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vivipoery · 8 months ago

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Just like her.

including: angst. teeth rotting fluff with mentions of insecurities. fem!reader. soft spoken!blade. mentions of kafka.

a/n: this is my first semi serious work but i was feeling the angst and needed to write abt it. anyw hope u like it and feel free to share ur thoughts w me id appreciate it lots!!!!

Blade is a very cold person.

You knew this the moment you met yet that didn't stop your crush on him to stop blooming. You always stuck by his side despite the hardships.

Someone else has also stuck by his side, never leaving him alone to your dismay.

Kafka. The beautiful stellaron hunter and Blade's favorite colleague.

"Let's go, Bladie" She would whisper to him with a honeyed tone and he would comply quietly.

You, on the other hand, was threatened once you accidently let a "Bladie" slip from your lips and it hurt.

That only fueled the comparisons between yourself and Kafka. She was a mature and mysterious woman with an alluring aura. You were just a pawn in Elio's script, a silly girl with her heart on her sleeve.

Thoughts of her and Blade clouded your mind, she had everything you didn't have and it made your heart burn with jealousy. Oh how you wished you were Kafka.

"Are you listening to me?" Blade's sharp tone cut through your foggy mind forcing your attention back on him.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"You need to go fetch some supplies for Elio."

"Alright" your gaze fell to the ground, suppressing back a sigh.

"I'm driving" He stated. Another question hung heavy on your tongue yet you were afraid of saying it out loud.

Afraid of appearing weak and insecure.

"Let's go" He rushed you, making your thoughts die down as you followed him to his car without another word.

After gracefully getting into his car, you waited to see if someone else was joining you but to your surprise it was just you and Blade.

"Is Kafka not joining us this time?"

"Hm?"

You bit your lip anxiously, the metallic taste of blood seeping into your mouth.

"Never mind." You mumbled as the car engine roared to life. Blade snickered and started driving.

You leaned your weight against the door, the side of your head resting against the window as you looked out into the beautiful night sky.

Your thoughts started drifiting back to Kafka. She was never really mean to you, she helped you settle in when Elio found you.

She was never really the evil woman they made her out to be, she was kind to you. The guilt of having such negative thoughts about her was suffocating you, your heart felt stuck in your throat.

"What got you so quiet today?" Blade's voice pulling out of your thoughts once again.

"Nothing"

"You're usually so loud."

"I'm sorry" You said with a weak voice.

"What are you apologizing for?" he stopped at a red light giving him a good opportunity to turn and look at you, crimson orbs boring into your figure and you can feel the burn of his stare.

"A few things" Turning around to face him with glassy eyes, trying your best to hold back your tears.

"Care to give an example?"

"I'm sorry for liking you." He would say he's surprised but he saw the fond gazes directed at him, the sweet smiles and your blushing cheeks. He wasn't a dumbass.

Blade remained quiet.

"I'm sorry I could never be like her."

"Who are you talking about?" He asked, his usual sharp tone becoming a little softer.

You almost choked on your words. You were not brave enough to say her name to him, to show him the insecure side of you.

Shaking your head, you giggled softly and wiped your tears.

"Forget it."

The stellaron hunter remained quiet the entire ride, his eyes focused on the road and you went back to looking out the window as if nothing happened.

You arrived at your destination shortly after but before you could think about getting out of the car Blade's warm hands gripped your wrists.

Looking up at him with confusion, you tilted your head.

"Tell me." He spoke so softly to you, your heart rate picking up.

"Tell you what?" Your voice barely above a whisper, he got closer to you.

"Who's bothering you"

"N-No one really, I was being silly." Your heart was racing, you can feel the warmth radiating off his body from how close he got to you.

"Don't lie to me." Your eyes dropping to look at your shoes.

"Look at me" He added, his hands moving to your cheeks forcing you to look at him.

You felt as if your heart was about to burst from your chest.

"You" The word slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

"Me?" His grip tightened and you couldn't stop yourself anymore.

"Stupid boy, making me so sad. Why do you have to treat her differently? Why are my feelings not enough for you? I could never compete with her and you know this."

Your words came straight from your heart and they were soon followed by salty tears, soaking your cheeks and his hands.

Blade was at a loss for words. He really didn't know what to say or how to comfort you.

"She gets to call you Bladie, hold your hands and play with your hair whenever she pleases. She is the perfect one for you. Why can't I be her?"

He knew who you were talking about. No one else calls him Bladie but Kafka.

You wanted to push him away, yell at him and call him out even more but you were taken aback when Blade leaned in and placed a soft kiss against your lips.

At first you were a little stiff, taken aback but then you leaned into his touch and kissing him back.

He broke off the kiss, his crimson eyes once again holding your gaze.

"Tsk. Silly girl."

"Blade-"

"Listen to me. Why are you comparing yourself to her?"

"Because of the way you treat me and her." You said with a shaky voice.

"Does she help me after mission? Does she take care of my wounds and bandages? Does she get to comb and braid my hair out of boredom? Does she get to hold my hand out in missions?"

You were left speechless.

"You are the warmth I constantly seek. You are my anchor" The way he kept speaking softly to you made you tear up once again.

"I'm sorry" He leaned towards you, resting his forehead against your own.

"I like you too" You gasped.

"Blade-" Your hands coming up to rest against his own who were still cupping your cheeks warmly.

"Will you be mine?"

"Yes. Always has been"

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guilty-pleasures21 · 3 months ago

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hii i love ur writing! do u mind writing vigilante reader x jason doing undercover with their own cases (iceberg lounges perhaps) and they stumble across each other not knowing one another doing undercover and theyre both trying not to be exposed? could be just fluff or lotta tension or nsfw whatever you preferred! thankuuu xx

Thank you! Oh my gosh, this is so good! I actually kind of want to write more … 🤭 so let me know if you have any ideas on what you visualise happening next!

Undercover

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex.

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He sat sprawled out on the sofa in one of the private booths at the iceberg lounge. He’d set up a meeting with Roland De Fleures - an international arms dealer who’d recently been seen around Gotham. He was very likely planning on striking a deal with the Penguin, so Jason knew he had to get to him first. He glanced up from the blueprints Roland had been sharing with him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“And you’re sure one of these can take out that flying rat’s armoured tank?” Oh, that was good. He’d have to remember that insult for the next time he was face-to-face with Batman.

“Yes! Definitely! We’ve already tested these missiles on tanks out in the Middle East,” Roland assured him enthusiastically. Then he leaned closer to Jason, a conspiratorial look on his face. “They can take out anything.”

Jason smirked softly at Roland. Maybe he should just let him test it out once - just once. Just enough to take down the Bat’s ego a peg or two. “Sounds good. Let’s toast to it.”

Roland turned to one of his men and gestured for him to get them drinks. The man got up to go to the bar, but then paused suddenly, prompting the rest of the group to follow his gaze. They held their breaths when they saw a gorgeous young woman walk in. She was clothed in a sleeveless green velvet dress that fell to her mid-calves and had a long slit in the side, exposing her tanned skin. She brushed her curly hair behind her ear, then glanced over at them with a naughty smile. Then her gaze met Jason’s and the both of them froze.

Holy shit! What the actual hell was that idiot doing here?! Shit. He must have hacked into Batman’s files again to try to sabotage one of their missions. She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him in a challenging expression, then she turned back to the bartender. Well, hell if she was going to let him ruin this for her. She refused to look back at the group again, focusing all her attention on her drink instead, but her heart sped up slightly when she caught Jason’s familiar soap and leather scent curling through the air around her. He slid onto the chair next to hers.

“What are you doing here, princess?” He hissed out through gritted teeth.

X turned to face him, an unbothered smile fixed on her features. “I think I should be the one asking you that question, Mr …”

“Matthew.” An incredulous snort escaped her lips before she could catch it and Jason frowned at her reaction.

“You don’t look like a ‘Matthew’,” X argued, swirling her straw around her drink before leaning forward to take another sip. Jason’s eyes fell to the way she closed her lips around the straw and his mouth suddenly went dry when she began sucking on it gently. He swallowed hard, then shook his head, forcing himself back to reality.

“You can go home and tell Bruce that I don’t need a babysitter,” he grumbled. X shot him an exasperated look, then she stood up and placed her hands on his knees, forcing his legs apart so she could slip between them.

“Look, Matthew.” She curled her fingers around the collar of his jacket and casually began adjusting his outfit. “I didn’t come here to babysit you.”

She lifted her gaze to his and though she continued to smile, he didn't miss the dangerous glint in her eyes.

“I came here to find out who De Fleures already has in his back pocket,” she continued, sliding her hands up his shoulders and around his neck. She pushed her fingers into his hair as she brought her lips closer to his ear, then she whispered threateningly, “so don’t f*ck this up for me. Got it, baby bird?”

Shit. He couldn’t tell whether his body was heating up from his irritation at her words, or if it was because of how close they had suddenly become, her warm breath tickling his neck, her soft curves pressed up against him. He sucked in a breath of air and glared at her when she pulled back to look at him, but she just blinked at him innocently. “Well? Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friends?”

He ground his teeth together as they got up and he began leading her to his booth. “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Irina Morozova. I’m sure you’ve heard of her father: Fyodor Morozova?”

X tensed up at the cover he’d fabricated for her: he’d just introduced her as the daughter of a prominent Russian crime lord. Which meant that she’d have to put on an accent the entire night. Oh, she’d get him back for this someday soon.

Roland jumped to his feet, his eyes wide with awe: how could he have been so lucky to have such a wonderful opportunity just fall into his lap?! Maybe he should consider moving to this city permanently! “Miss Morozova! Of course! How lovely to meet you!”

X smiled as she held a hand out for him to shake. “Yes, indeed. And you are?”

She took a step back and curled up against Jason’s side, dutifully playing the role of a spoiled young woman alone in a foreign country.

“Roland,” he introduced himself. “Roland De Fleures. Please, have a seat, Miss Morozova.” He gestured to the sofa Jason had been sitting on, then sank back into his own seat when they’d both sat down again.

Jason slung his arm over the back of the chair, giving X the space to settle against him.

“I informed Mr Morozova of our meeting today,” he explained to Roland, “so he sent his daughter over to see whether or not you would be worth taking a chance on, Mr De Fleures.”

X slid her hand up and down Jason’s chest as she grinned up at him. “Da. Matthius was telling us that you are in the business of lightweight, terrestrial missiles?”

Roland’s eyes lit up at her words and he pulled out his blueprints again.

“You know,” X began, leaning over to murmur in Jason’s ear as Roland began explaining his weapons to her, “I wasn't intending on playing the bimbo flavour of the week when I got here.”

Jason trailed his nails gently along her bare arm, then he bent over to rest his head on her shoulder. X sucked in a breath and clenched her abs to stop her body from reacting inappropriately to the gravelly sound of his voice. “And I wasn't intending on you being here at all. So I guess we both lose.”

X gave an awkward chuckle, then turned her attention back to Roland.

“So?” Roland questioned, smiling at her nervously. “What do you think your father will think?”

X ran her hand up and down Jason’s torso again as she pretended to think about it and it took everything in him to keep his breathing steady.

“If Matthius says it’s good, it’s good.” She tilted her head back to give Jason another enamoured smile and his heart fluttered against his own will. “Papa adores Matthius. It is why he trusts him with his precious daughter, da?”

Roland chuckled heartily with the rest of his group. “Yes, yes. Johnny! Get a round of drinks for the table. What will you have, Miss Morozova?”

X bit her lip as she thought about it.

“A cosmopolitan?” she suggested, fluttering her eyelashes at Jason in question.

“Whatever you want, babydoll,” he replied before lowering his head to mutter in her ear. “You’d better be able to hold your alcohol, princess.”

X laughed softly, as if he’d just said something funny. Then she turned her head towards his. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.”

She caught his earlobe between her teeth and tugged on it gently before releasing it and facing Roland again. Jason clenched the edge of the sofa as he resisted the urge to touch her. F*ck. Did she have to be so soft? He straightened slightly as she began talking to the rest of the group, trying to focus back on their mission. “Target is the one sitting on Roland’s right. He’s got the thumbdrive in his jacket. Looks like it’s under his arm.”

X tried to pay attention as he lowered his arm to her waist and began casually stroking her side. She caught the man’s eye as she reached for her drink and lowered her head shyly before peeking up at him again from beneath her eyelashes. The man gulped in response and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him.

“So, how are you finding America, Miss Morozova?” Roland asked. X pretended to take a sip of her, then she set it back down on the table before leaning her head against Jason’s chest.

“It is … dull?” she admitted, putting on the bored air of a spoiled heiress. She reached up to undo the third button on Jason’s shirt, then she slipped her hand beneath the material. “But the men are all right.”

She glanced back at her target with a naughty smile and he shyly broke her gaze again.

Holy shit! He was starting to get dizzy from the way she was running her hand across his bare skin! And in front of everyone too! F*ck, it felt good. He slid his hand a little lower down her back, just grazing the curve of her ass, then smirked slightly when he felt her suck in a breath.

She gritted her teeth, doing her best to ignore the way her body had started to warm at his touch. But two could play this game. She lifted her leg and draped it over his thigh, letting the material of her dress slip away to reveal her smooth skin. “Have you ever been to Russia, Mr Roland?”

She leaned forward to take another sip of her drink again, allowing her target a glimpse of her ample cleavage.

“Oh, no,” Roland replied. “But hopefully I will be able to make a trip there soon?”

X smiled knowingly as she wrapped herself back around Jason, this time sliding her arms around his neck as well. F*ck, she was driving him crazy! He rested his arm back on the sofa, then glided his other hand up her bare thigh.

She couldn’t stop herself from shivering at the feeling of his rough palm sliding against her skin. She tilted her head back to whisper in his ear. “I’m gonna get him alone. Can you pretend to kiss my neck before I go?”

Pretend? He’d do her one better. He bent over and teasingly brushed his lips up the side of her neck. He flicked his tongue out at her earlobe when he reached it, then dug his fingers into her thigh as he tugged on it with his teeth.

This time, she clenched all her muscles as she held her target’s gaze, refraining from reacting too intensely to Jason’s lips and tongue all over her. Shit, he was good. She stood up and smiled at Jason before shooting her target a conspiratorial look as she walked away. And as expected, the man quickly excused himself, discreetly heading in the same direction she had. Jason kept his gaze trained on him as he walked away, his blood starting to boil. He knew she’d be able to take care of herself, but … God, he felt like breaking every bone in that man’s body at the thought of what might come next. Instead, he swallowed down his rage and rejoined the conversation with Roland.

She set her purse down on the chaise in one of the private rooms in the back of the lounge. She knew she didn’t have much time, so she quickly poured some whiskey into two glasses before slipping a little sleep medication into one of them. She set the glass with the medication down on the small table in the middle of the room, then sat back with her own glass, settling herself into a seductive pose. Eventually, the man entered the room, visibly nervous. X patted the space beside her, fixing him with a warm smile, and he relaxed. “You know, I never caught your name, Mr …”

“Rick,” he supplied, taking the glass on the table in front of him and swallowing down a large gulp.

“Hmm. Rick,” she repeated carefully. She brushed his hair gently, trying to put him at ease. “So shy, Rick.”

Then she climbed on top of him suddenly, straddling his lap, her glass still in her hand. She leaned back to set it down on the table, then placed her hands on his shoulders.

“I don't bite, Rick,” she reassured him, moving one hand to cup his cheek and brushing her thumb across his lower lip. She gasped softly as his lips parted in response to her touch, then she flicked her gaze up to his and grinned. “Unless you want me to.”

Rick swallowed hard and took another gulp of his drink, wanting to work up his courage. X snickered softly as he finished his glass, then she took it from his hands and set it down on the table beside hers. She returned her attention to him and fiddled with the collar of his shirt before running her hands down his body.

“I was worried you wouldn't notice me, Rick.” She pouted up at him and he smirked softly at her as he raised a hand to her face.

“It would be impossible not to notice you, Miss Morozova.” He stroked her cheek as his eyes roved over her face, taking in her sweet features. “You're so beautiful even a blind man wouldn't be able to miss you.”

X tilted her head as she smiled at his praise and Rick’s eyes darkened with lust. Then she let her eyelashes flutter shut as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

“Mmm …” A soft groan rumbled out of his chest as she kissed him and he tightened his grip on her waist as he began to reciprocate. X rolled her hips against his as she sucked on his tongue, teasing him mercilessly. It was always easier if she could get them aroused: then the sleeping medication would kick in faster. It only lasted for about fifteen minutes though: long enough for her to conduct her search, but not so long that the others would get suspicious and come looking for him.

“Shit,” Rick cursed under his breath as she nipped his lower lip. He slid his hands up her thighs and X started undoing the buttons of his shirt as he kissed her again. But f*ck, all she could think about was f*cking Jason Todd! His strong arms and his broad chest and that infuriating smirk he'd shoot her with his wide lips. She clutched the collar of Rick's shirt and lowered her mouth to his neck, licking and sucking on his skin as her p*ssy grew warmer and warmer. And holy shit, he probably had such a good f*cking dick too: thick and long and just so f*cking delicious! F*ck.

“M-Miss … Miss Morrrrozzzzooo?” Rick stammered, his words getting more slurred as the drowsiness began to overcome him. It wasn’t long before he was knocked out completely, laying back around the sofa with his eyes closed.

X sighed and took a moment to steady her breathing before she got off of him. F*cking Jason Todd. She reached under his jacket and found the thumbdrive in a hidden pocket sewn into the material just below his arm. She slipped it carefully into her purse before taking a plain one out and replacing it in his pocket, then she got to work setting the scene. She unbuckled Rick’s belt and unzipped his pants before reaching into his underwear and pulling him out. She slipped her hand between her legs and collected some of the c*m she'd started leaking at the thought of having Jason's big, strong arms squeezing her against his hard muscles, then she coated the length of Rick’s dick in it. Finally, when she’d finished, she sat back and waited patiently for him to awaken.

“W-Wha …?” Rick mumbled, slowly coming to. “What happened?”

X placed her hand on his chest and smiled up at him in amusement. “You fell asleep, Rick.”

She pushed herself to her knees, moving to get up, but paused to whisper in his ear. “That was a good f*ck though, Rick. I will let Mr Roland know we are moving forward with the deal.”

She grinned, then adjusted her dress before leaving to return to their booth.

Jason watched her carefully as she walked back over to him. He tried to search her for signs of sex, but he wasn’t exactly sure what he should be looking for. A rosy glow? An expression of pure delight? She didn’t seem to be conveying any of that though - just a smug smirk to let him know that the job had been done.

She sank back into his side, draping herself comfortably over him again. “Got it.”

He curled his arm back around her side, but all he could think about was where the other man’s hands had been: her breasts? Her ass? He’d be paying him a good visit tonight in his Red Hood guise.

“Matthius,” X whined. “I’m tired. Take me back to my room?”

She rearranged her features into a drunken expression and he gripped her chin in his hand. But why did he care so much anyway? She’d already made it clear that she couldn’t stand him. Well, that wasn’t true; she couldn’t stand him when he messed up her mission. Which kind of honestly was what he’d done. Aside from that though, they got along pretty well. She was the only one who’d never take any of his bullshit, but she never forced him past his boundaries either. He let his hand drift down her front, following his fingers with his eyes as they traced the outlines of her curves. Then he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“If you’ll excuse me, Mr Roland, I must get Miss Morozova back to her suite. I’ll discuss your terms with Mr Morozova and get back to you soon.” He kept X pressed against his side when he got up, as if he were trying to help her balance. Then he nodded at the group in farewell. “Expect my call.”

They headed over to his car and X grinned at Jason playfully after getting into the passenger’s seat. “Good job, Matthius. Papa is going to be so happy with your work.”

He raised his eyebrows at her fake accent and his heart fluttered when she giggled at his expression. But he forced his attention back to the road. An uncomfortable silence soon settled over them and X fiddled with the radio as she tried to figure out what to say. Soon, they stopped at a red light and she slid her gaze over to Jason, one hand over his mouth as he tapped his fingers on the wheel in irritation.

“Tell me,” she demanded finally. Jason gave her a questioning look, then started the car again when the light turned green.

“Tell you what, princess?” he drawled lazily. She couldn’t remember when he’d started calling her that, but it felt like forever ago. She’d been annoyed at it first, finding it rather condescending, but it had grown on her over time - it made her feel … safe. Like he was always going to want to protect her, even when he knew she was perfectly capable of protecting herself.

“Tell me what’s bothering you,” she elaborated.

“What makes you think something’s bothering me?” His tone was cool, giving nothing away, and X felt her frustration start to grow.

“Don’t lie to me, Jason,” she warned him, her tone firm. Then she softened. “I’m supposed to be the one person you can always tell the truth to. Just like you’re my person.”

But how could he tell her the truth when the secret was about her? He pulled into her apartment complex, using the spare key card she’d given him - well, ‘given’ wasn’t the right word considering he’d just never returned it to her after she’d forgotten it in his car on one of the numerous nights he’d dropped her off at home. He waited until he was parked in her spot to speak.

“Did you …” He tapped his fingers on the wheel, the uncomfortable heat building up in him again. “Did he touch you?”

X shifted in her seat, caught off guard by the vehemence in his tone. “No more than you did.”

He clenched his jaw, thinking of all the places he’d touched her that night: his hand on her ass, his fingers on her thigh, his lips against her neck. He was going to murder that b*stard. “You didn’t have to do that, you know? I could have-”

“Jason.” X turned to face him, keeping her tone calm and her expression relaxed. “I’m fine. I gave him a sleeping medication. I don’t just go around having sex with random men, you know.”

She shot him an amused look as she got out of the car and the tension eased from his body slightly at her confirmation that she hadn’t had sex with the guy.

“Are you jealous?” X teased him as they waited for the lift, her heart thudding with hope at his response. But he just snorted at her question dismissively.

“No.”

The disappointment weighed down on her shoulders as they got into the lift and they fell silent again as it carried them up to her floor. Jason clasped his hands behind his back and shifted awkwardly in position. “Did you … want me to-”

“Yes,” she said before he could even finish his sentence. He startled at her directness and turned to meet her gaze, the sound of his heartbeat pounding in her ears. Finally, he stepped forward and wrapped her up in his arms, pressing his lips to hers. They kissed one another with equal desperation as they stumbled out of the lift and to her apartment. X fumbled around for her keypad, trying to unlock her door as Jason refused to let her go, and soon, he was pushing the door open and they were slipping each other’s clothes off.

“Wait.” Jason stopped her quickly before she could kneel to untie his shoes. “I’ll do that. You go check the drive.”

X nodded and raced to her bedroom to plug the thumb drive into her laptop and begin the de-encryption process. She could pass the drive to Barbara to properly go through later, but she had to make sure that she’d gotten the right drive in the first place. She felt Jason come up behind her and she went dizzy as the scent of him washed over her.

He clenched and unclenched his fingers around the back of her chair, barely hanging onto his restraint by a thread. Finally, the file loaded and the two of them scanned through it quickly.

“It’s got all his contacts; everything we wanted.” X twisted her head back to look up at him and Jason’s eyes grew dark as they landed on her face.

“Great. We’ll get it to Babs tomorrow.” He wasted no time in pulling her out of the chair, then he began kissing her again as he backed her towards her bed. He lifted her onto his hips when her legs hit the edge and climbed onto the mattress to set her down beneath him. His mouth watered as he allowed himself a moment to admire her beautiful form, her curvy little body all wrapped up in her soft velvet dress, then he slid his hands up her thighs to take her clothes off. X let out a soft gasp as his hands glided over her breasts and Jason sucked in a breath at the feeling as well. Then finally, she was exposed to him almost completely and he momentarily lost the ability to think. F*ck, she looked delicious.

Her breaths shallowed when she saw the way he looked at her. She reached her hands out to him and he obediently lowered himself on top of her, his soft lips landing back on hers again. His kisses were slower this time, their tongues tangling together like they had all the time in the world to taste one another. X snuck her hands beneath the hem of his shirt and ran them up his chest to take it off. She felt herself grow damp between the legs when his muscular torso became exposed to her. Jason sat back and smirked at the lustful look on her face before holding his hands out to her. “Come here, princess.”

She closed her eyes as they rolled back in her head at the sound of the smugness in his tone. Shit, he was so f*cking hot! So unfairly sexy! She jumped onto his lap and curled herself tightly around him as their lips found one another’s again.

“Mmm, f*ck,” Jason groaned as she began moving her hips against his feverishly. His fingers tangled in the waistband of her underwear and X pushed herself to her knees so he could take it off. Jason got her to turn around, guiding her onto her hands and knees, then he lowered himself onto the bed and started licking her from the back.

“Ooohhh …” X moaned as he worked on her slowly, his tongue swirling around her p*ssy before he closed his lips around her and sucked on her softly. She got down on her elbows, then started moving her hips against his mouth, grinding herself harder against him. Jason chuckled softly and sat back up, waiting for her to turn around. But she just lifted her legs one by one and rested them on his shoulders. He grinned widely as he grabbed her legs to steady her, then he delved back into her p*ssy.

Holy freaking shit, his tongue was amazing! F*ck, how had she … How had she waited so long to do this?! She arched her back as her pleasure peaked, then she wriggled against him as her nerves exploded with bliss.

He set her back down and licked her essence off his lips. F*ck, she tasted good. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the night teasing her and rolling around in bed together, the both of them exploring one another’s bodies with equal appreciation.

She panted heavily as she turned around to face him. Her heart fluttered with excitement at the delighted look on his face and she patted the space beside her as she sat up, gesturing for him to lay down. Jason did as she said, rolling over onto his back and propping himself up against the headrest. She grinned at the smirk he fixed her with as he waited for her next command, then she climbed up onto his lap.

His hands came around her waist as she leaned forward to kiss him again and she let out a contented sigh when he began running them all over her body. Her hips started moving again as his fingers closed around her breasts and she whined with desperation before pushing herself to her knees and pawing at his pants.

Jason chuckled at her adorable little pout, but he refuses to let her take off his pants just yet. Instead, he lowered one hand and slipped it between her legs, playing with her p*ssy while his lips found her nipple. He sucked and licked her slowly, teasingly, and soon, her hips began stuttering against his hand. Jason pulled her breast into his mouth and held her firmly in position as she came again, the excited wriggling of her body causing his cock to press angrily against his pants.

X sat back down once she'd ridden out her high and allowed herself a moment to calm down. Then she grabbed hold of his waistband and looked up at Jason with wide eyes. “Jay? Can I …?”

F*ck, she was cute. He removed his hands from around her waist and sat back expectantly, nodding down at his groin. “Do whatever you want, princess. It’s all yours anyway.”

X swallowed hard as she grew wet - again - at his words. She undid his pants and ripped them off hastily, revealing him to her completely. Her mouth watered at the sight of his cock already red and swollen, angrily demanding her attention. She curled her fingers carefully around his shaft and stroked him a few times before lowering herself onto the bed.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her nerves lighting up with pleasure at the feeling of his thick girth sliding in and out of her mouth. Holy shit, he was big! He was going to feel so good filling up her p*ssy after this.

He tried to snicker at her awed reaction, but was too aroused by how f*cking amazing her mouth felt, wrapped around his cock. X took him even deeper into her throat, then swallowed around him and Jason found himself twisting his fingers in the bed sheets as he fought to contain his pleasure. “F*ck!”

She dragged him out of her mouth and climbed back up onto his lap, positioning her hole over his rigid cock. A pleased hiss escaped her lips as she lowered herself onto him and her eyes rolled back in her head at how full he made her feel. “Hooolyyy sssshit, Jay … Ssso … Sssso good …”

His head fell back against the headboard as she started bouncing on his dick, his brain going numb as a wave of arousal waved over him. Shit, she was so f*cking wet for him that he just slid in and out of her with almost no resistance at all.

“Oh my God, Jay! Can you just imagine … if I was actually a spoiled heiress … and you just worked for my super-rich dad …” X panted, her core setting aflame at the memory of how arrogant he’d looked, sitting there with his legs spread wide as she’d draped herself over him so possessively. “A-And he had no idea … that you’d let his precious little princess … pleasure herself on your cock every time you came over?”

“F*ck!” Jason grabbed her waist to hold her in position as he released his c*m inside of her, his warm seed gushing into her womb and finally granting him his relief.

She cried out as her body exploded with pleasure, her every nerve tingling with delight as her p*ssy squeezed his dick inside of her. God, he felt amazing.

His chest heaved with shallow breaths as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He’d just only come but already, he could feel his body start heating up again at the feeling of being nestled inside her warm, tight little p*ssy. “Are you satisfied, princess? Did I make daddy’s little girl happy?”

X giggled softly and wrapped her arm around his neck, leaning forward to bring her mouth closer to his.

“Mmm, always. You’re so good to me, Matthius. Me and Papa both.” She tilted her head to press her lips to his neck and dragged her tongue across his skin, causing a groan to rumble out of Jason's chest. “I’ll make sure to tell him how well you always perform for me.”

She laughed again and the two of them spent the rest of the night tumbling around in each other's arms.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x oc #jason todd smut #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fic #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #red hood smut #red hood fanfiction #red hood x you #red hood x oc #red hood x y/n #dc x reader #dc x you #dc x y/n #dc smut #dc fanfic

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just-some-random-blogger · 10 months ago

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Okay so here’s my request for a blurb…💕

Think of that one scene where Tormund is talking to the hound about Brienne but instead of Brienne it’s the reader (fem Y/N). The readers a hard woman and hasn’t given in to Tormund because she’s secretly with Sandor.

So basically the hound being jealous that tormund is into his woman.

Preferably NSFW if it’s too long to get to NSFW no worries.

⭐️( PS: i love your writing for the hound, barely anyone else gets it right!)

Save Me A Bowl

"A pretty thing for a pretty thing," Tormund says, holding up a small flower, not yet bloomed. I raise my brows at the white bud, "do I look like a thing to you?"

Sandor Clegane x Reader x Tormund Giantsbane | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, jealousy, whipped!Tormund, fluff?, casually implied sex, typos, etc.

A/N: UR NOT ABOUT TO CATCH ME SLIPPIN ON MY POST STREAK. Once I post this, I'd have finished all my requests which is such a slay for this girl 🥹🫶. It has been quite a while since I got this req tho, so I hope you enjoy it nonnie 🫶 also.... I haven't actually reached this part of GoT yet HAHAHAHAHAH it's fine tho I think I know enough to write it lmao

Sandor was not very affectionate, at least not in the noticeable kind. In truth, neither was I, though I suppose it's because you don't really have the time to think about such things when there was a war at hand.

However, I would say I didn't shy from checking on him, nor from asking him to accompany me. I definitely didn't shy from going out of my way to sit next to him, nor from leaning into him when it got too cold. The same could be said about him, I think.

In my opinion, my relationship with Sandor was rather obvious, though we never spoke about it, especially on the multiple accounts I've announced I'd be heading back to my tent and have the Hound immediately follow after me. If anything, I thought it was at least crystal clear what we were up to after the fact.

This was why I turned to Brienne when Tormund began harking nonsense. She and I had been huddled by the fire, finishing a bowl of soup when he came around.

"Is he trying to seduce you?"

"Don't look at me," says Brienne in between spoonfuls, "I am not the one he directs such gaudy poetry to."

I raise my brows as I turn back to Tormund who immediately smiles at me. I find myself sparing a smile back just to get his oration over with.

Ever since then, Tormund went out of his way to tire my ear with the sound of his voice, telling me tall tales of his life and his people. To be honest, I didn't mind it. In fact, I was partially entertained by some of his stories.

Showy as he was, he was harmless for the most part, and so I just let him do what he wanted. Eventually, his yapping would earn him a bowl to head and a threat to shut his trap. It worked out for me the men had much less patience for him than I did.

Little did I know, Sandor just about lost his patience with him.

I have to stop eating so I can get a laugh out of my system. The orange haired man laughs with me and concludes his story. He sighs, "you're the only fun one on this side of the fucking wall."

I shake my head and continue eating my food, "you mistake my tolerance of you as solidarity with your humor."

"Yet you laugh," Tormund raises a thick brow.

I shrug and swallow a mouthful before replying, "because you are fool."

"Fool enough to make you laugh," he says, standing from his seat beside me. He seems to look for something in his pocket.

I barely spare him a glance as he tells me, he's forgotten something, "I'll be right back."

Just as he runs off, I see Sandor and smile at him. He seems not to notice me and sits in a spot across from me. I immediately stand and come up next to him. I sit next to him, "took you a while."

Sandor ignores me.

I nudge him when he does not respond.

He side eyes me then begins to eat.

I raise a brow at his ignorance, "has something happened?"

He grunts then snaps, "why don't you ask that ginger fuck."

I frown.

"You seem keen of his company," Sandor glare, "you even laugh at his rancid jokes."

I furrow my brows.

Just then, Tormund comes back. He looks for me a moment, then beams when he spots me.

He runs up to me and Sandor; I feel Sandor stiffen against me.

"A pretty thing for a pretty thing," Tormund says, holding up a small flower, not yet bloomed.

I raise my brows at the white bud, "do I look like a thing to you?"

"The prettiest thing in the south," Tormund grins.

I release a breath.

I look over my shoulder and realize Sandor has stopped eating in lieu of glaring at Tormund. I'm about to speak, but I'm beaten to the chase.

"Fuck off, filthy minge," Sandor growls.

Tormund turns to him. His upper lip curls, "I wasn't speaking to you, smelly mutt."

Sandor stands and the two impose upon each other.

I immediately set my bowl down and step between them. I push them both on their chests, but neither budge. I hiss, "enough."

"You heard the woman," Tormund says, "get lost."

"I-"

"She was talking about you, you yapping fuck," Sandor snarls.

Before they can jump at each other's throats, I step back and yell, "ENOUGH, I SAID."

Sandor and Tormund stare at me.

"It's been a long day," I snap, "I'm not in the mood to soothe two whining bitches."

Tormund nods, "right!"

I narrow my eyes, "Tormund-"

"Yes?" he immediately retorts.

"- fuck off."

He opens his mouth but is too taken aback to say anything.

"You've been too busy picking flowers to notice that I'm with Sandor."

Tormund stares at me blankly.

"He's the one warming my tent."

He is aghast.

Sandor's face is blank, but he seems otherwise pleased as he sits back down and continues to eat.

The ginger steps forward and reaches out, "but I-"

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself," Sandor stands again, "if you know what's good for you."

Tormund glares at Sandor.

I sigh, "I told you you were a fool."

Tormund deflates. He walks off silently.

Sandor pulls me by the arm as he sits, sitting me down next to me, "good fucking riddance. Finally some quiet."

I roll my eyes at him, "you know," I pull my arm away, "this wouldn't have happened if I-"

"Fucked you harder?" he says in between chewing, "aye. I know better now."

#ngl i kinda feel bad for tormund #hes my pathetic meow meow too #Sandor Clegane fanfic #sandor fanfic #sandor fluff #sandor smut #the hound fanfic #the hound #sandor clegane fluff #tormund fanfic #tormund giantsbane fanfic #tormund giantsbane fluff #Tormund fluff #tormund x reader #sandor x reader

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lasciviouspoison · 1 year ago

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omg hey guyssss!!! this was literally written off the fly, lol. each time i get 🍃 i think abt plug eren and how he’d be obsessed with the pretty college girl he serves to. tw: plug!eren x chubby reader, implied inexperienced reader, implied black reader (anyone can read!!), afab!reader, and, obviously, anything else i missed. not proof read cause idgaf :p

ps. y’all i loved writing this and i love my man. missing him bad :(

plug!eren that loves serving u, his prettiest customer. always makes sure to respond to ur text within the same minute, no matter the condition he’s in.

plug!eren who gets so happy when u ask him to teach u how to roll. each time he’s served u, he’s just brought u pre-rolls since u never bothered to ask for any other rolling materials. but this time, u finally caved and asked him to teach u, saying, “i’m just tired of spending my money on a multiple pre-rolls everyday. i wanna roll for myself” - mind u, eren hasn’t ever charged u.

plug!eren that sees u eyeing him intensely when he starts licking down the sheet, green eyes challenging yours each time he goes to toast the j. he got off on hearing your breath shudder slightly each time he gave it a lick, laughing silently to himself.

plug!eren who watches you smile brightly upon not ripping the sheet (you went through 3 before getting it right). he critiques your j as the two of you hit it, saying u only really needed to work on your mouth piece. however, it was hard for u to digest anything he was saying over the loudness of your thoughts. you couldn’t get the image of eren licking the j out of ur head, wondering if he’d take that much care with u. head between ur legs, using his tongue with the utmost precision. god it’d feel so good -

“whatcha thinkin’ bout pretty girl?” eren’s voice pulls you out of ur thoughts and u smile, not trusting urself enough to express ur feelings without flat out telling him you wanted to fuck.

“i’m just… thinking about everything… you know?” he laughs at the slow pace and raspiness of your voice.

“hmm.. want rennie to make the thoughts go away?”

your head lolls onto the back of the couch and your bra-less chest points toward the sky. he can see the outline of your pierced nipples through your baby pink tank top and he sighs.

the two of you finally make eye contact once more and you lean your head up towards his, eyes deadlocked on his lips.

“please.”

that was all eren needed to hear before engulfing you in his arms. he pulls you onto his lap and runs his hands up the sides of your body, taking extra time to trace the chub that outlines ur tummy.

he drags his thumbs over your nipples causing your body to jerk. he smiles slightly and flicks his eyes up to yours, silver eyebrow piercing glittering in the warm livingroom lighting. he peppers kisses along your jawline before finally kissing your lips. you can’t help but think about how soft his lips are and it makes u let out a soft moan.

he breaks the kiss but never stops rubbing on you, “you taste so sweet. is it ya lipgloss?”

you smile, “yeah. it’s that glossier shit. cookie butter.”

he kisses you again, running his tongue over your lips once he breaks it once more, “i bet your pussy’s sweeter than this though.”

before you can respond, he reaches down into your shorts and plays with the waistband of your panties. rubbing his fingers over the outline of your cunt, causing you to shiver each time.

eren kisses your lips once more and finally touches your bare pussy. once his fingers find your clit, he makes the smallest circles and your hips jerk. he can feel you begin to pull away from the kiss, but his mouth follows you, preventing you from complaining.

he begins to apply a bit more pressure and you ease up in his grip once more. his fingers then travel down further and begin to make their way inside you. unable to hold yourself together, you let out a slight “fuck” and eren groans.

“you’re so fuckin wet. you mus’ really like me, huh baby”. he licks his lips and kisses your neck.

“yes ren… liked you since i first seen you.”, you admit.

eren pulls his head from your neck and grips your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes. “aww. baby had a crush on ‘er plug. gonna make this pussy feel so good for you, ‘kay?”

after a small yes, eren lays you down gently on your couch and begins to pull your shorts and panties down. your hands go to cover yourself and he pins them to your chest. he then pulls your tank top over your head and leaves the material loosely around your wrists.

immediately after, eren removes his shirt and your eye to eye with his tatted stomach and chest. you knew by his arms he had a lot of ink, but it was never assumed to go this far. his tattoos were so sexy though, they made your mouth water.

eren then began his assault on your neck once more, this time gradually making his way down your body. he ran his tongue over your nipples, releasing each with an obnoxiously loud pop.

as he made his way down your stomach, you could feel him start to lick down your body, making a point to leave a trail of red splotches in his wake.

when his eyes deadlock on your pussy, you can feel eren’s dick jump in his pants. he takes his thumb and pulls the hood of your vagina up, taking his sweet time in admiring your pink pussy.

he licks his lips and smirkss at you before diving head first in between your legs. his long, pink tongue swirls over your clit so gently, it makes you see stars. he licks you just like the sheet, so slowly that it takes your breath away.

he sucks gently on your clit and your hands reach down to run through his hair. your fingers wrap around the root and pull slightly, causing him to groan into your pussy.

his hand runs up your leg and you feel his middle and index finger push into your walls, gently caressing your g-spot.

by this point, your writhing so hard against the bed eren’s had to use all of his strength to restrain you with one hand. and while you knew eren could overpower you, having firsthand proof made you all the more wet.

with a few more licks to your clit, eren found you suddenly tensing up against his tongue, small body shaking and convulsing around his tongue as your orgasm overpowered your senses.

“pretty baby’s never came this hard huh? s’okay, you got somebody to handle you now. i’ll make this cunt cum everyday. my perfect girl.”

with the combination of eren’s dirty words and his gentle caresses against your nipples, it was extremely hard for you to ground yourself within reality. he was too good at sex, especially for someone as inexperienced as you.

eren finally rises and removes his jeans. his black calvin’s cling to his hips and muscular thighs as he drags you by your ankle to the edge of your couch.

he pulls down his boxers and his dick hits his stomach with a dull thud, angry red tip leaving a bit of pre where it made contact with his stomach.

he presses your legs against your body and grips his dick, hard. he runs it through your fold a few times, using the slight curve of his dick to hit your clit each time he got close. he tapped his dick against your clit a few times, and finally slipped it in.

with the two of you simultaneously gasping, eren’s grip on your hips got tighter, desperately trying to will himself to not fully sheath himself inside of you. as he slowly slipped in, he could feel your pussy twitch against him, forcing him to thumb at your clit.

“need ya to calm down baby. gonna squeeze me to death” his voice is rough and restrained, similar to his hips.

you respond, breathless and weak, “m’tryin. feel you s’deep”

his eyes flick up to yours, “oh yeah? where ya feel me baby?”

your head peaks up slightly and eren takes a look at your fucked out face. lips wet, red, and swollen, eyes watery with rosy cheeks. you were so beautiful, he never wanted to take his eyes off of you. but, he had a more pressing matter at hand.

your hand reaches down and presses on your stomach, signifying to eren where his dick is inside you. however, you choke out a moan and add onto his ever growing ego, “but i swear ren, i feel you in my throat. you’re just so - fuck - you’re so big” placing much emphasis on big.

his eyes roll into the back of his skull as he looses all composure. his hips snap relentlessly into yours, bullying his cock into your tight pussy. by this point, eren is not only lost in the feeling of your cunt, but knowing that he needs to feel you cum around him.

he keeps a hand locked onto your jaw, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. you can see how feral he is behind his eyes and it makes you gush. he’s like a wild animal and it turns you on way more than you ever imagined.

with a particular thrust, eren hits that soft spot inside of you and your legs instinctively lock around his hips. the worldless confirmation was all he needed to continue to hit that special spot inside of you. as the speed of his hips increases, he finally reaches his peak, with that familiar pulse of your pussy shortly following.

a particularly loud “fuck” leaves your mouth at the same times eren grits out your name. his hips operate on autopilot, snapping back into your cunt at a jagged pace.

once eren returns to earth, he sees the white ring of cream you left around the base of his cock. he swipes two fingers down and places them to your lips. “suck”, is all that leaves his mouth and you follow his command.

as eren slowly pulls out of you, your head lolls against the couch and you finally feel yourself catch a breath.

when eren returns, he uses a warm rag to wipe you up before helping you put your clothes back on. after he follows suit, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to your room.

he sets you down and pulls back your baby pink duvet, tucking you into the blankets. you reach your hand up to him and grab his shirt sleeve, confusion and hurt dancing behind your eyes.

eren kneels beside your bed and pets your hair, “i’m not runnin out on ya y/n. i jus gotta do my job. i’ll be back once im finished, promise.” he gives you a gentle kiss on the lips, and you can hear his shoes scuff against the hardwood floor as your eyes close.

however, hours later, you’re awoken to the sound of knocks at your door and your phone ringing; it’s eren.

“hello?” you answer, voice groggy from sleep.

eren chuckles slightly and lets out a breath, “told you i’d be back ma. lemme in”.

#eren #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x chubby reader #eren x y/n #eren smut #eren jeager smut #eren x black reader #eren aot #my man my man my man

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twiishaa · 1 month ago

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HIHI POOKIEEE !!! CONGRATS ON UR 100 FOLLOWERS UR AMAZING GIRL💋💋 CAN I COME TO THE SLUMBER PARTY AND BRING FLUFFY SOCKS, WE CAN WATCH A ROMCOM MOVIE AND PLAY SOME ROBLOX OBVIOUSLY W MY EVERYTHING SUNA RIN<33 ALSO UR EATING RN UR WRITING IS SO YUM LOVE U💕💕 😭🙏

! 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 twisha’s 100 followers slumber party ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

— flat whites, tiramisu cookies and saccharine kisses

suna x reader, wc approx 1k warnings my baker side came out

check out the event!

—

suna rintarou was a regular at your dainty little cafe.

it was laughable, but he said aesthetic didn’t matter because your flat whites are banging. everyday, he had a routine: before uni, grab a coffee to go, make a comment on your song choice, then after uni, come for a few hours to study and chat gossip.

it was like second nature to him— your cafe was his second home. originally, he only came as a dare from the miyas. but, when he saw you, the waitress, (and tried the flat white, obviously), he could tell he was going to be a regular. the ambience definitely wasn’t his vibe— pink, delicate and girly, and you yourself were a little like the miyas that he didn’t necessarily enjoy, but for some reason he found himself attracted to your little cafe, only a few minutes’ walk from his university.

—

you looked at the clock. there were only a few minutes before the cafe closed, but that didn’t register, as you were more occupied with the conversation at hand.

“nope. never baked in my life, or cooked.” suna said, shaking his head.

“what?” you exclaimed. “do you just… live off uber eats or something??” you laughed, imagining suna eating a big mac.

he took a sip of his second flat white of the day. “no, one of my mates cooks decently enough. we just, leech off him.” he chuckled.

god, was he attractive.

you’d thought suna was cute ever since he first ordered a flat white. he was in a volleyball team in his uni, and he looked gorgeous in everything he wore. yes, suna was the complete opposite to you, but something about his fox-like personality and almond eyes tempted you. you wanted him to be your boyfriend. you’d even perfected your flat white, his go-to order, so he’d come back; it was like you were luring him with your coffee.

at that moment, you realised you had a few new cookie flavours you were testing for the new seasonal bakes. your mind concocted some intricate plan to get closer and spend more time with your little cafe crush.

“hey, i have a few new cookie flavours i need another opinion on…” you tried to say nonchalantly, like you suggest this to everyone you meet.

you definitely didn’t.

“are you suggesting i try them?” suna asked, finishing your question.

for some reason unbeknownst to you, your face went red.

“i mean, if you want to-“

suna laughed, just adding fuel to the fire.

“why would i ever say no to cookies? especially yours?”

oh god.

—

and so, suna found himself in your cafe’s kitchen, as you lined up three perfectly shaped, decorated cookies, their colours on a spectrum from beige to a dark, rich, brown. the scent from them was mouth-watering.

suna thought you looked adorable when you were concentrating.

you stepped back from the cookie masterpieces.

“right. there’s hot chocolate, salted caramel and tiramisu.” you said, pointing at each.

“hot chocolate, salted caramel and tiramisu. okay. got it.” suna repeated.

“which one do you want to try first?” you looked at suna, his eyes moving between the three sweet treats.

after a few seconds, he replied: “tiramisu. a tiramisu cookie sounds like it could be banging.”

you handed the leftmost cookie to him, covered in cream cheese buttercream and topped with cocoa powder; he held it like it was a delicate child.

carefully, suna took a bite out of it, then licked the frosting off his top lip. the flavours were perfect— the slight hint of coffee, the sweetness of the buttercream paired with the bitter cocoa powder. it was heavenly— suna let out a hum from satisfaction.

“that’s good,” he said, finishing his bite and taking another.

your heart felt full from his reaction. “i’m glad you like it,” you replied, blushing. suna noticed you looking at his face for a bit too long.

“hm? do i have something on my face?” he asked looking at you, his cheeks gaining a pink hue.

“yeah you just..” you said.

getting on your tiptoes, you wiped off a stray crumb from his cheek.

“there.” you whispered, still close to suna’s face. he even looked beautiful this close, your face only a few centimetres from his.

he was staring into your eyes earnestly. the smell of your perfume and a slight hint of baked goods filled suna’s senses; all he could think about was you, his mind was clouded.

he wanted your saccharine taste. without thinking, he inched closer until he could feel each of your careful breaths.

suddenly, you felt his lips on yours. it took a second for you to process what was going on; suna rintarou, your silly little cafe crush, was kissing you!

surprised at first, you slowly closed your eyes and relaxed a little. you felt a pair of arms slowly snake around your waist, which you took as invitation to put your arms around his neck. you could taste the tiramisu he had only moments before, your stomach doing flips.

quickly, suna pulled away, his casual exterior breaking a little. his face was flushed from the kiss you two shared.

breathing heavily, he avoided eye contact with you.

“sorry.” he started with, then exhaled deeply.

“i don’t know what came over me, i just-“

giggling, you walked towards him, getting on your tiptoes again to hug him. maybe if you avoided eye contact things would less awkward, you thought. somewhat stiffly, you rested your chin on his shoulder. suna relaxed a little, reading the room.

“what if i said i didn’t mind that…” you whispered.

this time it was suna’s turn to chuckle, his laugh warming your cheeks. “then i’d ask if i could be your boyfriend,” he said, letting go from the hug but holding on to your shoulders.

—

it was now nearing the end of autumn, and the days were beginning to get colder. you were fixing the display at the counter when someone came in, taking his scarf off as he entered.

“oh, hi!” you beamed. it was your boyfriend, suna.

“hey.” he said, sitting down at the counter, after giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“i’ll have a flat white, and a tiramisu cookie, please,”

you smiled.

note thank you pookie!!! love you more ☹️🙏🙏 okay i had so so much fun writing this one!!!!! feel free to request love you guys bye!!

#twisha’s 100 follower slumber party!#suna x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintarou #haikyuu suna #hq suna #haikyuu x reader imagine #haikyuu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro fluff

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illubean · 3 months ago

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ohemgee hi! I saw ur post asking for requests and wanted to request something that's been flosting around in my head for a while- could i request a PLATONIC gojo satoru x fem!reader and a romantic bestfriend! megumi fushiguro x fem!reader where megumis out on a mission and reader misses him so she's ranting and complaining to gojo about it? Also i was thinking like reader just has a crush on megumi (megumi also likes her back) and reader's yearning over him to gojo and gojo's just like "WE GET IT." If u don't wanna write it with gojo, i don't mind the request with literally any other student in the tokyo jujutsu high! Thank u in advance! (Feel free to ignore this if u dont wanna write it <3)

Missing U

Characters: Megumi Fushiguro Type: Oneshot, Fluff, Fem!Reader

sort of wrote Gojo in here but not really >.< hope u like anyway!

Warnings: none

"Sighh..."

Currently you were sprawled upside down on the common room couch. Yuuji was watching one of his weird films on the TV while Nobara was flipping through some teen magazine. The only first year that was missing was Megumi.

"Siggggghhhhh."

Your two friends continued to ignore you, focusing on whatever had their attention at the moment. You sunk towards the floor, deciding to just let yourself fall and rest there.

"SIIIIGGGGHHH-"

"Girl if you don't SHUT THE FUCK UP I'm going to have to beat the shit out of you," Nobara warned, her eyebrow twitching in annoyance as she gripped her magazine tighter.

"What's up with you anyways?" Yuuji asks, eyes still focused on the TV.

You sat up, resting your arms and head against the couch cushions.

"I miss my man."

Your pink haired friend raised an eyebrow at this, glancing down at your pouting self before Nobara clarified.

"By her man, she means Megumi."

"Since when were you guys together?"

You huffed, leaning further into the couch while you mumbled out your response.

"We're together in my head."

Megumi had been your best friend since you got to Jujutsu Tech. He was the only other first year at the time, and even though he's pretty nonchalant most of the time he wasn't too hard to get close to. Honestly, he lets you get away with a lot of stuff that wouldn't slide had it been anyone else.

But that's just because you guys have known each other the longest, right?

"Why don't you just ask him out then?" Yuuji asked.

Your crush on Megumi was anything but a secret. All of the students knew, Gojo knew, hell, even the students from the Kyoto sister school could tell. Everyone knew but Megumi himself it seems.

"It's not that simple Yuuji!! I want him to make the first move. Besides, I don't even know if he's into me like that. What if he- OW!"

Before you could go on a rant, Nobara chucked her magazine right at your face.

"We get it, you're in love! If you're not going to do anything about it then stop complaining!"

It was silent for a few moments, save for the sound of the TV and rustling of paper while your brunette friend retrieved her magazine.

Several beats of silence.

Until-

"Siigghhhhhh...I miss him..."

With a scowl on her face, Nobara rolled up her magazine and raised it in preparation to hit you. You braced yourself for impact and as if on cue, you heard two sets of footsteps approaching.

"Guess who's back from that totally important mission!" your teacher spoke. You practically shot up from your spot on the floor, before leaning against the back of the couch, trying to act as cool as possible.

"Welcome back. How'd it go?"

"It went great! As a matter of fact, it went so great you should go hang out with your best friend!"

Gojo rests his hands on Megumi' shoulder, positioning the dark haired boy in front of him while Nobara got up from her spot to drag you around the couch and push you towards the door.

"Yeah, for the love of god, take her!"

The brunette shoved you outside, Gojo following suit to do the same to Megumi before giving you a "Have fun!" before slamming the door shut.

It was just now you realized the boy was holding a (favorite color) gift bag, a light shade of pink dusted over his cheeks as he avoided eye contact.

"Here. For you," he said, bringing his arm up to hold the bag out to you.

"Thanks Megs, but what's this for?"

"Just open it."

You opened up the bag and looked inside to see an arrangement of your favorite snacks. Taped on the inside of the bag was a note, that you gently peeled off and read to yourself. In neat handwriting it read

'Will you be my girlfriend?'

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kentosovertime · 10 months ago

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hiii! could i request an au where megumi is a bookstore owner and reader often drops by to read/buy R rated books, then maybe one day reader accidentally stays past closing time so her and megs are alone tgt and some boomshakalaka happens? (also i love ur writing so much i hope ur pillow is always cold <3)

𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 1.8k wc, explicit content and language, semi public smut, pet names, use of daddy, choking, unprotected sex

𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… i got you nonnie ✨ i hope you enjoy! to everyone else my ask box is open for request 😈

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It was like clockwork every week. You come in late, every time, covering your mouth with a cute yawn that has Megumi’s heart beating faster, his cheeks heating up at how adorable you are.

He noted from behind the counter how your curious eyes always roamed the shelves, looking for your next title to read. You only ever cashed out with one or two, seeming to pace yourself from getting too out of control on your to be read pile.

If it were anyone else, he’d obviously prefer someone to buy a lot at a time, it helps his business stay afloat, but with you? He prefers to see you as frequently as possible. The late night visits allow him to regularly admire you from afar.

After weeks of consistent visits, he starts to notice a pattern in your reading that has his pants tightening. You always beeline to the section Tsumiki insisted he add to the store’s stock, saying it would draw in a whole new demographic of customers to his store.

He begrudgingly had to agree with his sister, it was one of his best selling sections. Not that he knew what books were there, he let her handle curating what was currently popular to fill the shelves in that section.

It was only once he noticed you purchasing them that he started getting curious. What could be so good about these anyway?

He remembers picking up the start of a series that you bought over three visits, thinking the topic must be interesting to keep you coming back to purchase the next ones, so he borrowed his stock to read the first one that night.

His eyes darted over the pages in rapid succession, his mouth gradually falling open at the graphic scenes playing out on the page. These scenes were in direct opposition to his original view of you, a cute, innocent woman with a quiet introverted passion for books like him.

He noticed the more he made an effort to talk to you in the following weeks while he was cashing you out, making sure to ask you how you were enjoying your purchases, the darker your cheeks would flush crimson. Eventually, he grew more comfortable with you, bolder even, purposefully asking prodding questions about your selected novels.

“What’s this one about?” He hums, playing at a clueless frown, acting like he hadn’t started reading ahead on popular titles that you hadn’t yet bought. He was fairly certain that this one had a particularly graphic scene in an Uber.

“It’s um… just a romance.” You shrug and seek to fill the silence when he doesn’t immediately respond. “It is about a figure skater and a hockey player. It’s a stereotype but people say that its cute…”

Oh, he knows it's cute. Cute that you think he doesn’t know how nasty it is.

He went along with his night in a daze, picturing you in the positions in all of the books he’s read since last seeing you, not paying attention to the time until he’s looking at a clock that shows he closed 30 minutes ago.

Did you leave while he wasn’t able to admire you walking through his front door? He mentally huffs in disappointment, moving to the door and flicking it closed before shutting off the open sign that faces the sidewalk.

“Excuse me-” You squeak worriedly, holding your arm full of books you intended to buy but you had lost track of time, your mind engrossed in the beginning of the newest book you had picked up. Your voice doesn’t seem to reach him as he spins on his heels and rams straight into you.

Your breath is knocked from you as you stumble backwards, your books knocking from your arms to topple to the floor with a loud crash. You’re ready to join them and smash your face off of the table of books behind you before a pair of hard arms lace around your waist to break your fall.

“Are you okay?” He asks a bit breathlessly, trying to look over your face to see if you’re hurt, but his gaze is continually drawn back to your mouth that’s parted in shock, panting from the fear of falling and still catching up to your current position.

“T-thanks to you.” Your voice croaks, more strained than his as the warmth of his hold on you sinks through your clothing and into your skin. Teeth bite at your lip nervously, glancing nervously at the merchandise you damaged. “I’ll pay for these. I’m sorry for being so careless.”

His arms tighten around your middle as you try to pull away and pick up your mess, another apology on the tip of your tongue for staying past closing dies as a quiet whine is pulled from you. The way his grip digs into you, threatening to bruise with how tight he’s holding you, has your knees giving out and relying on him to keep you upright.

“Something wrong, dear?” He murmurs, leaning his face closer, hovering his lips over yours. “If you tell me I could help you fix it.”

“Can I kiss y-you?” You mumble shyly as you feel your face heat up. You hope that you weren’t reading into this too hard and making a fool out of yourself. This was your favorite book store in the city and you didn’t want to have to find another one.

“I’d let you do more than kiss me, hun.” You can feel the words vibrate in his chest with a growl, making your breath hitch at how quickly he agreed to it. The open invitation for more almost has you pausing, but you push forward despite your anxiety.

You don’t have to lean in far for your lips to touch his in a tentative motion, almost testing if you should be doing this, you’d never had a fall conversation with this man, you’ve only admired him from afar and attempted awkward small talk at check up while trying to avoid describing the content of the books you were buy.

You shiver as he slowly presses his lips to yours, savoring the taste, moaning into you softly when you taste better than he imagined. And out of nowhere it's like a switch flips in him, his mouth pressing into yours with more urgency, swallowing every sweet noise he forces you to make.

One of Megumi’s hands fists into your hair, jumping on the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth when your lips part in a gasp, making you grab at the fabric of his shirt.

You return his enthusiasm, pressing your body to mold his and letting your head tip back limply to allow him to devour you. The more he presses into you, attempting to get closer than physically possible, the deeper he pushes you into the store.

The feverish kissing isn’t distracted, even when you collide against a display table of books, the jolt of the collision throwing more books to the floor. The heat rising in you is suffocating, it has your skin crawling to strip your clothing to bare yourself to him. It makes your hands wonder, pushing under his shirt to drag your nails across his skin, desperate to have him make just as much noise as you are.

A deep groan grates from his throat as he pins you against the table for leverage so you can feel the tightness raging in his pants. He wants you to crave him like you do the men in the books your nose is always stuck in. He needs to you to sing for him, to moan like the little slut he knows you are under that facade, but he just can’t get fucking close enough to you and can’t stop.

The groans he rewards you with quickly turn into growls of frustration, the make out session devolving into a flustered, rushed clash of lips and teeth.

“F-fuck- fuck it.” He growls louder and pulls away from you, reaching behind you to rush to swipe the books from the table onto the floor, quickly manhandling your body to force you to lay back on the wooden surface as he pushes his pants down just enough to free his length from its confinement.

“Let me take these off- shit!” You yelp when you already find his hands pushing their way under your skirt to take hold of your hips, tugging you to hover over the edge of the table before you hear the shredding fabric of your panties as they’re tossed carelessly to the floor.

“You wear these little skirts on purpose?” His voice rumbles straight through you, making your center feel painfully empty.

“Mayb-” A scream flies from your mouth, cutting off your response when Megumi shoves himself into you with a grin. His hips clap into yours, ever increasing in speed until the table is scraping marks across the floor of the store as it rocks back and forth.

“You want to live in those nasty little novels so bad don’t you?” He coos, bringing his hand up to wrap around your neck to make sure you’re held in place, completely at his mercy as he drills into you. “How do those pages stack up to the real thing?”

“G-god- s’much better-” You mewl, trying to arch your back into his harsh thrusts that are clapping into your skin at a deafening speed. Your high builds rapidly at the raw feeling off him sliding through your clamping walls, the stretch of him scratching the itch you’ve been chasing with these novels. “C-can you- fucking please - harder!”

Your cries begging to take more of him snaps the last threads of control in him. Megumi’s teeth grit as he leans forward to adjust the angle of his thrusts before he watches your body jolt and skin ripple with the force he’s exerting on your body.

“You feel so much better than my fucking hand.” He says between grunts, keeping your neck pinned to the table, reach between the two of you with his free hand to messily circle your clit. “Fucking cum for me, hun… You can let it go.”

The extra stimulation has your body tensing before snapping in on itself, tremoring with a hoarse cry when he doesn’t let up, fucking himself into with the soul focus of finishing himself.

“Inside-” You croak, your legs fall around his waist, snaking around him to lock your ankle behind him to make sure he can’t pull out. “Please c-can I have your cum?”

“Oh god-” His cock twitches inside of you at your siren’s call. He shouldn’t, he really fucking shouldn’t but when your cunt feels this good? “Fuck yes baby, you’re gonna take it like a good girl? Let daddy feel good?”

You nod your head vigorously, your eyes watering as they squeeze shut at how harshly he abuses your sensitive center until you’re clamping down on him again, sucking him deep when he presses into you and pumps you full.

“Shit.” He props himself, hovering over you with a dazed look of concern as his chest heaves. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

He thinks that your blissed out grin is answer enough.

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byalexisness · 10 months ago

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☆none like you

Eita Otoya x fem! reader

anonymous asked: hii!!! first i just wanna say that im in LOVE with how u write and how u portray the boys as yanderes sm!! like i just cannot stop rereading ur stories secondly i wanted to request one for otoya eita? where like: at first he treated reader like another fling, but when he notices that reader doesn't come running after him like the rest; he tries to get reader to like do that, but then becomes obsessed with reader in the process? im not sure if my request is understandable but i hope it is!! (ÓÓ) p.s no rush! u can take as long as u want, idm the wait!! <33

hiii, i'm really sorry for my absence and for the fact that this took so so so long and it's honestly so disappointing :(( i had no motivation to write and no ideas :( and i REALLY appreciate your love ty bby <3 content warning: yandere behavior, stalking, implied violence (not towards the reader)

at first, you were like the rest. a normal college girl, with your cute uniform and average grades, you didn't stand out in any way.

for him, you were just a...meh. he didn't really pay attention to you, just knowing you existed as his classmate, just another woman.

that's all he thought you were...

...until one day, when he tried to hit up on you and got a little surprise. instead of blushing, stuttering and acting like a high-school girl whose first crush interacted with her, you did...nothing, basically.

the conversation still replays in his mind to this day.

you were sitting in the college classroom, headphones on your head as you peacefully scrolled through your phone.

"well, hello there, cutie." he started with the same thing he tells every single girl, which, usually, makes them flustered.

you looked at him and, after blinking confused, you seemed to...cringe. as if it creeped you out to be flirted with.

"hello?" you greeted back, confused. "can i help you?"

"yeah, perhaps...you could..." he said as he leaned on your table. "...give me your number?"

blinking confused again, you cocked a brow. after a slight scoff, you shook your head.

"i'm not interested."

that was not the reaction he expected, at all.

and the fact that it didn't only happen once, but twice made it even worse.

eita was so used to girl chasing him that, when his advances got rejected, he felt hurt.

not in his heart, but in his ego.

you hurt his fragile ego so, you could only pay the price, right? and what better way to pay him back was there to exist rather than just straight up making you obsessed with him? just like any other girl, you have to fall for his charms, right?

right?

absolutely wrong.

during his weeks of continually chasing after you, by easily inserting himself into your small friendgroup, following you around, sitting next to you in every class you shared (simply making it that you two spend as much time togheter as possible), his whole plan went down the hill.

instead of having you become obsessed with him, he became obsessed with you.

it was just something about your appearance, about how you walked, about your voice...about you, overall, that made him lose his mind.

eita had no idea how and why did it happen, but he paid it no mind. he gaslit himself that he wasn't obsessed, that everything was just a part of his plan to make you love him so he could hurt your feelings.

not even karasu ever saw him like this.

that, until he found himself secretly beating up every boy that flirted with you or every person that generally upseted you...even if it was a simple reply that bothered you in your conversation with you.

he knew your schedule by heart, he knew where you went most of the time. he had dozens of photos of you kept in a secret compartiment of his room.

it was...concerning, really. and he knew it well enough.

and when he found out about what his best friend was up to, karasu tried to warn him... he really tried to convince otoya that his behavior was absolutely not normal. but to no use.

nothing and nobody could break otoya out of the spell you unknowingly put him under.

it was twisted and sick but he was in love.

deeply.

and it wouldn't end too pretty for you either.

#bllk #anime #yandere bllk x reader #bluelock #blue lock #yandere otoya x reader #blue lock otoya #otoya eita #otoya x reader #bllk karasu #yandere bluelock #blue lock karasu #yandere x reader #yandere themes #yandere #tw stalking

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captain-mj · 1 year ago

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Can you do another part for alien korangi au? I'm starving 🙏😔 (love ur writing btw❤️)

Part 1 Part 2

Thank you!

Horangi sighed as König left. He really doubted that he'd actually be back. Maybe the next solar cycle of his species when he got horny again. As nice as being swept away sounded, it just didn't actually happen. All kinds of people and non people promised him this.

Horangi checked his debt, seeing the giant chunk taken out of it by König's generous payment. He had tipped heavily, easily paying a month of Horangi's work.

Two months passed. Horangi continued to work as normal. Sometimes, his mind would wander to König again.

The biggest part that he missed was the intimacy of it. König didn't speak the majority of the time but he had pressed into him and held him so tight.

It was a lot better than most of his clients who left him aching and starving for a nice hand through his hair.

Horangi groaned and stretched, back arching. He checked his debt.

5 coins.

Horangi could go outside and ask that of someone.

He quickly went to check who deposited so much money.

Colonel König. As a tip.

Horangi stared at it for a long time.

5 coins.

Someone knocked and he sat up quickly. He scrambled up and got dressed before opening the door.

König.

"Hi."

König didn't speak. His hood kept his face covered. But he did lean down and brush their cheeks together. "My Liebling."

Horangi growled and shoved him before yanking him closer to him by his belt loops. "Not a word for two months!! Not a word! I thought you had given up on me!"

König shook his head. "Worked a bunch of overtime. Was too busy. Also didn't want to waste any money." He yanked him along before making himself calm down and instead gently lead him.

"Why leave 5 coins?" Horangi had none of the same scruples, yanking König to him constantly and making them bumbled around.

"Wanted to pay it in person."

"This is crazy. You get this right? You paid so much money for me. You didn't even purchase me! Just paid off my debt like a crazy person!"

"I could've purchased you?' König sounded rather interested but it was clear he was joking. Especially since he was currently trying to nuzzle back into Horangi.

Horangi hit his ribs and kept following him.

König handed Horangi the money and Horangi paid the last of everything. It was a rather anti climatic. He was just... there. And he was free to leave for once.

König hummed. "Can I have my date now?"

"Gongjunim, you can have whatever you want." Horangi said smiling at him.

They ended up a parlor nearby. It served tons of things, the best being pastries. König paid for everything, insisting on it. Mostly because Horangi had no money.

He watched Horangi eat with a ton of interest. He didn't lift his hood very much so Horangi couldn't return the favor.

König purred happily when Horangi took another bite. "Any plans?"

"Not really. Burned a lot of bridges back home."

"Could get you a job working for me."

Horangi stared at him. This wasn't hesitation. Instead it was introspective. "Am I just going to be your paid secretary that you bang?"

"Mercenary."

Horangi's interest was immediately piqued. "Go on."

"You'd be a merc that I scouted that I bang." König said with a smile in his voice.

Horangi tapped his fingers. "Only when I want it."

König blinked in shock. "That was a question?"

Horangi found something about this man to be very attractive. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, but he did.

Some patrons were watching them with unease. Probably waiting for König to suddenly go crazy. Start eating people like some beast.

Horangi finished eating. "I'll take you up on it. For a little while. Something to get me on my feet yeah?"

König smiled at him. "You'll stay in my home."

Horangi hummed. "You don't have a harem like some of your species does right?"

"No.... If i did, we wouldn't have met. I'm very glad I don't have a harem." König didn't meet his eyes.

"Take me home then."

Horangi was on König's bed and being attacked. König kissed him all over, pulling him in between his thighs. He purred and wiggled, rubbing all over Horangi.

Horangi laid back and let König snuggle him. "My liebling.'' König cooed and put his face in Horangi's neck.

They existed tangled up for quite a while before things dragged König away.

At night, they once again intertwined, being rather insistent about it. They tangled together and kissed.

König's hood ended up on the floor. Horangi held him close and kissed him sweetly.

They started to make love. König was so sweet about it. So nice and sweet. He thrust into him over and over and over again. Driving right into his sweet spot.

Horangi held on and reveled in the pleasure of everything. König kissed him softly, licking into his mouth. "You're so sweet."

Horangi wailed when he came. He couldn't help it.

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asherloki · 1 year ago

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helloooo :)

i was wondering if u could write somthing about anderson disrespecting reader when they join cases with sherlock, but always behind their backs

but then sherlock hears and he starts (trying) to beat him up, and anderson puts up a good fight, however sherlock still wins

he goes home to 221B and reader is shocked asking who hurt him and what he did, but he doesn’t give away anything, and simply tell them not to worry about it. whilst reader is patching up his wounds, john comes back and starts saying how cool, dangerous and reckless beating up anderson for reader was and they’re just flustered and shocked, saying thank you to sherlock (maybe a first kiss scene?)

reader also gives anderson a piece of their mind - not because he disrespected them, because he beat up sherlock :)

tysm and ur work is amazing!!!!

Detective's doll

Bbc Sherlock x reader

Word count:- 840

A/n:- listen guys, just one or two fic will come this month, once October is here I'll be doing Halloween fics! I've shared some prompts do check! Fandoms you know, otherwise check my masterlist.

"you think I can help you with this case?" I enquired to Sherlock not believing he asked my help suddenly for a case. I've been fond of him since I moved in. He can seem cold, unfriendly, some people may describe him as arrogant as well. I was no exception, however living with him taught he's actually pretty lonely. Especially since john watson was married. Sometimes when he's working or sitting with his microscope he looks as pure as a child who just needs a hug. I do want to hug him tight sometimes but he's not very fond of touches innit? So I never dared.

"that's why I asked you, look this case includes information about victorian literature and by seeing your side of the bookshelf " he said pointing to our bookshelf, his side was filled with books about chemistry, science, anatomy and mine was filled with victorian classic novels, mostly, "I think you can help us with this".

"okay then" I must admit I was over the moon. A real life adventure was calling me, how could I not be thrilled.

In evening we went to Scotland yard, I felt excited about being able to help these men. Especially Sherlock, he introduced me to lestrade and informed him that I'll be joining their quest. His agreement confirmed my involvement before I went with him to his office to get some information about the case, I thought Sherlock was following me however I turned around to find out he was going to a different direction, he was walking towards Andersen. Perhaps he had business with him, but one question still lingered, he doesn't quite like Andersen that much.

When I came back with a folder in my hand which contained some information put inside, not in an organised way, I looked around for Sherlock, it seemed like he was gone, and for some reason people or I must say other officers there stared at me. I wondered why, maybe because I don't usually visit their office. Though their furrowed brows told some different story.

After I got to Baker Street I found the flat's door already open,

"Sherlock?" I called, to make sure it was him who opened the door, and not some break in, "is it you in there?" I walked in showing some bravery, trying to make least noise possible to find Sherlock struggling with the first aid box.

"gosh" I went closer to him and I gasped as I found out he had a cut along his cheek bone, and some more wounds accompanying "what the... what happened?"

"nothing" replied the detective, still trying to get the box open. I noticed his knuckles were hurt too as they were all red, it was the reason for his struggle with the first aid box. They were hurting him as he tried to open it.

"fine don't tell me" the only thing I couldn't bring myself to like about him was his habit of keeping things hidden, "do me a favour and sit" I wonder if my eyes reflected all the concern I felt for him. It may have, for he stared at me for a few seconds then obeyed without any objection. I took some medicine in cotton to apply over his cut.

"ow" he pulled away as the medicine on the wound felt like burn.

"I know it might hurt but please.." as I said and he nodded in agreement, it appeared to how much I fancied this moment, me taking care of him, even though he was hurt, and that was the part I disliked. I continued to do my job until John Watson came bursting in,

"oh gosh you're here, you did amazing" he seemed overjoyed and I bet I could see all his 32 teeth the way he smiled.

"let's not talk about it" said Sherlock softly. My confusion rose at this point, does john know what happened?

"no wait" I forbid him to interfere, "what happened john?"

"wait you don't know?" he asked in a way as if I'm the one who should be knowing this before others, although he was well aware how secretive his friend can be.

"how's mary? Is pregnancy bothering her?" Sherlock interrupted again, with his terrible skill of small talk.

"shhh" I hushed him "speak up John".

"Sherlock beat up Andersen" He spoke finally.

"he did what?"

"yes, because..."

"you said enough" Sherlock forbid him again.

"no he hasn't" I said, "because?" I turned to John.

"because Andersen said shit about you" John's words left his mouth and hit me, one because Andersen said something bad about me? but I never were mean to him even for once, why would he do that? and two, Sherlock beat him for that? For me?

"it wasn't just.." Sherlock started to say something, he was lacking excuses so he stuttered until I spoke,

"really?"

"yes, Andersen is beaten up terribly by him" replied john, "and you shouldn't bother about what he said".

That only meant it was very mean, "I'd still like to know"

"dumb doll of the detective" said Sherlock, "that's what he told you, you're dumb, a doll who's is controlled by me"

I gasped at this not knowing what to say.

"an opportunist" followed by a few seconds of quietness, "he said more but..."

It felt terrible, no wonder other words were far more worse that Sherlock couldn't bring himself to speak.

"anyway" John said breaking the silence. "I better go home, Mary might need me."

Waving us he went and left us wondering about the situation. I turned to Sherlock as I was yet to understand all those cuts and wounds he endured, were all to protect my image? To protect me from words? He knew then how sensitive I am under the cover of a strong person, "you fought him for me?"

He nodded in response, followed by the heavy exhale.

"and why?"

"because you don't deserve disrespect, and obviously not from someone like Andersen." he replied.

I don't know why but that moment I didn't care if he likes being touched or not instead I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed my chin on his head, sniffing his hair and realising his shampoo has a decent smell, no wonder his curls were like a soft pillow. It forced me to lean my cheek too with a smile that appeared on my lips, "you didn't have to, but thanks"

"no problem" he said taking my hand, and caressing it, as if it was an assurance, a promise that my palm was safe in his hand.

Next day Sherlock, john and I went to Scotland yard where I found the sight of beaten up Andersen, oh how... terrible honestly. I felt bad how wounded he was but atleast he'll think twice before disrespecting me, or anyone. Sherlock made sure of that.

"you guys go inside, I'll be with you in a minute" I said walking to Andersen, although Sherlock pulled me a little by my wrist to say,

"listen" Sherlock said, "don't put up a fight I did it already"

"I won't" we exchanged smiles and I went to catch Andersen,

"Andersen!" I called.

He looked horrified yet fuming at me he said, "you? what do you want?"

With some strength in my voice I stated, as politely as possible yet stern, "next time if want to say something, make sure it's on my face, but if you dare again, my detective will kill you, I'm his doll afterall, he won't let you play with me like that" then I went a little closer and replied in a hushed voice, "I'm his to love, his to keep, his to adore." This may haven't scared him but infuriated him even more, so I stepped backwards with a smile, now that my threat did it's job and walked away, just one more time I turned around to wave him, a mocking wave to be more clear, "see ya".

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock x you #i am sherlocked

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star-quill · 2 years ago

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Hey! I absolutely adore your writing! I would love your take on Peter Quill x nurse!reader. Like, she's a home health aide who takes care of his grandpa and they meet when he comes back. I'd love some nsfw, but only if you want. ;)

omg this is so!!!!

he'd be totally sweet at first, when he met you after he came back. asking about u and when u starting helping his grandfather. u weren't totally sure if u were really needed anymore since he was back but he absolutely insisted u stay.

u showed him a few things he could help with whenever u weren't around and he was listening intently to everything u had to say, trying to memorise it all and not wanting to mess anything up.

however there was one night u had to stay overnight and he insisted u sleep in his bed while he took the couch. u were never going to win the argument so u gave in, grabbing a blanket from the cupboard nearby while he went to fetch some pillows for u.

however he didn't tell u that, u just assumed he was going to bed so u removed ur shirt, ur pants following suit before he walked in.

"hey so i got u some pill—oh shit, shit sorry.."

"oh my god!" u grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around urself, his hand covering his eyes as he dropped the pillows on the couch.

"sorry, i didn't know u were changing.."

"it's ok.. i didn't know u'd be back so soon.."

"i should've said.."

he awkwardly left after that, leaving u to grab ur spare shirt that u keep in ur bag just incase of an overnight stay. it took u a while to get to sleep admittedly, knowing peter's seen u in ur underwear. but then again, it's really only fair since u've seen him mow the lawn outside in just his shorts. you've been trying to fall asleep for thirty minutes now and ur sure that thirty of those minutes were spent thinking about peter. then u realised, all ur thoughts are really about peter. before long, u found urself pushing ur hand down ur pants, trying to give urself a release. peter was the only thing on ur mind, images of his back muscles flexing and his chest heaving with sweat were flashing through ur mind.

u had to turn ur head towards the pillow, muffling ur moans and whimpers as u brought urself closer to ur release.

"peter.." u breathed out as u came on ur fingers, legs slightly trembling. unbeknownst to u, peter was in his bed, thinking about u. he hasn't been able to stop thinking about u since the first day he came back and saw u. he thinks ur so pretty, but he'd never admit it to u. he tosses and turns for a few moments before sleep hit him and he passes out for the night.

he wakes up the next morning, later than usual and stumbles into the kitchen. his eyes haven't fully adjusted to the light and so he doesn't see u standing there and bumps into u.

"oh.. shit, sorry.."

"hey, hey.. u ok?"

"yeah.. still half asleep."

u just smile, holding his arms as he rubs his face, trying to wake himself up. he yawned as well, turning away from u to go to the fridge.

"i'm uh.. i'm heading out, need to pick up a few things but i'll be back later.."

"ok.. look, i'm still really sorry about last night.."

"it's alright.."

u and him both know it wasn't. u could cut the tension in the air with a fucking spoon.

"i.. it's just.. i-i think.. i don't know.."

u'd never seen him be this awkward over anything. u stood next to him, looking up at him as his eyes averted ur gaze.

"i.. i think i like u.. no, fuck, no.. i know i do.."

"oh.. uhm.. oh.."

u grabbed his face and kissed him then, his hands immediately finding ur waist and pulling u into him. now he'd confessed his feelings to u, u felt it was only right u did the same. however, u left out the part about how u touched urself thinking of him. that was for another day. right now, u just wanted to focus on him and the way he was kissing ur neck.

"couldn't stop thinking about u last night.. wanted to kiss u then as well.."

"mmhm?"

"mmhm.. u looked so pretty.."

u blushed, feeling him tug on ur waist to lift u up and set u down on the kitchen counter. he stood between ur legs and continued to leave a trail of kisses down ur neck and collarbone area.

"u just.. u tell me at any point u don't want me to continue.. ok?"

"o-ok.."

he kissed u once again, one of his hands running up and down ur thigh while the other was planted on the counter beside u. then all of a sudden he pulled away from u, leaving u slightly breathless. u were blushing pink, ur lips slightly swollen from the kiss, little marks littered ur neck.

"i uhh.. won't keep u from ur errands.."

oh he was a fucking tease, the smirk on his face said it all.

"asshole."

he knew u didn't mean it, and he just laughed, pressing a kiss to ur cheek.

"i'll finish this when u get back.. but we can't let my grandpa find out.. think it'd give him a heart attack.."

"ok.. ok.. i will finish these errands in record time.."

u hopped off the counter, quickly kissing his cheek this time. he gently slapped ur ass as u walked away and winked when u turned back to him. u blushed even more as u quickly grabbed ur back and headed out.

u weren't lying when u said u finished ur errands in record time, coming back to peter sitting watching tv in the living room. u glanced around the room and noticed nobody else.

"he's having a nap.. we're good.."

u shrugged ur jacket off and moved immediately to sit on his lap, ur lips already on his while his hands were on the small of ur back. instinctively, u grinded down on him, rocking back and forth, feeling his hands grip ur waist even tighter.

"fuck.."

u reached down between u two to undo his jean zipper, attempting to push the item of clothing off him. he bucked his hips up and let his jeans pool around his knees. u were still in ur uniform so u had to step off him and take the bottom half off, and he was so enamoured with u as he watched u. his boxers came off next, and to no surprise, he was already hard. u wasted no time in sinking down onto him, feeling him fill u all the way up.

"oh.. oh.."

"u can take it baby, c'mon.."

"mmf.." u slumped down, wrapping ur arms around his neck and burying ur head in the crook of his shoulder. his hands were on ur waist again as he moved u around, rocking u back and forth as well as bouncing u every so often, making sure u felt everything inside u. he would whisper so much praise into ur ear, making sure to go slow with u, absolutely wrecking u into next week.

he finally let u come, feeling u tremble and shake against him as he pulled out just in time, his own release hitting his stomach. he sighed out, feeling u kiss his neck as u released urself from his shoulder.

"u ok?"

"y-yeah.. feel so good.."

"good.. let's get u showered up, yeah?"

"ok.."

u let him carry u to the shower, washing u up and rinsing u off. he kissed u softly once u were out and wrapped in a warm towel.

"oh and this is definitely not just a one time thing.. i really like u.."

"mmhm, i know.. i like u too.."

#this is sorta long and i mobile post so idk how to add a read more sorry #but i finally finished this!!!! been in my drafts bc i didn't know where to take it #hope u like it!!!!!#peter quill #peter quill smut #peter quill fluff #peter quill x reader #peter quill drabble #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #✎ peter quill #answered #everybody-hates-mills

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hihihi i hope ur doing well!! i was hoping you could do armins reacton to his gf reading and writing fanfiction 🤍 ahh ilysm

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bf!Armin x fem!reader

Overview; Armin finds your latest fanfic work.

Content; fluff

Warnings; errr kinda MDNI? mentions reader writing smut and Armin reading it

Notes; teehee i'm giggling over this idea!! mwa ty and hope u enjoy 💕

You accidentally left your laptop open on the latest chapter of your current fanfic work, and Armin sat and ended up intently reading the whole thing.

"Okay, I'm back – NO DON'T READ THAT!" you grimaced when you entered your bedroom. "It's – it's – "

"It's so good, did you write this?" Armin looks at you, intrigued.

You almost don't know how to respond. "Um, yeah, that's my latest fic... this is embarrassing."

Armin chuckled softly, "No need to be embarrassed! I used to read fanfic when I was sixteen. I still do sometimes, if I come across something good."

"Have you ever written some?" you asked curiously, coming to sit with him.

"Nah, I've got zero creativity when it comes to writing. It's really admirable that you built something from nothing here, I mean, people seem to really like it."

You beam at him, feeling confidence swarm your chest. "Yeah! It's nice. There's some really lovely people here... the reception and engagement has been really good."

"Mmm... mind if I follow you?" he asks timidly. "I won't if you're not comfortable. I understand if you want to keep this as your secret, sacred thing."

"I mean... I don't mind... but... well, sometimes I do write – um, peculiar content?" you said awkwardly.

Armin burst out laughing. "Ah, c'mon, don't be ashamed! Smut is good."

"Well, in that case, you can read one particular work if you want... I'm kinda proud of it."

Armin's eyes lit up. "Sure." he said eagerly.

So you let him read one, just one, of your smuts. He went completely red and slid down the chair, covering his face.

"That was..." he gulped, shifting like he was getting hot.

"Spicy?" you laughed. "It's my most liked work."

"I can see why." he looks at you, eyes lingering for a moment. "It's really good..."

He gulped and tried to change topic, but couldn't. "Do you read a lot of smut?" he asked curiously. He really wanted to know.

"Well... yeah." you admitted, chuckling a little.

"That's nice..." he replied awkwardly, "Um, if you find something good, I wouldn't mind if you sent me the link. I'd love to read what you're into. I mean! Uh, you know, if that's not weird..."

#🐬ocean prince #armin #armin arlert #fluff #armin fluff #aot #snk #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin aot #armin x fem reader #armin x y/n #armin x you

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accihoe · 3 months ago

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i’m sorry you received bad news recently :(

your dave fic was so good, it’s nice for someone to write him soft and sappy it was so cute i’d love if you could write more!!

love ur blog and hope u feel better 🌙✨

Hi there!

Thank you so much for being so kind, it means so much to me.

And I'm super thrilled that you loved the Dave fic!!

Your kindness is much appreciated❤️.

Since you added a moon emoji, I thought I might incorporate that into the story.

Here's a little something just for you <3

Moonlight 🌙

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N is awoken at night to an empty bed and seeks out for Dave. She finds him in one of the most heart-warming spots.

Warnings: mention of drugs like once

A/n: This will be sappy again. Thank you for reaching out, kind person, I appreciate you!

Also idk why but for some reason it's easier for me to write Dave fics in first person or a more personal narrative.

Xxxx

Y/N shifted onto her side, eyes blinking open and staring into the abyss of the dark room. With no idea as to why she was suddenly awake, Y/N reached out for her beloved, expecting to feel his warm skin and to pull him closer.

But she was met with cold, empty sheets. Perhaps he'd gone to the bathroom, she thought. But no, it was unlike Dave, and she heard no sounds from the bathroom. Y/N sat up, scanning the dark room for any sign of him.

She saw a small beam of light from the door that was creaked open only slightly. Perhaps he was thirsty? No, that's what they kept water in the bedroom for. Y/N slipped into her slippers and got up, fixing the strap of her silky pink nightwear and walked to the door.

She pushed the lavish door open. Her mind was flooded with memories from her apartment, her old creaking door, and how Dave promised he'd make it big and spoil her with a large house, which was exactly what he did.

She slipped out into the passage, following the stream of light. Thankfully, the upstairs floors were carpeted, so she wasn't making a noise on the floors.

"Honey?"

Y/N called out gently, not wanting to startle him.

There, Y/N found him. He was perched on the thick windowsill at the end of the passage, knees hugged to his chest, staring at the moon lit night.

She closed the remaining space, standing beside her husband.

"What're you doing up, darling?"

He asked, turning his head so that his cheek was resting on his knee.

"Bed was cold without you. And I should be asking you."

She tilted her head with a smile. He inhaled deeply, in thought, and turned his head back to the window.

His beautiful hair was tied loosely at the nape of his neck, shorter bits free, framing his handsome face. Y/N could see the frown etched on his brows, the deep worry hanging over him. His shoulders were slouched, contrasting to their usual proud and rigid stance.

Y/N reached out, laying a hand on his ankle. She stroked her thumb across his soft skin, urging him to let her in.

Dave took another deep breath, looking at the moon as he spoke.

"I dreamt about that again. About them. They day they kicked me out."

Though many years had passed since, Y/N could see that the hurt still weighed deep on his chest. She gave his ankle a gentle squeeze.

"I dreamt about different scenarios of what could've happened. Where I'd be now, with them. It was... it was nice to have my buddies back. We were all laughing, smashing watermelons. Just like we used to."

Y/N listened, his words weighing heavy on her own chest.

"I think you should maybe consider talking to them again."

"I don't know if I can. It still hurts so much. And when I do talk to them, I want to confront them. I want to know the real reason they kicked me out."

Her heart cracked more, knowing he still went without knowing the actual truth. Y/N kissed his calf, leaning her chin on his other knee. Dave smiled down at his wife, grateful for her presence. Even her silent presence comforted him.

"Why are you even out here anyway? You could've woken me up, love. You know that."

"Yeah, I do. But I didn't want to disturb you. Besides, the moon brings me peace. It reminds me of you. Obviously, I couldn't light up the room to see your beautiful face and bother you at who knows what hour. So I came here. Here to the moonlight. Here where I know you sit and wait for me, where you stare at the same moon and pray for my arrival."

His words shot into her chest, the sincerity, the way he knew her like the back of his hand. Y/N wrapped her arms around what she could reach of Dave, hugging him tightly. Her heart was at the verge of bursting, overwhelmed by her love for the man before her.

Dave looked at her rings shimmering in the moonlight.

"And in the other part of my dream, you left too. My drugs got in the way of us. You couldn't handle it anymore."

Y/N didn't know how to respond to Dave. His usage had been a tender topic in their relationship. But she knew he needed reassurance.

"Angel, I'm not leaving. This", she brought her hand up.

"ring, is but a mere symbol of my love for you. As long as my lungs fill with air, so long shall I love you. And even thereafter. You may have a problem, you may not. But that's what I'm here for. I'm your wife. And I'm going to help you through it. Alright?"

She leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm supposed to be the rock of the family. I'm supposed to be protecting and comforting you. "

He said softly.

"You do, Dave. But that's not what I need tonight,"

"....It's what I need."

He finished her sentence after a few moments.

"Come to bed, it's warmer there."

Y/N pulled away, holding her hand out. Dave took her hand, hopping down. Within a swift moment, he scooped her up, bridal style, catching her by surprise. Y/N laughed, hand on his chest.

"Just like the night we got married."

She grinned.

"It was full moon too then."

He observed.

"Ohhh, we better go hide from the wear wolves."

Dave sped up his pace, and once he'd laid her down on the bed, he locked the door, tugging on it to make sure it was locked. He shimmied up the bed and underneath the covers, worming himself to where he was half laying on top of her.

"There we go. Safe and sound."

Y/N hummed, cradling a hand through his loose fringe. She raked her nails over his scalp, scratching through his hair at the base of his skull. Dave groaned, face dropping into her chest. She felt the tension ooze from his body and disintegrate into nothing.

She took his hand, kissing over his ring, and then his palm, holding his palm to her face.

"I love you, David Scott Mustaine. And know that you are not shaking me off very easily. You're stuck. At least until one of us leaves this earth."

Dave smiled at her words, moving his chin to rest on her chest so that he could stare up at her, even though she was barely visible.

"Ditto, darling."

He husked, vocals strained from the position of his throat. Y/N leaned down, pressing a kiss between his brows.

"Get some rest, handsome. We've got a long day of doing nothing waiting for us."

He chuckled at her joke and turned his head, resting his cheek against her chest. Y/N stroked his hair away from his face, dragging her nails across his cheek and jaw.

Both fell asleep within in minutes, and when the first beams of sunlight creeped past the curtains, Y/N was awake. They were still in the same position. Y/N took that as her chance to admire Dave.

His long lashes fluttered over his cheeks as he dreamt, though she could tell by his expression it was a pleasant dream. Soft freckles were scattered across his fair skin, cheeks and nose rosy from sleep. His lips were puffy and slightly parted from sleep. And his ginger locks were sprawled everywhere, hairtie lost somewhere in the bedding. Y/N used her hands to gently gather the curls, smoothing them down to relieve them of the sleep friz.

Dave stirred, shifting. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. As soon as they were open they were on Y/N.

"Good morning, handsome."

"Good morning, beautiful. I had the best dream."

Y/N raised a brow, intrigued.

"We had triplets!"

Xxxx

Hope you liked it. Thanks again for your kindness.

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