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midnight-black2 · 6 months ago

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dom!reader x farleigh that begs to touch

her— like he’s so needy he literally cries if he can’t and basically he’s a super mega munch !

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

pairing : farleigh start x reader

synopsis : farleigh has to be able to keep his hands to himself for a night in order to reap pleasurable rewards

disclaimers : smut, sub!farleigh, dom!reader, fem!reader, whiny!farleigh, reward..system...? (is this a warning? idk but i'm putting it anyway), p in v (pretend there's a condom k?), fast-paced

note : y'all i hope this isn't ooc bc i made him like very whiny and needy but...either way, hope you enjoy !

farleigh whined the second you mentioned it--the fact that he wouldn't be able to have his hands on you.

"it's a formal dinner, farleigh. you know how it is," you said, finishing your eyeliner. he sighed dramatically, before appearing behind you in your vanity. "i mean, minor touches are fine, but i don't want everyone to get the wrong thought."

"but Y/N, it's just how i am!" he argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

"no buts, this is non-negotiable farleigh," you replied, in a firmer tone. this was important, you wanted the cattons to think highly of you. after all, it was their house and they had the ability to kick you out whenever. he sighed once again, before leaning down so his face was next to yours.

"please?" he pleaded, kissing your cheek, giving you puppy eyes.

"i'll tell you what, if you can go the whole dinner while keeping your hands to yourself, then i'll reward you," you proposed. he seemed intrigued, as he quirked a brow.

"reward me how?" he queried, looking at you curiously.

and that's how it began, a deal that was too difficult for farleigh to pass up. i mean, why wouldn't he want to be fucked dumb later?

the dinner went relatively well. the family was impressed by you. you were witty, smart, and eloquent. they liked you, and that was the most you could ask for. so, as promised, as soon as you and farleigh reached your room his lips had crashed onto yours. he had waited the entire night, you didn't expect anything less. however, you were still a bit taken aback. once you finally pulled away, the two of you were panting heavily.

"a little eager, are we?" you teased.

"oh shut up," he replied. the threat was meaningless; simply a fruitless attempt to cover up just how needy he really was. he rushed to sit down on the bed, pulling you on top of him. you kissed him with fervor, and he sighed into it, clearly enjoying himself. maybe you had made him too entitled, but he needed it so badly.

your hand traveled down his body, sending a shiver up his spine. you slowly lifted up his shirt, and over his head. your hand continued its odyssey down his body. when your fingers grazed his nipples, he swore he could have came just from that. his hard-on was only growing.

"what do you want, farleigh?" you asked, smiling at him.

"what-what do you mean?" he questioned, breathily.

"well it's your reward, so tell me, what do you want?" you repeated, your hand nearing where he needed you most.

"i want to be inside, please. you know this, please," he begged, body squirming in anticipation. you hummed, and started at the zipper of his pants. you slowly undid it, and pulled down his jeans. he helped you in the action by lifting his hips up. you then removed his boxers, and watched his cock spring up. he seemed painfully hard. pre was oozing out of his slit steadily, he was a mess.

you sat up, straddling his lap, and you could see him glowing with excitement. i mean, it's farleigh, he's always excited for sex. but deprived farleigh was a different story.

you undressed yourself, feeling his eyes boring into you. he wasn't so subtle about literally anything, so it wasn't much of a surprise that he practically stared at your cunt, before you sunk down on him, engulfing him whole. he let out a loud moan, furrowing his brows in content. you felt so good around him, warm and inviting.

"there it is, you did so good for me tonight, farleigh," you cooed, brushing his curls away from his face so you could see his features contorted with pleasure. he whined, throwing his head back as you fucked him slowly, yet slightly rough. you let out a low groan, grinding against him.

"f-fuck Y/N," he whimpered, shutting his eyes closed. it was heavenly, too much yet not enough at the same time. you grinned at him, he looked divine like this. crying out your name as he writhed beneath you.

"i know you've been waiting for it baby. bet you're glad you did so, hm?" you said, with a chuckle. he nodded, letting out another frail moan.

"oh my god, s-shit," he cursed, as your pace increased. you moved up and down, back and forth.

"fucking hell farleigh, you're so big," you muttered. he smirked, but it quickly melted away when you kissed his lips softly. it continued like that, but not for long. he had been holding it for awhile, and he knew he wouldn't last long.

"fuck, Y/N i'm gonna cum."

"cum whenever you want, farleigh. this is your reward," you answered, feeling yourself near your orgasm too. he whined as you dug your nails into his skin slightly, fucking him at an animalistic speed.

"c-cumming!" he choked out, meaning in the process. as he filled you up, your high came as well. he was shaking gently underneath you, muttering a string of curses along with your name.

"there you go, that's it," you said underneath your breath, as you coaxed him through it. you planted a feathery kiss on his lips.

"thank you," he breathed out, eyes still closed. you smiled.

"my pleasure."

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

#archie madekwe #dom reader #dom!reader #archie mademay #farleigh start #saltburn #farleigh x reader #farleigh start x you #farleigh start x reader

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beanghostprincess · 10 months ago

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Tumblr crossed soul mates yessssssss you have the BEST opinions and dropping asks here is so much fun and really it's the highlight of my day.

Shanks trying to get flirting advice from the crew, specifically Roger, is both so in character and absolutely hilarious. Like. Dropping my own headcanon here, but I feel like Rouge was probably ALSO a badass of a woman, and so Roger's type is women who could destroy me. Shanks has the same taste, plus a little extra friends-to-lovers trope seasoning for extra Flavor. Crocus is just off to the side, either NO help or equally as bad. Rayleigh is certain he's going gray already bc of the Shenanigans.

Imagine for a moment that Shanks keeps Not Being Clear. He thinks he's being OBVIOUS, but Buggy, while Suspecting Smth, isn't gonna make it easy on him (she also is terrified to be misreading things and refuses to take that chance. She talks mad shit, but Shanks is her PERSON. Of course she loves him, of course he's her soulmate, her beloved, her bst friend, her comrade, of course of course of course. But she'd rather remain best friends and pining inside than risk losing him at all.).

It comes to a head when they have their Regularly Scheduled Whitebeard V Roger Fight.

((Insert a crack ship here but-)) Maybe, after the battle, during the cool down, this time around there's no Teach to set Buggy's instincts off. Maybe Marco, just a few years the cabin kids' senior, has Noticed Buggy. Maybe the Phoenix is preening and fighting weird, sudden instincts and is so absolutely FLUSTERED by it. Maybe Buggy is, in turn, flustered or flattered by the attention - maybe she even misconstrues it.

Marco is letting Buggy look over his books, is offering her his hand when boarding or stepping off a ship - either ship, mind you - is sharing his food, is shouldering others aside to give her something Shiny and Pretty, is attentive to if she shivers, if she sweats, offers her comfortable places to sit, is just.... in her orbit.

And Shanks does not like that, not one bit.

So he's in a Mood, as one would expect of a jealous teen boy, no matter his general disposition.

Others have noticed by now, the intense glaring matches between Marco and Shanks are shooting over an oblivious Buggy's head. She's just too excited by treasures, fabrics, textures and books to care much about the boys - until the evening.

Marco invites her to read together by the firelight, a blanket in one arm. She's tempted - he has a few books on constellations that she's debating lifting from their dusty shelves, and so few on the Oro Jackson enjoy reading the way she does.

But then a hand hooks decisively on her waist. Suddenly, Shanks is beside her, arm around her, holding her, pinning her, to his side and chest as he shoots what may generously be called a smile at the zoan devil fruit user.

"Buggy is capable of speaking for herself, Red-yoi."

"Oh, she is! Absolutely, I'll never cast doubt on that. She's spirited, alright. But ya know something, bird brain?" His eyes darken, smiled falling. "She's mine."

"Is she now?"

"If she wants to be - I won't force it. But watch your hands. Don't get so touchy with my Buggy."

"Stay in your lane, Shanks-yoi."

And suddenly the hand on her waist is gone. Suddenly Shanks is gone. Suddenly there's a brawl, right there, and Buggy is left gaping as her brain works on overdrive.

Half the assembled crews are drunk and cheering them on, a good chunk are asleep or off wandering, but Buggy is soon swept into the safe cocoon of Toki's arms, tucked to her side.

She is transfered to Roger, to Rayleigh, taken home and calmed down because the fragile, precarious structure she has assembled now has become full of unknowns. She's losing her mind over it, but more than that, she's fighting a desperate hope that she hates herself for having.

Shanks can do so much better than her, she tells herself.

The boy in question comes staggering in soon after - he was pissed at Marco, sure, but he noticed when she started panicking, when she began floating, when she was gone - and he came for her. He came as quickly as he could.

And he apologizes. "I shouldn't have called you mine."

Her chest feels like it's been stabbed.

He continues without hesitation. "You're your own person. You're too bright and smart and strong and awesome to just be some guy's girl. You're Buggy, and my feelings for you shouldn't ever take that away from you."

"What..."

"Mm?"

"What are you feelings for me?"

And they cry that night. They yell, and scream, and cry, and laugh, and when they fall asleep, it's tangled together in his hammock, her head resting on his chest and his grin buried in blue curls.

Marco and Shanks, both as adults, still have a semi-playful rivalry going on where they're down to throw hands at the drop of a hat, but it's all in good fun. They still sometimes argue over Buggy, but it's mostly to get her to blush, cackle or yell at them - usually, all three, though not in that order. Marco calls her "the one that got away" and makes the melodramatic "sometimes I can still hear her voice-" comments if only bc it makes people either laugh, groan, or get absolutely flabbergasted.

He was invited to their wedding.

AAA I'm so glad you're having fun sending the asks because I have so much fun reading your ideas <33 They're just SO good.

This is all PERFECT. Rouge was definitely a badass of a woman and somehow Roger managed to date her. Somehow. He doesn't know. He thinks he knows. He doesn't. And his advice isn't really that helpful for Shanks, ngl. He's just left without knowing exactly what to do to win Buggy's heart, but at least he can talk to Roger about it.

And,,, The Marco thing,,, The jealousy,, Especially with the rizz this man has, honestly, Shanks is righteously feeling intimidated. He's older than them and he's hotter. He looks more mature and calm and he reads and does those things Buggy enjoys. He makes her laugh, too, and Shanks is furious because he should be the one making her laugh!! It's not only that it makes him mad, but also, it makes him feel insecure about himself and his abilities. The thing is, Marco makes Buggy feel comfortable and appreciates her a lot, but he isn't Shanks. She thinks that Shanks doesn't feel the same and she won't confess either because she's scared of ruining their friendship. So Marco is the best option here, right? She should settle for him. But he isn't Shanks. And Shanks knows he doesn't have any right to claim Buggy or whatever, but this is pissing him off a lot. Both of them being stupid and feeling insecure about the other's feelings is so good,, And then they talk things out, of course, because Shanks shouldn't have said those things, but also Buggy did like it. Kind of. The fact that he was so protective of her. And that night they finally confess and kiss for the first time and it's just so good-- They laugh and whisper sweet nothings between kisses and it's the first time they do it but it feels so right. Buggy thinks about them being soulmates, but Shanks is the one to say it out loud.

And ever since, Shanks and Marco have had this rivalry and nobody knows exactly why because they never tell people about it. But it's just so hilarious to see them bicker for something that happened years ago. Every time Buggy remembers that, her self-esteem goes higher and higher, so at least she gets something good out of it.

#help this is so funny #i love jealous shanks because i think it comes from a place of insecurity and not possessiveness and it's more like #he knows buggy belongs with him and he won't force her but it hurts to see her with somebody else bc it doesn't feel right #and buggy doesn't feel good either doing it btw she wants shanks to confess already #they're so young and stupid and in love gonna cry #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #marco the phoenix #shuggy #one piece

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bubacorn · 9 months ago

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I AM SOBBING AGAIN

What if. What if a few months after that day with iii, after he & the others kept on working with Vessel to help him let his feelings & cryings out. & Vessel has made alot of progress, but he still can't really let go, but they are honestly just so glad he is even a little bit better, so they don't think too in depth into it. Then one day Vessel is lurking upstairs bc he has been having a bad brain day & they suddenly, out of nowhere they hear a thump & start to sob loudly. It frightens the life out of all of them, so they race upstairs & find Vessel sat on the ground unrestrainedly hysterical, like they've never seen. Turns out he bumped his elbow on a door frame & it was THE final straw of his day. Iv honestly finds it so endearing (in a funny sort of way that sticks in his chest & makes him want to scoop Vessel up into his arms to protect from the world) that a little bump, of all things, was what finally broke Vessels floodgates. ii having to stifle a kind hearted giggle about the situation & all of them just so glad all the work they put into helping him know that sort of big reaction (even to something so small) was more than OK. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I'm not sure whether the little fella was supposed to be a threat or not, but I put them in my pocket, I hope that's okay. 🥺 I wiped their tears and gave them snacks (I put slices of apple onto their knife)

Oh, I can totally see that. And Vessel feels like it's the *worst* pain and he just keeps muttering "It hurts" and it's an 'oh' moment, where they realize that it isn't the booboo on his elbow (which hurts like a bitch because it's that nerve ending), but *everything*. And III kisses his elbow regardless, just as IV pulls Vessel towards him into an awkward hug, still on the floor. And they stay there, even though Vessel's got snot everywhere and he cringes as he feels it run down his chin and onto IV's shirt, but IV doesn't let go and Vessel wouldn't be able to get up anyway cause he's shaking like a leaf.

Also, maybe I could add that there wasn't anyone who kissed Vessel's bumps when he was little, so he absolutely melts when his partners do that. One of them does it as a joke first, and Vessel gets suddenly emotional, then embarrassed, because he's a grown man tearing up from a silly gesture. But he feels so secure and he needs to be held and taken care of sometimes, more often than he would like to admit. And crying about that is a whole other journey, and going to the others when he just wants to deflate a little is again another one.

#buba answers #sleep token headcanons

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frenchfrywrites · 1 year ago

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And Is Three A Party Or A Crowd?

MINORS DNI

Thank you to AstellaArrival on AO3 for this commission!!

Warnings: amab top reader (who's referred to as a man), Yandere power (?) bottom Simeon, voyeur Asmo, (non-consensual) voyeurism, dubious consent, jealousy, possessiveness, make-up sex, dacryphilia, cock cages

erm a little note before the fic bc this is a bit darker than what i typically write.. there are heavy themes of voyeurism, dubious consent (on readers behalf), and outrageously unhealthy relationships in this fic. I left it ambiguous as to whether this is a scene between the characters or not. If it helps your mind rest easy, Simeon is aware of everything, and everyone discussed this earlier <3 And if you're more turned on by the fact that Simeon isn't aware, then you can read the fic that way <3

As soon as you finish your sentence you regret saying it, as Asmodeus nearly falls over from laughing so hard.

Glancing at the folks around you, you hope that none overheard you.

“You said what to him?” he hiccups, then screws his eyes shut as he focuses on breathing and composing himself. Asmo, along with all his brothers (you’re impressed that someone was able to convince Levi and Belphie to show up), and your mutual friends, are currently at the ball that Diavolo– Lord Diavolo, the Lucifer in your head corrects– is hosting. As soon as you showed up alone, which is an unusual thing now that you’re dating Simeon, Asmo was glued to your side.

He had barely greeted you before he began to question you like a detective, nosing his way into your business to figure out why you and your boyfriend showed up separately. He’d gone so far to accuse you of getting divorced, which you explained would be impossible considering you’re not married; though the correction did not stop Asmo’s questioning over who would get custody of Luke.

The fight you had with Simeon was not even very major, you should really stop using the word fight if you’re honest. What happened between the two of you was hardly even an argument. No matter what you called it, you knew if you didn’t tell Asmo it would become an even bigger mess. You’re lucky he had not yet given up on you, and ran to question Simeon instead.

You cave fairly easily and tell Asmo about how you had asked Simeon for a little space within the day, and he’d taken offense. There’d been some not-so-loving words exchanged in the heat of the moment, but nothing that could not be forgiven and forgotten. You remember the immediate regret that hit you during the argument when he had smiled, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and promised with tight lips that he would give you space. He had made a noticeable space between you and him when you’d gone to bed, and recommended that you should go to the ball separately.

Now you’re here.

“I’m not repeating myself,” you huff, suddenly embarrassed by the situation. It was, however, a relief to tell someone about the incident. You feel a little better already after getting it off your chest. Asmo tuts,

“It’s really not that bad darling, I’m sure he’ll forgive you, or you’ll forgive him” he pauses, thinking over the information you’d relayed, “sorry, are you even mad at him? I’m a little lost.”

“I’m not mad,” you insist, sighing wistfully as you (not-so-subtly) turn to look at where Simeon is. He looks so pretty in his white suit and blue tie (the one you told him matches his eyes), talking to Solomon and Luke. You want to go over to him and somehow fix the situation you’re in, but you doubt a party is the best place to do it. Asmo coos,

“Oh you pathetic, desperate, sad man,” you turn to look at him, frowning. Opening your mouth you attempt to complain about him kicking you while you’re already down, but Asmo’s giggle stops you, “c’mon let's dance or something, we’ll get your mind off it,” he lightheartedly suggests. There’s a pause as you think about it for a second, and then you let him drag you to the dance floor. A smile works its way to your face as you think about how you’re grateful you have a friend like him, who always knows how to cheer you up.

Asmodeus situates the two of you in such a way that your back is to Simeon and Solomon. His hope is that you stop trying to sneak peaks of them. This also prevents you from seeing the bone chilling look on Simeon’s face once he notices you dancing together. He’s staring the two of you down, smiling as he talks to Solomon and Luke, but gripping his drink with such force that Asmo wonders how the glass hasn’t broken yet. Thank god Solomon and Luke haven’t picked up on Simeon’s sour mood.

A few songs pass, with the two of you making small talk as you dance, before Asmo’s eyes widen as an “uh oh,” falls from his lips. “Here comes your man,” he informs you, and then you feel the hand on your arm. Turning, you find Simeon staring you down. You feel like you’ve been caught, even though you haven’t done anything.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he doesn’t look or sound sorry at all, “it’s just the two of you looked to be having such a good time, I couldn’t help but wonder what you could possibly be talking about?” he asks, smiling innocently. He doesn’t even spare Asmo a glance. You could cut the evident tension radiating off Simeon with a knife. Asmo seems largely unaffected.

“Oh nothing interesting,” he waves his hand dismissively, “just the results of Beel’s latest Fangol game, he did really well, but he always does, so there’s nothing new there,” he rambles, sounding bored as he recounts the last few minutes. Looking at Simeon, you don’t think he’s listening to a word that Asmo’s saying.

“Yeah, did you want to join in?” you ask, hoping that you don’t sound too eager.

“Oh no, I recall you saying that you wanted space,” Simeon mentions offhandedly, like it’s not the thing the two of you have been obsessing over for the last 24 hours. Asmo opens his mouth, likely to point out how Simeon was the one to infringe on your space in the first place, but thankfully stops himself. Instead, he amuses himself by watching you fumble with your words,

“Simeon– I– that was– it was really stupid– I– what I should have said– I mean what I meant– I mean I didn’t mean it, is what I mean,” Simeon looks at you with an unreadable expression. There’s a second of uncomfortable, awkward silence between the three of you before Simeon takes you by your arm without a word.

You let him pull you out of the grandiose ballroom, giving a weak wave to your friend, hearing Asmo cackle as you disappear into the crowd.

“Hey,” you start to slow down, tugging on Simeon’s arm once he pulls you into a mostly empty hallway. He turns to you, and wraps his arms around your neck, tugging you into a kiss. You smile, pleased that he’s back to clinging to you. You didn’t know how much you would miss him until there was space between the two of you.

“Try that again,” he says as he pulls back, referring to your mess of words that hardly formed a sentence or coherent thought at all. You’re relieved that he sounds a lot less upset and passive-aggressive now that you’re out of the ballroom.

“I’m sorry for what I said, and how I said it. There was a lot that I said and I didn’t mean. I missed you,” you admit, wrapping your arms around his waist. Simeon steps further into your space until he’s pressed flush against you.

“I forgive you. I missed you too,” he confesses, leaning in for another kiss. You kiss back happily until you feel his tongue press against your lips, a signal that he wants more.

“Simeon,” you breathe as you pull from him, but he crashes his lips against yours once more, preventing you from stressing to him that you are very much in a public place right now and any number of people could walk in on the two of you making out.

Tonguing the inside of your mouth, he steps back slowly, dragging you along with him, until his back is pressed against the wall.

A tingle of arousal sparks in your loins when you feel his hands start to wander. While sucking on your tongue, Simeon lets his hands slip from around your neck down to your chest. He feels you up for a second, then goes to undo your tie, and slips his fingers under your shirt to touch your skin. The coolness of his fingers against your flushed skin shocks you awake, and you tear yourself from him.

“Not here,” you murmur, taking Simeon’s hands in yours to stop them from groping you. You then look behind you anxiously, only to find you’re alone in the hallway. You breathe a sigh of relief, and turn back to find Simeon looking disheveled and wanton– his hair out of place, his lips wet and parted, his blue eyes shining brightly as he stares you down.

“Follow me,” he grins, not giving you a choice as he yanks you by your hand and leads you further away from the ballroom. Suddenly, he takes a right, opening a door to reveal an empty bedroom. Simeon hauls you inside, shutting the door behind you. You feel flushed all over, thankful that the dark blue of the twilight hour is seeping from the window and masking your facial expressions for the time being.

Simeon lets go of your hand in favor of rushing around the room. You sit on the side of the bed, slipping off your shoes as he lights a candle on the bedside table. When he turns to face you, his features now illuminated by the warm flickering candlelight, you feel your heart throb.

“That suit makes you look so pretty,” you tell him what you’ve been wanting to say all night long. Simeon kicks off his shoes, and smiles, the first genuine smile you’ve seen on him for the last couple of hours.

“Don’t you think I would look prettier with it off?” he suggests, plopping himself down comfortably in your lap. You steady him by holding onto his hips, letting out a soft noise at his forward flirting.

“What has you all worked up tonight?” Simeon hums at your question, and instead of answering he tugs off your tie, tossing it elsewhere, and takes your face in his hands, leaning to kiss your jaw. He kisses his way around your face, not leaving a single feature untouched by his lips, until finally pressing his soft lips against yours.

“Maybe I just missed you, is all,” he whispers against your mouth. You’re about to lean in for another kiss, but Simeon pulls back before you can. “Or maybe I don’t like seeing you dancing with other men,” his grip on your face tightens a bit, and his expression shifts to one you’ve encountered only a few times before, usually when he thinks you’re not looking at him. It’s one that makes your gut drop, and sets worry deep in your bones about what he’ll do next.

“Simeon, it wasn’t like that,” you assure, rubbing soft circles into his hips. You hope your words are comforting him, because you can see now how it might have looked.

“Oh really? You didn’t want more time to yourself just so you could spend it with him ?” he questions you, breathing just a bit heavier as he stares you down with unblinking eyes.

“No, no, I was wrong about that,” you’re quick to amend. You try your best to nuzzle into his touch, acting like this is a normal response and a normal reaction. “I said I missed you, I meant it. I was wrong to want more space, I missed you so much baby,” you tell him honestly. Simeon’s wild gaze softens, just a bit.

He doesn’t say anything, just pets the side of your face gently, touching and tracing all over your face as he studies you.

“You’re mine, you know,” he whispers, “say it, I need to hear it,” he nearly begs.

“I’m yours Simeon, I promise,”

“Yes,” his hands leave your face, moving to hold onto yours. He pushes your hands from his hips down towards his groin. “You wouldn’t touch Asmo– anyone else like this, would you?” Simeon asks, making you touch the slight bulge in his suit pants.

You shake your head, “only you Simeon,” he grinds into your touch. You can feel the cage he’s wearing under his clothing press against your flesh, and you shudder at the memory of putting it on him.

“You want to see me, don’t you?” Simeon asks, and his words make it sound like he’s trying to come off as cocky, but he just sounds desperate.

He takes your nodding head as permission and shucks off his suit jacket, rips his tie over his head, then nearly tears off his button down shirt. All that’s left are his pants.

Simeon gets off your lap, and begins stripping his bottoms off, and you’re very consumed by the sight before you, but loud laughter coming right from outside the door sends chills all over your body.

“Wait, wait,” you whisper-yell at Simeon, fearful at the thought of someone coming in while Simeon undresses for you.

Your lover is unperturbed by the people who’ve decided to have a loud conversation right outside the room you’re hidden in. Simeon steps out of his underwear, and your eyes immediately shoot to Simeon’s caged cock between his soft, plush thighs.

“Simeon,” you whisper, scared to make any noise louder than that. He plops himself on your lap, but you’re having trouble focusing on him with the knowledge that there are others who could listen or walk in at any moment. A violently nagging thought racks your brain as you try to remember whether Simeon locked the door behind the two of you. You’re nearly certain he didn’t.

“No, wait,” you protest as his hands reach for your belt. Simeon frowns, popping his lower lip out in a pout,

“You said you were mine?” he says at a normal volume, causing your gaze to shoot to the doorway in fear,

“Shhh,” you warn, but the guests outside didn’t seem to hear or notice the sound of Simeon speaking. “No, wait a second,” you urge as he ignores you and begins to unbuckle your belt. The metal clanking against itself sets an obscene amount of anxiety within you. Your hands grasp weakly at his thighs. You can’t remember a time when you felt this nervous. “Wait just a second Simeon, please, we have to be quiet, there’s people outside, anyone could come in and see,” you ramble nervously as Simeon tosses your belt onto the bed carelessly.

“Ah,” he grins– and how can he be so frivolous with all this?!– “I can be quiet,” he flirts, finally softening his voice towards a whisper. You know that’s a damn lie, but Simeon continues, huffing quietly, “I bet Asmo could not be quiet,” and you’re not sure if that’s supposed to be an insult or not. “I bet,” he reaches into your front right pocket, where you always keep the key to his cage, “everyone at this ball would hear his noises if you penetrated him,” he feels up your half hard cock from within the pocket before taking the key out.

“Simeon, that’s kinda mean,” you feel very conflicted with what he’s saying. It’s like Simeon is bashing and praising Asmo at the same time. You've also not spent much time imagining your friend getting fucked, and certainly have not imagined you being the one fucking him, but it seems like Simeon has spent some time thinking about it. Defending Asmo was not the right move to make, you realize as Simeon’s gaze hardens.

“Well, maybe he should not have been dancing so close to you. I wouldn’t find myself so frustrated with him if he had just backed up a bit,” he huffs. “Help me get these off,” he demands, tugging on your waistband. There’s an awkward readjusting period where you undress yourself fully.

You notice that it’s gone quiet in the hallway, meaning the guests have moved. You’re still anxious about being found out, especially if you’re gone too long, but at least you can semi-refocus your attention onto Simeon while knowing you’re secluded for now.

“It’s obvious he wants to take what’s mine,” Simeon says softly, resettling himself on your lap. He spits into his hand and reaches down to stroke you to full hardness. You’d lost a bit of your erection from fear, but it doesn’t take long for him to get you worked up again. You return your hands to his hips, holding him steady, and you notice the slight tremor they have from the adrenaline lingering. “But there’s a reason you hold a key to my cage,” he mumbles, rubbing the tip of your cock and distracting you. You try to stifle the moan that leaves your lips at the sensation. “You’re mine and I’m yours. You holding the key is proof of it. I wear it because I’m yours,” he rambles possessively, his breathing labored. There’s some underlying guilt, but you’re undeniably turned on by how possessive Simeon is getting over you.

He suddenly stops stroking you, and reminds you that he’s been holding onto the key to his cage when he forcefully presses it into the palm of one of your slightly shaking hands.

“Unlock me,” you look at him, dazed and confused as you slowly process his words, your head too muddled with lust to think straight. It takes you some time to do so with the state you’re in, but eventually you press the key into the lock, and remove the cage from him. Being able to focus on a task grounded you, and you’re grateful that Simeon didn’t rush you through it.

He gasps at the relief, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. “Thank you, oh thank you,” he murmurs, kissing your skin. Your heart swells at being able to please your lover, and the anxiety you’d had is nearly nonexistent now. You place the cage and key next to you on the mattress, and run your fingers through his hair.

The moment of tenderness ends when you feel Simeon’s swollen, needy, leaking cock rut against yours,

“I want you inside me,” he moans.

“We need a condom,” you tell him breathlessly, impressed with yourself for even thinking of it. Because even though imagining your cum seeping from his hole makes you salivate and leak pre, you know the aftermath of Simeon being all messy while you have to attend the rest of the ball would not be fun. Simeon slips off from your lap, just as easily as he plopped himself down in the first place. It gives you whiplash.

He rummages through his suit pants, only settling in your lap again when he has a condom and mini vial of lube in his hands.

“Did you plan for this?” you ask, taking the lube from him. Simeon smiles,

“Maybe,” and you laugh at that, leaning in to kiss him lovingly. He pulls back after a second, eager for you to start stretching him out. “I want to ride you,” Simeon tells you as you coat your fingers with lube. “I have to see you, and I want to feel you in my stomach, I want to remember- ah ,” he’s cut off momentarily when you reach around his body and press against his hole. Simeon rocks himself back against your fingers, “I want to remember that I’m the only one who will get your dick inside of me.”

You groan at his words, spreading the lube along his rim then slipping a finger inside of him easily. Simeon lets out a pleasured hum, clinging to you as you being to prep him for your cock. You work in one finger, intentionally avoiding his prostate, only focusing on stretching him open for another. It takes a good moment until he feels ready, and then you press in another, scissoring his hole open, and only barely fucking your fingers into him. To your surprise, he is fairly quiet through this, only kicking up the volume and frequency of his moans when you finally add a third finger alongside the others.

“I’m ready,” he gasps as you begin to scissor your fingers, “please, I want- I need your cock, now, I-” he moans, scratching your skin desperately.

You slowly ease your fingers out of him, wiping off your lubed fingers on the bedsheets and mentally sending Barbatos an apology for it. Simeon, lost in his desperation and need, sloppily lubes up your cock, and you let out a stuttered moan at the stimulation. Within the blink of an eye he’s shakily raised his hips and popped the head of your cock into his entrance.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your eyes flickering to the door while he squeezes and sinks himself onto you. Your heart catches in your throat when your gaze catches a pair of amber eyes peaking through the doorway. Asmo- your brain quickly provides an identity after putting together all the pieces- is staring at the two of you through a crack in the door, and when he notices you’ve caught him he winks, bringing a finger to his lip in a “shhh” gesture.

“Simeon-” you choke, fumbling at his skin. Your skin feels itchy and hot, “wait,” he sinks lower on your cock and you try to silence your moan, “ ah - stop, stop, we can’t, someone could cuh- oh -come in,” you whisper.

Simeon drops himself further onto your cock, “ oh , I can’t stop now,” he whines, “I need you inside of me, I need it.” From the sound of his voice alone, you believe him. You think if you pulled him off of you now, he’d be inconsolable.

You glance over to the door once again and see that Asmo has his cock pulled out of his suit pants and has his hand wrapped around it. Though you can only faintly see him with the help of the candlelight and light from the hallway, the sight of him still makes your hips jerk, and Simeon’s breath catches. He turns his head to look, but you stop him by tugging on his hair pulling him into a wet and messy kiss. On one hand, you want Simeon to know someone’s there, but on the other hand, the fear of what would happen if Simeon knew it was Asmo watching stops you from letting him look.

Successfully distracted, he lets you lick into his mouth until he’s gasping for breath. When Simeon pulls back- a string of saliva connecting your lips- his pupils are dilated and his lips are puffy, spit-slicked, and still looking much too kissable.

Leaning in, you try to capture his lips again, but he slides down the rest of your length, and releases a shuddered sigh when he’s seated fully on your lap. Your head knocks back slightly as your cock is fully engulfed by his hot, tight, twitching hole. Simeon’s lashes flutter shut, and being filled with you makes his expression melt into one of pure content. Then he starts to move.

You let out a startled moan as he fucks himself on your cock, starting with a fervored pace, letting out soft, erratic moans in your ear. Tucking your face into his chest you try your best to hide how knowing that you’re being watched makes your cock twitch and your balls ache.

You would have never guessed that being watched while you fuck would turn you on so much, but the fact that Asmo is getting off on you fucking Simeon has undeniable effects on you. You almost wish he’d come into the room, so you could better see how he jerks himself off while he watches the two of you. Part of you wonders if Simeon is right; if he weren’t hiding, would Asmo be loud and open with his sounds?

You wonder what Asmo's point of view is. How much can he really see with just the candlelight and light seeping in from the hall? Would he be able to see Simeon's gorgeous arched back, and his perfect ass bouncing as he works himself off on your cock. Would he be able to see hints of your cock– disappearing and reappearing every time Simeon hauls himself up and drops down on you? He could maybe see bits of you and your face peaking out from behind your lover to catch glimpses of him.

Maybe, you think, the sound of Simeon riding you, his sticky thighs colliding with yours on each thrust, both of your heavy breaths, the faint squelching from your cock fucking his wet hole, is enough to get him off?

Maybe, all he needed was to know what you were doing to have his imagination fill in the rest.

“Feels so good,” Simeon whines, bouncing on your lap, redirecting your attention to him, “you-you feel good too? I fuh -feel good?” his voice cracks, his eyes glossing over.

“Ah - yes god Simeon, you always feel so good,” you groan, glancing down and finding yourself entranced by the way his cock bobs against his stomach, leaving a glistening wet spot from where his pre is leaking. If you had more time and space to do so, you’d really like to suck him off.

“Hngh- oh , I’m the one that makes you feel good, oh -only me,” he babbles, leaning into your body, pressing himself flush against you. In the candlelight you can see how Simeon’s eyes shimmer, welling with tears.

“I love you so much,” he chokes, “I just want you,” he hiccups wetly, “I want you to only look at me, and talk to me, and think about me ,” he whines, the dam breaking as the tears flood down his cheeks. You kiss him tenderly, trying not to focus on how the same possessiveness that had worked you up and turned you on also causes a shiver to rush along your skin.

“Yeah, I love you so much angel,” you say, indulging and sedating him instead of challenging his statements. Simeon keens at your words, his thighs shaking as he raises himself with the next thrust.

“Say it again,” he cries, panting through his sobs.

“I love you, Simeon, I love you so- oh much,” you groan. Pre gushes from his cock as Simeon moans your name.

“I think I’m going to cum,” he squeezes around you to prove his point. You drop your hand down towards his cock, wrapping around its base, preventing him from getting there. Simeon lets out a surprised gasping moan, his eyes going wide, and his eyebrows scrunching together, so clearly conveying his bewilderment.

“I just-” don’t want the show to end, your brain fills as your eyes flicker back to the doorway, “I need you for a second longer , ngh, wanna cum inside,” is what you say instead. It’s a strange request, considering you’re weaning a condom and Simeon wouldn’t receive the orgasmic feeling that comes with being filled, but it affects him all the same.

He nods his head so fast you worry for a moment about his neck, and breaths your name, falling in for a kiss.

When he pulls away so he can catch his breath, Simeon’s gaze flickers down to where your hand is circled around his weeping cock. He stares, wide eyed and hungry, fucking himself even faster.

“Please cum,” Simeon whines, all high and pretty and needy. Your hips jerk up into him as he slides down your cock, causing an obscene slapping noise. The sound of it would be a cause of concern if you didn’t currently have someone prying in.

“ Shit ,” you gasp, feeling your orgasm quickly creeping up on you, “just- ah - a little faster, m’ almost there,” Simeon obeys, picking up the pace.

Wanting Simeon to cum with you, you go from holding his base to stroking his cock in time with your thrusts. The action makes his hips shake, and his fingers clutch for a grasp on your skin.

“Please,” he moans your name, and it tumbles you over the edge. You fill the condom, fucking Simeon roughly on your lap. Within the period of a second your eyes drift over to the doorway, and even just seeing the little of Asmo’s orgasm that you can with the candlelight has your cock throbbing.

Simeon reaches his high somewhere between you fucking him like a fleshlight, and you falling slowly back against the bed, taking him down with you. To be honest you couldn’t say you’d given Simeon your full attention. When you look back to the doorway you see that the door is fully closed, and any sign of Asmo being there is gone. Part of you distantly wonders if he’d ever been there at all.

“I think we should get back out there before someone comes looking for us,” you muse, not making a single move to get up and follow through with your thoughts.

“I think you’re right,” Simeon hums, “but promise you’ll only dance with me, okay?” he looks at you with his big blue eyes, pleading. You laugh softly,

“Of course,” you take his pinky in yours, sealing the promise you’ve made. Simeon giggles at the action, and you both lay together for a little while longer before you seriously refocus on cleaning up.

“Will you put the cage on me again?” Simeon asks so sweetly and softly after you’ve tossed your condom in the trash. Gently you help him into it, taking in the sight before you. “Thank you,” he mumbles softly, tracing the cage possessively.

From there you both hurry through redressing. You’d say, considering that the materials you were working with were a couple of tissues, one wet wipe, and some spit, the two of you look almost back to normal. If anyone were looking they’d notice the dishevelment, but you’re hoping- as you have been for most of the night– that no one will spare you a second glance.

You open the door just a crack, to let in the hallway light, as Simeon blows out the candle. Reaching out into the darkness of the room, Simeon’s hand reaches back to intertwine with yours. Hand-in-hand you guide him out of the room and towards the party. You pray Simeon didn’t notice the clear evidence of Asmo’s orgasm making a mess on the floor as you both scurried back to the ballroom. You mentally send Barbatos another apology.

#spice #cw voyeurism #cw yandere #cw possessiveness #cw jealousy #cw dubious consent #cw dacryphilia

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streamdotpng · 1 year ago

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I'm so sorry stream, I KNOW you said this AU is fluff dedicated but I can't just STOP THINKING about Wednesday and Baby Belle leaving Enid (suuuuper reluctantly)

You ended your drabble with "breaks" in italics and it just obliterated me because, what happens then ?

Is she catatonic ? Does she lose it ? Rage ? Tears ? Desperation ? And the way she (doesn't) cope with the fact that the two most important people in her life went away without a word ?

But there's also Wednesday, with a wailing Baby Belle, not crying but misty eyed saying again and again how it is for Enid's good, and who is she kidding, it was going too well. Something was bound to break.

But how do they meet again ? (They have to, it cannot end like that) Is Enid going to forgive her ? How will they mend what broke.

Stream it's not FAIR WHAT YOU DO TO MY BRAIN

Since I'm despairing over my shadowban, I'm opening my Spotify sad Playlist and turning it on so I get into the mood and answer this

Let's get it

Also yall, don't despair over enjoying my angst. Makes me really proud I could elicit a response like that. Not unless yall force the angst down my throat but that's bc I'm kinda a Lil bit of a hypocrite and bc this my blog and my interests so..

Anyways back to Enid, I meant it when she breaks.

She's a college student, she doesn't have alot of time to spend with others. Her family relationship is strained, her relationships with friends is strained bc she had to deal with a baby and potentially fighting for her life constantly so the one grounding thing in her life was baby belle.

And that's gone.

So like, Enid is a Lil hysterical.

At first she was 'shit, shit man did someone kidnap them?'

She barges into yoko's room, a huge mess. Her breath is heavy, she's sweating and her body is shivering like it wants to crumble into the floor and break apart but her family could be kidnapped and she needs to be strong right now.

It isn't until Yoko grabs Enid by the arms and mentions that Wednesday is demon royalty. There is no way she could be kidnapped without a fight. She's strong as hell, Enid! Yoko reminds and she looks worried. Take me to your room.

And Enid does, her body feels too real as she stumbles down halls and corners. It's like she's playing a first person game in her own mind. It took a bit before Enid can even open the door because her hand was shaking so in a fit of frustration at not even being able to do such a simple action- Enid kicks down the door.

A part of her hoped that she was dreaming as the two barges in. That the emptiness of her room was a mean prank. Wednesday was a little socially inept like that, didn't really understood humor like she did after all. Enid wanted that to be true but life doesn't love her and the room is as dead as it always been since she woke up.

She turns to yoko and she looks halfway like her whole reality is shattering. Her shoulders were tight and her chest was heaving as she spoke. "please- yoko, you have to know something-" it spills from her lips repeatedly as her hand tightened on the doorframe. The steel creaks and theres nails digging into it like a pencil to paper.

Yoko trusts her friend, she really does but she shrinks a little as hazed blue eyes become clouded with bits of purple.

"Enid.." she starts, careful as if trying to talk down someone about to do something they could regret. "your room is too clean-"

"I know that!" Enid shouts and the metal she holds breaks crumbles into smth thin, snapping in half as she pushes herself closer to the vampire. "I know that Yoko, tell me something that isn't the obvious!"

Yoko continues like Enid didn't just destroy a bar meant to be outcast proof. "-and all of baby belle's things are gone." a breath was taken and her next words are treaded carefully, as if she was about to step into land with mines. "I don't think this is just a kidnapping."

The silence was deafening and immedietely, Enid's posture dropped into nothing. She just stood there and Yoko watched with morbid fascination as once sky blue eyes shifted purple and her iris shrinks into tiny dots.

"I'm going to Weems," Enid grits out. There is no familiarity in her tone but simple cold fact. The principle was a normal shapeshifter but to the religious community, she was known for her contact with the Queen of hell, known for contacting Envy.

For contacting Morticia.

When the two friends reach her door, Weems was sitting there. She looked like she expected it, her hands crossed in her table as she takes in the ruffled sight of a nearly feral werewolf and the growing terrified vampire.

"it wasn't a mistake, Enid," Weems goes and theres a familiarity in her tone. Like she too, understands and that irritates Enid more than ever. Who is she, to try and relate? "Wednesday transferred out of Nevermore University last Friday."

Enid didn't take too kindly too that, didn't quite like the tone it was said and slams her hands onto the wood.

"well take her back then," she growls. If only it was ever that simple.

Weems stares back. "she's gone, Enid."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Weems interrupts, raising a hand. "us mortals can never be with demons, you need to accept-"

She couldn't even finish her sentence before her whole table was thrown out the windows behind her.

The crash is silencing as it breaks through stained glass. The tiny art shattering into nothing and there is now a new exit to Weems' room.

The chill of the open air is sobering and Weems understood the severity of the situation immedietely. Yoko stands there, having stepped back the moment Enid spoke and her mouth is agape. Stained glass is extremely sturdy, being glass that needed to be layered to make a piece and to see it break so easily-

Its scary and her eyes stare at the back of her best friend.

"Its going to take time," Weems starts again.

Enid tilts her head. "I have all the time in the world."

"I will need some materials if you want to visit the underworld."

"Say it and it's yours."

Its said like a fact and it makes Yoko's fingers twitch. Shit, Enid is serious.

Weems next words is a little hesitant as her eyes shift. "Enid, what if this wasn't a mistake?"

Theres a pause and something fills the air immedietely. It makes Yoko's breath hitch as if something sunk their hands into her lungs and grasped it tight.

Enid's words are slow, her voice a gutteral growl. "I'll burn the world when we reach that."

No one mentioned how the words didn't go that way

#demon baby au #Writing #Enid sinclair #Angst #In a way #The lost tiger

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aria-ashryver · 6 months ago

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You’d mentioned in a reblog once that Dorian and Nia broke up- care to spare some angst and share that story?! How did Shadow!Nia take it as he got closer to Aerin?

Oh my god I pray for the spoons to write more Blades one day!!! I'm sitting on like 6 different fics of theirs lol (or, chapters, I suppose, in their larger story?). I want to fill in all the bits in-between what Blades 1 and 2 gave us!

THEY BROKE UP. OOH. OOF. YES. AERIN. AAHH. MESSY.

Dorian was so taken with Nia when they first met. She was so sweet and naive and precious, and he loved to tease her, loved to show her the world, loved to make her smile. He really had her on a pedestal as this innocent, defenseless little thing that needed to be kept safe.

And then he shoved a sword through her chest.

The guilt he carries is burying him. He broke her, he tainted her, he ruined her, her life would have been so much better if he'd never been in it.

There was a moment, after he'd escaped the Ash Empire, and he first saw Nia again in Whitetower where he smiled at her and it was genuine. The relief at seeing her safe and unharmed was staggering. He almost let those walls drop. He almost ran to her and took her into his arms again.

But he doesn't deserve to touch her.

It wasn't a breakup in words, as much as it was in a complete and silent pulling away. Nia was moorless in the aftermath. She was already dealing with shadow corruption, and now Dorian was just freezing her out?

But the worst part? His smile.

See, she'd been enamoured with his smile from the beginning. Thrust out into the harsh world, she'd been delighted to meet this person who was so optimistic. He was charming and witty and he encouraged everyone around him. No matter how difficult the situation, Dorian found a way to smile about it. That was a little bit magical, she'd thought. His smile was like the Light itself.

Only then, when he came back, when they finally found their way back to one another, he was still smiling and it was all wrong. It didn't reach his eyes anymore, and no one knew how to talk to him, and he was in so much pain and there was nothing she could do to take it away.

But her own pain was festering. Because not only had he shoved her out of his life, now he was letting Aerin in? The man who had done this to them in the first place? She'd never felt so isolated and betrayed.

But there was so much conflict there, because a part of her wanted so desperately to believe that anyone could be redeemed. A part of her wanted to believe that anyone tainted by Shadow could find their way back to the light, and who better than a Priestess of the Light to offer him that hand in the darkness? Who better than her to offer him clemency and compassion?

But it became easier to and easier to just let the Shadow have its way. And Shadow!Nia wants to wring that bastards neck. Shadow!Nia wants Dorian to know she isn't this pathetic thing that needs protecting. Shadow!Nia wants to rip that fake fucking smile off of Dorian's face and force him to face things.

I'm still working on all the lil fics from time to time, but oh god I hope it gets ugly between them all haha (and then better! Bc I like a good dose of comfort with my hurt 😊)

(something something have some snippets 🖤)

‘You feel it too, don’t you? This pull between us?’

His fear was oil-slick and serpentine. It snaked ghostly tendrils down his spine, coiling around his trembling body, pinning his arms to his sides. He should step away. He should raise a hand and push him away!

He was—

He—

Aerin’s hands tangled in the front of Dorian’s shirt tails as he bowed his head towards him. The soft press of Dorian’s lips against his own was the sweetness of guilt and temptation.

Aerin was a coward. A traitor. He was—

Kissing Dorian back before he could stop himself. He was gulping down venom before it could spill from his lips and hoping Dorian couldn’t taste his deceit.

‘You won’t look at me but you’ll fuck him?’

‘I care about him, Nia.’

‘You don’t see how that’s so much worse?’

‘I can’t help how I feel!’

‘Except when it comes to me! You had no problem extinguishing everything that burned between us.’

‘I killed you, Nia!’

‘I’m not dead, Dorian! And yet every day, you insist on burying me.’

‘Be mad! I want your anger, and your ugliness, I want you to hate what happened to us! Be mad with me! Be with me, Dorian. I need… I need you on my side.’

‘I am mad! You think I’m not mad?’

[This one is going to be a re-write of the scene where they trash that noble's bedroom -- only it won't be fun and thrilling, it'll be ugly sobbing and screaming and breaking things bc Dorian can't keep the mask up any more]

omg i have so many thoughts on them and not enough juice to write all the things lmao. I'm gonna do it one day though!!!! Ty for the ask my darling 💖💖💖

#choices bolas #blades of light and shadow #nia x dorian x aerin #dorian silvertongue #aerin valleros #nia ellarious

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cookiewrites · 3 years ago

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Here is a thought: pegging with Chan 🥺 I know a lot of people see him as the big d*ddy but I’m betting my skz collection that he loves to be taken care of. maybe it super soft and romantic where he lies on his back and you can look into each other’s eyes.

But then I also think about being a bit more rough with him. Holding his hands on back while he takes it doggie style. (he could totally break free but doesn’t even try bc he is a good boy)

okay bye

yes. omg yes. chan is such a switch imo and sometimes he just wants you to look after him, help him stop thinking, and relax - and having you fuck him is a great way to do that.

sometimes you're able to do this with slow, soft sex, where it's all whispered praises and hand-holding and him whimpering which is just so fucking cute to hear omg stab me. but sometimes he needs you to be rougher for him to fully relax.

and omg yes the image of that, of you being in control, holding him back and whilst he could definitely break free he just won't - because he wants this, wants you to use him. fuck.

i'm a little out of practice writing, and feeling pretty soft/low today, so apologies if this isn't exactly what you hoped for but thank you for asking <3

relax

wc: 1.6k woah

cw: sub!chan x gn soft dom!reader (reader has no pronouns, but a 'cock' which could be read as a strap), bottom chan, pet names for chan (beautiful, prince, pup, puppy), hella praise kink, little bit of cockwarming.

'so how was your day beautiful?'

you asked your boyfriend, curled up together in bed, him leaning into your side as you played with his curls. fingertips dancing in his hair, lightly brushing his scalp, as he relaxes. chan always had a hard day at work but something about the way he dragged you into your shared bed today made you realise this one was even worse.

'it was all over the place, company just wouldn't let me breath, y'know?'

and he continues, elborating on all the nonsense he had to deal with all day as you comfort him, slowly slipping down so you were face to face, both lying on your side. he went to stop talking until you nodded at him, prompting him to continue - which he did.

'and changbin and i...'

your hand slid its way under his hoodie, and his t-shirt to find his warm skin. softly dancing its way across it, drawing shapes and helping him calm down. but feeling the way his muscles tense under your fingertips gave you another idea. as his voice continued, you slipped under the waistbands on his sweatpants and boxers, slowly cupping him.

'keep going beautiful, i wanna hear about your day'

'u-um a-and then...'

and he did try, he really did try to continue to tell you, try to ignore the way your hand loosely pumped him but as his cock got harder he started stuttering more and more, tripping over his words.

'no, no, no, keep going my prince, i'm just helping you relax'

'b-but... p-please'

he whimpered, as you feel now rock hard cock throb in your palm, as you continue to pump him slowly.

'look at me beautiful'

and the red blushing face that looks at you takes your breath away. his eyes, big and brown and sparkling, the pink tinge to his skin flushed over his cheeks, and the lips he had been biting on to keep his moans quiet were puffy and swollen and wet with saliva.

'good boy, my perfect prince'

'now what exactly are you begging for? i'll give you anything, beautiful, you just have to tell me'

'be good and use your words for me'

and a second passed, as the hand around his cock stilled, and that is what prompted him to answer.

'p-please take c-care of m-me. f-fuck me? please? want your cock, please'

'of course, my beautiful prince'

'anything you want'

'why don't you strip for me, and make yourself comfortable, whilst i get ready, yeah?'

and soon enough you were presented with chan lying back on your bed, legs spread, arm thrown over his eyes, clearly embarrassed - and simply beautiful. his chest moving up and down with the force of each breath, his cock twitching every now and then, the tip flushed red and wet with precum. the arm that wasn't blocking his vision was clutching the duvet at his side, trying to be good, trying to resist touching himself.

'so perfect for me, breathtaking, my prince, just perfect'

'such a good pup, leg's spread so perfectly for me, i expected nothing less of you.'

'i never have to worry about you misbehaving, beautiful, because you're such a good pup, right?'

his chest turns pink as you praise him, as you crawl towards him on the bed, leaning down to place kisses on the inside of his thighs. watching him squirm under your touch. and suddenly the impulse to mark his perfectly unmarked skin was too much to ignore, as you began to bite down on the inside of his left thigh softly; sucking and licking at the skin until his whines became moans and the honey-toned skin turned purple.

making your way up to his face you interlinked your hand with the one covering his eyes, holding it as you moved it away to get a better look at him, the dumb little smile looking up at you made your heart swell.

'imma make you forget this bad day, puppy, okay?'

'but you've gotta be good for me, which means you have to do two things for me, yeah?'

'my beautiful prince, you need to be as loud as you want, okay? i want to hear you, okay?'

'but i also need you to be patient, i have to stretch you, okay? so be patient for me.

'you think you can handle that, beautiful?'

'i-i'll be a g-good b-boy for you-u'

'perfect, prince, just perfect'

as you let your fingers dance around his tight ring of muscle, listening to him whimper, before pulling back to coat your fingers in lube. pushing the wetness around his hole, before slowly sinking a finger in - taking just long enough between sinking each knuckle to let him adjust, but not too long as to have your needy boy any needier.

soon enough you began pumping the finger in and out of him, as his eyes screwed shut, enjoying the feeling of being full, even just a little bit. and suddenly those whimpers became moans as you eased a second, and a little while after, a third finger into him.

'p-please, more, fu-fuck me, p-please'

'i will pup, i will, i promise, just need to make sure you're nice and stretched for me, i don't want to hurt you, beautiful, okay?'

'you said you'd be a good boy, nice and patient for me, remember?'

'g-good... i-i'll b-be good.'

and the confirmation is rewarded with an increase of pace from you, angling your fingers just right to hit that spot inside him that makes his back arch.

'f-fuck, ugh... s-so g-good'

after a few more firm thrusts to that spot, seeing the way your perfect puppy melted for you, you pulled out. watching carefully as his hole fluttered for you, stretched and ready for your cock.

what almost distracted you from that perfect image what the whine that chan released as he clenched around nothing, quick to make you reach your dry hand out to cup his face and soothe him.

'just let me line up, pup, okay, just a second'

and you did just that, covering your cock in lube and lining up to his hole as you slowly pushed him. the almost agonisingly slow pace made chan tense all his muscles up in order to stay still and stay good. leaning down you kissed him, helping the distraction, as your lips danced over each other, swallowing all the little whines and moans as you filled him up. the warmth of his lips against yours almost burning, and plush skin reminding you how lucky you are to have such a beautiful boyfriend who loved to be taken care of - and how much you love taking care of him.

eventually, you bottomed out and pulled away from him to look at his blissed-out face - the smile on his face perfect as he whimpered out little thank yous as you began to move. fucking him with this long, steady, firm thrusts, reaching out to hold his hand. the way he squeezes your palm letting you know just how good it was making him feel.

'my perfect prince, taking me so well'

'does it feel good, pup? being full?'

the nodding and whining as you increase in pace let you know that it did, in fact, feel good. it actually felt incredible but chan lost the words to tell you that a very long time ago - and the way you continued to fuck him just right, all the way in and then all the way out, wasn't helping him find the words any time soon.

but his hands found you, and your body, grabbing at you. reaching your shoulders and your hips and your ass, running his fingertips over every inch of you, trying to simultaneously find closeness and let you know how good of a job you were doing.

but you could tell, he was never this vocal, not usually, but there were these broken whines and hiccupped moans leaving his mouth as your pace steadily increased yet again. your tip dragging up and down his walls.

it didn't take long for him to get close, the brushing of lips and grazing of hands and thrust of your cock. alongside all that, the whispered praises made him just the perfect amount of flustered that heightened everything. constantly reminding him that he was not only perfect but that he was all yours.

'mine, baby, all mine, yeah?'

'pretty puppy, fuck, taking me so perfectly'

'perfect, fuck, so beautiful, all for me'

soon enough his hand grabbed at the arm you were using to hold yourself up, squeezing it slightly too hard, trying to let you know that he was going to cum.

'c-c-cum... p-pl... c-cu-cum...'

'make a mess for me, pup, go ahead'

'fuck you're so beautiful, going to show me how good i made you feel'

'let go, whenever you want, my prince, okay?'

'be good, like you always are, and cum for me'

and he did, releasing all over both of you, and it was such a beautiful mess. you thrust him through the waves of his orgasm, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he whines at the overstimulation - loving the pain and pleasure and the attention.

'so good, so good for me beautiful'

'my perfect prince, let me clean-'

'no! no. s-stay'

'oh my pup wants me to keep him full for a bit longer?'

he nods, wrapping his legs around you, forcing you to stay inside him a little bit longer. wrapping his arms around your shoulders so you were flush to each other. he leant his chin up, trying to silently beg for a kiss - which you were more than happy to give him, resulting in a happy whine and an even happier boyfriend.

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yourmidnightlover · 4 years ago

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holding hands

never stop loving me part 2 :)

summary - after reader and spencer make it home safe and almost sound, spencer decides to show her just how much he loves her touch.

tw - smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (yea, ik i do this a lot), teasing?, fingering, oral (female receiving), soft dom!spencer, fluff

wc - 2,671

a/n - you could totally read this as a stand alone piece, just know that spencer is kinda in the doghouse rn bc he said mean things to reader abt her being all touchy and annoying (even tho she isn’t). happy reading 😌

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spencer had said he was going to make it up to you.

did he know how yet? not really. would he figure out how? absolutely.

you had been rather distant after you had solved the case and on the plane ride back home. you still sat beside him, but you didn't make any move to touch him or lay your head on him as you normally would. maybe it was because you just didn't feel like it, but spencer knew better than to think that.

"do you want to order takeout tonight?" you turned towards him to ask the question.

"yea, of course we can," he agreed, his arm reaching around your body to pull you closer to him. he felt you stiffen under his touch. "are you alright?" it was his turn to look at you, you nodded up at him.

"i'm alright," you clarified, giving him a tight-lipped smile that wasn't very convincing. eventually, you settled into his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder and succumbing to the sleep you needed.

when you woke up, it was to spencer swatting away morgan's hand while shushing him.

"morgan, she needs her rest in order to heal properly!" he whisper-yelled while trying to move morgan's hand away but failing. "don't touch her, only i can!" he clarified, morgan threw his hands up in defense as he turned to sit back down.

"y'know you get more protective than i thought you would be," morgan shrugged with a chuckle.

"what's that mean?" spencer argued defensively.

"it means that princess there is well taken care of. you just don't seem like the possessive type of guy," he reiterated as he pulled out his headphones.

"i'm not being possessive," he defended himself. "i'm being a good boyfriend by not letting you wake her up just so you can ask her a ridiculous question," spencer looked down at you in your peaceful sleeping position.

you hadn't slept well in the hospital. spencer knew this because each time he went to sleep you were awake, and you would be awake when he woke back up. the night before you were in the hospital he heard you cry yourself to sleep and you woke up before him. so, in his mind, you needed as much rest as possible if you wanted to heal properly.

that, and he wanted to feel you cuddled against him as you slept for the first time in a week.

"i think it's more than that, genius," the bald man scoffed.

"what do you think it is?" spencer sassed.

"well, i think it has something to do with the fact that you and pretty girl there," he nodded towards you, "were in a fight and you missed her."

spencer sighed, "is it that obvious?" he used his free hand to move a piece of hair from your face, his hand lingering there for a second longer.

"look, kid, i may or may not have heard what happened thanks to a little someone. you should let her know how much she means to you, alright? she's probably feeling like you're doubting your relationship because of her, so make sure she knows that she's it for you," he advised his curly-headed friend.

"she's not 'it' for me, derek," spencer sighed once more. "she's my everything."

you stirred in your 'sleep' to alert them of your presence, slowly sitting up in an attempt to not hurt yourself.

"hey, princess," spencer whispered, moving that same annoying strand of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"mmm... hi," you stretched your arms over spencer so you wouldn't hit him. "how long until we land?"

"about half an hour," he informed you, whispering as the other team members slept. "if you'd like to go back to sleep i'll wake you up before we land."

"i'm alright, thank you," you smiled.

you could be mad at him while being a nice person. you just didn't know if you were ready to get over what he had said to you.

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you had gone straight home after landing, permittable by hotch who saw how tired the two of you were.

both of you were laying together on the couch, you slightly on top of spencer because of your still bruised rib that slightly hurt, he angled his head down and started kissing your neck softly. your breathing got heavier, your breaths being few and far between as your hands reached back to grasp spencer's curls.

"spence?" you asked, more like whispered. he continued his actions, the only thing that signified he actually heard you being a small hum against your skin. "i-i... can we...?" you trailed off, not sure how to ask for what you wanted.

"can we what, princess?" he asked his hands reaching around to the front of your body, lightly ghosting over your bare legs.

"you know what, spencer," you huffed in annoyance as you rolled your eyes. he squeezed your thigh firm enough to know he had done it, but gentle enough to know it wouldn't leave any marks that were too bad.

"and you know better than to roll your eyes at me," he whispered in your ear, nipping gently at your lobe. "now... tell me exactly what you want."

"i want whatever you'll give me," you turned your face towards him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes before adding, "please?" you pursed your bottom lip into a pouty position.

that was apparently the magic word because as soon as they had left your mouth, you could have sworn you heard spencer growl in your ear before continuing to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving his marks all over your body. you felt his erection twitch in his pants as you whimpered from the touch of his lips on you which spurred you to grind your ass against his hips. he grabbed your hips to still their movement before sitting up with you, slowly as to make sure he didn't hurt your ribs.

"can you walk to the room by yourself?" he asked in his normal, sweet, non-dominating spencer voice, to which you nodded your head yes as you began to walk where he had asked.

you knelt by the door naked in wait for him, hoping he'd give you something to take your mind off of your injury. when he walked in, he could've sworn he felt his heart grow with even more love for you, something he thought was already impossible.

"princess, why're you on the floor?" he questioned, kneeling down to get eye level with you.

"why isn't your dick in my mouth?" you countered, a smirk growing on your face.

"i was gonna be nice tonight since you're not well so i wouldn't push it, doll," he gave you a stern look that told you to watch it. "i still have some making up to do, i believe?" your smile returned even brighter than before as he helped you back to your feet and into the bed.

once you were comfortable, he was practically worshipping your body with each kiss and hum against your body.

"i can't imagine never touching you again, y/n," he made his way down to your chest, his lips wrapping around your nipple. he gently tugged on it with his teeth before releasing it and doing the same to the other one.

"these tits," he sucked a hickey onto one of them before moving to the other.

"this stomach," he kissed all over your torso, being extremely careful of your bruises as your hands around through his locks once more.

"love the way it feels when i lay on it," he made his way down to your thighs, loving the way you squirmed underneath his touch. he hovered right over the place you wanted most and gently bit down on your thigh, your hips bucking upward subtly from the shock.

"god, these thighs," he huffed as he squeezed them once more. "love the feeling of them wrapping around my head when i'm between them."

"then how about you get between them, then?" you sighed sarcastically, your neediness getting the better of you

"so very impatient," he mocked before pressing one final kiss to your inner thigh. "but what the princess wants, the princess gets. for now, at least."

he licked a thick stripe up your slit, tantalizingly slow just to hear the whimpers that left your lips from the feeling. your hands flew to his hair, gripping it tight as he continued to lap at your pussy.

"so good, sir," you moaned out. "please don't stop. don't stop!" you cried as his lips wrapped around your clit. "uh- right there! yes!" you shouted as your thighs strained to remain still. "yes! oh fuck, yes!" you yelled as the high hit you like a train, his hands grasped your hips so they would stay in place, working you through that euphoria. "oh, thank you, thank you so much..." you trailed off, running your hands through his hair once more as he began making his way up your body, peppering kisses all around you.

"mmm, you did so good for me, y/n," he praised before connecting your lips to his in a passionate kiss. you whimpered into his mouth greedily. "someone's eager, yea princess?" he chuckled. you nodded your head as you bit your lip. "what do you want? i need you to tell me," he whispered, his hands trailing down your body once more and connecting with your sensitive center.

"pl-please," you whined, your hips bucking into his hand. "you, i want you," you informed him as if he hadn't already known.

"you have me now," he chuckled.

"no, no. i want you inside me," you pouted, your hands pulling the hair at the nape of his neck for punctuation.

"you want me inside you?" he asked as he pushed his fingers inside you, your mouth widening to form an 'o' from the surprise. "there, i'm inside you," he teased once more as he began thrusting his fingers in and out. you held onto his arm, a way to ground yourself so you could stil talk without sounding like a baby.

"your- i want your... shit... your dick. i want your dick inside me, please," you practically begged as his fingers began curling inside of you in that perfect spot.

"ohh, is that what you meant?" he asked like a smart ass, you couldn't find it in you to be a brat about it, so you just nodded your head as he worked you through your second orgasm of the night.

"yes! ohhh, fuck, yes," your hips rutted up against his hand from the pleasure. "please, please," you asked once more. "can you please just fuck me now? i want your cock..."

"aww, of course, princess," he said with a bright smile.

he got up from the bed only to remove himself of his remaining clothes before adjusting himself, lining his dick up with your center. he ran his dick through your already wet folds before slowly pushing himself inside of you, knowing you'd still need to adjust to his length.

"so beautiful, y/n," he grasped your hands, interlacing your fingers with his as he began to push himself inside you once more.

it might've been the feeling of being in submission for him, but you felt overcome with emotions. the intimacy of the moment you were sharing was more than just the sex you normally had. it was beautiful. the way he looked at you with awe each time he thrust himself back inside of you. the way you held onto his hands tightly in order to tell yourself that it was real... that he was real.

"god, i love you," he groaned as he kissed you fervently, his pace still set relatively slower than usual. "so much, y/n."

"i love- i love you," you moaned, removing your hands from his only so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to yours. "spence, spence i'm so close," you whined in his ear, which only egged him on.

"i've got you, y/n," he pulled back to look at you as you came on his dick. "let go. let go for me," he moved a piece of hair from your face once more as your mouth flew open in pure bliss. your nails dug into his back as your pussy clenched around him, bringing upon his own orgasm, spurts of his releasing covering your walls. "fuck, y/n," he groaned, burying his neck into your shoulder before you pulled it out, wanting to observe him in such a vulnerable state.

"i love you," you whispered, only him able to hear it.

"i love you," he whispered back, pressing your foreheads together as he caught his breath.

when he managed to pull out, he found a new pair of underwear and pulled them on before going to grab you a fresh pair of his clothes to wear to sleep - you liked that they smelled like him, it helped you sleep better.

"where're you goin'?" you whined from the bed, trying to sit up abruptly but only finding a shooting pain going through your abdomen.

"shhh," he whispered, rushing to the side of the bed to guide you back to laying down. his hands found your shoulders and right before he was going to release them, you grabbed his hands.

"are you leaving me again?" you asked pitifully, tears welling in your eyes.

"no, sweetheart," he furrowed his brows. "i'm never going to leave you," he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"i know... i know i can be annoying like you said and i'm working on it," you looked down at your hands, which were now in your lap. "just please be patient?"

"you don't need to work on anything," he wiped the tears from your cheeks. "i never should have said those things to you, whether or not i was upset. i'm so sorry i made you doubt yourself," you found yourself wiping his own tears away. "now let's get you into the bathroom, okay?" you nodded as he helped you get up, guiding you to the bathroom to relieve yourself.

while you were doing your business, he went and got you that change of clothes you needed and brought them to you once you were done. he used a damp, warm washcloth to clean up between your legs and made sure to wash your face for you. he helped you get changed, letting you use him as a balancing bar, and then directed you back to the bed. he rest his head on his pillow, looking over and seeing you still on your side of the bed, not curling up into him as you usually do.

"y/n," he whispered. "i know you're probably still mad at me, which is totally fine because just because we had sex doesn't mean i'm done making it up to you. but... it's kind of harder to sleep without you cuddling with me than i thought. so if you're alright with it can we just..." he trailed off.

"spence?" you asked with a giggle.

"hmm?"

"i'm not supposed to sleep on my stomach or side," you held back a laugh, knowing it would hurt. "i mean, i'm glad we're on the same page about you still making it up to me, but it's kinda doctor's orders that i don't sleep like that."

"oh..." he bit his lip, trying to keep himself from feeling too embarrassed. "right. can we hold hands while we sleep then?" he asked, acting as if he had found a loophole.

"now who's touchy?" you joked, hurting your stomach from the laughter but finding that it was worth it.

"ha-ha," he mocked. "very funny, y/n," he groaned.

"yes, darling," you joked once more. "of course we can hold hands while we sleep."

and you did.

and for the first night in a week, you slept peacefully.

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sixeyesgojo · 3 years ago

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Congrats bb 💕(i hope this isn't too many lines of the song bc they are short lines 😭) Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness And you fill my head with you Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? (Bloom - The Paper Kites)

Can I be close to the sky?

Prompt: And you fill my head with you, shall I write it in a letter?

Word count: 895

Character: Yuta

A/N: Don’t worry about it, I’m not super strict on stuff like that (and hopefully I don’t come across as super strict adjkasdjad) but I still picked the two lines that spoke to me the most. Hope you’re okay with that! And omg, I love this song so much already... so... fluffy. Enjoy your meal ♥

Wait, Yuta stopped in his tracks and turned his head. A familiar silhouette caught his attention. Was that you?

Originally, he planned to head back to his accommodation after a successful mission but he found himself heading your way. Steps getting faster and faster, pushing his way through the crowd. Fond memories of delightful days rushing back into his head. “Y/N! Is that you?” “Huh?” you turned around. And indeed, it was you. The person he missed so much. Something warm started to spread in Yuta’s chest, just like wildfire but… it was comforting. “Oh my God, Yuta? Long time no see! How have you been?” you asked him with the most dazzling smile he had ever seen. He still remembered it, but gosh, did it feel nice to see it again. The beam on his face was a tell-tale sign of his joy.

“I see that smile of yours stayed the same,” you giggled. “Yeah, you said you liked it. Besides, it’s hard to change it anyway,” he shot back. How nice, he thought, to be in your heart-warming presence again. As if you just washed away all his stress from the past few days. Unfortunately, the encounter was brief: you had somewhere to go. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad bit sad about it; people were busy after all and he knew that very well. Until…

“Hey Yuta. I swear I gotta go right now but… if you want to, we could catch up some other time?” you suggested. Yuta was taken aback for a second; his heart skipped a beat or even two. “Sure, I would love to!” he exclaimed, overjoyed. “I have a new number though, my phone broke and I lost all of my contacts I had saved…” Of course he couldn’t tell her that a cursed spirit broke his damn phone. “Oh, so that’s why you never replied to me! No hard feelings though.”

Your smile would be the death of him one day.

“...and that is how my best friend spilled all the food on me,” you told him, rolling your eyes. The man, who had tried his best not to laugh, started snorting with laughter. “Yeah yeah. Just laugh at my misery,” you said, hitting his shoulder. You attempted not to break out in laughter yourself – in vain because his laughter was ridiculously precious and pretty contagious. Something about him made you feel incredibly safe; it has always been like that. It was so easy to let go and laugh with him. “God, I’m so sorry, Y/N. That story was just so hilarious, I couldn’t help myself,” Yuta choked in-between snorts. Tears were forming at the corner of his eyes because of how hard he laughed.

The funny stories were never-ending and the blissful laughter continued the whole afternoon. It felt so good, so natural, laughing with you again.

“Time flies. Would you look at the time? Jeez, it’s already this late, I can’t believe it… though I suppose it happens when you hang out with an old friend,” you mused. “Well, you have my number now. We could hang out more often… if you want to,” there was a note of shyness in his voice. “I wouldn’t mind at all. It was fun spending time with you again.” Somewhere inside you, you hoped he’d say something more but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed something into your hands. You looked at the envelope. “Yuta?” you questioned, looking up again, only to see the black-haired guy had vanished already. A sigh left your lips as you took out the letter inside. This endearing boy.

Dear Y/N, I probably just left you with this. I bet you’re confused but I swear, I’m so sorry! I just… Well, I am very nervous but it’s overdue… Haha, this is kind of awkward. I’ve never done this before but for some reason, I suddenly had this strong urge to write you a letter after I met you again. So, here goes nothing.

I just hope this won’t sound weird but You remind me of the sky.

I don’t know how to explain it but I just think you are so… beautiful. There’s a glow whenever I look at you. It seems to surround you, especially when you smile. Can’t really get enough of it, apparently, because… I constantly think about you. You fill my head with pieces of you, it’s like a million fragments of flowers seem to cloud my mind when I reminisce about old times.

Truthfully, I always enjoyed hanging out with you. Your presence is very comforting to me. You know how nervous and anxious I can be at times but I found myself being… fine whenever I was with you. I really wanna thank you for stepping into my life. Really, you made it so much brighter.

Never stopped thinking about you, especially after my phone broke. It was hard on me because I wanted to talk to you. You have always been such a great person, great friend. However, with time I realized I wanted to be closer to you. Can I do that?

Can I... be close to you?

- Yuta

Reading the letter sparked some overwhelming emotions from within you; the tears ran down your cheek in endless streams. This idiot. You had always liked him.

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randomingoftherandomness · 4 years ago

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This one is a bit long, but If I could still hop on the wks mpreg train and add a smidge of h/c:

Several months into the pregnancy, the family is in Four Seasons Manor leading a quiet, domestic life, more or less. But, one day wks gets into a little skirmish with a group of bandits or scorpions at the market (maybe he takes chl to help him carry the bags, a nice peacefull day of running mundane chores, until it isn't). And wks makes a quick work of the assasins without even breaking a sweat, mostly on adrenaline, bc he is now doubly overprotective AND pissed. But later at home the stress still catches up to him and he is running a fever or something similar. There are no major injuries on him, but zzs is still horrified when he finds out (it's hard not to when wks nearly faints???). So he is FUSSING over wks big time. The details can be up to you, but I just live for mother hen A-Xu, who is grumpy and scolding wks, but at the same time tender and worried about his husband even if it's nothing major.

TW: Mpreg

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It was perhaps the moment when Chengling merely levelled him with a determined narrow of the eyes when Wen Kexing had told him to run away, that he finally had the thought, ah, our Chengling is all grown up now. It made him smile even if he had been both gratified and exasperated to see the stubborn flare of hesitation to obey.

Really, after all this time, he still was that child that had no martial arts skills whatsoever and yet was so determined to protect the old Boatman and his Shifu.

Chengling darts his gaze down to the pregnant swell at his midriff. Ah yes, Lao Wen huffs with frustrated amusement. Then there's that.

Ever since he hit the point where he looked like he’d swallowed a mountain, Chengling, Ah Xu, and even Han Ying - Han Ying! Who was always so obedient! He laments the loss of an underling - would scarcely leave him alone for even just a second; always underfoot to bring him anything he could need, always carefully and respectfully allowing him his freedom of movement but never declining any opportunity to coddle him.

In truth, Lao Wen can't deny that he likes being cared for.

But this market day, Chengling had been the only one free to follow and so he had taken him along to help carry the load. It was to be a quick sojourn into town with an eye for being back by lunch, but as always, man plans and god dispenses because he hadn't actually been looking for trouble this time, he swears!

Unfurling his fan, Lao Wen shifts his feet, readying for a fight. Ever since he' started showing, his centre of balance has been a little off and every time he had sparred or fought since, the shift had to be compensated for. Counting off the bandits that had thought their lives too long lived, he waits until Chengling sets off a Longyue Cabinet made mechanical bird before making the first strike.

Between Chengling and himself, it was embarrassingly easy to dispense of the fools. And it was hardly worth lifting a finger for. But he was tired and his feet were sore from walking all day, and all he wants is to go home and have his Ah Xu cuddle him and rub his back.

"Lao Wen!"

The last bandit was still twitching where Chengling had unhesitatingly delivered a punch to his sternum. Lao Wen feels pride bubble up in his chest and makes sure to throw an arm around him and tell him as much.

His Ah Xu doesn't wait for his horse to stop before dismounting, rushing to his side. The sight of his worry warms him, even more so when he spies Han Ying and the some of the senior members of the Manor coming to surround them with a defensive formation. All at once, the adrenaline leaves him and he lets himself be pulled into a hug.

"Hi," He answers tightly, hand curled protectively over his belly. The gesture doesn't go unnoticed.

“Are you hurt?”

Lao Wen laughs. “Nothing more than a bit of exercise, right Chengling?”

“Don’t joke, Lao Wen.”

“I’m fine. Chengling is fine, baby is fine. Stop mother henning,” He huffs, leaning in to press a kiss to that pinched corner of Ah Xu’s lips. He can tell that his husband isn’t placated in the slightest but with a well-timed wince and a sigh, he is quickly bundled up onto Ah Xu’s steed and led home.

Chengling sticks to him for the rest of the journey and no one allows him to lift a finger. On a normal basis, Lao Wen would have protested this tooth and nail, but the fight dies a quick death the moment he sinks down on their bed and gives in with a quiet hum to Ah Xu and Chengling’s care.

More than just having to compensate for the loss of his balance, he is now tired from a two second burst of energy?

Lao Wen dozes off midway through Ah Xu wiping him down of the dirt and blood, and barely feels it when he is bundled into clean and soft things that feel heavenly against his skin.

“Chengling,” He calls out in a soft slurring of the syllables when he senses that they were pulling away. “Come here.”

The obedient child comes right up to him, grasping his hand. Smiling, Lao Wen pats his head. “You’ve grown up so quickly, it almost feels like yesterday when we first met. In the future, this baby will have to rely on you to keep them safe. I hope you will be good to them.”

“Shishu, of course I will. I’ll be the best Gege to them. I’ll take care of them whatever happens.”

“Good child, you’ve done well protecting your Shishu,” Ah Xu says with clear approval in his voice and eyes, sitting down on the bed. Lao Wen watches with his own approval as the Shifu continues, “Now, go make sure Han Ying and the rest have enough hands to dispose of the bodies. We don’t need any more trouble. And tell the others not to disturb us for the rest of the day.”

Lao Wen waits until the boy is gone to sigh, letting himself melt into the bedding. He was so very tired. A gentle brush of a hand through his hair tugs him back into the present where Ah Xu is smiling down at him.

“No need for me to mother hen, huh?”

“Oh, do shut up and climb in here to cuddle me,” Lao Wen chuckles, already feeling the relief pinpricking sleep in the edges of his consciousness.

He is safe now, he is home. In a moment he will pout and ask for back and feet rubs, but for the now, he is content to be held in the arms of his beloved.

#wenzhou #word of honor #wen kexing & zhang chengling #wen kexing #zhou zishu #zhang chengling #gab writes stuff #woh fic #tw: mpreg

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jeni182 · 4 years ago

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Hi here's a prompt: Andrew keeps insisting it's 'nothing' right? So now Neil is hell bent on making him admit that it isn't, so he's trying various things to do so, including making him jealous.

First, I’m sorry this took so long! Second, I know this is probably not what you had in mind and I’m sorry for that. This is just where my mind took it, and I think I just didn’t want to see Neil making Andrew mad on purpose to get him to admit it bc I’m fragile okay I HOPE THIS IS FINE.

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Andrew’s mouth was cold.

Usually, it was warm, and Neil knew it would warm up soon enough, but he’d been sucking on an ice cube right before they kissed, and Neil was enjoying the novelty of a cold mouth on his own.

They were at the Columbia house in their room, in their bed, in their feelings. Neil was, anyway. He suspected Andrew was too, but he’d never admit it.

That was the thing though, wasn’t it? They’d been doing this for a year now. They’d been together practically every second. They’d stood together and fought together and taken each other apart together, after slowly and carefully building trust bit by bit.

Neil pulled away from Andrew’s mouth, panting slightly. Andrew turned his attention to Neil’s neck instead, and he had to fight against the urge to close his eyes.

“Hey.” Andrew stopped and looked at him. “One of the soccer guys asked if you were my boyfriend.”

Andrew’s face didn’t change. “So?”

Neil shrugged. “I didn’t know what to tell him.”

“You? At a loss for words? Wonders never cease.” Andrew didn’t lean down to kiss Neil again, and Neil knew he wouldn’t. He’d wait until it was made clear that Neil wanted to keep going. He sat up instead. They faced each other on the bed and Neil looked down to the soft black blanket Andrew kept on it because he liked rubbing his feet against it at night.

“Seriously, though. What should I have said? Are we?”

“Are we what?”

“Boyfriends?”

Andrew tilted his head just slightly, his mouth turning down a bit at the corner. “No,” he finally said, and moved to leave the bed. Neil stood with him to stand in front of him.

“So, what then? It’s been a year Andrew. This is still nothing? This is still just a fun way for you to pass the time?” Neil hated the way he sounded. This wasn’t him. Whining and carrying on about labels. He didn’t even need a label, really. He just wanted Andrew to admit that yes this was something and yes Neil was something.

Andrew patted his pockets like he was looking for his cigarettes. “Fun is objective, don’t you think?”

Neil crossed his arms, clenched his jaw, and threw his cards on the table. “So, you’d be totally fine if I hooked up with someone else? Since this is nothing and I’m nothing?”

Andrew’s head snapped up and his gaze met Neil’s. He could see a muscle tic in Andrew’s jaw, but all he said was, “Do what you want.”

He left the room. Neil didn’t follow him.

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They were quiet with each other after that. Still together, still connected. It was like Andrew was inside his own head constantly, but Neil didn’t mind. He didn’t really know what to say anyway. He was still thinking about it but pushing Andrew to admit something he wasn’t ready to didn’t seem like a good idea.

They were in the library one day, studying for midterms. Neil felt good about this, because Andrew despised the library and the fact that he was here at all was, Neil was pretty sure, just to be with him. They sat across from each other, both reading. Neil, a history textbook. Andrew, something that looked very unacademic.

Neil startled a little when someone slid into the seat next to his. He’d gotten too comfortable here, he thought for the millionth time. He was out of immediate danger, sure. But for how long?

He looked to the person next to him, and it was a guy he vaguely remembered from one of his math classes.

“Hey, Neil.”

Neil didn’t say anything. He looked at the guy confused. He didn’t know his name. Tad or Jake or Brad or something similar to the hundreds of other white guys at this school who all looked exactly the same to him. Brown hair, eyes, a nose maybe, taller, weakness is in their lack of speed.

Tad or Jake or Brad cleared his throat, eyes flicking to Andrew before landing back on Neil’s face. Neil looked at Andrew too, who was still staring at his book, eyes not moving.

“I just wondered if maybe you want to study together? This statistics final is gonna kill me, and I know you’re so good at this.” He flashed Neil a smile of straight white teeth.

Neil shrugged. “I guess, sure.” He needed to study, too, after all. He didn’t think he’d have a problem, but his scholarship was dependent on his grades and the last thing he needed was to risk it now that his choices were to go pro or die.

“Perfect. Here’s my number.” He reached over and used Neil’s pencil to write his number on the corner of his history textbook, which seemed unnecessarily rude. He squeezed Neil’s arm and left with one last glance at Andrew. Neil watched him leave before shrugging to himself and looking back down at his book. He could feel Andrew’s eyes burning a hole in the top of his head a minute later.

“What?” he asked, without looking up.

Andrew didn’t answer. Neil did look up at him then, confused. He was staring at Neil with his normal blank expression, but there was something about the tightness around his mouth, the slight narrowing of his eyes that Neil didn’t like.

“What’s wrong?”

Andrew stood, shoving his book in his bag and leaving the library without looking back. Neil started to follow him but stopped. Whatever Andrew was pissed about, he probably just wanted space to sort it out. Neil knew by now that bugging Andrew to talk was only more likely to send him deeper inside his shell. So, he stayed in his seat, wrote flashcards to study, and thought about Andrew the whole time.

He let him have until after dinner before he tracked him down to the roof. Andrew was there like he was always there. Sitting at the edge with his knees pulled up, arms circling them loosely. A bottle of vodka at his hip and the acrid scent of cigarettes on the air. Neil took a seat beside him and looked out over the glowing lights of campus.

Neil waited for Andrew to talk first. Whatever this was, he was here as silent support until otherwise requested.

“Did you set up your date?”

Neil looked at Andrew in surprise. “Date?”

“With statistics boy. He seemed awfully eager.” Andrew threw his cigarette off the side and immediately lit another one.

“You mean to study? No, that exam isn’t until next week.”

Andrew snorted. “Oh, Neil. You can’t be this clueless. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you mention hooking up with other people and then you agree to study with a guy who looks at you like he’s already fucked you.”

Neil’s hackles rose immediately. “I seem to remember you telling me to do what I want. Or did I hear that wrong?”

Andrew threw the new cigarette off the edge, too. Even though it was only half spent. “No, you didn’t.”

“Then why are you complaining?”

Andrew took a swig of the vodka in answer, and Neil grabbed it from him before he could take another.

“I don’t plan on hooking up with anyone else. I don’t want to hook up with anyone else. I still don’t swing for anyone but you, in case you’ve forgotten. That guy was asking me to study, and I agreed. I’m not going to manipulate you into admitting that there’s something here by fucking someone else. If you really think I’d do that, you don’t know me at fucking all which is a shame, because I know you, Andrew.”

Andrew laughed with no humor. It was sad, and Neil thought maybe a little broken. “You don’t know me.” Neil’s chest tightened to the point of pain. Because he did know him. He knew this man, knew him better than he knew himself sometimes.

“Yeah?” Neil leaned into Andrew’s space and Andrew did not lean away. “I know you’re afraid of heights, and you’re afraid of me. I know you think as soon as you admit to yourself - to me - that this isn’t just two guys getting off together, it becomes real. It’s one more thing for you to lose in a life where you’ve lost so fucking much. It’s one more thing someone can hold against you when they want to hurt you again.” Neil leaned closer, and not getting any resistance from Andrew, he placed a kiss on his neck. Andrew shivered. “I know you’ve never had this, because I’ve never had it either. And I know it’s scary, because I’m scared too. But Andrew,” Neil sighed and leaned back again, “I’ve been nothing my entire life. I still feel like nothing sometimes. You are my something, and the fact that you also think I’m nothing is fucking soul crushing sometimes. As much as you don’t want to hear it, you are everything.”

Andrew looked from Neil to campus, and Neil watched his throat work as he swallowed hard. He closed his eyes before looking back to Neil.

“Are you going to study with that guy?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.” Neil honestly didn’t know if the guy was flirting, but if it was something Andrew took this seriously, he would take it seriously, too.

“I don’t want you to.” He took out his pack of cigarettes but didn’t light another one. He just flipped it over and over in his hands.

“Why?” Neil couldn’t help but ask.

Andrew looked at him, pale and washed out from the artificial lights, but eyes still bright as they landed on his.

“Because you are everything, too.”

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#aftg #tfc #andrew minyard #neil josten #Andreil #fic prompts #my fics #jeni182 #andreil fluff

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angeltrapz · 3 years ago

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11. with Brady please. It's what he deserves

(You know what? He does deserve it <33 thank you so much!!)

(Prompt: "Can I hold your hand?")

Writing under the cut again bc I. Went off a bit <3

They've been dancing around putting a name to this little agreement between them for a few weeks now, especially since it's become very obvious that it isn't just a stress relief kind of situation anymore. Not when Mason had fallen asleep on the couch with his head resting on Brady's shoulder and woke up in his bed, arms wrapped around his waist and Brady's dad-snoring right beside his ear, something he quickly realized he'd begun to rely on.

The point is that they hadn't done anything that night. The only thing they did in that bed that night was sleep, and even then, Brady was holding him, pulled close to his chest in the way he'd only ever done after exhaustion finally took hold of them after a few rounds.

Honestly, Mason can't pretend his feelings aren't romantic anymore. Brady's been doing better - a lot better, having just gotten his first year of sobriety under his belt and all the happier and healthier for it. If he were one to wax poetic, Mason would say he looks absolutely radiant, the difference between the two Bradys he'd known in his time spent with the man now miles and miles apart in the best of ways.

He's proud of Brady. He can't help it. He's proud every time Brady walks past the liquor aisle when they go grocery shopping, every time he turns down an invitation to a party with alcohol ("Not this early," he'd explained once, "I need to get my situation under control before putting myself around alcohol again."), every time he grabs plain orange juice with breakfast in the morning.

And he loves him, a little bit. How can he not?

It happens that morning after breakfast, after they've cleaned up and taken care of their plates and silverware. The two of them are sat on the couch closer than they'd ever dared before, shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip, hardly focusing on whatever's playing on TV in favour of talking about anything and everything.

Mason gets the feeling they both know what this is. This has nothing to do with their agreement anymore. This is something deeper, something infinitely more terrifying and yet more comforting than anything Mason's ever known.

This is love, he thinks.

"Mason," Brady says after a moment, waving a hand over the other man's face with a playful smirk on his own, "hey, space cadet, where'd -"

"Can I hold your hand?" Mason blurts out, more than a little surprised at himself but deciding that the best thing to do is roll with the sudden confidence before it leaves him. "Is that okay?"

For a moment Brady is silent, eyes roving every inch of Mason's face as though he were searching for even the slightest hint of hesitation or teasing, and when he finds none, he lets out a little sigh (one that Mason thinks sounds just a bit rattled) and nods, even holding out his hand for Mason to take.

And he does, lacing his fingers through Brady's with such ease it's as if they've been doing this their whole lives, palms fitting together and Brady's thumb coming to stroke over his knuckles carefully. Mason can feel the callus on the side of his right middle finger from writing, the heat radiating from his palm, the subtle tremour of nerves. God, Brady's nervous. As if the man sitting next to him hasn't been in love with him for the past three years.

"Are you okay?" Mason asks softly, squeezing Brady's hand in the hopes that it comforts him a little. He'd planned on being the anxious one, as he has been in nearly every other aspect of his life, but strangely, he feels calm.

"Yeah," Brady mumbles, but it's clear that he's thinking pretty hard. He's found his slippers planted flat on the carpet very interesting all of a sudden.

"We've been doing this a lot longer than you think we have," Mason murmurs simply after squeezing his hand once more, heart giving a fond pang when he feels Brady squeeze back weakly. "What's on your mind?"

"...You," he hums eventually, finally meeting Mason's eyes - the pain there, the fear, could break Mason's heart. "Just - you've seen me at my worst."

"Yeah."

"Right. And you're still here." Brady takes a short, sharp, stuttering inhale. "I just can't - sometimes I don't understand how. You of all people would have every single right to - to hate me, or be done with me, but you're not. You're still here."

"Because I -" Mason falters a little bit, the words suddenly stuck in his throat at the worst possible moment. If I don't tell him now, he thinks in a panic, who knows when I'll find the nerve again?

"Because you...?"

"Because I love you," he finally manages, and God, it's like the sun shining through the clouds, the smile that starts to spread over Brady's face then. It only widens further when he finds the resolve to complete that thought, nearly eclipsing his gaze: "Because I have been in love with you for a long fucking time, Brady Olinson."

When Brady laughs, soft but so, so giddy and relieved, Mason can't help but join in, his heart singing as nearly every trace of anxiety seeps from his body. Through it all, their hands remain intertwined, a tether, a promise.

"I love you too," Brady eventually murmurs once the two of them have mostly gotten themselves back under control, eyes soft and grin having melted down into a smile even softer. "I don't think there's ever been a time when I didn't love you."

"Even after I got so mad I yelled at you for thirty minutes straight about the boxes of books you were supposed to sign?"

He winces, but he laughs, nodding. Mason is transfixed by the fact that this is the most peaceful he's seen Brady while awake in a long, long time.

"Even then," Brady confirms. "God, I deserved that, though. I'd been sitting on those for months."

He sighs then, quiet but no less fond. "Where would I be without you to keep me in check?"

"You'll never have to find out," Mason murmurs immediately. "I'm in this for the long haul, Olinson. I love you."

And he can only grin giddily when he receives an honest, earnest, "and I love you too, Mason Woods," back.

#asks #my writing #romantic f/o: brady olinson #s/i: mason woods #in which I allude to th fact that we started out as friends w benefits kjdhfdskd #neither of us were in a Good Place for a relationship at first for different reasons #so like. getting together happened After he got sober but not before I fell for him lmao #tw alcoholism ment #tysmmmm this made me so happy... I love him!!!#I didn't MEAN for this to turn into how we got together but here u go!!!

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quirkdotcom · 4 years ago

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Hey everyone !! I am super excited to post this as part of a collab with my fellow members of BNHA Sanctuary! The prompt was " _____ is concerned bc (y/n) isn't sleeping." I chose Izuku Midoriya as my character because he needs a little more love ! So I hope everyone enjoys! Don't forget to check out the other collab writers fics too !!

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Technically, Midoriya wasn't supposed to have anyone over in his dorm, even in college he had tried to follow that rule knowing that if he didn't, Iida would probably find out and scold him, but as he flipped over and looked just above your shoulder, his All Might themed alarm clock read out "4:12AM" with red numbers, and he gave a small sigh.

Tonight was one of the first nights that you had been able to sleep before 5am, but the reason was unknown. Midoriya had asked you plenty of times, each time you resulted in you shaking your head vigorously and eyes watering until he just hugged you tightly, saying that you would find another time to talk about it.

Slowly, scooted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your side, pulling you closer to him.

The movement, which Izuku had thought he was being slow with, actually woke you up. You blinked a few times before turning and nuzzling into his chest, quietly mumbling, "Are you awake Izu?"

"I'm definitely sleeping…are you awake (Y/n)?"

You hummed, starting to wake up more now, "A little bit," Yet despite your words, you didn't make any effort to move, "What time is it?"

"4:14 in the morning," he responded, pulling back a little so he could look at you

Slowly you sat up, pulling yourself free from his grasp, suddenly wide awake.

"Baby?" He sat up next, eyeing you slightly as growing concern seeped in.

You looked back to him, offering up a smile, "Don't worry Izu, I'm still tired enough to sleep,"

He seemed to relax some, the tension slowly leaving his body, "I'm glad then, because I think it's too early to get up for the day, and that's coming from me of all people," he then proceeded to lay back down, hugging the comforter to his chest

You laughed lightly, then paused, letting out a heavy breath, "Hey Izuku, I owe you an explanation, I shouldn't make you worry all the time and have to have me over in your dorm like this,"

Again, he sat up, scooting closer to where you were sitting, "Whatever the reason is, I'd be happy to help you over and over again, okay?"

You nodded, leaning against him, glad to have that reassurance of support.

"Well...my quirk has some nasty side effects…" You paused, closing your eyes and allowing the shadow like mass begin to rise from your body.

It was a lot like Tokoyami's dark shadow in the sense that it was almost another being but attached to you. It could take a multitude of shapes, and most items couldn't pass through it, rather instead would get stuck to it.

Most of the time you used it to create a large beast of sorts, and it only grew stronger from the fear or unease of your opponents.

However it's main and personal drawback was arguably the worst.

"When I don't use my quirk enough, it turns on me in my dreams…well nightmares. The Mass as I call it, separates from me and chases me down. In the end it envelops me and...well I start to suffocate. So I've been staying up late to try and put off the dreams as long as I can,"

In the dark of the room, your quirk was even more unsettling. It looked to be wriggling around, crawling amongst the edges of the room. But the one area it wouldn't go near, was the spot where Midoriya sat.

Instinctively he wrapped his arms around you, feeling your trembles. He thought for some time about what you had said until finally, he knew what the root of this issue was.

"(Y/n) my love, don't let it feed off you,"

You turned at his comment, looking up to him, his oddly calm demeanor throwing you off guard. Normally, most people tended to draw back from you and your quirk, but Midoriya never did.

"You said that your quirk grows stronger when people are scared or uneasy, and I think that it applies to you as well. It's easily taken over the whole room by now. "

As you looked to the room, watching as the Mass would slink around the room, at times catching a ray of moonlight, seemingly drowning the light in itself.

The longer you looked, the more it started to grow, your heart raced, you couldn't find a spot for your eyes to stop, they just kept looking. No one spot in the room was safe from it's grasp.

Before you could fall further into its depths, two arms circled around your waist, pulling you close, "(Y/n)...you're safe…"

All at once, the mass receded, leaving the room as it was before.

With that, you laid down, pulling Izuku with you. While you didn't fall asleep very fast, you still knew that you'd be able to come back tomorrow to try again.

And you did. You continued to do so for about a week, every night repeating as it had been the first night of that week.

You still got hardly any sleep, and were starting to fall behind in both your classes and your training. In fact, there would be times where he would catch you fighting the urge to doze off while just hanging out with friends.

Midoriya found himself asking for the help of your best and closest friend.

"Hey, Tanako, can I ask you something?"

The water vortex hero-in-training looked up, as she was currently focusing on a book, "First, Midoriya, you can call me by my first name by now, but what's up?"

"Ah sorry Katsumi…" he gave a sheepish smile and took a seat across from the brunette, "You know how (Y/n) stays up all the time? I've been trying to help them but...nothing is working,"

Katsumi dog eared a corner to her book, closing it as she hummed, "Well, when we were younger, we used to sleep in forts, and had lights strung up so that it wasn't so dark," she met brown eyes to his green ones, "I'm not sure if it would work now...but I think it's worth a shot. "

Izuku nodded, standing back up, "I'll need to get some lights then..and figure out a good setup for a fort, Thanks Katsumi ! Have fun reading!"

He started to walk away but didn't get too far before your friend called back out to him.

"Oh and Midoriya, thank you. We've all gotten pretty worried for (Y/n),"

He nodded, turning back and going over his plan in his head.

His first stop would be the store, finding some fairy lights to hang up. He also decided to buy a few extra blankets, and another pillow.

With that being done, he headed back to the university dorms, making his way to his own and luckily for him, he had some time before you were supposed to come over.

He started to move things around, pulling the bed over towards the window, and his desk to the other wall. From there, Izuku started to round up all his extra blankets, grabbing extra tacks to hold them up.

What took up the most of his time was the fact that he couldn't settle on a good way to have the blankets and the overall shape of the fort, after all he only had so much room to work with.

In fact, he was still working on putting up the blankets by the time you had let yourself into his dorm.

"Uh..Izuku?"

Midoriya jumped lightly, and turned around to face you, a blush spreading across his face as he realized he had been caught, "Uh..surprise?"

You took a moment to look around his dorm, noticing the changes in where your bed was, and where he was currently sitting, blankets in hand.

"Are you...building a fort?"

Despite all the evidence you had already seen, he quickly glanced around and hid the blanket behind his back, smiling embarrassedly, "I uh...I was..I mean yeah but…"

But to his surprise, you barked out a laugh, letting your bag slide off your shoulders and to the floor as you made your way over to him, "That's cute ! Let me help!"��

And so, together you both figured out the best set up, easily hanging up the blankets and lights, then using the rest of the blankets to create a comfy space on the floor underneath the fort. Midoriya pulled out his laptop, playing your favorite movie and starting it as you grabbed a few snacks.

Once fully settled in, he wrapped his arms around you, and let you rest your head against his body.

In his arms was perhaps the safest spot for you to be. He was warm, comfortable and you knew that you wouldn't have any troubles as long as he held onto you. In fact, you could hardly keep your eyes open in the moment.

Within the next ten minutes you fell fast asleep. Izuku flicked his eyes to the clock in the corner of his laptop, smiling as he read that it was only around 9:38pm. H3 let out a small and content sigh, holding you a little tighter and closed his own eyes, getting ready to sleep, letting the movie play out in the background.

"I love you, (Y/n)..." he murmured, though you couldn't hear him, he was sure that you knew...and you did.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bnha izuku #izuku mydoria #midoriya izuku #mha izuku #midoriya x y/n #Midorya x reader #Izuku x reader #deku #mha deku #bnha deku #deku x reader

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sso-ironfire · 4 years ago

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SSO Alonso X Reader/MC

I made a little story to share :) I hope people enjoy it. It is actually based on me being extremely frustrated while trying to find all of Catherine’s memories in Mistfall. I used they/them pronouns for your horse just bc idk what you all like imagine (ik in game your starter/soul horse is “supposed” to be male). I did female pronouns for the MC to sort of fit the SSO story line

Alonso raced to the site of the incident. The rain slicked the trails. He made sure to keep extra care in the path he chose as he guided Mardy to the emergency. It was hard to see. The pouring rain and wind blinded him as he picked up speed. His ranger uniform was soaked in the short time he had been outside. But he pressed on. This is what he was trained for, why he joined the Jorvik Rangers. It thrilled him each time he raced to an emergency. What he saw on his arrival to the scene was not what he expected. Two rangers desperately held onto a crying horse as it bucked, trying to escaped their ropes. He could instantly recognize the horse. It was her horse. (Mc)'s horse. Two more rangers were preparing climbing gear at the base of the cliff. He looked up. (MC) was barely hanging onto a dirt ledge that was crumbling fast under the intense rain and added weight.

"(MC)!" He yelled out over the roar of the storm. She looked toward him with fearful eyes, before turning quickly attempting to climb further up the cliff. The rangers began to panic, shouting at her not to move. The ledge below her began to crumble more.

Alonso jumped off Mardy and ran to the aide of the climbing team.

"No! No, please! I need to get the butterfly!" She pleaded as she furiously tried to scramble to the top.

There was no butterfly. What was she talking about?

"Hang in there!" Alonso called, hoping her panic was the cause of this delusion.

The platform below her gave way, sliding along as rock, roots, and mud tumbled to the ground below. She let out a shriek as her body was taken over by gravity. Alonso had just gotten off the ground, able to angle himself just enough to catch her. He clutched her to his chest turning his back to the cliff-face, shielding both of them from an onslaught of rocks and mud that came falling with her. She was shaking. Her entire body violently quaking. He looked back up to the top of the cliff. She was dreadfully close to a serious injury and, if she fell the wrong way, possibly death. It was good the Rangers were able to get to her so quickly. Alonso dreaded the thought of what might happen if they were even a minute late.

(MC) still shook as he was brought down. She clutched onto his uniform with white knuckles, barely able to catch her breath. (Horse) had calmed down once they saw that their rider was being brought down safely but still tried to break free from the grips of the other rangers.

"Let them go! They just wants to know she's alright." He told them once he had safely returned to the ground. They let go of the frantic horse. Once they were near enough to smell their rider it seemed to calm them down. They were happy (MC) was safe. Alonso reached out to gentle pat them on the nose.

"Don't worry. We're gonna take good care of her."

It was only a few hours later when (MC) had woken up from her exhaustion induced sleep. There was only one thing on Alonso's mind as he tended to her: what on earth was so important that she would risk her life? A butterfly, she said something about a butterfly. Should he bring it up? Would it cause her to go into a panic again?

"Mmm.. hnng..." She stirred lightly. Alonso looked over towards her, preparing a bowl of warm chicken noodle soup. He had never noticed her eyes before, but they seemingly were enhanced by the light of the fire. It was a strange thought that popped into his mind. Surely, the condition of the cuts on her knees and arms would be more important. The observation of the color of her eyes even caused his face to flush, he felt his ears and cheeks warm.

"W-where am I?" She spoke with a very strained voice.

"We're at the Jorvik Rangers Station in Mistfall. I thought it would be a nice place to recover."

"Recover?" She looked around rather frantically.

"Well...yes. You appear to be very sleep deprived, I have not been able to tell if you've attained any severe injuries, and you might have caught a cold out in the rain like that. Plus, Lionheart's foot is pretty badly sprained. We had the vet from Dundull come and look at him. He needs a few days of rest." She looked down, but he saw the glossiness in her eyes. She clearly felt guilty. The situation rendering her horse injured and herself under observed recovery.

"This is all my fault. I'm sorry." She whispered, her voice cracking as she began to sob into the blanket held tightly in her hands. Normally, he was good at comforting people. Trail riders and rangers complemented him on his calming demeanor that helped them through scary situations. But why couldn't he comfort her the same way. He wanted to say something, but he just couldn't think of what. Instead he interrupted her crying with the bowl of soup and sat at the end of the bed. She ate it quietly, hiccupping every now and then as she tried to calm down.

"Why were you out in a storm like that?" He watched her closely, waiting for her answer. He probably shouldn't have asked but he could tell there was something more to the situation.

"Umm...well...It's hard to explain." She muttered.

"You said something about a butterfly." Her face dropped as he said that.

"I-I did?" He nodded at her.

"Yes. I'm sorry if I seem rude. I just wanted to try to understand. You had me- us- very worried." She bit her lip, thinking.

"It's complicated..." She muttered, taking another spoonful of soup. Alonso didn't have a response to that. He didn't really know what to say. As Alonso pondered what he should say to comfort the poor girl, she spoke up and surprised him.

"I really appreciate you saving me," She glanced up at him with those eyes. His face flushed under her gaze. "I should clarify. It is complicated. It is something very important to understanding my role in this world, but it isn't something I can openly share with others. I'm thankful that you were there for me when I, quite literally, fell."

Alonso swallowed the lump in his throat. The concerns she seemed to be facing appeared to be stress beyond her years. Alonso found himself wanting to help her with that burden.

"I can tell that whatever is going on is very important to you. It is healthy to share that weight. But if you just need someone to catch you, I'd be happy to do that for you." Alonso gave her the best smile he could, his cheeks still burning from her compliment.

She managed a small but genuine smile in return.

#sso alonso #sso #alonso x reader #sso x reader #mistfall #catherine's memories #star stable #star stable online #soul riders #give MC a break #alonso is sweet

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Hi!! Was just wondering if you have any Brio fic updates you’ll be posting soon? Obsessed with your writing!

ahhhhh thank you!!! you are too kind!!!

I guess it depends on your definition of soon? I have a lot of stuff I’m working on and am pretty far along into, it’s just been going a bit slowly for life reasons (we’ve been temporarily short-staffed at my job which has unfortunately coincided with bringing on some big new clients so I’m working crazy hours and then also took on a p big freelance project at the same time bc I make questionable choices but also bc it’s a v awesome project and I’m hoping to be able to brag about it soon)

THAT SAID I’ve got a lot of stuff p far along including:

ch 2 of swear! fully drafted, def in need of another major editing pass though. there’s a tension/tone through-line that’s not quiiiiiiite right and I’ve been trying to sort it out by writing Rio POV outtakes bc why not

ch 3 of swear! I’m trying really hard not to post for this fic until I have a chapter banked both for accountability reasons and also bc I’ve got a lot of threads woven into the fic that I’m trying to keep track of and it’s helpful to be able to bounce back a chapter and tweak things to properly set up stuff in the next chapter. I’m about a quarter/third or so into it but I’ve lowkey dropped it for now to focus ooooooooon...

the last chapter of song!! at last! it’s happening! highkey inspired to jump back in by a truly lovely comment @whiskeyjack left me and @xenalovesoq and her group chat’s unflagging enthusiasm, I am about 15K into the draft and *laugh nervously* a third of the way through my outline so that’s gonna be a monster

I’ve also got a bunch of other projects in various stages of outlining and drafting that are v much on my mind but def not a current priority like the others (Beth POV for listening, buffyverse if I can detangle the plot, the pacific rim AU I add a sentence or two to whenever I’m stuck on something else, the sex pollen I wrote half of and then paused to write swear).

so yeah, lots of stuff happening but nothing close enough that I’m comfortable predicting a timeline I’d inevitably fail at anyway. I’m not sure what’s going to get posted first tbh, I’d say probably song because that’s what I’m focused on rn but editing is going to be a bit of a thing given how long it’s shaping up to be (jfc oh god what am I doing) so idk!!

I wish I had a better answer but here! have a (rough, unedited) snippet from song for your troubles!

"What are you doing here," she hisses.

Her eyes dart from Rio's face to over his shoulder, sweeping the midway to see if anyone's watching them, and then back. The corner of his mouth tugs up like he knows what she's doing and it's funny. She locks onto the motion, the shrieking sounds of the carnival around them falling away. Midday sunshine giving way to deep, dark midnight blue in her mind’s eye.

Between her kids and then Rio having Marcus for a few days, Beth hadn't seen him since that night at the bar a full week ago. After she'd explained her plan to his satisfaction, she'd realized it was getting late, and she had to get home. He’d walked her out to the van and the unexpected gallantry of the gesture caught her off guard, and something bloomed, warm and sparkling in her chest. Then, alone in the parking lot, he'd pinned her up against the side of it, burying his face in her neck and pressing his hips into hers. Her moan when she felt him hard against her mingled with his answering one when she rolled her own hips right back, echoed together through the still, silent night.

Beth thought about yanking open the door of the van and tugging him inside. She knew he wouldn't object from the nearly frantic urgency of his hands gripping her waist, shoving up under her shirt, hot and rough against her skin. He'd cupped her breasts, his thumbs swiping across her nipples and pressing down. She'd gasped and arched against him, her nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt when he'd bit down on her neck in response.

A part of her wanted that—him—quick and furtive in the back of the van, too desperate for each other to wait. But another part thought of the reality of Emma's Barbie's digging into her back, the graham cracker crumbs she’s pretty sure the seats spontaneously generate at this point embedding themselves in her skin, the smell of apple juice and kid sweat that never entirely dissipates hanging around them and that isn't—she doesn't—

This thing between them feels different now. New and precious and somehow heavier and more fragile than it ever has before. It's a beginning, and Beth wants more for it—them—than a rushed hookup in a parking lot before they go their separate ways.

So she’d gently pushed him away and he'd let go of her immediately, even if he'd taken a beat to inhale deep against her skin before stepping all the way back.

When he'd met her eyes, Beth had known she didn't need to explain, and when he reached out a hand, pinky extended, her own had fluttered closed as he'd gently nudged her hair back, tucking it behind her ear.

"Next time."

Impact against her thighs snaps her back to the present, and Beth realizes she's swayed forward into the table between them. She can feel her blush flare, heating her cheeks and chest, but can't bring herself to be too embarrassed when she sees the way Rio's eyes have gone dark and hooded.

His lips part, and Beth can see the tip of his tongue pressed lightly against his teeth. She imagines leaning in, closing the distance, and sinking her teeth into his full, lush—

“Jesus Christ!”

#writing this out was a v illuminating experience #related WHY AM I LIKE THIS #why can't i write simple things anymore #even this ask answer is a bonkers over explanation #BUT ALSO the freelance thing is now in a lull stage #so i will hopefully start getting more than 4/5 hours of sleep a night #and hitting snooze through my morning writing hour #WHEEEEEEE #but seriously thank you #💖💖💖#a song inside the halls of the dark #swear on a silver knife #my fic #shut up meg

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