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arthenaa · 1 year ago

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blurred lines — mizu x f!reader

synopsis: your relationship with your roommate often threads the lines between friends and of something more.

content: fluff, suggestive themes, modern! au, roommate!mizu one jumping off a cliff joke mentioned, taigen, ringo, and akemi being great friends, mizu uses she/her pronouns, she/her pronouns for reader as well, mizu and you call each other bon/bonnie as an endearment, mizu is ur bf but not rlly your bf yk, mutual pining

song will be later mentioned in the story but listen to it while you're reading <3

It isn't to anyone's surprise that more often than not, people mistake you and Mizu as a couple. It's gotten bad to the point that it's already counted as an inside joke in your little group of five.

Taigen was the main culprit of the joke (as usual). He often lets his tongue run loose in the most random of situations. Whatever piques his interest, he always has something to say about it. You're not sure if it's because of Taigen's natural person magnet trait but surely, you think this is somehow his fault.

"I just want to say how adorable of a couple you two are!" A person from your year—someone you had met in passing during your Ethics class for sure—gushed as she sat down on the empty seat in front of you. You stare at her, mouth slightly agape in shock at the sudden intrusion, Akemi chortles from her seat while Mizu's starting to look like she's about to commit homicide. It was currently your free period, hoping for a time to relax and wait for your next class, you sure weren't expecting to be bombarded by a series of questions about your love life. You're hoping that both of your unwelcomed stares would drive this person away, but the gal continues off on a tangent. "Not to be like—a real gossipy person, but like, I heard from Sanchez that you guys were dating, and I had my suspicions back then during Ethics class but I just HAD to confirm it, y'know?"

You lock eyes with Akemi seated beside the girl as she hides her grin behind her drink. You're so going to wipe that smile off her face soon.

"I'm pretty sure that's none of your business," Mizu deadpans as she stares at her under her tinted glasses. She taps her index finger on the surface of the table, a telltale sign of her impatience. The girl remains oblivious.

"Oh, come on! We were groupmates last semester! I'm pretty sure we're already close enough to know stuff like this," She sends the both of you a wink to which you wince as Mizu stiffens beside you. You're sure it was taking a real toll on her to prevent her from committing a felony and so you've decided to step up.

"I-I'm sorry," You give her a sheepish smile, hand raised to provide a calm reassurance of not being hostile. "I'm sure you mean well and everything but we're really tired. Whatever you're thinking, it's a no."

You give her your best award-winning smile with the hopes that she'll leave you both alone. You see her slightly pull back, finally reading the room but she pauses at the last second as Mizu wraps an arm around your waist. You're not sure why the girl gives you a cheeky grin as she adjusts her bag on her shoulder but your resolve is soon starting to waver if she doesn't get her ass off your table.

"Alright, whatever you say," She coos, eyes squinting playfully as she gathers herself off your booth. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. See you around!"

The three of you watch as she makes her way out of the shop before your shoulders release the tension you've both been holding over the past few minutes. Akemi chuckles at your expressions

"Oh my god, If you hadn't done that I would've gone off the rails," Mizu groans as she rests her head on the table.

"You should've, to be honest, might make this whole debacle a lot more interesting than whatever you have with Y/N," Akemi snickers from her seat as Mizu sends her a glare. "Funniest thing I've seen all semester. Keep it up."

"You're full of shit," Mizu grumbles from her seat. Akemi flashes her her middle finger. You roll your eyes at their banter.

"I don't get what's the big deal," You cross your arms over your chest. "I mean people do the things me and Mizu do all the time."

Akemi gives you a blank stare. "I mean this in the best possible way but if I didn't love you and you said that to me, I would actually slap your face."

"I can slap your face for free, right now."

"Not now, Mizu," You nudged her knee in retaliation as the blue-eyed girl grumbled in response. "Also, bullshit. That's unfair."

Akemi rolls her eyes before slamming her drink down on the table. "That's unfair? You two are basically me and Taigen if Taigen grew the balls to actually court me instead of parading his biceps like a damn himbo. That honestly felt like I'd lost 20 years of my life. She's at your beck and call and even fucking ditches our hangouts just because you had a little cold. That's what's unfair."

You stare at her with furrowed eyebrows as she huffs and takes an angry sip of her drink. You slowly nod, trying to get a sense of her reasoning. Well, you and Mizu had developed a natural sense of service-giving to each other. After all, your deep friendship was only a resort of living together. Wouldn't anyone be that considerate to their best friends?

"I swear to God," Akemi places a hand in front of her mouth as she looks between the two of you. Mizu had already tuned her out, opting to hug you close by the waist and leaning her head on your shoulder as she took the time to rest. "I'm so close to throwing myself off the cliff figuratively and it's both of your fault."

You roll your eyes at her, crumpling a tissue paper before throwing it towards her. The gal dodges it with ease before scrunching her nose.

"You're overreacting."

"Sure," Akemi squints her eyes. "Whatever fits your story."

You're not sure when it started but somehow Akemi's words started to get to you. You knew, for sure, (you think?) that she was just bluffing. Your relationship with Mizu was yours and yours alone, anything between the two of you must be kept between the two of you only. It wasn't as if the comments of other people had affected you—you often tend to brush them off, treating some of them as either praises of your close bond or jokes due to their easygoing nature. You're not sure if it's because of Akemi's short-tempered personality that you've started to notice things too.

"Here," Mizu's voice startles you out of your focus. You turn your head to see the raven-haired gal, hair down and cozy in a black hoodie and sweatpants. You had been studying and getting things done at your uni's library as finals were nearing. The desk at your dorm and the familiarity of your room seemed to mess up with your productivity and so you decided to change venues. Mizu, being the good-hearted angel that she is, drops a cup of coffee beside you and a bag of your favorite food. She then tucks her hands into the pockets of her hoodie.

You look up at her with a pout, eyes softened. "You didn't have to."

Mizu pats your head before gingerly pulling the seat next to you. She sits down and leans her head on her arm perched on the table. "It's the least I could do. You're working hard."

You smile at her praise, glancing at the worksheets sprawled on your table. It wouldn't hurt to take a break, no?

Mizu gives you a raise of an eyebrow as you turn your body towards her, copying her form. Your lips pull into a small smile as you reach out to brush her loose locks. "It's way past your curfew. You should've just slept."

Mizu snorts. "You say that like I'm a child."

You reach out to pinch her cheek causing her to swat your hand away. Letting out a few giggles as she scrunches her nose at you. You would've continued to act normal afterward, there was nothing to freak out over but then Mizu started staring at you with that gaze of hers. Usually, you would either jokingly stare back or playfully ignore her but somehow this time, you're suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. You let out a cough as you turn back toward your worksheets, unable to handle the intensity of her gaze.

Not sure if she noticed it or what, you make quick haste to get back on track with your studying. About 15 minutes in, you hear shifting beside you. Thinking that it's her cue to go, you turn toward her with curiosity but then your chair moves swiftly to her side. You let out a yelp as she moves your chair with one arm, closer toward her.

"Mizu—!" You squeak at the sudden movement as she lets out a few chuckles at your reaction. Soon enough, a deep flush bursts across your cheeks due to the sudden proximity. She's faced toward you, legs spread to accommodate your figure, and her other arm perched on the back of your chair.

You feel your heart speed up as she leans close and smiles. "Get back to studying, Bonnie."

You obediently follow her orders as you lower your head to get back to answering the worksheets in front of you. You hear Mizu chuckle beside you as you willed yourself to continue writing and ignore her very existence.

Heart? Speed up? What the fuck?

There's a moment of reprieve before you feel the sudden thump of Mizu's head against your shoulder.

"What's up?" You hum gingerly, your free hand moving up to gently pet her head. Mizu shifts her body close, the arm at the back of your chair pulling your shoulder and body to her.

"Do you want Italian or Chinese?" She asks out of the blue, eyes watching you write down equations and numerical formulas on your paper. Your heart softens as you feel her other hand envelope over your stomach, pulling you into a side hug.

There weren't many people around the library at this time of the night besides the occasional suffering computer science major seated at the far end of the library and the librarian herself. Mizu allows herself to be vulnerable within your care. You eye your worksheets, debating finishing them or giving your cute roommate dozing off on your shoulder attention.

Nah, fuck it.

You gently close your notes before cupping Mizu's cheek, softly pulling her up from your shoulder.

"Hm?" Mizu hums as she slowly blinks at you, face leaning towards your touch as you cup her face gingerly within your palms. You give her a soft smile, thumbs running softly across her cheeks.

"Ordering takeout might be a bit too much right now," You quietly whisper to her, eyes crinkling playfully. She lets out a few chuckles at your response. "Although, I recall having a waffle mixture back at our dorm and we still have your dad's waffle maker. What do you say?"

Her gaze darts over you face before she pulls away from your touch. You look at her curious as she scoots to the edge of her seat before pulling you into a hug. The raven-haired girl burrows her face on your neck, letting a loud sigh of relief as she encased you in her arms.

"Alright," She mumbles on the collar of your shirt, breath tickling your neck. You flush at her proximity, opting to rest your head gently against hers. Just as the two of you would continue to bask in each other's presence, a cough alerts the two of you to pull away.

Your eyes dart toward the culprit as the librarian raises her eyebrow toward the both of you.

"You can take your couple date elsewhere if you both have nothing better to do here." The old lady deadpans, fanning herself with her foldable fan. The both of you stare as she gives you one last judgmental look before walking away. Mizu wordlessly helps you pack up your stuff, leaving the library with you trailing behind with your ears flushed red.

"Listen," Taigen takes a deep breath before continuing. "We're only choosing your dorm because Akemi has their annual dorm parties, Our kitchen broke so Ringo can't cook, and we know Mizu is a loaded motherfucker, alright? It's absolutely not because we want to see your icky mundane domestic life."

Mizu leans against the doorframe, staring Taigen down as he finishes his piece. You, on the other hand, can only smile from your spot behind Mizu. It had been your scheduled movie night with friends and originally, it was Ringo and Taigen's turn to host but due to unfortunate circumstances, the duty of hosting befell on your shoulders again. Albeit, a bit rushed this time.

Akemi rolls her eyes beside Taigen before stepping up towards the doorway and pushing her way through Mizu's defense (Mizu let her in, she didn't do anything wrong). Ringo smiles gleefully from his spot beside Taigen before sliding his way inside and pulling you in a hug (again, Mizu let him in, he's the only person who can actually cook).

"Y/N!" Your tall bubbly-bear looking friend cheers as he swings you back and forth in his hug. You giggle as you return the gesture, slightly pulling away and patting his cheeks. Ringo grins. "I missed you!"

You playfully roll your eyes at him. "Oh come on Ringo, I saw you last week."

"Too long!" Ringo whines as he rests his head on top of yours. Your heart warms at Ringo's affections. Your dear friend was a walking talking incarnation of a life-sized teddy bear. The two of you continue to giggle at each other's presence, not noticing the pair of blue eyes trained on you.

"Oi, Ring," Mizu calls out from her position by the doorway, eyes pulled into a glare. Ringo stiffens beside you at her tone. You could only blink your eyes at her with a curious gaze. "Get your ass in the kitchen."

"On it!" Ringo makes no haste and eventually bolts to your dorm's kitchen. You place your hand on your hips as you stare at her with a raised eyebrow. Mizu only looks away before catching a sneaking Taigen trying to move his way inside. The raven-haired girl slams her hand on the doorframe preventing Taigen from entering.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mizu asks with a threatening glare. Her eyes squint as you watch Taigen sweatdrop.

"C'mon, man! I just want to fucking watch Ryan Gosling, can you let me in?!" Taigen whines, stomping his foot. Mizu's face stays blank, hand clutching the doorframe. Taigen resorts to plan B and looks up at you from his spot with the most disturbing try of puppy eyes. "Y/N, please I'll treat you all the fucking bobas you want just please pull your war freak of a wife away from me."

You chuckle as he clasps his hands together, ignoring Mizu's pointed glare. You knew that Mizu would let him in either way. After all Mizu says, and you quote, "It's like leaving a fucking dog outside with all that yapping."

Finally deciding to help Taigen, your eyes gaze at Mizu's back with a smile. "Bon, c'mon leave him be."

There's a pause of silence before Mizu eases up on the doorway and eventually side steps. Taigen lets out a noise of victory before making quick steps toward you and places a kiss on the side of your temple.

"This is why you're my favorite," Taigen crinkles his eyes playfully. You roll your eyes, slapping his arm.

"You said that to Akemi 3 days ago."

"The past is past, what matters is the pre—"

A loud smack on the head propels Taigen forward causing your eyes to widen. You turn to Mizu who looks at him with disgust.

"I let you in and you still yap like a dog. Do you want me to kick you out again?" Mizu stands next to you with a menacing glare. You watch in amusement as Taigen frowns, rubbing the back of his head.

"Goddamn, just fucking marry this emotionally constipated motherfucker please so that I may find peace," Taigen makes a pointed look towards you. "I hate that I'm always at the receiving end of your punches when Y/N doesn't give you a bit of her atten—AGH!"

You let out a few giggles as you watched Mizu try and kick him away from where the two of you were standing. The poor man cowers behind Akemi who elbows him off her figure as she tries to browse through you and Mizu's shared Netflix account.

Your eyes glance toward Mizu who grumbles under her breath before turning towards you.

"Never let him in our dorm ever again please." Mizu deadpans prompting soft laughs from your lips. You then watch as Mizu walks toward you, eyes squinting at the side of your temple before grabbing your face with one hand—cheeks smushed.

"Mijuuuu," You whine as she tilts your head to the side. You notice her gaze on where Taigen kissed you. Your eyebrows furrowed as Mizu reached you with the sleeve of her hoodie pulled over her fingers. She then makes harsh wiping movements on your temple causing you to groan.

"Ow." You sob playfully as she finishes her ministrations. Mizu then turns your head towards her, the corners of her lips slightly upturned as she squishes your face within her grasp.

"Cute." She mumbles before leaning down to place a chaste kiss on your forehead. Your heart thumps against your chest—eyes wide as a deep flush rises to your ears. Whether Mizu noticed it or not, she only pulled away and walked over to where Akemi and Taigen were—both too busy fighting each other for the remote (Akemi wants horror but Taigen insists on a Ryan Gosling marathon).

You stand still in the hallway, breath hitching as you try to calm yourself down.

Unfair.

There's a nagging thought at the back of your head that you think that you might've been a little bit too lenient with Mizu.

Your friendship and current situation as roommates didn't start off in a good footing. Having met Ringo and Mizu during freshman orientation, you had no choice but to stick close to them due to the unfamiliar environment. Ringo welcomed you with open arms while Mizu didn't care if you joined or not. Apparently, she didn't really care about Ringo or you.

It was safe to say that your first impression of your roommate with her ever-perpetual stone-cold glare had not been the best. After all, she had ignored you most of the time and tended to stray away from your group of three.

It was during that time that she had issues with her current roommate who always tried to bring people in as a one-night stand that the two of you decided on common ground.

You were out that night, going on a quick walk break from midterms when you saw Mizu complaining at the front desk. Still considering her your friend albeit a bit hesitant due to her off-putting nature, you hear Mizu complain to the landlord. You overheard her issues with her roommate and decided to offer your space up as your previous roommate had shifted courses, was transferred to a farther building, and therefore had to move to a closer dormitory. She seemed awkward but grateful enough to accept your offer.

Then things are where they are now. After knowing and living with each other for at least 2 years now, your closeness with Mizu didn't really bother you. It was nice being comfortable enough to just be authentic in front of somebody without the fear of getting judged. Mizu tends to be quite direct with her words and doesn't like to bluff around. That's what you kind of love and hate about her.

Love because she's upfront—what you see is what you get. She gives you thoughtful advice, the most rational between the two of you, mature and level headed enough to tell you the truth when nobody else would. Hate because sometimes she's too direct. Direct about your mistakes and wrongdoings but also direct about what she feels.

Like this instance.

"Mizu?" Your feet cladded socks thump loudly against the wooden floor, waddling your way toward your roommate who is busy mopping the living room.

"Yeah?" She calls out, hair tied in her usual bun as she continues to clean. She hears you enter the area, turning towards you with her hand outstretched. "Careful. Floor's wet."

"Yeah, yeah." You grab her hand, watching as she puts the mop away to the side. Finally having her undivided attention, you swing your hands back and forth as you come to say what you went for in the first place. "So y'know how Akemi got her internship at that company she really worked hard for?"

"Mmh."

"Then she was offered like a position right?"

"Mmh."

"So like, as a reward for her great performance, she got tickets for us to watch Laufey next week."

Mizu's eyebrows raised in recognition. "Really?"

You nod your head with enthusiasm, smile brimming from ear to ear. Mizu's eyes softened as she lets you continue.

"So I was wondering," You bite your bottom lip as your hand shifts to wrap around her index finger—still swaying it back and forth. "Can you help me find an outfit, please?"

Mizu hums as you peer at her with an excited grin. The raven-haired woman glances at her unfinished work before sighing.

"I suppose cleaning can wait." She responds before getting pulled in a hug.

"Thank you! Thank you!" You make careful tiptoes around her work as you walk back to your room.

It takes Mizu about 7 minutes to finally reach your room with a soft knock on your door. You tell her to come in as she gently opens the door to walk inside.

"Options?" Mizu sighs in relief as she plops down on the bed. You tell her your options and Mizu nods for you to try them on.

It takes a while for both of you to decide—eventually having to stick with two dresses. Finally trying the last dress on, you twirl in front of the mirror, examining the way you look before meeting Mizu's eyes on the reflection.

"That's the one," Mizu says with a soft tone. There's something about the way she eyes you up and down with a gentle look in her eyes paired with the soft tone of her deep voice. You pause, turning around to see her on the edge of your bed, arms resting on her knees—hands interlocked with her body leaned forward. Those hues of blue peer up at you with half-lidded eyes. Your cheeks heat up.

She breathes a heavy breath before motioning for you to come over with a come hither motion of her fingers. "C'mere."

You make slow steps toward her form, a couple of inches away from each other. You look down at her as she eyes you up, an unreadable look on her face before she suddenly stands up from her seat. Suddenly you're reminded of Mizu's height, albeit only a couple of inches taller than you, you still had to crane your neck at a distance as close as you were now. Suddenly the air seemed thick and constricting.

There's a sudden tension filling the air as the two of you only look into each other's eyes. You find yourself unable to blink as you admire her features. A mix of handsome and pretty—a face you've seen countless times and yet still be in awe of.

Just as the moment had started, Mizu suddenly ends it with a flick on your forehead causing you to blink.

"Hey!" You whine at the sudden gesture, hands reaching up to touch the spot she flicked at. Mizu smirks, chuckling.

"You blinked, I won."

You scoff at her. "Unfair."

She then fixes the fabric of your dress, making sure that the pleats and the flow is positioned nicely. Then the next few words stun you.

"You look really beautiful, Y/N." She says with such a genuine tone that it leaves you speechless. Seeing your reaction she lets out a few laughs then pinches your cheek. You let out a chuckle at the sound of her laughter.

"Favorite Laufey song?" You tilt your head in curiosity as you look up at her with a smile. Mizu softly blinks with a gentle smile.

"Serendipity."

Your hands slam against the wooden surface of the desk inside the library's discussion room. Three pairs of eyes—one filled with curiosity, one with indifference, and one with annoyance. You breathe heavily as you lock eyes with each one.

"I think I like Mizu."

Suddenly Taigen stands up from his seat and applauds you—Ringo, ever the sweetheart he is, smiles at you and waves his arms for a little celebration dance.

"Congratulations, Sherlock," Taigen smiles sarcastically. "If I had to watch the two of you in an eternal battle of who's the most oblivious, I would already have a degree in Bachelor of No Communication, Major in being a pussy and a minor in having mommy issues."

Akemi gives him a disgusted glare. "Can you shut the fuck up or is being a yapper your honest profession?"

"Alright," Taigen raises his hands. "Chill."

Akemi rolls her eyes before looking at you with her lips upturned. "Happy that you're finally realizing it, hun."

You groan as run your palms over your face. "That's the problem!"

"Why's that a problem?" Ringo asks innocently. You pull yours hands down with a huff.

"It's Mizu."

"So?" Akemi raises an eyebrow.

"Mizu's my best friend," You whine. "I can't risk it when I don't know if she feels the same."

"Be fucking for real right now." Akemi deadpans as she crosses her arms over her chest. "The damn woman looks at you as if you've just given her the stars and the moon. Y'know know how much I envy that?"

Taigen nudges Akemi beside him with a pout. Akemi glances at him with a sigh. "I was just making a point. You'd have to be dumb stupid to not notice anything at all, Y/N."

You purse your lips as you sheepishly look at Akemi like a child being punished.

"You did, didn't you?" Akemi squints her eyes with a smile. "Precisely why I favor you over that emotional catastrophe of a woman. I suggest taking the chance. It's not every day that you find someone that's a complete fit for you."

Akemi gives you a soft smile. You purse your lips as Taigen gives you a thumbs up.

"You can do it, Y/N." Ringo smiles at you from his seat. "If there's anything I know about Mizu, it's that she cares for you a lot more than you think."

You nod, encouraged by your friends' advice and reassurance. While Mizu's someone you didn't want to lose, you'd rather take the risk on giving her the love she deserves rather than keeping it buried within you.

Finally, your resolve is built and strengthened. It's just Mizu, it should be alright.

To put things simply, it had been 3 weeks since your talk with Taigen, Akemi, and Ringo.

The three have tried their very best to allow you to confess but somehow Mizu always has something to do or something keeps ruining the moment. Confessing in a cafe? Suddenly a random NPC interrupts. In the library? Librarian follows you everywhere with that judgmental gaze of hers after your previous altercation. Campus garden? Mizu's getting called for org duties. Your own dorm? Mizu's asleep.

You're at your wit's ends and while you can tell that all of this isnt intentionally done, you can still feel the frustration.

It's this night where you reach your final straw.

You had just gotten home after a day of requirements, finals, and activities. Mizu's schedule was moved a bit earlier causing the two of you to be quite busy due to the gap in the dates for your finals. When you're free, Mizu's taking an exam. When Mizu's got nothing to do, you're working your ass off in the library.

The finals season has completely ended and you're walking home with a fleeting mind and relieved sigh.

As you make the turn toward your dormitory, you notice a familiar head of black crouched over the sidewalk. Your eyebrows furrowed as you see Mizu busy with whatever caught her attention. Just as you reach at least a meter away from her, you see a fluffy white cat perk its head behind Mizu's figure, blue eyes sparkling with curiosity as it mews at your figure.

"Huh?" You hear Mizu hum before turning to face you. A look recognition passes her eyes. "Oh. You're home."

You fall silent as you continue to watch her pet the cat. You hear its purrs as it leans its head to Mizu's touch.

"I cooked hotpot upstairs," Mizu says, eyes still looking at you. Her hair is down, only pinned back by her glasses worn over her head. That little frail bang escapes with ease from it as she looks down to see the cat on its back, paws demanding a belly rub. She's wearing the black sweater you gave her with its sleeves rolled up to her arms.

Fuck. Why does she look so—

"I can tell you're spent," Mizu softly smiles at you. There's a slight breeze that gently ruffles her hair. "You did so well, Bonnie."

Then it's as if something snapped within you and there's nothing that could stop you from unleashing the pent up frustration of not getting a moment with her.

"Oh my god," Your gaze is unwavering as you stare at her figure. She raises an eyebrow at your response. "I'm so fucking in love with you."

Mizu stops her ministrations with the cat, figure tensing as the light breeze of the wind fills in the void. Your heart thumps as you breathe heavily, watching any sort of reaction for her shocked face.

Then it is as if you could hear a pin drop then a change in the atmosphere. Mizu is flushed deep red, eyes blinking as she stares at you with mouth agape.

Your eyebrows raise in amusement.

"Huh?"

"I love you." You repeat taking a step closer to her crouched form. She furrows her eyebrows, blush spreading up to her ears. Oh?

"I-I don't—"

You grin as you crouch in front of her, eyes trained on her shy features. "I said I love you."

"Y/N." Mizu grumbles as she tries to glare at you.

"What?" You shrug, smile brimming from ear to ear. The emotions on her face are clear as she stammers and stutters in front of you.

"That's not fair." She grits her teeth.

"What's not fair?" You tilt your head in amusement.

"I wanted to say it first." She mumbles as she looks down at the cat purring between the two of you.

You let out a soft laugh at her whining.

"Well, I'll pretend I didn't say anything and that I just walked back from school," Mizu eyes you in confusion as you stand back up and run a few meters away from her—back from where you previously stood. You clear your throat as you straightened yourself up. "Oh my god! Finals is so hard, if only there's a hot tall masculine woman to declare their love for me."

You end with a dramatic touch of the back of your hand against your forehead. Mizu chuckles, shaking her head before standing to her full height. She reaches you with ease, lips turned to a smile as her hands make their way to cup your face.

"You're an idiot," She grumbles with affection before pulling you in a kiss. There's no time wasted as you kiss back, clutching the fabric of her sweater as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss.

You squeak as you feel her tongue intertwine with yours. You feel yourself get lightheaded, melting in her touch as your arms wrap around her neck while hers takes hold of your waist. She pulls you closer with no distance left to break you apart. You whine as you feel her bite on your bottom lip, gently pulling it before pulling away. Heavy breaths are what fills the space between your bodies, eyes still trained on swollen red lips while want and need courses through your veins.

She lets out a grunt as she dives to taste more of you, pecking your lips once, twice—thrice before finally breaking off.

There's a moment of silence before hushed giggles errupted between the two of you—Mizu swaying your bodies as you both bask in each other's presence.

Hushed whispers, sweet nothings, wide smiles, and stolen kisses are all that's seen between two idiots in love. Before you can further enjoy your moment with Mizu, a loud meow interrupts your moment. The two of you look down at the cat licking its paw as it stares up at you both.

It swishes its tail back and forth, tilting its head before stretching. You and Mizu look at each other with a smile.

"You up for another roommate? Might be severely in love with you too." You tease as the cat leans its body against Mizu. Your girlfriend rolls her eyes. You giggle.

"Oh, shut up."

a/n:

you: *sees mizu w a cat* marry me

mizu: ?

projecting ken tendencies in taigen mb. akemi is a mood tbh.

#arthenaa #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #the blue eyed samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #Spotify

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catiroll · 3 months ago

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A Dance for Two °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Synopsis: When your daughter wants to attend the Daddy-Daughter Ball, Sevika reluctantly agrees to take her. What begins as a simple favor turns into something far more meaningful than either of you expected.

Warning: nothin rlly

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The tiny bow on Mira’s dress had come undone again.

You knelt in front of her, fingers carefully retying it, making sure it was straight. She stood perfectly still, her small hands gripping the soft folds of her dress, eyes locked on your movements with unusual intensity. Normally, she would have been talking—about the colors, the music, the way her shoes made soft clicks against the floor—but tonight, she was quieter than usual.

You noticed.

You always noticed.

“There,” you said, adjusting the bow one last time before pulling back. “Perfect.”

Mira didn’t respond right away. She turned slightly, lifting her dress in her little fingers and watching how the fabric shimmered under the warm glow of the lanterns. You could see the wheels in her mind turning, but she hadn’t yet found the words she wanted.

Then, finally—softly, hesitantly—she asked, “Mama… do I get to go even if I don’t got a daddy?”

Your hands stilled.

It wasn’t the first time she had asked about fathers. It wasn’t even the first time she had noticed she didn’t have one. But it was the first time she had linked it to something she might be missing out on—something other kids had and she didn’t.

Your chest tightened, and you forced a small smile as you tucked a loose curl behind her ear. “Of course you get to go, sweetheart. You don’t need a daddy to dance.”

Mira nodded slowly, but her grip on her dress remained tight. “The other girls said their daddies are taking them.”

Your throat constricted.

Before you could say anything, she looked up at you, something hopeful flickering in her wide eyes. “Could Auntie Vik take me?”

You blinked, caught off guard.

Sevika.

It wasn’t that the idea was bad—far from it. It was just… unexpected.

Sevika didn’t do things like this. She wasn’t soft, wasn’t gentle—not in the ways most people would recognize. But Mira saw her differently.

You saw it too, sometimes.

Sevika was the one who let Mira sit on her shoulders to reach the top shelf. The one who wordlessly passed her a piece of whatever she was eating, even if Mira never asked. The one who grumbled endlessly about how ‘kids were too much trouble’—only to let Mira fall asleep curled up in her lap minutes later.

Maybe… just maybe, this could work.

“You want me to do what?”

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Sevika stared at you from across the table, one brow arched, her metal fingers drumming against the worn wooden surface. You’d just finished explaining the situation, and judging by her expression, she was either irritated or amused. Maybe both.

“Take Mira to the Daddy-Daughter Ball,” you repeated, this time a little slower, as if that would somehow make it sound like less of a ridiculous request.

Sevika let out a dry, humorless laugh. “You do realize I don’t fit either of those words, right?”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “You’re not an idiot, Sev. You know that’s not what this is about.”

She leaned back, exhaling through her nose. “Kid needs a dance partner? Take her yourself.”

“She doesn’t want that.” You hesitated. “She wants you.”

That got her.

Her fingers stilled against the table. Her jaw clenched—just slightly—but enough for you to notice.

“I don’t know how to do this shit,” she muttered, looking away. “Dancing. Balls. Dressing up like some… proper person.”

You took a step closer, lowering your voice. “She doesn’t care about any of that. She just wants someone who makes her feel safe.”

Sevika scoffed, shaking her head, but you saw the tension in her shoulders, the flicker of something you couldn’t quite place in her eyes.

“You’re good with her, Sev,” you continued, softer this time. “Better than you think.”

Silence.

Then, finally, a long exhale.

“Fine,” she muttered, rubbing her temple like she was already regretting it. “But you owe me.”

A slow grin spread across your lips as you reached up, fingers lightly brushing her jaw. “Oh, I’ll make it up to you.”

She shot you a look, but there was something warmer in her expression now, something less guarded.

She was going to do it.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ When Sevika arrived at the door that evening, Mira gasped so dramatically you thought she might faint.

“Auntie Vik!” she squealed, practically vibrating with excitement. “You look so pretty!”

Sevika grimaced.

She stood stiffly, dressed in a deep navy vest over a crisp black shirt, looking like she had been physically forced into it. Her usual rough edges hadn’t disappeared—the scars on her hands, the imposing metal arm, the ever-present air of someone who had seen too much—but there was something undeniably striking about her like this.

Sevika scowled, shifting uncomfortably under your gaze. “Don’t start.”

You only smiled, stepping forward to adjust her tie, fingers lingering just a second too long. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

She held your gaze for a beat longer than necessary before clearing her throat and looking away.

Mira grabbed her much larger hand and started tugging her toward the door. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late!”

Sevika sent you a desperate, help me look.

You just waved. “Have fun!”

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The ball was something out of a storybook—glittering chandeliers, soft melodies, rows of little girls spinning in their dresses.

Mira fit right in.

Sevika… not so much.

She was stiff at first, clearly uncomfortable under the warm glow of the ballroom. But Mira didn’t seem to notice. She grabbed Sevika’s hands, practically dragging her onto the dance floor, and demanded to be twirled.

And—surprisingly—Sevika did.

Not gracefully, not skillfully, but in a way that made Mira laugh, bright and loud and full. Sevika let her stand on her feet to waltz, rolling her eyes but not pushing her away. When the music shifted to something livelier, Mira pulled her toward the other children, insisting Sevika had to play tag.

And she did.

She let Mira sit on her shoulders to ‘catch’ the other kids, smirked when she won, and even—reluctantly—let her place a tiny, flower-shaped sticker on her metal arm as a ‘prize.’

It was a perfect night.

But then, near the end of the evening, as the last slow dance played, Mira—sleepy, warm, and utterly content—rested her head against Sevika’s shoulder and murmured, “I wish you were my daddy.”

Sevika froze.

Your breath caught.

Mira didn’t say it with sadness. There was no longing in her voice, no ache for something she felt she was missing. It was just a statement. Simple. Honest.

Sevika swallowed hard.

She could’ve brushed it off. Could’ve ignored it, changed the subject, made a joke.

But she didn’t.

Instead, after a long pause, she murmured back, “You don’t need a daddy, kid. You’ve got your mom.” A beat of hesitation. “And you’ve got me.”

Mira didn’t say anything else. Just snuggled in a little closer.

And Sevika held her a little tighter.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ When they arrived home, Mira was fast asleep in Sevika’s arms.

You expected her to pass the little girl off and leave. Instead, she carried Mira inside, walking straight to her room and tucking her in without a word.

When she turned back to you, there was something in her eyes—something raw, something hesitant.

“She called me her dad,” Sevika said, voice gruff, but there was something thick in it, something heavy. “Can you believe that?”

You smiled softly, reaching up to touch her cheek. “She loves you.”

Sevika exhaled sharply. “She’s a little brat.” But her voice cracked, just slightly.

You kissed her.

And when you whispered, “Stay?”

She hesitated.

Then—finally—she sighed and muttered, “Yeah. Okay.”

And just like that, she was home.

Masterlist

A/N: i havent made one in so long my bad sorry yall but here we go we got sevika with a duaghter cuz lowkey i can never see her with a son. have a good day wherever u aree

#sevika headcanon #arcane art #yandere x reader #arcane series #sevika smut #fluff #arcane fluff #ambessa medarda #mel medarda #melvika #sevika #sevika x yn

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starkeysbunny · 13 days ago

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sweet

au masterlist main masterlist <33

summary - after a week on the farm, rafe was adjusting well into his role. too well. sitting on the porch, simply enjoying an apple, you couldn’t help but ogle him while he got to work.

pairing - blue collar!rafe + farmer’s daughter!reader

warnings - none rlly, slight swearing.

the air was damp and thin, the sun just rising. the golden glow helping to warm my skin. the woven basket of yellow-pink apples i’d just picked this morning sat by my hip on the porch step, my legs curled into my chest as i bit into one myself.

i paused.

mid bite. teeth just digging into the crisp, juicy, sweetness of the fruit beneath my fingers. my fingers dig into my knee a little tighter. eyes locked on something.. someone in the distance.

rafe pulls up, in my dad’s pickup truck. he’d left to pickup some order for the farm. the dirt cracked beneath the old wheels, the brakes squeaking as the vehicle stopped. the door opened, and it was like the rest was in slow motion.

his hand gripped the door frame, lifting himself out. his head has to duck out because he’s so tall. his hands got calloused and dirty fast. he’d only been working here about a week now, and his knuckles were already claiming the reward for his hard work on the farm.

that’s when i saw it.

his hair.

up until this morning, it was a little longer. greasy curtain bangs that dangled in front of his eyes. but now? he got a fucking buzzcut. you’re joking.

no guys ever look good with buzz cuts.

this rule did not apply to rafe cameron, apparently.

maybe he got it because the hair dangling in front of his eyes wasn’t efficient for his work. it was probably getting annoying, getting in the way. so, rationally, he shaves it all off. leaving a faint buzz against his head.

normal, rational action.

but he had no idea what it was doing to me.

he looked older, suddenly. the floppy curtain bangs made him look younger, like a regular teenage boy, my age. but now? he looked like a man.

in just a week—he was already looking like this hard working, dependable man my dad wanted to mold him into.

he pulls himself out of the pickup, his jaw clenched. he pauses, taking a deep breath and wiping the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead with—oh my god.

with his shirt.

he turns just enough and i’m able to see it all. this is so fucked. this is some twisted game.

he lifts the hem of his slightly dirty white tee, bringing it to meet his forehead. and there, on display, his toned stomach. his skin was tanned, and hard. sweat beaded down the rough ridges of his abdomen.

and i wondered what it’d feel like watching my fingertips cascade down instead…

he takes a deep breath and the shirt falls back down.

damn.

he walks to the truck bed, unlatching it and climbing up. he pulls out hay bales. his knuckles tense, his biceps raging as he grabs onto the strings wrapped around the hay, his jaw clenching as he lifts them, tossing them into the grass below with a sharp grunt.

oh my god.

there’s about ten of them. and i watch him. just walk back and forth in the pickup, lifting them, grunting, jaw clenched, biceps… the biceps.

he hops off the truck and latches shut the pickup. and he finally glances up. at the porch, where i was. sitting quietly, apple in hand, frozen stuck between my teeth while i ogled.

i brought the apple down from my teeth and wiped at my lips, praying there wasn’t any drool as i look away quickly. i hear the gravel crunching under his boots as he walks toward me.

“y/n?” he asks, his voice like honey.

i turn my head, my eyebrows raising while i act surprised. “oh, hey, rafe.” i smile sweetly.

he grins, a slight snicker.

he totally saw me. shit.

“what’re you doin’ up so early?” he asks, biceps flexing as he crosses his arms over his chest.

i clear my throat. “oh, um, just went to pick some apples. i saw the tree from my bedroom window and they looked good, so.” i shrug, digging my teeth into the fruit.

“hm.” he looks over at the basket of apples, then i briefly noticed his eyes flick from the fruit between my lips to the soft braids in my hair, and the pale red sundress i’d thrown on.

“aren’t you cold?” he asks, a grin on his lips.

“no.” i shrug.

he just stares a moment longer, and i keep my gaze anywhere else.

“right.” he clears his throat. “can i have one?”

i look up at him. “one what?” my voice shakes slightly.

he chuckles. “the apples, sweetheart.”

my stomach did a flip. maybe two. sweetheart? this is insane.

“oh.” i whisper. “y-yeah.”

i was about to reach into the basket for one for him, but before i even could, he’d settled himself on the porch step next to me, reaching in for a fruit himself.

the apple looked comically tiny in his hand compared to mine. my eyes briefly flick over to him as i watch his jaw tick when he dives his teeth into the fruit.

“mm. sweet.” he mumbles between bites. “like you.”

i cough and sputter, my hand covering my mouth.

“jesus-“ he reaches over, sitting up, his hard palm placed on my upper back as he pats lightly. “breathe, y/n. you okay?”

i swallow the bite of fruit that nearly killed me. “yup. great.” i sputter, my wrist wiping at my lips. i feel the warmth of his hand on my back and i swear i almost choke again.

he chuckles, pulling his hand back. “careful. don’t die on me. that’d be pretty embarrassing, too. dying at the hand of an apple.”

a smile quirks at the corner of my lips and i just hum in response, taking another bite. he grins, a sickeningly charming grin. a small hum of a chuckle slipping past his lips as he leans back on the porch, biting into his fruit as we watch the sun rise.

this man was going to be the death of me.

#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe cameron imagines #obx fic #rafe cameron fluff #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron blurb #drew starkey #rafe cameron smut #protective rafe #drew starkey fluff #rafe cameron x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader

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b1mbodoll · 2 years ago

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i sent that reader baby trapping jake ask and saw someone ask abt the other way around and what if,,,they both had the intention of doing it to each other and it's just a rlly fucked up relationship ya know (giving netflix you vibes)

pairings: jake sim x f! reader

warnings: babytrapping + breeding + manipulation + stalking + dubcon + jealousy + panty sniffing + panty stealing + pregnancy ment + cervix fucking + daddy kink

💌: this has got to be my favorite idea yet omg???

the relationship you had with jake was confusing. it started off as the two of you fucking whenever you were horny, simple enough right? wrong. so wrong. the longer you two continued messing around, the deeper your infatuation with him grew, wanting nothing more than to be an official couple. but you couldn’t tell him, after all you were the one who told jake you didn’t want a relationship. he respected your wishes but every time he found himself in your bed, he couldn’t help but wonder what you’d do if he fucked you raw without warning. would you let him cum inside you? or make him pull out?

he was obsessed with you, scarily so, breaking into your apartment when you were out, seeking out your hamper and sniffing your dirty panties before ultimately deciding to stuff them in his pocket to take home. he was also constantly following you around at parties and scaring off any guys that tried their luck with you, hiding his anger behind kind eyes and a sweet smile thrown your way, asking if you wanted to head back to his house.

you knew, of course. how could you not? you were just as obsessed with jake, purposely leaving your panties on top of the rest of your clothes in the hamper, blushing when you realized they were missing because that meant jake had dropped by for a visit when you weren’t home. he was so focused on keeping other guys away he didn’t realize you had also been watching him at parties, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together while your eyes were locked on his clenched jaw, your pussy growing wetter by the second.

the two of you had snuck away from jay’s party, jake leading you to one of the guest bedrooms and locking the door behind you. “did you see the way sunghoon was looking at you tonight? fuck, i could kill him. who does he think he is?” he seethed, pushing you on the bed roughly. you could cum just from seeing how angry he was, “don’t worry ‘bout him jakey, ‘m only yours, promise. i’ll even let you fuck me without a condom this time.” the look on his face was comical, almost causing you to giggle at his reaction. “really? you’d let me do that?” he questioned. “mhm! just gotta pull out before you cum, ‘kay? don’t wanna get me pregnant right?” jake couldn’t believe this was happening, he had no intention of pulling out but he couldn’t tell you that so he just nodded, unable to voice his thoughts.

you were just as excited as jake, for weeks you’d stopped taking your birth control, planning to let him fuck you raw sometime soon and now that the time has come you needed to feel his bare cock inside of you. “please put it in, jakey. can’t wait anymore.” he wasted no time, coating his cock in your arousal and sliding deep inside, the two of you moaning as his lengthy cock hit your cervix. it wouldn’t be long before he came but he wanted to savor the feeling of your walls gripping his dick without a condom in the way, fucking you slowly, making sure you could feel every inch of him battering your cunt.

“you feel so good ‘round my cock, think you were made for me. made to take my cum, shit, i wanna fill you up so bad, sweetheart. can i?” he babbled, too pussydrunk to notice you’d already locked your legs around his hips in an effort to force his cock even deeper. “yeah jakey, you can cum. ‘m on the pill,” you lied, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your orgasm approaching. he sped up the pace, angling his cock in a way that made the tip hit the opening of your womb each time causing you to squeal, pussy creaming around him.

jake was already so close and the way your cunt was squeezing him drove him crazy, hips stilling as his cock spurted globs of thick, creamy cum so deep inside you, you thought there was no way he wasn’t successful in knocking you up. his mind was reeling after his own orgasm and all he could think of was how much he wanted you two to be exclusive, wishing somehow your birth control wouldn’t stop him from impregnating you.

you kept your legs around him even after he’d stopped moving, his cock keeping the obscene amount of cum from spilling out. “gonna make you a daddy, jakey, you can’t leave me now. ‘m so full, it has to work!” you couldn’t stop yourself from revealing your sick plan, muttering about how you weren’t on birth control anymore and how he’d be such a good daddy. jake wasn’t upset though, his cock hardening again inside of you, after all he had to make sure his girl was properly bred.

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ivyasproperty · 6 months ago

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You take my breath away.

wanda.m x fem!reader, wanda.m x vision, natasha.r x reader ( platonic, brief )

summary — you can't help with the way you feel, it's like you're being pulled towards her. but all you can do is watch from afar as she falls into his arms and your lungs can't help but grow with roses.

warning(s) — vision ( yes he is a warning. ), hanahaki disease, angst to fluff, i think that's it..

word count : 2.1k

A/N : this is my first fic! let me know if you have any suggestions or advice cuz i think i'd rlly need it >< enjoy!!! xoxo

men / minors dni!

You watched in silence as Wanda was once again swept away in his arms. She was once again cancelling movie night on you to go on a date with Vision. You'd expected this, her leaving you by yourself as she has the time of her life with the love of her life. As much as you wanted to hate her, you couldn't. Your heart longed for her.

As you watched Wanda get ready for her date with Vision, you couldn't help but feel breathless, but you didn't care, since you already knew the reason why. But maybe it was because of how stunning she looked tonight, her red satin dress reached her ankles, paired with black heels that elevated her look. She looked like she'd just got back from the met gala or something. You couldn't stay for long though, as your throat started to itch and you started getting the urge to cough.

You couldn't ignore it forever. The roses in your lungs were growing like vines climbing up an old tree. The petals red, just like her favorite color. It was quite ironic, you thought. The rose petals always reminded you of her whenever you coughed them up. The vibrant red of the them would always bring a smile of sadness on your face. You loved and hated it, you loved it because it reminded you of her, but hated it because you knew she didn't love you back.

You and Wanda had met before she even joined the avengers. You were a Hydra experiment, just like her. Whenever they would want to hurt her, drag her or maybe do even unspeakable things to her, you'd always be by her side to defend her, receiving the gruesome acts instead. After all the beating up, Wanda would always come out of the corner she scurried off to after yo defended her, checking up on your wounds, both physical and mental wounds. After making sure you weren't injured to the fact you'd bleed out, she'd pinky-promise you that'd she get you guys out of there. You always felt a fluttering feeling in your stomach whenever your pinky finger connected with hers, but you never thought much of it at the time since being locked in since you were a child, you never really knew what the feeling of love was.

After the Ultron incident and being accepted as avengers, Natasha Romanoff took you under her wing, training you and taking care of you whenever you felt like shit after Wanda dumped you to be with Vision. You couldn't understand why you were so upset at that, so you confided to Natasha about your feelings, she had told you with a pitying smile that you were in love, deeply in love in fact. You felt blood rush to your cheeks, you've never felt love, especially not when you were with Hydra, so this feeling was still new to you.

Back to the present, it was a few months after that conversation. You had already excused yourself to the bathroom multiple times to cough out the pedals. You bet that you would've been able to make an entire bouquet of flowers with the amount you had spit out. You felt light headed from all the blood you coughed up as well, and it showed because of your pale skin and dry lips. Wanda still hadn't realized though, too engrossed in picking out which necklace would bring out her jade-green eyes. 'The necklace on the right', you would've said, if not only for the roses climbing up your throat. You couldn't bear it anymore, running to the bathroom with teary eyes.

Wanda watched you bolt off with concern, her worried eyes watching you as you locked yourself in the bathroom once again. She sighed, not knowing what was wrong with you. She didn't want to read your mind, knowing it would be an invasion of your privacy, she'd pinky-promised you ( once again ) that she would never use her powers against you. She sighed once again, checking the time on her phone, realizing it was almost time for Vision to pick her up. She called out to you, telling you she was leaving, but received no reply. She frowned at that, no matter where you were in her apartment, be it the kitchen, the bathroom or her bedroom, you'd always reply to her. She left feeling a heaviness in her heart, not knowing why.

Once you heard the front door close, you started to cough more loudly, more violently. You held back when she was still in hearing-radius, and being the kind person you are, didn't want to worry her, so you kept your mouth shut. As you coughed up the pedals that were increasing by the day, you couldn't help but notice a new detail. Roots. Roots were starting to be coughed up. 'Not too long now', you thought. You've been preparing yourself for the worst already, knowing the end was unescapable. Hey, maybe when you do die, you could have a nice chat with your long-term friend, Lady Death. You'd had met Rio multiple times, on mission or when you were at Hydra. The near death experiences were no stranger to you.

Your coughs were loud enough to be heard from the kitchen, but you didn't care. Wanda wasn't here anyway, she was with Vision. Just thinking of him brought a different bitter taste to your mouth. You would always think to yourself, what does he have that you don't? Maybe it was that stupid stone in his head. But as long as Wanda was happy, you'd be satisfied. You continued to cough and spit out blood and roses, not knowing Wanda had come back inside the apartment after realizing she left her wallet behind.

As Wanda entered her apartment, she could hear the violent coughs you were letting out. She ran to the bathroom door, knocking violently, asking if you were okay. You wanted to reply to her, but you couldn't let out any noise besides the sounds of your coughing. You felt tears roll down your cheeks, not wanting Wanda to hear your suffering. If Wanda wasn't worried when she heard your violent coughing, she was worried now as she heard your not only coughing, but wheezing through the door now. She didn't know what happened to her but she felt a surge through her, and before you knew it, she had ripped the door down. Her gaze quickly laid on you, and the roses in the toilet bowl. She knew right away what it meant. You looked at her, bewildered at the fact she had just ripped her door down. You followed her gaze to the toilet bowl, now noticing another new detail. Or maybe details, plural tense would suit it better anyway since they were not only leaves but thorns too. It was a full and complete rose at this point.

Wanda got on her knees, not caring that her dress might've ripped from the impact. She shouted at you, telling you to tell her who did this to you. You looked at her with you tear stained cheeks and bloody lips, giving her a tight lipped smile which you'd showed her so many times. You heard another pair of footsteps not too long later, looking up just to see Vision. 'Oh, that's right, they were supposed to go on a date', you thought, you couldn't help but look at Wanda with a blank stare, the ringing in your ears too loud to hear what she was saying, or shouting, you couldn't tell. And before you knew it, all you could see was pitch black.

You woke up to the blinding lights of the medical room in the compound, you were used to it, being in here multiples times after missions has made you feel at peace in the quiet atmosphere. You could hear the faint beeping of the heart monitor, but you weren't focused on that, what you were focused on was the weight on your side.

You craned your neck down, surprised to see a sleeping Wanda by your side, you couldn't help the fluttering in your chest from coming back, but that feeling very quickly turned to confusion. Wasn't she supposed to be on a date with her dearly beloved toaster? ( i couldn't help it. ) You looked around the room, your eyes laying on the clock, ' 9.30 PM' it read. You looked back at Wanda, surprised to see her already awake and looking back at you. Her eyes quickly welled with tears, knowing she almost lost you to some disease caused by one sided love. She didn't know why but she felt like her world had almost crashed down on her when you passed out on the bathroom floor with petals and roots still in your mouth. She had never felt that upset before in her life, ever. Not even when she had to blow a whole through Visions head, which she didn't do after finding a way to stop Thanos without killing her love. But she felt on edge, she had never felt this upset before. Not with Vision, which was supposed to be her soulmate, but with you, her partner in crime, her defender, her best friend. Wanda didn't know why but she felt a sting when she said the last term. It was then that she realized, she was in love with you. Not with Vision, but with you, she always had, and always will she concluded.

"Who is it?" "What? What do you mean?", you replied. "The person you're in love with, whoever they are, they're a full for not loving you back. Because of them you have this diseas-", you tuned out her voice halfway through her sentence, sure watching her rambling on was cute as hell, but you were focused on her worried face, why was she worried? Sure you were her best friend, but there was a different look on her usual worried face, it was as if it was full of love.... 'No, it can't be', you thought. But your thoughts were cut off as yo were sent into another coughing fit. Wanda shut up immediately and assisted in your breathing with her powers, the itchiness and soreness of your throat fading away, but still lingering there.

"Why are you here?", you said. "What do you mean why am I here? You literally passed out on my bathroom floor!" "Yeah, all because of you!", you shouted. You looked at her with widen eyes after realizing what you had said, she had the exact same expression on her face. "M-me? What do you mean because of me?" You looked away, not wanting to face her. Wanda clearly didn't like that, and used her fingers to grip you chin to make you look at her. Her eyes screamed at you for an explanation. You sighed, guess it was time to finally let the cat out of the bag. "Fine, the reason I even have this godforsaken disease is because of you. Yes, you. Don't act as if you're so surprised, you should've known, but no! You were too busy spending your oh so precious time with some red fucking toaster. Do you not get it Wanda? I love yo-" You couldn't even register your surroundings as Wanda pulled you in for a kiss, the feeling of her soft pink lips colliding with yours was a feeling you never wanted to forget.

After parting lips, you looked at her in a daze. Wanda lightly giggled at that, your dazed look embedded into her mind. "W-what was that?! What about Vision!? Why are you even here anyway, you're supposed to be on a dat-" "Do you ever stop talking about him? I cancelled the date with Vision, I never loved him, I've always loved you." You looked at her, still trying to register her words, after doing so, you started to panic, just as you were about to say something, you felt your chest become lighter, the itchiness and soreness in your throat disappearing into thin air. The amount of fresh air caused you to cough again, not used to breathing in fresh air after such a long time.

The feeling of fresh air in your lungs caused to to look up after your coughing fit, looking at Wanda with shocked eyes. She looked at you with a smile that screamed just what you wanted it to scream, "I love you, I always have, I always will". You didn't hesitate to pull her in for another kiss, one that took both her and your breath away, but in a good way.

She was finally yours, your Wanda. And you were finally hers, her defender, her hero.

A/N : i had so much fun writing this!!! i hope you guys enjoyed this, but since this is my first fic there's for sure some errors, feel free to give any advice or suggestions!!!

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x vision #wanda x vision #wanda maximoff #marvel #hanahaki disease #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x you #ivyawrites.ᐟ #first post

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mihii-i · 10 months ago

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your girlfriend is very pretty.

Pairings: navia x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, reader has rlly bad gay panic, like holy shit she’s actually my gf type stuff, wlw, girls kissing omg??literally one mention of sex and that’s it, desire to punt a little boy like a football, can be considered a crackfic lol??? even though I don’t know exactly what a crackfic is supposed to be, not proofread.

A/N: YESSS NOW WHAT I WANNA WRITE also yes this is based off of that one meme where the kid says “well your gf’s rlly pretty”

Swishes of cascading water filled the air, the pleasant sound circling the atmosphere of Fontaine and fitting the clear blue skies. Your eyes squinted slightly as Navia’s honey blonde hair fluttered into your face, grazing the tip of your nose. Both of your hands were firmly gripping onto each other, the tip of your fingers brushing along her dark gloved hands.

Both of you had just decided to take a walk through the streets of Fontaine, various stands up on the streets catching your eye occasionally, while Navia would just drag your arm and laugh whenever you got stuck looking over at something. Her freehand reached up to clutch the end of the wavering fabric of her hat to keep it down, as it flowed upward from the profoundly warm breeze swaying her clothing and hair.

Navia’s sea blue eyes traced along every corner of Fontaine as she pulled you along, only causing you to let out a sweet laugh in response to each tug of your arm forward. Her sweet smile only made your heart thump in your chest subtly, her grin being near infectious as her energy only made you let out a small laugh of your own and follow her along.

“(Name)? Are you even listening to me-?”

You blinked, only seeing Navia’s casted shadow from the sun behind her, along with her alluring frame face to face with you. Bringing your palm to your lips, you furrowed your brows from embarrassment and shook your head, a sheepish look crossing your features. Navia only responded with a small huff, which quickly progressed into a soft laugh from your beautiful girlfriend.

“I said that I’m going to go pick up a pastry for us. Any preferences?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You smiled and shook your head, keeping yourself composed. “Nah, I trust your taste, Navia.” You joked, earning an amused chuckle from your girlfriend as she nudged your shoulder lightly before turning her back to head into the shop to pick something up for the two of you.

For a moment, you just stood there awkwardly, face slightly flushed as she left you by yourself. As everyone around you kept moving, your brain was in absolute scrambles when you thought about Navia. Was this a dream? You were really dating this woman? On top of that she treats you like a radiant goddess? Are you in reality- hello?

Your mind detached itself from reality at this moment, darting to your own unwavering thoughts spinning in your brain. She would always comfort you when you needed it, make sure you were okay, and check up on you frequently. Your eyes would relax and your shoulders would droop as you leaned into her touch grazing your cheek. Her face would look absolutely enchanting under any dim golden lighting, her eyes like a deep pool of water that surrounded Fontaine as you gazed into them.

The way you would flutter your eyes shut and tilt your hand into her cheek whenever the words “I love you” fell from her pink, glossy lips. The way you would quietly whisper it back while your gaze was locked onto hers with a deep longing, her touch bringing an almost immediate comfort to your senses no matter the situation. And let’s not forget when her name would spill out of you repeatedly like a prayer whenever she was bare and towering over you, flushed skin stuck to yours as her soft lips found their way onto your chest..

You immediately paused, eyes widening as you cleared your throat to yourself to compose your thoughts when you realized what you were thinking about. At that exact moment, Navia stepped out of the store holding two paper boxes in one hand as she found her way back to your side.

“What’d you get?”

“I’ll keep that a surprise until we get home.” She responded, still holding both boxes in one hand as she used her free hand to lace between yours. Letting out a mellow sigh, you only smiled, tightening your fingers between hers. “Well, I do trust you, Navia. You never disappoint after all.”

Before you two could begin to walk, a small tug on the cloth of your shirt made you halt in your tracks for a moment, head spinning around abruptly to see nobody behind you. Your face wrinkled up in confusion, before you felt the pull again, and looked down. Looking up at you was a young boy, probably aged around eight or nine. His eyes darted between you and Navia, gaze seemingly innocent as he tilted his head back to meet your face. You raised an eyebrow, confusion etched on your face as to why this kid would randomly stop you. You certainly weren’t his mother or anything. “Can I..help you?”

He fidgeted with his hands slightly, palms clasped together as he played around with his fingers and looked down periodically. It took a moment before he finally opened his mouth slowly to reply to your upfront question.

“Uhm…who’s that lady with you…?”

He mumbled shyly, now playing around with the hem of his shirt. You paused, holding back a snort of laughter at the kid’s random and simple question. Yet, you held yourself back for the sake of not embarrassing him, and leaned down.

“Ah. That’s my girlfriend, little man.”

“Your girlfriend is very pretty…”

Say what-?

You knew better. He was just a kid and he was just giving her a compliment. You were an adult, there was no need to get jealous over a little kid. Letting out an awkward chuckle, you looked over to the side uncomfortably, trying to not let your facial expression slip in any way to reveal anything. It was just an innocent compliment from a little boy.

“Aha..yeah she is! She’s gorgeous and very sweet! I’m lucky to be with someone like her-“

“Can I marry her?”

His cut off made your face immediately contort with a strong distaste, stirring up a defensive apprehension right away. You wanted to squat down to his level and flick his forehead, along with spitting an annoyed ‘now listen here you little shit-‘ to him. Upon seeing your irked expression, Navia sighed, placing a hand onto your shoulder as she pushed you back so she could kneel before the boy.

“Sorry to crush your hopes, but I’m already going to marry this gorgeous woman over here. But you’ll find someone, I promise.”

The kid’s expression grew dejected, yet he nodded in understanding as Navia gestured him to go about his day. Your eyebrows raised in surprise and sucking in a breath between your teeth bashfully. Navia’s shoulder brushed against yours as she rose to her full height, her appearance still rested and gentle. The boy kicked away to leave you two alone, disappearing off into the distance to mind his own business. A sudden whimper left you as your cheek was pinched between Navia’s slender fingers, eyes screwed shut and letting out a string of repeated “ow’s.”

“And you, sweetheart. He’s just a child. No need to get all defensive over me from some boy who isn’t even in the double digits!” she scolded, causing you to nod frantically as your head was pulled off to the side. “Yes! I get it! Just let go!”

Navia parted her fingers quickly, releasing your cheek with a proud expression on her face, while you just stood there, palm massaging the blistered skin of your cheek and flexing your jaw. She only smiled and took your hand once more, leaning over to press her smooth lips against your cheek. The contact only served to fluster you more, eyes squeezing shut and lips pursed as you tried to stay calm and collected from the beautiful woman—who was in fact your girlfriend—kissing your cheek.

“We’ll head home to eat these pastries, and I’m all yours for the rest of the day, alright sweetheart?”

A/N: I’m aware there’s other requests (I just finished my inbox reqs but idk how yall got here this fast) but I’m working on what I want for sometimes so I’ll get to my inbox when I feel like it 🕯️

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin writing #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin x you #navia x reader #genshin navia #navia #genshin impact navia #navia caspar #navia genshin #navia genshin impact #gi navia #wlw

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 1 year ago

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Ethan Landry x Reader with the bestfriends brother trope (Quinn and reader are bestfriends, I just rlly want a story like this🌚) can have smut tyyy

Ahhh I love a friends-based smut. I hope you like it❤️

Temptation - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Part 2, Part 3

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You're Quinn's best friend, who can't hold back their urges for Ethan any longer.

A/N: This was so much fun to write. I love a good 'Fucking your best friends brother' smut

You and Quinn were sitting on her couch, watching a rom-com. The main actor in the movie was one she thought was very attractive.

“Would you fuck him? ‘Cause I’d totally fuck him,” she said, as the actor was on the screen wearing nothing but a towel.

“Yeah, would you fuck him?” you heard from the doorway.

“Ethan, shut up,” Quinn said, annoyed with her brother’s presence.

He sat down on the sectional with the two of you.

“Can we watch something else?” he asked, sick of seeing the horrible attempt at a steamy scene on the TV.

“No, go watch something in your room,” Quinn snapped, before he stood up.

He saw the remote sitting beside her, so he darted for it. She grabbed it before he could, passing it to you before you jumped up, running with it.

Ethan chased you through the kitchen, then back towards the living room. You jumped back on the couch, placing the remote behind you. He tackled onto you, trying to grab the remote. The feeling of his hands running under your back and him on top of you was enough to make you want him right then and there.

He managed to take the remote, but as he pulled his hands out, he ran one over the curve of your ass. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling, not wanting him to get off you. As he stood up, the smirk on his face told you that the action was intentional.

He went back to the other end of the couch, changing the movie to something scary. Quinn rolled her eyes but refused to give him the satisfaction of feeling like he won, so she talked shit about his movie selection until it was over.

As you guys sat at the dinner table, listening to everyone talk about their day, you and Ethan kept exchanging glances.

“Ethan, quit checking out my friend, and pass the bread,” she said, causing a blush to spread across your cheeks.

“Shut up,” he muttered, as his sister took the dish from him.

“Don’t tell me to shut up,” she snarled, as he pulled out his phone, typing something.

“No phones at the table, Ethan. You know that. I don’t care if you are getting ready to start college, that doesn’t mean you get to start breaking the rules,” their dad said.

“Sorry,” he said, sliding the phone back in the pocket of his jeans.

After dinner, you check your phone. You see that you had a new message on Instagram.

Ethan: Come to my room after Quinn falls asleep.

You smiled at the message, quickly locking your phone to get back to Quinn. The two of you finished the movie you started watching before Ethan stole the remote earlier, and she was starting to get sleepy.

“I need to go to bed, like right now,” she said, her eyes struggling to stay open.

“Me too,” you fake yawned as you went back to her room.

Once she was asleep for a while, you pulled out your phone to message Ethan.

You: Still up?

Ethan: Yeah, you coming?

You quietly snuck out of her bed, tiptoeing to the door. It squeaked a little as you opened it, your head snapping towards Quinn to make sure it didn’t wake her up. You gently shut it, before going to the room two doors down.

“Hey,” you said, quietly making your way over to him.

“I thought she’d never fall asleep,” he said, sitting up.

His room was dimly lit by the light on the bedside table, and you noticed all the cliché dorky things you’d expect to find in his room.

“I had to wait a little bit to make sure she wouldn’t wake up the second I tried to sneak out,” you said, sitting down beside him.

“Yeah, I definitely wouldn’t want her to know that her best friend is sneaking in here to spend time with me,” he laughed.

“Why did you want me to come in here, anyway?” You asked, leaning back on hit bed, sitting on your elbows.

He didn’t say anything as he turned towards you, pushing you down on the bed. His lips were on yours, and you felt yourself getting more wet by the second. As he moved his lips over your jaw and down your neck, you started to moan.

“Hey, you have to be quiet,” he whispered, before continuing to kiss you. You choked back every single moan that threatened to fall from your lips, which kept getting harder to do.

You felt him reach for the hem of your shirt, lifting it. You sat up a little so he could pull off the shirt over your head. His eyes widened as he stared at your bare chest. He kissed further down, grabbing one of your breasts in his hand as he swirled his tongue over your nipple. Still trying so hard not to make any noise, you covered your mouth with your hand. He switched to the other side, repeating his actions before kissing down your stomach, stopping right above your pajama shorts.

“Is this okay?” he asked, gently lifting the waistband of the shorts.

You nodded. He slowly slid the shorts and your panties down in one motion, the new exposure to him making your head spin.

“Perfect,” he whispered, running a finger through your wet pussy.

He watched your face as he repeated his actions, your brows furrowing every time he touched your clit.

“Quit teasing me,” you whined softly.

He slid a finger inside you, still intently watching your face. When he added a second one, your hand slapped back over your mouth in attempts to muffle your moans.

“That feel good, baby?” he asked, you quickly nodded.

He leaned forward to attack your clit with his mouth. The sounds that flew out of your mouth were starting to get a lot louder. Ethan laughed against you, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at you with his free hand. You quickly put it over your face, letting all your whines out into that. It muffled them a lot better, meaning Ethan could fuck you harder with his fingers.

As he pumped them in and out of you at a quicker pace, your toes started to curl against the sheets. That coil in the pit of your stomach got tighter and tighter, until it finally snapped. You cried out into the pillow as your orgasm hit, your hips bucking as he struggled to hold you down.

You removed the pillow from your face, a dazed fucked-out smile playing on your lips.

“God that was amazing,” you said, as he crawled back up to his original place on the bed.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, gently stroking your hair.

You sat up and slung one leg over him. He was wearing nothing but flannel pajama pants, and you could feel his hardened cock through them as you grinded against him. His mouth fell open, holding your hips as you gasped at the material of his pants rubbing against your clit.

“I think those need to come off,” you whispered.

You raised up a little so he could slide the pants down, his cock springing free against his stomach.

“Fuck,” you said lowly, mouth watering at the size.

“Think you can take it?” he smirked.

You grabbed him, lining him up with your entrance as you slowly sank down. As you sat on him adjusting to the size, he leaned his head forward, flicking your nipples with his tongue. He kissed up your chest and neck, before kissing your lips. You kissed him back, the ferocity of it making you more wet than you already were.

As you moved your hips, the grip he had on you tightened.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he said, pupils blown out as he watched you.

“Then..unf…why didn’t you act on this sooner,” you said between gasps.

“You’re forbidden fruit,” you smirked at his words, thinking about your best friend that’s down the hall.

You started to bounce on him quicker, chasing your orgasm. He let go of one of your hips to rub your clit. When your sounds got louder, he placed one of your hands on your clit, while his hand covered your mouth. His large hand muffled all your moans as your second orgasm of the night crept up, your hips stuttering as you cried out.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said, tapping your thighs to get you to lift off of him. He released all over his stomach and your thighs. You swiped one of your fingers through it, popping it in your mouth. The innocence on your face as you did it made him want to immediately go for round two, but the both of you were tired.

After the both of you cleaned up, you snuggled up in his bed with him, your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

“Do you think Quinn would kill me if I asked you to go to dinner with me?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Oh, she’d have your head in a jar,” you giggled.

He ran his fingers down your back, the soothing motions almost putting you to sleep.

“I need to go back to Quinn’s room,” you whispered, not really wanting to but knowing she really would have Ethan’s head in a jar if she saw you two naked in his bed.

“I like this though, I don’t want it to end,” he sighed, as you sat up.

“I like it, too. I do stay over a lot though…” you trailed off, the smile on his face letting you know that he would want to do this again.

“One of these days, I’ll convince Quinn to let me have you,” he said, jumping up with you as you both put your clothes back on.

He walked you to the door, kissing you before you left. You crept back into Quinn’s room, crawling back into your designated side of her queen-sized bed. You soon dozed off.

The next morning at breakfast, you and Quinn were talking as Ethan sat down at the table. She rolled her eyes.

“So, there’s this guy I’m talking to. He has a friend that you should meet. I’m going out with him tonight, you should come with,” she said.

Ethan’s face fell as he listened to her talk.

“I think I’ll pass, but I did say I was spending the weekend with you, so maybe I could hang out here while you’re gone?” you said, taking a bite out of the fruit on your plate. Ethan’s facial expression perked back up.

“Yeah, but it’ll just be you and Ethan. I’ll probably be out late since dad has to work. I know he won’t be waiting up on me,” she said, as you and Ethan exchanged your glances.

“That’s cool, we could watch a movie or something.” He nodded, eating a piece of bacon.

After breakfast, you had another message on Instagram.

Ethan: I can’t stop thinking about you

#ethan landry smut #ethan landry #smut #scream smut

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he-calls-me-kitten · 2 years ago

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Ah, thank god <33

Since I don't have the balls to write this myself -- what about the bros with a very flirtatious reader-? One that just teases them non-stop throughout the whole day, and the bros punish them for it-?

(Ik this is a rlly boring idea but AKSKDKSNS)

First of all, it's not boring AT ALL! Do you know how much I love it when MC takes charge??? And this right here???!!! THIS IS GOLDEN HEHEHE! We need more confident flirty representation okay!!

No Rest for the Loving

Seriously you could be the biggest tease in all three realms. They thought they had seen everything with Asmo, but lo and behold, came along you. It was quite literally, getting harder to live with you in the same house. But there's only so much they can hold back until their patience runs out.

Lucifer face palms as you take a seat on his lap, offering to 'help with paperwork'. You've not even shifted yet, but he's already stimulated - knowing your cheeky tricks. And the fact that you've been constantly doing it the entire day. First in the meeting room and now in his room.

"You look extra tired. Look at all the lines on your forehead." You hold his face tenderly, pretending to kiss it better. "Ahaha, you look so much better when you're flushed red."

"Hmph, is that so?" Lucifer glanced up towards his door to see if it was locked. "In that case, you might look better like this." Papers flew and pens and quills scattered and fell off the desk as he placed you on it and laid you down.

You brace yourself as he grinds against you mercilessly. You throw your head back when you're almost at your climax and then he pulls back. You groan into your hands because you know he won't be relieving you for a while.

Mammon grumbled under his breath as he hung from the ceiling, waiting for you to stop laughing. "Are ya done laughing your head off yet? Can you get me down already?"

"Oh come on, you're asking me to go against Lucifer's orders to keep you like this, atleast let me have my fun won't you?" You cooed, running a finger down his chiselled abs exposed from hanging upside down.

"Oi! I told you to stop that! This is the fourth time! What's with you and my stomach anyway?!" He blushed furiously, his skin on fire from your fingers.

"I just like how it feels." You answered cheekily, as you untied him from the ropes. "Now there, all done. Now we're even."

"No..." You were about to leave when you felt his arm wrap around your waist, the other hand cupping your bottom. Squeezing and groping it as he pleased, it sent electricity up your spine. "We'll be even after I'm done with my turn."

"Ack! There's no way! I can't possibly win against you!" Leviathan said as he lost another round of the staring contest with you. "Also is it really okay for you to sit there and have an ice cream during this?!"

"What's wrong with the ice cream, I got you the Ruri one in your favourite flavour too didn't I?" You said, deliberately making a big show of eating the stick of ice cream in a erotic way. "My, my what are you imagining in that head of yours, Levi?"

Levi turned even redder at the accusation. Oh shit. Had you caught him staring at your tongue the whole time? "I'm not imagining anything! And besides you..." He racked his brain for a good one liner, inspireed by his many romance novels."Besides you couldn't handle me anyway!"

"Oh, do you want a tongue-off to put it to the test?" You regretted suggesting that seconds later. Now your endless moans were muffled by his long forked tongue invading your mouth. You tried to surrender the fight, grabbing his shirt in fistfuls, but he only shoved his tongue deeper inside in crazed frenzy, holding you firmly in place. This wasn't a fight you could ever win as his tail entered the picture too

Satan was trying so hard to hide how flustered he was. "MC, this is just getting silly now." He said trying very hard not to start gazing down at you just sitting on the floor, between his legs, head resting on his thigh. The cat ears on your head didn't help either.

"But I'm not even doing anything." You said with mock innocence, as if you hadn't made a show of crawling to him on all fours and plopped your head dangerously close to his growing arousal. "Oh, am I to blame for this?"

You turned around and grazed your hand on his crotch. He grabbed your wrist but didn't push your hand away. "Oh my, you could totally mess up my insides with this. If you know how to use it of course."

"Sure, I'll show you what I can do if you can put that pretty little mouth to use." You tried very hard to be confident but it all went down the drain now that you whimpered with his length hitting the back of your throat. He was determined not to let you walk for the next few days.

Outdoing Asmo in terms of teasing was no easy feat, but you managed it anyway. You combined his love for fashion and you very efficiently by wearing the most enticing thing you could find in his wardrobe.

All he had to do was walk in and see you sprawled on his bed, fidgeting with your phone. He gasped, dropping his many shopping bags - an impatient frenzy in his eyes.

"It seems you really like what you see." You chuckled at the obvious reaction his pants were too tight to hide. Within seconds he was on top of you, leaving lipstick stains over your exposed skin and somehow skillfully fucking you with the outfit still on. It was after the first 8 rounds you realised what a mistake you'd made.

"Oh no MC, don't drift off just yet! There's a few more outfits I'd like to fuck you in." He said, pulling you onto his lap. Your head lulled to the side, resting on his shoulder. What the hell were you thinking tempting the Avatar of Lust?

The one thing you learnt about the twins is that you cannot tempt them while they are in the same room. Whether they take turns or tag team to pleasure you, you are always unable to function properly for the next few days.

Belphie takes his revenge by lazily thrusting inside you, constantly dangling you over the edge of your release.

You beg and plead but he doesn't increase his speed until the very end, where even his hands add to the party. "See how easy it is to turn the tables on you? You thought I'd let you go easy after how grinded against me in the crowded bus?"

Beel goes quiet, even apologetic right before he goes feral. As if he knows exactly how badly he's going to ruin you.

The thing about the way he overstimulates you with tongue is that you can't tell if he's being deliberate or if his hunger is just that intense. And you never ever know when he's going to be full. "I'm sorry MC, one last time I promise...it's hard to resist your taste... especially since you offered..."

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me Belphie #obey me ask

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ryngzmn · 6 months ago

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‧ ͡ ⊹ . | NEW BOTS

characters included (in order): evan buckley, dean winchester, eddie diaz

a/n: these aren’t rlly new…. but I wanted to put smth out for compensation for not working on any fics!

also, for anyone new to how I set up these ‘new bots’ posts just click the ₊˚ෆ to get sent to the app/website! <3

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₊˚ෆ | evan buckley — baby sitting | “ …An offer you gladly accepted. Now, it was kind of late — 9:03 P.M. to be exact — Buck had been babysitting your kid the whole day since you had a pretty busy shift. When Buck heard you enter through the front door, he immediately perked up and looked at you from his position on the couch. “ | [parent!user]

₊˚ෆ | evan buckley — everyday shopping | “…Eventually, you got tired of it and dragged him out of his apartment, forcing him to come with you grocery shopping so you could buy him — and yourself, but mainly him — some food for home ‘Why did you drag me here again?’ Buck complained tiredly, looking at the shelves with disinterest. “

₊˚ෆ | dean winchester — three forbidden words | “ …You two were laying on the bed of the stuffy motel room, finished with the.. late night activity you two just did. ‘I love you..’ Dean suddenly mumbled in a quiet tone, briefly looking at you. As soon as he saw the perplexed expression on your face, he knew he messed up. He quickly sat up and pulled on his boxers to lock himself in the bathroom, leaving you sitting there stunned. “

₊˚ෆ | eddie diaz — pile-up | “ …Eddie had noticed one car that was completely smashed on one side, but he recognized the plate. It was your license plate. ‘Shit..’ Eddie cursed his breath, immediately making his way over to the car. “

₊˚ෆ | eddie diaz — first date | “… It, of course, took a little bit of convincing from all of the 118, Carla and even Christopher to finally ask you out; to which you fortunately said yes. Now, you two had arrived at some fancy restaurant where you two were really hitting it off, the conversation flowing effortlessly. Although, you guys had taken a pause in your conversation when the food came out to eat. ‘So.. how’s the food?’ Eddie asked, a tinge of awkwardness laced in his voice. “

#ayla makes bots #ayla writes #911 fandom #911 abc #911 show #supernatural #spn #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #eddie diaz #eddie díaz #eddie diaz x reader

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kiokos · 1 month ago

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A SOCCER PLAYER’S DREAM

Sypnosis: F/N L/N, isagi's childhood best friend, recently started football. Turns out, they were a prodigy nobody could have seen coming. But it looks like someone's little brother caught their eye.

Genre: Enemies/rivals to lovers, crack, lowk angsty if you squint, cringe sometimes, romance

Warnings: kainess mention, Kaiser is a warning himself😭, a lot of swearing in the beginning, ooc rin tbh, writing part is rlly short, not proofread

This will be the last a soccer player’s dream chapter, I genuinely hope yall enjoyed it<33

Taglist: @kaikaidenkai @ihe4rtme @x3nafix

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‘Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.’ You thought as the number showed up on the screen. You scored 2 goals. 2 goals against kaiser. This was actually happening. This isn’t a dream, this was reality. You were about to be a member of blue lock. Your whole entire career - no, your whole entire future has just been decided.

You were lost in thought, worries creeping up. ‘Am I even qualified to be here?’ ‘Wasn’t that just a lucky goal?’ ‘Kaiser probably went easy on me..’ ‘i’m gonna become a professional soccer player.’ And millions of other thoughts flooded your mind before you felt a sudden weight shift and you hit the ground.

‘Ah.. it’s just isagi.’

He was shaking you while yelling “YOU DID IT! OH MY GOD, YOU WON AGAINST THAT RAT!” You snickered at the nickname he gave kaiser because honestly you agreed with him. Who the fuck did his hair??

Kaiser rolled his eyes, obviously pissed he lost to a “newbie”. He paused, and mumbled a “not bad for an amateur. But sheiße(shit), I can’t believe I lost to rin’s lapdog.” You were about to say something back, but someone beat you to it(for once in your life lol.)

“She’s not my fucking lapdog, unlike you and your little ness.” He shooted back as he helped you up and away from isagi (who he was glaring at the whole game.) “you should learn to shut the fuck up, you half-assed fake emperor.” He paused before saying, “and don’t call her a lapdog, since you’re really just insulting yourself. After all, who would loose to a mere lapdog, am I right?” You snickered while kaiser simply shot a glare at rin and left the room. Probably to angrily make out with ness, you thought.

Rin paused as he looked back at you, ears slightly red. SLIGHTLY. He sighed, looking at you as he said, “I’ll get you settled into the room. I’m so sorry for what’s about to go down. We sleep in the same dorm as the rest of the blue lock and PXG players excluding loki, so…” he looked tired of them just by mentioning them, while you were just confused and surprised. What could be so bas that the glorious rin itoshi would be apologizing? It can’t be THAT bad, can it..?

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Yup. You now completely understood why he was telling you he was sorry, because this was fucking hell. Shidou was having a pillow fight with charles, karasu and zantetsu were arguing over something dumb, tokimitsu was trying to not go into panic mode, and nanase was trying to get everyone to shut up because you just got here… what a pleasure.

“Oh… uhm….” If this was a “we listen and we don’t judge” thing, you would listen and TELL the judge because what the FUCK was going on right now… you were about to settle into your little corner until fucking shidou decided it was a good idea to jump on you (you didn’t mind, but that isn’t the point.) “TWINNN YOU’RE FINALLY HERE! KNEW YOU WERE GONNA BEAT THAT GERMAN LOOSER!” He yelled while spinning you around and holding you like that one scene in the lion movie(In which I lowkey forgot the name of…)

“Put her down, shidou.” A harsh voice was heard from behind shidou, and all he did was scoff and pull you in closer. “Bet you’re just jealous, rinrin!” “Jealous of what exactly? You and your poor excuse of an ego? No thanks, i’ll pass.” Shidou seemed pissed off but simply ignored rin and turned his attention back to you, in which you said: “Well… hello to you too, shidou…?” “Call me ryusei!” “Right, right- hello to you too, ryusei.” “Damn, that turned me on!” “WHAT?” “I MEAN WE’RE GONNA GET ALONG😅😅😅”

Andd that pretty much sums up your whole entire conversation with shidou before nanase, zantetsu, karasu and the others actually quieted down to introduce themselves and to hear you introduce yourself. It was pretty calm for the most part, ignoring how they were having a war when you first stepped into the room…

As everyone left the room because they had shit to get done, you and rin were left alone. You paused, an awkward silence settling in before you mumbled a “so, uhm… wanna practice?” He looked at you, hesitant for a few seconds or so before nodding and holding your hand before stepping out of the room to go practice.

As you guys were practicing, you noticed how unusually quiet he was. ‘Whats up with him…?’ You thought, before scoring another goal against him (it was 2-4. He scored 4 goals against you.) you took a breath and decided it was about time to ask him. “Hey, what’s up with you? You’re more quiet than usual.” “I think I like you.” “WHAT?!” “What?” “RIN???” “Who’s rin?”

You stood there like an NPC in a game, your mouth hung open with his whole entire body facing the wall (opposite to you), and you could barely even get a word in before he said “Forget what I said. Don’t feel like you’re entitled to like me back.” You pauses as you looked at him and sighed, eyes softening slightly. No more of your usual goofy personality, this was you- the quiet you, atleast. “I think I like you too.” “What.” “What.” “Y/n WHAT.” “WHO’S Y/N? THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER Y/N’S IN THE WORLD, SURELY YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT ONE OF THEM!” You noticed how he paused for just a second before saying “yeah, there are a lot of other y/n’s in the world, but none of them are you.”

And that made your heart absolutely melt - well, putting aside everything else about him that made your heart explode. He’s so fucking sweet, you just wanna bite his cheeks.(cuteness aggression is a real thing chat💔💔) he put his hand on the back of his neck, rubbing it slightly. “Not to mention that none of them are a soccer prodigy… and none of them are as stupidly funny and hilariously dumb as you.” He paused, hesitating before saying something completely out of character for someone like rin. “And none of them can make me feel the kind of way you do.”

He looked at you with this somewhat scared or nervous look in his eye. He never expected someone like you to like someone like… him. You paused, unsure of what to say. The tension was high, and you hesitated before walking a little too close to rin. His breath hitched, feeling you getting closer and closer. Before he knew it, he was leaning in, and so were you. Neither of you knew what to say, but you still knew what to do. His hands found your waist, as if it felt like something natural.

He leaned in closer before stopping right as he was about to kiss you, looking into your eyes for a few seconds: as if asking for approval. you leaned it slightly closer, and that was the only consent he needed before crashing his lips onto yours. You two stayed like this for a few seconds before he pulled away and muttered ‘we should probably get going before the others think we’re doing something weird.’

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As he left to go to the bathroom - you pulled your phone out.

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