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nymphoniah · 4 months ago

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smoking out the window 🚬

i cant lie this fic is very self indulgent, but i had to share with y'all hehe <3 basically just smoking with logan, sitting in his lap, and yall end up gettin’ down and FREAKYYY.

pairing: old man!logan x afab!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW (minors DNI, 18+ only), smoking, pet names (bub, baby princess, etc.), old man!logan, boyfriend!logan, teasing, oral sex (male receiving), gagging, hair pulling, cumplay, cum swallowing, skull fucking

you’re seated criss-crossed in front of the fire escape, window cracked slightly ajar. you take a long inhale of your cigarette, letting the smoke sit in your mouth for a second before puffing out the rest through your nose.

your lips pull away from the filter, now tinted pink and slightly shiny from your lip gloss. you look over your shoulder to see logan let out a small chuckle, taking a drag from his cigar. you roll your eyes at him, tapping the end of your cigarette against the ashtray placed between you.

“yknow i already tried cigars… they’re just too big for me”. logan looks at you with a raised brow, a smug smile slowly creeping upon his face. you took a moment to process what you said, and how wrong it sounded out of context.

“hey! get your mind out of the gutter. you know what i mean,” you quipped, quickly taking a puff of your cigarette, playfully exhaling into his face to recant.

logan pays no mind to your games, simply shooing away the smoke with his free hand. “whatever you say bub…” he chuckles out, looking at you with a content smile.

he takes another hit from his cigar before sizing you up with his grim eyes. you were wearing a pair of sleep shorts, short enough to leave no room for imagination, with one of logan's flannels that you messily buttoned up this morning draping over your shoulders.

the domesticity of it all is what riled logan up. seeing you dressed up in his clothes, cuddled up in your small, but cozy, apartment bedroom, seated right in front of the fire exit. considering how hectic his life once was, nothing could compare to this.

“try it one more time, baby,” he requests, his pointer and middle finger signaling to come over to him. you rolled your eyes and reluctantly crawled your way over to him. he taps his lap with both hands, and you cozily fit into the thick embrace of his thighs.

you already know where this is going. he's done it once, and he'll do it again. you pursed your lips, your eyes quickly glancing over at his cigar, then promptly meeting his teasing gaze.

“c’mon, just about half of it is left. finish it with me, yeah?” he says with a sultry tone, tilting his head to the side.

“only cause you asked so nicely.” you replied, pressing your lips to the temple of his forehead, your left hand steadying yourself against his hips before you ruffle up his pointed tufts of hair with your right.

seating yourself back in his lap, you took the cigar from his hand, taking it in your own. you guide his calloused hand to the hem of your sleep shorts, his fingers finding purchase at the waistband, playfully tugging it back, allowing for them to snap back against your hips.

taking a deep puff, you let the smoke linger in your mouth as you would with your cigarette. the flavor was definitely more intense compared to the pack of reds you smoke daily. you immediately felt the buzz from the nicotine as the smoke coated your mouth in an almost oily film.

you're about to deeply inhale until you remember you're not supposed to actually inhale the smoke of the cigar. you catch yourself mid-breath, but you weren't fast enough to stop yourself. the bitter taste of the nicotine floods your throat, causing you to let out an unpleasant cough.

"careful there, princess", he teases you, his firm hand patting your back as you continued to cough. "don't wanna hurt yourself", he says chuckling to himself, finding your discomfort somewhat amusing.

you took a second to compose yourself, then joined in on logan's laughter. you pressed your forehead against his chest, snickering over how foolish you probably looked, choking on your own saliva.

"i told you s'too much!" you retort with a smile, nudging yourself deeper into his chest. you can smell the musk of his cologne mixed with the heady scent of smoke in the air; it was intoxicating how logan ran his fingers through your hair, his hands slowly finding their way to the small of your back.

you gently pull away from him, his arms wrapped around your waist, planting your hips against his, the flesh of your ass feeling his erection forming. a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips as you gently grind against him.

logan lets out a grunt as he feels the blood rush to his dick. peppering kisses along his neck, you slowly make your way up to his jawline. "baby, you're forgettin' something..." you lull, placing the cigar back between his lips.

you admire the way his muscles flex with every movement you make, almost syncopating to the rhythm of your hips. the way he matched your pace was addicting. "yknow..." you trail off, sliding yourself off of his lap, moving to kneel in front of him.

"cigars may be big for me... but there's something bigger that i can handle," you hum as you get on your knees, your figure now slotted between his bulky thighs.

placing your hands on his quads, your fingertips trace figure-eights against his jeans. you take a deep breath and rest your head on the inner of his thighs, your left hand working its way slowly to his crotch.

"you're so needy, bub" he whines out of the corner of his mouth, cigar still between his lips. his breath faltered as your fingers graze over the growing tent in his jeans.

"let me please you, lo. wanna make you feel good," you plead, your eyes looking up at him with an intense lust.

"f-fuck." he stutters as your fingers press harder against his erection "how can i say no to my baby?" he obliges, taking the cigar out of his mouth to light out on the ashtray.

you reach your hand out to grab his arm before he lights out his cigar, your grip on his bicep tightening as he gently tries to pull away from your grasp. "wait," you said hastily, "don't put it out yet".

he raises his eyebrow at your command, but doesn't push it any further. "got something planned, bub?" he asks, leaning back into the couch, manspreading wider.

you nod your head as you work at his belt nimbly, slithering the leather around and off of his waist, metal buckle of the belt clanking silently against the plush carpet that your knees rested on.

as you push his jeans and boxers down, his cock springs out, bouncing back against his stomach. his tip was already red, leaking with precum. you admire the length and girth of his dick as you run your tongue along the underside of his cock.

tracing a vein with your tongue, you move from the base of his cock to his tip. logan moved his hands to cup your face, fighting the urge to push himself down your throat as you continued to tease him slowly. "ah f-fuck," he winces, as you press a wet kiss to his tip.

"quit taking so damn long, princess," he adds, your hot breath tickling him. the lewd sight of his pre mixed with your saliva forming a strand from your bottom lip to his tip made your core pulsate. you pushed your thighs together to alleviate the aching pain you felt.

seductively licking your lips, your mouth finds its way back wrapped around his girthy cock. you slowly ease yourself all the way down him as the tip of your nose presses against his pelvis.

breathing through your nose, your lips make their way up his length, making sure to savor the way his tip rested against your tongue. tracing his slit carefully, you lick up his leaking precum, making sure not to miss a single drop of it.

"fuck yeah-", he hisses out, taking a hit. as he exhales the smoke, he grabs a fist full of your hair, now taking control of your movements. he thrusts into your mouth at a rapid and shallow pace, the slap of skin against skin filling the room.

his unrelenting pace made your pussy throb harder; the way he looked as he stood above you, manhandling you, using you, practically as a fucktoy, made you see stars.

eventually he slowed down his pace, his strokes becoming deeper, more sensual. "still with me, bub?" he asked, his eyes locked with your own as he continued to throatfuck you. "mmmh." you answered, with a fucked-out gaze.

"good," he hummed, loosening his grip on your hair. "gonna need you to be a good girl for me, princess." he gives the temple of your forehead a light kiss, his salt-and-pepper beard tickling your hairline.

a split second after the kiss, he retightens his fist, gripping more of your hair than before, and pushes you down the length of his shaft vigorously. the sudden gesture makes you wince around him.

unable to breathe through your mouth, you gag around him. the walls of your throat squeeze tightly along logan's length, making him wince out in pleasure. unable to control himself, he firmly plants his left hand on the crown of your head, keeping you in place, as his right brings his cigar back to hips lips.

logan takes a long drag from the cigar, tilting his head up towards the ceiling, blowing away the smoke. "stay right there for me, bub... i know y'can do that for me, yeah?" he says with a smirk, keeping his eyes on you.

you grunt in response, breathing heavily through your nose to keep the little composure that you had. still gagging around his cock, your vision began to get blurry as tears began forming.

"shit, im coming-" logan groans out, harshly pumping his cock even further into your throat. with each thrust of his hips, a moan escaped from you, followed along with a gag. the mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.

soon after his announcement, you feel the thick ropes of his cum sliding along your esophagus. the heady taste of his cum coats your mouth and lips; the salty and sweet tang grounded you from your mind blanking as he continued to skullfuck you.

it felt like an eternity before logan released you from his firm grasp. you slipped your lips off of him, now resting your head on his thigh. you cough a little bit, and your nose starts to drip.

"still think my dick's too big for you to handle?" he teases, tucking a stray strand of your bangs behind your ear. you shake your head no, flashing him a lazy smile. he brings the cigar to your lips for you to take a hit.

"atta girl."

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pearlzier · 1 month ago

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⠀⠀⠀ˑ 𓈒 𐔌 ㅤnerd.ᐟmatt × nerd.ᐟreader ͡꒱ ۫⠀

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WHEN MATT HAD WOKEN UP and you weren't in his arms, he'd assumed the absolute worst. he glanced over to the bathroom, hoping that you were there having a piss or something. when he saw the light was off and the door was closed, he quickly got up from the bed and slid on his slippers. though, he's slightly reassured when he sees that a light in the kitchen is on, and he finds himself following it, only to see you padding around the kitchen in a sleepy state.

he doesn't want to startle you, in case you were sleep walking—he didn't think you were, considering he would've known by now—but just a precaution. so his voice is gentle, easy, as he speaks, "babe? you okay?" luckily, you're not sleep walking, and you glance over at him, just a little surprised. "matt," now it's a bit of a staring contest, just the two of you looking at eachother. soon, he speaks up—"why uh.. are you awake?" his head slowly cocks to the side a little.

"nothin'," you say after a minute, fiddling with the drawstrings on your pajama bottoms before you glance away again. a frown settles on matt's face at that, because you'd only react that way if something was worrying you or was on your mind. not wanting to press, he's quiet, giving you the time to say what was on your mind before he tried to get it out of you. "jus' can't sleep. everythin's a bit too loud at the moment, i guess," shrugging your shoulders, you open up the top cupboard and grab your respective mugs.

"ah," he nods, "i get it. happens to me sometimes," matt's had his fair share of trouble sleeping in the past, he's been through it before. so of course he sympathises with you, and he makes his way over to where you're stood by the counter. the two of you share a moment of eye contact and he murmurs, "hot chocolate?"

"hot chocolate," you say instantly in agreement, and matt gets to work right away. it's always like this between you, you've got this connection that works even without words. all he had to do was look at you, and vice versa, and you understood eachother. "you want whipped cream?" matt asks as he's stood by the fridge, glancing back at you with a soft smile.

"mmh, yeah. 'n' marshmallows," matt practically lights up when you say that, and this dorky little grin settles on his lips. he nods his head, grabbing the needed things—milk, whipped cream, marshmallows from the pantry, and of course, the chocolate powder itself. when he turns back around, his eyes widen a little bit at the sight of you so close to him considering he'd expected you to be a bit further away however he relaxes as your arms wrap around his middle.

even then, he's taken off guard by the contact. the two of you are still easing your way towards affection, it's pretty awkward for you two, but it seems like how sleepy you are is affecting any hesitance that you would've had. "hi," he says gently, and a warmth floods his chest when you look up at him with those eyes of yours. "hey," your words are equally as soft. silently, he admires you, barely holding himself back from just staring at you till either the two of you fell back asleep or you pointed it out. most definitely the latter but if he had it his way, the former.

he shakes his head, letting his curls move out of his face as he focuses on shuffling his way towards the counter to start preparing the hot chocolate seeing as you'd now latched yourself onto him. matt doesn't speak much without prompting, you're usually the one who talks his ear off, unless it's about something hes incredibly passionate about. and he's incredibly passionate about you. "head still loud?" he asks quietly, currently stirring the chocolate powder and the milk together before moving onto his own mug with his blue eyes focused on how the white melts into the brown.

"fuzzy," your mind's running a thousand miles per minute, you're not sure why. it's obvious in how you glance around often and cling to him like you'd die without him. matt doesn't mind though, he simply lets his free arm curl around you and bring you closer to his side as he stirs. "okay," he starts, "how 'bout you go put this in the microwave, 'n' when it's done, we do the whipped cream and marshmallows and see how you are after?"

matt completely understands the feeling, he's been there plenty of times himself, he knows how hard it is to just rest when your brain refuses to. he watches you a moment to see how you'll react, and you slowly slink yourself off of him with a nod to grab the two mugs and bring them to the microwave. he folds his arms over his chest, the hem of his shirt rising up a little to flash a little bit of abdomen as he stands there, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips. you're too shy to overtly stare at it so you take occasional glances, which luckily, he doesn't notice. he's too focused on making sure you're okay, which makes your heart feel so warm.

it's silent between the two of you other than the hum of the microwave. "maybe.. if we.." he wanders over to the light switch and he flicks a finger against it, the only light in the room being the warm glow of the microwave, and it illuminates your face so nicely he's distracted again. the loud beeping of said microwave snaps him out of it, and you pull the door open to grab the two warm mugs and place them down. "whipped cream whilst it's still warm," you murmur to yourself, and matt nods in agreement.

using his teeth to open up the currently unopened whipped cream can, he shakes it afterwards so that it doesn't come out pathetically and end up ruining your hot chocolates. subconsciously, he lifts his arm a little for you to curl up against him. it's a little bold for him, even if it's a small thing, but it's a big thing for the two of you. so of course with no hesitation you make your way over and lean into him, your head against his chest. "do i get the honours?" you ask softly.

"of course," he murmurs, a small smile playing on his lips. he lets his chin rest on your head, and he laughs quietly at the way you start blasting the hot chocolate mugs with whipped cream like that. "damn, what'd it ever do to you?" he mumbles, his tone holding a joking lilt. that makes a smile break out onto your face and you tone it down a little, doing the finishing touches to make a perfect little swirl of whipped cream. "pass me the marshmallows?"

matt nods, using his free hand to reach out and grab the bag of tiny marshmallows you'd bought specifically for an occasion like this. "finest marshmallows for you, m'lady," he rips them open, once again with his teeth, and he hands the bag to you. you take it graciously, gingerly shaking the bag out before you end up practically tipping the entire thing out. it's okay, he'd buy more marshmallows just for you if you wanted him to. he'd be outside holding out a bucket to catch the moon if you even suggested you wanted it.

you hum a quiet, "thank you," twisting the mugs around to get a good look at your creations. matt smiles once more, a laugh escaping him. "they up to standard?" you had very high standards for your hot chocolate, nothing more, nothing less. had to be perfect. "gotta taste test first, you amateur." matt raises his hands in surrender, reaching out to grab a mug. you assume he's grabbing his own and you go to grab yours, but he brings the mug he's holding to your lips before you realise. instinctively, however, you take a sip of it.

damn, that's good, but you knew it would be already. you're humming away at how good the hot chocolate tastes, your mind already calming from the time spent with him and the delicious sip of hot chocolate, but he's busy giggling away at something infront of you as he places the mug back down onto the counter. "what's funny?" you blink, head tilting to the side a little in confusion as to what he's laughing at. he shakes his head, biting his plush bottom lip to try keep in his giggles.

"you got a lil' somethin' there.." matt snickers, watching you for a moment. your brow furrows instantly, and you look down, as if that'd help you see something so obviously on your face. "uh.." he smiles gently and leans down to give you the faintest peck on the lips, one that takes you conpletely off guard despite how feather light it was. "had whipped cream on your lip," his words are a little airy, breathless, now that he'd realised he'd just kind of kissed you. a pretty shade of pink flushes his face and he glances down at the floor a moment.

"thank you," you murmur, a smile making its way onto your lips. soon enough, you take another sip of your whipped cream and look up at him again, almost expectantly. he's floored when he realises you want him to kiss you again. you sneaky thing, you.

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xxchumanixx · 9 months ago

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Okay, Tim Bradford x reader, but the reader is a police captain and becomes the captain of the mid-wilshire division after Zoë and that one dude. They are married, and the reader is expecting?

It's Captain, baby

Tim Bradford x wife!reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, Tim being a little grumpy Word count: 879 Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I hope you like it. It was very fun to write and I really like the idea!

Enjoy!

It was meant as a surprise - really.

He knew you wanted to become a captain one day, so when the LAPD asked if you wanted to become the captain of mid wilshire, you instantly said yes.

That you'd be the captain of your own husband, slipped your mind in said moment, though.

You decided not to tell him 'for now', pushing the matter further and further away, until there was no further anymore - until the day you were supposed to start as captain.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea, risking that he'd have a heart attack or get mad, when he saw you - especially considering that you were six months pregnant, and your new position meant stress and pressure - something you weren't supposed to have until in at least about three months, when you were in labor.

Biting your lip and rocking on your heels, you nervously waited for Sergeant Grey to announce you.

The moment he'd say your name, Tim would find out - and he wouldn't like that you refrained from telling him beforehand.

But he was a professional - he wouldn't let you see any emotion on his face during roll call - no, he would tell you how he felt in detail afterwards, giving you an even more guilty conscience.

"And now, I'm happy to introduce our new captain: Y/N Bradford! Please give her a warm welcome." Grey announced, causing your heart to miss a beat, as your hands doubled their sweating.

Taking a deep breath, you entered the room, trying to avoid Tim's face - which, despite your supposition, showed the slightest bit of shock and anger - as you made your way to the pult.

Forcing yourself to smile at the numerous people applauding you, you braced yourself for the speech you had prepared.

"Hello, for those who don't know me yet, my name's Y/N Bradford - yes, I'm sergeant Bradford's wife, and yes, I am pregnant." you started nervously.

A fit of quiet laughter echoed through the crowd, lifting some of the weight off your shoulders.

"I'm proud to call myself captain of the mid Wilshire department." you continued, nodding slightly. "I started here as a rookie, thinking that I knew everything and could do everything. But I didn't - which is an important thing to realize. We're all here for one goal: the safety of our city."

Your eyes briefly found Tim's, his jaw clenched. He looked straight back at you, not even blinking.

"But that means, that we have to learn a lot, especially about ourselves. I know how hard you work for this goal, and I know what it takes to do so. I once was where you are now, and I will have your backs, no matter what. If there's something you wanna talk about - let me know. I'm here to support you, and it's an honor to be your captain. That's it."

They applauded again, causing your cheeks to turn pinkish. Your heart beat fastened in your chest, hands trembling a little, as you smiled at them.

They were your people now, they counted on you, and you'd do everything in your power, to never let them down.

When the room cleared, Tim was the only one still sitting with his arms crossed over his chest.

He was clearly angry.

Taking a shaky breath, you walked over to him, preparing yourself for his speech.

He stayed silent for a couple more moments, just staring at you, before he stood, hands on the table as he leaned towards you.

"Did you even plan to tell me at all?" he wanted to know, brows furrowed. It took all his might not to get too loud, trying to look calmer than he was as well.

His colleagues didn't need to know that he was angry - fuming even.

"Did you think about our baby? What if it's too dangerous - not to mention the stress! Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"I did want to tell you." you stated, biting your lip. "But I didn't know how to. I wanted to surprise you, but I pushed it further and further away. I thought it all through, and I'm gonna take it slow - no harm for the baby. Imagine my surprise when they asked me to become their captain - me of all people!"

He bit his lip as well, the corners of his mouth twitching treacherously. At least he wouldn't stay angry at you for long.

"Are you happy?" he wanted to know, glancing at your belly. It was getting harder each day to find something that covered it up at least a little.

Nodding, you pressed out a dry laugh. "I am, but I'm scared as shit." you admitted, causing the crinkles around his eyes to deepen.

"I mean, I wanted to become a captain for so long, but - how to captain? How does this work? It's like my mind suddenly just went blank."

He chuckled, keeping himself from kissing you in front of the curious eyes watching you - didn't they have any work to do?

"I'm glad you like it, baby." he said honestly, his lips wide in a proud smile, as you huffed, cocking a brow.

"It's Captain, baby."

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sixosix · 1 year ago

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INFATUATED | AETHER

i. summary mutual pining but aether is a tease and you're an idiot

ii. tags 1.5k words, aether helplessly in love, reader being dumb and in denial, bff!yoimiya may be ooc and may embarrass you, set in inazuma, fluff & flirting

Aether’s always smiling whenever you see him.

At first, you thought it was because he’s just a happy little guy, always wearing a grin as bright as his hair. Like the sun, and you’re but a flower soaking in his light. But then you hear how people talk about him—

“He’s quite terrifying, isn’t he? Sometimes I get too scared to ask for help…”

“They weren't joking about what they said regarding the Traveler. He looks young and yet has the eyes of a seasoned warrior.”

“Scary. And a bit strange. His eyes are so… blank. It’s like he’s drifting out, and it’s why he has that pixie around to do all the talking.”

—and now, you’re not so sure. The Aether you’ve met is nowhere near the Traveler they keep raving about. Are they dealing with a doppelgänger?

Yoimiya mulls over your words with a thoughtful hum. She loudly sips on her drink. “Hmm, have you ever considered it might be because he’s just happy every time you’re there?”

You scoff, nestling into your chair with crossed arms—to protect yourself from Yoimiya’s wild imagination, no doubt. “That’d be absolutely presumptuous of me to even think about.” Aether? Happy to see you? Absurd.

She tilts her head as if she pities you. “I’m blessed to not have turned out this oblivious.”

“Hey!”

“Listen to me.” She sets her glass down; it rattles the table. The owner casts you both a stern look. “He’s really just infatuated with you. How hard is it to see that?”

Very hard. Yoimiya is reaching. This is one of the truths she’s trying to pursue—except there is no truth here, just plain fantasy. “It doesn’t make sense,” you insist, growing frustrated. “He’s the Traveler, I’m no one important.”

She hums. “I’ll admit no one in Teyvat can compare to the Traveler, but no one else seems to make him happier than you do. Which is why I’m saying that explains why he’s smiling whenever you—”

“Bold assumptions you’re making,” you interrupt quickly.

“Trust me! He liiiiikes you in that way.”

“Why? How do you know that?”

“‘cause,” Yoimiya grins, her eyes sparkling. She’s as excited as she usually is talking about fireworks. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I can ask him, if you wanna be sure about it.”

“Please don’t ask him anything weird,” you plead. “He’s met so many people, Yoimiya. Why me? What do I have to offer to the holder of the dragon-defeating, god-slaying, renowned fatui-slaughtering reputation? Nothing!”

“Does he have to be with someone who’s done all of that?” she asks, and your thoughts come to a halt. Does it? No, certainly not—unless that’s what he wants. And that might be what he wants!

“Well,” you clear your throat. “Perhaps, if that’s what makes him happy.” At Yoimiya’s quirked brow, you slouch in defeat, cheeks heating up at even thinking about what Aether’s type is. “You’re enjoying this,” you murmur at the sight of Yoimiya’s conspiratorial grin.

“I’m not, I’ve just never seen you act this shy and cute before! So this is what you’re like when you have a crush?” Over Yoimiya’s shoulder, you spot a familiar pixie and a mop of golden hair from afar, walking over.

Your eyes widen, “I am not acting shy and cute—”

“What’s this? Y/N has a crush!?” Paimon’s shrieky voice is unmistakable. It’s hard to mistake her even if you tried. They’re still a few feet away, but Yoimiya’s voice can be very loud.

“I don’t,” you want to snark, however meeting Aether’s eyes has your voice going quiet. Maybe Yoimiya’s right: you are acting very shy. “Hi, Aether, Paimon.”

“Ooh,” Paimon giggles, kicking her feet. “What were you two talking about, huh? Paimon heard Yoimiya talking about a crush.” Paimon notices your wide-eyed panic. “Oh, Paimon can kick Aether out!”

Exasperated, Aether casts Paimon a look. “Who’s gonna pay for your order?”

Paimon deflates. “W-Well, Paimon can ask Yoimiya—”

“No can do; I spent all Mora on me already.”

“—Then, Paimon will—”

You arch an eyebrow. “I don’t think I can afford your usual orders. Don’t look at me. I’m a starving artist already.”

She huffs. “Fine! Paimon was trying to protect your secret but she guesses that no one’s appreciating it anyway!” Paimon, the only one who’s terrible at keeping secrets, says. She turns to her companion, hands clasped together. “Aether…”

“Alright, alright,” Aether sighs, pulling out his wallet. The poor thing.

You and Yoimiya share a look as Aether orders food for him and Paimon. You weren’t anticipating that the Traveler—the subject of your predicament—would end up here, out of all the corners and food stalls in Inazuma. Then again, that’s his thing: he’s everywhere, all at once, including the nook and cranny of your heart.

Aether turns to you, a smile blossoming across his face, which is nice, actually, despite the flutter of your heart that is starting to feel like horror. His side profile was driving you crazy, anyway. “Should we leave you two to talk about crushes?”

Just one word directed at you is enough to have you fidgeting uselessly in your seat. And this doesn’t go unacknowledged by Yoimiya, who springs up to save the day. “Don’t worry about it, Traveler! We were just talking about this—this novel that we started reading the other day.”

“Really?” Aether doesn’t sound like he believes it one bit. “Well, Paimon and I have been looking for reading material anyway. Would you mind if we borrowed it?” Said pixie is too busy stuffing her face with Dry-Braised Salted Fish to care about reading materials.

You turn to Yoimiya with a forced smile, then back to Aether, who seems so visibly amused by how you’re acting. You must look like a mess. You feel like it. “Well, I haven’t really finished it…but—but we can tell you about it!”

“Yeah, exactly!” Yoimiya looks like she’s having the time of her life. “Y/N has a big crush on the main character, which is why we were talking about him.”

Aether hums, chewing, “What’s he like?”

Yoimiya narrows her eyes, grinning as she tilts her head. “Why do you want to know?”

Aether levels her with a flat look. It’s a bit strange with you in the middle of them. “Because I want to read the story.”

“We never hear you talk about anything romantic, Y/N!” Paimon says, bits of fish spewing out while she talks. Aether reprimands her. “Whenever Paimon sees you, you’re always working!”

Is that how everyone sees you? “Are you saying you thought I was too boring to experience love?”

Paimon decides to tune out the conversation once again, wolfing down her next plate of food.

Aether’s still looking at you, a smile on his face. No, perhaps a slight smirk would be more accurate. You can feel yourself melting. Perhaps those people were right when they called Aether ‘terrifying’—the swarm of butterflies his gaze is leaving you is downright frightening.

He tilts his head, waiting.

You stammer, “W-Well, the main character’s nothing special. It’s like those things where they make the hero really likable, really…”

Yoimiya butts in, “You just have a thing for guys who have defeated dragons and faced gods head-on. Nothing special.”

“Yoimiya!”

Aether throws his head back laughing.

Yoimiya settles in her seat, looking mildly surprised. “I’ve never seen you this expressive, Traveler.”

You throw Yoimiya a warning look. Had it been anyone else, you would’ve brushed that off, but Yoimiya is clearly hinting at what started your crisis in the first place.

Paimon chugs her water like a madman dying of thirst. “He’s always like that whenever we’re around Y/N. Paimon already told him to stop bullying Y/N!”

Right. Bullying. If only the shared glances and longing stares were bullying. If only Aether lingering in your thoughts was because he’s bullying you, and not because you’re developing a massive crush on him. That would’ve been easier to explain and believe.

“Bullying?” Aether echoes in confusion.

“Flirting might be the more appropriate word for it, Paimon,” Yoimiya corrects with a gleeful grin. “So romantic. Reserving your lovesick and longing smiles to Y/N only,” she sings. “No wonder why you’ve been so happy recently.”

“Yoimiya,” you seethe, though it’s mostly desperate, humiliated. It seems that her name is your only vocabulary this evening.

Aether laughs, his eyes crinkling as he shares your gaze. And if you let yourself believe Yoimiya’s words, you might even call it fond. “You can’t blame me if I can’t help it. Surely that novel taught you what it’s like to have a crush on someone, right, Y/N?”

A/N i love aether so much im sobbing hope u liked reading!!1 bc i cried while writing this!!!! also thank u earthtooz for proofreading i love u big sibling.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #aether x reader #aether x you #aether x y/n #genshin x y/n

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jareaul0ver · 8 months ago

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I Can See You

Summary: As the media manager for the UConn WBB team, you've always kept a comfortable, and professional, relationship with the team; but one night out changes everything.

wc: 1.6k warnings: suggestive content, drinking, nothing else really pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

"Can you guys listen for once! It isn't that hard to stand in a straight line!" You sighed, getting frustrated with the team. It was media day, and Geno wanted a picture of all the girls together, but it was damn near impossible with the way they acted.

A few of them giggled, making your voice go stern. "I swear, ladies, I'm gonna tell Geno that you're all fuckin' around instead of taking these pictures."

They all groaned and shouted in protest. "Then get in a straight line and show me those pretty little smiles everyone loves, got it?"

A collective sigh was heard from the group and you laughed a bit under your breath. You lined the camera up, taking a few pictures. "Alright, do a fun one now, since I know you wanna."

They all changed their poses and looked utterly stupid. You snapped a few photos of them like that and finally media day was over. "Okay, girls, I'm done with you all. Get out of my sight." You smiled at them as they walked past you and to the locker room.

You gathered your things and were putting them carefully back into your bag when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and looked up, meeting Nika's warm gaze. "Nika, what's up?"

She smiled at you and cleared her throat. "Hey, um, few of us are going to the bar later if you want to tag along." Her voice was soft and a little hoarse, probably from all of the yelling they did today. You could still hear her accent clearly, though, and it was making your knees weak.

"I'll be there." You smiled up at her. She squeezed your shoulder and mumbled a quiet "perfect" before saying goodbye and walking to the locker room with the rest of the team. Your eyes stuck on her as she walked away.

'Fuck, Y/N. Be normal. Be professional for God's sake.' You thought to yourself as you shoved the rest of your things in your camera bag. You shot Geno a text saying you'd have all the pictures sorted out within the next few days and would send him everything.

You slung your bag over your shoulder before leaving the gym and heading back to your apartment.

You stood against your bathroom sink and looked in the mirror as you applied eyeliner. Your roommate leaned against the doorframe and smirked at you. "Who're you getting pretty for tonight? Is it Nika? You never shut up about her, y'know."

A sigh left your lips as you shot her a glare. "And you just never shut up. I'm going to the bar with a few of the girls on the team, nothing special."

"Is Nika gonna be there?"

"I would think so considering she's the one that invited me-"

Your roommate gasped. "Hold on, she invited you?"

You groaned. "You're looking to far into this. We're just friends, it's nothing more than that. Besides, it would be unprofessional to be anything else."

"Right." She side eyed you. "Well, while you finish getting pretty for your girl, I'm gonna go figure out what to get for dinner."

You rolled your eyes as she walked away, mumbling a quiet "whatever" under your breath as you finished your makeup. You ran your fingers through your hair and decided that you were ready.

As you were leaving the apartment, your roommate called out. "Have fun tonight! And good luck with-" You shut the door behind you before you could hear the rest of her sentence. The bar was a little far from the apartment building, so you called an Uber and rode in silence on the way there.

You got out of the car and looked around, seeing if any of the girls were outside. You didn't see any of their cars, so the either weren't there yet or took Ubers.

You made your way inside and scouted the place out. You still didn't see any of them. You frowned as you made your way over to the bar and ordered a shot, getting head start over everyone else.

After sitting at the bar for a few minutes, making small talk with the bartender (the place wasn't busy in the slightest), you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. You spun around in your chair and met Nika's eyes.

"Sorry we were late. Someone took forever to get ready." She shot glares at Paige and Azzi. They weren't listening though. They were already getting drinks in their system.

You smiled at them and looked back up at Nika. "Don't diss them, they look beautiful."

She rolled her eyes, a tinge of jealousy in her heart, even though she knew you meant the compliment in the friendly way. "Yeah, whatever." She stepped next to you and ordered a drink for you and herself. You gladly took the drink from her and took a sip.

She reached for one of your hands and pulled you off of the barstool. You shot her a confused look. "Let's go dance?"

You smiled and shook your head at her. "Fine. But I can't dance to save my life."

Nika laughed softly as she pulled you to the middle of the floor. The bar had gotten busier, and there were bodies surrounding your every side. Nika had you pulled close to her, letting one of her hands rest on your lower back as the other held her drink.

You looked up at her as you did your best attempt to dance. Her eyes never once left your face. She was down bad for you, and she knew it.

You finished your drink and leaned up to talk in her ear so she could hear you. "Gonna go get another drink, be right back."

She nodded and watched as you walked away from her, but eventually lost you in the crowd. You made your way back over to the bar and got another drink. Paige and Azzi spotted you and came over.

You were lost in your own thoughts. Thinking and seeing all the things that could happen between you and Nika tonight. You and her shoved in a bathroom stall together, your skirt hiked up and her eating you out. You bit your bottom lip and let out a deep breath.

"Yo, you good, ma?" Paige put her hand on your arm. Your head snapped to look at her and you nodded.

"All good, don't worry." You flashed a smile at her and took a sip of your drink. You couldn't focus on her next sentence though. You needed to find Nika again.

You cut Paige off. "Sorry, P, I told Nika I'd be back a few minutes ago." You pat her shoulder before rushing off. Paige and Azzi sent each other knowing looks before shrugging it off and doing their own thing.

The crowd of bodies had only increased in size since you went to get a drink. You shoved your way through the crowd, trying to find Nika in the mess of people.

A few more people shoved to the side revealed her. And a girl very obviously flirting with her. You weren't sure whether Nika was interested in this girl's advancements, or if she was totally oblivious to it.

You took a few steps forward and wrapped your arm around Nika's bicep. "Hey." You tilted your head and looked up at her. Her gaze instantly went to meet yours.

She smiled at you, relief washing over her face. "Hey."

You turned to look at the girl that was flirting with her. She stood there awkwardly and watched the two of you. You glared at her and she took that as her sign to leave.

Nika brought her free hand up and turned your face to meet hers. Your bottom lip found its way between your teeth and Nika's eyes were stuck on it. "Come with me." She said lowly before dragging you away from the dance floor and in the direction of the bathrooms.

You hoped and prayed that this was going the way you wanted it to. You wanted to end up with Nika's head between her thighs, your hand tangled in her brown locks, and her eventually finishing you off in the bar bathroom.

She pulled you into the bathroom and into the handicapped stall, locking it behind you. "What was that?" She questioned. You could smell alcohol on your breath, and you knew she could smell it on yours.

"What was what?" You retorted, playing a little dumb about the situation.

Nika breathed out and took a step forward, trapping you against her and the wall. Fuck, she was hot. "You know what I mean." Her eyes had gone from her innocent bright ones to a dark look that you hadn't seen from her before.

You didn't say anything. The two of you stared at each other before she went to speak. You shook your head and leaned up, wrapping your arms around her neck and getting close to her ear, cutting off her words before they even left her mouth. "This isn't professional."

She grunted a response before leaning forward and latching her mouth onto your neck, leaving sloppy and wet kisses down the column of your neck. "Maybe not, but don't tell me you haven't noticed how things have changed." She said lowly.

You tilted your head back, letting her have easier access to your neck. she continued her assault on your neck, making you forget everything you were about to say. "No response?" She questioned teasingly.

"You're- fuck." She slotted her knee in between your thighs, causing a groan to escape your lips. "You're so fucking addicting."

Her smirk could be felt against your neck for a split second before she pulled away, looking down at you with her cocky expression. "Thought we had to keep things professional?"

i didnt really know where else to go with this one bc tbh i didnt really feel like writing smut for it, but i hope you guys enjoy! i also have a decent amount of requests to respond to, so pls be patient w me while i try and navigate the last 10 days of my classes, up through graduation, and writing these things 😪😪

#nika muhl #uconn wbb #lgbtq #nika muhl x reader #wlw #seattle storm #wnba

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toruro · 1 year ago

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i just think….toxic ex bf!dino who starts hoeing out to make you jealous.. he fucks any random girl at any random party but only thinks of you, making sure his hickeys are visible enough for you to see them, posting pics with randoms on his socials 💭

nectar of the gods

tags: smut (18+), angst, toxic chan (duhh), pet names (baby), creampie

w/c: 1.4k

a/n: this concept is insanity actually anon i am in love with u (WINK WONK WINK WONK WINK WONK) ..,,, pls visit my inbox more often :3

thinking about your toxic ex chan.

it's funny when you say that, because he was the one who said he wanted to end things on good terms; told you he wanted "none of that drama ... none of that petty shit." chan had said it so casually that you're now having a hard time trying to figure out if you're going crazy.

crazy, because just three nights after you two ended things, he was posting on his finsta (which, by the way, he demanded you stay on for the sake of keeping peace and not cutting ties) at some party you weren't invited to with some girl you didn't know dancing—no, grinding—on the same man whose lap you were bouncing on just a week earlier.

crazy, because two days later you go to hang out with your group of friends and of course chan is there (because when isn't chan there?), and you swear you haven't seen him wear a shirt with a collar that low in ages and ... is that a hickey? you might go crazy.

crazy, because you aren't sure if he expects you to stare ..,, crazy, because you swear you see his lips curve upwards into a smug smirk when you turn your eyes away, bashfully heating up in the cheeks. "you good?" he asks casually, when you choke over your water a little when you decide to glance back at him and catch second and third splotchy, bruising mark under his collarbone.

crazy, because you aren't sure why your stomach bubbles up with some nasty feeling of ... anger? uncertainty? jealousy?

crazy, because how could you be jealous? you broke up with him—told him you've got too much going on in your life, and while chan was great and all, you don't really have the time for a boyfriend right now. so really, you have no right to be jealous, isn't that correct?

fuck, you've gone crazy.

it doesn't help that you try to avoid him. the next week, you don't sit next to him in the lecture you have together, and you don't think chan'll make a fuss about it. after all, it seems like he's moving on just fine, so you hardly consider the fact that he might be just a bit bothered by the fact that you choose to sit next to seungcheol instead.

you don't expect him to walk up to you afterwards with a frown etched deep into his lips as he scoffs, "already throwing yourself on my friends?" to which you'd like to respond with: "aren't you doing just the same?" ... 'cept you don't say that, because that would mean you're jealous, right? and you're not jealous ... no way!

so you just shake your head softly and say that you're sorry for causing a fuss. that you'll sit with him next time. that you'll start talking to seungcheol less. chan grins at you and nods his head, and as he turns away to head to his car, you catch the fading mark on his neck from a few nights before, and wonder if you should say something.

you don't, of course.

that night you go home, and you're scrolling on your insta and then there's that bright ring around the chan's finsta and so curiosity undoubtedly kills the cat. maybe you tear up a little at the sight of a an obviously faded chan who's got his cheek pressed up against another girl's, both of them grinning as people party in the background.

and so you call him, and he's sweet at first. asks you, "hey what's up ... hey are you crying?" to which you respond with more sniffles. and you wanna hang up, you wanna hang up so bad, but then you think that if you cut the call he's just gonna go off and talk to that girl—or worse, he'll fuck her—and you're totally not jealous but you also totally can't let that happen.

and so you cry a bit harder—you replay the image of those stupid, big fat hickeys on his neck—and you let your tummy churn while you wallow in your own self pity.

"what's wrong baby?" chan asks you from the other side, and in the background you faintly hear the blaring techno and you briefly consider telling him you miss him, which is odd because you don't miss him ... do you? you just don't want him to go off with what's-her-face ... right?

and so you're silent, tryin' to figure out what you should say but then you hear this voice and it's too high pitched, too bubbly, too girly to be chan's, and suddenly your heart sinks right down to your stomach.

"channie, c'mon! let's have some fun?" the voice of a girl calls in the background, and you're just about to open your mouth and say something when chan beats you to it.

"i gotta go," he tells you in a rush and oh the sound of the line being cut will be you're undoing, because now the image of chan fucking this random ass girl burns into your skull and for some reason, you can't seem to shave it down.

and so you drown yourself in your tears, pressing yourself into the cushions of your couch and your sobs rack through your empty living room while chan is probably in some strangers room fucking the living daylights out of a cunt that isn't yours.

you think you might just fall asleep like this—alone in this dimly lit room with nothing but your tears dropping onto your lap; and so when you hear chan's voice you think this might be a dream, but then you look up and suddenly you see him.

he stands in front of you in all his glory, face flushed and faux blonde hair brushes just over his eyes as he walks closer to where you sit on your couch. chan shushes you when you ask him why he's still got your keys—tells you that isn't important right now—and he cups your cheeks and wipes your tears, asks you why you're crying, why there are tears in your eyes when "channie's right here ... channie's not gonna leave you ..."

and then he's kneeling in front of you, askin' you again why you're crying and so you cry even harder ... his hands are all over you, stroking your cheeks and then rubbing your shoulders, then one hand's on your hip and kneading the soft flesh and you think he's just trying to comfort you and so you cry even harder because you wonder whether he had his hands on that girl just moments earlier.

but then he's whispering in your ear, tellin' you he's gonna "make you feel better ..." but only if you'll let him.

his hands feel so nice all over you, rubbing up and down your thighs and—fuck, when did he slip his fingers between your legs? not that you care anyways, because even with your mind deluded with tears, you find the want to slowly hump your hips into his touch until he's slipping his hand down your pant, asking you if this is you letting him "make you feel good."

of course, you whine through your tears, nodding dumbly when he slips his rough fingers into your soaked cunt, murmuring into your neck 'bout how "channie's always gonna be here to make you feel better ... channie's never gonna leave ..."

he fingers you for a bit, and then he fucks you into the couch. it's hot and sloppy and heavy and messy, and it has you crying and panting—hands all over each other because you can't get enough of him.

your lips run all over his neck, his chest, collarbone—all of it, because you are in no way jealous, you just enjoy marking your territory. and chan fucks you so deep, groaning, "this pussy's made for me—just for me, you hear me?" and you are not a jealous person but you grin to yourself in this fucked out haze because chan is right.

you wrap your arms around his neck as he fucks you missionary, raking your nails into his back, tugging at the roots of his hair—doin' everything you fucking can to show chan that he might not be yours but he is yours, and you are his.

the thought that this might come and bite you in the ass crosses your mind briefly, but chan is quick to fuck your worries away, tellin' you "no one's gonna fuck you like this ..." and so you moan, and chan takes that as an agreement, so he fucks you harder until you're choking over your own sobs of pleasure.

"this pussy's mine, you got that baby?"

#answered #✰ anon #mdni #svt smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt scenarios #dino smut #dino x reader #dino scenarios #lee chan x reader #lee chan smut #lee chan imagines #💌 drabbles

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chrissv4mp · 8 days ago

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𐙚 I'D RATHER DIE ALONE, TOGETHER

(really random scenario... bear with me cus this is terrible 💔)

Smoke surrounded you. The smell of it made you cough, and you took in what you thought would be your last breath of fresh air. The fire was all around you, burning each and every leaf off of all the trees in the valley. There was no escape. Fire was catching onto the dead grass a few inches away from the trail, and it was relentless in its pace.

You couldn't do anything but sit and stare as the flames grew higher and higher. As the heat began to consume your body, beads of sweat started to form on your face. Everybody was gone before you could even process the words that came from out of Billie's mouth, and then, suddenly, you were alone. All by yourself. Surrounded by mountains of flames and ashes.

Where was everyone? Why did the people, who you considered your closest friends, run away and not even take a glance back to see if you were following? Your head feels light, so you release your breath, bursting out into a fit of coughs as you choke on your spit. Another deep breath, but this one is almost full of polluted air. More coughs, your hand bunching up the fabric of your shirt in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Y/N," a familiar voice calls out your name, muffled by the roaring sounds of the flames about to consume your whole, but you still hear it. How could you not? It was the voice of your girl. And as you turn, you're met with the sight of your girlfriends concerned face. It's Billie, "Y/N." She calls again, and this time, hee voice is much clearer. She motions you over with her hand, the other holding her shirt up to her nose as a makeshift mask.

But you can't move. The fear coursing through your veins is almost paralyzing, and the only thing you can do is stare once again. Your mind runs with the fact that Billie was the only one to come and find you. You weren't looking for her. But she found you. She found you. Her eyes sparked with worry, glassy and full of fear for both her life and yours. She couldn't have you dying like this.

"Do you wanna die alone?," She asks, and it almost makes you fearful that she'll leave again. But, she stays, coughing quietly as she cautiously steps closer. Like she's scared that you'll run off into the flames because she really didn't know why you just stayed. She reaches her hand out, "Or watch it all burn down together?" The words ring in your ears, her voice becoming a blur of syllables.

Her fingers lace into yours, and that's when it hits. Billie had actually maneuvered her way through the hot flames, jeopardizing her own life, in an attempt to possibly save your own. Your thumb runs across the top of her hand, soothing both of your nerves as her eyes land on yours, "I'd rather try to hold onto you,"

"Forever." You finish. The corners of your mouth curve into a small smile despite your life-threatening situation. You can see the smoke surrounding your bodies, and tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you stay strong. Billie sees right through you, though. How could she not after being by your side for this long? She drops the fabric of her shirt, finally breathing in the polluted air just to pull you into a hug.

A hug that she thought she'd never be able to give you again. Her eyes shut, breathing in your scent and getting the faintest bit of your perfume. She whispers sweet things into your ear as you both rock back and forth slowly, crying softly into each other's shoulders, "I love you. I'm not letting go." She mutters, kissing your cheek and cupping your face so that you could look each other in the eyes, "I'd rather die alone, together."

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fairlyang · 1 year ago

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Summer Lovin’ 🕷️

in which you have a little summer romance fling

w/c: 3.9K

pairing: greaser!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. exhibitionism, making out, sucking on tits, eating out, fingering, praise kink, blowjob. mention of face sitting, overstimulation, 69, eating pussy underwater (LMAO), spilling the tea x2

notes: reposting my precious baby, my fav, my grease au series!! might post part two after this idk but I’m writing part 3 and I’m excited :D 🤝🏼

part two — part three

You had spent almost your entire summer in California, and being from the Midwest you took advantage of the hot weather and beaches.

You had stayed at your aunt's house along with your parents but not your older sister who apparently didn't wanna "burn to a crisp" but you didn't mind. In fact you loved feeling the sun on your skin and spent most of your days on the beach.

Your sister had teased you about a summer fling and maybe you'd meet someone but won't be able to bring them back. You called bullshit and said you weren't out searching for that kinda thing.

That was until you met him.

Miguel O'Hara.

One day you were reading a book on the beach under an umbrella when a guy came up to you and you were a little shell shocked looking at him. He was gorgeous. So handsome.

He asked what you were reading which made you laugh because he did not look like the reading type. He wore a black leather jacket and his hair slicked back, you can imagine reading is not one of his things.

And who the hell wears a leather jacket in the hot weather?

But nonetheless you still answered and he just nodded along probably pretending he knew what you were talking about.

"Well I came over because I thought you were gorgeous." He says giving you a wide smile, showing off his crooked pearly whites.

You chuckle and close your book, leaving it on your lap, "oh I bet a guy like you says that to all the girls." You say playfully rolling your eyes and he shakes his head.

"Only to the really special ones." He responds sweetly and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

And with that you were sold.

Almost too easy.

But it felt real.

Genuine.

You had spent the first three weeks of August with Miguel. Splashing around, building many sand castles, playing volleyball. Tanned while getting to know each other, had little picnic dates on the beach.

It was so surreal to you and he was such a gentleman.

But on the third week was when he was more flirty than usual, always touching you subtly like grabbing your hand or having his arm around your waist.

He would even twirl you around as you walked along the sand which just had you laughing as you tried not to fall.

One specific time he wrapped his arms around you as you watched the sun set, the waves lightly hitting your feet. He gently trailed his fingers along your waist making you turn to look at him, he was already looking at you, with a mischievous look on his face if anything.

He then leaned down, letting his forehead lean against yours, "you're so beautiful."

You smile and feel your body grow warm, "you're not too bad yourself Miggy."

He then let go of you and stood in front of you, bringing a hand up to gently cup your cheek. His eyes were sparkling and he just looked so handsome up close.

The pink, orange, and yellow rays of the sun hitting the sides of your faces as he looked down at your lips. He couldn't help himself.

And he knew he'd never see you again after this considering you'd have to fly back home so what's a little fun on your last week here?

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer which only makes him chuckle, "no patience huh?" He teased and you shrugged.

"We only live once... and we might as well while we're young.." you say and lean up, pretty eyes boring into his.

He was quite shocked that you were the one making the moves but he wanted to be the one to actually do it.

So he did.

He leaned in and kissed you gently, you instantly kissed back and you swore you could feel fireworks erupting in your stomach. It felt so right. So nice.

He nipped on your bottom lip to which you then return as you feel his hands exploring your body. You felt them snake their way down your back then staying by your lower back.

Then you felt them slowly trickling lower to which you had to pull away and shake your head, "eager hm? No patience huh?" You mock and he snickers.

"Couldn't help myself doll." He murmurs and pecks your lips softly.

You melted back into his arms and kissed back before he pulled away and then leaned in to peck your lips again. He repeated this until you burst into fits of giggles which had Miguel ignoring the effect it made on him and pulled away, grabbing you by the hand as you went back to walking on the sand.

Things only progressed throughout your last week.

He snatched more kisses from you until the sun was gone and you had to go home.

The next day he had you on his lap and making out with you while his hand was trailing around your thigh. Only testing the waters.

But also playing around with you.

You were a good girl, not ever looking for trouble like this. But it seemed to have found its way to you.

And you couldn't help but want to open yourself up more to him, maybe not just kisses.

At least those were your thoughts when you were in bed, daydreaming about him.

You met up again on the third day and decided to maybe go a little further. Just a tiny bit.

So you were on his lap again, making out when you start to slowly grind yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth and it only made you grow more excited but you didn't want to push yourself too much.

And he was okay with that.

His hands were on your waist helping you move as his tongue explored your mouth. Gotta love a man that can multitask.

You moved faster and could feel his bulge grow hard beneath you. It made your skin feel hot and deep down you wanted to take it forward but also knew you probably shouldn't.

"Miguel-" you breathed out and pulled away but he latched his lips on your neck, kissing harshly against your skin.

You bite your lip and he made you continue your movements as he hummer onto your skin. "I- I-I think- maybe we s-should st- fuck-" you stutter and moan as he sucks on your neck then pulls away peppering the hickey in kisses.

"What were you saying doll?" He asks and kisses down your chest.

That day you decided to wear a bikini top with some shorts, clearly he appreciated that right now as he kissed your cleavage, bringing a hand up to squeeze your left breast. You moan and feel your eyes flutter, already losing your train of thought.

"W-We shouldn't do this here-" you breathe out but it didn't matter, he was already pulling your bikini top up.

"Miguel!" You squealed trying to cover yourself and looking around but it was vacant.

"There's nobody out here, you know we've been having this side of the beach all to ourselves for weeks." He murmurs and gently moves your hands away.

"So beautiful." He murmurs before squeezing both tits and latching on to your left nipple.

You bit your lip and held onto his head, you couldn't even blame yourself. You knew you wanted this. And that heat going straight to your core was the proof.

He pulled away and immediately sucked on your right breast, pinching your left nipple making you shift on his lap. He moaned against you and you almost forgot he was already hard. Almost.

It was kind of hard to forget since you were directly on him.

So you began to slowly grind on him again making him groan as you moved your hips back and forth. He pulled away and breathed out, "Just like that angel."

Your face flushed and you put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you continued your pace. "Good, good girl." He murmurs before sucking on your left breast, leaving yet another mark.

A moaned escaped your lips and you can see a smirk on his when he pulled away. He looked up at you and pecks your lips before pulling away and taking you off his lap and setting you to his right side on the shared blanket.

He then moved down your body, hands already undoing the button and zipper of your shorts. You lift your ass up and he slides your shorts off setting them to the side.

He then gets between your legs, kissing and squeezing your thighs and he neared where you so desperately needed him. He kissed your left inner thigh then moved to the right side to do the same.

He then went down and looked at the soaked spot on your panties, nearly drooling. "Look at you doll, already so wet." He murmurs looking up at you before leaning in and leaving the softest kiss on your clit.

You moaned and bucked your hips forward but his strong arms kept you in place which only made you whine. But he didn't care.

He was going to go at his own pace. Just like you did when you were on his lap.

Even if he technically was making you a move a bit.

But still.

He gently moved your panties to his right side as you squirmed, whining above him but he ignored you to pay all his undivided attention to your gorgeous sopping cunt. "Oh baby this all for me?" He murmurs and you feverishly nod.

He tuts and smirks looking up at you, "such a dirty girl. Thought you were a sweet innocent good girl?" He teases only making you grow more wet by the second.

"God you're so perfect." He coos before diving full on in to your cunt, immediately getting a taste of how sweet you are.

You moan and bring a hand down to pull his closer already. You needed him so badly and didn't want to waste more time.

And he could tell.

He didn't mind, given how he started lapping at your folds and his nose practically buried in your clit. "Miguel-“ You moan out and he hums sending a vibration of pleasure curse through your body.

You look down at him and buck your hips forward, this time he doesn't stop you, letting you grind your perfect cunt against his mouth. His mouth went up and down your slit, slurping up your juices as you continued your melody of pretty moans for him.

He looked into your ears as he came up and flicked his tongue on your clit earning himself more moans. He brought his hands up and intertwined them with yours as you bucked your hips against his face, grinding yourself against his tongue. "Shit- feels so good Miggy." You moan and he hums against your cunt.

He moans and lets go of your left hand, bringing his right hand to start teasing your hole with the tip of his finger. He pulls away, lips glistening from your slick making you smile as he licks your arousal off. "Need more doll?" He coos and you nod.

"Yes- yes please Miguel." You whimper and he nods, shoving his middle finger inside you.

You groan and your walls clench against his digits as he starts fucking you hard. "Oh fuck!" You moan and grip your right hand against his.

"Feel good angel?" He asks softly and you nod with an almost drunken smile.

"So pretty baby." He mutters and then slides in his second finger immediately pounding his digits into you.

You let out a loud moan and try to close your legs but he quickly let go of your hand and spread them open. "Too much already doll?" He mocks making you whimper.

His fingers were much thicker than yours and you haven't had any other fingers inside you besides your own. At least in a long time.

"Look at you taking them so well." He says and looking at your cunt just sucking his fingers in.

He then shuts up and brings his mouth back to your clit, tongue flicking on your nub while his mouth sucks harshly. Your body was getting hotter and your legs were shaking as you kept them wide open for him. "Fuck!"

His praises only continued and drove your mind wild, and just like that you found out you had a praise kink. And he used that to his advantage.

Mumbling as many praises to you seeing just how much more wet you'd get for him as well seeing how long it'd take for you to just cum off his praise.

And it didn't take long for you to feel your orgasm approach before quickly taking over and your climax hit as he was calling you his good girl.

You let out cries as you came and clenched on his fingers, entire body shaking as he fucked you slowly letting you ride your high.

As soon as your breathing calmed down and he slipped his fingers out of you, you sat up and got him to sit in your position. "C'mon your turn pretty boy." You coo and he chuckles but moves so anyway.

And without another word you laid down between his knees and undid his shorts as fast as you could. You slid them off his legs and left them on top of yours before slipping his cock out of his boxers. You left those on and just started stroking him.

You lean in and lick his tip, tasting his precum and swallowing every drip then spit on the tip and letting it drip down before stroking him again. He let out a shaky breath and you looked up at him with innocent eyes that drove hims absolutely insane. "You look so pretty." He murmurs making you squeeze your thighs together.

You then took him in your mouth, slowly bringing your head down at first not thinking you'd be able to take all of him considering how thick he was but you were slowly getting there. Only took a few minutes to take half of him before he put his hands on your head and made you take him deeper.

You were gagging against him which only made him thrust his hips into your mouth making you take all of him. You closed your eyes already feeling them fill with tears but you fought through it and took him all the way feeling his happy trail hit your nose.

You pulled away and gasped, panting but then slipped him back into your mouth and letting him do it again but for a longer period of time.

Soon enough you felt him twitch in your mouth as he was deep in your throat. You closed your eyes, breathed through your nose and prayed for the best.

He groaned and his legs shook beneath you as he shoots his load down your throat. You swallowed as much as you could but it was too much so you pulled away and let it fall in his thighs. You start stroking him slowly which makes him whine as his cock twitched at the sudden contact but yet more cum continued shooting out.

"Oh fuck!" He moans as you stroke him and go down to clean it up with your tongue.

You made sure to lick off every drop before finally taking your hand off him and taking notice he was breathing heavily. "Holy shit-" he mutters and grabs your face, bringing you in for a kiss.

You kiss back and he slides his tongue into your mouth, getting a taste of himself which only made you weak in the knees.

He then pulled away and gave you a sheepish grin, "that was- do you really have to leave?" He says and you laugh.

"Sadly. But I still have a few days left!" You say and he chuckles before bringing you into his chest as you both looked up and see a few twinkling stars above you.

And you used those days up to the best of your ability.

Now you told him the one exception was you didn't want to fuck, not there at least.

So the following day he had you wear a dress and made you sit on his face. And he made sure to emphasize "sitting down" because he wanted to feel all your weight on him.

You were scared you'd crush him but he said that'd just be the most badass way to die which only made you slap his arm. But you ended up sitting on his face and it was the best thing you'd ever tried.

You ended up like that for a good few hours before your poor pussy grew tired and you were just so overstimulated.

So you ended up making out until the sun set and you gave him a handjob as well.

The next day was your second to last day before you'd leave and he wanted to try out 69-ing to which you didn't complain about. He had already grown so use to eating you out and did not grow tired of it at all. And he loved hearing your moans, feeling your body shaking.

So he couldn't complain either.

That same day he had the brilliant idea of trying to eat you out underwater, you told him he'd actually die if he did that but he claimed he could hold his breath for a while.

Well it felt weird for both parties and he nearly drowned so that wasn't worth it. But you then stroked him while hiding behind a big rock then you got down to your knees so he could cum on your face.

And finally on your last day you sat next to each other and touched each other until you both came at the same time.

Prior to that you were just spending time together for the final time. He wanted you both to cum as the sun set. How romantic.

As you both got up and got dressed you sighed, sad that your little summer fling would come to an end.

And unfortunately never getting the chance to actually have him fuck you. But nothing lasted forever.

So after the final make out session you both pulled away breathless and you felt sad. But also happy it happened at all. And that you got to meet him.

"If it's meant to be I'm sure you'll get to go all the way in the future." You joked making him laugh and smile.

"Hopefully doll, I'm sure you feel absolutely amazing." He murmurs and you slap his arm before shrugging and giving him a sly wink finally walking away to never see him again.

Or so you think.

Your parents ended up giving you the grand surprise that you weren't actually leaving. You were moving to California.

And the reason your sister didn't come was because they actually gave her the house and her boyfriend was going to move in.

Why they didn't think of telling you before? Who knows but now you were gonna be living here and they made you enroll in the nearest university.

Somehow you got in just in time for classes to start to. You didn't have high hopes in seeing Miguel considering he'd told you a couple times he didn't really like university and wasn't really thinking about going back.

And you weren't sure in telling him you weren't going back after all. Especially considering you just had a couple good summer nights together.

So you didn't give it a second thought and just decided that's all it would be. A summer fling.

Not like you had much choice considering you didn't have any way of contacting him anyway.

You ended up going to your first day of uni and met two lovely girls outside who immediately helped you out. Frenchy and Sandy.

They were so sweet and led you to your classes, even having a few with both of them surprisingly.

You ended up having the same schedule layout and you all ended up going to the large dining hall to get something to eat.

You were then introduced to their other three girl friends, Rizzo, Marty, and Jan. Frenchy explained their little group were called the pink ladies which you thought was cute. They all had matching jackets as well.

Suddenly a girl named Patty comes along and the trio roll their eyes and groan. You pretend you don't notice and just take a bite out of the macaroni you got before she sat down next to you and started blabbing about who knows what.

Then Frenchy, a godsend angel, turned to you and asked you how your summer was.

"It was good! Spend most of my time at the beach. Might've met someone there..." you say and Patty beside you giggles but Rizzo just scoffs.

"Laying all your eggs in one basket? For some guy?" She asks and you shrug.

"He was... special." You say and she gives you a fake smile.

"There is no such thing hun." She says and you sigh looking at Patty. "It was so romantic."

On the other end of campus, on some bleachers, the self proclaimed 'T-Birds' were also asking Miguel how his summer went. But he had already told them that he met a girl.

But unlike your reminiscing of the romantic portion of your days together, his friends' immediate thoughts went to the more explicit portion...

"You don't wanna hear all the horny details." Miguel teases and all the guys gather around him yelling at him that they absolutely do.

So you both ended up spilling what you wanted to reveal except you kept your mouth shut on your exhibitions, not wanting to say too much about that.

On the other hand Miguel gave them every dirty detail possible. But for him he couldn't bring himself to tell his friends about the romantic side of how things went.

No way in hell was he going to admit those kinds of feelings in front of the guys. And mostly because they all just fucked around. Even though he knew he felt something besides just when things switched to the dirty side.

And thus you both reminisced on your favorite parts of your time together not knowing you were both on the same campus. Soon enough you'd both run into each other shocked but for now you stayed in your respective friend group.

As you walked out of the dining hall and to your last class Jan asked, "so what was his name?"

"Miguel O'Hara." You replied and her eyes widened as her and Marty burst into giggles but Rizzo smacks them to shut up.

"If you believe in miracles I'm sure Prince Charming will show up again some day. Somewhere unexpected." She says and gives you a smile.

"Think so?" You ask and she nods, grinning ear to ear as the other two girls follow her giggling their heads off.

"Oh you think so Frenchy?" You ask turning to the redhead and she avoids your gaze, awkwardly laughing and grabbing your arm.

She gives Sandy a look before Sandy links with your other arm, "how about we get to class yeah?" She says to you and you nod, questioning what the hell was going on.

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Dark Desire - Modern AU! | Chapter 2

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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Emotional Hurt/ Comfort/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D

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You waited as any guest would wait in the hall of the family's gigantic mansion in the center of King's Landing. With your suitcase at the door, you dropped the shoulder strap on it and walked to the family photos until someone made an appearance. You stopped to contemplate the pictures and you felt an immeasurable attack of jealousy. A recent family photo. The whole family in it, smiling. Helaena and her husband Jace with their two newborn twins, Daeron and his girlfriend, Alicent sitting and just behind her Aemond with a smirk… and your smiling father picking up one of Helaena's children, while Jace put his arm around the shoulders of his wife, who was holding the other baby. You hated him at that moment, could he smile that happy smile with Helaena's children and he was not able to look at your face? You kept looking at the photos with a serious face, more photos of the newborns, of the four brothers when they were younger… One of your father holding you when you were just a baby… you liked that photo. It was a sample of what could have been and was not... your eyes also fell on another of your favorites. In it, Aemond carried you on your shoulders while you had disguised yourself as Visenya. You were six years old and... you remembered having told him that he would be Vhagar... you looked away. At least your grandmother, who you knew was in charge of that, had had the decency to put two pictures of you on that hall cabinet…yet your eyes widened when you realized that these weren't the only pictures of you in the hall…there was a picture of you, a prom picture on the that you were dating Brynden Rivers, who had been your boyfriend until a few weeks ago... you were not embarrassed by the ridiculousness of the photo, nor by the fact that your ex was already considered one of the family... if not because you realized he was a bloody copy of Aemond, right then and there. They both had that Targaryen presence… and both were missing an eye… Brynden gracefully concealed it in front behind a lock of white hair, Aemond exposed it with his eyepatch… all this time you'd been dating a copy of Aemond... and you wanted to die... your grandmother needed to take that picture off there, for your sake. It shouldn't have taken long... no one was going to miss it... you took the photo when, behind you, you felt a presence that hugged you tightly by the hips and he took you with an affectionate growl in a hug...

"(Y/N)!!!" your uncle Daeron shook you in his embrace while you continued with the photo in your hand. Please, that picture needed to be removed from there. Getting a hug like that, you almost thought Daeron had missed you, almost seemed so, almost…

"Uncle" you replied, hugging him back, without letting go of the photo. You would throw it away as soon as you could.

"But how beautiful you are! How much have you grown in the last year!" he told you affectionately, stretching your cheeks, as if you were still a girl. Frankly, Daeron was the nicest of all your uncles, of the whole family. To him, you were still a little girl.

“(Y/N)” your grandmother waved behind you, getting your attention. Daeron took the opportunity to continue on his way away from you and you hugged your grandmother. You hugged her lovingly, still holding the photo in her hand. She knew what it was like not to feel like a dragon surrounded by these. You saw her twist her face when she saw you in those shorts and the top that left little to her imagination. You knew she was going to ask you… “Aren't you cold like that?” she told you just after the hug ended. You knew what was going through her head, she had always been too religious, but in that respect you had come off as a Dornish woman, wild and flawless.

"It's what it takes in Starfall" you replied with a shrugging smile. “It is much hotter there”

"Yeah, yeah... Tomorrow we'll go shopping, if that's okay with you..." she commented to you with a sweet smile. You agreed. Brilliant. You were going to buy the same thing but newer, only you didn't answer. "Why haven't you gone up to your room?" she asked you seeing that you had waited there until she had appeared. "This is your house, too," she told you as you two began to climb the stairs that led upstairs. You carried the suitcase, the shoulder bag and the photo. You'd rather do it than Cole did, who had stayed outside checking something about the car. With Alicent, it seemed as if that really was your home, but you knew it wasn't.

"Oh, Grandma, can you take this picture out of the hall?" you told her, giving her the frame with a smile, just as she finished going up the stairs. She looked at you confused as she took it in her hands.

"Why? It's the most current photo I have of you... and you're so pretty... and with that boyfriend so well dressed... ”she told you smiling as she looked at the photo. You were surprised that she didn't get any resemblance. But it didn't miss you either. Brynden had to seem good-looking to her because he looked like her children when they were younger.

"It's just that we've broke up" you scratched the back of your neck with an embarrassed smile, and she looked at you confused. You could read her mind 'Well, he hasn't lasted long'. It was what she wanted to tell you, but she just tried to smile and looked back at the photo.

“Oh, I'll take it off then. Better. You're too young for boyfriends "she told you approvingly "Even so I would like to have another photo of you, to put it in the hall, since you were not in the family photo..." you continued walking to your room. They could have waited for the photo as well, but they had taken it just a few days before you arrived. “Aemond was so demanding to take the photo for us… and then your father…” she began to tell you… In other words, you weren't in the family photo thanks to them… you sighed. It was not going to be an easy summer.

Finally, you arrived at the room that served as yours. Even though it didn't have anything recognizable as yours, you told your grandmother she was the same as you left it and thanked her. She left you alone to unpack, but you just lay tired on the bed. You wrote Brynden several messages telling him how ridiculous the anecdote with the photo was. You still got along, and you could tell that he still had a crush on you. You did not remember why you had left him, except for a simple whim knowing that the time to return to King's Landing was approaching... to return to the side of who you wanted to be, unconsciously, you had ended up doing everything for Aemond... Brynden took advantage of to call you, even though you knew it was just a pretext to hear your voice. You spent a while talking to him, only to end up telling him that you had things to do. You kept lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It was clear that everyone was interested in you except the one you were interested in... How wrong you were...

"By all seven, and where does this macabre crossover come from?" Daeron asked his mother, who was sitting at the kitchen island, changing the photo from the hall. Alicent looked at him raising a confused eyebrow.

"What is a crossover?" she told her son, who laughed at his mother's doubt and decided to open the fridge in search of a bottle of water. That kitchen was huge, like everything in that house, but there had been a time when that monstrosity had made sense, a time when everyone lived there and not just Alicent, Aemond and Aegon, as they did now.

“It's just that he looks like Aemond,” Daeron commented to his mother, pointing at your ex in the photo she'd removed from the frame. Alicent started to say something, when Aegon appeared with a smirk, his eyes red and puffy with exhaustion.

“Who resembles the most beloved of all my brothers? Please, let me know,” he said, sitting down in front of his mother on that island, ready to have breakfast, although it was already lunchtime. Besides, he was already well within his chance to mess with Aemond. He was not going to lose an opportunity to do what he liked most in the world.

"He's the boyfriend, well, now ex-boyfriend of (Y/N)" Alicent commented "She asked me to remove the photo because they broke up" Aegon took the photo and looked at it with a scowl while Daeron and Alicent continued talking.

"Well, the girl starts strong," laughed Daeron as Aegon continued trying to understand what the hell was going on, how was it possible that you had grown so much? At what point had all that been lost? "I'm sure she has Daddy issues" he continued joking "Only instead of having them with you, because it's obvious that you've never been with her, she has them with Aemond" Daeron addressed his older brother who laughed sarcastically. Aegon thought it must be a coincidence.

"What's that?" he asked again Alicent, who was always lost in the conversations of her children.

“Ask Helaena to explain it to you. She's the one who studied psychology,” Daeron told him, turning to leave the kitchen, drinking from his water bottle.

“(Y/N) has already arrived. She is in her room” her mother informed Aegon, who only sighed leaving the photo aside of her “It would be fine if you go say hello”

“Yes, of course, now in a while. She will be… she will be with her things. I don't want to disturb her,” Aegon snapped, looking away. At what point had you grown so much? He had lost everything... he hated himself... you were all he had and he hadn't even known how to be there for you...

"This is the last summer she's going to be here," his mother explained, and Aegon snorted sarcastically, screwing up his face.

"She has another one. She turned seventeen two weeks ago,” he said with a roll of his eyes, as if someone was going to tell him how old his daughter was.

"No, Aegon, no. (Y/N) turned eighteen,” his mother told him with a disapproving scowl. And Aegon froze. "She will start the University after this summer," Alicent explained to her, but he didn't listen anymore. Perfect. Now he really was the worst father in the world.

You had finally opened the suitcase when you heard a knock on the door without much conviction, you said that you could come in and you continued putting your clothes in the closet. When you turned to put on it another piece of clothing, you found your father looking at you with the same sadness with which he always looked at you, with his hands in his pockets. Like every time you saw him, you felt like you weren't ready for him. Neither of you both was.

"Hey" he greeted you in a whisper, and you smiled. You knew it was the most he could give you. Were you okay with that? No, but you couldn't demand much more of him. Aegon Targaryen was not a good man and you were too generous to hold it against him. Disheveled and with the face of having gone out to a party. This is how you would always remember your father.

"Hey" you returned the greeting in a more animated way while you continued taking clothes and leaving them in the closet. For a moment there was an awkward silence in which neither of you knew what to say. You saw how he sat on the bed and kept looking at you.

“I like your top” he told you, looking at you with what seemed like a trace of affection, and you smiled back.

“Grandma hates it. I've seen it in her face when she's seen me” you commented to him as you continued to put your things away and he laughed.

"Well, it's that it shows a lot of… skin for her taste" Aegon looked at you more animated, but still with that absolute sadness in his eyes "You're really prettier since the last time I saw you" he smiled at you and you smiled back. This was the longest conversation you had ever had. That gave you hope that something could change between you.

"Grandma is going to take me shopping for clothes tomorrow," you explained, narrowing your eyes and Aegon laughed.

"Great, so she can go crazy when she sees you with whatever you choose" he said with a sincere smile. Maybe he and you weren't that different. Two completely rebellious but lovely souls. At least that was how Aegon defined himself. You laughed at his comment, as if he had read your mind. "And what happened here?" he said, picking up the shoulder bag that was on the floor and that was destroyed after removing the patch with the Targaryen heraldry. Now there was only the Dayne's.

"Nothing" you told him taking the shoulder bag from his hands, completely blushing. You didn't want him to dig any further into what had happened to it, so… it had all been Aemond's fault. He just looked at you and he blamed himself because you had removed the shield from the dragon house. He looked away before speaking honestly to you.

"I'll buy you another, and have them embroider the Dayne shield on it" he tried to smile at you, as if he wanted to break a spear with that, as if that made up for the years he hadn't been, as if he had understood that all hope of you feeling like his daughter had disappeared...

"Thank you" you said with a sincere smile and he returned it the same. He got up and stretched, tired from the night before. He yawned and headed for the door. Something inside you knew that this was going to be the longest conversation you were going to have with him all summer.

"I will not bother you anymore. I'll let you place your things ”he said taking the door handle, ready to leave.

"You don't bother me, dad" you replied. Your eyes begged him to stay, that he be there with you. You had things to tell him. You could tell him about the entire year you hadn't seen each other. But, you knew your father. He never stayed.

"Glad not to disturb you, (Y/N)" Aegon responded by opening the door and closing it behind him. He didn't look back. He always hated that you didn't yell at him, that you didn't blame him for never being with you. You were too good for him, and he could only hate himself for it.

When you went downstairs to lunch, everyone had disappeared. You ate alone in the kitchen, watching how the cook went from one place to another preparing the things for the dinner that would be held in your honor that night, with all your uncles. At last, you would see Aemond. In another time, he would have been the first to see you and the last to say goodbye to you. You finished eating and to the surprise of the cook, you washed your plate and your glass. She looked at you incredulously and commented that Aemond had only been polite enough to do that when he ate alone. Yes, indeed only he could do it. You sighed to yourself and got ready to sit in the gardens of the mansion, near the pool. You would wait a while to bathe, then you would read… that was how you were going to spend your whole summer in that house, that was your idea.

"I'm just saying that genetics is what it is," Daeron explained again, a drink in hand as his father poured himself one. You kept looking at Helaena's children. One of them sitting on his father's knee while the other was on his mother's. Silver heads and brown eyes. They hadn't released the Targaryen look and Helaena was arguing with her brother about the fact that their eyes could change over time.

“They are still small. They are only five months old. Babies' eyes change,” your aunt huffed angrily as she rocked the child in her arms. He laughed, as did his brother on his father's legs. Jace looked at her confused.

“Would it be so bad if they gouged out my eyes?” he said with a half smile. You were all sitting in the garden of that huge house, sitting around a coffee table on some swings that your grandmother had put up the year before. Everyone seemed to have their place, and you sat in the only one that was empty. It must had been Aemond's. You recognized him by that expensive cologne that he used and the always perennial smell of tobacco on his clothes. They kept arguing about the color of the babies' eyes and your father came up to you. He offered you a drink, you were old by his standards, but your grandmother quickly admonished him. You were all still talking, waiting for Aemond to arrive for dinner. Well, the others were talking, you just looked at that French door waiting for him to appear, like a puppy in love.

“Well, it doesn't really matter who they look like. They're going to have the last name Velaryon, so…” Aegon shrugged, sitting across from you, but looking at his little sister and intruding on the conversation.

“Really, I don't care who they look like. We were just talking. Here the only one who is obsessed with lineage, blood and dynasty we know who he is…” Helaena snorted, her child falling asleep in her arms. You started paying attention to the conversation because you knew who they were going to talk about.

"No, what? Aemond? Please, no,” your father teased sarcastically. He took a sip from his glass, as if the topic really cheered him up. You had always known the animosity they had, but at that moment, you laughed at his joke, without understanding the depth of his words.

“I still remember the rant he gave me when he first brought Lya home. All because she was a Stark and where this left us that with our Valyrian lineage, and blah blah blah” Daeron began, rolling his eyes, opening a beer.

“At least he scolded you. He spent two weeks with me without speaking to me when I got pregnant. He told me that he thought I was having a tantrum with Jace, but he was glad that it wasn't in the end. Can you believe it?" Helaena said looking at her husband, who only answered her with a shrug.

“He spent his teenage years reading too much about dragons and ancient Valyria. Nothing good can come of that,” Aegon said, to which his mother scolded with a look.

“That's not true… When (Y/N) was born, Aemond didn't say anything. What's more, he looked really happy ” your grandmother scolded everyone with her eyes, trying to defend the coldest of all her children. You blushed. In those days it was hard for you to remember that after all, Aemond had been around even the day you were born.

"Of course not. She is a woman. The problem would have come if (Y/N) were a boy" Daeron sighed "If she were a man and were to continue the 'lineage', which obsesses him so much, it would have been different ”. You turned pale, what was happening with Aemond in recent years? You didn't remember him like that. He hadn't always been like this. They continued talking, finally changing the subject. You realized that too many things had changed for your liking.

At ten o'clock your grandmother decided that you had waited too long for Aemond to have dinner together. You already sat at the table without him. They toasted you, they asked you what you had planned to study, if they had already decided, Daeron encouraged you to study law. Aegon annoyed him saying that you should study Marketing. There were always vacancies in the company. Helaena encouraged you by saying that you could study psychology and then work in her consult. You willingly accepted the suggestions, to finally say you still didn't know what you wanted to do with your life the following year. Aegon took your shoulder in a protective gesture, and told you, whispering in your ear that he knew about the art school, that your mother had told him and that he was more than fine with it. You felt a wave of affection run through your body. You wanted to hug him, but he just nudged you affectionately with a mischievous smile. You smiled at him. It was a start.

At twelve o'clock at night, you were already sitting alone in that enormous room, in front of the gigantic television. The rest of the house had already gone to sleep and you were in the dark. Only illuminated by the light of the screen. You had the volume turned down to a minimum while watching the adult cartoons you had watched so many times with Aemond before last summer. They really didn't interest you in the slightest. You were just waiting for him, like a scorned lover. Your ex sent you a message, asking you what you were doing, you were just going to reply when you heard the front door open. You ran to meet him, almost with tears in your eyes. You needed to see him. You needed him to hold you.

You found him coming in the door, well groomed as always, reluctantly leaving his keys on the hall cabinet, and just when he looked up, in front of him. You were, freeze, admiring him with the sad eyes of a girl whose heart had been broken. His pupil dilated, why did you have to wear such short sleep pants? Why had you become an even prettier woman in that past year? He shook his head and cleared his throat.

"(Y / N)" he greeted you as if he had seen you yesterday, as if you hadn't seen each other for a year... as if nothing happened between you. He walked towards you with a slow and sure step.

"Uncle Aemond" you greeted him the same, with the same coldness that he had used. In another time you would have run to him to embrace him, but those were not other times. They were what they were, and you hated them with all your might.

"Now you're going to call me ‘uncle’, hm?" he told you, approaching and raising an eyebrow provocatively. For the first time in your life, you felt stupid talking to him. “All your life you have called me Aemond and now you call me 'Uncle Aemond'. Prefect” he released full of irony, as if he really wanted you to get away from him.

"You've also always come for me and this year you haven't," you blurted out, crossing your arms, indignant and hurt with him. You looked at him, but he just laughed. He just laughed, looking you up and down, his lips parted, as if he was trying to provoke you. He scanned you up and down with his one eye and laughed, as if his mind was running through a thousand thoughts that you had no idea about. He looked away, hating himself for what had just crossed his mind and he headed towards the kitchen without saying a word to you. To his displeasure, you followed him closely. He knew you wanted an explanation as to why he hadn't come looking for you, but it wasn't a simple explanation, or anything he wanted to talk to you about.

You saw him sit at the kitchen island after opening the fridge and grabbing a plate of leftovers from dinner. He was going to dinner alone and you sat across from him in silence. You needed an explanation, but all he did was snort at the way you sat across from him. He leaned back in his chair and let his hair down, just as he removed his eye patch, silently admiring you, and you admired him too. A true Targaryen. That was what you had in front of you, a sharp-jawed dragon with a powerful presence. That violet eye scrutinized you in silence. He pursed his lips. Always cold. Always stoic. He had been like this for everyone except you. Now this was with you too.

"Have you had a lot of work today?" you asked him, as if that justified his lack of interest in you. You looked at your hands, nervous, waiting for an answer. All the gallantry you had with other men went overboard with Aemond, with him you just felt like a little girl, despite already being a woman.

"Hmm" he did not want to answer you. Dry mouth, trying to swallow saliva to talk to you. You were beautiful. That damned year had made you even more irresistible. Those perfect purple eyes. Those eyes of his blood, of his lineage… he had imagined so many times that last year that… your eyes locked with his as you knelt to suck his… he shook his head at him. He was a fucking monster. He should see you for what you were. He hated himself for not doing it. "How was your flight?" It was all he could think of to tell you, just before starting to eat.

"Well, it was very quiet" you replied. You looked at him again and saw how he smiled a superior smile, slight, almost imperceptible, but there it was "I missed you..." you whispered to him. You noticed how your nails played with the skin of his hand, going up his arm. You expected him to also tell you that he had missed you, but perhaps he was too direct with you, verbalizing something that neither of you wanted to accept.

"I think we should keep our distance, don't you?" he spoke to you with a cold tone, and almost cruel. The glowing blue prosthesis lit in the dark, her features accentuated by the shadows from the kitchen. "We both know what's wrong with us"

"I don't understand you" you told him, but of course you understood, you wanted him to hug you, you wanted him to kiss you, you wanted him to make love to you. You blushed at the idea. What was going on in your head? He laughed at your words, cocky and arrogant.

"Of course you understand" he said, turning to look at you, like a wolf on his prey, as if he couldn't control what he felt for you anymore "You're not stupid, (Y / N). You are no longer a child and you know perfectly well the effect you have on others... the effect you have on me...”You widened your eyes at his confession. So…so, Aemond was interested in you? That's why he'd spent the last summer so far away from you. He felt attracted... "Of the two of us, the responsible adult is me, so it's my turn to mark the distances first. That’s why I didn't go to pick you up"

“Aemond…” you started to say, but he cut you off quickly after downing half a glass in one gulp, as if he could end up with his dry throat.

“Stop, (Y/N), enough. Please” It was all he asked of you, as if it were so simple for you “We are going to distance ourselves from each other. It will be the best” he repeated to you again, and you did not even continue listening to him. You got up from the chair and ran away. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

#aemond x y/n #aemond smut #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen modern au #aemond targaryen smut #aemond modern au #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x fem!reader

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irisintheafterglow · 1 year ago

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More Than It Seams (Chapter 4)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 2.8k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader, mentions of food/eating, mention of character death/disappearance, descriptions of wounds and blood, grief with happy ending

note: second to last chapter let's gooooo !!! in theory this could be considered the "last chapter," but don't you wanna know how the ball goes??? and maybe shoto and reader have their first kiss ;). thank you for all the support you've given this series!!

likes/reblogs/feedback are appreciated :)

New Voicemail Message [11:32 A.M]

“Hey! Just checking in; I just finished the whole flame side and I’m about to start the shading for the ice side. If you’re able, I’d love for you to come see it and maybe I can buy you lunch this time. No pressure, just let me know. Alright, bye!”

New Voicemail Message [5:36 P.M]

“Hi, hi, hi. I picked up Soba takeout for dinner if you’re free. I have both of our usuals, and I can drop them at your agency too if you’re busy. Oh, also, the lady behind the counter was so confused that it was me by myself; you should’ve seen her face. Anyway, just wanna make sure you’re doing okay. Bye!”

New Voicemail Message [8:24 P.M]

“Hey Shoto, it’s me, again. I’m sorry for spamming you with voicemails and shit. I just, honestly? I’m kinda worried, haha. I know it’s dumb. Like, I know you can handle yourself and everything, but part of me still wants to make sure you’re good, you know? Just, uh, let me know. If–when you’re home. I miss your stupid voice. Okay, bye.”

New Voicemail Message [11:56 P.M]

“Hey. I’m aware that I keep bothering you. If I did something to make you upset, I’m really sorry…I’m about to go to bed, but I’ll see you tomorrow? Obviously, you can’t see it, but uh, I’m sticking my thumb up, haha. Call me when you can, please.”

[2] Missed Calls: Big D(esigner)🧵👑💖

New Messages: Big D(esigner)🧵👑💖

12:00 A.M hey 12:00 A.M idk if you’re awake 12:00 A.M but if you are 12:01 A.M please check the news

The incessant buzzing phone in your hand woke you from your position on the couch. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you assume you passed out after eating a late dinner, waiting for Shoto to call. His food was in the fridge, untouched, while yours was only half-eaten, plastic bowls and utensils messily scattered across your coffee table. The notifications at the top of your phone made your heart drop into your stomach, and you prayed that the thought hiding in the back of your mind wasn’t true.

You stood as the TV clicked on, only for your legs to give out beneath you as the reporter detailed where he was last seen, what he was wearing, possible suspects, and the statement from his manager. There was no substance in the public statement, only reassurances that efforts are being made to find him. You shut down the TV after they got into the part of the statement that sounded like a fucking eulogy, talking about how he was a loyal friend, devoted hero, and embodiment of a good person. You didn’t need to be told that. You’d seen it firsthand for the past two weeks. Anger, confusion, worry, and grief came in waves, crashing against each other as you curled into yourself. Your eyes welled to alleviate the burn after staring at the screen, your forehead throbbing from the flashing reds and whites of the “BREAKING NEWS” title screen. Your lungs and throat felt empty, consciousness detached from the body.

No sobs rang out in the darkness of your apartment that night, and it terrified you how silent you were. There was no crying, no convulsing, no thrown objects across the room to create dents in the walls. It was just…silence. You couldn’t tell if you’d slept or not, hours passing as you stared wide-eyed at the ceiling after dragging yourself back onto the couch. It was an effort to breathe, to force yourself to inhale and exhale like it was opening and closing your fists.

As sunlight permeated through the lightly swinging shades, your phone alarm went off. You stared at it, the musical sound seeming to be coming from underwater. The notifications at the top of your phone once you finally turned it off were like reading in a dream, with letters blurring and rearranging until you didn’t know what the original message was. Hey, thinking about you, they said. We understand if you can’t make it in today, they promised. Hello, you were one of the people last seen with Todoroki Shoto. Our news outlet would like to interview you. Fingers gripping the phone so hard you wanted to snap it, you slammed it onto the coffee table. Flashes of white-hot rage took over your body, directed at no one in particular. You pulled a pillow into your chest, fighting back the impulse to scream, scream, scream until either your voice or your lungs give out.

“Hey.” It was your roommate, and she held her cat in her arms like a newborn baby. Your empty eyes stared back at them. “I won’t ask if you’re doing okay because that’s a bullshit question. I just wanted to tell you that I’m here for you if you need anything. Just call me, yeah?” You barely nod your assent, and her gentle fingers brush away the tears that had broken through your resolve. “I know it’s hard, and I know you’re grieving,” she said as she rose from the crouch she took to be eye-level with you. She takes your hand, giving it a squeeze. “But I also know that you’re one of the strongest people I know. We both know it’s Friday, and we both know those assholes in the commission aren’t going to postpone the one event that brings them money.” She doesn’t say it, but you know what she means. You need to get up and finish your pieces. “Do your best, okay?”

Just do your best.

It’s what you repeated to yourself as you struggled from the couch to your bedroom, then to the bathroom, then finally out the door and through the gate in your office. Your other designer, the one who had told you to check the news, runs over from his station. Shaking your head decisively before he could speak, you brush past him with an understanding hand on his shoulder. Your aching throat didn’t have the voice to give one last round of encouragement to your staff, but they looked to you anyway as you took your spot at the front of the room.

“Just do your best,” you said before turning to the embroidery thread shelves and picking out the most vibrant shades of blue and light purple you could find. The rest of the office worked with a fervor you’d never seen before, and you gave them a sad smile whenever they’d glance up to check on you. All the other heroes’ ball looks were finalized, ready to be handed off to their stylists who would do the final dressing and accessorizing. Seven mannequins lined up in front of a window: Cellophane’s intricately beaded suit, Momo’s sweeping velvet ball gown, Deku’s sleek three-piece, Red Riot’s fiery matching set, Pinky’s princess-like mermaid dress, and Bakugo’s sheer-paneled, explosive applique-covered denim jacket.

Everyone’s looks were finished, except one. His tailored leather pants were complete as well as the simple white button-up, and the silver pocket chain rested around the headless neck of the mannequin. All that was left to do was finish the design covering the back of the coat, which you worked on tirelessly far past when your staff had left the building. It should have been a day of celebration with champagne, balloons, and cake to commemorate another successful Hero Ball; but, 11:30 and 5:00 passed with no trace of him, and you couldn’t find it in your mind to participate in festivities. Whispered goodbyes and “see you tomorrow” floated around you, and it took more energy than it should have to smile and nod.

Time ran away from you again, and the coat was finished at midnight on the dot, embellished with small buckles, two rows of buttons, shoulder pads, pockets, and the stunning ice and flame embroidery on the back panel. It truly was the greatest piece you had imagined and created, your quirk allowing the thread to almost act like paint as you added subtle nuance to the two opposing cranes. The fire crane rose from the bottom corner of one of the front panels, forming a circle with the ice crane that descended from the shoulder pad of the opposite front panel. Draping the finished piece on the mannequin and attaching the pocket chain for good measure, you stepped back with your hands on your hips to admire your work. He was gonna love it, when he saw it. If he saw it, the pessimistic demon in your mind whispered. With a deep breath that you didn’t know you needed, you turned to pack your stuff and head home.

And that’s when something large slammed into M’s office window.

The thud startled you, the dull noise of something hitting the glass bouncing off the empty cavern of the room. Your fingers wrapped around a pair of scissors as you approached the half-open door, cautiously guiding it open and squinting at the distorted figure behind the dark glass. Your eyes widened when you realized the object was huge, the size of at least two very tall people. One hand tightly gripping the scissors, the other slowly slid into your pocket to call the police when you heard a voice call from the other side.

“Needle! Needle…wait, what? Needle, uh, sprouting from…Needle sprouting from thumb? Jesus, Todoroki, who would ever say such a thing–” You threw the window open, sending it flying upward as you took in the people set precariously on the ledge. You recognized one as Deku, the number one hero who sometimes visited your office to implement support tech into his costume. His gloved hand grabbed the edge of the window, easing him and the person he was carrying into M’s office and collapsing onto the couch. Deku quickly stood, closing the window and scanning the surroundings for threats. Your hand unconsciously rose to brush the matted red hair from the other person’s face, and the oxygen left your lungs as you zeroed in on the scar barely visible around the blood splattered on the person’s left eye.

Shoto.

His body was in tatters, with scrapes and cuts and punctures covering his body like some zombie Halloween. The white of his hair was covered in so much blood that his entire head was red. His suit had burnt off on his fire side, and his ice side was nearly blue from discoloration. Your body moved on its own when you took in the most significant wound, a large gash cutting diagonally across his abdomen. Mind empty except for the battered man on M’s couch, you shoved your hands into the fabric scraps box and brought them back to Deku, who pressed them against Shoto’s gash to stop the bleeding. Fingers pressed under his chin, you felt a faint heartbeat and could see his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He was dying, and you needed to do something to stop the blood loss.

“I tried to get him to go to a hospital, but he said it wasn’t safe,” Deku said to you, eyes clouded with concern. “He was barely able to tell me your building’s address before he passed out. I trust his judgment, but I really need you to know that, if Todoroki doesn’t get stitches, he will die. Do you have some way of stitching this up?” The fabric in his hands was soaked a dark red and the realization of what Shoto wanted you to do hit you like a train.

He wanted you to give him stitches.

You’d never tried your quirk on any actual humans, only textiles. Your parents had suggested becoming a medic because of your quirk, but the idea of manipulating something to enter a human body was an idea that you couldn’t stomach. There were others with more efficient quirks who could do that, but none of them were with you now. An idea dawned on you, and you reminded yourself to applaud your planning skills later.

“Deku?”

“Yeah?”

“I need the sutures from your toolbelt.” His eyes widened in understanding, and he frantically pushed aside objects in his belt to find the roll of medical-grade nylon you’d placed there as a part of upgrading his first-aid kit. “Sorry, I added…more items,” he muttered apologetically, finally handing you the unused spool and the box containing the sterilized needle. Like clockwork, you threaded the needle just as you had millions of times before. Averting your gaze as Shoto groaned in pain from Deku cleaning the wound with alcohol pads that you’d also put in his belt, your hand soon hovered over Shoto’s wound in preparation to close it.

You squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring the image of the sewing machine and instead opting for a simple knot at select intervals. Fighting down the bile in your throat as the needle pinched Shoto’s skin together, you shakily guided the thread through the skin layers and tied it into a tight knot. You felt Deku’s eyes watch you in amazement as you worked, delicately patching Shoto back together as you had with his suit the first day he’d walked through your elevator doors. Slowly but steadily, you moved your hand and the thread across the wound, sewing it shut like you’d attached his trenchcoat panels. They were, by no means, medical-grade stitches, but you believed they got the job done as the color slowly returned to Shoto’s face. When you finished stitching the large wound, you helped Deku wrap the lower half of his chest and his arms with gauze. With more scraps of fabric, you gently scrubbed off the blood and dirt, combing through his tangled hair with wet fingers.

“Thank you, Deku,” you said quietly to him as you threw used fabric scraps into a trash bag. “For bringing Shoto to me. I was really worried.”

“Of course,” he replied, smiling warmly. “I only wish that I’d met Todoroki’s partner under different circumstances.”

“Partner? I mean, yeah, we’re business partners, but–”

“Oh, no. I’m so sorry, then. I, uh, meant romantically.” Your face began to burn from Deku’s assumption. “He just talked about you a lot, you know. How much he liked being around you, how you seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. He told me about all your soba dates and how he didn’t want them to be considered dates since he wants to take you somewhere much nicer when you’re done with all the ball stuff, but I still think they’re dates.” Holy shit, Deku was rambling. “I teased him about it since I don’t think he’s ever been in love before, but–”

“Midoriya, I implore you to stop talking.” You both gasped, turning to look at a barely-conscious Shoto, who was trying to sit up from the couch.

“Todoroki, you’re awake! Wait, no, no–you can’t sit up yet,” Deku stutters out as he rushes over to carefully push Shoto’s shoulders back down, moving the hair from his forehead as his head falls back against the armrest. You feel out of your body again as you kneel next to him, fingers brushing his cheek in relief. “I’ll uh, give you two some space,” Deku declares as he scrambles to pick up the trash bags and exit M’s office, leaving you alone with Shoto.

His gentle eyes find yours. “Hey, pretty.”

“Hi, handsome,” you whisper, reciprocating the weak smile he gives you as he takes in your exhausted face. “What the hell were you thinking, coming here? You needed a hospital. It wasn’t safe risking your life to come here, Sho,” the shortened version of his name slips from your mouth before you could stop it, but the even softer look he gives you sends any regret or embarrassment running. “What would you have done if I wasn’t in the office?”

“I just knew you would be.”

“That’s a terrible plan.”

“But it worked out.”

“That it did.” You press your lips to his forehead and relish in the way his eyes shut in contentment. “I finished your coat.”

“You did?”

“I did, but you can’t see it right now. If you lift a single finger off that couch, I’m going to reopen your stitches.” He lets out a pained laugh, wincing at the pain shooting across his chest. A thoughtful look crosses his face again, and you adore the way you could see him working things out in his mind. What those things are, you’d never know, but his pure intellect was enough to admire.

“Do you still plan on attending the ball tomorrow?”

“Not if you’re still hurt.”

“In that case, I am no longer hurt.” He smirks at you, with an immature, boyish, attractive smile. “And I still haven’t…chosen a plus one.”

You feel your heart cease racing in your chest. “Yeah? And who’s the lucky winner?” Your voice shakes slightly as you attempt to relieve the tension with a joke.

He looks at you again with that expression that makes you want to kiss him.

“It’s you. It’s always been you.”

As you finally drift off to sleep slumped against the couch, your face close enough to his to feel him breathe, you know in your mind that it’d always been him, too.

[1] Missed Call - Midoriya Izuku

New Voicemail Message [2:04 A.M]

"Hi Yaomomo! Hope you're doing well. I need a favor..."

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x you #todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x you #bnha #mha #shoto x you #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto #my hero academia #mha hurt/comfort

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hofftrans · 10 months ago

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Getting real comfortable unfollowing and/or blocking blogs that only use political activism as a way to give themselves a feeling of like moral hierarchy. Like I think it's something we all struggle w to an extent, there's this long held concept of "I can only feel that I am good if I have someone bad to compare myself to" and in a terrifying world with so many terrible, terrible things going on in it I so understand the desire to be sure in the knowledge that you are a good person.

But part of kindness and community and compassion is being able to communicate patiently and empathetically with others, and so often I see posts or tags on this site that could be incredibly informative and create real change if they weren't written like somebody trying to get a mic drop moment instead of trying to get people to change and grow.

This is not to say minorities need to or should be polite to their oppressors, that's absolutely not the message of this post and I wanna clarify that to avoid a "love pancakes = hate waffles" situation.

The message of this post is about the amount of posts on here that bring up any issue in the world at all and phrase it as "not that any of you give a shit" or "and no one fucking cares" or "reblogging this is literally the least you can do" or "but I know you'll just ignore this so fuck you"

Like idk I just feel like we've accidentally recreated protestant values and catholic guilt over the idea of actual change, as well as the dangers involved in like "you should know to do the right thing because you're SCUM IF YOU DONT" instead of going "here's some education or a way to help" and then responding that way once someone refuses growth or change.

I'm going to try and practice what I preach here by explaining one of the reasons I think this is so dangerous without insisting you're a monster for not knowing: a large amount of the population suffers from obsessive compulsive disorder, and one of the major ways ocd can present itself is ocpd or as my mates and I have come to call it "ethical ocd." Ethical ocd (in vague terms bc I'm not a doctor) is the extreme anxiety/fear/obsession over being morally wrong or a bad person and sufferers often feel the need to prove absolutely that they are good and can often feel the need to self harm or partake in dangerous behaviour if they make any mistakes or have an intrusive thought of a violent or hurtful nature. I know this because I've suffered from this a lot throughout my life, and as a teenager I spent many years away from tumblr due to how the moral hierarchy culture here was just like pouring fuel directly onto an open bonfire. This is obviously an issue many people don't know about and I get that, I feel no judgement towards them for that. I'm just pleading with people to consider whether their activism on here is coming purely from a place of actually wanting to help people improve their behaviour and improve the world we live in or if it comes from a much deeper need to feel sure and right in yourself, which again is not something that is a moral failure or makes you a monster, just something I really hope people can get help with before it spirals into a more and more harmful behaviour

#sorry for the length of this post im just getting a bit tired and sad seeing the amount of people on here who are fighting for good causes!#but are doing so with the exact same energy my RE teacher gave when she told me if i did something hurtful i would BURN IN HELL #instead of explaining to me that the thing i was doing hurts other people and trust in that first instance that i as a humam being want to #do the kind and right thing without being threatened or shamed into doing so

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nkn0va · 7 months ago

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Hello Chef anon here. I had an idea about Celica introducing her S/O to her friends and family because I feel like S/O would lose their mind. Like "Here they are!": The most wanted terrorist in the world Immortal eldritch horror samurai My sister, the strongest mage in the world Her husband, a samurai cat And their daughter, a nuke stockpiling drug addict

I am befuddled that of all the Blazblue waifus that had to be requested last it was Celica. Holy shit.

Also I've been told that apparently people are blocking me because they don't wanna see x reader shit in the general blazblue tag. I think I've already reached everyone here on Tumblr by this point who knows Blazblue considering how small the community is so I can stop tagging blazblue on it all. If you wanna find my stuff without searching for me, use the blazblue x reader tag.

-Celica likely brings up the idea first to meet her family and friends. You hadn't really met them for yourself though she has mentioned them here and there. Anyone would be nervous to meet their partner's family but you figured it'd be best to do it sooner than later.

-Regardless of that, she reassures you with a smile that it'll be completely fine, you'll love them. Even though Minerva's body language seems to be telling you a different story, you still wanna have at least some faith in your girlfriend so you go along with it.

-The first person you meet is supposedly her niece once she leads you to the NOL branch nearby. A half-beastkin with a serious attitude/sweets addiction, albeit clearly a very intelligent one. She's probably a lot older than she looks, and you shiver at the idea of her becoming your niece despite the fact she could very well be old enough to be your great-grandma. She doesn't really give a shit about Celica's love life, though she does pity you for dating someone whose existence is on a rather short clock without knowing it. She doesn't really tell you that though, she'll leave it up to Celica to break the news when the time comes, Kokonoe has more important things to be doing.

-Next up is...

-IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER!?!?

-...Yup, it is. That wanted poster is complete ass, but the hair and jacket match up, at least. The Grim Reaper, or...Ragna, is actually a surprisingly chill guy, clear temper problems notwithstanding. He didn't try to slice you in half immediately which was nice, though he made it pretty clear what he'd do if you ever hurt Celica.

-Oh shit, is that one of the Six Heroes?

-Oh shit, is that another one of the Six Heroes!?

-Yes, on both accounts. You're really starting to feel the pressure, especially from Hakumen. He does still care about Celica beneath the cold, hard exterior, literally and metaphorically. Jubei's at least much more amiable, happy for Celica to have that special someone like he did. Honestly he's the only one other than Celica herself that's trying to alleviate the pressure you're feeling, which you very much appreciate.

-He trusts Celica's better judgment and is sure you're a good fit for her, especially if you managed to win Minerva's trust as well. More than anything though he's glad to have someone else to keep her from getting lost all the damn time, much to her chagrin when he brings it up.

-More importantly though that leaves just her sister you haven't met, though Celica says you'll get the chance to when you and a bunch of other people visit her workshop, seemingly on a mission to destroy something.

-Oh shit, is that another one of the Six Heroes!?

-Yes, and she is not happy with the fact that Celica has found an S/O, god forbid if you're a guy. She would immediately go for the kill on you if it weren't for Ragna intervening and fighting her first.

-When Nine has no choice but sacrifice herself to give everyone else time to stop Izanami, she gives you one last request in particular. She hates the idea of having to trust her dear sister in the hands of a romantic partner she doesn't even know, but she's otherwise out of options.

-You recognize that deep down she was only zeroing in on you because she loved Celica, which was only reinforced by the way Celica worried so much for her when Ragna ran her through and was then attacked by Izanami. She didn't really make the best first impression on you, but you respected her for her achievements and the dedication she had toward her family. Maybe under better circumstances you would've gotten off on the right foot more.

#blazblue x reader #celica a mercury #headcanon #x reader

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miradelletarot · 4 months ago

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Thank you for the tag @someunholyhiddles

🎶Last song - Die with a Smile by Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars

🌈 Favourite colour: Dark teal

📺 Currently watching: Well, I'm caught up on them, but I was watching Bridgerton and Geek Girl

🎥Last movie: First Wives Club (the 90s one b/c it's my fave)

🍩Sweet/spicy/savoury: Savory. Even my sweets though, the need to have a salty balance. Chocolate covered pretzels? brownies with flaky salt on them? Perfection. I don't like anything super sweet. Spicy is tricky. I don't mind a touch of heat, but if it's so spicy that I can't enjoy the food it's not worth it. But, I can handle a little wasabi and stuff b/c it doesn't set my entire mouth on fire. Gimme heat with flavor, not for the sake of melting my tastebuds.

💖Relationship status: (almost) divorced. We're getting there people!

💘Current obsession: Gale Dekarios. He is gonna have a chokehold on me for a very long time I think.

💻Last thing googled: Well, the last one is in regards to the @bg3tarotdeck so you can't see that one b/c it's secret!! shh!! The one after that is something for one of my kids' school websites. You can't know that one either lol. The one I CAN share after that is "Obgyn on Youtube," because I was telling my daughter about Mama Doctor Jones, and I couldn't remember her name lol.

Gonna tag @senualothbrok @keldae @morb-untamed @theletteraesc @tavyliasin No pressure ofc! My life has been a roller coaster of emotions lately so I totally get it if you can't/don't wanna do it. Also, so sorry if you have been tagged already. I have been off Tumblr a lot lately b/c of mental health shit so sorry if I missed anything.

ofc, even if you weren't tagged, but you wanna do this then consider yourself lovingly tagged! I love learning new things about people!

#tag game #Spotify

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amoreuxx · 2 years ago

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i will be, too. — psh.

tags: slight angst

the loud music was supposed to get you excited, ready to go to the dance floor and have fun dancing. but here you were, on your seat, weakly jabbing food on to your fork. your boyfriend was sat next to you, watching the other people in the venue do their own things. he was quiet. there was tension between the two of you, not something you thought would happen during prom night. "do you wanna dance after you eat?", he quietly asked you. you looked at sunghoon, but immediately regretted it. he had this sad look on his face, and you're sure it reflected on yours too. this wasn't the night you were excited for.

sunghoon and you had been in a relationship since sophomore year. of course, those years were filled with fun and love. he was a sweet guy, the ideal of most girls. he made sure to always consider your feelings and make time for you. you consider yourself very lucky to have him to yourself. but lately, it seems like being with him was suffocating. so many misunderstandings and arguments over the smallest things. it made you think something changed, it was either him or you. maybe both. but it was so sudden that it hurt because you don't know why. sunghoon still tries to make time for you, but now it feels like he's forced to do it. you liked his presence, but maybe because you're just used to him being there. moreover, you tell him off or he does to you for something either of you did, but it wasn't that big of a deal. rather, the fights that come after become one. it was getting tiring. you were tired. as much as it'd hurt to say, it was obvious the two of you weren't getting along as well as before. and it was becoming more and more frequent.

"sure.", you said, answering his question from earlier. you really had no energy to finish your plate, so you just left it there and headed to the dance floor with sunghoon. right when you arrived however, the music stopped and someone got up on stage. "hi! hope you're all having a wonderful night tonight!", the person on stage said and the crowd cheered. you see they were preparing for a performance with all the set up of guitars and drums. "alright, we're gonna switch it up a bit.", they said. "i'm sure you're all tired from dancing, but how about we take it slow this time?" the crowd cheers again and you can see people dissipating into pairs. the band was last minute checking their sounds. once they were settled, a strum of a guitar played. the hype mood immediately changed into that of a somber one.

I see a rose

It reminds me of you

Oh, so precious

With thorns that could hurt me

you were surrounded by people slow dancing to the song. you realized the lyrics weren't sweet but rather hurtful. it reminded you of something. and it was just fitting for your situation. nobody else seemed to care about the sadness of the song but you as they continue to sway to the it. sunghoon held out his hand and you took it. he placed a hand on your waist and guided you to the music. the two of you weren't even looking at each other. you probably couldn't. each second passing, as if like a rose's thorns, the lyrics continue to prick you. "hey, uh,", sunghoon began to say something. he sighed and shook his head. "i-im sorry." when he apologized, it felt like your heart was being shattered. he didn't have to, but it felt like it had to be said. "these days... there is something that doesn't feel... right. I'm pretty sure you know this, too." you still couldn't look him in the eye. "hm." you just hummed in response. "i haven't been the best for you and i seem to always make you upset recently.", he continued. "i feel like i'm tiring you out when you deserve better." you shook your head. "i'm okay.", you say in a strained voice, betraying what you wanted to project. he sighed again. "listen, i love you." that made you look at him in the eyes. ones that were mirroring the sadness you feel. "i truly do.", he said softly. it took a moment but, "i love you, too.", you tell him.

though, both of you know that that love had turned into loved somewhere along the way.

And there's one

There goes another

I'm plucking the last one

And just like that l'm all gone

the two of you continued to sway to the music. both of you continued to dance in silence. not much words were needed to tell what it is you wanted to say to each other. it was a given for the both of you. just like the lyrics were repeating to the end of the song, I'm all gone, you truly were.

the both of you were.

and as the song ended, so did you.

#sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon angst #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen angst #angst

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midgardianweasley · 3 years ago

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She saved me.

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Summary: days where Y/N reminisced on her past weren't always pleasant, but there's one light that can give her hope in the dark.

Word count:1.3k

A/N: hi! Look at me writing a fic for the first time in months🙃 Not entirely sure how I feel about this yet, but I wanna get back into my writing, so, here's this non proofread, 3am and hopefully decent fic?? ig??

Taglist and requests are open<33

Today was one of those days. One of those days that didn't happen all too often, yet always snuck up on you unexpectedly.

You were never one to dwell on the past, if anything, you tried to avoid thinking of it altogether, not wanting to confront the feelings that usually tagged along and sent you spiralling. However, when you woke up this morning with that heaviness in your stomach and the tightness in your chest, you knew.

Today was one of those days.

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Up until three years ago, your loyalties lay with your family, which would've been completely fine if their loyalties weren't with HYDRA and their goal to essentially take over the world and everything in it, stopping at nothing to achieve this, even if it meant causing mass destruction.

Unfortunately, in your eagerness to please your parents and impress those you deemed to be above you, you found yourself among the mess, the chaos, the pain. All of the things that were wrong and you knew that deep down, no matter how many nights you stayed up trying to justify your actions.

You wanted out. You knew it would never be easy to leave, HYDRA wasn't a B&B, there was no option to pack your bags and go and leave a 'needs improvement' comment card in your dust. You had no choice. It was either stay, or be hunted down like prey and killed in a matter of days, weeks if you were lucky.

You were stuck in this never ending cycle. That was until you met a red-haired assassin on one of your missions. You were sent to kill her, and it was made clear that if you failed, there would be severe consequences for you to face when you got back.

It was a simple task compared to some. A quick job. Or so you thought.

It wasn't until you were laying on the ground in a random dark alley, your cheek feeling every stone on the ground as your wrists were caught in her grip behind you, that the overwhelming feeling of defeat washed over you. And not just because the Black Widow had kicked your ass.

"You don't want to do this." She muttered from above you, her grip on you failing to loosen at all.

"You're telling me." You mumbled, feeling that 'duh' wouldn't have been an entirely appropriate response. Though it seemed to make the woman chuckle slightly, almost unnoticeable if she wasn't quite literally sitting on your back.

"The gun you were pointing at my face a few seconds ago tells me otherwise."

"Yeah well, it was either you or me, and while life isn't my best friend, I've grown accustomed to y'know, breathing. I'd prefer to keep it that way." You spoke as best you could, considering the position you were in.

"You want out?"

"I certainly don't want in, so yes, I guess 'out' would be preferable."

After moments of silence besides the distant sirens and business of the New York streets, you suddenly felt a weight lifting off of you.

"Up." The assassin spoke, dusting herself off.

You did what she told you, your brows furrowed as you awaited an explanation.

"Come with me." She said, turning on her heels, beginning to walk away while whispering something into her earpiece.

"Wha- where are we going?" What are you doing? Look, if you're gonna kill me then-"

Cutting you off, the woman spun around, red waves following without letting a hair fall out of place, her green eyes settling on yours, this was your first time seeing her properly up close, and while she did scare you a little, you had to admit, she was beautiful. Even if she was about to kill you, it'd be a nice view.

"You wanted out, yes?"

You nodded.

"Then we'll get you out."

"But-"

"Yes?"

"How do you know you can trust me?" You stood awkwardly, suddenly feeling small under her gaze.

She faltered for a moment, glancing around, thinking to herself for a few seconds before looking back at you. She shrugged.

"You remind me of someone I knew."

"And who's this mystery person?"

There was another slight pause before she spoke again, a small smile making its way onto her face. "Someone who wanted a second chance."

No more words were spoken between the two of you at that moment, but you ended up finding out who the person was that you reminded her of.

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"Honey? Y/N?" You heard from beside you, though a part of you felt like it was coming from miles away. Nonetheless, you blinked rapidly in an attempt to snap out of your daze, trying to find something to focus on to ground yourself. And you did.

The same green eyes you remember from three years ago. The eyes that belong to the woman you've shared a bed with for the last year and a half. The only thing that made you feel at home.

"Hey, you with me?" Her hand fell onto your arm, moving up and down with gentle strokes to slowly bring you back to reality. She knew what this was, she was always able to read the signs, knowing someone else better than you know yourself was bound to give you that ability.

"Yeah, yeah I'm sorry." You mumbled, looking down at your hands that were pinching and poking at the bed covers before they were linked with another.

"It happened again, didn't it?" She asked.

You nodded in response, turning onto your side so that you could give her all of your attention rather than letting your head run wild. She gave you a gentle smile, her other hand reaching up to move some hair back behind your ear.

"There's my pretty girl."

You blushed slightly, humoured at the fact that no matter what, she was able to make you feel butterflies.

"How're you feeling?"

"I'm not sure actually. It's a mess."

"That's okay. Take your time."

Taking a deep breath, you tried to collect your thoughts, internally figuring out what was going on with you.

"I feel..lucky. but undeserving."

"Right?" She stayed quiet, giving you the opportunity to continue.

"I just- I did some horrible, horrible things. And to people who didn't deserve it. I fought for the wrong side for so long. And I know I'm not there anymore, but it's this lingering guilt that I can't fix, I can't reverse. And w-who knows what i-i would've done if you hadn't seen something in me? Who I'd..you know."

Her thumb moved from your hand to your face, wiping away tears you hadn't realised had fallen. You let out a shaky breath, trying to keep some form of composure so you didn't crumble. Not that she hadn't seen it all before.

"You didn't have a choice."

"I-"

"No, hey, listen. Okay?"

You stayed silent, letting her speak.

"you were stuck. You were raised in that place and didn't know anything else except survival. You have some blood on your hands, so do I. But think of everything you've done since, yeah? The thousands you've helped on missions, the little things you do everyday. You've been determined to better yourself since day one, that's what matters. You continue to help people, save lives. I saw that in you the first time we met. You make me so proud and I have no regrets with you." She looked at you intensely, doing everything she can to get her point across.

"you did?"

"As clear as day."

"We're both better, right?." You smiled, leaving forward to learn your forehead against hers, wanting that extra intimacy.

"Exactly. I've got you Detka."

"I love you Nat."

"Right back at you Y/N."

You both lay there as time passed by, oblivious to the world rushing around outside, simply choosing to stay under the covers with each other, limbs tangled together and enjoying the peace.

That's all today was. One of those days where the two of you ignore the world, focusing only on one another, completely entranced by the other, as sweet nothings were whispered into the room.

The green eyes, the red hair, the assassin, the woman who picked you up and continues to lift you higher. She was your home.

Natasha Romanoff loved you, protected you, and above all else,

She saved you.

Taglist: @wandaromanova @eilarch @natashaswifey @lostandsearching @pottahishotasf @d14n4ol @xxromanoffxx @007giu @marvelwomenslut @fishyandco

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