#misread the request and only realized when posting

[gatorbites-imagines]

Do you write for Scott Summers/Cyclops??! Specifically James Marsden version/X-men movies?? (I am so normal about him I promise)

If so, fucking Scott against/bent over his motorcycle and he's a whimpering mess 😍 just something about him loving his bike so much makes me wanna breed him on/against it😋

If you don't do X-men you could replace Scott with Nightwing :3

Kurt Wagner x male reader

Ficlet

I swear to god I misread Nightwing as Nightcrawler and it was first when I was about to post this that I realized the mistake, and there is too much about Kurt, his powers and appearance to rewrite it as anyone else… so… Kurt it is. If you want it with Scott, send the request again, my bad bro.

Don’t ask me why Kurt is hitchhiking and doesn’t just BAMF away, it’s for plot…

Kurt was well and truly lost when you picked him up. Thankfully hed still had his watch, the one that altered his physical appearance, so he wasn’t so visibly a mutant. It was out in the middle of nowhere, somewhere Kurt had stumbled after BAMFing out of one situation or another. And yeah, he could have just teleported back again, but his head was hurting really badly, so he didn’t.

In the end he pulled the good old tradition of hitchhiking, of standing by the side of the road with his thumb out and hoping some soul would drive down these baren roads. And luckily, you did, in a mud-covered, beaten truck that looked like your stereotypical country car.

The conversation flowed between the two of you, with you being fascinated by how far away he was from Germany, because Kurt made up some story about being a German hitchhiker seeing the world. Kurt could feel his tail twitching even as it was hidden, and the dirty tanktop, messy beard and old trucker cap you wore wasn’t helping.

There was a reason the one rule of his religion that Kurt couldn’t follow was celibacy, and you made his blood rush. Kurt knew he should be careful, he knew all the stereotypes about men like you, and he knew that later on some of the others would scold him for getting into a stranger’s car. What if you were a serial killer?

But Kurt was a weak man, something he prayed about on the regular, so when you offered to let him spend the night at your place, he jumped on it. even if it didn’t lead to anything, staying the night would be better than trying to get back to the X-men in the dark. That was an excuse, and he knew it, but who could blame him.

It was a nice place you had, large and cared for, even if it was only you. There were two more cars in your massive garage, and a beautiful motorcycle, which Kurt was quick to climb on top of and started turning the handles as he cooed in interest.

There were multiple reasons Kurt was called an imp and elf, and his curled flirty smile was one of them. That very smile as thrown your way, Kurt crossing his fingers in hopes that he had read you right. Seeing you huff but suppressing a smirk of your own had blood rushing downwards, his tail flicking and knocking something over, even in its invisible state.

One thing led to another, and the two of you ended up making out against your bike. It wasn’t actually in a drivable state, it didn’t have any wheels and was just a passion project of yours, but making out with a cute guy against it was really good.

It was a lucky coincidence that you liked jerking off in your garage, meaning you had lube laying around in one of your multiple toolboxes. Kurt was gonna make a flirty joke about it, but your mouth was on his before he could, your teeth clacking and tongues intertwining wetly.

All your jostling and rutting must have smacked Kurts wrist against your bike, as a familiar beep met his ears, and suddenly the illusion flickered and there was blue. The kiss was disconnected as you pulled back, eyes widening at the suddenly fuzzy and very blue man against your bike.

Kurts eyes had widened too, they were completely yellow you noticed. For him it wasn’t shock as much as it was fear, as any mutant knew how some people reacted to their kind, especially the ones that didn’t look like the norm.

There was a flicking motion in your peripheral, your eyes turning to it only to see a tail of all things flicking side to side. It even had a triangle shaped tip like a cartoon devil. It wasn’t that you hated mutants, you hadn’t ever met one that you knew of, and you liked to mind your own lane.

“Well… this is awkward, hehe” Kurt chuckled out, voice a little dry and tense as his shoulders rose, eyes flicking towards the well. “Only if you make it one” you reply after taking him in, sliding your hands up his sides and feeling his velvet fuzzy fur. You could work with this.

Kurt could only widen his eyes as you kissed him again, just as hungry as before and hands exploring across his torso. The X-man could only be pleasantly surprised, winding his arms around you and pulling you close once more as you started rutting against each other again, but this time Kurts tail could join, wrapping around your thigh like a leash.

“Flip over” you pant into his mouth, making Kurt snicker but do as you tell him. His tail wags and coils like a pleased cat as you pull the last of his clothes off, the blue mutant seeming almost smug or cocky in his own way, even if it was obvious, it was just him playing.

A shaky gasp punched its way out Kurts chest as you spread him open, the X-man looking back over his shoulder just to catch you dropping to your knees and burying your face between his spread cheeks. A puff of warm air brushed against his hole, making Kurts toes curl as his tail tapped against your back. “Guess one place doesn’t have any fur” you mumble, more to yourself than anything as you kissed against his tight pucker.

Kurt struggled not to let his tail curl around your head, or worse, your neck as you ate him out, the cap of the lube bottle being heard before your fingers joined in on the mess. The X-man tried to bite down his noises for a moment, until you groped at him encouragingly and he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

The prep was maybe a tad too rushed as you opened him up with a couple of fingers and your tongue, but Kurt was as needy as you were, so he didn’t care about the burn as you pushed inside, with a condom, of course. Instead, he wound his tail around your thigh again and pulled you close.

Your strong hands on his hips and your groans in his sharp ears, as well as the feeling of you stretching and filling him had Kurt feeling like he was in heaven. The blue fuzz coating his body made it nearly impossible to leave hickeys, at least visible ones, but that didn’t stop you from trying, and your enthusiasm to mark him up made Kurt dizzy in the best way possible.

Kurt hadn’t even noticed he had stumbled over the edge as you ground into him, Kurts body aflame with want and pleasure as he rocked back against you like a needy cat in heat. It was only when you bottomed out inside him and tumbled over it yourself, that Kurt noticed how he had painted the leather seat of your bike in his spend.

Maybe hitchhiking wasn’t so bad, Kurt thought, as you pulled out and flipped him over, replacing the used rubber with a new one, giving his tail a slight yank only to make him yelp and spread his legs enough to give you room. Definelty, not bad at all.

[okay-babe]

Headcannons ~ Alastor with a reader who has a contract with Valentino...

tags: alastor x fem! reader, established relationship (in the final third of the post), cam star! reader, possessive! alastor, valentino sucks (as usual), mild angst, mild nsfw note: okay so I got an ask wanting to know my thoughts on Alastor with a reader who used to be in a contract with Valentino and has to interact with him, but I misread it as Alastor with a reader who is currently in a contract with Valentino and has to interact with him lol, so here's this! (The actual request should be fulfilled soon, my bad anon!).

♱. At first, Alastor definitely thought you were more than just a little foolish for having made a deal with an overlord like Valentino (bro does not understand the concept of victim blaming).

♱. In his mind, the moth is so blatantly rancid that it just doesn't make any sense for anyone to ever think otherwise, even for a moment.

♱. But then, as he gets to know you better, he starts to see things a little bit differently.

♱. "This is gonna sound stupid..."

♱. You told him one day while speaking on the topic of the overlord who owned your soul, a rare occurrence indeed due to the stigma your contract seemed to carry.

♱. "But honestly, Val was the first person down here to actually make me feel like I was... I dunno... attractive?"

♱. You groaned at the end of your sentence, burying your head in your hands,

♱. "I just... I didn't recognize myself anymore, the person in the mirror wasn't me, y'know? It's like one second I was a human, and the next I was, well, this!"

♱. You exclaimed, gesturing to yourself all the while.

♱. "In a way, his absolutely ridiculous insistence that he could make me into a star made me realize that just because I looked a little different didn't mean I looked bad..."

♱. You trailed off, hands stuffed into your pockets as you looked into the distance,

♱. "And then when I learned about everything he had to offer? I mean how could I have possibly said no? It felt like a win-win back then, or at least something close to it. He promised that no one would touch me, that all he needed was my pretty face and a camera."

♱. You looked toward your then friend with a sigh, a tired smile plastered upon your face,

♱. "I guess he kept that part of the bargain, huh? I just never really thought he would end up being so... awful."

♱. You cringed at the end of your statement, eyes going glassy for a few moments before you suddenly clapped your hands together, standing up abruptly immediately afterward.

♱. "Haha, anyways, you have to have like a thousand contracts right? There's gotta be some good stories there."

♱. As you urged him to speak further on his own experiences, Alastor couldn't help but reconsider his previous thoughts regarding your deal.

♱. Perhaps you weren't as foolish as he had initially thought.

♱. Honestly though, as time goes on and your friendship develops even further, Valentino's contract with you really doesn't end up being that pressing of a topic.

♱. Most of the time, any thoughts regarding the overlord go unsaid, and your business with him is considered yours and yours alone.

♱. That is, until you miss a photo shoot for Slayboy magazine (sorry) and the moth turns up at the hotel, clearly pissed off.

♱. So pissed off in fact, that he had neglected to consider the fact that it wouldn't necessarily be you who responded to his incessant banging...

♱. With a wide grin and an almost obnoxious flourish, the radio demon opened the door, leaning slightly on his staff as he regarded the moth with an amused hum.

♱. "Oh my, the vice demon himself here to visit our humble hotel? Why, to what do I owe the displeasure?!"

♱. He exclaimed, watching as the man's eye twitched slightly in response.

♱. "Where is she?!"

♱. He growled, moving to stalk past Alastor only to be stopped at the pressure of the overlord's microphone against his chest,

♱. "Ah ah ah,"

♱. He tutted,

♱. "You most certainly do not want to do that."

♱. His voice held a hint of warning to it, and a great deal of amusement, his eyes full of malice as he spoke.

♱. Valentino glared,

♱. "Fuck off you corny old bitch, this doesn't concern you."

♱. In response, Alastor simply chuckled, his bones popping and muscles splitting as he slowly began to grow in size, in no mood for the other demon's antics.

♱. "Oh but that's where you're wrong, you insufferable wretch."

♱. He said with an earsplitting grin,

♱. "Anything that involves my most esteemed employee very much does concern me."

♱. In reaction to the sight before him, Valentino snarled, but took a step backward nonetheless, not quite stupid enough to pick a fight with the radio demon on his own.

♱. "Ugh, fine!"

♱. He shouted,

♱. "But you tell that fucking whore to be on site in thirty or I'll find a way to kill her twice!"

♱. And with that, he was turning back toward his limo, ignoring the loud radio static that sounded from behind as he did so.

♱. Of course though, that was just about the only time that Valentino ever got away with ordering you around in front of Alastor, because soon enough, your friendship began to bloom into an extremely unexpected romance.

♱. And after that?

♱. Well, Alastor became a lot less tolerant of the idea that something like your soul belonged to someone else.

♱. He was constantly glaring daggers at the moth demon nearly every time he saw him, be it at an overlord meeting, or even the photo shoots you had in studios outside of the V's gaudy looking headquarters (he might love you, but starting a war with Vox by hanging around in that tower definitely wouldn't be a very smart move).

♱. Makes a show of helping you undress at each and every shoot that he does go to though, neatly folding your clothing for you before pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

♱. "Go on then, my dear."

♱. He would purr,

♱. "I'll just be here enjoying the view if you need me." (He's so corny).

♱. Absolutely despises the fact that your deal forces you to show your body the way that you do in front of a camera. Like not a fan at all.

♱. He doesn't really judge you for it knowing why you ended up making your deal in the first place, but he has absolutely killed an obscene number of sinners and hellborn fools that he witnessed viewing your content in public.

♱. "Al, they're not doing any harm!"

♱. You commented one day after the particularly gruesome murder of a random sinner, arms crossed.

♱. "Oh, on the contrary, darling,"

♱. He'd purred with a wide and unsettling grin,

♱. "I'm afraid they were looking a bit too intently at what's mine."

♱. Yeah you didn't argue too much after that.

♱. (Not like it would ever do you any good to anyway).

♱. Whether or not he actually tries to find you a way out of your contract though, is really entirely up to you in the grand scheme of things.

♱. He certainly isn't fond of it, the idea of another man owning you and all...

♱. But in the end he'll get over it if you really want him to... Just give him a few hundred years or so...

♱. (Yeah unless you can give him like a thousand spectacular reasons not to, he's going to try to find a way to get you out of that deal with Valentino).

♱. Still, in the meantime, he definitely makes your shoots feel a little bit less daunting (although if Val makes one more comment about how lucrative a photo set with you and the radio demon would be, you're worried Al might actually kill the guy).

[worth-the-chaos]

Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 18

Chapter Summary: You venture into the Upside Down once again in an attempt to find Vecna and stop him in his tracks before he can bring about the end of the world as you know it. With Steve and your friends by your side, you fight against time to get to Vecna before he can get to you.

Content Warning: ANGST, swearing, scary Upside Down nonsense, violence

Word Count: 7.2k

Author’s Note: Sorry this took a while for me to post! This is the last chapter of season 4 and at the time of writing, we unfortunately do not have season 5 content yet, so this story will be put on a slight pause while we wait (semi) patiently for season 5 to come out! Don’t worry though! Feel free to send in requests and I will do my best to write as many of them as possible (you can send requests set in the Adventures in Babysitting universe or requests that are unrelated!)

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***

There you stood, back at the entrance to the Upside Down in the ceiling of Eddie’s trailer. You wiped your sweaty palms on the front of your pants, trying to psych yourself up for the hell that you were undoubtedly about to endure.

You were in the middle of trying to take a deep breath to calm down when Steve gently grabbed your elbow, pulling you away from the rest of your friends who were putting the finishing touches on their packed gear.

“What?” You asked Steve, your voice hushed to preserve the obvious secrecy he was trying to maintain by moving somewhere a little more private.

A million thoughts were racing through his head. He wasn’t sure what you were all about to face or just how dangerous it might be. His heart raced as he felt fear creep up his throat. He pushed it down as he tried to get the words out that desperately needed to be spoken.

“Look, we don’t know what’s going to happen in there, and I don’t want to leave anything left unsaid,” Steve began, and you felt a lump forming in your throat at the implications of his words. “So I’m laying it all out there…just in case. Y/n, I love you and you’re really one of the only things in my life that ever feels like it’s going right. I…I-I’d like to think that I’d have found my way if I had never gotten to know you, but I know I’m only better because of you. I don’t know what the future has in store for us, but I want there to be an us when all of this is said and done, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, don’t do anything rash…I know,” you agreed, but he just shook his head.

“That’s not what I mean…I mean, obviously, I mean that too—don’t you fucking dare do anything stupid in there—but….but I mean….I guess I just don’t want to lose you in a different way when all of this is over, you know?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, your voice barely a whisper, your eyes searching his wide and wild ones as you tried to make out what he could possibly mean by that.

“Y/n, don’t make me say it,” his words sounded strangled as tears began to pool in his beautiful brown eyes.

“Baby, you’re scaring me,” you put a hand on the nape of his neck, pulling him towards you. “I…I-I just don’t understand.”

“I just don’t want you to fall out of love with me,” he finally spit the words out and you just stared at him dumbfounded, speechless yourself by his total misread of your relationship. Without your voice to fill the silence, he continued on. “Come on, y/n. I saw that way that you reacted when I talked about my six little Harringtons…I’m just worried that you’re realizing that we don’t want the same things.”

“Steve,” a watery chuckle escaped your lips and hurt flashed across his face before you continued, “you couldn’t possibly be more wrong, baby. I want that. I want that future with you more than anything else in the fucking world, but I…I-I’m just afraid that I’m not going to make it out of this one alive.”

Your voice dropped to a pained whisper as you explained your sadness from before, a tear slipping down your cheek as you thought about what seemed like your inevitable fate.

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting anything happen to you, you know that right?”

“But, Steve, if something does happen, I want to know that you can be happy without me…I-I want to know that you’ll be okay.”

“You’re fucking crazy if you think I’ll be okay without you. Y/n, you’re my whole fucking world,” Steve argued, taking your hands in his. This just caused you to cry harder, a small sob escaping your lips.

“Steve, please, just promise me,” you begged, tears falling delicately down your face. “Promise me you’ll be okay without me.”

You pulled a hand away from his, sticking out your pinky finger as your hand trembled. The sight was enough to break Steve’s heart. The fact that your last wish for the world was for him to be happy reminded him of how selfless you were, and even though he wanted nothing more than to respect your wishes, he knew that there was no way he’d ever find happiness without you.

So instead of taking your pinky in his, he reached his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a hug that felt a goodbye…just in case.

He swayed side to side as you buried your face in his chest, placing a gentle kiss on his neck and basking in the feeling of being loved. He placed a kiss to your temple before pulling away and placing the sweetest of kisses to your lips. It was a kiss that said more than words would ever have the capacity to, and you thanked your lucky stars that out of all the women in the world, Steve picked you to love.

When you finally pulled away, Steve wrapped his large hand around your small one, and led you back to the room with the rest of your friends. You stared at the rope from before, still dangling precariously and precisely around a point that defied physics…or at least what you knew of physics from tutoring Eddie.

“You lovebirds ready to go fucking kill this guy?” Eddie asked, a smile that didn’t quite touch his eyes plastered across his face.

“I suppose it’s now or never,” you spoke up, nodding at Nancy who nodded back and then quickly began ascending the rope.

And just like that, there you all were, making your way back to the hell you’d just escaped.

***

Eddie and Dustin stayed back at the Upside Down version of Eddie’s trailer while you, Steve, Robin, and Nancy made your way to Vecna’s lair. You tried to keep your nerves at bay while you walked alongside your friends, but it was hard to when you had to constantly pay attention to make sure you weren’t stepping on any vines. It would really suck if you alerted Vecna to your presence before you could try to end him once and for all.

“Robin! Remember the hive mind!” Nancy yelled out to your clumsy friend as she hurried ahead to make sure she was paying close enough attention, which left you and Steve with a moment to yourselves.

“So…” Steve spoke up, glancing at you with a timid smirk stretched across his face.

“So…” You replied with a smile. The air between you was a bit awkward, but it was the kind of awkward you basked in. It felt like a normal, teenage sort of awkward that made you feel like your life could maybe be blissfully ordinary once you made it to the other side of this.

Steve chuckled before picking up the conversation again. “Okay, so I told you about my idea for the future, so now it’s your turn. What do you want?”

You hadn’t really thought much of it, and you didn’t like the pressure the question put on you. Your mind flashed to the acceptance letter you’d been waiting on so that you could stay close to Steve. Beyond college, though, you hadn’t really thought about it. You constantly were just fighting to survive, but after hearing Steve’s wishes for your future together, maybe you should be fighting to live. Even though it was all just semantics, it meant something to him and you wanted to give him the world.

“I mean…I’m still waiting on my acceptance letter from Purdue,” was all you ended up saying.

“Is that where you really want to go? Or is it because it’s closer to Hawkins than the other places you’ve applied to? Y/n, I don’t want you holding yourself back from what you really want for me,” Steve sighed. It was an argument you’d had before and the reason why you didn’t really talk about college. The conversation always became stilted and tense.

“Steve, how can I even care about college right now with everything that’s going on? What difference does it make if that piece of paper says Purdue or something else? Besides, Purdue is a good school; it’s not like I’d be throwing my future away,” your voice grew angry and you hated yourself for it. You didn’t want to be this person. You didn’t want to fight with him, but you were under so much stress it was hard to hold back your frustration.

“I just don’t want you to resent me for it,” Steve’s voice was small, and you felt a pang in your chest at the way he said it.

“Baby, all I want is you. I would never resent you for a decision that I made, so please stop thinking that way,” you assured him, but he still had a far off look in his eyes, so you decided to double back to his question that started this whole conversation. “Okay. I see us having a few kids—maybe not the six that you are crazy enough to want, but still a few nonetheless.”

He whipped his head around to look at you. He was in awe of how perfect you were. He thought it was kind of a shot in the dark, talking about kids the way that he had. You were both still so young, and he had spent all this time worrying that you didn’t want the same things. He stared at you, mouth agape as you continued.

“And…and we have a dog. Like a big dog that we can take on hikes and walks. The kind of dog that makes us the boring stereotypical suburban couple, but we don’t care…and I finally have my drivers license.”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh at your last small hope for the future. “Well, maybe when this is all said and done, I can take you out for a driving lesson, how about that?”

“Sounds like a date,” you replied, smiling up at him. You both were beaming the way that young people in love can only beam and everything would have been perfect if it wasn’t for the fact that you were traversing through the absolute worst place on earth.

“Holy shit!” You heard Robin exclaim, and the two of you hurried to meet your other friends. Robin’s words didn’t even do the sight justice. You felt your stomach drop half way to hell at the sight of the Creel house. None of it felt real.

“Okay, we’re there,” you breathed into your walkie talkie.

“Initiating phase three,” Dustin’s voice crackled through the static and you thanked the universe that the damn thing worked in the Upside Down. The bats that were swarming the house suddenly darted off into the distance.

“Dustin, please be safe,” you begged, holding your breath while you waited for his reply.

“You’re the boss,” his voice rang out again and you shook your head at the fact that he was way too nonchalant about all of this shit.

You all walked up to the door of the Creel house and you sucked in a deep breath. You hated the way the vines writhed and slithered against the frame of the door, the stained glass rose much dimmer and duller in the permanent storm of the Upside Down. You went to grab the handle, but Steve pressed an arm across your shoulders, holding you back as he took a step forward. You rolled your eyes at the way he was always protective to a fault.

You gasped as the door creaked open on its rotting and rusting hinges. If you had been nervous about stepping on a vine before, that anxiety increased ten fold as you saw that the interior of the house was filled nearly wall to wall and floor to ceiling with the trip wire that was Vecna’s vines.

“Holy shit,” Steve whispered as you all stopped to take it all in. “That’s not good.”

“No shit,” you breathed out, your dry remark losing some of its edge at the sheer shock of how fortified Vecna’s not-so-secret hiding place was. The thought of it kind of pissed you off in a way. “So he just gets to hide in here with basically a state of the art security system, meanwhile we’re out there with a bum lightbulb thinking the world is gonna fucking end? Two words: Bull. Shit.”

“Well, I mean I guess when you’re essentially a ruler of the underworld you get to make the decisions. Why fight fair when you don’t have to?” Robin spoke up and you grumbled in response.

Steve took a cautious step forward, before quickly jumping from bare patch to bare patch of the floor.

“What the fuck, Steve?!” You whisper shouted across the foyer. “This isn’t mother fucking hopscotch! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Steve just shrugged in response and waved at you to follow. You rolled your eyes, seething at how careless your boyfriend could be, before you took a careful step forward. You continued to carefully navigate with Robin and Nancy following close behind. Your eyes had been glued to the floor, but as you got closer to the stairs that Steve was standing at, you looked up, noticing the nervous look plastered across his features as he watched you navigate your way through the room.

“Absolutely not. Wipe that look off your face,” you pointed a finger at him as you took a final step towards him. However, you had spoken too soon, slightly losing balance as your ankle rolled and you began to topple towards your side. Steve was quick to snake an arm around your waist, righting you before pulling you in to his chest.

Anything else you were going to say died on your tongue as you looked up into Steve’s eyes. You suddenly felt like you did before you were dating, when you were just some silly girl with a crush on a boy that was way out of your league.

“You were saying?” Steve smirked at you, which made it really easy to snap out of your momentary blast to the past. You rolled your eyes and hit him gently with the back of your hand in the chest in a dismissive gesture.

Moving up the stairs wasn’t too difficult, and you were actually feeling optimistic for a change. The hope in your chest faltered when the ground began to shake, and the four of you huddled together to brace yourselves. Dust and ash fell from the ceiling, and you coughed a dry cough as you inhaled it, trying desperately to regulate your breathing despite the anxiety coursing through your veins.

The walkie talkie in your pocket suddenly roared to life, static spilling through the speaker before Dustin’s frantic voice rang out.

“Y/n! We don’t know how much longer we can hold them off, the bats got inside Eddie’s trailer and we think—“

Your heart dropped as his voice cut off. “Dustin!” You screamed into the transmitter, “talk to me! Say anything, just let me know you guys are okay!”

You let go of the button and listen as static crackled through the receiver. You felt the blood drain from your face when a different voice filled the airwaves.

“Y/n,” a raspy voice echoed through the walkie talkie. You gasped, instinctively dropping the device to the floor as if it had burned you.

“We need to get out of here,” you whispered, staring wide eyed as your gaze darted back and forth between the petrified expressions of each of your friends.

You barely had time to register the subtle squelch beneath your feet before you realized it was too late. A vine wrapped itself around Robin’s ankle pulling her to the wall before several other vines wrapped around her limbs and torso.

Steve darted forward, swinging his axe as hard as he could in a futile attempt to free Robin from the vines. Nancy grabbed the sawed off shotgun from your back, using the butt of the gun to hit the vines around her arm. You sprung into action to, unholstering the knife at your hip jabbing and stabbing wherever you could, but the vines wouldn’t relent.

Steve swung his arm back to hack at the vines once more when something wrapped around his axe, pulling him to the other side of the room, before you knew it, Steve was being pulled up on the wall by his neck, and your heart stopped as you watched his legs kick and flail while he wrestled with the vine around his throat.

You didn’t even have time to react before Nancy was pulled up against the wall as well, struggling as she attempted to fight against her restraints.

“Y/n! Go!” Steve screamed with all his might, his voice straining against the vines that were slowly constricting around his neck. “Please.”

The word came out in a whisper, but you froze, hyperventilating as you spun between all of your friends, helpless and bound to the walls around you. You willed your legs to move as you ran a hand through your hair, trying to breathe through the obvious panic attack that had you in its clutches. You felt a sickening feeling settle in your chest as a creak rang out on the stairs above you.

A slow and solid step sounded as your tear filled gaze slowly ascended to take in the form in front of you.

There Vecna was. No mind tricks. No gimmicks. Just him in the flesh standing right before you.

“What do you want?!” The words came out as a guttural shriek as you fell to your knees, him taking another sure and resounding step towards you.

Steve felt the vines around his neck relent slightly, realizing in horror that Vecna wanted him to be alive enough to watch. Seeing his clawed hand and ragged, decrepit skin, Steve felt nausea settle in a pit in his stomach as he realized the constant terrors you had been facing in the confines of your own mind. This was the monster that you had already met face to face countless times before. This was the man who was using your own mind—your own memories—against you.

This was the man who had taken you from him, over and over and over again.

Vecna didn’t answer your question, simply taking another step towards you.

“I said, what do you want?” You cried out again, the words dissolving into sobs as he grew ever closer to your shaking and dejected form. Ever since that day in the Byers’ living room, you always seemed larger than life to Steve. Seeing you look so small and defeated and terrified on the ash covered landing of the Creel house broke something in him.

“Leave her alone,” the words came out much more confident than Steve felt. The vines tightened, and Steve gasped, wincing and struggling at the sudden tension.

“Please!” You begged, horrified at the danger your boyfriend and friends were in. “I’ll do anything….anything.”

The promise spilled from your lips in a whisper and Steve wished he had the strength to yell at you, to tell you to fight, to flee, to do anything but that. But he couldn’t.

“Stand up,” Vecna’s voice rang out, and you quickly rose to your feet. Steve’s heart broke as he watched the way your legs shook, your knee giving out momentarily as you stumbled and righted yourself.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as Vecna approached you, putting his clawed hand around your throat. You gasped, tears spilling relentlessly from your eyes. Your hands wrapped around his wrist, as you forced yourself to meet his gaze.

“Please. I-I…I don’t wanna die,” you whispered, your face contorted in fear of what the ending would feel like and regret for all the things you’d never get the chance to do.

Vines wrapped slowly around your ankles, snaking up to grab your wrists as well, binding them behind your back to minimize your struggle.

“Try and stay very still,” his deep voice shook your heart inside your chest. Steve wanted to scream, but he couldn’t, silenced by the vines around his throat as he thrashed to no avail. Tears streamed down his face as he watched, helpless to stop the cruel fate in which you would meet your end. “It will all be over soon.”

“Please don’t hurt them,” your voice was small, and sobs wracked your frame as your words came out through hiccuped pauses. “Let them go.”

When Vecna didn’t respond, you turned your head towards Steve, meeting his big, beautiful, brown eyes for the last time. “I love you, Steve.”

With that, Vecna’s large clawed hand reached up, opening in front of your face and Steve watched as your eyes rolled back in your head.

“No!” Robin shouted, her strained, guttural cry something that would haunt Steve for the rest of his days. They all watched as your body twitched and small whimpers escaped your lips. Blood began to drip from your nose, and you breathed out one last shaky breath, and then the world went still.

Just like that, Vecna’s hand dropped and your head lolled to the side. He stepped away from your lifeless form and the vines holding you up released, and you dropped like a rag doll to the floor. Vecna turned and made his way back up the stairs, leaving you all behind. The vines released their grip on your friends as they each collapsed to the floor in a coughing fit. Steve scrambled to the heap on the floor that was your body and scooped you up in his arms.

He cried out as he cradled your head in his hands, the weight of it something so familiar as he thought back to all the times he’d cradled the nape of your neck and watched as your mouth turned into a small smile before he would kiss you. All the life, all the loveliness, everything that made you you was gone, disappearing on dust and ash as Steve could swear the room grew ten times colder. He gently wiped the blood away from your nose with his jacket sleeve, trying desperately to fix the carnage in front of him.

“No….no, no, no, no, no! Robin, I didn’t get to say it!” Steve sobbed as he pulled you into his chest to shield you. “I-I…I didn’t get to tell her I love her.”

Robin didn’t know what to say. There was nothing she could say to make any of this better. She choked back her own sob while she tried to piece together the right words. “She knew, Steve.” Tears streamed down her face as she dropped to her knees next to him.

“You don’t understand,” his words came out in a strained whisper. How could he ever find the words to explain how he failed to even be there for you? How he couldn’t even comfort you as you cried out? “It’s all my fault.”

He buried his face in your neck, his wet tears mixing with the not quite dry ones staining your face. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispered into your skin, his hands running over you hair, delicately holding onto you the way he wished he could have. The way he’d never be able to again. As soon as you started having visions he should’ve put you in the passenger seat of his car and drove off as far away from Hawkins as he could get. He thought about the way you would’ve looked with the pale light of the moon filtering into the car as he watched you smile and laugh and sing while the radio played songs that neither of you really liked but you both inexplicably always seemed to know the words too. He thought about the way you could’ve started over, the way he could have made something of himself instead of being the posh, depressed, and mediocre man his parents always wanted him to be.

He thought about the love that filled his chest that would never have anywhere to go, instead just sitting there like a weight he had to carry, a fire that would spread and fester and consume.

Nothing would ever be okay again.

Nancy stood back, her jaw set with an anger that could burn the world to ashes. Hot angry tears streamed down her face as tension set across her entire body.

Steve laid his head down on your chest, and his tears flowed faster at the complete sound of silence. He tried to lose himself in a memory, but it became tainted with the pain of losing you as soon as he had conjured it in his mind.

“I can’t believe you would do that! What the hell were you thinking, y/n?!” Steve yelled as he slammed the door to his bedroom.

“Steve, please, just calm down. I’m okay! I promise! Can you please just let it go?” You begged. You tried to gently grab his wrist in an attempt to make him turn to face you, but he shook your hand off and roughly ran his hands through his hair.

“You could have died.”

He wasn’t wrong. The two of you hadn’t been working at Family Video that long and it was one of the days that Robin had band practice so it was just the two of you running the store.

You were working the register and Steve was getting a box of movies to restock in the back when a man walked up to the counter.

“Welcome to Family Video, my name is y/n if you need anything at all!” Your customer service voice dripped like honey.

“How about you open the register?” The man had asked. Something in his eyes didn’t look right and you had felt your heart rate pick up as you opened your mouth to speak.

“Excuse me?” You asked with a chuckle, hoping that keeping a light demeanor would keep the situation calm.

“I said, open the register,” he repeated himself, slowly lifting his arm, a pistol nestled between his fingers and pointed shakily right at your chest.

“You don’t have to do this,” your words sounded even and confident, even though inside you were falling apart. Dealing with the supernatural on a semi regular basis had prepared you for the unpredictable, and you slowly raised your hands up to show compliance.

“I said open the register, bitch!” The man shouted, and your heart stopped as you heard Steve’s footsteps bounding towards the front of the store. The man quickly turned to his right, training the pistol on Steve.

Without thinking, your arms had darted out and you grabbed the gun out of the man’s hand, quickly pointing it square in the middle of the robber’s chest. Your hands didn’t shake, confidence radiating from your stoic form as the man’s hands slowly raised as he backed away.

“Get the fuck out of my store,” you shouted as the criminal in front of you quickly turned heel and ran. Steve quickly locked the door behind him, and you calmly set the gun down on the counter. Steve looked at you like you were insane, but you just quietly picked up the phone and dialed the police.

After an entire evening of showing the police security camera footage, explaining what happened, and still trying to manage customers, needless to say, Steve was understandably a bit pissed off. So standing in the middle of his bedroom, you tried to calm him down once he was finally able to release all of the anger and fear he’d been bottling up all day.

“You could have died too! What was I supposed to do?” You argued.

Steve sat down on his bed, sighing as he held his head in his hands. You felt guilty. You knew he’d been stressed ever since all the shit at Starcourt happened and his parents were on his ass about having a job. This little incident didn’t do anything to help his mood.

Quietly, you sat down next to him, pulling his hands away from his face as you beckoned him to lay down next to you. He complied, and you pulled his head against your chest, laying his ear down right over your heart.

He closed his eyes as he listened to the gentle and rhythmic reminder that you were okay.

“See. I’m fine, baby,” you whispered as you ran your hands through his hair. “My heart’s still in there, still beating. All for you, baby.”

Yet here Steve was now and your heart that was always supposed to be beating strong was still. He cried as he stayed there trying to listen for something, anything. Placing a gentle kiss to your chest, he continued to fall apart. “Please, y/n, please just come back to me. I’ll get you your dog and your white picket fence—I promise—just please don’t leave me here alone,” he begged.

Suddenly, though very faint, he swore he heard the familiar thump of your heart. His eyes shot open and he held his breath as he listened closer.

“Steve, we have to get out of here,” Robin spoke up, tears still falling down her face as she pulled gently at Steve’s sleeve, doing all that she could to avoid looking at your lifeless form in his lap.

Steve quickly shushed her, listening closely, as he heard another beat of your heart against your ribcage. It was weak and it was slow but it was there and it was you.

He sat up abruptly, and began to shake your shoulders. “Y/n! Y/n wake up! Please y/n!”

“Steve she’s gone,” Robin tried to explain, looking at Steve with pity and sorrow.

“She has a pulse, Robin!” Steve exclaimed, a watery laugh escaping his lips as he wiped at his tears and placed a kiss to your forehead. He quickly grabbed Robin’s hand, placing her fingers on your neck. She felt like she could drop to her knees and just cry at the rhythmic tapping of your heartbeat.

Nancy quickly dropped to the floor next to the three of you, pulling a water bottle out of her backpack. She quickly poured the cool liquid onto the sleeve of her shirt, pressing it to your forehead. After a pause that felt like an eternity, you began to stir as you groaned, your face contorting into a pained expression.

Relieved laughter surrounded you as Steve pulled you into a sitting position, pulling you into the tightest hug you thought you would ever receive. The reality of what just happened began to sink in and you started to cry with the relief that Vecna had respected your wishes and left your friends alone.

“I can’t believe he didn’t crack me like a glow stick,” you croaked as soon as you could speak.

“This is a miracle,” Robin breathed as she pulled you into a hug as everyone helped you to your feet.

“Then we better not waste it,” you replied, your voice even and steady. You took the shotgun from Nancy and cocked it. You had escaped the worst fate imaginable. You were not messing around.

“Phase four,” Steve breathed, his hand snaking around your waist. He didn’t think he’d ever let you go after what just happened. His voice was about as shaky as his hands, and he took a deep breath to try to calm his nerves to lock in for the next part of the plan.

“Flambé,” Nancy chimed in, you looked at her stern expression and nodded, taking a step forward towards the attic.

When you silently entered the room, you watched as Vecna hovered in the center of the room, vines attached to him from all angles. You shuddered at the sight of it as Robin placed her bag down on the floor, each of you grabbing a Molotov cocktail from the bag. You heard the click of the lighter and watched as the flame began crawling up the rag in the bottle in your hand. You thought back to the same click of the lighter in Jonathan Byers’ living room the first time you encountered creations of Henry Creel’s design. You thought about the chaos that followed you since, the people you’d lost, the pain you’d felt. You thought about the life and future you’d almost just lost at his hands.

“Fuck you,” you whispered, hurling the bottle towards Vecna, watching it erupt into a spray of flames as it hit Vecna square in the chest.

He bellowed, vines retreating, as he fell from his perch in the middle of the attic. As he so roughly drew you into visions against your will, you just as abruptly pulled him out of his.

His burning body dropped to the floor, and you wished that would be the end of it. Your heart jumped to your throat when he stood up, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours as he stared at you with a focused contempt that sent a chill down your spine. He took a steady step towards you but was quickly knocked off kilter when Robin threw a second bottle at him.

You felt all the anger and resentment you’d been harboring since the Upside Down entered your life. You felt the rage of watching your friends suffer, of watching the kids grow up too fast, stuck in a battle that was not theirs to fight. Vecna had spent all this time making you feel shame and guilt, festering and spreading like a disease that wouldn’t die until it took you with it. You didn’t feel that shame anymore. Instead it was replaced with red hot hate at the man—no, the monster—that had spun this twisted web of suffering and carnage and destruction.

You aimed the shotgun square at his chest, firing the first shot. It hit him in the shoulder, knocking him backwards. You wasted no time as you cocked the gun again, firing off another shot that tore through his abdomen. You continued firing without mercy, knocking him back and back again until he stumbled through the boarded up window of the attic, falling with a sickeningly satisfying thud to the ground below.

You turned back towards your friends, a look of shock on everyone’s faces, including your own. In your assessment, you had just defeated evil itself. The four of you raced down the stairs towards the front door. You felt your stomach turn however, when you noticed that Vecna was gone, nothing left but charred patches of grass and a few sputtering flames.

He had escaped.

***

The news was saying it was an earthquake, but you knew better than that. You felt guilt settle in your chest when you heard about the fissures ripping through Hawkins.

It was exactly what Vecna had shown you.

Four kills. He had done it. You had been dead—albeit not that long, but dead nonetheless.

When you had made it back to Dustin and Eddie, Eddie was pretty banged up, but nothing some bandages and a few very not professionally done stitches wouldn’t fix. He’d have to hide out; there was no way the town was going to let go of the cult leader who was picking off high school students one by one. Luckily, it was petty easy to go off the grid and disappear in small town rural Indiana.

To your complete non-surprise, Jonathan, Will, Mike, Eleven, and Jonathan’s new friend Argyle had been dealing with similarly supernatural shit in California and were no strangers to the messed up load of shit that was going on in Hawkins, so it was pretty easy to get each other up to speed. Besides, at this point, exchanging stories didn’t result in incredulous disbelief; you pretty much believed that anything was possible at this point, much to your collective dismay.

But presently, you tried to shove all of that aside, as you, Steve, Robin, and Dustin carried in boxes of stuff to donate. Hawkins High had been turned into a makeshift clinic, resource center, reunification center, etc. So many people had been displaced and injured in the “earthquake” that normal day to day activity ceased, instead everyone put all of their focus on rallying around those who needed support after the recent events that had quite literally shook the town.

Almost as soon as the four of you had arrived, you had volunteer name tags adorning your shirts as you went off to help with various aspects of disaster relief.

Robin joined Vickie at the meal prep station and you couldn’t help but smile as they chatted away.

Your smile quickly vanished when you saw Dustin talking to Eddie’s uncle. It was easier for Eddie if everyone assumed that he didn’t survive the earthquake. You had questioned him multiple times to make sure it was what he really wanted, and though you were sure the answer would never be a whole hearted “yes,” he was convinced it was easier than his uncle having to deal with the emotional turmoil of watching his nephew face multiple counts of murder that the townspeople of Hawkins were more than eager to lock him up for.

Steve nudged you slightly and you tuned back into the kind woman who was explaining how the two of you were to sort clothing donations. Steve watched the soft and polite smile on your face as you asked a couple of clarifying questions, and he felt luckier than he ever had before.

You had been gone. It was the hardest thing he’d ever had to experience, and he knew one thing was certain: he would never, ever take you for granted.

He watched as you folded clothes, carefully folding up a children’s pajama set. It felt so inexplicably domestic and he took a breath as he thought about how his hope to have a future with you was still intact.

“Hey, uh, y/n?” Steve spoke up, his voice quiet.

“Yeah?” You replied, staring up at him sweetly. He was too nervous for you to be staring at him like that because he was sure if you smiled at him like that for much longer, he would melt right then and there.

“Well, when you were…when you were gone…I-I-I promised you something,” Steve whispered.

You saw how much he was struggling with talking about it and you quickly began to spiral. “Steve,” you replied softly, taking his hand in yours, “I’m sure you were under a lot of stress, and-and I’m so sorry that I put you through all of that—believe me, I wish it hadn’t have happened that way—but I don’t even remember it, on account of the fact that I was…well, you know…dead, so please if your worried about keeping your promise, don’t because it’s not like—“

Steve quickly cut you off, softly grabbing your face and tilting your head to look up at him. “Y/n, no it’s not that—and never apologize for what you went through. That was in no way, shape, or form your fault and if you worry about that one more time I’m going to lose my mind just a little bit.”

“Hey!” You mocked offense, crossing your arms and Steve just chuckled at your antics.

He took a deep breath before he continued. “When you were gone, I promised that if you came back I would get us the white picket fence and the dog and the future that we never get to talk about because we’re always so confident that we’re not going to have it. When you came back it felt like a second chance to…to just really go for it, you know? And I kept thinking before all of this shit that we were just too young, but after almost losing you, I realized that it’s pretty fucking stupid to wait when you know you’ve met the love of your life.”

Steve reached a hand behind his back into his back pocket and pulled out a ring box. Your eyes immediately started welling with tears. You were glad that everyone was caught up in doing their part to help the people of Hawkins because, even with what felt like half the town in your high school gymnasium with you, it felt like you and Steve were the only two on earth.

“Y/n, I know it’s not much, and I really planned on doing this in a way that was a little more special, but you know me and I really just couldn’t fucking wait…will you make my life complete and be mine, til death do us part?”

You didn’t respond verbally, instead you took a step forward and threw your arms around him and buried your face in his neck. You held him so incredibly close and breathed in the scent of his cologne. This moment, it was sweet, it was simple, and it was all yours; perfectly imperfect and lovely all the same.

“Absolutely,” you responded in a whisper. He gently placed the ring on your finger and you admired it. It wasn’t anything flashy, a simple stone set into a plain band, but it was probably the nicest piece of jewelry you had ever owned. “When did you have time to get this between ‘the earthquake’ and now?” You asked incredulously. You’d spent nearly every minute together since then, so how had he been able to get that ring after having his “why wait?” epiphany.

Steve’s face flushed and he chuckled awkwardly as his hand when to the back of his neck. “Well, the thing is, I’ve had it…for a while,” he admitted. You stared up at him in disbelief and he continued. “I actually had finally saved up enough to get it shortly before everything went to shit. I-I was gonna ask you after graduation, just because that felt right at the time, you know? I-I’m sorry it’s not super fancy or anything…my parents offered to help so I could get something a little nicer, but I wanted it to be something I got on my own.”

“It’s perfect,” you stared up at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

“Are you sure?” Gosh it was cute when he doubted himself.

“I promise,” you reached your hand towards his and he smiled, hooking his pinky finger around yours. He pulled you towards him and placed a sweet kiss to your lips and you smiled into it.

Everything was just so perfect.

You continued folding clothes, not wanting your proposal to get in the way of helping out your community, and you felt like nothing could take away the warmth that was radiating through your body. That was until the room darkened suddenly, and you felt a pit in your stomach. You quickly turned to Steve and you could see the worry painted across his face.

You followed the crowd that was making its way towards the windows of the gymnasium.

A chill ran down your spine as you watched white ash swirl through an overcast sky.

Steve’s hand slipped into yours, and that was when your perfect moment shattered into a million pieces before your very eyes.

***
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𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘. an earthy aroma permeated through the air, a collection of different smells gathered from every page and cover as the warmth of the room clashed with a battering from a faltering AC unit that kicked on and off.

OR you drag your boyfriend into a bookstore, and shenanigans ensue.

The devilish brunette dared to chuckle under his breath, head held high as he paraded you down the street, hand-in-hand. For someone who had been the brunt of a heavy lecture by the agency's resident stickler, he was in a delightful mood. Not that Kunikida's scolding had ever been able to properly put Dazai in his place.

You had entered the office after an extended morning mission, only to be dragged out again; the only clue to your sudden kidnapping was the twitch of Kunikida's brow as you were flung out the door, clueless to the occurrences that had occurred moments prior. When questioning Dazai about it, he simply met your inquiries with a cat-like grin.

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

You deadpanned at his obvious avoidance of the question, though quickly relented to his schemes. If there was one thing anyone knew about Osamu Dazai, it was that he always got his way, one way or another. And it was rare to have any time off, so you decided not to think about whatever strings he pulled and enjoy your time together.

You scrolled through the map on your phone, lips pursed. "Has anything new opened recently?"

"You know, we could just—"

"And no," you cut him off, striking him with your eyes. "We are not jumping off another bridge. You remember what happened the last time you decided to test gravity?"

He pouted, bottom lip jutting out. "It's not my fault. The bridge was higher than it looked."

You rolled your eyes. Dazai was such a man-child sometimes.

He perked up, his eyes sparkling. "What about that ramen shop down the road?"

"No," you grimaced, nose shriveling. "They have flies."

"The bar on the corner?"

You shook your head. "Too many rowdy guys."

He whined, flailing his arms into the air. "I give up! Just tell me—"

Only to realize that you were no longer walking beside him. He paused, staring at the empty space before his eyes dotted back. You had stopped before a window, eyes wandering across the inside of what he had surmised to be an old bookstore. He froze as you glanced up at him—he knew that look.

"No, no, no!"

RING!

He cried out for anyone to help as he was dragged inside, acting more like a toddler than a loving boyfriend as he clawed at the doorframe, only to be pulled in inevitably. The older woman at the register stared incredulously at your odd behavior, though you had long become accustomed to the stares you received in public with Dazai.

"I don't wanna go!"

"Calm down!" You pushed him into a chair in the corner with every ounce of strength. "Stay right here. I'll only be a minute."

He groaned, flopping back into the chair with a brilliance only someone in theater could muster, legs swinging over the arms of the chair as he continued to gripe to himself. You hid your laughter behind your palm, lest you incur his infantile wrath, walking into the next aisle.

He didn't want to admit that this store was quite lovely. An earthy aroma permeated through the air, a collection of different smells gathered from every page and cover as the warmth of the room clashed with a battering from a faltering AC unit that kicked on and off. And it was tranquil, not eerily so, but a stark contrast from the loud traffic outside, especially since no one else was around. It was a quaint little store that was an obvious magnet for little bookworms like yourself.

As the seconds flew by, Dazai tapped his foot to the beat of an ancient cuckoo clock that stared at him from the wall. Minutes passed, his head lolling back against the head of the chair, breath pacing to a slow point.

CUCKOO!

He had no time to brace himself, startling as he tumbled out of the chair with a thud. His groans were the accompanying chorus to the clock, which he stared at in scorn. Damn. It had already been forty minutes. What were you doing? Even through the tinted windows of the store, it was clear that the sun had begun its descent in between surrounding buildings.

He pulled himself from the uncomfortable floor and started his search, but it didn't take any time at all to find you.

"There she is."

He was about to call out, but his complaint became lodged in his throat. Instead, he hid in the next aisle, peeking between the cracks of another bookshelf. It seemed that you hadn't noticed time had passed at all, eyes glued onto the page of the book cradled in your hands. In fact, several other books were stacked next to you on the floor, awaiting your watchful eyes. Your expression could only be described as a kiss upon a cloud, fingers nestling the pages of the book with such care, eyes scanning every word as you intended to soak the story in.

A part of him felt jealous. How could an inanimate object take up so much of your time? Time that was supposed to be focused on him! But there was another part of him; he couldn't quite place it.

You finally spotted him as he rounded the corner, sparing a glance at one of the clocks as the realization struck you, turning back with a crooked smile.

"Sorry. I lost track of time."

"Here." His fingers braced against your shoulders, carefully prying your aching back from the unforgiving bookshelves as he settled in behind you, much to your surprise. "That's better."

"D-Dazai, what're you—?"

"So, what's this one about?" His arms slung around your waist, practically a second nature for him as he enfolded you in a koala-like embrace, your back snug against his chest.

You only blinked, and a knowing smirk grew on his lips. "Use your words, love."

You sputtered, slapping his arm with the book before managing to settle yourself, stifling the heat that threatened to take over your whole body.

"It's a romance novel."

He raised a brow. "Romance?" He chuckled, and you did not want to address the way the low timber of his voice made your limbs turn to mush. "While I am an expert in the field, I would love to hear what seems to strike your particular fancy."

But you met him with hesitation. "Are you sure?"

"What?" he cooed, his nose nuzzling into your neck, the warmth of his breath prickling your skin as he laid down a path of kisses along your throat. "Is it so hard to believe I want to hear your beautiful voice?"

You resisted the urge to squirm away but sighed, looking down at the page. It would be nice to read to someone, would it be?

He barely paid attention to your narration of the book itself, occupying his thoughts as he toyed with strands of your baby hairs between his fingers, his ears picking up the shift of your tone, mellifluous in nature. He hadn't processed precisely what you were saying, but he couldn't help but be enraptured in the rise and fall of your voice, filled with emotion as the story rose to a peak. Neither of you had paid attention to the kisses that he littered across the crown of your head, the motion only settling the butterflies in your stomach to sleep.

As the clock ticked forward, your words began to haze, slurring together as you crawled toward the final page.

CUCKOO!

This time, no one was startled by the intrusive sound. The sun had set into the horizon, leaving you within the glow of faded lamps and flickering lights; the book slumped over in your lap as your breath drew deeper, eyes fluttering closed. Dazai smiled, no mockery or tease, careful not to wake you as he lifted you bridal-style. He was surprised you didn't stir, not once, even while he half-hazardly managed to pay for the book with his spare cash. The woman at the counter was even nice enough to take a few dollars off, too distracted with cooing at your sleeping form.

His little charmer, even while asleep. Awfully cute.

RING!

"Osamu," you mumbled, voice lethargic as the bell and brisk air stirred you from your slumber. The incessant tease shushed you, kissing your forehead with a smile.

"Shh. Rest, love."

And he walked on into the night. Another satisfying date under your belt, if slightly unconventional. But he wouldn't have spent his day any other way. It was worth the lecture.

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[brisquad-unit-4402]

would you still love me if i was a

[bavis gavis voice] happy post-white day you sick Fucks.

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, crack treated seriously, inspired by fulgur’s white day stream, maybe canon compliant?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It takes Fulgur some time to weigh the question after you repeat it again. Even so, it’s less of the sweet thoughtfulness you were hoping for and more just trying to wrap his head around it.

He’s so confused that not only does he look away from his computer screen, but he pivots his chair around entirely to face you. “…A worm.”

“Yeah.”

"Like a pest? Or a vermin."

"If you wanna call them that, sure."

“Why would you turn into a worm?”

“I dunno, maybe I’m secretly Gregor Samsa?”

“What does Kafka have to do with anything?” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You spend a lot of time thinking about things that don’t matter.”

“Hey, it does too matter.”

“Kafkaism is fiction that reflects the surrealism of reality. We’re not fictional.”

“Cap.”

“What do you mean, cap, I’m a real— oh, never mind.” He pinches his nose again, and this time you must’ve gotten under his skin, because he even lifts his glasses up to rest on his head as he looks at you. “Why are you asking me about worms?”

“No context allowed! I’m suddenly a worm. Would you still love me, yes or no?”

“Why would I have to answer? You’re not turning into a worm.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Wh—“ Fulgur stares at you. “Yes, I do?! I live with you!”

You look off to the side and smirk. “Heh. You don’t even know about my double-life as a decomposer.”

“The only decomposing you do is when you lay in bed for three hours on your phone.”

“Fuu! Answer now!”

“No comment!”

“You are so unromantic!”

“You’re just now realizing this?!”

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

This is ironic.

Delightfully so.

Not exactly as you imagined, however. Rather than a worm, right in front of you is…

“Please don’t make this any worse than it is, Reader.”

A small seahorse, prostrated on the ground and somehow capable of breathing despite being very much above air. The gray ponytail and stubble around his snout was jarring, but there’s no mistaking the lifeline of red around his eye.

You let out the fourth-loudest laugh of your life, effectively wrecking Fulgur’s request before you even accepted it.

You cackle for some time until your side hurts and you tear up. Seahorse Fulgur levitates up to eye-level (somehow??) as you wipe your watery eyes. “Are you still mad…?”

“Mad?" You ask. "Why would I be mad?”

He hesitates. “The worm thing?”

It takes you a moment to remember the conversation you had almost exactly a week ago. You haven’t forgotten it nor how amused you were during it, but who’s to say the feeling was mutual?

Your lips press together. Did you misread the situation? “No, I wasn’t mad at all. It’s a silly question with silly answers.”

“Oh.” Fulgur sounds almost as small as his seahorse body, just the right size to cup your hands around him. Your fingers serve as a headrest. "Well, now I feel silly, too."

"It's okay, I don't mind. It was funny watching you get confused even if I didn't get an answer." You pat him on the head with a finger. "I'd still love you even if you were a seahorse, though."

Fulgur shuts his eyes. "You're making fun of me."

"A little."

"Would you let up if I answered the worm thing?"

"Maaaaybe." You pat him on the head again. "It doesn't matter now, we just need to find Legatus."

"Well, I would," Fulgur admits.

"Pardon?"

"Even if you're a worm," the seahorse says. He lays flat along your palm, yet his tail stretches out, wrapping around the edge of your thumb. Can seahorses blush?

You'd like to put that question to the test. "Full sentences, please, Fuu."

"I'd love you even if you were a worm," Fulgur says, and even with a snout and two beady eyes, you can just hear the way he presses his lips together and averts his gaze, dedicated to whenever he says it and all the courage he has to muster to be honest.

If he knew how he had you wrapped around his finger when he gets this shy he'd never let you hear the end of it, and still never be able to abuse that privilege. He's true to himself, even if it's at the expense of his pride.

So the urge to tease passes. Instead, you lift your hand up to your lips, press a kiss onto your fingers, and poke him gently on the side of his face. "Let's get you fixed up, Fuu."

"Please." His tail tightens around your thumb. "I'm afraid if we wait any longer I might give birth."

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[thestupidhelmet]

gaslighting

1 : psychological manipulation of a person usually over an extended period of time that causes the victim to question the validity of their own thoughts, perception of reality, or memories and typically leads to confusion, loss of confidence and self-esteem, uncertainty of one's emotional or mental stability, and a dependency on the perpetrator.

compassion

: sympathetic consciousness of others' distress together with a desire to alleviate it

Both definitions from Merriam-Webster.com

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Unfortunately, we can control only what we say or do, not how another person interprets our words and actions. It will be the same with this post, which I'm very sorry I have to make.

For the first time in my fourteen years in the T7S fandom, someone blocked me. I understand why. No one should feel unsafe in a fandom space. Despite my best efforts at reconciliation, including patience, compassion, and asking how I could better support this person, I received back personal attacks and accusations. Even then, I responded only with support and compassion.

Yeah, I have the conversation still in my messages. I've read it over many times to see where I might have misstepped. But what's there is my openness to the other person's grievances, my willingness to learn and grow from my mistakes, my apologies for the inciting incident that angered the person.

The responses I received were ever-growing anger and personal attacks. Nothing I could say could allay what the person felt. Reconciliation takes both parties working toward it.

My mistake, I realize, is the inciting incident. The person made a public post about a ship. I might have misread which ship it was. I replied, not a reblog, about how I wish the ship (Leia/Gwen) were romantically canon in T9S, but like Fez/Kelso on T7S, they have a canonically intimate but platonic relationship. That's the totality of what I wrote.

Then the private messaging began, by me, because I saw the person's unhappiness with my reply. I had wanted, in that same post, to write a reconciliatory response. I was blocked from doing so.

I know from previous private conversations with this person that they don't want anyone with differing opinions commenting on their posts. I've only ever offered this person advice when asked, an ear to listen, and obliged when requested to send them public asks about characters and ships. I should have refrained from commenting on their public post. That was my mistake. I'd hoped to have a fun fandom conversation.

Those of you here who know me, know me. This post isn't written for you but to address the public accusations the other person made about me. I'm a very private person, and I prefer to keep private interactions private. Our fandom has had enough drama the last few months, and I'm sad that the decayed dynamic between the other person and me has added to it.

I operate from a place of compassion. I'm also human and make mistakes in judgement. As I said to the other person privately, I'll say it publicly (as I believe this post will be read by that person through whatever means): I'm sincerely sorry that my comment on your public post angered you.

I try my best never to hurt anyone, especially not intentionally. I hate causing other people pain, and I hope that blocking me will help you feel safer and better. Sadly, my attempts to do so myself failed spectacularly and only upset you further. 😕

[tuxedaaron]

Okay, this started out as a request for a DA member, who wanted to see a picture of Sam and Valerie from Danny Phantom, dressed as boxers.  Unfortunately, when I went back over the initial request, I realized I had made a horrifying mistake...specifically, I misread the message and thought Sam and PAULINA, instead.  At the same time, though, I had already put too much work into the pic and it was simply too good to not post, so I simply put it up anyway. The concept for this pic is quite simple.  When I was thinking about the idea of Paulina vs. Sam in a boxing ring, I was immediately inspired by the the victory stills from the original Street Fighter III video game, which featured the winning combatant standing victorious over his/her defeated opponent.  So I decided to make the pic loosely based on those images, which sees Sam standing over a beaten Paulina. SF3 fans will undoubtedly appreciate the victory text at the bottom of the image, as well as recognize who Paulina's particular pose is based on.  But even if you're not familiar with the game and are simply a Danny Phantom fan, hopefully, you'll find plenty here to appreciate. After all, let's not kid ourselves, folks.  There's only one POSSIBLE way this particular scenario could end. ^_^ Well, again, even if it wasn't what I was supposed to draw, it's still a good pic and I was still proud of how it came out.  But since it still wasn’t what the guy asked for, I did apologize and promise I'd make it up to him, however.  Which is where the second image comes in. This image is pretty straightforward as well, with Sam and Valerie, both in desperate need of a cooldown after a particularly grueling workout.   Obviously, a frosty beverage goes a long way to accomplishing that.  But as Sam mischievously demonstrates, you don't necessarily have to DRINK it, to achieve the desired effect. So, here is the end result.  Again, I hope everyone else likes what they see, as well.  As always, comments are appreciated. ^_^

[spacexseven]

the entertainer

NOTE: nikolai, my dear nikolai :> this was fun. on a serious note, the last time i did hcs i got some unwanted comments from people who weren't happy with my characterization. this is simply how i interpret these characters, and if you think they're ooc then that's fine but please don't send me asks telling me you think i'm wrong or anything along those lines :>

SUMMARY: yandere! nikolai headcanons

REQUEST: from @h3apm3ch4n151m — y! nikolai hcs

CW: yandere character, obsessive behavior, jealous, possessive behavior, imprisonment, stalking, manipulation, disguises, sadistic character, mentions of murder/violence

- as mentioned in a previous post, nikolai isn't the type to fall for strangers

- he only associates himself with people he likes at least a little, so the moment he decides he likes you enough to be a friend, you're one step closer to being the unfortunate victim of his obsession

- generally, he tends to gravitate towards people who are ready to humor him and are somewhat genuine towards him

- nikolai rarely falls first, as he's more likely to fall for someone who's somewhat smitten with him already. for him, there's more security in knowing someone already likes him since they're less likely to shun him if they knew how he really was beneath the fun exterior

- he picks up on the signs that you're into him pretty quickly—the flustered laughter at his playful comments, the awestruck expression whenever he teleported with a swift wave of his coat, the yearning look when he entertained someone else for a change—you were far from subtle, but he loved that about you

- even if you're doing a good job at hiding your growing feelings, nikolai catches on pretty quickly. maybe, just to mess with you, he'd throw on a disguise and approach you like a third person and casually mention himself in the conversation just to bask in the immediate lighting up of your eyes

- he's not too happy when he realizes he's falling for you too, since he wanted it to be a one-sided admiration where he could revel in your attention. forming relationships would mess with his personal ideologies, which leads to some complicated turns

- he considers killing you for a long time, before ultimately deciding to let you live for now. however, if he really can't bear being held down like this, he'd kill you and then himself, also not wanting you to move on after he dies

- while figuring out his feelings, nikolai is likely to stalk you and just...observe you going about your day. he ramps up his clinginess and spends more time dragging you around with him. he even starts using his coat to drag you to him or teleport to you, or bring things to you

- if you tell him you're not interested;

✧ it doesn't matter what your reason is, but it's clear nikolai misread the signs. he's embarrassed but more than that he feels slighted.

✧ what do you mean, you're not interested? after giving him your undivided attention despite how silly his card tricks appeared, there's no way you could tell him you didn't like him

✧ if you're in the doa or working in the sky casino, it's even more disastrous if you reject nikolai. he's your indirect boss, and he can easily make you lose your job, or worse, just keep you around to make life difficult for you

✧ he considers just ignoring you, making you realize how bland and dull life is without him. that'll convince you that you needed him, wouldn't it? or maybe he'll ramp it up and spend every waking moment by your side, demanding you pay attention to him or else he's dragging you into the coat and out somewhere else where the two of you can have some alone time

✧ most likely, he'll end up kidnapping you. it's not that hard for him to whisk you away, and he really doesn't mind the time it'll give you with him. the bottom line is that there's simply no escaping nikolai

✧ alternatively, nikolai would also don disguise after disguise to ask you out and see 'who' you're more interested in

- if you willingly agree to date him;

✧ a relationship with him is far from pleasant. while he can be manageable (maybe even amusing) when satisfied (meaning you have to play along with every whim and not fight him), he can also be absolutely terrifying when upset

✧ affection from nikolai is almost taunting. his hugs are too tight, his seemingly soft smiles hiding dangerous ideas, and his kisses almost devouring. any sort of intimacy with him will likely leave you horrified at his sadistic side. even in the rare, gentle moments when he showers you with kisses, he manages to leave a bite or two as if reminding you of who you're lying with

✧ dates with nikolai are (in his opinion) very fun, usually consisting of some borderline illegal activity or reckless adventuring. he never lets you out of sight though, and you don't really have a say in what you're doing for the day

✧ nikolai is extremely possessive and gets jealous easily. while he never loses his temper in public, you can tell when he's pissed

✧ it's normal for him to disguise himself to continue stalking you in public when he's supposed to be busy, sometimes pretending to be an employee in your workplace, sometimes blending in with the crowd in your commute, or working as the barista in your favorite cafe

- because nikolai is extremely honest about who he is and what he wants, he doesn't shy away from revealing his frightening side to you. he doesn't see a point in hiding it when he knows you'd see it eventually, but he doesn't want you to be scared

- so play along, and he can be even fun to be around on a good day!

- if you try to fight back against him;

✧ nikolai is more than ready to subdue you. he can get awfully cruel when he feels like he has to, and sometimes, you even feel like this cruel side of nikolai might just be the 'real' nikolai

✧ his idea of punishment is usually inflicting physical harm of some kind, but he's not opposed to emotionally tormenting you either, especially if it proves to be more effective

✧ he isn't particularly opposed to locking you up if he feels he has to either, but he'd prefer for you to be out and about with him (after all, nikolai is all about the idea of freedom...though it mostly applies to him)

✧ it's simple, keep nikolai pleased, and you'll have a happy nikolai. after all, it's in his nature to entertain and want to be entertained.

[tiktokitssinoclock]

The Valorant Gals- Falling Asleep (p.I) Scenarios

Hey everyone! I've been blown away by the support and all the requests I'm getting- thank you so much for taking so kindly to my work! Rest assured if I haven't posted your request yet, it is definitely getting worked on in my drafts. For now, I hope you'll enjoy my first post about the lady agents! I've been sitting on this one for a few days now, very happy I'm finally satisfied with it!

Minors and ageless blogs, DNI // You will be blocked

Viper

Viper was ordinarily opposed to anyone being in her lab. Stepping so much as a toe over the threshold that separated the hallway from her workspace was the ultimate sin in her eyes, something Phoenix had to learn the hard way. Unfortunately today, she hardly had a choice in the matter.

Thanks to a computing error, all of the orbs she pre-loaded with poison were painfully defective. After running a last-minute quality check under a fume hood, she realized she misread the amount of acidic component she was supposed to use- think adding 0.1mL instead of 1.0mL. Given the amount of work that now needed to be done and the fact that she was due to leave for a mission early the next morning, she had little choice in the matter. She needed an extra pair of hands, and the person she'd least grudgingly allow helping was you.

"How much longer does that have?" She called out from her bench, reassembling the second to last orb.

"Two more hours," you replied through a stifled yawn, your head resting heavily on the table as you blearily watched the centrifuge.

She nodded to herself.

"Almost there, then."

"Woohoo," you said, lazily spinning a finger in the air.

She turned around in her chair to look at you, your back to her as you began to drift off. Despite it being almost two in the morning, she was still surprised by the... bottomless respect you held for her space. You put on the lab coat she gave you without question, your hair already pulled back and your safety goggles on without her asking. You were so careful with her equipment, too, only touching things when given permission and confidently letting her know when you didn't feel comfortable completing a task. She felt like she didn't have to keep an eagle eye on you the entire time you were there, which was honestly a breath of fresh air.

"Y/N..." she paused, trying to find the right words.

"You... you weren't insufferable and actually helped make this entire process quicker. I appreciate it."

When you didn't immediately respond, she got up from her chair and walked over to you. You were already asleep, your breath fogging the surface of the metal table with every exhale. She hesitated before carefully pulling the glasses off your face, folding them neatly at your side. The only reason was because you would break them if you started moving, she reasoned with herself, fighting the urge to tuck an escaped strand of hair behind your ear.

She let you crash in her lab as she finished the last orb by herself, tossing the emergency fire blanket over you when she thought you looked cold.

Jett

You slowly intertwined your fingers in Jett's as the two of you observed the one-on-one soccer match between Phoenix and Raze, the pair chaotically trying to claim control of the ball as they raced across the field. Ignoring the blush threatening to splash across her cheeks at the platonic act, she looked down from her spot on the blanket to face you.

"Aw, feeling clingy?" She teased.

"No," you murmured from where you lay, your forearm resting limply over your eyes to block out the sun.

"I'm feeling tired."

"Why? 'Cause Raze kicked your ass?"

"Perhaps. I wouldn't say she kicked my ass though."

"The grass stains on your shirt tell me otherwise."

You grinned slightly at her quip and didn't respond, earning a chuckle from the white-haired agent. A sudden yell reclaimed Jett's attention, her head turning back towards the field. She saw Raze successfully holding Phoenix in a headlock, teasingly knuckling his head as he protested loudly.

"What? Come on, there's no way that counts!"

"Why not, fire boy? You used a flash on me not even five minutes go!"

"That's... that's different," he spluttered, desperately trying to free himself.

"Using a blast pack is just as legal of a move. Right Jett?"

She called out the last part a bit louder, making sure Jett could hear. Jett smirked to herself.

"Of course! If you're gonna play soccer with house rules, you gotta honor them for everyone, Jamie!"

"No I don't! Especially not for someone who doesn’t even call football football."

"Hey she's the one calling it soccer, not me!"

He cleared his throat before putting on his best American accent and repeating Raze's words, his voice higher pitched in an attempt to match her.

"She's the one calling it soccer, not me! Make sure your backup knows what they're talking about next time."

"You little shit-"

Jett laughed, giving your hand a squeeze to make sure you heard. When you didn't squeeze back, she did a double-take. With your arm still slung over your head, you had fallen fast asleep. She figured it was going to happen sooner or later- you and Raze went at it pretty hard when it was still your turn to challenge her throne- so she wasn't sure why she still felt like she was caught off guard.

Maybe it was the warmth of your hand in hers. Or the unexpected softness of your skin against hers. Or the way your lips were gently parted open, looking so inviting and practically begging her to lean over and just-

She immediately shook her head, tearing her gaze away and instead locking her focus on the ensuing wrestling match between Raze and Phoenix.

"Friends don't think things like that," she murmured to herself. Even still, her thumb continued to trace circles across your scarred knuckles.

Sage

Sage wasn't ever caught off guard when she found her regulars seated in the headquarter's sick bay. There was Raze who always came in with jammed or broken fingers, Killjoy who more often than not would operate her soldering tool in dangerously low lighting, Astra who almost always took a good hit or two when working with her stars in the field- the list went on.

What she wasn't expecting, however, was to get Brimstone's call that you urgently needed her attention and would be waiting for her. She rushed into the room as soon as the automatic doors slid open, the familiar scents of sterilized floors and blood flooding her nostrils as her feet carried her to the only drawn privacy curtain. When she pushed it back to reveal its inhabitants, she felt her brain hit pause and momentarily found herself speechless.

With Brimstone supporting practically all of your body weight, you were slumped precariously by the edge of the bed. You were unconscious in his hold, his hand pressed tightly against the bullet wound on your side. Sage could tell by the stagnant dark stain on along your ribs and your pale complexion that you had been this way for quite a while.

"-managed to slow the bleeding, but I'm no healer and don't know my way around proper stitches," Brimstone said, snapping Sage back to reality.

She gestured for him to move his hand and examined the damage for herself, quickly popping her head over your shoulder to check for an exit wound. After a bit of gentle prodding that elicited a few pained noises from you, Sage sighed in relief.

"Good. The bullet made its way out, so let's not waste any more time."

She summoned an orb and flicked her wrist in your direction, closely monitoring your wound afterwards. She let out a sigh of relief as it pulsed a soft blue and slowly closed up, helping Brimstone arrange you so you were laying as properly on the bed. He headed out not long after to let the others know you would be okay, leaving Sage to tend to you alone.

Although you were no longer in danger, the color starting to come back to your cheeks, she still found herself glued to a chair beside you. She hummed lullabies softly under her breath, gently combing out the knots in your hair with her fingers.

Neon Translations: Beshie- Friend

Neon has never been much of a baker. Muffins would come out raw in the center, cake batter would be unbelievably runny no matter how much flour she added, and brownies amounted to nothing more than unedible hunks of cocoa powder.

Despite all this, though, you refused to give up and tried to bake something with her at least once a week. The rest of the agents had quickly caught onto your resilience and knew to steer clear of the kitchen on Thursday nights, something Neon was secretly relieved about. This time, however, she'd almost wished she had an audience.

The cookie batter you'd coached her through making resulted in actual dough; Neon may have added a bit too much butter and it was ultimately stickier than expected, but it was still perfectly acceptable. After the dough was scooped and left in the fridge to firm up, you let her know you'd be resting your eyes for just a few moments. Thirty minutes later when Neon had popped the first try in the oven, though, she decided to join you at the table where you were still taking your 'short' nap.

Your arms were crossed beneath you, your chin neatly perched on top of your wrists as you snoozed quietly. Neon found herself mirroring your movements, staring you down with her warm brown eyes and a fond smile. When you weren't running around like a chicken with its head cut off, she could better appreciate how... pretty you were. She connected the odd freckle here and there with her gaze, jumping from your cheek to your forehead to your cheek again until they were all accounted for. She adored the way you scrunched up your nose, too, watching your eyelids squeeze tightly together before they suddenly opened.

Knowing there was no way to talk herself out of her current position, Neon played into it and pressed her face closer to yours in a teasing manner.

"Good morning, beshie."

None the wiser about what she was doing, you decided to just go along with her. You moved even closer until your noses were just touching. She could feel your breath on her lips as you shot her a bleary smile.

"Good morning. I think I was out longer than intended... sorry."

If you noticed the reddening of her cheeks or the sudden spark of blue in her irises, you didn't mention it as you pulled away to sit up and stretch out your arms with a yawn. You made your way over to the oven, clearly suspicious over the lack of smoke, and the sleepiness dropped from you like a wet blanket. You excitedly cheered about how the cookies were rising and doing just fine, all the while Neon found herself rooted to the table.

One move and I could've closed the gap, she thought as you rushed over to give her a hug from behind.

Fade

Fade still couldn't wrap her head around it. The rest of the agents were frightened of her, her first meeting with them obviously having done some damage. She seemed to suck the atmosphere out of every busy room she walked into it, the tension palpable as all eyes were glued to her until she either left or they fumbled together an excuse to take off. Her assigned teammates for the day would always grudgingly work with her throughout their training exercises, leaving her alone whenever the opportunity presented itself. Worst of all perhaps was their nights off. She often found herself lingering in the hallway leading to the common room, watching the other agents play video games or watch movies from afar. Although she was rather antisocial, it still put a weird weight on her shoulders knowing she couldn’t even sit among them without ruining it for everyone else.

You, however, were the odd exception. You made a point to try to eat breakfast with her every morning, often waiting in the kitchen for her with a plate of scrambled eggs and a smile. When you two were on the same team for the day, you were practically fused at the hip. You shared the same booth in the shooting range, went together to cover the same area for spike exercises, and did yoga in the common area to wind down.

And now here you were. Willingly pressed beside her from thigh to shoulder in your most sacred space in the entire protocol- the book nook you'd set up in your room. Fade let her long-since abandoned novel flop to her stomach with a sigh, her head further sinking into one of the many pillows behind her.

" Listen, I appreciate all you've done to make me feel welcome," she started, her gaze focusing on the softly pulsing lights LED lights you'd strung around the area.

"I truly do. But if this is being done with the sole intention of making me feel... I don't know, more liked? No matter who put you up to it, you don't have to keep it up."

Her jaw clenched slightly.

"I make a lot of the other agents uncomfortable. It doesn't make me upset or angry to admit that- it's simple fact. I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, too."

After several moments of continued silence, she could feel her stomach tying itself into knots. She finally worked up the courage to look at you, expecting your friendly expression to have dropped and been replaced by the terror you'd always secretly felt. Instead, though, she found you to be fast asleep. Your head was resting on her shoulder, your cheek smushed against her jacket as you breathed softly beside her.

There weren't worry lines creasing your brow. You weren't cowering away from her as far as possible. You were just there, as peaceful as could be while drool starting to trail down the corner of your mouth. Fade looked at you a little while longer before finally coming back to her senses, plucking up her book once more and trying to read in earnest. She found it challenging now not because her conscience was heavy, but because the corners of her eyes were stinging and it was getting harder to see.

[blackrabbittwst]

Why hello! You didn't have a limit to how many characters you write in your rules so I just went for 5 ( just ruggie would be good to if it's to much characters!) But can I request some fluff with Ruggie, Kilam, Malleus, Vil and finally Floyed (separately) with a S/O that absolutely loves to shower them with physical affection! But MC dosnt know what to do when receiving it back. So MC kinda just stands/freezes there like "huh affection why? I like it but what do I do reseving it?🧍‍♀️"

A/N: Apologies! The character limit was on the rules page I created. It’s accessible via hyperlink on the pinned post (you click on the word Rules). I realized that maybe mobile users would have trouble finding it, so I went ahead and added the limit to the pinned post. However, since this was a misunderstanding on my part, I will grace you with a gift and do all 5 characters! However I’m just going to do headcanons since adding scenarios would take up a lot of time.

But thank you for the first request! I’m so excited and happy that someone has finally send a request!

Synopsis: A physically affectionate reader that does not know how to receive physical affection back.

Characters: Ruggie Bucchi, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al Asim, Vil Schoeheit, Malleus Draconia

Pairings: Ruggie Bucchi x S/O, Floyd Leech x S/O, Kalim Al Asim x S/O, Vil Schoenheit x S/O, and Malleus Draconia x S/O

Gender/Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Warnings: N/A

A/N #2: So I realized after writing majority of the prompt that I basically refer “showering physical affection” to just hugging. Overall I think the reaction would be the same for other types of physical affection as well. I just wanted to bring that up in case someone realizes that small detail.

A/N #3: So after re-reading the prompt while writing the last few things, I think misread it. Because of a typo in the request, I read it as them not feeling like the deserved the affection rather than them not understand why they are receiving it in the first place. I thought about changing it but I think with the added mini-angst, it adds a good touch of extra fluff to it in the end. Like how the light sourness of cheese foam on a good milk tea adds that much more flavor and enjoyment to the whole experience. However, if the anon who wrote this doesn’t like the small dab of angst, let me know and I can make another post with what you meant in mind!

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie would eventually enjoy the physical affection and attention. He’s used to physical affection in general from all the kids back at home. They’re usually tackling him with hugs while clinging to him constantly, so it’s a little nostalgic as well.

In the beginning, he might find the idea of constant physical affection a little overwhelming. The kids at home probably showered him with too much attention at home to the point where it’s exhausting. Like imagine, five hyena pups literally glomping him until he falls to the ground and holding into his legs while he tries to walk around. He adores how much they love him, but a bunch of little rascals constantly begging for attention can be a little overwhelming for him (for anyone really). So since he’s used to intense versions of physical interactions, he’d be a little wary of it at the beginning. However, don’t worry! He’ll get used to it quite quickly when he realizes you don’t intend to knock him down or squeeze him until his back pops.

Since Hyenas are a part of the Feline family, he’d probably purr in delight from all the hugs and cuddles. (I looked it up and hyenas actually purr, awww!) His eyes slowly slide shut and a big smile would creep upon his face as he melted to their touch. His tail would swish back and forth with enjoyment and his ears would twitch a little. He’d only show this side of himself in private though. He can’t have some other predator nearby seeing him all vulnerable and tame for a human. He’d never hear the end of it!

When he got used to your touch, he’d want to rub up against his s/o while in their embrace. He might notice them slightly tensing up to his gestures, but he’d be too consumed with serotonin to take a mental note of it.

One day, he’d see his s/o walking around the botanical gardens, so of course he’d want to go over and surprise them. Laughing to himself about his devious plan, he’d quietly stalk his prey. When he got close to them, he’d give them a firm hug from behind. He’d laugh at the shenanigans, but after a moment, he would notice them stiffening up under his touch. At first, he would think it was because they were so surprised. He would snake around to the front and face his s/o while never letting go of the embrace. When he noticed their hesitant expression, he would immediately question them if they were okay.

When his s/o would tell him that they don’t understand why he’s hugging them since they don’t deserve it, he’d tilt his head to the side confused. He wouldn’t understand how they could be so physically intimate but not like it back, despite the fact that they SHOULD know how much he loves them. He’d hum to himself thinking about the whole situation before asking them why they think they don’t deserve it. He’s explained that he loves them as much as they love him, right? They show him all this physical attention because they love him, right? So of course it should be the same concept back! He would tell them that he loves them so much that it’s only natural he’d want to hug them back! If they hesitate to his response, he’ll give a little huff, and hum in annoyance while hugging them tighter and rubbing his face against their cheeks (if they’re the same height), on top of their head (if they’re shorter), or in the crook of their neck/cheek (if they’re taller).

He’d insist that he’s going to love them back as much as they love him, and they better realize how much they deserve it, or else he’ll never stop! He’d be a little petty and childish about it overall and puff out his cheeks in frustration if it happens for a prolonged amount of time. He’s not mad at his s/o, he’s just stubborn and wants them to know how much they deserve it as much as anyone else in a relationship. This is a fight he wouldn’t be willing to back down from until you understood how much he loved you back.

Floyd Leech

As the Octavinelle resident squeezer, Floyd would be thrilled to have someone who constantly showered him with physical affection. He’d enjoy all the attention and feel quite spoiled. Being a big, scary eel boy, he normally doesn’t get any sort of physical affirmation from anyone. The only individuals who would attempt to hug him would be Jade or Azul. Jade would hug Floyd to either annoy/taunt him or when he’s genuinely happy for something Floyd did (like a birthday present or something, but even this is super rare). Azul wouldn’t even dare get near Floyd since he doesn’t want to wear a back brace for a week after all. However, if he was feeling very vulnerable, maybe, a very small possibility but JUST MAYBE, he would consult Floyd and Jade about his issues, and as a result, let Floyd give him a comforting hug. (We gotta hug, comfort, and support our octo-crybaby)

Naturally, Floyd would want to return the favor and give them the biggest hug back! He wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to reciprocate the affection immediately after receiving it. His s/o is so soft and cute after all! Who wouldn’t want to squeeze someone like that? It’s too tempting!

It would happen after a long day at the Monstro Lounge. He would spot his s/o walking in so that they could hang out after closing. He’d get all cheery and excited to the point where you could almost see the little hearts floating around. He would then run up to them with his arms open and the biggest smile with a Koebi-chaaan~. His s/o would also run up to him and give him a big hug. He’d get a jittering feeling in his tummy and give them a big tight hug back, lifts them off their feet, and spins them in the air.

When he put them back on the ground, he would realize that his s/o body stiffened in his arms. He would also notice that they did not share the same excitement he had when he spun them around, which would leave him being very confused. He’d let go of the embrace and ask in a brusk tone why they were actually weird. He might even get moody or even mad since he doesn’t know what’s going on with them. He would assume that his s/o doesn’t like the way he gives squeezes, or that maybe they just were like the others and they afraid of him now and his affectionate side. Depending on how his s/o responded to his questioning, it’s a coin flip whether his mood would change and how he would respond.

Option 1: If they just question why he would hug them (and not immediately tell him that they don’t think they deserve it), he’d probably get mad and storm off assuming they were just like the all others. No one wants to appreciate how affectionate he can be without literally crushing them. They’re all scared little wimps that he shouldn’t waste his time and effort on! His mood swing would be instantaneous after his s/o question, which didn’t allow much time at all time to explain anything. His s/o would have to chase after him, sit him down, and explain that the issue was that they don’t feel like they deserve the affection. They would need to insist that it has nothing to do with him being scary or mean at all. It was more of a self-esteem issue they struggled with.

Option 2:If they question the hug and admit they don’t think they deserve it, he’d be quite shocked and hug them tighter, despite the fact they just told him it made them a little uncomfortable. He can’t help it, he’s more of actions speaks louder than words type of eel. So, please try to endure it for a couple more moments while he gets all the concern and sadness he’s feelings out of his system.

However, no matter which scenario his s/o decided to take, once he realizes they don't think they deserve his affection, he’d get really pouty and exclaim that of course they deserve the same affection they give to him! It makes him sad that they would ever think that way! He loves them so much after all, and he HAS to show them no matter what!

His solution is that he would just have to hug them every chance he got. This way, they got to understand how much he thinks they deserve to be loved, right? It would probably be a chore to get him to let go as well, even if he had been cuddling them for 2 hours straight. He basically becomes a big clingy eel. They would have to squirm quite a bit and give a good excuse before he even considered letting them go.

His s/o would need to have a serious conversation with him if they don’t feel comfortable with all the sudden affection. He might get grumpy, but they need to compromise with him and let him know about introducing physical intimacy at a slower pace. He wouldn’t understand until they lay it out in detail. Once they set some boundaries and guidelines, he’d be a little huffy but he’d ultimately respect your wishes and would try his best to be more patient.

Kalim Al Asim

Kalim would be ecstatic for all the physical attention. The moment his s/o wraps their arms around him, someone passing by would swear they saw stars twinkling in his eyes. He’d love to rub his cheeks on their head or face depending on his s/o’s height. If they were taller than him, he’d snuggle his face into the crook of their neck/chest affectionately, like a cat.

The whole interaction would make his day and he would feel so chipper afterwards. Even after failing an alchemy test, a hug from his s/o would make him feel like he was floating on top of the world! (until Jamil came up to drag him off for an intense study session)

He’d be similar to Floyd and he’d immediately want to reciprocate the affection. He’s just so happy with the warm and fuzzies on the inside that he can’t help but hug back. It’s like cause and effect with potential and kinetic energy (okay guys, I’m an engineer, I can’t help but use a dumb science analogy). His s/o’s energy is like potential energy that would build inside Kalim’s happy tank. Then all “potential energy” would be immediately converted to kinetic energy, which is the equivalent to the burst of love and emotions Kalim feels for his s/o and he MUST act on it with a tight embrace. If he doesn’t, he’d probably bounce off some walls or something.

It would occur somewhere like at the Scarabia lounge. He invited his s/o over for a feast (that Jamil probably made) and go magic carpet riding. The entire mini party with him and all dorm mates was incredibly fun and the food was delicious, of course. Later he would grab them by the hand and lead them to the treasure room for the magic carpet. After a nice ride with some exhilarating sightseeing, his s/o would hug him and let him know they had a fun time today. A blush would creep on his face and he couldn’t help but make a goofy smile. He would respond that he had fun as well and he would do anything for them to ensure they were happy with a big excited hug.

However, when he felt them freeze under his embrace, he’d be confused. He’d loosen his hold and tilt his head in confusion. Then in a concerning gentle voice, he would ask if anything was bothering them. When they ask why he’s hugging them and that they don’t deserve it, Kalim would be completely shocked. His mouth would drop open and he would just stare at them in shock. He just couldn’t believe that they don’t understand the intentions of his affection. His shocked facial expression would then change to the ugliest sad face.

He’d feel so heartbroken, but not because they didn’t like his hugs. He would realize that they probably never received physical affection from anyone in return despite them being so bubbly and outgoing with their affections. Like, why else would they respond in that way if they’re constantly so affectionate to himself? Main point: they probably never got affection themselves back from the ones they loved. He’d start wailing and sobbing while hugging them tighter, swaying back and forth. He’d exclaim at the top of his lungs that he swears he’ll love them so much in the future with so many hugs and cuddles that they’ll get used to it in no time. He’d probably get obnoxious with the physical affection and go over the top because he just has to show them they deserve affection too.

If they’re just way too uncomfortable, they would need to sit him down and explain the necessity for personal space. They would need to explain that they would need to ease the affection intensity in increments, rather than all at once at max level 100. He would probably give the saddest puppy eyes, but he would try his best to carefully ease you into all the physical love and attention he actually wants to give you.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil would enjoy the physical affection but to a certain degree. He’d make sure to communicate with his s/o that they must not wrinkle their uniform or his own during any sort of embrace, nor could they touch his face at anytime to avoid smudges to his makeup, or to prevent potential breakouts from oily hands. He has an image to uphold as the housewarden of Pomefiore! He would never allow him nor his s/o to look like a disheveled mess! He also can’t let himself look like a lovesick fool who would conduct improper PDA in front of the entire school body. He’d be more willing to accept any kind of physical intimacy behind closed doors though. From there he’d let them do whatever they’d like.

In return for the intimacy while in public, he would normally give them a gentle stroke on the top of their head, or a quick peck on the forehead with quiet praise only they could hear. Depending on his s/o’s sensitivity to the affection, he’d noticed a flinch under his lips or hands when he gave them these small gestures. Afterward, he would quickly take note of it in his head for now and continue on with his day.

Once he was in the privacy of his room with his s/o, would he return the favor for all the sweet, loving gestures they’ve given to him over time. It would be during the late afternoon after all club activities and housewarden duties were over that Vil would invite his s/o for some tea. The moment they would walk into his room and look around with awe, he would walk up behind them and give them a gentle embrace. He’d comment that he appreciates the respect surrounding his boundaries during the day and that he loved them dearly.

He would immediately notice that his s/o freezes up under his touch again, and he would let them out of his embrace. With a concerned expression, he would then softly grab them by the shoulders and spin them around to face him. He would apologize and ask if he had somehow crossed a boundary he was not aware of. When his s/o would mention that they don’t understand why he was hugging them and that they don’t deserve it, his eyes would widen in surprise. His brows would crease following a sigh that escaped his lips. He would lift their chin with his index finger and gently explain that they deserve all the love in the world. Then, he’d pepper kisses on their forehead and their lips before wrapping his arms around them once again. He just couldn’t understand what they were thinking. Maybe they thought that he was out of their league? Or maybe all the distance during the day gave them doubts about their relationship? Either way, Vil was going to let you know how he felt, no matter how many different was it would take to get it through to your head.

If they still felt a little self-conscious or doubtful about receiving physical affection, Vil would make sure to add many different small gestures scattered throughout their daily lives. Like, briefly stroking their hand when they pass in the halls, holding hands more often during extended times together, stroking their hair, etc. Just simple touches that would slowly get them adjusted to physical affection while also making sure they are constantly reminded about how much he cares for them, despite the small distance in front of others.

Overall he would be very reassuring and patient to his s/o, since they respected his rules, it’s only fair that he also does the same. He makes sure that everything relating to physical intimacy gives only comfort while also making them happy. He’s always willing to meet halfway and make the effort to make ensure his s/o feels loved.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus would be quite confused by your physical affections at first. He would let his s/o do as they pleased, but the whole concept would be quite foreign to him.

He’s read in books and observed other humans that they seem to enjoy close physical contact when they are in love or happy, but he’s never been so physically intimate with someone before. He’d wonder if it was just a human tendency to be so… touchy? Human concepts still bewildered him on many occasions.

Like why does wrapping one’s arms around the torso make the other person smile so widely but then wrapping your hands around their neck is harmful? (I suppose unless their being kinky, jk jk) You could still hurt someone while holding them around the torso with enough force. You also can still show someone your emotions with just words alone, and with writing, one’s emotions can be kept for a life time. So then why would one require physical intimacy in the first place? Also why can humans who are just friends still hug but then the gesture is also used in a romantic sense? But then kissing isn’t always a friend gesture and usually only associated with romantic relationships. The whole concept is quite confusing, don’t you think?

When he first received a very affectionate embrace, he’d be a bit stiff and still, not knowing what to do. He’d feel a slight tingle and warmth in his chest, but the sensation would confused him. He already knew that he was very satisfied and happy with his relationship with his s/o, but being embraced felt different. It felt like a wave of relaxation and shining light on the inside. He would end up smiling at least.

Later he’d approach Lilia and ask him about the experience and what he felt. Lilia would lightly chuckle and let him know that he should keep accepting the kind gestures to get a better idea of how he feels. While Lila could easily explain the sensation of love and yearning for one’s touch, sometimes it’s just easier to understand if you experience for yourself. Malleus would reluctantly agree to Lilia’s suggestion and go about his day.

It would take a little time before Malleus would realize the comfort that comes from physical affection. Soon he’d relax under the embrace of his s/o and give simple pats to the head, or softly stroke his s/o’s face in return. A small gesture, which would probably not be enough to cause his s/o to freeze up. However if they did show some discomfort, Malleus would notice it but assume maybe it was a human thing.

Eventually, Malleus would realize that he has yet to embrace his s/o back after all this time. He would want to return the favor, after all. When they were on their regular night stroll, he’d look over at them briefly and see their bright smile. He’d feel an intense fire in his chest that he hadn’t felt too many times before. Without realizing it, his legs would be moving on their own towards them and he’d find himself giving them a gentle hug.

He’d immediately notice his s/o’s body stiffen under his touch. He’d be very concerned and immediately let go while inquiring if he did something wrong. When his s/o explains that they don’t think they deserve the affection and why he would do it in the first place, he would be saddened at first. His first thought would be that they disliked his attempt at physical affection, even though he finally understood what it felt like to yearn and touch another person (to the point of actually acting on it). However, after that fleeting thought, another, more personal experience-based thought crossed his mind. It was then that he would have a lightbulb moment (or… a lighting crystal? Do they have lightbulbs? Wait but they have video games… but then why do they use crystals to light the chandeliers?? I guess it could be old technology kinda thing… This game confuses me more and more…).

He’d realize this was literally the same way he felt when they started giving him affection in the first place. He’d chuckle to himself in amusement at such an ironic situation. This would cause his s/o’s head to tilt questioningly in response. He’d explain that he felt the same when they started showering him with affection and that he understood where they were coming from. He’d ensure to them how much he appreciated their physical intimacy until now and how much joy it brought to him. He’d insist that he would like to return the favor, but he’s willing to slowly adjust the level of intimacy to their comfort so that eventually they would start to accept his physical affections as well.

Endnote: Wow that was longer than I mean it to be and it took so long to proofread ( ˘･з･) well I hope you all enjoyed it!

[illicitlimerence-writes]

champion | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x driver!reader word count: 2.2k request: yes/no. by an anon: "Hi there. Do you write smut? If not my apologies, just ignore this. If you do I have a prompt. Mick dating fellow driver (a female) and winning his first GP, then having sex with her for the first time as a form of celebration?" okay so i don't usually write smut (so please don't take it bad if you request smut and i decline). i had zero inspiration to write anything else so i just went for this. warnings: smut. 18+ only. if you're under 18 you will be blocked. oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving). it's one of the first times i've written smut so please be kind. swear words, mick being cheeky. (please let me know if i've missed anything, like i said i'm not very used to writing smut and maybe some things went over my head as i reviewed it. but be kind, please.) a/n: yeah. i've written smut like two or three times a looong time ago. and since then i've felt terrified to try again, which is why i didn't go too in-depth during the actual sex. let me know what you think! i can't believe i've written and posted one fic a day for four days in a row. wow. funny story, me and my dumb ass misread this request as well and i was writing something else and i was so inspired when i realized my mistake lmao. i'm definitely saving that draft for later.

my masterlist

"the gap to mick is 0.5, and to hamilton is 1.3. give it your all."

your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, you could feel the sweat dripping down your body from anticipation.

there were just two laps left, mick had never been this close to a win. you watched as your boyfriend in the car in front of you sped up, catching up with hamilton and you did the same. you kept your distance at first when mick tried to overtake him, he went on the inside of a curb and you went full throttle. hamilton went wide, and that gave you the advantage to overtake him as well.

on the last lap you could taste victory, you were so close to mick, but you knew what this would mean for him, so you didn't try to fight him for the position.

a 1-2 for your team was the best result possible, no matter who ended up on the top spot. the checkered flag was being waved, and mick schumacher had just won his first grand prix in formula one.

as your race engineer congratulated you on the amazing work the entire race, starting p11 and finishing p2 was quite the hard work, you and mick did a final lap together, trying to keep the cars side by side as you lift your fist in the air, trying to stop yourself from jumping up and down in the car.

you parked the car in front of a board with a large '2' on it. and right next to you, your boyfriend parked his in the long-awaited first place spot. you got out of the car, rushing to his side. he hugged you, laughing as he twirled you around. you made your way to where your team waited for the both of you.

as you stood on the podium, mick placed an arm around you, buzzing with excitement. he pulled you to his side, and you climbed on the top spot. he grasped your hand in his and lifted them, stretching your arms up high as you held your trophies with your free hands.

mick couldn't keep his hands off you the entire night. you'd gone for drinks at the bar of the hotel you were staying at, but neither of you drank anything because your diets didn't allow it, not that you needed the alcohol to enjoy the night. you let him have his way with you, he was a champion after all.

and champions deserved their prize.

the entire day your mind kept looking forward to the night. you and mick hadn't been intimate yet. you'd been together for two months, the best months of your life, and you were taking your time getting to know each other's likes and dislikes, plus, you didn't have that much experience, but this was the best way to end a perfect day, and you felt ready.

as you stumbled to your room you closed the door behind you, mick's grip on your waist tight. you fell back on your bed, and mick climbed on top of you, kissing your cheek.

you still had adrenaline running in your veins, and you waited until you both calmed down to let him know your decision. you thought he'd fallen asleep until you felt his lips nipping at your neck. you continued to let him decorate your neck with lovebites and bruises, occasionally dragging his lips up to yours. you could spend the entire night like this, but you had other plans.

"mick, mick," you said as his lips met the side of your neck. he hummed in reply, nipping and biting. "i think i'm ready," he froze for a moment, unsure if he'd heard you right.

"what?" he asked, leaning his weight on his arms, his face so close to yours, you couldn't stop yourself as you leaned forward and captured his lips in a short embrace.

"i want to be yours, completely. i'm ready," you said, he smiled at you, kissed your cheek before he flipped you two over, so you were on top of him. his hands snaked around your waist, pushing you until your chest laid flat against him.

"baby, please don't feel pressured to do it. you don't own me anything, i just want to spend one of the best nights of my life with you, we don't have to do anything." he said and he looked at you with those big blue eyes of his, his stare so soft and hypnotizing it made you dizzy.

"i know, but i want to. you've done so much for me, and you've said it yourself. i'd like to end one of the best nights of my life, as well, with you."

"fuck, i love you." he couldn't contain himself.

"me too," you said for the first time, grabbing his face and colliding your lips with his as he flipped you over again.

the kiss started slow, you were taking your time exploring him in a new light, you couldn't help but feel extremely nervous, you didn't have that much experience. his hands sliding down the sides of your body brought you back from your thoughts, making you gasp. you dragged your hands down his back, slipping under his shirt, feeling his skin, scratching it with your nails.

you took your time as the kiss grew heated, your heartbeat speeding almost as fast as the cars you drove. you sighed deeply as his lips met your neck again, he bit and sucked and licked, making you feel a pleasure you hadn't before.

the clothes came off, you stared at each other with pure adoration in your eyes.

"are you sure?" he asked, making you feel warm inside. your fingers were in his hair, so you pulled him towards your face and joined your lips, hoping that would answer his question. "okay, but you have to tell me the moment you start feeling uncomfortable. this isn't just about me."

"i promise," you said.

his lips descended down your neck, to your breasts, where he took his time giving attention to each peak. he continued his journey, kissing all over your stomach, his breath and soft lips tickling you. once he reached your aching core he locked eyes with you. he sat on his knees, pulled your legs apart, on each side of him.

tentatively, his thumb touched your sensitive skin, making you flinch. his eyes instantly flew to your face, "is this okay?" he whispered as his fingers stilled.

"yes. don't stop," you gasped, he nodded, his eyes flying back to where his digits played with you. two of his fingers held you open for him as another circled your opening, his breath hitching. you heard a soft 'fuck' leaving his lips as he plopped down on his stomach, his warm breath hitting your tender core.

"i'm gonna use my mouth, okay?" he said, as he grabbed one of your thighs and left soft kisses.

"please," you almost moaned, the anticipation too much. you felt as if you were buzzing, electricity ran through your veins as you waited for him to do something.

the first lick caught you off guard, the air left your lungs as your head shot up to look at him between your legs. his eyes silently asked for permission, and you nodded, whispering a soft 'don't stop'. and he dived in.

your back arched off the bed, hands curled around the white sheet beneath you as he kissed and licked you in your most intimate spot. his fingers found your hypersensitive button, and the pleasure intensified by a thousand. you felt like you were burning up inside, your head dizzy with ecstasy as soft gasps left your throat.

one of his fingers circled your opening, "i have to stretch you, first." he said, and you nodded. "okay, this might hurt, so tell me and i'll stop."

"please never stop. i've never felt like this in my whole life," you admitted, too drunk on his touch to think straight.

"we're just starting, my love." he said. his pinky finger began stretching you as it made its way inside you. you closed your eyes, biting your lip and throwing your head back against the pillows.

"fuck, keep going," you creaked out. once he was fully inside, he remained still for a moment before he began pulling out slowly, then pushing back in. once you were used to his pinky, he pulled out completely, taking his finger to his mouth and cleaning it from your wetness.

he worked you out, using two and three fingers, and once you'd found a pace you were comfortable with, his lips surrounded your clit, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked and licked.

"oh my god," you whispered. your hands moved on their own accord, tangling your fingers in his blonde hair, pushing him deeper into you.

your orgasm came crashing down, you felt fireworks exploding inside your skin, a pressure that had formed in your stomach now disappearing as he continued to kiss your clit and fuck you with his fingers until you felt that same pressure start to build again.

"fuck, mick, i can't-" you choked on air, your chest was heaving as you breathed rapidly. his intense gaze made you shiver.

"let go, baby. i got you, you're almost there. you're doing so good." he praised you, connecting his lips with your bundle of nerves, and you clenched around his fingers, inner walls fluttering as you came for a second time. your legs were numb as he pulled away from you, climbing his way up your body to kiss you, making you taste yourself in his mouth.

"that was wonderful," you whispered against his lips, noses brushing.

"you did so good for me, baby. my best girl." he connected your lips again, pouring all the love and passion into it.

"i want to make you feel good," you said as you pulled away to breathe. he shook his head.

"another time, liebe. tonight is about you,"

"no, tonight is about you," you said, holding his face.

"and i want to please you tonight. please," he pleaded, and looked at you with those eyes that made it impossible for you to put up a fight. you nodded, "do you want to keep going?" he asked,

"please,"

his fingers traveled down, touching your wet core. he took off his boxers, throwing them to the side. he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it once, twice. you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, he looked... sublime.

you bit your lip as his thick head touched your folds, slipping between them. you gasped when he pressed it against your clit, shivering in pleasure.

"you ready?"

"yes," you nodded and he slipped home.

you spent the rest of the night in his arms, he whispered how much he loved you. he was gentle and soft and showed so much devotion and commitment to make sure you received as much pleasure as he did.

you woke up feeling sore. the sun slipping through the curtains hit your eyes, so you turned your back, being careful to not wake up mick. you tried to get up to use the restroom, but your legs trembled as you tried to stand. you fell on the floor, and let out a yelp before you could stop yourself.

that woke him up

mick sat up, looking from side to side until he found you on the floor.

"what happened?" he asked as he got up and ran to you. he helped you up and sat you on the bed. you couldn't stop the soft giggles that left your mouth.

"you broke me," you said, pointing to your crotch area. "i tried to stand up and my legs gave up on me." you laughed at the absurd situation you were in.

"wow, that is a confidence boost," he smirked, kneeling on the floor in front of you. you slapped his arm playfully, which only made him laugh harder. "sorry, sorry."

"guess you'll have to be my slave for the day," you said, kissing his cheek.

"if this is the price i have to pay every time we're together i'll take it," he said. throwing himself on top of you, making you squeal as you fell backwards against the bed.

"shut up, i need to use the bathroom," you pouted.

"should i get you a wheelchair?" he said, raising his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes. he leaned back and stood up.

"i got fucked hard, not hit by a train," you replied, and made grabby hands at him. he held your hands and placed one arm under your knees and the other circled your back. he left you in the bathroom whilst you did your business, he waited behind the closed door.

"i don't think there's a difference," he continued his playful banter and you scoffed.

"get over yourself, schumacher. i'm the one in charge here," you said and slowly got up to wash your hands. once he heard you were done he knocked on the door and opened it once you gave him the all-clear. your fingers gripped the sink to keep you in place, and he quickly put his arm around your waist to steady you.

"you wish," he laughed. you looked at him through the mirror, and you raised an eyebrow wickedly.

"fine. then i won't let you have me tonight," you said and his face fell.

"nooo, please," he dragged out the 'o', pouting. "i need you." he complained.

"then behave," you said as you turned around, he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him as he walked you to the bed, setting you down softly.

"i've created a monster," he mumbled against your neck. where the bruises and love bites from yesterday painted your skin.

"only for you, champion."

[parkers-gal]

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requests | closed to complete current requests <3

last updated | aug 5th, 2021

do not repost my work anywhere !! respect this please. | fics are not ordered in any particular way. these headers are mine so pls don’t use/take them

tom holland

insomnia - reader can’t get to sleep; tom finds out why

driving in the rain - fluffy dinner date and rainy drive back home

workouts and warmth - when all tom wants is some after-workout cuddles

from across the living room - announcing your engagement to your families

the one - you want to move out and get your own place as a couple, but tom doesn’t. nikki talks to him. 

anything for the twins - tom massages reader’s boobies during her period

moms, makeouts, and mishaps - nikki walks in during your makeout sesh

simple acts of intimacy - a fluffy 3.1k words worth of blurbs

silver surprises - the reader surprises tom at a premiere

twenty questions - questions ensue after tom & reader get stuck in an elevator

my gut - spinoff of twenty questions with claustrophobic!reader (tw/ anxiety + attacks)

stealth mode - tom & reader scaring each other

unicorns vs pegasuses - tom shuts the reader up by kissing them

a good story - tom meets reader at a meet & greet — friendships blossom to lovers

deal breaker - tom wants kids, but the reader does not

his lap - reader asks for help in overcoming an insecurity; tom misreads the situation

pool day - pool day w/ tom + the boys

hot - the reader picks a certain song that reminds her of tom - the boys go wild

grounded by rocks - tom talks about you in an interview for cherry

your hands - when all he wants is a simple head massage

late flights - in which tom takes too much time with the fans

nobody wanted to - where only one person makes it out alive

way more than 50 - the hollands trick the reader into thinking they did something they weren’t supposed to 

why [ pt ii ] - sweet cupcakes, and a not so sweet breakup

what looks suspicious - nikki doesn’t exactly approve of tom dating the reader

something sweet - reader drops off small gifts while tom’s on set

he remembers - when tom finds the letter

missed you - reuniting w/tom after four long months

soft gangsta - tom tries to dress edgy; the reader is unconvinced

the shoe game - reader & tom play the shoe game at their wedding

too much - when the reader has a rough time with work, tom comforts them

losing grip [ pt ii ] - a losing battle between the reader and a hereditary disease causes heartbreak

your captain america - protective!tom holland of young reader (age gap)

sexy genius - reader is a fan of (and meets) jake gyllenhaal

teddy bear cuddles - tom wears an oversized hoodie

nonsense - the boys think the reader is meddling with tom’s work

circles before yourself - rule #2 - osterfield!reader gets caught with tom

seventeen times - when the reader is having a hard time in lock down, tom tries to help (TW // depression)

pixie dust hair - tom assures insecure!reader that the pixie haircut looks good <3

a few more months - reader passes out during a run; tw // excessive exercising

tiktok au’s

body ody ody - tom gets a little jealous over a few social media comments 

sweats in the supermarket - getting tom hard when he wears sweats

put your records on - trying not to kiss each other first

mood killer - saying dirty things into tom’s ear

say it back - pranking tom by not saying ily back to him

two different ways - tom choking the reader to get two different reactions 

brutal - doing the “did you mean to post this?” trend on tom 

worst thirty minutes of my life - playing a drinking game with tom to see who gives into cuddles first

my girl’s cuddles - crawling into tom’s lap 

even - buying hot leggings & taping tom’s reaction 

goofball - a silly way to reveal reader’s pregnancy to tom 

end the debate - “i found out why my boobs are small” trend

slam the car door - doing the car door prank on tom 

water bottle wars - the boys ask you and tom questions about each other. wrong answers result in sprayed water 

get you back real good - you & the boys prank tom after watching a scary movie 

peachy - sighing / moaning in front of tom playing video games to get his reaction

my princess - tom does a tiktok where he guesses all your answers to everyday questions

dad!tom

needles and needs - when scarlet has to get shots, you realize she may not be the only one that needs comforting

all my girls - scarlet meets her baby sister for the first time (dad!tom)

everything i love about u - tom is afraid baby red might hate him for leaving home too much

a little extra help - stepdad!tom being the best dad to your daughter

through the tears - pregnant!reader goes into labour, and baby holland meets the family

first feed - tom watches you breastfeed for the first time

warmth from the love - baby holland’s first Christmas

first words - baby holland speaks for the first time

breaking the internet - when your pregnancy announcement crashes multiple apps/websites (pregnant!reader)

breaking the internet... again - when baby holland breaks the internet

boyfriends and brunch - when jade brings home her boyfriend (aged!up)

big sister + how are babies made - telling scarlet about the baby on the way (pregnant!reader)

too many kids - the reader’s dad has some commentary about the twins

mumma’s girl - tom gets jealous when scarlet isn’t a daddy’s girl

angels - a little skin to skin time with his best girl

family man - after a nasty breakup, tom finds out you had his child

cheesy uncles - telling paddy he’s going to be an uncle

ag!reader (more to come !!)

y’all really get nasty - tom and the fans discuss ag!reader’s songs

my favorite things - ag!reader performs in front of the mcu cast at the grammy’s

34 + 35 - the boys react to reader’s new song(s)

34 + 35 remix - the boys reacting to the remix

his remedy - the boys react to positions deluxe

neglected - AG!reader breaks up w tom because of their job; tom searches for answers

low-key wants him - reader talks about how much nonna (+ her fam) loves tom

see u soon - reader interacts with tom while on stage for the swt

a few spilled secrets - AG!reader performs on jimmy fallon’s show.. tom and her confess a few secrets

for the first time - when the reader breaks down crying while singing about her ex, tom is there to comfort her

dance with me, rain on me - reader has a hard time on set, tom to the rescue

every tomorrow - the first album release night after your breakup

here we go again - introducing tom (+ the boys) to your celebrity friends

condoms or safety nets - the boys react to AG!reader’s song “safety net”

we’re not engaged - AG!reader announcing to the world why they no longer have a fiance... (fluffy)

the late late show - AG!reader & tom do spill your guts or fill your guts

pain from pleasure - dad!tom goes through a birth simulator — controlled by the reader

never have i ever - tom & the reader play a game on the late late show

fluffy hair - ag!reader has a zoom interview with zach sang. tom makes an appearance

fighting off the haters - ag!reader and older!tom holland (age gap) attend an award show after going public

run your hands thru my hair - tom reacts to ag!reader’s song “my hair”

stick to acting - tom tries to make a beat for ag!reader

practically twins - reader meets sebastian & anthony at comic con

damn lucky - black!reader wears her hair naturally during an interview

what a piece - reader talks about tom related songs & tattoos

flip it - tom talks about reader in an interview

at the door - older!reader & tom fight off haters

a headcannon of ag!reader being a marvel cast member

a headcannon of tom & the reader attending the avengers endgame premiere

styles!reader (more to come !!)

bathroom kisses - makeout sessions with tom and styles!reader in the bathroom

yeah, he is - tom holland x styles!reader meet the styles family; protective older brother harry makes an appearance

unparalleled love - older brother harry styles makes a speech at reader’s wedding

grilled - date night for tom & styles!reader is a bit difficult with two kids; older brother!harry to the rescue

baby showers and brothers - dad!tom & styles!reader are going to be parents

potential boyfriend - tom has a crush on the reader when they first meet

ts!reader (more to come!!)

trust me - tom & the reader defend her after nikki doesn’t approve

your london boy - tom & co. + the world reacts to “london boy”

boy of my dreams - tom being proud of the reader for winning a grammy

rapper!tom

tom records your sounds during sex for his music (hc)

tom talks about you in an interview

concepts: one , two , three

professor!tom

my pretty girl - tom gets jealous when reader gets many valentines

other reader tropes

cherry - reader is a screenwriter for tom’s upcoming movie

no shouting - singer!reader needs some help after paparazzis are too much (based on a video of tom)

pregnancy belly - actress!reader has to wear a pregnancy belly for her role, and the boys tease tom about when it’ll be real

we march - actress!reader being a huge feminist

passions & pediatricians - pediatrician-to-be!reader meets tom

politics - reader’s granpa is joe biden (requested) and tom meets him

extra support - psychiatrist!reader helps tom on the set of cherry

you made it big - tom holland x actress!reader at the after party

partition - the boys react to famous!reader singing partition

senorita - singer!reader makes a music video with shawn, who’s tom’s new best friend

miniseries 

boomerang: one , two , three , four [completed]

peter parker

making amends

➢ enemies to lovers ; college!peter x super soldier!reader ; 30k words ; sorta slow burn

cheeky guy, favorite thighs - college!peter doing a tik tok challenge — between the reader’s thighs [tik tok au]

a little nicer - doing the prank on peter (”you could’ve been a little nicer to me today”)

start searching - first make out sessions with our best boy :)

hidden hickeys - the avengers think innocence of peter, until they’re proven wrong

the team - part two of hidden hickeys; reader meets the avengers

all of you - late night talks about your future with peter :’)

like you wouldn’t believe - reader tells mj about her & peter’s awesome sex

slip from my hands - roommate!peter comforts the reader after a nightmare

i’d wait for her - college!peter parker needs to come to terms with you and your boyfriend

shut up and kiss me - soft make out sessions with peter :)

all the good things in the world, and i get you - insecure!reader needs a little reassuring 

modern chivalry - peter being a gentleman on the subway

eggnog and mistletoe - peter helps you love the holidays

the force awakens? it sleeps - a little extra comfort & care from our favorite baby boyfriend 

a prince - wonder woman!reader meets spider-man (& avengers) in a mission

steve rogers fics - peter finds you reading fanfiction abt steve rogers

fanboy!peter

fanboys and bracelets - fanboy!peter parker goes to famous!singer!reader’s meet and greet

fanboys and phone numbers - fanboy!peter parker continuation 

showing around - fanboy!peter gets VIP access; some dancing ensues

stark!reader + avengers!reader

if you knew feelings - the avengers want you & peter to break up

sleeping - peter misinterprets a few important questions

the may to your ben - college!best friend!peter parker x stark!reader fluff

race ya - peter confesses his feelings for rogers!reader after a mission — on comms

frat bathrooms - stark!reader joins the avengers where she sees college!peter, the boy she slept with at a frat party

rainy days - reader doesn’t like rainy days, a certain wall-climber changes their mind

already got her - jealous!peter makes a public confession

flustered!peter

a nervous one - flustered!peter parker sees cheerleader!reader in her uniform

one day soon - flustered!peter parker x affectionate!reader

all better - flustered!peter parker does some lab flirting with reader

dad!peter + pregnant!reader

unplanned  [ part ii ] - reader gets pregnant... breaks up with peter to avoid it all

burrito wraps - reader worries that baby parker might be cold

a name to remember - latine!reader & peter give their girl a special name

you’re magic - a certain wall crawler hears two heartbeats

sgt. bucky barnes

first cuddles - bucky asks to cuddle for the first time

harry holland

golden light, the love of my life - the boys tease harry —on a live video— for being whipped

it won’t f^cking open - harry lends a helping hand

how much i - those three magical words are exchanged for the first time

cuddly koala moments - time the reader just needed harry’s warmth

anything for hands - the reader cuts harry’s hair on instagram live

your other best friend - the reader is sam’s new friend, but harry thinks they like tom instead

you’re my anchor - harry has an anxiety attack, but the reader knows what to do

what’s his [ pt ii ] - when everything thinks the reader should date tom instead, harry snaps

whipped fries - harry brags about the reader winning the pub quiz for them

tell me, show me - the reader makes harry flustered by playing w/the strings from his sweatpants

keep your cool - tom setting u up with his brother // nikki being wary

ag!reader

you’re such a dream to me — ag!reader writes r.e.m. about harry

harry styles

intoxicating - soft bubbles baths with long haired!harry 

frayed braids - reader braids long haired!harry’s hair

others:

harrison osterfield

not anymore - when harrison comes back from filming, he’s determed to win the reader’s heart

irreversible - when relationships fall apart, people fall apart. (infidelity)

circles before yourselves - rule #1  - harrison x osterfield!reader (sister) when brothers talk, bad things begin

think of her - harrison asks your family for their blessing [holland!sister]

steve harrington

together not never - steve discovers the reader is pregnant

[mlm-mod-taka]

Hello I can have Byakuya who meets the parents of his gn reader and is surprised at their similarity to the parents of the reader. Mom looks like Byakuya in appearance and behavior, and the reader is like his father, who is a very calm, gentle person.

YOU BOTH BEING LIKE YOUR PARENTS • byakuya x gn reader

i really do hope that i got this request right, please dm me if i misread anything! my exams and projects are finally done, which means that i will officially be posting more again! i hope this was worth the wait, thank you all for being so patient with me!

tws/cws: mentions of arguing, but in a playful context.

|| -> mod taka <3

he's heard stories of your mom, most probably. the man probably made the connection that he was similar to her when you told him more tales about her doing many things that seemed understandable or relatable in byakuya's eyes.

even if you didn't say anything about your mother to him, he would instantly make a connection that he looked like her. when you show him a photo of her, he instantly notices that he looks like her other child. you two could be mistaken for siblings if you had a stronger resemblance to her in appearance.

however, instead, you look exactly like your dad. thats the second thing he notices, an older version of you right at the side of your mother, holding you in his arms with a calm but happy smile on his face. he's sure that if you brought your dad in for fathers day, everyone else in the class would think he was your older brother instead.

it really did surprise you at first, but once you got used to it, you found the humor in it. your boyfriend looks and acts exactly like your mom, while you have been told by many other people that you are the splitting image of your father. what a small world, huh?

the only downside is that now you sometimes mistake byakuya for your mom. insert a flashback scene to that one night where you asked why your mom knew where byakuya lived, all while you were getting some milk at 4am and then it turned out to be your beloved boyfriend. you only really noticed the difference because he turned around and spoke to you.

its even more confusing and entertaining when he first met your parents. your dad accidentally hugged byakuya from behind multiple times because he couldn't tell the difference at first. it was really funny to see the puzzled look on his face when his "wife" sounded different while they were talking to him.

the dinner that you two had with your parents was also very amusing. your mom and byakuya switching rapidly between agreeing with each other and being on each others throats, only being held back by the urge to be polite since they were just meeting, while you and your dad sort of just sighed together? absolutely hilarious.

"history repeats itself." your father says this alot whenever his wife and your boyfriend were too distracted to be listening by arguing over topics. you realize that he's right, actually. you two being a couple that acts exactly like your parents? sounds like destiny really took their sweet time with your love life story.

by the time the dinner ends, your mom has a positive opinion on your partner. she admires him because he reminds her of a younger version of herself, and approves of his love for you. of course, no one will truly be good enough for her child, but if they can settle with someone like byakuya, then so can she.

your dad is always happy, and this includes your relationship with him. he thinks its sweet, seeing the modern equivalent of him and the woman of his dreams. it makes him feel weirdly nostalgic, as well as joyful. he'll never forget what his relationship with your mother was like at first, and he hopes that you will experience the same bubbly feeling.

everything ends in great terms! byakuya enjoys the company of your parents, your guardians approve of him being your s/o, so everything ends very nicely. you guys now regularly have a game night every week, in which you and your dad look in horror as byakuya and your mother get more and more competitive. its bizzare, but thats why you love it so much. you wouldn't have it any other way.

[meat--grindr]

Ohh your writing is wonderful... I’ve actually never requested before so I hope get this right but: could I request Billy Lenz x Gender Neutral Reader (AFAB if it’s brought up) with Billy sucking on his partner’s fingers and discovering they are really, /really/ into it but also super embarrassed about it? Bastard-ness ensues. Hope this request is ok!

Okay? This is waaay more than okay! I’ve been so excited about this prompt since I received it! I’m so sorry for not getting to it earlier. I hope like six months later is better than never though! I’m also super excited to be your first request! I hope this lives up to your expectations, whatever they may have been!

Just a few general warnings beforehand: Billy is really rough with the reader he uses some extremely degrading language as per the canon (I’ve excluded the term ‘piggy,’ though, because I am NOT A FAN™ of that aspect of his dirty talk.) I want to specifically call to attention the liberal use of the terms ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt.’ The reader is never gendered with personal pronouns, but those words are used in reference to them and their anatomy several times. I am of the opinion that Mr. Lenz would use those terms regardless of what hole he’s using, but if they make you uncomfortable, maybe give this one a miss? Furthermore, I would like to mention that Billy is not a mentally well man (obviously) who has had a rather traumatic past with abuse, both of these are discussed within this fic, so please take care of yourselves and read this work responsibly if you want to read it at all. I don’t want anyone to be hurt by my writing because I didn’t warn them properly.

Also, this is my first time writing for Billy, so please forgive me if it takes a little while for me to get completely used to him. He’s a…unique fella, let’s say.

Editing Ripper’s Note: I was just about to post this when I realized I completely misread the prompt! I read it as the reader is really into sucking on Billy’s fingers, not the other way ‘round! I’ve been looking at this prompt, literally since December and still never caught on. I feel like a total idiot. I’m really sorry about that. I’ve decided to post this anyway because A) the kink is still there in the fic, just not exactly as requested, and B) I had already finished it by the time I noticed my mistake. So much time has passed and if the original requester is still keeping tabs on this blog, I don’t want to make them wait any longer. That being said, if you’d like me to write your request properly, please send me a message and I will do my best!

Mind Your Teeth – Billy Lenz (Gender Neutral* Reader) - NSFW

· Slick with sweat, your chest slides against the surface of your desk with each cruel snap of Billy’s hips. You can feel the laboured heaving of his chest against your back as he struggles for breath. It leaves his lips in ragged, staggering puffs, heavy and hot against your shoulder blade, accompanied every so often by the slick warmth of his saliva as it drips down onto your bare skin.

· Despite his gawky build, he manages to loom over you, folding you nearly in half against the desk. He’s made himself rather comfortable, sprawled over top of you. His chest presses against your back, boney ribs grinding against the knobs of your spine through the stiff, itchy fibers of his jumper. It’s sticking to your skin, soaked through in spots with sweat—yours and his—and you can feel it peeling up from your flesh with every movement he makes.

· He’s got you pinned, holding you down against the smooth wooden surface with little more than his weight. He’s surprisingly heavy, and though he doesn’t look it, Billy is a strong man—he’s more than capable both of lifting you off of the floor and pinning you down to it. He’s strong and his hands are by no means an exception to that rule. Though they may be long and thin, and they tremble whenever they hold you, his grip is nearly unbreakable. His clumsy fingers circle your wrists like iron fetters, dirty fingernails digging into the flesh of your forearms and cutting little crescents into the skin—just deep enough to sting. You can barely move beneath him—can barely breathe—and he knows this. He has you exactly where he wants you and you’re not going anywhere until he decides to let you.

· Another bruising thrust pitches you forward, and your knees bang against the desk drawers. You cry out, though whether it was for the dull ache in your legs or the sudden stab of pleasure between them, even you couldn’t say for certain. Though if there is any concern at all in Billy for your wellbeing, he’s certainly keeping it to himself. Your outburst only seems to egg him on, as his pace begins to take on a more frantic edge.

· His thrusts are shallow as he rocks into you—it’s as though he can’t bare to withdraw from the tight heat of your body for long. Dimly, through the fog of pleasure, you struggle to feel surprised. It’s all about instant gratification with Billy. Always has been—why should he tease himself or draw things out when he could just pry open your willing mouth and drag his cock against your tongue until he cums down your throat? Still, there is a force behind those thrusts—one which throws you up against the lip of the desk hard enough that you’re sure there will be a solid line of bruising along your midsection before the night is through. Every push of those hips shoves you forward a little more, until your head is nearly knocking against the wall and your toes barely touch the ground.

· Your cheek slides against a slick patch of wood and you realize you’ve been drooling across the desktop. The little puddle at the corner of your lips only grows in size as a particularly deep thrust from Billy wrings another string of wrecked whimpers from your throat. You wish you could pull away from the puddle—longing to drag the back of your hand across your cheek and wipe away the slickness, but there’s little you can do about it with Billy still holding your arms hostage. But at the same time, something about it thrills you—to be ruined like this—held still, unable to so anything but whimper, and drool, and take what you’re given. It’s…liberating.

· “C’mon, little bitch! Take my fat cock! You can t-t-take it better than that! Take it! Take-Take-Take it good for B-B-Billy!” He babbles into your shoulder, chapped lips scraping against your shoulder as he mouths at your flushed skin. His tongue flickers out, dragging a wet stripe against your skin, scorching hot, then suddenly too cool as it begins to dry in the open air.

· “Such a pretty pusssssy,” He slurs, “Pretty, pretty pusssssy. Gonna fill it up—gonna fill it with my fat ffffffucking cock!”

· You feel him jerk behind you, his muscles going taught as a violent spasm rolls through his body. When he speaks again, the voice that comes is not his own—it’s deeper, rumbling down in his chest, belonging to a man much larger than he, “Why I outta beat that boy! Beat him up good! Beat Billy bad! Beat him good! Beat him up, up, up!”

· His hips still and your heart leaps up into your throat, your pulse pounding hard in the tight space. This can’t be good. You squirm beneath him, trying and failing to turn your head. Your eyes roll wild in their sockets, desperate to get a good look at Billy, but he remains a shadow at the edge of your vision. You remember this voice. He had so many it was difficult to keep track of them sometimes—he’d mimic almost anything he heard; the children from down the road calling to one another while they played, the weatherman making predictions on the radio, even the neighbour’s cat. It was easy to forget which voices and phrases came from where once he’d picked them up and used them enough. But this is one that predates you, and you recognize it with a chilling clarity—the father’s voice: always angry, often violent.

· It frightens you when Billy uses it, though not because of the threat Billy poses to you. Of course, you know to tread carefully when he's in one of his moods—you’ve seen first hand the destruction wrought when his directionless frustration is given direction. But, you know this voice is a far more likely indicator that Billy is an imminent threat to himself. You’ve seen him pacing the floor like a caged animal, trembling hands beating about his head, tearing at his clothes and hair as he works through the frenzy, all the while babbling to himself in that deep, rumbling voice: “Rotten boy! Teach you a fucking lesson! Beat Billy! Bad Billy! Bad, Bad, Bad!” He's blackened his eyes, split his lips and knuckles, shattered countless plates and cut his hands on the shards. He loses himself in that voice, and that scares you.

· ‘Losing himself,’ that’s what you’ve come to call these episodes—those moments when his excitement and boundless energy curdle, souring into anxiety and agitation so quickly it makes you head spin. And in this moment, he’s displaying all the tell-tale sighs you’ve come to recognize—the full-body tremors, the angry voices, self-directed violence—mere threats or otherwise…

· No, this is not good. Of course, this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him do this, and you’re sure it would not be the last, but he’s never done it while you were…playing before. And that worries you. You’re both vulnerable, half-undressed and bent over a desk. Even worse, he was behind you. You’d learned very quickly never to let him out of your sight when he got like this. He was unpredictable—prone to lashing out whether he meant to or not. But he wasn’t beyond helping. If you could just turn your head and look at him—make him see you, help him to ground himself like you practiced, you might be able to talk him down, or at least ease him through the worst of it. Maybe. If you could only get a look at him.

· You flounder for your voice and struggle to keep it steady once you find it, “Hey, B-Billy? Billy, baby, you’re okay, right?” It’s an innocent question you usually begin with when he gets like this. Sometimes he’s too worked up to even begin to answer you, sometimes he tries so damn hard to answer, but can’t—not in a way you could really understand anyhow—and sometimes you can talk it through with him. Every time you try, the reaction is different. You can only cross your fingers and pray for a positive outcome.

· This time, he coughs. It’s a horrible, a horrible, racking sound that echoes in his chest—it’s almost closer to a scream than anything else. Another spasm jitters through him, the joint in his neck snapping loud in the darkness. You feel his forehead collide with your shoulder once, twice, then he stills. His flesh is clammy against yours, and the gentle brush of his hair makes your skin prickle, but he seems calmer. He barks a laugh—his own this time—and nuzzles against your back, smearing your skin with sweat and saliva. “Fuck!” He says, as though that explains everything.

· “Billy? Are you…alright?”

· He chirps like bird, three short bursts of whistling he’d picked up last spring when a robin mad made a nest on your windowsill, “Right as rain, rain, rain!”

· You’re left with a heady rush of confusion and relief as you realize he must have pulled himself out of the hole he’d almost fallen into. A little flicker of pride sparks to life in your chest. He’s come so far.

· Your concern melts away once again into pleasure as Billy jerks his hips. Keening high in the back of his throat, he fucks himself deeper into you. He drags his cock out slow, sounding for all the world as though he’d forgotten just how good it felt to fuck you—as though he hadn’t been doing just that not sixty seconds ago. He scrapes his teeth against your shoulder, the promise of a bite that will surely come and mark you for days. His fingers flex around your wrists, blunt nails biting deeper into your flesh as he falls back into that brutal rhythm.

· Your legs begin to shake as Billy’s cock bumps up against something a bit more sensitive inside of you. Your breath fogs against the surface of the desk as it heaves from your lungs, a thin mist that barely has the time to fade before the next heavy puff of air replaces it. You find yourself struggling to swallow the moans Billy’s working so hard to pull from you. You know how much he likes to hear you—how wild it makes him—and you know there’s no real need to be quiet, not with the dorm cleared out for the long weekend. Still, something—be it a force of habit from living in close quarters with thin walls, or simply your own embarrassment—keeps you quiet.

· “Fiiiilthy whore!” A growl, caught low in his throat, tears through the air between you, “Pretty pussy! Want it full! My cock, my cum…gonna fill it full!” Never at a loss for a string of vulgarities, Billy mumbles against your skin, his words slurring into one another until you can barely decipher one though from the other.

· “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” Billy jerks his hips forward, and for the first time this evening, you feel the full length of his cock stretching you out. You jerk beneath him, mewling into the desktop, squirming about as you try desperately to relax around him. You’re so full—so full you can barely breathe, but it feels so good. Your muscles contract around him, unbidden, throbbing with the sudden stretch. It makes him shudder and sigh above you, a wavering rush of air than hisses out between his teeth.

· He holds you there for a moment, trembling almost as much as you are, “Tight fffucking cunt, so fucking tiiight for Billy!” His hips stutter forward in time with his ragged breathing. Desperately, he tries to fuck himself deeper into you, even though he can’t—he’s already buried to the hilt, his hips tucked snugly against your ass. But he gives it the old college try anyhow. He begins to babble nonsensically against your neck, “Ruin it, ruin it! Never take another cock! Full, full, full! I left it in the kitchen, Jan! Not after Billy’s! A low pressure system moving in and—fuck you full, fuck you full, full, full!”

· The tops of his thighs quiver as he grinds into you, and as he shifts, the head of his cock presses against something. For a moment, your vision goes white. Your legs seem to fall away beneath you, your knees drifting south as the pleasure carries away their ability to hold you upright any longer. If it weren’t for the desk, you probably would have slid down into a boneless heap on the floor.

· You gasp, mouth gaping wide, pulling in a great, deep lungful of air. To call his name? To beg him for more? To put wordless voice to your pleasure? You aren’t sure. There is little room in your brain for thought beyond the need for more. Mercifully, Billy saves you from the struggle before you can waste too much energy on it.

· Almost as soon as he realizes your mouth is open, Billy shoves his fingers into your mouth. Two boney digits slide against your tongue, pressing and prodding against the slick muscle. The taste of dust and salt floods your mouth with the intrusion. You wrinkle your nose, and try to pull your head back, but Billy leans down into you, pressing you down further beneath his weight, grinding your ribs into the desktop.

· “No, no, no,” He chides, voice soft and light—almost cheerful. He spreads his fingers apart, rubbing over the hard bumps of your bottom teeth with a tenderness you rarely see in him. “Gotta make room,” His voice rumbles through you as he presses his lips against your flesh, “Gotta stretch it out for Billy, or he won’t fit!”

· He nuzzles his cheek against your shoulder, still rocking his hips into you, pressing against that spot that makes your brain fill with television static, “Billy’s gonna fuck your throat once he’s filled that pretty pussy!”

· Your lips are pulled taught as his fingers press against the walls of your mouth, testing its limits. “Soft and warm! Wanna fuck it! Fuck it deep!”

· His hips buck hard, shoving you another inch toward the wall. You can feel yourself drooling around his fingers—your saliva dripping down your chin in great rivulets and collecting beneath your cheek.

· His knuckles bump against the roof of your mouth as the pads of his fingers find the back of your tongue. You gag around them, struggling to breathe, but Billy just laughs and presses down harder.

· “Again,” His voice comes out in a ragged puff of breath, half-whisper, half-growl, rough as rock salt, “Pussy gets tight when it chokes.”

· You try to suck in a shocked breath, but you can’t manage it around his fingers. Your throat convulses around him as you struggle to breathe.

· You feel his cock pulse inside of you and he groans his pleasure long and low into the darkness, “Yesssss!”

· He rocks into you again, “No one fucks like Billy, huh?” He pulls back, his cock nearly slipping from your body entirely, then he slams his hips home again, “No one fucks you full like Billy can! No one! No one! No one!” The phrase becomes a litany, each sentence punctuated with a bruising snap of his hips. “Know why?” He drags his teeth along the edge of your shoulder blade, “Know why?” You can hear the grin in his voice, wide and sharp, “‘Cuz Billy fills you up from both ends!”

· You sob around Billy’s fingers, your eyes rolling back as he pushes them deeper into your mouth. If he keeps on like this, it won’t be long before you fall apart around him—you want to cum so desperately, you can hardly keep another thought in your brain. Your muscles clench up around him and he laughs, giggling to himself as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. He can feel how close you are.

· His tongue slides against the side of your face, leaving a thick, wet stripe across your cheekbone. His lips scratch rough against your jaw, “Pretty pussy’s gonna cum? Gonna cum all over Billy’s fat fucking cock? Yeah?” His simpering tone makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but you nod. Another peal of sick laughter bubbles up in his throat, “You’re gonna cum and Billy’s not even trying! So dirty, dirty, dirty!”

· You whine around his fingers as he babbles on, “Billy could fuck you harder, but he doesn’t need to! Stupid, greedy pussy, silly fucking cunt can cum like this!” His teeth sink into your shoulder and the rest of his diatribe is lost to you. Even so, he continues to mumble filth against the skin caught between his teeth.

· The bite stings, bright and sharp, and you sob around him, clenching your jaw, your teeth digging into his fingers. Billy releases you with a hiss, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. You think for a moment you might have hurt him, but in mere seconds, he’s giggling to himself again. “Sharp, sharp teeth! No good. No, no good. Not for Billy’s cock. Gotta tear them out, make room for Billy!”

· Though you know the threat is mostly empty, the way Billy caresses your molars with the pad of his finger makes you a little nervous. You’re sure if he could get a good grip, he could easily ‘make room,’ and there was probably not much you could do to stop him. But he pulls his fingers back, retreating from the crushing press of your back teeth.

· He presses down against your tongue again, rubbing against the slick muscle fondly. “Need to practice! Greedy cunt needs to learn! Learn to suck Billy’s fat cock properly.” He snaps his hips, as though trying to remind you just how fat it really was—as though there was any change you could forget while it was rearranging your guts for you. “Gonna teach you to take it good!”

· Your eyes roll back at the thought. You can picture yourself kneeling under the desk, Billy draped over the chair, wild hair falling over his eyes as you try to take him all the way down to the base. He’d fuck your throat until your vision goes black, his fingers tangled deep in your hair, nails digging into your scalp. Your own fingers slide desperately between your thighs, chasing your release as he chases his own and god what you wouldn’t give to make the fantasy real—to feel the length of him in your mouth, the rough denim of his pants beneath your hands, the jerk and sting against your scalp as he tugs on your hair. Your cheeks hollow around Billy’s fingers, a pretty whine sitting high in the back of your throat.

· And Billy stops—stops moving, stops talking. He hovers above you, silent and still as a statue, barely breathing. A terrible moment of clarity washes over you and the embarrassment comes rolling in. There you were, still stretched out on Billy’s cock, barely moments away from an orgasm and you were already thinking about another? Were you really that desperate? Your cheeks burn hot against the cool wood of the desktop. Shame licks at the pit of your stomach—it wasn’t unlink Billy to think this way, he was always seeking the next shot of pleasure, but it wasn’t like you. As though it wasn’t bad enough to catch yourself thinking that way…for someone else to do it? It was mortifying…and maybe a little exciting too.

· Your stomach flips as Billy shifts behind you, the burgeoning stubble on his jaw scraping across your sensitive skin. Then you feel it, a smile spreading across his face—it’s a grin you’ve come to know well, all teeth and wide enough to make his jaw pop. Even without looking at him, you know you’re fucked.

· All at once, he lurches to life again, fucking his fingers hard into your mouth, in tandem with the harsh thrusts of his hips. A filthy string of gibberish falls from his lips as he pounds into you, “Greedy! Greedy cunt! Want it in your mouth too? Filthy, greedy fucking whore!”

· You whine, and choke, and sob around Billy’s fingers. Your face is wet with sweat, with spit, with tears, you can’t tell and at this point, you’re far beyond the point of caring. The world has narrowed to a single point between your legs as you teeter on the knife’s edge of your release. You rock your hips back against Billy, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more. You’re so, so close, and Billy can feel it too—the way you tighten around him spurring his pace from wild to frantic.

· His voice is broken, his words panted out between jagged breaths and garbled moans, “Gonna be good for Billy? Gonna cum?” His face is buried in the crook of your neck. He giggles against your flesh as he splits you open, slamming into you like it’s the last fuck he’ll ever have. “C’mon, take what Billy gives you! Take it, take it, t—ta—fuuuck!”

· Your hips stutter as your orgasm throbs through you. You scream around his fingers as you cum, your muscles clamping down around Billy so hard he almost has to stop moving, rolling his hips forward quick and shallow. His howl is lost in the sound of blood rushing in your ears, but you can feel it vibrating through his chest, and down into your back. Your fingers scrabble at the wood beneath you, desperate for something to latch onto—to keep you grounded here as the pleasure threatens to carry you away.

· You sob and slump limp against the desk, letting it bear the brunt of your weight. There’s just no strength left in your body anymore. Your hands and feet tingle with the lingering aftershocks of the adrenaline as you begin to come down from your high, and your breath comes hard, as though you’ve run a great distance. Billy’s hips continue to snap against yours, brutal and quick. You sob into his fingers, the as the relentless pleasure sparks through you, nearly painful to your sparking nerves.

· Slowly, as your ears stop ringing, you realize Billy is still talking, babbling away in several voices. “Like your pussy tight like this. Wanna fuck you full while you cum again and again and again and I told you, Jan, I left it in the kitchen! Make you soaked, keep you soaking wet, make you fucking cry! Where is that cat? Where’s that cat? Where’s the…WHERE’S THE BABY, BILLY?! AGNES? WHERE’S AGNES, BILLY?! Beat that kid! Teach him a lesson! BEAT HIM UP GOOD!”

· His left hand shoots up from your arm and wraps around your throat, fingers flexing around your windpipe, not quite squeezing, yet, but the pressure is far from comfortable.

· “T-T-Teach rotten old Billy a lesson.” A spike of fear shoots through you and you choke around his fingers. This seems to bring his mind back, at least in part, to the present, or at least confuse him enough to serve as a distraction—he makes a noise caught between two voices. The fear that courses through you lends new strength to your limbs as you reach up and claw at his fingers.

· As you attempt to pry him lose, his grip only tightens, fingers locking around your windpipe, “Teach that boy a FUCKING lesson!” The knobby joints of his fingers press hard against the pulse in your throat and you’re sure he can feel it hammering beneath your skin. He’s losing himself again, you’re sure.

· But again, this time was different. He hadn’t stopped fucking his cock into you like he had before, and he’d wavered for a moment, when you’d choked on him. There might be something else you could do to help him. Desperate to keep him here with you in the present moment, you flex your tongue against his fingers. His hips stutter and your heart skips a beat in turn. “Filthy fucking c-c-cunt…”

· You bob your head, hollowing your cheeks around his fingers again. C’mon, Billy!

· “F-Fuck!” It’s not quite his voice, but it’s close, perhaps a little higher, a little more strained than usual, but it’s close. “Where’s the baby, Billy? Where’s the…c-c-cat gone to now?” His fingers begin to relax around your throat, but you keep sucking on his fingers, wanting to make sure you’re well and truly out of the woods before you even think about stopping. If this is going to work, you’re going to make damn sure of it.

· “Fucking greedy little cunt!” You could have cried with relief at the sound of his voice—his real voice. You hum around his fingers, and he laughs, the sound low and rumbly, “Still so fucking eager.” His hips buck forward, pressing deep inside of you. It’s still too much, too soon, and you sob with the overstimulation. The sudden spike of pleasure punches the air from your lungs and shakes your legs from underneath you.

· Billy groans as you pulse around him. “You want Billy to cum? Wand Billy to fucking fill you?” You nod frantically, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he grinds into that spot, filling your vision with white hot splotches of light.

· “Suck his cock, then,” he says, shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth again. He spreads them wide, nearly matching the girth of his cock where it fucks you open. Billy jitters behind you, chasing his release with quick, cruel thrusts. Impatient as always, he pushes digs his nail into the wall of your cheek, “Fucking suck Billy’s cock!”

· You jerk into motion as though startled from a deep sleep, pressing your head down against his fingers to take them as deep as you could. Your tongue laves against the digits, prodding gently against his scarred knuckles, playing in the space between them.

· Billy throws his head back, moaning to the ceiling long and loud, “Yessss! Good little pet! Pretty, pretty pet! His fingers stroke your throat as though he’s petting a cat, feeling it work up and down as you swallow around him. “Gooood pet! Suck Billy’s cock! Suck his cock! Su—NO!”

· Suddenly, he stops, his fingers stilling. For a moment, you think you’ve done something wrong. Had your teeth caught against him? Had you hurt him? Should you pull back and ask, or carry on? Before you can make a decision one way or another, Billy thrusts his fingers back into your throat, pressing them in as deep as he could. His knuckles bump against your back molars as you gag around him, trying desperately to breathe through your nose.

· “Lick Billy’s cunt,” For a moment, you’re still, confusion slicing through the pleasure. Billy tries to press his hand forward, his fingertips brushing against the back of your throat, “Lick it! Lick Billy’s cunt! Lick it! Lick it! Tongue his fffffucking clit!” You think about it for a moment, your exhausted, lust-fogged brain struggling to put two and two together, and then suddenly you think you understand. As gingerly as you can, while Billy continues to rock you forward over the desk, you press your tongue against the soft spot between his knuckles.

· This must have been what he’d wanted because the sound he makes is like nothing you’ve ever heard before—a wail caught somewhere between human and animal. You’ve never heard a human sound like that before. Like so many things about Billy, it’s frightening, and yet it fascinates you, attracts you, arouses you. You press your tongue harder against that spot, and the frantic rocking of his hips picks up again—but this time there’s no rhythm to it. He’s close.

· “Fucking lick Billy’s clit, make him cum! Make him cum in your pretty pussy!” You lap at his flesh with quick, deliberate swipes of your tongue. He howls against your flesh, his forehead thudding against your shoulder heavy and hard. “Fuck, f-f-f-fuck, make Billy fucking cum! Billy’s gonna, he’s-he’s-he’s gonna—!”

· In the moment before he cums everything is calm. He stills, and his voice is soft and steady in your ear; “I’m going to ruin you.”

· Then the world falls back into chaos.

· His whole body shudders above you, a bag of jangling bones he couldn’t keep control of if his life had depended on it. His teeth fix themselves deep into your shoulder, slotting into the indentations they’d left not long before. You cry out around his fingers, sure he’s drawn blood this time. You can see it when you close your eyes, visions of thick red blood splattered against his dark incisors floating against the dark inside of your eyelids.

· He shudders, momentarily stilling, then kicking back into motion, seemingly unable to deicide if he’d rather pound you through his orgasm or remain still, buried to the hilt in your tight heat. You feel the heat of him inside of you pulsing against your walls as he cums. His cheek is pressed tight against your shoulder gibbering a collection nonsensical sounds and snatches of obscenities into your flesh, “Pretty pink cunt! ah, ahhhh, fuuh—fuuuh—fuck! Dripping now! Where did you leave it? Left it fucking dripping!"

· You’re sore beyond belief from the pounding you’ve taken, but there’s still a throbbing want underneath. He’d dragged you most of the way to a second orgasm, now all you needed was a little push. Before you were completely at is mercy, able only to receive the pleasure he decided to give you. But now, your hands were free and with them you could do as you pleased. You wriggle beneath him, slipping your hands down between your thighs.

· Your fingers find their prize, and you sob, your whole body jerking forward. Even though you’d cum mere moments ago, you can’t believe how sensitive you are. You’re on the verge of orgasm almost immediately. You press harder the slide of your fingers aided both Billy’s cum and your own. You shudder, whimpering around his fingers. Your muscles clamp down on him once again, throbbing and pulsing as your orgasm builds.

· He hooks his finger inside of your cheek and pulls, “Wanna cum again. Wanna cum in your mouth,” He pulls harder exposing the sides of your teeth, “Billy wants to feel them! Feel them on his cock! Sharp and hard.” He laughs, “But Billy likes it hard.” The harsh snap of his hips that follows has you seeing spots. He opens his mouth as though to gloat, as you clench around him, he loses his words. Whimpering, soft and broken sounds against your neck, he grinds into you.

· Seconds later, you clamp down around him, a second orgasm shooting through you. The sound he makes as you cum on his oversensitive cock is nothing short of feral. He bucks wildly into you, seeking more of a pleasure that sounds almost painful as he sobs into your shoulder. His cock pulses inside of you again, throbbing as he fucks his cum deeper inside of you, as though intent on giving you more.

· And you’re sure he would. Or he would have, if you hadn’t reached back and pushed against his shoulder. He was insatiable—he’d keep going for hours unless you stop him now.

· He pulls his fingers out first, a pearly string of saliva connecting your lips to his fingertips. You cough, scratchy and wet, but when you speak, there’s no pain. “I…I just need a little break, Bills. Okay?” Your chest is heaving as you struggle for air. Billy hums above you, hesitating for a moment. He’s reluctant to give up the tight heat of your body. But at last, after nearly a full minute of grumbling and mumbling to himself, he pulls out.

· There's a sticky gush of fluids against your thigh as his cum beings to leak out of you. You rest there for a moment, the pair of you breathing hard in the darkness, the comfortable weight of his body pressing down above you, the solid plane of the desktop below. Then all of a sudden, you’re being lifted up. You squeal in shock as your flipped about and placed atop the desk. The surface is still cool against your heated flesh. The difference in temperature is a shock to your system and goosebumps break out across your arms and legs.

· Before you have a moment to process what’s happening, Billy’s head is between your thighs, his tongue lapping at mess he’d made. Your eyes go wide, and you head knocks against a wall as it falls back, “Fuuuuck, Billy!” Your hips cant up against his face, thighs squeezing tight around his ears.

· “Pretty pussy came twice already,” You can feel him smirking against your inner thigh. “Still wants more? Greedy, greedy, greedy.” You catch a glimpse of his eyes, wide and wild, shining in the darkness beneath is tangled hair, “It’s okay, Billy likes you greedy.”

[avocadoflavoredimagines]

Rantaro, Shuichi and Kaito with a s/o that can see ghosts? They’re just completely chill about it. So what would their reaction be if their s/o saw somebody important to the boys and they just don’t know it’s a ghost until they mention they can’t see them

Example:S/O sees one of Rantaro’s sisters

EDIT: just realized I misread Kaito as Kokichi for some reason ;~; I’m really sorry, I’ll be posting an extra imagine with this prompt for Kaito soon to make up for it. Sorry again! I am dumb

Ooh, this is actually a really cool idea! Thank you for the request anon, I wasn’t really sure how to incorporate the last part of the request since it would only really make sense with Rantaro, so I just did it for him and did regular headcanons for everyone else. Hope that’s ok!

-Mod Rantaro

Rantaro, Shuichi and Kokichi with an S/O who can see ghosts!

Rantaro

CW: Angst

- “Rantaro… do you have a sister?”

- He completely freezes at those words.

- …How did you know about them?

- His alarms immediately go off, and you can’t blame him for being a bit shaken up about it. It was a wild speculation, but if you were right, it must be a touchy subject. You’d been seeing a girl that looked eerily like Rantaro hanging around him ever since you’d met, and you couldn’t keep it to yourself for much longer. Your curiosity just got the better of you.

- He just responds with a simple “Why do you ask?” trying his best to hide his distress. It’s easy for you to see through his facade, though.

- You explain your ability to him, as well as the girl you’d been seeing near him for the past few weeks, and he wouldn’t have believed you if you hadn’t perfectly described what one of his sisters looked like. He immediately knew which one you were talking about, and his features darkened, eyes staring blankly at nothing in particular.

- …

- “So, she’s dead.” You know he’s trying his best to keep up his cool persona, but you can hear the subtle crack in his voice when he says it “Haha, guess I should’ve known. It was wishful thinking to assume she was just alive and well somewhere else.”

- He manages to get out a small chuckle before the impact of the sentence really seems to hit him. The pain in his eyes in that moment was something you wished you didn’t have to ever see.

- You begin to wonder if telling him was the right idea, but at that point, there really wasn’t anything you could do.

- You two just stand in silence for a while, as you watch the ghost girl cling to his side, looking just as upset as he does.

- “I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have told you.” You say, breaking the thick silence if only for a moment. He says nothing.

- “I don’t know how she died, but… if it means anything, she’s been staying at your side this whole time. Almost like she’s watching over you.” You pause for another moment before continuing.

- “She must really love you.”

- Words seem to escape him at that. It was something he already knew, but it was… reassuring to hear. He gave you a small smile in return.

- “Thank you.”

- He closes his eyes and tilts his head towards the sky, closing his eyes taking a deep breath.

- It was closure for at least one of them. Maybe not the closure he wanted, and there were still 11 more he needed to find, but he at least knew what happened to one.

- That didn’t make it hurt any less.

Shuichi

- This boy is absolutely intrigued by your abilities. Like, completely enthralled.

- He’d never been a believer of the supernatural (after all, as a detective, he’d been taught to only look at the facts and not “make believe”), but hearing you mention it as a one off conversation topic completely threw him for a loop.

- Were you joking? Would you even joke about something like that? He had no idea what to even think, and with your serious expression still staring blankly at him, his confusion only grew.

- With a lot of explaining and a few tests to show him your ability first hand, the initial confusion fades, almost immediately replaced with intrigue.

- What were the limits of your ability? How had you gotten it? Could you communicate with them directly? The detective part of his brain was switched on, and he just wanted to know more.

- The fact that you’d kept it hidden for so long wasn’t a surprise to him, it definitely wasn’t a normal thing for someone to be able to do, but that just directly contradicted how nonchalantly you’d brought it up to him. He had no idea how you can be so casual about something so amazing!

- He tries not to be annoying when it comes to studying you since he doesn’t want to be overbearing. He just can’t help himself. Needless to say, he just now thinks you’re even more amazing than before (which is incredible since he already thought you were incredible before, though it would be hard for him to admit it without turning into a blushing and stuttering mess)

Kokichi

- Literally just thinks you’re trying to prank him at first

- “Haha, nice one Y/N! What, next are you going to tell me you can talk to them too?”

- …

- Cue awkward silence

- When he finds out you’re actually telling the truth, he’s immediately curious, but unlike Shuichi, does not hold back in his pestering. Believe me when I say he will be as annoying as possible the next few days after he finds out.

- Constant questions about everything to do with your ability, and not even standard questions. He’ll constantly be asking weird stuff like whether or not the ghosts have clothes or if they’ll try and bite your toes when you sleep or something completely random like that. This little shit becomes absolutely insufferable

- You consider getting one of the ghosts nearby to try and spook him as revenge, but you realize he’d probably just think it was more funny than scary, so you just had to take matters into your own hands. An affectionate flick to the forehead would be enough to shut him up for at least a little while

- Completely ignoring him is the second (and last) tactic you use to get him off your back, which seems to be the most effective. After just a day he’s practically begging you for even the smallest bit of attention, of course being as dramatic and childish as possible to up the guilt factor on your part. In the end, promising he’ll stop pestering you is an easy trade for your attention, though of course the topic still comes up every once in a while.

- He really can be a handful sometimes.

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#5

Hi! I wanted to request for a hangman fic based on that Tiktok where the girl texts her bf asking where he is because somebody just sent her pics of him getting into some girl’s car and after a little banter, he asks for the pic and it’s a picture of a cockroach getting into a toy car 🤣

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CiYL43Dv719/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

This was fun! I got none of the other writing done tonight that I wanted to! But I did this and it made me laugh so that's cool!

harmless fun

jake seresin x reader; 395 words; no warnings; written on mobile so be kind to me, pls. ❤

Truth be told, you knew you were needlessly testing the bounds of your boyfriend's love, all for a tiktok. But it would be fun... right?

I can't believe you would do this to me, Jake.

Babe I told you I'd be home when the game is over. Not ditching you

Not that. You know what you did.

What did I do???

You set your phone down, mostly because the fit of giggles you'd devolved into made it harder and harder to hold it and sit upright. You wondered for a moment how long you'd be able to sustain the joke, but thought it best to enjoy the moment. Jake Seresin was many things, but foremost he was actually a great and loyal partner — which only made this whole ordeal funnier. He was an attractive man, and he knew it, so that sometimes was... misread by strangers. Hell, it had taken 3 progressively more dramatic attempts for him to get your attention — and keep it long enough to ask you out on a date. And now look at you: all starry-eyed and wearing the man's old t-shirt while you did dishes in what was technically his house. You'd just moved in a good awhile ago.

And then you realized, in your efforts to be a good housemate and not leave your dirty dishes in the sink for your partner to come home to, you'd totally left him hanging in the middle of a joke that wouldn't seem like a joke if you forgot the punchline.

Hello??

Babe?

Missed call Jake

Can you at least tell me what I did

Missed FaceTime call Jake

Please

Fine!

He'd left you the perfect opening to claim you were waiting it out, but he'd replied in seconds anyway. Just a simple ok. You knew he was growing anxious, and you'd need to wrap this up soon. Poor guy. You could practically see his knee bouncing.

One of my friends just sent me a picture of you getting into a car with another girl!

???

I'm literally sitting here watching the game with Javy. Last I checked, he's not a girl

And then: Send me the picture. Let me see. Please

You were giggling again by the time you hit send on the picture you'd stolen from a quick Google search. Seconds later, your boyfriend replied:

I'm on my way home.

And you just knew he was already planning his revenge.

215 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#4

idle time

a/n: this was supposed to be short, but here we are. thank you @luminousnotmatter​ for the sweet request!! <;3 warnings: 18+ for blink and you’ll miss it innuendo, anxiety mention, angst, a bit of fluff, a bit of slice of life / domesticity  word count: 965 summary: Bradley has a problem with down time, and you’re determined to help him relax. pairing: bradley bradshaw x f!reader

A rare rainstorm had rolled through Southern California, and the smell of it had settled into the air around the small home you shared with Bradley. You inhaled contentedly in front of the open window in your kitchen, and allowed a smile to ease onto your features. This ‘between deployment’ time was your favorite. The sight of your softly snoring husband curled up beside you, always touching you in some way even while he slept, never failed to soften your heart. It had taken a few weeks at home for his nightmares to lessen, but you knew as soon as he had healed his heart against what he'd put it through, it would be time to reopen those old wounds once more. Maybe less so now, as a TOPGUN instructor, but you weren't convinced he wouldn't find reason to get back in the air on a more regular basis. Still, there was no one else you’d rather help put back together, if it came down to it.

Today, though, today was quiet. After he’d coaxed you out of bed early with a stack of his famous blueberry pancakes, your husband had busied himself with running errands. You knew that he hated idle time and what it did to him, so you let him run himself almost ragged on his days at home, as much as he let you waste away on yours. No matter what Bradley got up to on any given day, he always found time to unwind with you. What was better than that?

You’d finally got the kitchen back into its usual clean state after this morning’s breakfast resulted in more than pancakes being on offer. The rhythmic hum of the dishwasher caused a slight smile to ease onto your features as you wandered toward where your Switch was docked in your living room, then cradling your favorite silly hobby in your palms as you headed outside to where your porch swing sat currently unused. Bradley had installed it not long after you moved in for your ‘future kids.’ The mention made you blush. But right now, it was all yours.

Eyes barely open, you were in the middle of contemplating a nap when you heard the tell-tale sound of Bradley closing the door to his Bronco. You weren’t sure how long you’d been curled up there on the porch swing; the allure of Disney Dreamlight Valley was never one you could resist. You called out a ‘back here!’ and realized you were shouting — the rain had gotten heavier. Idly, you wondered if that was what had your husband returning home. Though, when he rounded the corner of your home and came into view, you could instantly see the scowl of a bad mood planted firmly on his face. You sat up, placing your Switch on the small side table at your left. He didn’t say anything, just wordlessly, sullenly, planted himself beside you. You inhaled a breath to ask what was up, but he shook his head. A beat passed. Then another, and then another. It took another full moment before you raised your hands, palms smoothing over his back, the planes of hard muscle tense beneath his wet t-shirt. You applied a bit more pressure as you continued, and felt his posture lose its rigidity, slowly but surely. Then, you slid your arms around his shoulders, and rested your cheek against his shoulder blade.

Still, you didn’t pry. 

Instead, you gently pulled your husband to lay back with you, then coaxed him into laying his head against your chest. The man was 6’2,” and completely enamored with being held, cradled by you, just like this. As your fingers carded through his curls, you began to hum a faint melody. You were halfway through the song when he began to speak.

“The pantry and the fridge are fully stocked.”

“Okay,” you said slowly.

“And there’s nothing wrong with the Bronco.”

“That’s great, babe.”

“I worked out this morning.”

“Yes, I saw you leave.” 

“And I still have so much…”

“Time?” you finally dared to insert an opinion of your own. Never wanting to overstep, but rather provide space for your partner to open up as he wanted — like a flower, opening and closing of its own accord. You only ever wanted to tend to him, never smother.

But then, he affirmed your suspicion with a soft, huffed: “Yes.”

“Bradley,” you said quietly, “you are allowed to relax, you do know that, right?”

“No, I know—”

“See, I don’t think you do.” He grunted in protest, though he quieted as your fingers massaged into his scalp once more. “I know you hate idle time, and the anxiety that settles into you when you feel like you have nothing to do, but I promise you it’s okay.” 

“You’re safe, baby,” you continued, leaning down to press kisses into the soft bed of curls at the top of his head. His arms came up and around you as much as they could on your small porch swing, then tightened. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He wasn’t parroting the words back. Even without looking at your husband, you could tell he was sincere; he meant it with every solid, square inch of him. This beautiful anxiety-ridden man loved you with all he had. And you loved him all the same. 

One of your hands left its post in his hair and drifted toward his back, where your palm once again moved in slow circles. He didn’t say anything more, and neither did you. Even as the sky began to darken and the rain teetered off to a sprinkle. 

Bradley exhaled out a little sigh, and you thought he was preparing to speak again, but instead, you were comforted by the sound of his soft snores. 

277 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

#3

me: aw he's just a sweet lil guy the guy in question:

287 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

#2

more than this

a/n: HI. Me again! After talking with @rosiahills22, I simply HAD to give this idea a whirl. I hope y’all enjoy! Reader’s callsign is Van Gogh (to be explained) and I don’t use Y/N. :) special thanks to @bradshawsbitch​ for the encouragement. :’)

warnings: so much mutual pining, dash of angst toward the end. Generally, all my posts are 18+ because I don’t want minors interacting with my page! Probably naval inaccuracies.

word count: 3975

summary: You and Jake have been best friends for years now… Why mess with a good thing?

pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader, Jake Seresin x Aviator!Reader — callsign: Van Gogh

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1,236 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

worth it 

a/n: yet again this was supposed to be short but sierra cannot shut up!! <3 thanks anon for this sweet request! i’ll get back to work on my 7 wips now. 🫣 warnings: 18+ for mild coarse language and some shameless thirsting. domestic!hangman is my fave. just super fluffy. word count: 1275 summary: Jake is far more attentive than you previously gave him credit for, but it sparks a big revelation.  pairing: jake seresin x reader

It was rare to come home and not see your boyfriend already there, watching whatever film he was obsessed with this week, especially when he was on leave. You’d never complain, though it was comical to see him in your space. His muscular frame made your furniture look like it belonged in a dollhouse, sometimes. So, today, you were a little sullen to come home and not find him stretched out on your gray sofa, one arm curled behind his head — putting that delicious bicep on display — and one leg hanging off the arm of the couch. 

Though before you could allow your mild and unreasonable disappointment to settle in, your phone rang, your favorite coworker's name flashing across the screen. 

“Hey, you know I'm not currently being paid to talk to you right now, right?” The teasing lilt to your voice was unmistakable. 

“She quit!” Your coworker barked in response, before you could get another word in edgewise.

“What do you mean she quit?”

You put the phone on speaker, then set it down onto your kitchen counter, while you headed toward the fridge to retrieve a bottle of water. 

“She marched into the office, handed over an envelope, then walked back to her desk. She’d already packed everything up, so she just grabbed a box and rolled.”

“What?” Your voice had jumped an octave. You stilled, standing at your kitchen island with your hands against the countertop. 

It was at just that moment, your front door opened, and Jake appeared in the doorway, arms full of grocery bags. You waved, then held a finger to your lips and pointed to your phone. He nodded and mouthed an ‘okay’ as he came nearer. Then, your coworker launched into the story, as well as her theories surrounding the resignation of the third assistant editor at the magazine you worked for. You let her go on, muttering a comment or two of your own when you could, for so long that Jake had replaced your bottle of water with a glass of wine. It had taken you a moment to recognize that it was your favorite brand, but last you checked, you’d ran out last week and had forgotten about buying a new bottle. You were definitely listening to your coworker, but your eyes followed Jake around the kitchen, while he busied himself with getting a start on dinner. 

At the next lull in the conversation, you cut in, “Darlin’, I gotta go. Jake’s here.” This earned you a particularly salacious sounding oooh. “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure you’re bright and early, so we can have front row seats to the mess.” 

When you hung up the phone, you inhaled to speak, but Jake beat you to it, still facing the stove. 

“That bitch Debbie strikes again. I’m telling you, somebody needs to put her in her place. I think it should be you, by the way, I’m just saying.”

Blinking slowly, you wordlessly stared at your boyfriend’s back. Your silence prompted him to turn around, fingers still curled around the handle of the pot he was currently sauteing asparagus in. “What?” He glanced down at himself, then a knowing look crossed his features. With a free hand he gestured toward his body, and the black hoodie he currently wore. “I know, I stole the Navy hoodie back, but it’s really comfortable. I promise I will wash it and return it to your closet where it belongs.”

“Not that, you doofus,” you snorted, closing the small space between you to hop up on the counter beside where he was cooking. You practically had stars in your eyes. “You remembered my boss’ name?”

A look of bewilderment creased your boyfriend’s brows as his gaze settled on you. “Obviously?”

And there you were again, blinking like a fuckin’ owl because what was your life right now? Your perfect boyfriend with his perfect, gorgeous smile, in your tiny kitchen, cooking you dinner and remembering the small details of your life. And, sure, the bar was in hell, but to say your past partners were less than ideal was an incredibly generous statement. 

“I can’t believe you remembered that,” you finally admitted, tone noncommittal. 

“What do you mean?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“I mean, I haven’t always received that level of effort before.”

His lips slipped into a frown for a moment, just long enough for you to catch it. “It’s you,” he said softly. “You’re worth it. You’re worth every level of effort. Every level? Any amount? However you say that properly. You’re worth it.” He paused then to point an accusatory finger in your direction. “Don’t make fun of me, English Major.”

He shot you a grin, but the tips of his ears were bright red — a telltale sign of embarrassment. Jake hated when he rambled on, but you loved it. Especially when he wasn’t cognizant of his accent, and it poured out over his words like molasses.

“So, anyway,” he continued, now returning his full attention to the stove. “Enough about Deb. Hate her. How’s Kelly and the baby? Did she and Jason like the gift you got them? I feel like babies can never have enough onesies.”

“We got them,” you corrected, gently nudging Jake’s arm with your own. After all, he had helped you select a gift for one of the other editorial assistants without having ever met the woman or her partner. No, in fact, most of your coworkers only existed as characters in stories to him, but he was fascinated by every little detail you told him. Moreover, as you discovered tonight, he’d retained every detail you’d told him, committed them to memory. Despite the busy, intricate details of his own job, he remembered all of these silly little things about the staff for the magazine you worked for. 

You watched with amusement as a blush colored the blond’s cheeks, though he nodded before parroting back a short ‘we.’ Your eyes continued to study him as he prepared your shared meal, watched the way his eyes lit up when he found you looking at him, the way he babbled on about his cooking technique. 

You were desperately, unshakably in love with this man. And if you were unsure before, you knew it now. And it didn’t matter that sometimes he was worlds away, didn’t matter that you wouldn’t always be in the same time zone, or that sometimes you’d have to fall asleep without the warmth of his embrace. No, this man, and the love he inspired in you, was worth it.

“Did you hear what I said?” he interrupted your reverie, eyes narrowed in playful irritation. 

“I’m in love with you, Jake Seresin.” 

And you weren’t nervous. You knew this man loved you, too, all the same. Because he came home to you and bought your favorite wine and listened to your ranting. Still, your heart was eased when a look of pure adoration crossed his features when he looked at you. He reached a hand out to turn off the fire on the stove, then came to stand between your parted thighs. 

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