#on my appearance holy shit I just want to feel neutral about my body

[wiser-girl]

My mother seriously just took the muffin I was given at a bakery today bc we were there when they were closing so they gave it to me for free and says she’s giving it to our neighbour bc I’m so fat I clearly don’t need it I’m fucking LIVID

[ur-urmom]

Okay, I have a pretty cute request! (I’m not 100% sure if this is where I submit it since I’ve never done this but if it’s not then oh well)

Jacob Black x Reader (either fem or gender neutral)

Imaging Jacob being overly emotional one day for whatever reason and the reader has to comfort him, literally just the fluffiest thing ever! Reassurance, cuddles and pure adorable-ness

Thanks :)

super cute!!! i apologize for getting this out so late, hopefully you like it!

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Open Arms - Jacob Black x Reader

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Genre - fluffy cute adorable-ness!

Warnings - other than cussing, none

Summary - Y/N wasn’t really expecting any visitors on their day off, but when Jacob randomly shows up at their door they know something has to be on his mind.

The morning was chilly and damp, the perfect weather for staying inside curled up in a blanket and watching comfort shows with a cup of whatever hot beverage was preferred.

Personally, I was drinking hot apple cider and paying attention to a true crime documentary.

“How in the ever living hell could someone do that to another human being. That beats all I’ve ever seen, I swear.” I said to myself as I took a sip of the sweet liquid, feeling the warmth travel down my throat.

I love my days off. I love rainy days, and I love sunny days, really any day is a good day when there’s no work involved.

Of course I have friends to hang out with when I’m off, however I’m pretty content keeping myself company too. Maybe I’ll call Alice and Bella later to see if they want to do something, like a girls night out. You can never go wrong with a girls night out.

And if Alice is with Jasper, and Bella is with Edward (which will be most likely), I’ll just call Jacob. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. My boyfriend is practically one of the girls. I’ll just have a girls night with him… as a back up to the actual girls night I’m planning in my head.

I guess people would just call that a date though, wouldn’t they.

Tuning back into the documentary on the television, I took another sip of my cider. I put my feet up on the coffee table in front of me, the bottom of my pajama pants slighting hanging down right above my ankles.

By now, the weather outside was getting a little rough. Thunder would rumble and lightning would strike in sync with the revelations or the part of the show where the murders were being described on the screen. I grimaced at one of the real photos that popped up right as a loud boom sounded from the sky.

“Gross.” I muttered.

I took the last swig of my drink and set the empty cup down on the coaster beside my feet. I grabbed the blanket next to me on the couch and covered myself for extra warmth.

… and comfort from the paranoia of the murders I’m currently hearing about.

Although the heavy rain mixed in with true crime made it unsettling, the atmosphere was kind of relaxing at the same time. Dim lights, candles going, the pitter patter of the droplets, thunder, a full tummy from a warm drink, and the oddly soothing voice of the old man telling the heinous acts committed made my eyes flutter open and closed. I pulled the blanket higher over my face, just enough to where it hid my lips. My head gently fell to the side, my eyes still on the television trying my best to keep my attention. It was easier said than done, because soon my lids stayed shut and I started tuning out the words that were spoken. Steady breathing was the only thing I could really hear, at least it was the only thing that I chose to listen to.

Until a deafening BOOM! jolted my body awake once more. No way was I tired now.

“Holy!— shit… that sounded close.” My heart was racing at the crack of the thunder that just made its appearance, slowing down when I realized it was just that.

Thunder.

Nothing else.

I made a conscious decision to browse more shows, preferably something light and funny considering what just happened. Obviously it was nothing, but I’m getting myself a bit worked up and I don’t want to instigate it further.

“Ooo!” I finally found the old school Scooby Doo and turned that on instead. “This’ll be nice.” I smiled to myself. It was also something I could accidentally fall asleep to without getting scared shitless being abruptly woken up.

I was deep into the episode playing when I heard a knock on the door. I slightly turned my head in confusion, I wasn’t expecting anyone today and hardly anyone came unannounced. Flash images of the true crime documentary made their way to my mind as I slowly got up. All of my curtains were closed, and I didn’t really feel like looking behind them for fear of a face planted directly in front of mine with only glass separating us.

Walking towards the door, I picked up the scissors on the coffee table I had left there the night before.

Whoever was out there wasn’t happy with my pace, because another round of knocks came pounding, this time a bit louder.

“Dammit.” I whispered, just a few steps away from the handle now. The scissors were close to my chest as I put my palm around the knob after unlocking it. I took a deep breath, starting to slowly turn the knob now. I cracked the door open, expecting to either see nothing, or to see come crazy psycho with an axe getting ready to chop me into pieces for fun.

But I immediately relaxed when I saw the familiar black hair and those big brown doe eyes I’ve come to admire so much. Opening the door all the way now, I was met face to face with Jacob.

“Hey…” He breathed.

“How anticlimactic.” I accidentally slipped out.

“…..What?” His confused expression replacing the gentle one that was just there.

“Oh um… what are you doing here?” I ignored his words. “Not that you’re not welcome! You just… usually call beforehand.” I sensed how my question could be taken the wrong way. “Are you okay? Goodness, your soaking wet. Did you not bring an umbrella? Shit, Jacob, come in.” I stepped to the side to get out of his way.

He walked in and I closed the door behind him.

“Why do you have scissors?” He asked.

Turning around and facing his back, I placed my hands on his shoulders and started to help him take his dripping coat off. “Why not?” I replied, tossing it on the floor, making a mental note to wash it later. “But answer me, are you okay?” I repeated myself from a minute earlier, looking at him.

“I um, I don’t know.” He replied. “I don’t know.”

“Okay.” I nodded, concern written on my features. “Okay, that’s okay.” I took both of his hands in mine and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, they were wet from some of the rain outside that rested on them, and everywhere else on his body. I started rubbing the back of his palms with the front of mine vigorously in a stupid attempt to warm him up, almost as if I was trying to roll a ball of dough in my hands. “Aw, love, you’re so cold.” I muttered, my brows furrowed in concentration.

I heard him let out a deep chuckle. When I looked at him he was already gazing at me. I gave him a reassuring smile.

“Here, go take a hot shower.” I stopped to go grab him a towel and rag. “I washed your clothes from last time you stayed over, you can change into those!” I raised my voice a bit so he’d hear me as I gathered all of his things and put them in the bathroom.

It wasn’t long before he was beside me, already starting to strip down. I scooted past him to go ahead and start the hot water. When I got the shower temp just right, I turned back to Jacob. His shirt was off and he was working towards his shorts.

“Maybe while you’re in there you can think about what’s wrong? We can talk about it after you get out, yeah?” I put a hand on his cheek, which he leaned into.

“Yeah, that sounds good baby.”

“Good.” I started to walk away, but not before I gave him a little kiss on his other cheek. “I’ll be in the kitchen, or the living room.” I shut the bathroom door as I exited.

I figured that while I waited for him to get out, I would fix a little something to eat. Breakfast, or brunch, I didn’t really know what time it was and I don’t feel like checking.

Bacon, eggs, and jelly toast. All classics, and all delicious.

I was just about done with everything when I heard the shower turn off. The only thing left I had to do was jelly my toast. I left Jacob’s untouched in case he didn’t want any on his.

And speaking of him, a few minutes later he walked into the kitchen as I was fixing the plates.

“Hey! I made some food. I don’t know if you’ve had anything this morning, but I haven’t, so if you don’t eat it I will.” I let him know that it was okay to decline my offer of a mouth watering meal.

“You think I’m gonna pass up on a good breakfast made by the love of my life? I don’t think so.” Jacob scoffed and took his plate.

I beamed at the title he had given me and followed him to the table with my own food. I thought it’d be nice to just eat and talk about lighter things, rather than what’s on his mind right now, that’ll be for after.

“Thank gosh you took a shower, you smelled like a dirty, wet dog.” I joked, taking a bite of bacon.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He playfully rolled his eyes in response.

“No, really! I could practically smell you from all the way inside. I thought there was a stray on my front porch.”

“M’kay, so you were getting ready to stab what you thought was a stray dog that wandered onto your porch?”

“Huh?” I genuinely was lost after he said that.

“The scissors.” He continued.

“Ohhhhhhh.”

“Ohhh..” He mimicked me.

“Pffft, no. I was getting ready to do arts and crafts with said stray dog.”

“Mhm, sure.”

We looked at each other before breaking out into laughs and grins.

“Shut up, Jacob.” The smile still on my face as I softly pushed his shoulder with mine. I got up and took my plate to the sink. He did the same. I grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and handed one to him, then started walking to the couch in the living room. We sat next to one another, and I took his arm in mine and put my head on his shoulder.

“Do you wanna watch anything?” I eyed the tv, absentmindedly watching whatever had come on after Scooby Doo. When I didn’t get a response, I sat up straight so I could look at him. Once again, he was already staring at me.

“…No.”

“Hey…” I started, remembering why he was here in the first place, “what’s on your mind?”

I stumbled to reach the remote on the table and turned off the television, the screen going black with just the rain and distant thunder for background noise.

“Lovely, talk to me.” I ran a hand through his hair, hoping to make him more comfortable.

“I don’t know, Y/N. It’s stupid.”

“Don’t say that.” I spoke. “Whatever it is, you have every right to feel the way you do, your feelings are valid.”

I started to readjust. I put my legs up on the coffee table like I had them earlier and then patted my lap with a small flick of my head to gesture to Jacob to lay down. He didn’t even hesitate.

Looking down at him, I had one hand on his upper jaw and the other one continued to play with his hair.

“I’m just…. I’ve been thinking a lot.”

“Oh lord.” I added, trying to make him laugh. It worked.

“And I’m just worried, I guess. About the future, and what’s gonna happen. What I have to do.”

“Oh baby. You don’t need to worry about things that haven’t even happened yet, especially things that won’t even happen for a long time.”

“I know,” he kissed my hand, “I can’t help it.”

“Look, I have no doubt that I’ll be there in the future right beside you. Helping you figure out whatever it is that needs figuring out. We’re a team. Your problems, your worries, your desires… are mine too. You’re not alone.”

I looked at him. Really looked at him. I needed him to understand what I had just said.

“I love you.” He stated. “So much.”

“I love you.” I smiled sweetly at him. “I’m here, if you really want to go into depth about what exactly it is with the future you’re worried about.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I know… but right now I think I might fall asleep.” He flipped over on his side in my lap. “You’re just too comfortable.”

I giggled. “Oh really?”

“Mhm.”

I squealed when all of the sudden his lips met my stomach as he blew air on my skin, doing what people call a raspberry.

“Jacob!!” I laughed, lightly slapping at his side. “Stop!”

He did, placing a gentle kiss on the spot he just attacked instead.

I kept rubbing his head, alternating between running my fingers through his hair and softly tracing shapes on his face. I did this until I heard the low sound of steady breathing.

Not only his, but mine as the two of us had fallen asleep, dreaming of nothing but each other.

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this isn’t proofread, so I’m sorry for any typos! it also might be shorter than my others so I do apologize! thank you for reading :) <3

[jhnshi]

Hello ! Hihi! I hope you're doing well, I wanted to request, how would characters of your choice react to Gn Reader being insecure? Body, voice, whatever you prefer. Don't rush yourself, have a great day !! ^^

you are perfect.

★. — insecure reader and their boyfriend.

johnny & kuai liang. gender neutral reader.

a/n: i had to take several pauses for writing these two guys cuz holy crap, even my own heart tugged a bit. warning for a bit of cussing for jc :3 no angst, just some emotional stuff with cute endings!

you were already used to being spoiled rotten by your boyfriend, johnny cage. the glamourous actor, now turned earthrealm champion & movie director. it’s a customary that every time before he comes home to rest, he would take a moment to himself to purchase you a gift at any local shop. his favorite item to gift you was clothing in particular.

johnny was invited to an extravagant party from a hollywood colleague, and he immediately made you his plus one.

after getting dressed the fancy outfit that your boyfriend paid for you to be clothed in, you stood straight in front of the full-body mirror. you gazed at the details of your outfit first, giving yourself a grin. the more you analyzed yourself, the further your mind would slowly warp. you began to glare at your reflection. something felt… off. was it the ridiculously expensive attire that johnny splurged on for you? was it the way your hair was stylized? or was it… how your body appeared?

johnny barges into your room, interrupting the consumption of your own dark thoughts. he had his head down, buttoning his suit jacket together whilst treading towards you. “hey babe, are you finished yet? the limo is about to ab-“

he finally picks his head up and awes at you. he has never beamed so hard in his life before, ‘til this very moment. “y/n, wow. you are just the most beautiful person i have ever seen. holy shit… wow. this is just- oh my god…” johnny couldn’t crack his smile, not even one bit. he slowly paced over to you and stopped to study your figure even further.

he wanted to pull you into him, but you took a step back. you wish to endure this delightful moment with your boyfriend, but the void in your mind began to take control. “johnny… i don’t feel too good.” you croaked finally, looking away from his face. you had your crossed arms tucked into your chest, squeezing yourself. you can feel the tears about to burst the more you gave into your despair.

johnny blinked away from his adoration as soon as he saw you weep. he immediately grabbed you into his arms to a warm embrace. wrapping his palm on the back of your head and the other on your back, he rocks you back and forth as he coos. “hey hey hey, what’s wrong? y/n… what’s wrong sweetheart?”

“i don’t feel good, i don’t look good…” you wailed. “i feel ridiculous, okay? you keep on spending all of this money on me so i can dress up, but i hate it. i hate how my body looks, johnny. so so fucking much. i hate my arms, my legs, the way my face looks… everything. i hate it all.”

johnny just kept on massaging your scalp, holding you up as you bawl onto his chest. he finally pulled you away to look at your face. your poor weary face. “y/n.” his voice was now stern.

he took a breath and cleared his throat before continuing. “y/n, my one and only. my little diamond. do you know why i asked you out? it is because i have been completely in love with you since day one. every morning, my first thought is of you. every night, i go to sleep thinking of you. i go into debt from spoiling you because i just adore seeing you dress up, even if it’s for a stupid party.” he brushes your hair out of your wet face to get a better look, then takes your chin with his hand. you stare into his eyes, taking in every word he had to say to you.

“i know i can’t change your mind in just one night, but please trust me when i say this. you are the most gorgeous, the most stunning person i have ever lied my eyes on. you are perfect just the way you are. i love you, y/n. don’t you ever forget that.” johnny pulls you into a kiss, cupping both of your cheek. he finally breaks the embrace after a few solemn moments to look at you once more.

“how about this, y/n. we will just not go to this party. we can stay in for tonight, just you & me. we can watch one of my ol’ movies together if you want.” you giggled at his offer and nodded. “i like that idea.” johnny drags you into a hug again, nuzzling against your neck. “i love you sooo much, y/n. no matter how you feel, remember that i will always be here to remind you how beautiful you are.”

you were fiddling the food on your plate with your chopsticks, staring off into space. everyone crowding you on the table were too invested into their own conversations, that you slowly became a wallflower from your silence. the chats, the laughter; it all was just white noise to you.

kuai liang & you were invited to a small dinner at madam bo’s restaurant, accompanied by tomas and the other earthrealm champions. when the two of you arrived at the place, you were excited at first. but now, something was on your mind.

kuai liang didn’t take long to notice your disposition. he turns his head towards you. “y/n, are you alright?” you didn’t give an answer, so he repeated his question. “y/n, please. are you okay, dear?”

you nodded sluggishly, continuing to mess with the chopsticks in your hand. kuai liang sighed, and immediately grabbed onto your arm. “excuse us for a moment.” he announced to the others whilst dragging you away from the scene.

“hey, hey! kuai liang!” you yelped, trying to get away from his grip. he wasn’t being forcefully harsh with you, but his strength was controlled enough to carry your weight. the two of you stopped in a dark hallway across from the restaurant building. it was private enough, kuai liang thought to himself.

“kuai liang, what’s wrong with you?!” you cried. he let go of your arm to look at you in the eye. the height difference was impeccable, since now he was towering over you.

“i can ask you the same question. i demand an answer from you, y/n.” you gulped from how tense your boyfriend was now. you can also see flames in his eyes bursting from such emotion at that very moment.

“i just…” you sighed. “i just… feel off, okay? i-i feel weird because of how i look. you’re bringing me to meet with your friends, which is great, but i can’t help but feel left out.” you clenched your fist. “kuai liang, i don’t have any super abilities. nor do i go onto these adventures to save all kinds of realms. but you and your friends do, it’s all you ever talk about! …i am just so lost onto why you’re dating me- i don’t have anything special going on unlike you!”

you wrapped up your speech as soon as you saw kuai liang’s eyes soften. he reached out to hold your tense hand, and intertwined your fingers together.

“i understand y/n.” he tucked your hair back into your ear with his free hand. “i am sorry you feel this way, my love. i never knew how self-conscious you are now, which i deeply apologize. i regret not taking into consideration onto your well-being, i was ignorant.” he took ahold your waist to pull you closer to him. “i love you so deeply, y/n. you may not wield any sovereignty, but you are still very much special to me. my heart burns when i see you. i took you to this dinner with me because you are a special treasure of mine. if anything, i wanted you to be here so i can boast & showcase about how much of a beautiful person i am with.”

kuai liang finally pressed his lips against yours, holding you up. you can feel your feet lift from the floor as he carries you away. he caressed the back side of your neck, not wanting to pull away.

it was you that ended the enclosure, glancing at your boyfriend. he was just filled with love and joy, giving you the widest grin. “i love you, y/n. i love you forever.” he kisses you again, but now sets you down back to the ground.

he let go from your face and cupped your cheeks. “how about we head home together? we will rejoice the night in a better light. wouldn’t you enjoy that instead, my blossom? i can carry you back if you would so like to.”

[divinegrey]

val ladies of your choice reacting to fem reader who gets an ace?

ooo fun prompt!! sure can do!!!

ACED / FADE, JETT, KILLJOY, NEON, REYNA, SAGE, SKYE, VIPER X F!READER

words: warnings: mentions of blood and death, general game-related violence

FADE

The last bullet fires from the chamber of your gun, slamming into the head of the poor mirror Omen who didn’t even have time to turn and realize he’d been flanked and outnumbered. 

There’s blood on your face and sand in uncomfortable places, but you did it— the mission was complete and the threat currently neutralized. 

Coming around the corner with her Vandal in hand is your girlfriend, Fade, a look of shock and awe on her face. 

“Oye, holy shit! You aced!” 

Fade collides into you, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck. Though her words are excited, you feel the fear radiating off of her when you wince, holding your hand to your side (the enemy Raze had gotten lucky, but not lucky enough during your skirmish with her). 

“Couldn’t have done it without you and your haunt,” you say, tucking your head into the crook of her neck. The smell of her clothes is comforting. “God, sand is so itchy.” 

“Tell me about it,” Fade says, pulling away but keeping her arm around you for support as you move to regroup with the others. Under her breath, just enough for you to hear, Fade whispers, “I’m relieved that you’re okay, sevgilim.” 

“I will be once Skye patches this hole in my torso,” you joke, prompting Fade to roll her eyes. Fade kisses you, and if it placates her worries, you’re all too happy to let her. 

JETT

“Aye, good fucking job! Couldn’t leave any for me, could you?” Jett dashes into your line of sight, with windswept hair and a beyond proud look in her eyes. You let out a sigh of relief, lowering your gun. 

You aced. You couldn’t believe it, but with the right amount of luck and placement, you had killed all five of the mirror agents attempting to steal your radianite, but not without some damage. 

“I can’t let you have all the fun around here,” you reply, watching Jett twirl one of her knives in the air before catching it in her hand. “Besides, I think I get to do whatever I want with you now, right?” 

At the reminder of the bet you had made with her, Jett’s face turns a rosy pink. Easy to spot with the color of her hair being as bright as it is, and you simply grin at the flustered appearance of your girlfriend. 

The duelist comes over and punches your shoulder with a grumpy expression that you know is one hundred percent fake. You sling your gun over your shoulder before scooping up your girlfriend in a fireman’s carry, prompting her to attempt to wiggle free. 

It’s fruitless— you carry Jett back to the Vulture, laughing as she shouts at you the entire time to put her down. When you do put her into a seat, she kicks you in the shin. You go down onto the ground, and the amount of laughing is worth the motherly side-eye that Sage gives you as she gets on the Vulture after you. 

KILLJOY

“How the fuck did I just do that?” The question to yourself hangs in the air as you step over the mass of bodies left in the wake. Maybe an Odin was a good idea after all. 

Skidding into view is Killjoy, sprinting to your side. She grabs onto your shoulders, then shakes you rapidly until your brain is feeling thoroughly jiggled. 

“An ace! You got an ace, mein gott!” Killjoy’s excitement is through the roof. “I got footage from my turret! The way you just went in guns blazing and it worked! You did it!” 

Her smile is infectious, and you find yourself grinning at your girlfriend as she, through the eyes of her turret, executes everything you did play-by-play, complete with mimed gestures and sound effects that has you smiling from ear to ear as you walk back to the Vulture. 

Killjoy has always been nothing but supportive of you, especially when it comes to fighting. You always stress about being a good fragger for the team, but moments like these remind you that you have a place in the Protocol for a reason. You’re a good agent, and a great one at that, with the way Killjoy is regaling your epic moment on the battlefield. 

You glance at her on the Vulture, perhaps for a few seconds too long, because Killjoy stops talking and gives you a curious look. 

You shrug. “Just lookin’ at my beautiful girlfriend.” 

Killjoy’s cheeks turn red, and she promptly elbows you in the stomach. 

Leave it to her to turn the focus back to you. You love her anyway. 

NEON

“Hoy!” Neon races into your field of view, just in time to catch you before you fall backward. Defending an entire site by yourself was not easy whatsoever, but the gunfire has stopped, so you won, right?

“Jesus, that hurts,” you say, leaning against your girlfriend’s shoulder. “Are they all dead?” 

“Are they all—” Neon laughs. “You killed all of them, mahal! You aced! I couldn’t even get here in time!” 

At Neon’s words, you glance over and register that there are five bodies on the ground in the tunnel where you had used your abilities to catch them off guard. You shot your entire clip’s worth of bullets into them, but you hadn’t realized it was all of them there. 

“Oh, shit,” you say, a woozy step to the side paired with a laugh. “I did that?” 

Neon grabs your face, pinching your cheeks. Static dances up her fingers and tingles erupt on your skin. “You did that! I was all prepared to defend B site all with Viper, scary lady, but you were over here and did it all by yourself!”

Neon lays a kiss onto your cheek, prompting you to laugh at the affection showered by your girlfriend. Always your number one supporter, especially in times like these. You’re not at all used to being a top fragger. That’s Neon’s job. 

But, it does feel rewarding to have Neon all over you on the way back to base, holding you tightly the entire time and repeating phrases of happiness and pride. 

REYNA

Upon scoring an ace on a mission, Reyna does nothing but congratulate you with a click of her tongue and a “Good work.” 

Fairly typical for her, really. 

But, back at base, you find yourself being cornered when the Empress slides into your quarters, her skin translucent and her eyes bright with what you’d call desire mixed with a little bit of danger. Reyna comes back into full form, the light of her tattoo shining on the walls of your space. 

“How rude of you, cariño, to take all of my food away from me,” Reyna says, and for a moment you think she’s referencing the dinner you just ate, but it clicks. The ace. 

“I can’t let you get all the glory all the time, Reyna,” you say with a nervous laugh, backing up until you hit your dresser. Reyna stalks, locking you in with her hands at your sides. 

“The least you could do is share a taste, mi corazón.” Reyna grips your jaw, grinning, the points of her fangs exposed to the light. You’re reminded of how terrifying your girlfriend can be, but the thrill that rushes up your spine causes a tingle low in your stomach. 

“Is this my reward?” You ask, feeling her lips ghost over yours. 

“No. It’s mine.” Reyna replies, before yanking your head to the side and sinking her teeth into your jugular. 

You grip onto her shoulders, gasping before melting into her grip. 

Maybe you deserved it a little bit, but honestly? You’re enjoying yourself!

SAGE

You pull your head up just in time to watch your compatriots rush to your side. Your gun sits in your lap and you smile. 

“I got them,” you say, your voice hardly above a whisper as you gesture to the dead agents at the other side of the field. “Ow.” 

“Look at me.” The reassuring voice of Sage, your girlfriend, prompts you to meet her gaze. Turning your head, you smile at her, resting your head on the hand she places upon your cheek. 

“I got them,” you repeat, and Sage nods, pride twinkling in her eyes. 

“You got an ace, my love. I’m so very proud of you,” Sage says, her other hand summoning a healing orb. She presses it into your skin— at the cold sensation, you wince, gritting your teeth together, until the iciness fades and gives way to the pleasant tingle of your body stitching itself back together. 

Sage focuses, eyes shut, until you feel the worst of your injuries have faded away into nothingness. With that, you’re able to stand up with her help. Sage holds you tightly with her hug, and you sink into her grasp. 

“You scared me,” Sage whispers. “I didn’t hear from you after the gunfire was done.” 

“Sorry,” you mutter in reply. “My ears were ringing.” 

Sage pulls away, cupping your face. “No need. I am simply glad you are okay.”

With a soft kiss, you feel rejuvenated. You’re grinning from ear to ear as Sage walks with you back to the Vulture. 

SKYE

You’re hounded by a dog and a bird when you finally shake off the battle adrenaline. 

“Hey! Ow! Your talons hurt!” You say, swatting the bird away while simultaneously dancing around a very excited dog. He wags his tail at you, barking while dropping into a playful pose. “Skye, your dog is attacking me!” 

“Oh, calm down, lass! He’s just happy!” Skye says as she walks over, brushing her hair out of her way. Then, she stretches her fingers. “Aced that one, did ya?” 

“I did?” You look at your kill counter— 5 kills. “Huh, I did. I did!” 

At your realization, the dog barks again, running around you in circles, then between your legs. You lean down, scratching behind the ears until the dog lets out a full body shake. Skye does a shake too, as if you were scratching an itch on her back. 

“Holy shit, I can’t believe it. Thanks for flashing them, babe,” you say, resting your elbow on her shoulder. 

“Please, you had that in the bag,” Skye says, ruffling your hair before pecking you on the cheek. “Now, are ya hurt? I’ve spent enough time hearing Chamber groan about a papercut today to shove some cotton in his mouth.” 

“I’m okay,” you reply, and Skye’s vibrant eyes shine with pride. She wraps you up in a tight hug, scattering kisses on your face until you’re giddy and laughing. Then, without complaint, she carries you back to the Vulture, claiming you’ve done all the work, time to rest!

The rest of the day is spent snuggling with Skye and her dog, feeling the joy of a well-earned victory. 

VIPER

The scientist holds her cool when you walk over, some blood smudged on your face with a lazy grin. 

“Did you hear?” You ask. “I aced.” 

Tilting her head to the side, Viper replies, “I did. Phoenix hasn’t shut up about it.” 

Shrugging, you walk around Viper, hands on your hips. “I believe I recall you saying something about my performance earlier. Care to remind me?” 

Viper exhales through your nostrils. “I said your performance was… adequate.” 

“You said it was dogshit, babe, come on,” you retort, dropping your voice to a low whisper so no one else overhears. 

Viper did say that— a method of encouragement, one that worked fairly well if your shining track record has anything to say about it. Round after round, you pushed through the pain and sweat to prove yourself and your worth to your girlfriend. Of course, Viper never means to make you feel less worthy, but she knows how you like to be incentivized. 

Viper steps closer, pulling her mask down and leaning to your ear. “And as I said earlier, you’ll be aptly rewarded for your work today.” 

You brighten instantly at her words, unable to hold back the ridiculous smile on your face. Nothing else goes said, as the others arrive, but Viper sends you another look, one full of promises. Your mind flashes to distinct sounds of pleasure, and a shiver rolls down your spine. 

You can’t wait to see what Viper has in store for you. After all, you did ace. You’re a little deserving of Viper’s attention and a reward, right? 

(You spend the rest of the night under her fingers once you get back to base. Worth it!)

~~~~~ A/N: thank you for reading!!

[glossyfairytears]

holy fuck. can i just say how much i loved your obey me amongus piece? THERE'S JUST SOMETHING, SOMETHING I CAN'T WORD OUT, THAT I LOVE ABT IT SO MUCH

Among us, round 2

Brothers + datables

Gender neutral

Warnings: Cursing, “death” of other characters

A/N: Thank you! It’s one of my favorites to write so far.

Pt. 1

“Alright, let’s go again”, and with that Levi changes a few settings and slams the button before anyone can argue.

Imposter. Holy shit, you have permission to go wild. You’re fairly certain he changed to only one imposter seeing as you couldn’t identify anyone else. The weight rests on your shoulders, it’s solely up to you.

To try and not look so suspicious, you set off in the direction of med bay. Most of the group seems to have gone off to other parts of the ship. You could turn off the lights as try and vent to electrical. Hopefully you could time it right and escape before too many people arrive.

“Oi, human, where are you going?” Mammon tries to tag along again. That would be a problem if he were to be around.

“To med bay,” you decide to just go for it. “It seems a little suspicious of you to want to follow me”

“Yeah,” Levi adds on, “for all we know you could be the imposter, Mammon.”

“Wh-WHAT?!” He seems shocked at the allegation.

“I mean he does tend to lie” you add on, Levi humming in agreement.

“WHAT, I’M NOT THE IMPOSTER.”

“That’s what imposters say.”

“Fine then,” he huffs and starts to stomp away. “You’ll see I’ll finish all my tasks and show you who’s not an imposter.

The two of you watch him walk away before Levi turns to you.

“You’re the imposter aren’t you.”

“Wha-uh no” it’s a horrible lie. He can definitely see through it.

“Riiight, and Henry 2.0 is a turtle.”

“I could kill you right now”

“Don’t you want help killing some of the others?” He puts his hands up in mock surrender. “I have a feeling Lucifer will be tough.”

“What are your conditions”

“A sleepover and for you to not kill me”

“Fine, separate Lucifer from the rest and get him near electrical. In two minutes I’m cutting the power.”

You step into the med bay, checking out the room in person. The whole game was so much better in person. The ambiance, the ship, the adrenaline, simply fantastic. You wondered how the game worked for the ghost system, did people just end up as temporary ghosts? What happens to the bodies? They must be sucked to a temporary waiting room somewhere in the game. Could they see you last round when you were caught. That would be embarrassing.

Two minutes had just about passed, and Levi had most likely gotten Lucifer near electrical by now, probably under the guise of a task. It didn’t really matter, just as long as he was there. Cutting the power, the ship got even creepier. The devs spared no expense with the surroundings. Your helmet light flickers on, and you pop the hatch to the vent. Appearing on the other side in electrical.

What you didn’t account for is that there could already be someone there doing a task. Barbatos looks over at you, surprised to find you popping out of the vent. Oh hell. You go for it, not exactly knowing how the kill system worked. Turns out it’s like laser tag, stunning him and dropping him to the floor.

“Impressive MC”

“Shh bodies don’t talk”

He chuckles but stays silent. You could hear approaching footsteps they sounded as though they were just entering electrical. The kill countdown on your watch still has a couple of seconds left before it refreshed.

3

The steps seemed to be halfway to the large cabinets in the middle of the room.

2

Almost there. The steps were so close, you backed up and pressed yourself to the metal cabinets.

1

Lucifer turned the corner. And paused, looking at Barbatos on the ground.

Kill.

You shoot him with the laser, landing your hit. He crumpled near Barbatos, letting out a soft “oof”.

“Sorry luci”

“Say that again MC, I dare you.”

“Oops gotta go” you quickly vent to med bay upon hearing the sound of many footsteps approaching.

Popping out, you run back to electrical, making it appear that you had just been on the tail end of those arriving to help.

You can hear Asmo gasp, and the reactions of everyone to the two on the floor. You push to the front, feigning shock and dismay. Lucifer gives you the stink eye before the two disappear, probably haunting you now. The rest of the group heads to the cafeteria to call a meeting.

“So, who found the bodies” asks Satan.

“I did,” Mammon states, a little too proud considering the situation . “You shoulda seen the look on Lucifer’s face. Man, if only I had a camera that would have made so much grimm.

“It sounds like we have our imposter” Satan glances at Mammon.

“WHA- ME?”

“Yeah,” luke adds, “you do seem awfully happy about that”

The others begin agreeing until Levi alerts them that the time is up and voting must begin. As expected, most voted against mammon, with Simeon and Diavolo choosing to skip.

The game continues on with you managing to eliminate Satan by meowing in communications and luring him in. Solomon was surprisingly easy. All you had to do was ask him about a spell and get him to start ranting. He was distracted enough that he didn’t notice until the moment he hit the floor. You eliminated Beel by asking for him to accompany you to shields. Saying something about how it was a task you’d probably need help lifting things for. Belfie was zonked out anyway so he didn’t stand much of a chance when you found him. You managed to eliminate Simeon and Luke in meetings, somehow evading too much suspicion each time. It was very close a couple times, like when you killed Asmo by telling him his suit needed fixing in the back. Since he couldn’t reach you said you would help him, instead shooting him square in the back. Diavolo pointed out that the timing was weird with your alibi but was convinced otherwise by Levi’s rambling.

Now, the only players left were Levi, Diavolo, and yourself.

While you could go for diavolo he might actually be too on guard about the whole situation now that it was just the three of you. Levi, however, was not. Yes, you may have agreed to not kill him, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides you could practically feel Barbatos’s ghost staring you down just for considering killing Diavolo.

Levi it is.

The three of you were still in the cafeteria when you turned to Levi, motioning for him to come closer. You act as though you’re going to whisper something in his ear, which to be fair, you are.

“Sorry”

You press your gun to his side,

“I promise to make it up later”

You pull the trigger, sending him to the floor.

The imposter wins.

The surroundings fade to black and you all appear back in the lobby.

“That was actually kinda hot” Levi turns to you, equally impressed and betrayed.

“Sorry, I knew Diavolo would have been on guard enough that it wouldn’t have worked out”

“That was quite impressive” Barbatos muses, “who knew you had it in you MC”

“I TOLD YA I WASN’T THE IMPOSTER.” Mammon’s voice comes from the other side of the lobby.

Yeah, yeah, we get it.” Belfie grumbles. “ we had to listen to you complain about it the whole time.”

“I’d like another round,” Lucifer says staring you down.

“You got it!” Levi says, pressing the button again.

[notkageyamasprincess]

21:58 | kozume kenma x reader

characters: kozume kenma x gn!reader

genre/warnings: fluff

words: 1.1k

Kenma gets jealous when you get attention from other guys while you’re gaming. It’s not uncommon that you’ll come across someone who’s a little too eager to help you beat bosses, or they’ll gift you rare items, or send you resources at the slightest mention that you’re running low. When that happens, Kenma shuts himself in his room and distracts himself with another game. Usually, that does the trick to make him feel better, but this time, he found himself getting more and more irritated.

+++++

“...aaand done. If you ever need help again, you know where to find me.”

“Thanks so much! It would have taken me forever to finish this stage on my own.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart. Hey, has anyone ever told you that you have a really pretty voice?”

You giggle. “That’s sweet, but I thought I told you that I was taken already.”

“Nothing wrong with giving a compliment.”

You catch a glimpse of your boyfriend when he comes out to get some water and you notice the sour expression on his face.

“Hold on, I’m going to mute myself for a sec.”

You turn off your mic and spin your chair towards Kenma.

“Hey babe, is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” he responds curtly, setting down his glass a little harder than he intended.

You raise an eyebrow. “Doesn’t sound like nothing. It’s okay, you can tell me.”

“You sure sounded like you were having fun.”

“Oh, someone came to help me with a part of the game that I was having trouble with.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Bet he was real happy to flirt with you while he was at it.”

A smile slowly crept onto your face as you got the hint. “Baby. Are you being jealous?”

“Jealous? Of who? A loser who thinks he has a chance with you?”

As those words were leaving his mouth, he remembers—all over again—the smug tone of the guy fawning over you all day. His jaw ticks and he strides toward you from his spot in the kitchen.

“Why the hell would you ask someone else for help when you have me right here? I can easily beat whatever you’re struggling with, I’ll pay for the skins you want, and I can buy anything else you need in the game,” he huffed. “I’m your boyfriend, so I don’t understand why you rely on other men instead of coming to me.”

You were amused. Kenma rarely ever had outbursts like this, and you thought it was adorable how much he cared. Truthfully, you were enjoying this quite a bit. You really tried hard to stifle your laughter, but he hears it anyway.

A muscle in his face twitches. “____, are you seriously finding this funny?”

“No, no! I mean, maybe a little bit. Look, you always seemed so busy with work, so I didn’t want to tire you out even more with unimportant things.”

“Anything related to you is important to me,” he sighs. “____, do I not make that clear enough?”

Your cheeks redden from his unexpectedly candid behaviour. He surprises you by pulling you into an embrace, but you quickly relax, gently stroking his back to calm him. He breathes deeply as you release the leftover tension from his body.

“You do, Kenma. I know it even if you don’t say so. I just want you to get more rest,” you soothed.

You kiss him on the cheek when he lets you go, and his eyes softened.

“I’ll make time for you even if I’m busy.”

He checks his watch. “Actually, I have time right now. Move over, I’ll play the next round with you.”

“You have an account? I didn’t think you played.”

“I used to, but I maxed out my account and got bored. Needed something more challenging.” He shrugged—as if it was a casual thing to say. Not that you expected any less from your pro-gamer boyfriend.

He settles into the chair beside yours and turns on his computer.

He puts on his headphones and smirks. “Tell him that Kodzuken will be joining the next game.”

“Right,” you respond, sitting back down. “Hey, I’m back, I was talking to my boyfriend.”

“Yeah okay, your ‘boyfriend’. Come on, we both know you made that up.”

“What? No, he’s gonna join us.”

“Alright, what’s his username then? I’ll let him into the room.”

“It’s Kodzuken.”

You hear him chuckle after a pause. “You mean, as in the CEO and streamer? Sure, whatever you say, sweetheart.” But his laughter starts to subside after a few clicks. “Uhm, that’s weird, there’s actually a player with that name requesting. It’s gotta be a fake right?”

Kenma cleared his throat. “Not at all, I’m very much real. Thanks for keeping ____ entertained when I wasn’t here.”

“Holy shit, this guy has the same voice! No fucking way, are you actually Kodzuken? Dude, I’m a huge fan, you have no ide-”

“I appreciate it, but ____ and I have something to do after, so let’s make this quick.”

“Yeah man, of course!”

You turned to him with a quizzical expression. “I didn’t know that we had plans.”

“Trust me, you’ll see in a bit.”

+++++

A couple minutes into the game, you hear an indignant shout coming from the other guy. A banner message briefly appeared at the top of your screen: XxKTOxX has been eliminated by Kodzuken!

“Mate, you just shot right at me! The fuck was that?”

“Sorry, man. Game glitched,” he lied. “But it’s fine, we’ll manage without you somehow. ____’s in good hands.”

A quick glance told you that your boyfriend’s lips were quirked up slightly at the edges. “Kenma, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” you whisper. You thought that he had already gotten over his jealousy, but it clearly seems like you were wrong.

He drops his smile and puts on a poker-face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Also, this dude sucks at this game.”

His eyes glint mischievously as he prepares for what he says next.

“Ah that’s right, before I forget, you asked if anyone had ever said that ____ had a pretty voice, right?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t mean any-”

“I don’t think you got a response though. I told ____ that last night in bed, and I’ll probably be doing the same in like, thirty minutes or so, depending on how far along we get. By the way, just in case you were wondering, ____’s voice sounds the prettiest moaning my name. Too bad you’ll never be able to hear it.” Your new friend coughs violently as Kenma finishes. “Did that answer your question?”

The line causes the boy to sputter, and you gasp while smacking your boyfriend’s arm.

“What? You can’t wait? Thirty minutes a bit too long for you? Guess we’ll just have to end the game early, then.”

a/n: well, well, well, look who decided to write something! wrote half of this before realizing that i didn’t use any pronouns so i might as well make this gender-neutral and more inclusive. i usually write f!reader but if anyone wants gn!reader you are always free to request a piece <3

[zackcollins]

hands on you || bo bichette

masterlist

Author’s Note: Heya for the second time today! This is another anonymous request I received from someone. The request was about Bo comforting the reader while they were on their period. I hope I did the request justice for whoever sent the request in! Feel free to let me know if I didn’t and I’ll either try again or write a completely different request. Anyways! GIF credit to @whimsical-daydreams​ (love you Jenn!! hope you enjoy this too since I know you’ll inevitably read it lmfao)

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything, but feel free to let me know if you disagree. I’m more than happy to add something for anyone that needs one.

Word Count: 939 (short boi)

Title: Hands On You by Florida Georgia Line

Additional: The language involving the reader is sorta vague so I think they can be read as gender-neutral. Because like. Anyone with a (functioning) uterus could theoretically have a period. And not everyone with a (functioning) uterus identifies as feminine. As always, I hope everyone enjoys this! Feedback is always welcomed because I love hearing what everyone thinks of my writing.

Tagging: @donttelltheelff​ @bodacious-bichette​

Your entire body was sore as you laid curled in a ball on your bed. It was that time of the month and you hated it with a passion. It made your entire body ache, much like it was now. You would also get a headache occasionally as well as a swollen abdomen and a tender chest. Right now, though, you didn’t have a headache because you had just woken up from a nap; the nap had rid your body of the headache. Your abdomen wasn’t much swollen because today was only the first day of your cycle so it hadn’t had time to react fully. As for a tender chest, a nice massage couldn’t hurt.

“Are you okay, babe?” You uncurled yourself and looked in the direction the voice had come from. Your boyfriend, Bo, was standing in the doorway of the en suite. He had a towel around his waist, though he didn’t appear to be wet. “You look a little uncomfortable.”

Sighing, you gingerly sat up on the bed so that you could get a better angle to look at Bo. “Not... not really. I’m on my period.”

Bo leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest. He quickly reached down and tugged the towel up because it had slipped down a little when he had moved. You huffed an amused breath and rolled your eyes.

“Not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

“I don’t need to be naked right now. It’ll make you more uncomfortable because your hormones will get fucked up worse than they already are,” Bo deadpanned as he gave you a pointed look.

You went to raise your hands in surrender but they quickly clutched your stomach when it twisted with a violent cramp. You inhaled and exhaled a couple of times to try and counteract the pain. All that succeeded in doing was making the muscles in your abdomen tighten more, leading to another violent cramp.

You looked at Bo with a pained expression as you laid back on the bed and curled in the fetal position. You wanted the pain to stop. Wanted your period to be done and over with already because you didn’t want to deal with this right now. Hell, you didn’t really want to deal with this at all because of how painful it could be. However, this is what you got for being born with female reproductive organs. It was what it was and there really wasn’t much you could do about it except deal with it every month.

The bed dipped behind you a moment later. Turning your head, you saw that Bo was sitting behind your back on his knees. He looked down at you at motioned his finger along your side. Knowing what he meant, you nodded. Bo smiled as he laid himself on the bed and slotted himself against your back. You sighed when you felt the warmth of his body relax the aching muscles in you back. It felt so good to have some of that pressure be relieved.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, squeezing back against your boyfriend. “You feel like a furnace. It’s helping with my body aches. Here.” you took Bo’s hands and placed them on your belly. Much like you had expected, his hands felt warm against your skin. The tightness of your muscles started to subside as Bo carefully ran his hands along your belly. You grunted at the feeling, dropping your head back against Bo’s chest. “That... holy fuck. Your hands feel amazing. I don’t feel as crampy or swollen anymore.”

Bo pressed a kiss to your temple as he moved his hands up to your chest. He started massaging it. You full on moaned because his hands felt magical working out the soreness there. The longer he went about relaxing your chest, the more relaxed you were starting to feel. Your eyes were starting to feel heavy and you even yawned once. Bo pressed another kiss to your temple as he shifted his hands away from your chest and started carding the fingers on one of them through your hair. He took the other hand and gently began stroking your hip. You hummed softly at the dual sensations, your eyes suddenly feeling heavier than they had been a moment ago.

“That feels amazing, babe,” you said, voice thick with tiredness. “I feel a lot less sore now. Keep going.”

You yawned again as you wiggled against Bo to get more comfortable. Bo hummed as he started massaging your scalp. He also started running the fingers on his other hand up and down your side gently. You felt your eyes inching closer and closer to sleep the longer you boyfriend went about what he was doing. You also felt completely relaxed and free from body aches and cramps. It was the best you had felt during any period in a long time. It made you feel grateful to have Bo.

“I’m grateful for you,” you mumbled, voice barely audible as you were nearly asleep. “You make me feel special because you always take care of me.”

“You are special,” Bo chuckled before he pressed a kiss behind your ear. “And of course I’m gonna take care of the person I love. You take care of me enough. It only seems fair.”

“I love you, Bo.”

With that, you felt the sleep overcome you but not before you heard Bo mumble one last thing into your scalp. One last thing that made your subconscious smile when you ultimately let it take over.

“I love you too, (Y/N). More than you’ll ever know.”

[writingsbychlo]

let me down slow (04)

word count; 8865

summary; you get your college acceptance letter, and you celebrate with stiles, before mitch really rewards you.

notes; y’all are gonna’ love it. just wait.

warnings; smut, public sex, car sex, overstimulation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, underage drinking.

With your bag swinging at your side, two jumpers tucked carefully into it and a letter held tightly in your hand, Stiles was talking your ear off a mile a minute through the phone as you finished the walk down the road towards his house. He was practically bursting at the seams to open his letter, and you told him that you were only minutes away, taking up a quick jog towards the house. 

“Stiles, I am literally coming up the front drive, if you open that letter before I get in there, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure you will, you can’t even see me I’m so quick. Quicker than you apparently, because it’s taking you like two hundred years t-”

He cut himself off as you opened the front door, stepping inside and giving him a pointed look, a false scowl on your face as your brows raised, and you brought the device down from your ear to hang up, putting your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. Kicking the door shut behind yourself, you peeled off the jacket you had worn, taking a deep breath to calm your heart from the speed walking and sudden exertion burst of your jog at the end, before the smile you could barely suppress was making its presence known on your features once again.

“You got your letter?”

“Yeah, I did, baby!” You waved it up in the air, and he let out a series of hoots and hollers as your hands collided in high-fives. He held up his own, a more than excited look on his face. “Good thing I got mine first, you clearly have no patience.”

“What? When did you get yours?” A series of undignified sounds left him as you chuckled, toeing off your shoes and collapsing down on the couch. 

“About two days ago, but I was waiting for you. I’m a good friend like that.” The words didn’t hurt you quite as much to say, and you didn’t even feel the familiar strike of pain when he mumbled ‘yeah, you are’, before pushing his letter into your hand.”

“I want you to open mine.” You looked between them both, the letters looking absolutely identical, and so you held yours out to him instead, and he plucked it from your fingers carefully. “We open each other’s?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You pushed your finger under the flap of the envelope, your heart racing in your ears, and you practically felt nauseous with anticipation. Stiles had a full body shake, practically vibrating as he stood there, and your moment was interrupted by that of another body circling the doorway and arriving by your sides.

“Thought I heard you, but how could anyone not with all the screaming going on in here?” Mitch’s eyes were twinkling with mischief at his comment, before Stiles was holding up your wrist and waving two white letters in his face so fast they probably appeared more like a blur, but he straightened up a little, seemingly excited as he figured out what he was looking at. “You got your application letters?”

He looked at the one in your hand, reading over Stiles’ name and humming as he thumbed at the familiar college logo in the top corner, having known for years that Stiles wanted to follow in his older brother’s footsteps and take law at the prestigious institution. He turned to Stiles next, looking over the front of the envelope he held, before turning back to look at you. 

“You applied to Syracuse too?” 

You weren’t quite sure how to read the look on his face, or the tone of his voice, but you didn’t have long to debate it, because only a second later, Stiles was commandeering the attention again as he prompted you to open the envelope in your hand. Sliding your thumb under the seal, you lifted up the flap, Stiles messily tearing open yours as he pulled it out and stared down at the letter in his hand, your eyes already flying over the words printed before you on the paper.

“Oh, my God! Stiles! You got in!” 

“I got in?”

“You got in!” He threw his hands up in the air, screaming out his victory and the shakes across his body finally seemed to calm down, the two brothers sharing a hug. It wasn’t a typical manly hug, claps on the back and pushing one another away after a second. Stiles had his arms wrapped tightly around his brother, face pressed into the older boy’s shoulder and Mitch ruffled at the hair he’d finally grown out and held him back just as tightly, praising him wildly and letting out his congratulations for him. 

When he finally pulled back, he met your anxious gaze, the letter belonging to him having been put down on the table beside you both as he held yours between nimble fingers. Reading over the words, you felt like you might actually pass out from holding your breath, before Stiles was looking back up to you, his face a neutral expression for only a second, before splitting open in one of the widest grins you’d ever seen.

“We’re going to Syracuse together!”

“Holy shit!” You didn’t even get a chance to let out the loud squeal you were keeping locked up, before Stiles was scooping you up in his arms, your feet leaving the ground from the impact with which his body collided with yours, and a fit of laughter was forced from you as the boy picked you up, spinning you around in a few circles as you clung to his shoulders before he finally put you down. “We both got in?” You took a minute to comprehend it, before you were looking down at the letters which now sat together, open on the table, before you were all but jumping up and down with the boy who’d been your best friend for years. “We both got in!”

The rush you felt was exhilarating, and you covered your face with your hands, dropping your head for a second as your fingers slipped up into your hair, taking a minute to process the news and calm down.

“I gotta’ go call dad! And Scott!” Stiles gasped, and you nodded quickly, watching as he disappeared from the room, bolting upstairs to his room, his bedroom door slamming shut only seconds later, and you were left alone with Mitch, your heart racing and cheeks aching from the size of the smile on your face. 

He took a step closer to you, crowding you up into the back of the couch, your lower back meeting it as his hands found a place on either side of your hips, his body all but pressing to yours with how close he was leaning into you. Pressing your forehead to his, you let out a happy little sigh, before your hands were finding his shoulders, and you were pulling away to be able to look at him.

“You never told me you were applying to Syracuse.”

“I didn’t want to say anything unless I got in.” He hummed in acknowledgement, before his hand slipped up to find your waist, and he was pulling you in closer by your hips, your body pressing up to his, and you moved your arms to swing around his neck, until your noses were brushing when you moved, and he was smiling down at you softly. 

“I’m goin’ to make good on that blanket permission thing now.”

“Good.” You moved with him, your mouths meeting in the middle, a sweet kiss shared between you both as he tipped his head to the side, changing the angle between you and fitting your bodies together even more perfectly. His tongue traced along your lower lip, teasing at you until you parted them for him, and he groaned under his breath as your tongues finally dragged together, his hands squeezing a little tighter as you hips, before his arms were sliding around you more securely.

“We should celebrate. I can think of a few things I know you like, that we can definitely bring out in celebration.”

“Oh, yeah?” You dragged his lower lip between your teeth, feeling his body shake as a shudder ran along him at the sensation, a breathy sound making itself known in the back of his throat when you released it, and he was diving back in to press your mouths together again. It was deeper this time, long and slow, leaving you head spinning each time he pulled back for another breath, his hands slipping lower on your body and yours sliding up his hair as the world around you both slipped away. 

It wasn’t until you heard the slamming of a bedroom door again that the two of you remembered where you were, and the company you held, snapping apart quickly with bashful looks, and he back away from you, smoothing down his hair at the back from where you had only seconds ago been pulling at it as he kissed you until your knees felt weak.

Stiles was bolting down the stairs, and you leaned back against the couch, using it to support yourself as you ducked your head, licking at your lips and hoping you didn’t look as flushed and flustered as you felt, your best friend clapping his hands and grinning at you both, entirely unaware of the tension he had walked into. 

“So, we should celebrate, but we have to save the real celebrating for when everyone else gets their letters, so just for us, how about ordering food and making a night of it?” He looked at you for approval, but was already nodding, a beam on his face as he knew you wouldn't turn it down, and the second you had confirmed your agreement, of his plan, he was making his way into the kitchen to find all the leaflets. 

“You’re joining us, right?”

Mitch’s eyes widened a little, looking between you and the direction his brother had disappeared, before his lips parted. “This is you and Stiles time. You sure you want me there?”

“Definitely.” You made your way to your bag, pulling out the two freshly washed sweaters he’d left you, that you had gotten all possible use out of that you could. “I brought these back for you, washed and folded and everything.”

He plucked the second one he’d left you with from your arms, but left the Syracuse one sitting in your hands, before glancing over his shoulder. When he turned back, he tipped your chin up with one finger, daring to lean in and place a short but sweet kiss to your lips, leaving you pouting and chasing after him when he pulled away, before you huffed out and stepped back, trying to keep your composure. “Keep the Syracuse one, consider it a graduation present.”

He winked at you as you cuddled it closer to your chest, nodding before tucking it back into your bag and covering it up, zipping it up tightly so that Stiles wouldn't accidentally see it later on. The pair of you followed after Stiles, finding him already sitting at the counter with a drink, texting rapidly on his phone with the various menus spread out around you both, and Mitch looked over them all, considering the options before gathering them back up.

“Why don’t we go out to eat somewhere?”

Stiles paused his typing, looking up over the edge of his phone and narrowing his eyes at his brother, before hitting send on whatever message he’d been constructing and putting the device face down on the countertop. “You wanna’ celebrate with us?”

“I have nothing better to do, and I certainly think you should be doing something other than what you do every Friday night to make the most out of getting into college. It’s a big deal.”

An idea flashed through your mind, and you let out a gasp, tapping at the counter with your hand as Stiles and Mitch both turned to look at you. “We could go to that fancy Italian place we pass by all the time and say we want to try!”

“Yes!” He held his fist out, and you bumped yours against it, before Mitch was putting the well-worn collection back into the drawer it lived in, and Stiles was getting up from his seat and bolting away to put on what he termed his ‘fancy flannel’. Looking down at yourself, you deemed it to be a reasonably acceptable outfit. After all, it wasn’t really all that fancy, it was just more than you and Stiles could afford to eat at on a regular basis, and therefore, made it ‘fancy’. 

Mitch had left the room, finding his car keys and grabbing a jacket from the coat hooks, and Stiles came dashing back down the stairs, reaching for his keys after swiping your hand in his and pulling you towards the door. 

“Stiles, I’m driving. I am not getting in that jeep. It smells weird.”

The younger brother’s jaw dropped, and you covered your mouth to hide the snicker you let out at the words, and Stiles snatched up his keys, a face like thunder as he glared at Mitch. “The jeep is classic, and your car smells.”

“My car smells like fresh pine and berries because I know what air freshener is, and my car has been cleaned since it was bought.” Both of them turned to look at you, the two almost identical men staring at you with a pointed look, and you pursed your lips in an attempt to hide your amusement at the situation, before eventually turning to Stiles.

“Sti, if Mitch drives, then you could fill up a flash with your dad’s whiskey and we can sneak in our own drinks.” His eyes seemed to sparkle at the idea, and only a second later, he was dropping his keys back into the dish and ruffling his hair as he walked past you, complimenting you on your ‘street smarts’ and waffling on to himself as he went to do just that.

“You’re like the Stiles whisperer.”

“Distraction is the key.” You teased, and he held open the door for you, flicking the latch on so that once Stiles left, the door would be locked tight until either they, or their father, returned home. 

“Maybe it’s just your pretty face that does it.”

“Are you telling me that if I asked you nicely, you would ride in the jeep?” You held your hand to your heart in mock-shock, and he chuckled, the lights flashing on the dark SUV as you both made your way across the garden towards it, slowly.

“I’d do a lot for you, if you asked nicely.”

You hummed under your breath, moving towards the passenger seat instinctually, but Stiles emerged into the garden with a flourish, screaming ‘shotgun’ at the top of his lungs so loudly you were sure people two blocks over flinched too, and you glared at him, but gave in, deciding that you could pick your battles, and since he’d surrendered the jeep, you’d let him have the front seat. Hopping up into the back instead, you clipped yourself into the middle seat, and leaned forwards between them both as the car started up, and Stiles began to list off to his brother instructions on how to get to the location.

You were seated in a booth, Mitch on one side, and Stiles crammed in beside you on the other, menus coming to lay out before each of you as settled into the comfortable leather, and you peeked around in awe. They weren’t that busy, the evening rush yet to come in as the three of you came somewhere between lunch and dinner, and yet the atmosphere was still lively and buzzing with energy. 

You went for a simple dish, a plate of lasagna, with a coke to accompany it. Stiles chose a chicken and bacon carbonara, and also a garlic bread that was a size too big for him to eat alone, but he was insisting that he would eat it anyway, and Mitch had ordered a spinach and ricotta cannelloni. The three glasses of pop arrived, and the second the waitress had slipped away with your order, Stiles had pulled all three to the centre of the table, slipping a helping of whiskey into each one and stirring them with the straws before passing them back out, and you shared a look with Mitch, shrugging at the fact that Stiles actually had the husper to do it.

The conversation quickly revolved around Stiles firing off more questions than you could count to his brother about college life, particularly at Syracuse, and stampeding into the next one before he even had the answer to the first. You sipped on your drink, trying to contain your smirk as half of the answers you were getting were from the same conversation you’d had only days prior while wrapped up in the older brother’s arms as he told you everything you had wanted to know, while rubbing your back and holding you close. 

Once Mitch had finished his drink, he refrained from anymore, knowing that he had to drive, and after two, you decided it was enough too, and so Stiles finished the rest himself. It didn’t slow down his mouth or mind at all, but it did slow his body, and so he didn’t fidget with absolutely everything in sight, just his cutlery and the buttons of his shirt. The basket of breadsticks in the centre of the table dwindled down until there was nothing left but crumbs, and you were more than eager when the plates were finally placed on the table. 

Reaching a foot out under the table, you looped your ankle around Mitch’s, Stiles not noticing either of your lingering gazes on one another as he paused in his cutting of his food, watching you carefully and flicking his gaze over to Stiles, before looking back to you. Twisting his foot and rearranging himself a little, he moved so your legs could sit wrapped together a little easier, his lips pulling up at the sides to form a subtle but soft smile, and for the rest of the meal, your legs were locked together. 

The gazes didn’t stop either, it was like you couldn't help but look over at him, whether his eyes were on you or not, you wanted to take him in. The way he smiled when talking to his brother and listening to his stories, putting up with his erratic nature in a way that few people could, or the way his jaw moved every time he took a sip from a glass and made your mouth go dry as your thoughts blanked for just a moment each time. 

In the times you weren’t looking at him, or looking at each other, you could sense his eyes on you. Like a heavy weight, it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and goosebumps move along your body, in all the best ways. You liked the way it made you feel when he looked at you, liked the confidence that would burst through you each time. You knew he wanted you, and that he thought you were attractive, and that he never wanted to pick out your flaws. He never made you feel like anything less than beautiful, and you’d noticed that he made a habit out of telling you each time you were together, and so you felt almost powerful under his lingering stares each time.

Dessert was where things had really become interesting. At some point, the waiter came back over and lit the candle in the middle of the table as the light outside began to fade, and the evening crowd had begun to gather. The restaurant had got louder and a live band had begun to play, and for the first time in a long time, you were having an amazing night with your best friend, where your feelings for him were entirely ignored and irrelevant. They didn't even flitter across your mind.

You didn’t have to struggle not to reach out and hold his hands, and you didn’t stare at him endlessly, having to remind yourself to look away before he noticed. It was liberating, and freeing, and you were rejoicing just in the feeling of not having to feel guilty for the want of your heart. 

You ordered three different desserts, but had asked for extra plates, crumbs littering the table cloth and making a mess around you all as you split the sweet treats and swapped plates around, each getting to try all three as you chose your favourites, before you were sitting back, entirely stuffed and utterly satisfied with the meal, and your server seemed more than happy with themselves when they brought the bill over. 

You left them a generous tip, which didn’t take much convincing of the boys, because you were absolutely certain that they’d seen Stiles slipping booze into his drinks, and turned a blind eye once they realised you were celebrating and so you wanted to compensate them for their kindness. They also went with your every whim, which included boxing up Stiles’ leftover garlic bread and adding extra breadsticks when he asked, and serving you up the desserts with extra tableware when you’d made the request. 

It had been a perfect night, which had dragged on and on even after you’d paid, the three of you sitting around happily discussing anything and everything you could think off, but once the food was out of the way and the seductive nature of the night crawled in, the tension between you and Mitch was once again growing.

You could feel it, from the way he would surreptitiously drag his eyes over you slowly, or the way he'd rub at his jaw slowly, long fingers scratching at his facial hair in a way that he knew made you head spin, and so you shifted or him equally, leaning over the table and resting your head on your hand, your elbow pushing up against your breasts and making them swell at the neckline of your shirt, and he in turn licked over his lips and nibbled on them until the were red and plump just from the sight. 

You didn’t leave until the restaurant was closing up, Stiles slumping and calling the back seat as he yawned, your trio making a slow path towards the car, and the plaid-clad boy slumping down across the backseat and resting his hands under his arms, the safety belt slung across his body so that he could stay on the plush leather even if he fell asleep and rolled. 

You played the music quietly, your hands clasped in your lap as you avoided reaching out to take Mitch’s in you own each time he switched gears, and you could tell he was reissing the same urges, the wish to reach out and reset a hand on your upper thigh obvious, the way he did every time you drove now being ignored as he kept a white knuckles grip on the steering wheel. You didn’t talk, but you did occasionally glance back with a fond smile into the backseat, words never being exchanged until you were leaning over the chair to nudge your best friend back to consciousness, and he awoke with a befitting flail, sitting up with messy hair and a slightly drool-damp cheek, wiping at his eyes and looking around.

“I slept the whole way home?”

“Well, did you get much sleep last night?” You pointed out, and he thought back, face scrunching up a little before he shook his head, wiping a hand over his face and slapping at his cheeks lightly to wake himself up.

“Do you need me to take you home?”

“Nah, Mitch can take me, right?” You turned to look at him, and he smirked to himself at the innuendo in your words, ensuring only you would see him as he continued to face forwards in his seat, glancing at the boy in the back via the mirrors. 

“Yeah, I’ll take you.”

Stiles nodded, none the wiser as he leaned between the seats, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and bumping his forehead against his brothers temple and patting his chest from behind the seat in the laziest gesture of a hug you’d ever seen, but you figured you could excuse it, what with how tired he actually must've been. Letting himself out of the car, he patted the sides of the vehicle, and Mitch unclipped himself as he watched his brother stumble, taking his car keys from the ignition and promising he’d be back in a minute, before jogging up the dark driveway after his siblicing and slinging an arm over his shoulder. 

He struggled to unlock the door, what with holding up the deadweight of Stiles and trying to navigate a key in the lock, but he managed it, much to your amusement, and the pair disappeared inside of the house. You watched each light flicker on one by one as they made their way through, lingering in Stiles’ room for almost ten minutes, before you watched the curtains be drawn closed by a positively exhausted looking Mitch, just from dealing with Stiles, and then the lights went off in order once again, before Mitch was stepping back out of the door, his eyes meeting yours as he locked it once again, and he shook his head as he made his way back over to the car. 

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, but first, I’ve been waiting all evening to do this.” You turned to him, brows furrowed and lips parted to ask him what he meant, but you didn't get a chance before a large hand was closing over your jaw, and a wet mouth finding yours as he kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping straight out and between your cheeks to tangle with you own in a playful collision. Sitting up further, you strained against the seatbelt you’d never bothered to remove, pushing into him eagerly as you reached out, clinging to any part of him you could reach in a bid to pull him closer, before you remembered your environment, and snapped away, reluctantly. 

“What if Stiles sees?”

“He’s out cold, fell asleep half-way up the stairs and I had to carry him the rest of the way.” He grinned, the chuckle he let out washing warm air over your cheeks, and you couldn't help it when your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth drawn back to his like magnets pulling one another closer. It was instinctual, the way you craved him, the way you felt sunshine bursting through you in every place he touched. 

He was like a drug, one you were wholly and entirely addicted to, he had you by the throat and did not plan to let go anytime soon, and you didn’t want him to. 

“God, you have no fucking idea what you do to me.”

“I think I have a pretty good one, actually.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, barely able to words out through gasps for breath as his darkening eyes met yours and only seconds later he was diving back in, all teeth and tongue, a sloppy kiss with nipping and his hand in your hair to pull you head back, so that he could drag that sme sinful mouth over your jaw and down to your neck, until you were squirming in your seat and panting out his name just from the way it felt when his tongue lapped at your skin. “Not here, not here.”

He pulled back, cheeks flushed and eyes burning with desire, leaving you all but shaking as you looked at him, before you were letting out a low curse and pulling him back into you, a growl silenced by your mouth as you pressed more needy kisses or his lips that he was more than happy to return. 

It wasn’t until you were lightheaded and your lungs were burning for air that you detached from him once again, lips stinging with the endurance and ferocity of your affections, but it was a tingle that spread along your entire body and left you feeling electrified.

“You’re incredible. God, you’re so fucking pretty. I wanted to hold your hand and kiss you today, I wanted your body pressed up beside mine in the booth so that I could have my arm around you all evening, so that I could feel you with me. I wanted all of your attention, I wanted you laughing at my jokes and looking at me and I didn’t want to hide my feelings for you.” He was panting as he spoke out the confession, and you pressed your forehead to his as your eyes fluttered shut and the lump of emotion formed in the back of your throat. “Is that selfish?”

“Yes.” He sighed out at your words, moving to pull back, but you held him where he was, pressing moving to press a kiss to his cheek, stubble brushing at your lips and delivering a delicious friction as he leaned into the touch and let out a needy sound. “But I wanted the same things, so I don’t care if it was.”

“You’re going to drive me insane, kitten.”

“That’s okay, I’ll like you just as much anyway.”

He leaned in, chasing your lips again, but you pulled away from him, the windows in the car having fogged up a little from your activities and you were boiling over with heat, but he let out a grumble as you pulled away, before he was flopping back into his own seat and running a hand through his hair, pulling a laugh from you as the word ‘tease’ slipped from his lips with absolutely no venom, but pure affection.

The engine rumbled as you took up motion once again, and you leaned in towards him, head lolling on the seat as he reached out a hand to sit on you thigh, clasped tightly onto the muscle, and you dragged a finger along each vein in his forearm slowly, tracing it up until it disappeared into his bicep, and you never missed the looks he would cast down at you. The music was soft and slow, a collection of simpler tunes that the pair of you had constructed together during one afternoon via a video chat, after claiming you needed some more relaxed songs to play while the two of you were talking, and it felt like it fit the mood perfectly now. 

His fingers were gripping the steering wheel fiercely, the same grip on your thigh, so hard you’d have five little purple marks in the morning, but it drove you wild to know how much he craved you, how tightly he would hold you, how much he cared, and so you didn’t have a will in the world to stop him.

“Mitch?”

“Yeah, kitten?”

“When I come to Syracuse in the fall, will we be like we are now, or are we going to go back to the way we were before?” He slowed down a little, meeting you curious but vulnerable gaze and holding it for a few seconds, before raising up the hand that had been on your thigh hand curling it around you at an awkward angle but enough to be able to hold the side of your head delicately, and pull you close enough that he could press a kiss to your temple without having to take his eyes off of the road. 

“Baby, at this point, I don’t think we could go back to that even if we tried. You’re buried way too deep within me now.”

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, the words warming you from the inside out and shooting down to the very core of your being. “Mitch, pull over.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” He flicked his indicators on despite his protest of your words, the empty roads giving him no hesitation in swerving off of the lanes to park up haphazardly on the side of the dark tracks, and he turned to look at you, wide eyes as he watched you unbuckle yourself from your seat. “What is it?”

“I really don’t think I can make it home before fucking you. I need you now. I need you to show me how much you care.”

“Holy shit, here?” You nodded, reaching out to him as he grabbed your hand at the wrist, smirking at the whimper you let out as he prevented you from touching him, and he shook his head a little. 

“I want to ride you, right here. I need it.” You moved again, brushing your fingers over the bulge in his pants, the half-hard cock he’d held all night, since the lustful moment you’d shared before ever going out for the celebratory meal. He seemed to consider the proposition, his eyes glinting with a kind of look that made your body quiver beneath it, his tongue poking out to lick over his lower lip slowly before he was fixing you with one of the cheekiest looks you’d ever seen. 

“No.”

Your jaw gaped, and you began to try and form sentences in your head, but he was removing himself from the seat, out of the door and slipping away in the darkness to round to your side, before yanking the door open and twisting your body towards him. Pulling you until you were barely perched on the seat, he parted you thighs, moving himself to be able to stand between them, and he dragged his tongue along the spot on your neck that he was oh-so-familiar with now, the patch that made you cry out his name when he bit and sucked at it.

“You’re so fucking dirty. Gonna’ fuck me out here, on the side of the road where anyone could see us. Filthy. If we’re doing that, we’re doing it right. I‘ve been thinking about fucking you over the hood of my car since the day you came over while I was checking the engine, and you leaned against the side in that little dress that barely contained your tits and was a little bit too short to be considered entirely modest.”

He was working on leaving a particularly large mark on your skin, one you’d have to put effort into covering up, but with the way his hands were moving across your body and the way it felt when the hair lining his face scraped your skin, only to be soothed by gentle kiss and laps of his tongue seconds later, you had nothing within you that wanted to stop him. 

The words broke through your haze, cracking it enough to grant you a little clarity, and you pulled his head up to look at him as he stared right back at you, more lust than you’d ever seen on his face before.

“That was last summer, when you came home to visit, before we started this whole thing.”

He nodded, his lips dragging over yours in a desperate kiss, as he took a minute to formulate his feelings into words. “Never said the first time we fucked was the first time I had thought about it, always felt guilty for thinking about another girl when I had Katrina, but we’d started drifting by then, couldn’t help it that my mind was wandering.”

Your frenzied mind was understandable in wake of the revelation, and he paused, studying you carefully for you reaction, and you tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to you and looping your arms around his neck to hold yourself to him as tightly as you could. 

“Please, say something.”

“I remember that day.” He grinned ducking his head a little when your hand came up to brush his hair back out of his face, intimate despite the heat of the moment, and when he looked back at you his cheeks held a pink tint to them. “You were just my best friend’s older brother, but you looked so good, I couldn’t help it. You had no shirt on, and you were covered in grease, and your hair was all messy. You were sweaty, and dirty, and it was exactly like something out of a bad porno, but I didn’t care because you looked so good.”

His hands pushed under your ass, scooping you up and pulling you out into the cold of the night, a welcome breeze washing over you and cooling you right down, from the tender heat that was covering you as the tension built up. He set you down on the edge of the hood, your feet barely reaching the ground as he pressed you into the metal, arms around your waist as you dipped back, his body following yours.“I’m going to take you apart one day, piece by piece, slowly, until you don’t know how to handle it anymore. But that isn’t tonight.”

“It’s not?”

“No, that’s for another time. Tonight, I’m going to bend you over the hood, and then I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll be screaming out, you’ll never forget the way my cock feels inside of you, you’ll never be able to be with anyone else the same way. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else, and you’re still going to be able to feel the way I’ll hold you tonight for days to come.” His lips brush your ear as he spoke, tucking hairs away behind it innocently as though he didn’t just break you down to a mess of arousal and need just from his words. 

“Oh, God, Mitch..”

“I got you, baby. Don’t worry.” He eased his hands down your body, popping the button on the front of your jeans and dragging the zipper down slowly. “I bet you’re dripping wet for me, huh? I think you’re soaked, ready for me already, aren’t you?” 

You lifted your hips when he moved to inch the fabric down, taking your panties with them as the stiff material bunched around your thighs, and he sunk down to his knees, dragging the bundle further and further down, until he was freeing your feet of you shoes and dragging the clothing that had been covering the lower part of your body with them. Kissing his way back up your body slowly, he placed a harsh bite to the inside of each thigh, rubbing his thumb over the indents once he was satisfied, and you let out a cry of his name as you collapsed back against the car for support. 

When he was standing over you once again, he lifted your chin up delicately with one hand, your mouths brushing together in scarce kisses, as the other hand nudged your legs apart, cold fingers swiping across your heat, and you let out the most desperate noise you had ever made for him as he swirled through the juices you had released. “Is this all for me?”

“Fuck, yes, all yours.”

“Tell me who made you wet, tell me that I did. I want to hear you say it. Not Stiles, not any of those guys that leave those comments on your Instagram posts that drive me wild, but me.” He dipped two fingers into you easily, your arousal practically dripping down his hand already as he set a rhythm, pumping slowly in and out of you as he stretched you out, dragging his knuckles against your entrance each time, just to hear the whine you let out as he did. 

“You affect me like nobody else ever has, Mitch. You came into my life and flipped it upside down, and I love it. You make me wild, and spontaneous, and you make me feel free. I need you, I need you now, please! You’re all I want, all I need.” He pulled his fingers from you, sucking the digits into his mouth as he watched you carefully. 

“Do you mean it?”

“Every word.” You confirmed, and he released the digits, pulling you into a sloppy kiss that conveyed every unspoken word between the two of you. Your hands went to the buckle of his belt, tugging it open with frantic jerks until you could get it free from it’s loops, his own hands popping the button, and you pushed down the material, until they were pulled taut around muscular thighs, his leaking cock springing up in the cold air, a hiss leaving him at the contrast.

Long fingers wrapped around himself, your gaze fixed on the sight of him slowly fucking up into his fist, the occasional swipe of his thumb to rub acros shis head, smearing the arousal he was realsing each time. “Wallet, kitten. Get my wallet.”

His head was tipped back, and you leaned into him, pressing you mouth in a collection of kisses along the exposed column of his throat as you reached for his jeans, pulling the worn leather pouch from the back pocket, and fishing through it for the emergency condom that he was replacing an awful lot nowadays. Tearing it open, you allowed the wrapper to flutter down onto the metal beside you, sitting there discarded with the open wallet, and you rolled the rubber onto him slowly, a lazy smile on his face as he watched you do so.

“Good girl. Now, turn around and bend over for me.”

You did as told without hesitation, bracing yourself over the curve of the car as your breath fogged up on the metal with each hot breath you panted out. Lining himself up behind you, one quick thrust had him sinking hilt deep within your walls, his name a cry on your lips as he filled you up in a perfect fit, your cries of bliss sounding out in harmony around you both. 

The cold air around you both seemed to crackle with the energy that was sparking between you, his hands finding you hips as he leaned over, rolling his hips in circles but never beginning to set his rhythm, teasing you as you pushed back into him, trying to get him to move in the way you want, but he only chuckled into your skin as he leaned dove you back. Delicate kisses were placed along your spine, getting wetter and dirtier each time, until his chest was flush to your back, and he was moving his mouth out and along your shoulder, before sealing his lips around a certain spot, and sucking harshly.

You pressed your forehead to the cool metal of the car, hoping it would do something to quell the fire burning within you, an inferno raging throughout your body and crawling along every nerve you had until you were lit up like a bonfire, a burning desire for him, and him only. “Mitch, please!”

He cooed, dragging his tongue slowly over the patch he’d been sucking at and nibbling, before kissing the spot delicately and standing back up to his full height, his hands smoothing back down you sides to your hips, tickling you as they ghosted over your ribs and waist, before he was settling them in a comfortably firm grip. 

Pulling out in one swift movement, he moved until only the head of his cock remained within you, your walls pulsing and throbbing, begging to draw him back in, and he let out a sound mixed between a low growl and a contented sigh, and rocked his hips back into yours so firmly that your body jolted formwards,and you scrabbled to find purchase against the car, trying to hold yourself up as your clothed torso slid along the vehicle, hips slamming into it and you eyes rolling back.

“Like that, kitten?” He repeated the motion, once, twice, picking up speed with each one until you were crying out with need every time, your jaw hanging open and nothing but babble left you every time, vague sounds that resembled his name and some forms of begs for more, which he was happy to indulge you in. He was fucking into you hard, and fast, your hips slamming into the side of the vehicle each time, your loud moans of wanton pleasure called out into the open to echo along the deserted road. The thrill of getting caught, the idea that someone else may drive along these lonely roads in the late hour, the off chance someone may catch the two of you was exhilarating. You felt reckless and dangerous, adrenaline surging through your system with every time his hips met yours, the sounds of skin clapping with skin drowned out by your sobs of bliss and his grunts and growls in ecstasy. 

You took one another to new heights, the chemistry between you both making every punch of his cock into you feel like nothing anyone had ever felt before, earth shattering pleasure passing over you both each time as you became lost in the movements. Propping yourself up on your hands sweaty palms slid against the sleek surface, but you managed to hold yourself up, pushing back to meet him each time, the flurry of movements between you both making him hit deeper within you each time. 

He was right, you’d still be able to feel his phantom touch in every place that he skimmed over you, the feel of being stretched wide around his cock was only the half of it, but the intoxicating feeling of his mouth on your skin, or the seductive glide of his fingers over you in ways that made your shiver, it all served to haunt your dirtiest desires and filthiest dreams in the future.

“I’m close. Oh, fuck, I’m so close.”

“Me too, sweetheart, I know. You can cum, show me what you got. I’ll make it worth it, I promise.” He continued to whisper the sweet nothings in your ear, wrapping an arm around you from you newer and upright angle, a two fingers from his other hand slipping into you mouth in a way that had sex-sodden nostalgia rolling over you in waves. You sucked at them tightly, giving them the same treatment that you would his cock, and he knew it too, from the sound he made into your ear that was almost enough to catapult you right over the edge just from the sounds of it. 

His rhythm was growing messy, stuttering hips and erratic pulses in his movements told you he was nearing his peak too, and those spit drenched digits were pulled from your mouth with an audible ‘pop’, before soon finding a home rubbing rapid patterns into your neglected clit. The stimulation of the swollen bead was enough to finish you, a broken sob sounding out as a scream, your whole body shaking violently as one of the most powerful orgasms you'd ever had washed over your body and left you entirely wrecked. 

He came only moments after you did, higher pitched noises and cracking voice telling you that this round had ruined him in the sae was it had destroyed you, his sweaty body collapsing down over you, the fabrics of your shirts sticking to you in every patch, and he held you to him tightly, shaking and letting out praises into your ear as he tried to gain any form of clarity once again. 

You took the initiative, using shaky arms to stand yourself up, stumbling a little on legs that felt like jelly as he took a step back, pulling out of you. He caught you after your stumble, holding you to his chest in a tight hug, and you held onto him just as tightly, taking a second to gain your strength. “That was one of the best times we’ve ever had.”

He laughed against your ear, nodding and humming, before he was pulling back and tucking himself into his pants. You leaned back against the car, a dopey smile on your face and exhaustion seeping into your body, nothing but adoration and joy surrounding you. “Let's get you home, sweetheart.”

You nodded into him, but made no effort to move as you watched him fix his belt and scoop up his wallet to put it back in the back pocket of his jeans. You sighed, pushing yourself up a little and leaning down to the floor to collect your clothing, pulling your panties back on first, followed by your jeans. The material had grown cold from it’s time abandoned in the grass, sending a shiver along your spine as you searched for your boots, pulling them on one at a time and preparing yourself for the journey home. 

He made to round the car, but with a handful of his shirt, you brought him to a stop for just a second, pressing a short kiss to his lips before letting him go, and the brightness of the smile he gave you ins response for the small action was enough to make you think dawn had arrived early, lighting up your world with beautiful colour.

Mitch’s hand was in yours as soon as the car had started up again, and he was pulling it up to his mouth to press kisses along you knuckles, your head rolling to the side a little bit as the two of you pulled back out onto the road and set off on the rest of the drive, happy silence sitting between you both as your eyes drifted shut a little in the joyous atmosphere sitting between you both.

When you finally made it back to your house, you were half in and out of your sleep, and you were roused back to full consciousness by the soft squeezings of your hand, and gentle fingers running up and down your arm, shaking you into awareness delicately. You had stayed for a further fifteen minutes, sharing tender kisses with him as the two of you prolonged the time you had, sneaking around making it hard to get the kind of long moments you wanted with one another, and when you eventually pried yourself away from him, it was with dragging feet and and drooping eyes that you found yourself making you way up the garden to your home 

You had the front door unlocked and the keys back into your bag when you felt warm hands closing on your waist. Spinning you around, the face you adored so much was peering at you once again, before you were being dipped backwards by an arm around the waist and held close, a long kiss being pressed to your lips, a squeak sounding from you and dying in the connection between you as his mouth moved with your own in a passionate connection. 

When he pulled back, it was barely, your mouth still craving to be locked with his own, but you took a gasping breath, looking up at him as his eyes fluttered open.

“What was that for?”

“I wasn’t ready to let you go yet.” His confession made you heart ache for him, and you pulled him in close, wrapping yourself up in his arms, a hug that made you feel like the earth had stood still on its axis, stopped spinning for a second and pausing time so that you could enjoy this moment a little longer. “I want to take you out, on a real date, if you feel like you want that, too?”

He was giving you an out; out of the agreement, out of your feelings, out of any commitment before it got too far, but you didn't want to take it. Instead, you leaned into him a little further, pecking his cheek and rocking back onto your feet as he followed you, stepping closer to you still to keep you within his arms. “I’m free on Saturday night.”

“Saturday works perfect for me. It’ll be the best date you’ve ever been on.” You had no doubt that he’d keep his word, and you were already filling up with excitement at the prospect of it. He let out a sigh, before releasing you and stepping away, offering you a flick of his lips in a smile. “I hate having to let you go, when we scarcely even had any time at all. I don’t like leaving.”

“Then stay.”

The words had left your mouth before you could even stop them, but you didn't regret them or take them back, his eyes widening in shock, and you shrugged at him as his brows asked the silent question. 

“I just want to fall asleep with you by my side.”

“What about your parents?” He mumbled, but was already searching for the keys to his car, locking the vehicle from where it was parked on the side of the road, and you laced your fingers back with his, pulling him into the dark and quiet house, silently.

“I don’t care, I just want to be with you tonight.”

“Then I’ll stay.”

[thesolotomyhan]

Narcos México/Narcos: Dating them would include: (6/7)

real quickly mis amores! I know everyone on this fandom is in love with this king, the man, the myth, and the legend Pacho mf Herrera, so I tried my best to keep gender neutral -I know I’m really bad at that, im sorry! :( I might’ve slipped up on the NSFW part, forgive me, but I hope I did alright, enjoy! :)) 

Also, I want to thank the lovely queen @cheriehyuck for giving me inspiration on this, sorry to bother you💖 I luv u💫

Tags: ​@fandomnerd16 , @visintaes​ , @sheeshgivemeabreak​

Warnings: NSFW!

dating Pacho would be so passionate and so full of intense love, it makes my heart hurt

Su vida no está completa sin ti :(

You can’t convince me otherwise that he’s a softy for his partner, he’s able to let his guard down-

Whenever you’re not with him, he can be the most serious mf there is, he’ll be constantly clenching his jaw and  carrying a scowl on his face,,,

But, when you are with him, he’s smiling nonstop with the biggest fucking heart eyes -he’s whipped , no one can make him feel that way other than you-

There is never a dull moment with him,, he’s always making you laugh with the things he’ll whisper into your ear

Can you imagine him doing this shit in front of Miguel Angel tho?

Like the way he’ll hug you and whisper to you as he stares down Miguel, who’s already scared shitless with your appearances

It only makes Felix sweat even more when he sees you laugh as Pacho smiles down at you and back to Miguel, -

He always has his hands resting on your waist as he walks around with you with the smugest look on his face,,,

God, he doesn’t even have to introduce you to anyone because they already know who you are, like they’re already getting up to kiss your cheek and welcome you both- the power*

He’s so soft for you,  anything you need or want, he’s doing it for you with the smallest smile, no questions asked 

Like, you’ll both be at a party and then you’ll mention that you want a drink from the bar and he’s getting up so fast, he almost knocks over the whole fucking table to get you your drink

I can see Chepe roasting the shit out of Pacho for that, like

“Hijueputa, Pacho, con calma, no se va ir la cantina”

Then like Gilberto’s wise ass is cutting in like,

“Chepe, pues, son pajaritos enamorados, dejenlos, tu ya pasaste por eso”

He would get so much shit for the things he’s willing to do for you,  but if it makes you happy, then you best believe he’ll do it again.

And honestly the Cali cartel live for seeing how you just have to snap your fingers and Pacho’s already moving,

God, they listen like chismosos when you talk about your and Pacho’s relationship, they’re invested, -

Pacho is a fashion icon ™,,, so you best believe he has the best, top of the line outfits for you, :))

Taking you out for dates is one of his favorite things to do honestly,,

He’s making sure you enjoy everything he has to offer and is always surprising you with the most elegant gifts and surprises porque el amor de su vida se lo merece

God, can you imagine him bringing live musica to your dates so he can dance with you,

“Bailamos, mi amor?” -the way he’ll smile at you as he extends his hand out to you is everything

Speaking of,,, dancing dates! :D

At all hours of the day, he’s always down to take you dancing

You two are the shining stars at parties/clubs because wow- the way your bodies just turn into one with your perfect moves -

You’ll have everyone drooling at just how phenomenal you both look together, especially with the way you both look at each other, like it’s only the two of you in the room-

Pacho loves taking you on luxurious vacations, he’s all about that,, nothing beats the feeling of just getting you all to himself on a beautiful landscape, far away from Cali and business,

*Protective Pacho*,, holy shit would he take your security seriously

If someone even looks at you wrong, he’s not letting them breathe for another second longer

I can’t even imagine how protective he gets after Gilberto’s daughters wedding incident 

The world fucking stops as he walks up to your crying form,,

The way he’ll cradle your head into his neck and hug you-

“No llores, mi vida, estamos bien” - literally shaking in anger that someone almost hurt you and took you from him-

ok can you imagine the way you’ll try to stay up for him when he’s away for dirty business, making sure he came home in one piece,,

The preocupacion he has when he sees you’re still awake, “amor, que haces todavía despierta/o?”

Fuck, the way you’ll both hold eachother has me shaking,- you’ll be holding his face, making sure he isn’t hurt

As he has his hands resting on top of yours

“Estoy bien, amor” -let me go sob

But the times you accidentally do fall asleep, he’ll come up to you and softly kiss your forehead as he carefully settles in beside you- I can’t

Pacho buying you a home for the both of you-

Idk, he just wants to express how he never wants to live without you, he wants to come home to you everyday,, 🥺

I definitely see him just spacing off when he watches you, like when you’re getting ready for bed and he’s already waiting for you to come to lay next to him,,,

You feel him staring as you look over your shoulder and smile at him,,, again the softness

“Te vez magnifica/o”

The small smile he has as he pulls you on top of him- i need to stop

NSFW:

Helmer ‘Pacho’ Herrera, a fucking sex icon, here we go

I have so many scenarios, so bear with me,,

He’s not one to ever turn down a blowjob, like, wow, you his innocent flower, choking on his cock, is a sight that will never leave his memory,, 

To be honest, I can see him relaxing out on the balcony or something, with a drink in his hand,, breathing out a content sigh as he looks down at you, gagging on him as he slowly thrusts into your mouth-

Moving your hair out of your face as he smirks at you,,

“Eso, mi amor, asi me gusta que estes” -ok

The eye contact is what’s making me weak, your watery eyes locking with his dilated ones as his thrusts become more rough,,,-

GOD, does this man make sex so fucking passionate

Like, you’ll be desperately trying to take his clothes off, as he just laughs and continues to kiss you, not bothering to take your clothes off yet,,

I just know he’s taking his damn time when he gets you on the bed,slowly taking off your clothes, caressing your whole body, making you lose all your patience as your practically begging him to just fuck you, tears of frustration coming out when he stops your hips from moving,,

“Dime cuanto me necesitas, mi vida, y ya te lo meto” I-

He’s not doing anything until he has you babbling and whimpering about how much you need him-

The way he’ll harshly grip your hip as he brings your leg to wrap around his waist and places his hand around your throat when he pushes into you-

ok so I don’t see Pacho as a “love making” type, nope, I see him going in rough with no time to adjust, the lust is just too overpowering

He has you whining from how fast but so good his rough pace is making you feel-

“No que me necesitabas? No hagas eso, no llores, te estoy cuidando, mi amor”

as he’s reaching in between your bodies to stimulate you even more- oh god

He’ll get lost in the feeling of you moaning his name and leaving marks on his back as he mercilessly pounds into you

Fuck, or the way he’ll pull you by your hair when you bite down on his shoulder,, as he hastily kisses you, drowning out your moans-

Another thing that really gets him going is when he grabs both of your hands and holds them above your head with one on his hands as he pounds you into the bed-

The way you’ll arch into him because you just need to feel more of him,,

Riding Pacho- h o ly shit,,

he loves seeing how you’ll try to urgently get yourself off on top of him,

he’ll let you do all the work as he sits there and caresses your body, smirking at how your bounces become more desperate

the chuckle he lets out when your movements falter and begin to grind your hips on his instead as you  grip his hand like an anchor

“pensé que dijiste que podrías aguantar, sigue adelante, amor, sé que puedes "

As he pulls your body closer and drags his thumb to stimulate your clit,,, he’ll thrust up into you as you wrap your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself -wow

This man has no vergüenza  , he’s fucking you out in the patio or balcony where he just knows at any minute his servants can see you,, someone kick me out 

He’s had you wear only his fancy shirts at times because he lives and breathes for the sight of that,,,

I’m sorry, but he gets rock hard when he sees you walking around in his things-

Ok, so you all know that scene when he called Miguel about his cocaine shipment being ready as he revved up his motorcycle- hot

Can you imagine, instead of that, this mf would call Miguel in the middle of having you screaming his name absurdly loud-

He would have his fingers inside of you as he stares at how your trying to silently thrash on his bed, gripping his wrist, as he just talks normally to Miguel about how his 70 tons are ready,,,

He’ll curl his fingers just  to have you scream his name as he lightly chuckles-

the uncomfortness from Miguel’s end has Pacho smugly saying,

"¿qué ?, vos nunca tuviste a alguien gritando tu nombre por el placer que le das, Miguelito?” -ok

Morning Sex is thinggg

Like, it’s the best way to start the morning with you moaning out his name with the view of the hacienda through the ‘window’

You two were already naked from last night, so why not take advantage of that,,

god, can you imagine the both of you laying on your sides, facing the window, where you can barely see your reflection,,

he’s resting your leg on his inner elbow, slowly thrusting from behind you, kissing your neck,,

“Buenos dias amor, como dormistes? Hm”

His hand is traveling between your legs to help get you off quicker

he just admires how your moaning out his name, letting your head fall back on him,,

- he’ll be gradually picking up the speed of his thrusts and hand as he forces you to look at him, wanting to see how you fall apart- i need help

[writingfromkitchenator]

Gabriel ~ Wedding

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Words: 1,510

Warnings: Neutral Reader, hangover, sexual references, swearing, Gabriel is a bit of an arse in the attempt of humour, fluff

Your head was pounding and you fought your way out of bed, half falling to the ground as you made your way to the bathroom with bleary eyes.  For a moment you almost thought that you’d throw up, but it settled, so you dug through your toiletries bag for the paracetamol.

Swallowing three, you finally focused on yourself in the mirror, your nose screwing up at your dishevelled look.  A little unbalanced, you made your way to the shower, doing your best not to fall over as you undressed, and turned it on cold.

Between the drugs and the cold shower, you were feeling a lot better when you finally stepped out. Your head still hurt, but you didn’t feel as gross as you had after your intense drinking the night before.  It wasn’t often that you got a chance to spend some time alone like this, or to just let go, so while you weren’t feeling one hundred percent right now, it was absolutely worth it.

Wrapping the towel around yourself, you bundled your clothes together and stepped out, heading to your bag for some clean clothes.

It took you to start digging through your bag though, when it finally registered that there was someone else there.

Jumping, you faced the bed, only to stare as Gabriel watched you with a wide grin.

“Morning Sugarplum,” He said sweetly.  “Feeling better after your shower?”

It took you a long moment to process this, including his bare chest, the sheets still covering his lower half, before you pointed at him.  “No.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “No?”

“Yes, no.”  You frowned for a moment, shaking your head. “What the fuck Gabriel?”

“All that alcohol must have addled your brain more than I thought,” He chuckled.  “Why don’t you sit down for a moment and rest that little head of yours.”

You stared at him as if he’d grown an extra head.  “Are you serious?  This cannot be happening.  I-” As you went to move, the towel started to fall, and you just managed to catch it before it slipped.  “We did not sleep together.”

Gabriel looked at you for a moment, before looking down at himself, then back at you.  “I know I’m a little rusty, but I wouldn’t have said it was that bad.”

Heat flared through your whole body as your eyes narrowed on him.  “Don’t pull that shit on me, I’m not falling for it.  Now, why don’t you get your arse out of my bed before I pull out the holy oil and set you alight.”

He chuckled but makes no effort to move.  “I’m not pulling anything on you.  You called for me and I came.”  He smirked. “More than once.”

“That is not funny.” You growled, fingers wrapping tighter in the towel.  “You are not funny.”

Gabriel shrugged and bag of M&M’s appeared in his hands, popping a few into his mouth.  “I clearly had something going for me, I would’ve thought that that was you but-”

A furious noise left you and you started digging through your bag with one hand, haphazardly throwing out your clothes in the silent hope that you had indeed packed holy oil.

It was as you dug around that a flash of gold caught your eye on your finger, and you froze, a chill going through you as you realised what it was.

“Oh yeah,” Gabriel said lightly.  “It seems this is also now our honeymoon.  Chocolate?”

You turned slowly, staring at him, his own ring now on clear display as he offered you the bag.  “No.  Fucking. Way.”

He blinked and shrugged, eating a few more.  “Suite yourself.”

“Gabriel,” You fought to keep yourself in check, multiple emotions going through you at once.  “We.  Did not. Get married.”

Humming thoughtfully, he clicked his fingers like he had an idea.  “Ah, I thought this might happen.  Luckily, I got it all on tape.”

There was another snap of his fingers and the TV turned on to a home movie with you and Gabriel. You gaped at it for a few moments, not believing that this was actually happening, before your glare returned to him.

“Stop it.”  You said.  “I know what you’re like Gabriel and this is not funny.  You all knew that I was on vacation and there’s not a chance in hell that you would’ve come here and allowed me to do that, no matter how drunk I was.  So please, I’m practically begging you here, cut the shit.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his expression passive as he just munched away on some more of the chocolate.  Finally, he shrugged, and grinned, his fingers snapping again, the TV turning off and the rings disappearing.

“It was worth a shot,” He said lightly.  “And for the record, you did still call me.  You are a fun drunk Sugarplum.”

“And you’re an arsehole!” You shouted, grabbing the nearest item, a bible that was next to your bag, and throwing it at him.  “What the fuck were you thinking?”

Gabriel caught the book and looked at it with some amusement.  “An angel of the lord that certainly has very little to do with this. Come on Y/N, like I would do anything to seriously hurt you or upset you.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m upset now!”  You snapped. “Or are you not noticing that?”

He thinks for a long moment before he nods slowly, then holds out the M&M’s again.  “Chocolate?  Always helps me feel better.”

You turned back to your bag, letting out a string of curses, going back to looking for the holy oil, when the beeping of a phone made you freeze.  Slowly, you looked back at Gabriel and saw him on his phone, replying to a message with a smile.

“Gabriel,” You said, watching him type.  “Please tell me you haven’t been messaging people about this.”

“Only the good parts,” He said, sending you a smirk.  “Everyone’s glad you’re having fun.”

“Give me the phone.” You growled, stepping forward.

“No can do Sugarplum,” Gabriel finished his text and put his phone down.  “That’s private information that.”

“Oh, I wasn’t asking.”

You launched for the bed, foregoing the towel, and Gabriel just managed to grab it before you got it. A struggle between the two of you ensued, and after a lot of hard pokes to his ribs, he relented, the phone slipping into your hand.

Gabriel pouted as you quickly stepped away, unlocking his phone and scrolling through the messages. “That was hardly fair.”

“You owe me after all the crap you’ve pulled this morning.”  You growled, reaching the images.  “Honestly Gabriel, what made you think that this was a good idea?  And to me, of all people.”

He doesn’t answer, watching as you flicked through the images, seeing all the images of the two of you having what looked like a great time.  You were frowning the further you got into them, and eventually you met his gaze again.

“Why wouldn’t you just tell me this?”  You asked.

“Honestly?  I was pretty sure you’d be pissed either way, so I ran with it.” He said with a smile and a shrug.  “And you have joked before about getting married in Vegas before. Thought I’d live out the fantasy for you.”

You stared at him for a long moment before shaking your head with a laugh.  “You are something else, and yes, I mean that even from an angel. Did I really call you?”

Gabriel nods, leaning back against the wall.  “Yep. You were bored and wanted some entertainment, so I obliged.”

Sighing, you shake your head, throwing his phone back on the bed.  “And did we actually sleep together?”

“You tried to,” He smirked. “But I was hardly going to let you in the state you were in.”

“Uh huh,” You looked him over again.  “And the reason you’re still naked in my bed is because…”

Gabriel gives you a look over, his smirk widening.  “It’s not like we’ve never seen each other naked before, is it?  Beds are so much more comfortable when you’re naked.”

You rolled your eyes. “You really are something else Gabriel.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”  He said rather happily, throwing the sheets off and getting off the bed.  “Now, what do you say, after I’ve cleaned up, we blow this popsicle stand and go and have some breakfast.  I’m famished.”

“You’re an angel, you can snap your fingers.”  You reminded him as he headed for the bathroom.

“Yes, but believe it or not is rather nice doing things the human way occasionally.”  Gabriel shoots a grin over his shoulder.  “You can always join me?”

You shake your head, smiling, even as you take in the view, earning a wider grin from him.  “Just go and get ready Gabriel.  I’d hate for us to be delayed too much in celebrating our honeymoon.”

His laughter echoed from the bathroom as he closed the door, and you finally sighed, smiling, and going back to the task of getting dressed.

[gojology]

Teddybears and Shitty Cards.

back to homepage pairing : yuuji x gender neutral reader warnings : minor cursing, fluff wordcount : 1529 a/n : i hope i did u yuuji stans justice .. probably not but this is rlly good for my characterization :) also i thought that gojo wasn’t as well loved as megumi/yuuji/nanami etc but holy shit i thought wrong. my megumi and nanami fics got little to no attraction, or maybe i write them horribly, idk. is gojo satoru the best husbando in jjk? (the answer is yes.) also uh.. i didnt proof read this ████████████████  100% Complete. Enjoy your game.

     “Itadori!” you yell, panting, cupping your hands together around your mouth to amplify your voice. He had asked you prior to meet with you for Valentines in this particular park, most likely because it was Valentines day.        You had to admit, his selection in nice places was clearly defined. The views from the hill you and him sat upon was spectacular, you could see the city in it’s whole. This was amplified with the setting of the sun, a hazy beautiful orangey-yellow gradient was all the eye could see from up here.       It was definitely worth the walk up the steep hill, and you took a much needed seat and breather on the painted wooden bench, pulling out your water bottle you take a long swig, wiping the sweat off your brow as you did so.       You took a quick sneak peek at Yuuji, who was humming a tune, earbuds in. Shielding your eyes with your hand, you leaned closer into his shoulder. His thumbs were fumbling with something, which you now realized was a Nintendo Switch.       “Watcha playing?” you ask, breathing in his scent. Remnants of candy and baked goods filled your nose.        Yuuji didn’t say anything back, instead continuing to hum and mumble a few lyrics, lost in his own world.       It was only until you impatiently tapped at his broad shoulders to pay attention to you. He jolted up, looking left and right before finally realizing you were sitting next to him. Taking a deep breath in, he cheerfully smiled before taking one of his earbuds out.       “Hey! You came early~ are you excited to see me?” he questioned, setting his Nintendo Switch into his backpack before picking up what seemed to be a bag right next to him.      “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be, baby?” you reply back, grinning, deciding to pay no mind towards this bag. Yuuji was quite popular, especially revolving sports or something along the lines of that. Many famous coaches had said that he possessed super-human strength, and he had been showered in contracts with sport teams not long after those few words.       In return, this caused Yuuji to be insanely busy with many interviews and pelted with multiple adult-y stuff to do, which had hurt you exceptionally. It greatly hindered the relationship between you two. Weekly visits turned into monthly, and you couldn’t bare to see him drown in all his work. He was a busy guy, but yet always so carefree, and you didn’t want that carefree childish aspect of him to disappear. After all, that was something you loved about Yuuji.       He looked up at you with a reassuring beam, and you felt yourself melt under those warm eyes. “Aww, that makes me happy, (Y/N). Scratch that, you make me happy!” facing you, he gave you a quick peck on your cheek. Your heart bursts, it had been too long since you felt that specific thing, and you give him a gentle kiss back, running a hand through his fluffy hair.       “I missed you. It’s been too long since I’ve talked to you, lovebug. Schedule is jampacked. But I met some nice friends along the way, and my coach is super nice!” he rambled on, fumbling with the handles of this mysterious bag.       “Oh? How so?” trying to make conversation, you want to appear as interested as he talked about his coach, but you were focused on his outfit and how he looked in general.        He had gotten way more stronger, you noted. He was much more scrawnier when you two first started dating, and you wondered how his cuddles might feel like. Something that didn’t change though, was his horrible fashion sense. Wearing a turquoise t-shirt with a lemon yellow jacket over it, you almost winced. Yuuji dressed like a 6th grader who had their mom pick out clothes for them.        “...And he annoys the absolute shit out of his co-worker, Utahime. It’s funny! I also met this guy named Nanami and I have no idea how my coach and Nanami are friends. Nanami always looks like he’s on the verge of murdering him whenever he opens his mouth to speak! Oh and also me and my coach made Valentine cards together and I worked really hard on it and I just know you’ll like it! Also-”       “Alright, alright. That’s a mouthful.” you sang sarcastically, Yuuji awkwardly laughed and rubbed his hand against the back of his neck, looking at you like you had caught him stealing a cookie out of a jar at 12 AM.       “Sorry. I get carried away a lot.” he says, peering into the bottomless pit inside the bag. You couldn’t quite see what was inside of it.       “No, no. I think it’s cute, Yuuji-san! I didn’t forget how you acted in the span of 1 month, why would I be dating you if I thought you were annoying?” hoping this’ll knock some sense into him, you closely examine his body language for any changes, hoping that went through his mind.       You had to make sure, the guy was dumb when it came to social cues.       “Ohh, really?” he looked up, pointer finger on his chin, a confused expression covering his features. “I didn’t know, I’ll act more annoying for you then!”       Smacking your forehead, you studied your shoes, too giggly to look at him eye-to-eye. “That’s not what I meant, idiot.”       “...What did you mean then?” Yuuji quizzed, tilting his head to the side. You really couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, you’d think that all sport players would be brutes and be masculine and perhaps... Not stupid? But here you were.       “No bother.” waving your hand as a dismissal of the conversation, you instead lean towards the bag he was holding, fluttering your eyelashes. “What’s this?”       “It’s a surprise~” he responded, obviously giddy. You felt yourself soften once more, how could someone be so cute just answering a question?        “Hey, come on!” tugging on his arm, you try to yank the bag away, curiosity killing you. His grasp was firm, and he laughed as you did so, it felt good to hear him laugh like that again.         “Okay, okay! Fine. Here, go at it.” handing you the bag, you practically ripped the handles off, ecstatic to see what could possibly be waiting to be discovered.          Inside was an incredibly large teddy bear, soft. The color was almost exactly the same shade of Yuuji’s, and you squeal, hugging the plush.          “Awww! This is so cute! I woulda never believed you’re smart enough to get a good gift for me!” you joked, he caught the sarcasm this time, giving you a confident grin. He liked the compliments.          “It’s supposed to be me.” placing a hand onto his chest dramatically. “I don’t know if you realized though.”          Scoffing, you put the teddybear to the side. “Of course I’d realize! I’m not dumb, Yuuji-san!”          “Why not? We could be dumb together! Also, there’s something extra at the very bottom that I think you’d like.”          Blinking, you realized that you had completely forgotten about the bag between your legs. Looking back down and rummaging for what possibly could be there, you pull out a card.          On the front, there’s a tacky lopsided heart, made with glitter glue. It seems there are also many failed attempts of starting this large heart at the sides of it. At the top, there’s a large, “Happy Valentines Day!” in red marker that was also uneven. Underneath the heart? A stick figure drawing of you and Yuuji, which was also... Pretty horrible.         Stifling a giggle, you open the card, eyes scanning the left for anything, you turn to face the right as soon as you deem it clear. That’s where the writing is.         Dear Y/N,          I love you very much and I know I do not spend that much time with you anymore but you still make me very happy. My coach was very nice and gave me Valentines day off because he felt bad.      I had to run to the nearest drugstore to get you this teddybear, but me and Mr. Coach decorated this together! He says he’s a very good drawer and I agree. I think the drawing is very detailed. He also helped me with the heart (we picked out the color together) and we had a lot of fun decorating. He says my handwriting looks really bad (is that true?) can you please help me fix it later? :(                                                                           With a lot of love,                                                                              Your Boyfriend and Gojo Satoru (his cool coach that helped him write this, thank me later. I have no idea how you handle this guy, but God is he such an amazing kid.)      Looking back up from the card, you look at Yuuji, who is looking at you back, squeamish. Without another thought, you kiss him, soft and light ones on his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, everywhere on his face. When you finally pull away, both of you are staring at each other fondly.        “Yes, I’ll help you fix your handwriting, dummy.”         Yuuji gave you a toothy smile that he only saved for the special ones in his life.

[voidcat]

— Seijoh 4 & dom!reader

a/n: this is legit my first time writing nsfw so yea b kind pls. I was getting tired of sub!reader stuff and I’m not the most sexual person but yea have a lil dom!reader w the boys,,, as a treat,, I’d also like you all to know that Nicole enabled this... thanks for supporting the sad horn knee hours wife<3

mostly gender neutral reader but i just realized i used nicknames “miss/mistress” few times so yea

Hanamaki Takahiro:

Oh boy is he excited!.. the moment this slips out of your mouth, he is fuming, vibrating from where he’s sitting and can’t wait to get home.

He is always open to try new things. Back in the day you two tried a thing or two but you were unsure how he’d act so you downplayed often... but now that knowing you’re a dom, the things you can do with the trust you share, shit, did it get hot in here?

On random days, he’ll just go “hey babe what do you think of this?” And show you a page of strap ons, for you to choose. some days he’ll practically beg to be pegged. he loves your demanour when you’re in charge, the air within you when you’re the one in control is, comforting but each night a new adventure and he just can’t get enough of it, of you.

Probably the two of you start with a basic list of things to try and see what he is into. When it comes to spanking, you warn beforehand again and say you’ll do it only once. Holding back yourself and smacking him as lightly as you can, you watch his face for any changes. The moment your hand makes contact with his skin, he lets out a “yelp!” and you stop right there, growing worried. Instead of a face in pain, teeth clenched and brows furrowed; he has the most satisfied and flushed face, eyes half closed and glossy and mouth slightly open. “Do it again babe, but harder this time? Please?”

He probably gets on your nerves on purpose & loves it when you call him a brat or your good boy. Some days he’ll just call you to hang out at his place and when you arrive, you find him spread on the bed, touching himself, his eyes on your figure, staring right into your eyes “hope I haven’t disobeyed or crossed any lines Miss” (he’ll be pissing you off on purpose during your movie nights and let you teach him a lesson right on the couch, the counter or the table...)

Def calls you praises and names (especially titles, telling you over and over how much he loves and enjoys you, how he loves to be drowned in your presence, begging you for anything, even the tiniest bit of a kiss. 

He likes to shower together after a long night and wash each other’s hair, gently massaging your scalp and placing kisses all over your shoulders and the top of your head; whereas you gently kiss the places you’ve bitten and bruised, smothering his face with kisses.

Oikawa Tooru

This boy here, loves to act tough and all but let’s face it, he is a switch. It’s a typical Never Have I Ever game and at one point bedroom talk enters the game. He takes notes of the things you drink to, curious and you swear you catch a spark of excitement when you make it plainly obvious you’re a dom. Although that spark leaves as fast as it has appeared and you brush it off as a play of light.

That night when you return home, he practically jumps at you, a little rougher than usual and you’re sure why. Letting him pin you to the wall, hands roaming your body greedily, you let him live out the fantasy. The kisses now rough, one minute his lips on yours, the next on your neck, shoulders, collarbones... desperate to sink his teeth in and leave some marks. You think to yourself, that’s enough.

Next thing Oikawa knows, he is the one pinned to the wall, his wrists pinned above his head. With your unoccupied hand, you graze your finger lightly on his figure, jaw, neck and chest. “Someone is feisty.” he won’t tell at first but definitely got a thing for being marked and marking, and honestly? you don’t need him to tell you that.

orgasm denial!!! lots of it!! first two times you take pity on him and let him but the third time? the smug bastard is so sure you will let him come again but surprise!, as soon as you come, you leave him high and dry. he tries solving the issue by himself (which only makes things worse) after like 5 days of no orgasm on his part, he finally gets the clue, is on his... better behaviour; once you allow him to come, the days long of wait is worth the pleasure but he learns not to test you like this again. (however, this won’t stop him from disobeying you few more times just to get you to be rougher)

public teasing!! pda is already a given but you guys use remote controlled toys some days (usually you have the remote and he is the one who does his best to keep quiet) the driving and being near the edge of his climax is painful but he manages to hold himself until you two return home (or find a safe place to take care of it) and the endless wait and your cruel play with the toy’s settings is worth the wait. oikawa shivers every single time.

besides these, he likes to dress up and put on make up. and he is quite picky when it comes to lingerie the two of you wear, he checks the fabric qualities and colors beforehand, after all you only deserve the best of the best. he’ll be picking palettes to compliment your features best, loves using highlighter and always picks a dark shade of lipstick for each other; just to see how many times you’ll have to reapply until you’re both covered in its colors.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Ok so I know he has the brute facade going and everyone thinks he’s a dom but hear me out: actually quite soft switch/sub-leaning iwachan

Its a night out w the gang and during a drinking game oikawa makes a snark at you being such a dom in the streets AND in bed. to this blood rushes to Iwa’s cheeks and not many pay attention to it, bc he gets blushy easily plus he has been drinking too. but his mind? Oh he’s for sure imagining scenarios on what you could do to him.

Orgasm denial isn’t much of a thing because he’s very obedient. he’ll do his best to please you and follow your each and every word, watch your lips to hear your next words. for him, your word is law at this point... it’s almost impossible to deny him or those puppy eyes and those sweaty arms anything. He will call you ma’am, mistress, your highness, my goddess... whatever you wish and do not wish for. He loves praising you and ramble about how perfect and holy, etheral and magnificent you are.

lowkey into being tyed up, handcuffed and/or bondage. absolutely loves seeing you in full control. some days you won’t even bother to get undressed while he’s squirming under your touch fully stripped, begging for the tiniest bit of release. sometimes you’ll do the smallest gesture of taking control and he’ll be drooling, not even joking, this man LOVES IT when u take the ropes into ur hands (both metaphorically and literally) loves to lose control and wait for you to do whatever your heart desires, he wants to be what you desire.

(lowkey got a “corruption kink” too) when you two decide to shake things up a bit one day, you bring up some games, activities and kinks (mostly stuff he has only heard of) and, and he’s hard on the spot. lowkey into you wearing leather and gagging him up, his hands tied. he doesn’t mind blindfolds but watching you is so breathtaking, he even does his best to blink as little as possible. he loves it when you ride him to the point of orgasming for the 6th time that day, he’s ready to do anything for you, be your good boy and please you til world’s end.

very very good at oral too, his arms arent the only muscles he’s good at using, he loves your taste, your fingers in his mouth, his fingers in your mouth and in you. feeling your warmth however you want is enough to be content.

not something you do often but having sex in front of the mirror, seeing you in different angles drives him crazy, watching you covered in sweat, shining, panting, telling him how good you are is enough to make him drunk. but still he prefers to be chest to chest, you in his lap, riding him as he holds you to his chest, feeling your skin against his, burning with each move, rubbing against each other.

Matsukawa Issei

of all his relationships and hookups, Issei always encountered subs. few times his partners were doms, they were still submessive to him so when he finds out realizes you’re a dom, needless to say, he’s intrigued...

it kinda starts off with sex in front of a mirror one night, your back pressed against his chest, you’re riding him as his face buried in yourneck and his hands howering over you and suddenly, you grab his hands and out them at his sides, hold his chin and make him look at the mirror: “now watch hoe good i’ll be fucking you and your brains out until you won’t get a coherent sentence out.” you whisper in a low voice and do you deliver as you’ve said? but he got tricks up his sleeve too...

Most of the time, it’s rough and the fire play as well as powerplay takes most of the time. There’s always a battle for dominance, which leaves you both covered in marks and bruises. To say neither of you like it, would be unfair, especially when he disobeys you or flirts with other people beforehand, stepping on your nerves on purpose. (the quiet moans he lets out as you bite his neck, his collarbones, his earlobe, chest and thighs is an indicator if you ever need one.)

And thighs! Lots of thigh biting, massages, rubbing with fingers, or just squeezing the others head inbetween thighs is a given during oral and any foreplay that involved pecks and love bites in that area.

And as it is rough, you two always take your time, having a gentleness to jt in your own way. Be it a soft kiss out of nowhere, a certain way of bucking your hips or thrusting his hips into you. And as things are rough, it’s also when you get to let it all out, be yourself, unstrained.

Some days you’ll drop by his current job, or he’ll stop by at your place, and if he sees you in a headspace that’s too distracted, bothered or irritated by something, or just down; he’ll pick you up, wrapping your legs around him, pressing to you and nibbling on your neck and literally fuck your frustrations out. Those times he lets you take the ropes into your hands but if you’re not up for even that, he’ll take the charge on the spot, and leave clear marks to keep your mind off things for days. And in return, you’ll leave claw marks on his back, tug at his hair and press him to yourself until all you can feel is him; some days you’ll flip the both of you out of nowhere and press his head against your chest, hold his hands behind his back and guide him with your body, his muffled breathes tingling your chest, the nape of your neck and your lips; until your skins red, lips bleeding and gentle purples decorating all over you.

(and he’s a sucker for it. some days he’ll go in town to get something for you to use on him and drop at your place without a card or a name. If asked, he always denies, claiming he’d not get you things to make it easier to control him but the sight of you holding a whip and he can feel the blood rushing already, tugging at his belt and your tshirt. He hopes it’ll be just like that one time you pressed against his dick with high heels, making him beg to come.)

tags: @myelocin​ @atsumu-brainrot​

[tothemeadow]

HHGGOoOoo MAYbe (im aware its a little late to ask) KYouJuRou day 6?? all? of them? all the prompts. im very intrigued to see what you would make with him! and could it be MAybe an AFAB reader but gender neutral? if thats possible!

Day 6: angry/hate sex / hair pulling / biting

warnings: NSFW, semi-public sex, possessive behavior, slight degradation

words: 1,417

(a/n): art is not mine, (I’m sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted! I already had it written and I reread the request and I think I may have messed up ;-;)

When it comes to Kyojuro, trust is key.

Don’t doubt for a second that he doesn’t trust you; if he didn’t, you wouldn’t be wearing that band around your ring finger. It’s just that, well, he doesn’t trust others. More specifically, he doesn’t trust others around you.

And, as the crowd of strangers dance in front of him, the strobing lights reflecting off their sweaty faces, his unease is at its greatest. The two of you agreed to tag along to a nightclub with your fellow coworkers; schoolwork has been rather trying lately, and all of you need a break even if it’s just for one night. The bass of the speakers thump loudly, shake the entire building with its blasting music. Kyojuro has to keep a firm grip on his bottle if he doesn’t want it to fall off the table.

Around him, some of his closest friends and coworkers chatter and throw back their own drinks. Tengen’s laughing at something Obanai said, his entire face scrunched up. Sanemi seems to be lecturing Gyomei and Giyuu about something (Kyojuro just hopes it isn’t about some complex formula). Then there’s Kanae, Tamayo, Obanai’s girlfriend Mitsuri, and you. You’re giggling along to whatever your group is discussing. Kyojuro’s face melts into a fond smile when you catch his eye.

“Oi,” Tengen says, his snapping fingers appearing in front of Kyojuro’s face. “Over here, Romeo. We’re here to have fun.”

“And by fun, you mean black out drunk,” Obanai utters. Even so, he takes a swig of his own beer. “Remind me why I drink this shit.”

“Obanai!” Mitsuri calls out. She appears by her boyfriend’s side, a bright smile on her face. “We girls are going dancing. Do any of you guys want to join?”

Obanai physically stiffens at the proposal. “Hell no.”

“Aw,” Mitsuri says with a pout, “Sanemi’s going! If he can do it, you can too.”

Kyojuro listens in on the conversation with interest as he continues to chug at his own drink. The music changes to something bass heavy and fast – something sexy. He can see the sea of people swaying as one, partners finding each other in the crowd and grinding against one another. Immediately his eyes find you in the crowd; you’re swaying along to the music, your hips moving fluidly. His mouth waters at the little black dress you chose to wear, your legs looking longer than usual and your cleavage pushing out of the top. Your body is calling, and he’ll damned if he doesn’t answer.

A patch of white hair catches his attention, though. Sanemi slithers through the crowd, his hands landing on your shoulders. Turning to him, you two share a short conversation before you’re turning away again, although there’s a mischievous smile playing on your lips. Kyojuro’s throat turns dry as he watches Sanemi glide his hands down to your hips; he certainly doesn’t miss the way Sanemi hangs onto you in a possessive hold. The muscle in Kyojuro’s jaw ticks.

Swiftly, he takes another drink of his beer, reminding himself that you would never dream of cheating on him – especially not with a guy like Sanemi. Still, he can’t help the jealousy that makes his blood boil. It should be him out there, his hands on your hips. He nearly chokes on his beer when he watches Sanemi guide your hips back into his. Throwing your head back, you press your breasts upwards, and your arms slink back to entangle your fingers in Sanemi’s hair.

“Holy shit,” Tengen breathes. Kyojuro’s eyes snap to his friend. Tengen’s eyes are glued to you and Sanemi, though, and a wicked smirk is playing on his face. He looks way too amused for Kyojuro’s taste.

Mitsuri gasps at the scene before her. Her eyes flicker between Kyojuro and you, her hands covering her mouth. Obanai simply looks unimpressed.

“Damn, Kyojuro,” Tengen drawls as he lazily takes a sip of his drink, “does your spouse move like that in the bedroom?”

That’s it.

Slamming his bottle onto the table, he swiftly shoots up from his chair. Tengen’s cackling like a wild man as Kyojuro breaks through the crowd, shouldering his way between sweaty bodies and groping hands. Sanemi’s face is buried in the crook of your neck as he finally nears you two. Reaching out, he rips you from Sanemi’s grasp; you let out a startled shriek as you collide into his solid chest.

“Don’t you think that’s a little much, Sanemi?” Kyojuro growls. You can feel it rumble through his chest.

“No hard feelings, man,” Sanemi says, raising his hands in surrender. Kyojuro narrows his eyes at him. “Besides, I know better than to piss you off. I don’t feel like getting my ass handed to me again,” he says, muttering the last part. He cocks an eyebrow. “We’re just having fun. Right, (y/n)?”

“Y-yeah,” you sputter. You yelp as his large hand wraps around your wrist in an iron grip.

He tugs you away from Sanemi, away from the crowd. You’re left rambling apologizes as he leads you down the dimly lit hallways of the club. Shoving the door open to the bathroom, he quickly scans the surrounding area – empty. Perfect.

Pushing you forward, he slams the door shut and slides the bolt into place. Turning on his heel, he looks to you, a dark gleam in his eyes. “What was that,” he growls. It’s not a question – it’s a demand. You’re smart enough not to talk back.

���I just wanted to dance,” you tell him, your voice small.

Stepping forward, Kyojuro shoves you against a wall. His hand grasps onto your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “And you had to settle for Sanemi, huh?” He clicks his tongue in annoyance. “I don’t like that, babe.”

“I’m sorry-“

Fingers entangling in your hair, he yanks your head back, exposing the slope of your neck and the swell of your breasts. “Cockslut,” he grunts. You cry out as he surges in, his teeth sinking into the tender skin. You clutch onto his shoulders, fingers desperately clawing at the fabric of his shirt. With a growl, he shoves a thick thigh between your legs, pressing up against your pussy. “You’re not happy unless all attention’s on you, huh? I bet you were just glowing knowing that I was watching Sanemi basically dry hump you. Filthy thing.”

He rocks you against his muscular thigh, ignoring your desperate pleas. He bites you over and over, leaving imprints and bruises nearly everywhere. With a grunt, his hangs grasp onto your thighs, hiking you up around his hips. Your back rubs against the wall, dragging against the dingy tile. In quick movements, his pants are unzipped, cock springing out, and your panties are shoved to the side.

A loud groan echoes throughout the room as he stuffs his cock inside your pussy. He fucks into you at a fast, relentless pace, his hands yanking you down to meet him thrust for thrust. He holds your head back by your hair, both his lips and his teeth trailing the pounding vein.

“You’re mine, you got it?” he growls. “Everybody in this damn club is going to know who you belong to.”

“Yes, Kyojuro, yes!”

His thumb drops down between you two and seeks out your clit. A sharp cry emits from your throat as he rubs tight little circles into your sensitive nub. You keen, your back arching into him. Your velvety walls suck in his cock with each stroke; the swollen head beats against your cervix, bringing the most sinful moans from the depths of your chest.

“You wanna cum, babe?” Kyojuro snaps. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, I wanna cum so bad-“

A few more brutal thrusts send you over the edge; your entire body trembles as your orgasm washes over you. You cry out Kyojuro’s name, your walls clenching down on him even tighter. A throaty groan erupts from his throat as his thrusts turn sloppy, the wet noises of your sexes driving him absolutely insane.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so tight.”

An animalistic growl sounds in your ear and then Kyojuro’s cumming; thick, hot spurts of cum fill your insides, his cock driving it deeper in your cunt. A chorus of moans echo in the bathroom, but neither of you care.

Outside the bathroom door, Tengen snickers. He sends Sanemi a cocky grin and a thumbs-up. “Good work, dude! Kyojuro the Pussy Pounder is back in action!”

[noncanonimagines]

These Four Walls

Theo Raeken x Gender neutral reader  

Warnings: N/A  

Requested: N/A 

Prompt: N/A

Summary: You and Theo have feelings for each other it but both cover it with hostility. The Pack gets sick of your constant bickering and lock you in a room together to force you to work things out.  

Additional Notes: Oop this is my first ever imagine so I’m really nervous and excited about posting it. Please let me know what you think! Also if you like it please reblog and share with your friends to give this blog a little publicity. 

Requests are open

You should have known it was a setup. Stiles had been acting even more strange than usual and checking his phone periodically. You should have known.

And yet, you managed to fall right into his trap -- or their trap, rather: the whole pack had been in on it. Well, the whole pack with the exception of you and the bane of your existence: Theo Raeken.

You had stayed at the school after hours to support some of your fellow pack mates as they played a lacrosse game. However, afterward Stiles insisted that there was something that he needed to talk to you about alone. Why on earth you agreed to come with him to a supply closet, you weren’t quite sure. Stiles had been so insistent and you were worried that something was seriously wrong.

However, when he opened the door, Theo was standing there, and Stiles shoved you in the room from behind before locking the door behind you, and you were pissed.

You immediately turned around and began to bang on the door.

“Stiles, let me out! This isn’t funny!” you shouted.

“No!” Stiles replied. “We’re all sick of your constant arguing. You two are going to work out your issues right now. Scott and I️ will be back to check on you two later.”

“Stiles!” you yelled once more, but you could hear his footsteps walking away from the closet, indicating that you were trapped.

You turned around to face Theo, who was no more pleased than you were.

“I’m gonna kill him,” you decided.

“I’ll help,” Theo grumbled under his breath.  

Not knowing what to say next, the two of you quickly fell into an uncomfortable silence. You looked at him, noticing how he avoided making eye contact with you.

“So…” you began after a long moment of awkward silence.

“Don’t,” Theo replied, annoyed.

You shrugged.

“Trust me, out of all of the people to be stuck in a room with, you’re not my first choice,” you muttered.

He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah? And who’d you rather be stuck here with?” he asked sarcastically.

“It’s a long list,” you replied. “And it includes Satan himself.”

Theo laughed at this. It wasn’t wholesome, but sarcastic and bitter: just like him.

“I️’m not that bad,” he argued.

You rolled your eyes.

“Are you serious? You’re always an asshole to me for no reason!” you stated.

“Oh like you’re any better,” he countered.  

At that you sighed. You always covered your feelings for him with hostility, but arguing with him all the time was exhausting.

You shrugged.

“You know what? Maybe Stiles has a point,” you said.

Theo folded his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow, giving you an incredulous look.

“He locked us in a supply closet,” Theo replied.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock,” you started. You took a breath before continuing, reminding yourself that you were trying to make peace with him and not pick a fight, as difficult as it may be. “What I️ mean is that we are always fighting. So maybe we should…I don’t know…call a truce or something?”

All you got from that was enough bitter chuckle from Theo. He was so infuriating.

“God, why do you have to be like this? What did I️ ever do to make you hate me?” you shouted.

You noticed how Theo’s expression shifted as soon as you said this. His face softened and his arms fell to his sides. He appeared almost hurt, which you didn’t quite understand.

“I️ don’t hate you,” he uttered softly.

You stepped toward him.

“Then what the hell is your problem?” you asked.

“You’re my problem,” he answered, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he actually moved toward you until he was standing close enough to take your breath away.

His eyes locked into yours before his gaze flashed to your lips briefly. At this point your heart was pounding and the knowledge of the fact that the could literally hear it only made it worse.  

“What are you doing?” you finally asked, but you didn’t move away. The two of you were left frozen in your close proximity.

His hand came up near your face, but he was tentative and didn’t actually touch you. Instead he just let it hover and left you to imagine the feeling of his hand on your skin.

“I don’t know,” he finally answered. “Depends on what you want me to do.”

You took a few more breaths before speaking.

“I️ want you to kiss me,” you finally admitted.

So, he did. It was more perfect than you’d imagined, and you had imagined it. The initial contact was surprisingly soft, but then the two of you leaned in to each other more. When the two of you had been standing there, it was like you were under water holding your breath, but when he kissed you it was as if you broke the surface tension of the water and were finally coming up for air. You could tell that the feeling was mutual as he cupped your face with one hand and wrapped his other arm around your waist, taking you in as if you were his oxygen.  

You were far too caught up in feeling — the mutability of his hands reaching all over your body, his hair that you ran your fingers through, rough staggered breaths, and his lips and tongue exchanging passion with yours — that you didn’t even notice the sound of the door unlocking or swinging open.

“Holy shit!,” Stiles voice boomed, causing you and Theo to move away from each other.

Scott was standing next to him awkwardly.

“We uh…came to check on you to see if you’d worked things out,” Scott said, trying to act like he didn’t just see that. Scott’s gaze was at the floor while Stiles was staring at the two of you with wide eyes.

“They sure worked things out alright!” Stiles said.

“It’s not what it looks like!” you deflected quickly. At this point, even Scott looked at you, him and his best friend both looking at you incredulously.

“Well, go on. I️ really wanna hear how you try to explain this one,” Stiles laughed.

“Uh…there was a snake and it bit me…on my lips so Theo was sucking the venom and…” you trailed off as Theo began to laugh at your ridiculous cover story, causing you to elbow his arm.

“Okay, sure,” he said.

You sighed. Your cover had officially been blown. “Look, can you two just not tell the rest of the pack?” you asked, deciding that you at the very least wanted to talk through things with Theo first.

Scott opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of Stiles’ voice.

“Oh, I’m telling everyone."

[night-rook]

Soulmate AU | Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

                                                  ━━ 💜━━ Word Count: 4,389

Reader Type: Gender Neutral, Soulmate, 

Story Type: Soulmate AU, My Hero Academia, 

Beware:

Summary: Soulmates have cats that are a reflection of their human selves. The cat has the personality and physical traits of your soulmate. The cats are semi immortal until the you meet your soulmate. When you meet and/or accept your soulmate, the cat vanishes.

Key terms:

(Y/N) = Your name (L/N) = Your Last Name (H/C) = Hair Color (E/C) = Eye Color (F/C) = Favorite Color                                                   ━━ 💜━━ A pair of lilac eyes lazily starred as you got dressed for Yuuei. Letting out a silent yawn, the feline got up from their spot on the bed and walked up to you. They sensed you were nervous for the day, knowing fully well that you were overthinking the events. Their silk like fur brushed against your legs as you frustratedly tied your tie for the tenth time in five minutes. You looked away from your reflection and smiled down at the fluffy indigo cat. Kneeling down to their level, you ran a hair through their fur. They responded with a low raspy purr and leaned into your hand, closing their eyes as they tried to distract you from the mental bully that was your brain. They placed a paw on your wrist and buried their head into the palm of your hand. “I just hope I can prove myself. Everyone is gonna be all out and I should too, right?” You smiled as the feline placed a paw on your wrist and buried their head into the palm of your hand. You stood up and headed to the front door, only stopping to slip on your shoes. The fur ball chasing after you and stopping by your side to watch you put on your shoes. They crawled onto your lap and stopped you from continuing. Their lilac eyes stared at you for a solid minute before licking your nose with their tongue. You blinked at their small sign of affection before a smile broke across your face. “You better root for me, okay, Aster. You are going to see that your mate is the best hero!” You grinned down at the feline before heading out the door. Only to open the door once more to get another look at the lazy cat, you bowed and gave them a kiss on their head. “Thank you..” You walked out of your apartment and headed to the train station. Grabbing a small snack as you waited for the train, you looked around and only smiled at the crowds.                                                    ━━ 💜━━ Felines of all shapes and sizes were close to their humans. There are thin cats, big cats, soft cats, rough cats, ect! Their furs all different from each other while their colored eyes shined with the sun. Your world was special. Not only was there a chance to be a real life hero due to the unique ability called a “quirk”, the world had a unique system set for finding your one true partner. If you haven’t guessed it yet, the system has something to do with cats. The soulmate system has cat representatives to help you understand your destined partner. The feline has the same personality as their human counterpart so you could be able to identify your soulmate. The appearance of the cat reflects their human counterpart as well. If the human has dyed their hair, the cat’s fur will mimic them.  The soulmate cat is unlike the normal felines you would see. The uniqueness of the cat is not only the appearance and personality, but their life span. You see.. The soulmate cat is only able to live until you meet your soulmate. They are semi immortal, you could say they are demigods but that isn’t exactly it! Once you meet your soulmate, the cat will vanish from reality as it has completed their guide.                                                   ━━ 💜━━ You had been the happiest when your feline appeared during middle school after moving. Your cat is a british longhair. His fur is extremely fluffy and soft with a mysterious indigo coloring. His lilac eyes can be quite hypnotic as they lazily stare at things, especially when you go on bike rides. He enjoys going on your basket as you ride around the city to destress from classes and training. He was quite distant when he first appeared, keeping himself away from you at all costs. However, he warmed up to you over time. He sensed you were not threatening as you would approach him with caution when you would feed him or find him sleeping somewhere. Your heart fluttered when he curled up to you one late night in bed after a harsh day at school. This was a sign of acceptance due to the countless days he would stare at you with disinterest. You had an extremely hard time figuring out a name for him. His personality was just not suitable for any names you could come up with. He even hissed when you suggested a female name that meant “Lilac”. At the end of the day, you would refer to him as “Aster” which is a type of flower. The fluffy cat seemed to have enjoyed the name, so you were happy he was happy.                                                   ━━ 💜━━ The Sports Festival was in full swing! Everyone was gathering towards the stage as the classes were being called out. You were nervous as the announcements were being made. You clenched your fists tightly to prevent yourself from running away. “(L/N), what’s wrong.” someone placed a hand on your shoulder. Looking away from the angry looking blonde who walked off the stage, you came face to face with one of your classmates. His blue eyes reflected concern for a split second as he raised a brow in question. You could only nod your head while reaching up to rub your neck. “Yeah.. I just don’t know how I’m gonna do this.” you let out a shaky sigh and smiled at the blond boy. “You sure? I don’t want to lose against those 1-A simpletons with you slacking off due to silly stage fright. Honestly you can’t be a hero if you-” “Would you not bully the only person who gives you a snack during class!” Kendo punched Monome down before he could finish his sentence. She smiled empathy at you and patted your head, reassuring you that everything was going to be fine. You looked down at your hands before clenching them as a smile drew across your face. The first part of the festival is a race. Your quirk is just perfect! You could just manipulate the ground and go from there! Everyone waited for the starting call. You decided to hang back of the crowd and take deep breaths, closing your eyes for a moment. Collecting your thoughts, you hold out your hands and tense your muscles immediately at the sound of the starting gun.  “Do you folks feel that?! These beats are heavier than the club bass! What’s this?!” Present Mis commented as the stadium began to shake.  The earth below the stadium reacted to your movements. The first years were tuna fish in the small entrance way and you didn’t want to cram them in a hole. You widen your stance as the student body makes it difficult to focus on the soil weight. Gathering enough earth, you smiled widely before running up the man-made bridge you had made. Stepping onto it, you wasted no time to pull yourself upwards.  “If it isn't a class 1-B resident! (F/N) (L/N)! Her quirk, Terrakinesis. She has the ability to control any form of earth! No wonder we were shaking and rocking!” Present Mic laughed at his own joke but his mummy companion grunted in displeasure.                                                   ━━ 💜━━ You were in luck as the 1-A student froze the robot, the moment you joined the track. But the robot started to fall apart as Todoroki took to the lead. Acting quick, you formed a tunnel of your own to prevent the metal from landing on you and a few others. Unaware that the people you had saved were under the control of a quirk, you only acted as they seemed to be in a daze. Only thinking it was the overuse of their own quirks.  “How kind of you... To help an enemy out,” A smooth voice rang out within the tunnel. You looked behind you and tilted your head in question at the person who spoke. He was being held up by three people. Flashing you a lazily smirk, his lilac eyes seemed to glow in the dull setting. Your body felt weird staring at his eyes, the smirk causing a chill down your spine. Despite the shiver, he looked strangely familiar to you the longer you stared at him. You slapped your face before turning away to run out the tunnel, leaving the odd boy behind in confusion at your sudden action. His eyes looked like Aster’s! Holy shit this is intense! You mentally screamed while running down toward the next stage of the race. Coming to a complete stop, you looked at the ropes and the students struggled to cross them. You rubbed your face and started to focus on your next move. However, you start to hear mumbling right next to you. Turning your attention, you raised a brow at the fluffy green haired boy to your left. He seemed to be in his own world while talking about his ideas of crossing with the heavy metal plate in his arms “Hey. You need help crossing? You can tag with me and we can make it to the end faster!” You grinned before punching the air. The earth reacting to your movement swiftly, causing the green boy to jump in surprise. He seemed nervous but you only smiled more while continuing to build a crossing for the both of you. He smiled back as you had helped him cross over the jungle of ropes, making it easy for him since he had to carry the metal from tha robot. The both of you ran onto the next course while introducing yourself, putting a name to face. Midoriya filled you in on his plan as you both came across the minefield. “(L/N)-chan, can you help gather the mines to this spot? If we get enough, I use the plate as a guard so we can use the explosion as a boost!” You stared at the borroli boy wearily as his plan seemed to be risky since you were dealing with bombs. Exhaling a shaky breath, you nodded and started to pull the furthest mines towards you and Midoriya while he dug the closest one. While you both focused on the bomb gathering, the eerie feeling of eyes ran through your spine. The chill comes back as it causes goosebumps across your skin. “That should be enough. You ready, (L/N)-chan?” Ignoring the eerie feeling, you nodded and hopped onto Midoriya’s back while he placed the metal shield in front of him. He took a deep breath then jumped onto the pile of mines. The shock blast launched the two of you skyward and fast! You tighten your hold on the boy and close your eyes. As you were closing in on the angry blond and cold dual haired boy, Midoriya started to panic at the lack of mines. “(L/N)-chan! Help!”  Opening your eyes, you reached a hand out and forced the soil to gather mines right as Midoriya salmed the metal plate down. A second blast was made and sent you two flying forward. You both slid across the dirt trail and quickly got up to continue running towards the finish line. Midoriya took the lead with you being close behind. This is it! Aster, I hope you saw me wherever you are! You grinned as you entered through the tunnel but the enthusiasm didn’t last long. The air chilled around you as you took a step forward. The chill traveled up from your foot and crawled up to your thigh. Shivering from the sudden ice attack, you were stuck in place and forced to watch Todoroki and Bakugou rush by you. You tried to take deep breaths but the panic began to set instead. Desperation settled into your mind as you tried to break the ice on your leg. The cold solid causes pain to course through you with each impact your fist made. Your (E/C) eyes started to water up from both distress and agony reflected over them. Multiple students started to pass you while you tried to escape the ice. “Well looks like we meet again, stranger,”a deep chuckle came from behind you. “Seems to me you’re in a bit of a pickle.” If it wasn’t for the ice, your body would automatically feel the burning from his empty eyes. You turned your attention to the boy and took a good look at him. His hair was messy and flaring up in all directions, but it looked silky. You noticed his half lidded eyes are lilac with white pupils, almost hypnotic if you could say anything. But the bags under his eyes stood out against his pale complex. If you had to give him an aesthetic, he gave off a mad scientist vibe except he looked cute.. Kinda like Aster. Your eyes widen at the thought of your british longhair who might be staring out a window or laying on your pillow back at your apartment. You were distracted on comparing your soulmate cat that you didn’t notice the boy gave a command to someone else. The release from the cold brought you back to reality. Blinking you looked at the student that broke the ice and was about to thank them but they seemed to be in daze. “Consider us equal for the tunnel. I wouldn’t want to miss a chance at seeing you lose.” He chuckled once more before walking towards the finish line. Giving you a smug smirk as he passed by you. Not wasting your chance you went after him, both of you placing a spot onto the next event.                                                    ━━ 💜━━ You sighed heavily and fell to the ground. Falling face first onto the cement of the stage, you grunted from frustration and pain. You rolled onto your back and listened to Midnight give the next announcement for the event. Your body was aching due to the coldness radiation from your leg. A figure walked over to you afterwards as everyone who passed looked for partners. You recognized the neat blond hair as a smile sketched across his face. “So you actually made it! Good, you can join my team, (L/N). I can set aside the little tag team you did with the one million kid bu-” “I rather not, Neito. I’ll just be a pillar for you to copy.." you rubbed your arm nervously as his blue eyes burned through your skull. "At least we will be able to win with you on the team. You could break the ground and-" "Actually, (L/N) is going to be on my team.” The new voice broke the two apart as the purple boy made another appearance by your side. His smug smirk ever so present on his face while staring down at Neito. You blinked and looked at both males with confusion, unaware that the purple boy’s hand on your shoulder. Monoma only glared before turning away to look for someone else. Leaving you with the mysterious boy. Snapping out of your confusion, you looked at the rather tall boy and pouted a bit. “You know my name? I don’t remember telling you..” The boy raised a brow at you before his attitude shifted slightly at the way you pouted. Rubbing the back of his neck, he debuted with himself before returning to being reserved. His eyes seemed to shine an eerie shade of indigo while looking at you. Your own (e/c) pupils shook as his eyes were astonishingly identical to Aster.  “I just have a staggering sense of hearing. Besides, your quirk is powerful and it would be playing backseat to that blond,”He stared right at you. “Why not join me. You won’t be backseating with me.” “You seem-”  A velvety wave overtook your body at the response you gave. Your body shutting down as darkness coated your conscience while all sense of control was taken. The last thing your saw was the flash of concern in his violet eyes before your vision vanished.                                                   ━━ 💜━━ “In third place, Tetsute- WAIT WHAT?! It’s Team Shinsou!” Present Mic questionably  announced. “When did you come from behind?” You blink and looked in all directions. Furrowing your brows, you looked at your supposed teammates. You recognised Shoda immediately but not the tail boy. Your mind trying to comprehend what was going on despite the crowd's cheers for the remaining sixteen students. Feeling a wet sensation burning your eyes, you rubbed your eyes and grew more confused at the wetness from the sudden tears. “Wait- How did- What’s going on?” You ask as you get directed to walk away from the stadium for the short break. You sighed and smiled at the man as he handed you a candy apple. Taking a spot under a shady tree, you sat down and silently ate the sweet treat. Your troubling mind trying to recollect everything but it was coming up empty. Your brain tried and tried and tried to remember but it just couldn’t! Coming up with nothing, your frustration built up within you. Tears build up in your eyes, some spilling and trailing down your cheek. You spent years training with your mom when your quirk first appeared. She was so happy that you inherited her earth ability and even enrolled you in martial art classes to help control it. All your hard work paid off when you got accepted to Yuuei!  A low purr breaks the dark cloud around you. Opening your eyes, that you didn’t realize you had closed, a silky coat of purple fur rubbed against your cheek. The soft texture wiped away the tears that blurred your vision as the purring rang around you. “How did you get here, Aster...” Your voice is quiet and creaking from resisting breaking down. “Actually, I’m glad you’re here.. I really did try.” The feline pulled away and looked up at your redden face, his violet orbs shining with worry at you. You sniffed slightly before smiling at the cat, petting him for ressures. He immediately leaned into your touch and continued to purr. The low rumble comforts you.  The feline tilted his head at you and leaned to lick the tip of your nose. He climbed up into your arms after the announcement to gather was made. You only smiled down at the purple cat and carried him with you. You walked into the stadium to await the next event, however you were still unsettled with the results.                                                   ━━ 💜━━ The next and final event of a one on one battle. The sixteen participants were going to fight one another and the winner got to advance to the next round. However, the tail boy from earlier soon asked if he could drop out from the event. His pride had been hit due to the same reason you were frustrated over. Shoda followed shortly next after Midnight approved the request. You looked down at the floor. Aster resting on your shoulders and purring to keep you calm as you gave one last try in remembering. “Are there any more who wish to drop.” Midnight spoke as her violet eyes scanned the crowd. Raising a hand, you looked up at the female teacher, “I want to drop out of the event.” Midnight looked down at you and smiled at you. She could tell the inner confect you were going through from the firmness of your words and noticed the soulmate cat on your shoulders. She saw how curled his body was around you, knowing easily that you had been deep in thought.                                                   ━━ 💜━━ You sat at the stands with the rest of your class. Your classmates noticed the purple feline on your shoulder. The females all called him cute and tried to pet him, but Aster hissed at them even getting close to him. “Sorry guys. He’s not a big fan-” You stopped as the weight on your shoulder disappeared. Aster had jumped off your shoulders and onto the railing. His violet eyes intensely stared at the boy who walked onto the arena. You stared at the cat and followed at the direction he was focused at. At the sight of hair alone, you shot up from your seat and gripped tightly onto the railing Aster sat on. That boy. That boy who helped you on the race! He was your soulmate... You took a glance at the feline next to you and heard the low rumble as clear as day. Looking back at the fight between Midoriya and Shinso. Your heart began to race at the scene.  His words echoed with anger. His posture went from indifferent due to nearly winning to disheartening the moment Midoriya broke the trance. You saw the irrational movements and the desperation as he shoved back. Aster's lilac eyes reflected the despair that the purple boy had when Midoriya won. You reached towards the feline and held him close to you as the crowd cheered. "Take me to him.. Shinso Hitoshi." You whispered to the soulmate guide. The name sparked the instincts the feline had. His fur seemed to have fuzz up before jumping from your arms. The small creature ran out the Class 1-B stands without a moment wasted. Smiling, you chased right after him.

Your rushing steps echoed through the empty hallways as you followed the running purple fur ball. Your soulmate was just on the other side!                                                   ━━ 💜━━

"Oh, kitten. Why did you come here?" Shinso lifted the (c/f) cat as they had waited for him at the entrance. He remembered keeping the feline in their carrier before the start of the competition. Even asking his teacher to look after them in case of any problems. To say the feline isn’t spoilt is an understatement. Shinso had bought the (f/c) carrier after his soulmate cat appeared, not wanting to go a day without them. Especially through the hell that was rumors about his quirk. They were his support. He always seeked them out when he got home after a troubling day. Cuddling them close to him and forgetting all about the day. Their gentle purring music to his ears and giving him a moment of bliss.  He had a feeling that today was going to be a stressful time and he was correct. Kitten must have escaped the carrier and found their way to the stage entrance. They knew he was in distress and came to him. They immediately started to purr softly at him and nuzzle their small head against his cheek as they brought him back to reality. The light sound eased his aching heart. They were trying to comfort him after a crushing defeat from the crazed broccoli haired boy.  Shinso smiled at their comforting affection. He ran his hand through their smooth fur coat as he walked to watch the rest of the matches. The shining (h/c) fur reminds him of the earth student from the race and calvay fight. He chuckled to himself at the odd possibility that (L/N) from class 1-B being his soulmate cat’s human self. "I only hope you don't think I'm pathetic. I tried to win so you wouldn't think your soulmate with a villain quirk was.. was just that.." he spoke to them while they purred against his chest. "Your support is all I have left." As he walked towards the stands, his feline head shot up and their purring came to a stop. Jumping out from his arms, the feline ran in the other direction. The boy stared at the fleeing cat before realizing what was going on. His soulmate was here! They were in the stadium and looking for him! Shinso clenched his fists before following the feline.                                                   ━━ 💜━━ Both students ran from opposite ends, closing in on one another. Their soulmate guides led the chase for them to meet. Their fur coats glow as the distance lessens, both their heart beats increasing as they drew near. The chase soon comes to an end as the felines meet, curling up against each other. The purring from both cats grew in sound. Your (e/c) eyes glued on them as the warmth radiates from their small bodies. Both of you trying to catch your breaths after running what felt like two hundred miles. You were the first to recover and straighten up. Looking up, you focused your attention to the boy who had brainwashed you. Shinso looked up at you. His eyes confused as to why you, the girl who he used, would seek him out. Sure you just discovered your destined partner but you had to be rational enough to know. He had used you to win! His own soulmate was a victim to his quirk that he tried to prove wasn't villainous. His heart ached at the thought. Too ashamed of himself to face you, He looked away from you. Your support was all he had left, but he ruined it. He ruined his chance!  Clenching his fists over his heart, he closed his eyes and waited for the harsh rejected. "I'm sorry.. I didn't know. If I had known then- you could have- I'm sorry." He tried to apologize, but his voice betrayed him as it broke his words. However, you turned his head back by placing a hand on his cheek. Your smile never fell as your thumb rubbed his pale skin. "Don't worry about it.. You were amazing out there and that quirk of yours.. Yuuei didn't know the gem that hid in general studies until now." Reaching down, you gently and carefully hold his hand. You bring his hand up and cup it between both your hands before giving his knuckles a light kiss. His eyes staring at you curiously at the warm affection you were displaying.  "I'm (F/N) (L/N). It's nice to finally meet you, Soulmate." You smiled at him. He let out a quiet chuckle before smiling back at you, “I’m glad to meet you too.. I’m Hitoshi Shinso.” Both felines starred up at their human counterparts before looking at one another. Leaning close to each other, the guides’ bodies slowly fade away. Their eyes looking up at the two students once more before vanishing completely.                                                    ━━ 💜━━

[forever-rogue]

Concept for a possible Dyn Jarren x reader?? Reader and mando are in prison or being held captive and reader just totally pulls a Rey and uses a Jedi mind trick to get guard to release them and reader is confused about her new found force abilities but also ready to kick ass and Dyn is just in awe

I really like this idea and just kind of it took and ran with it. I hope you guys enjoy!

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“So are you like a real Mandalorian?”

“What do you think?” his snarky response came followed by a heavy sigh, and despite the helmet, you could tell he was rolling his eyes. You had been stuck in the small holding cell with him for several hours and he hadn’t uttered more than a one or two word response to anything you’d said or asked him.

“I dunno,” you shrugged your shoulders innocently, “part of me thinks yes, obviously, since you’re wearing the armor and everything.”

“Then you should go with that for an answer-”

“But,” you interrupted him, tilted your head, a smirk on your face, “part of me thinks no since you’ve gotten yourself looked up in here. Aren’t Mandalorians supposed to be talented and skilled warriors? Either the standards for Mandalorians these days are very low or you’re a very bad representation of your people.”

“Do you ever shut up?” was his only response and you realized you had gotten under his skin. Whatever skin he had under the full suit of armor; not a single inch was exposed, no stray lock of hair peeking out from the helmet. You wondered what he looked under there…was he handsome? Rugged and worn out from years of battle? Was he young? Was he battle-scarred? You had so many questions for him, feeling yourself drawn to him for whatever reason.

“Not really,” you admitted, shooting him a wink to try and get some sort of reaction out of him. he had seemed so stern and stubborn the entire time, “kind of what got me here in the first place. You’d think I would have learned at some point, but my mother always did say my mouth would be the death of me.”

“It appears so,” was there a tone of bemusement in his voice? You leaned back against the cell wall and tucked your legs under you, watching as a few droids walked by. There was a beat of silence as the Mandalorian shifted in his seat, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, “what do you do?”

“Afraid that’s classified,” you said and he made a small sound that was akin to of course, “let’s just say I’m a spy of sorts. Nothing too exciting. At least not as exciting as being a bounty hunter. I assume you’re the one that the Bounty Hunter’s Guild is looking for?”

“Might be,” he answered as he turned his head towards.

“Figured as much,” you heard some footsteps approaching the cell and got up, almost running to the front of the cell. You turned back to him, “you don’t see many of your kind these days. It’s almost refreshing.”

“Oh?”

“I’m from Mandalore too,” you explained, “well, at least I was. But that was a long time ago. I don’t really belong anywhere anymore. I suppose neither of us do anymore.”

“You’re from Mandalore?” that had piqued his interested and he moved closer to you as you just nodded, “what’s your name?”

“No one,” you said quietly, putting your finger to your lips as the footsteps stopped near your cell, “hey, hi, hello! Perhaps you can spare this poor prisoner a moment of your time?”

“What do you want?” the guard came over, his voice gruff and annoyed, and you wondered if you were doing the right thing, “we’ve got real business to attend to.”

“Umm,” you could feel the Mandalorian’s eyes glued to your back as you suddenly realized you didn’t really have a plan. You didn’t really think you’d get this far, but you weren’t about to back down. You narrowed your eyes at him and stated simply, “you’re going to open the door.”

“I’m going to what?” he asked, and you were unsure if he actually wanted you to repeat the question or if he was just so amazed that you’d even make the demand. You swallowed the lump in your throat, and nodded.

“You’re going to open the door,” you repeated as you stared him dead in his cold, steely eyes. A sort of trance-like look crossed his face as he reached into his pocket. Was it actually working? You decided to push it further, “and then you’re going to let us go and get inside the cell.”

There was a snort of laughter from behind you as he watched you attempt to negotiate, sure that you were just setting yourself up for failure, but you cast a quick glance at him, letting him know to shut up.

The guard was still for a few moments before he nodded and repeated after you in a dead pan voice, “I will open the door and let you go, and I will get inside the cell.”

“Y-yes, exactly,” your heart was beating wildly as you got a step back, waiting for something, anything really, to happen. The guard punched some sort of code to the cell door and it quickly opened, you let out a long breath that you had been holding in.

He stepped inside and you took the opportunity and stepped into the freedom of the hallway. The Mandalorian didn’t know what was going on, just as confused as you were, but he quickly followed after you. Before sealing the door, you stepped back in and held out your had, “you will give me your blasters.”

“I will give you my blasters,” he reached into his holsters and handed you both of his blasters, and you quickly clipped one onto your belt and handed the other to the Mandalorian. Once he was sat down in the space you had previously occupied, you sealed the door back up and took a step back, trying to comprehend what had just occurred.

“How did you…do that?” you turned back to face the warrior that loomed over you, and you just shook your head, stunned as much as him that your crazy little plan had worked.

“I have no clue,” you admitted, “I just wanted to try something. I’ve done it a few times in the past, but it’s never worked this well before. I just assumed I was good at negotiating. I dunno.”

“Are you…” he trailed off as you grabbed his hand and dragged him along with you. You didn’t have much time to waste, you were positive of that fact, and wanted to make a quick getaway, “hey!”

“Come on Mando,” you whispered as you checked to make sure the coast was clear, “we’ve got to move fast if we’re going to get out of this stupid prison without anyone finding us.”

“Why are you helping me?” his voice was more gentle than you thought was possible, “you don’t know even know me.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you said, shoving him against the wall as a pair of mouse droids rolled by, “I know you’re not a bad person, and I know that neither of us should be locked up. You can stay behind if you want…”

“Not a chance,” he responded, stepping past you and taking the lead, “I’ve got it from here. The path out isn’t too complicated, let’s go kid.”

“Y/N,” you told him as you trailed after him, almost struggling to keep up with his long strides, “my name’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated the name, deciding that he liked how it sounded and thought it suited you perfectly. It was familiar, and he tried to remember who else he had known with that name…he’d heard it before, but couldn’t place it.

He was about to say something else, but pulled on his sleeve in a silent attempt to stop him. He turned to you and shook your head and pointed down the hall, where a few guards were coming your way. They hadn’t noticed you just yet, but you knew you couldn’t let them go; they’d discover your whereabouts and alert the whole base, which would make it almost impossible to get out.

“I’ve got this,” you said quietly, leaving his side and strolling over to them. They looked at you with shock on their faces when they realized who you were, blasters raised at your face. You flinched internally, but kept your face neutral, “hi, I bet you’re all wondering why I’m here-”

“How did you get out?” one of them asked immediately.

“Well, you see it’s a actually a pretty funny story,” you said as they leaned into you, but instead of finishing your thought, you raised both of your hands and grabbed two of the blasters and kneed the third in the groin, catching them all off guard. You struck them with the blasters, knocking them unconscious, but letting them live before skipping back over to the Mandalorian, who had been silently watching you in a sense of awe and wonder. You had him another of the blasters, “they’ll be out for a while, but they’ll be fine.”

“You didn’t kill them,” he wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement and you nodded, “why?”

“Why kill them?” you asked in response, “they’re not the bad guys, they just happen to be in our way. There’s no reason to kill them.”

“You’ve never killed?”

“I didn’t say that,” you said as he stopped and observed you intently. Deciding to take the lead again, you motioned for him to follow you, knowing you were only a few minutes away from freedom, “come on Mando, I’d almost think you wanted to stay with slowly you’re moving.”

“I’d rather be in a lot of places,” he said and you just laughed at his words. There was a certain way he spoke, how a sigh seemed to be laced into his words whenever he was distraught or annoyed, that endeared him to you. He almost seemed like an old friend, and in some ways you were already going to miss him when you parted ways.

“Let’s go then,” you insisted, “freedom awaits.”

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After a short while longer of working your way through the maze of the prison, you ended up at the entrance, bursting out in the brilliant sunshine of the afternoon. There was nothing but brush and trees around surrounding you, and it was a welcome change from the prison’s metallic walls.

“Holy shit,” you said, relaxing slightly as you stretched and let the sun warm your body, “I can’t believe we actually made it out. I never thought that would work.”

“What was your Plan B?” he asked as you watched you curiously.

“Plan B?” you giggled, “there was no Plan B. I was just going to try what we did, and if that didn’t work then…well, I would try to go out fighting.”

“Where will you go now?” he asked and you shrugged. You doubted you could go back to the group you worked with, at least not without compromising them, and you didn’t want to needlessly put them in danger. You weren’t sure where you’d go, but you could figure it out, you always did.

“I dunno,” you admitted, “my face is plain so I can blend in well. Maybe for now I’ll travel around, just to make sure no one’s after me. I’m pretty sure I’ve been presumed dead by others anyway.”

“Oh,” he was stoic again, trying to search for the right words.

“What about you, Mando?”

“I don’t know either,” he answered, “but I’ve got to get back to my ship, there’s some precious cargo on there.”

“The Child,” you answered and he nodded, not surprised that his reputation preceded him, or that you knew exactly what was going on.

“Yes,” he said, hanging his head for a moment before turning back to you, “do you…well…”

“You should get going…”

“Yeah,” he agreed, and he didn’t seem eager to part ways with you just yet, “I could…if you were interested….use someone of your talents…”

“Are you asking me if I want to come with you?” you asked, a bemused smirk on your face as he nodded, “I mean…I guess that could be interesting…and I want to see this Child. Maybe I could teach you a thing or two.”

“Me? Very funny.”

“What should I call you then?” you asked as he started to lead the way back to his ship, hot on his heels, “Mando? Does that work?”

“It’s what most people call me,” he answered, and then he paused for a moment, “but you, and only you, can call me Din.”

“Din,” you repeated, stopping dead in your tracks, you knew that name. You knew the man in front of you, or at least the boy he had once been, “Din Djarin?”

He came to a complete stop as he turned around and faced you, “how did you know that?”

“We…we know each other,” you answered, trying to contain your excitement that you were possibly being reunited with your childhood best friend, “Din, I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Y/N L/N,” he repeated and it suddenly clicked in his mind. He had known you, he had known you long ago, and in another life almost, “it’s been…years.”

Before you could say anything else, he threw his arms around you and engulfed you in a tight hug against his armored body. It only took a moment before you returned the hug, burying your face in the soft cloth that covered his neck, holding back tears. It had been so long before you had seen him, or anyone else from your home, let alone experience actual human contact.

He slowly let go out of you before moving his helmet, pausing as he debated taking it off. You grabbed of his wrists and shook your head, “you don’t have to…I know it is the way.”

But he shook his head as you dropped your hand and ever so slowly removed the helmet he had so rarely taken off since he had dawned it. As soon as he took it off, he shook out his dark locks before looking at you, the same boy you had known grown into a handsome man. You just grinned at each other for a few moments, soaking in the moment of actually being together again; you never though you’d see him ever again, especially not in this lifetime.

“Din!”