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shadowdaddies · 7 months

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hi! i firstly wanted to tell you how much i love your writing and how perfectly you write every character. you’re so talented😊

i was wondering if you could write an eris x reader where it’s at the high lord meeting or some other big event and reader is part of the night court, maybe related to one of them, but mated to Eris and nobody knows. maybe something happens like Beron insults her or one of the Inner Circle insults him and they accidentally reveal the bond by getting protective? it can have like soft, comforting smut as well if you’d like but either way, i trust you completely :)

thank you so much! you are so kind, this ask made my day. and I love this prompt, I had a lot of fun writing this💜

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Eris x Reader

warnings: none

Shoulders rolled back, you schooled your features into your practiced Night Court facade. A deadly glimmer shone in your eye, confident smirk on your lips as you followed you High Lord and Lady into the chambers where the other High Lords were gathered.

Heart pounded, nostrils flaring slightly the moment you entered the room, your mate’s presence intoxicating despite your best efforts to ignore him. Like a moth to the flame, you allowed your gaze to flick to Eris’s as you took your place across him at the long table, each of you standing behind your High Lords.

Amber eyes were already focused on you, Eris’s eyes raking over you as though he were sizing up an unworthy opponent. But behind his piercing glare, Eris sending a wave of admiration and encouragement down the bond.

You flashed him a cocky smirk, appearing taunting to everyone else around you, all the while sending him your own love as you leaned against the wall, arms crossed as you looked down your nose at Beron.

Azriel grew tense at your side, your hand finding your friend’s arm to give a comforting squeeze, internal satisfaction seeping through you at the confirmation that the tonic had worked. Unwilling to take any chances of your hidden mateship being discovered, you and Eris had each taken a tonic to dilute the scent of the mating bond - but you had never tested it until now.

While Azriel relaxed next to you, Beron’s murky brown eyes stayed trained on you, his gaze assessing in a different way as Rhys introduced you to the room.

“This is my Military Advisor. She will be explaining our strategy against Hybern moving forward,” Rhys drawled, a lazy smirk settling over his features, violet eyes alight with challenge as Beron and Tamlin visibly tensed.

You stepped forward, hands clasped in front of you, nodding a polite greeting to the High Lords as you prepared to lay out your proposal for a joined strategic effort.

You’d hardly opened your mouth when Beron guffawed, allowing himself a loud, mocking laugh through his sneer. He did not address you, not Feyre, instead looking to Rhysand.

“You think that I care what proposal some young, lowborn female has to offer? Surely, Rhysand, things cannot be going so poorly for you in the Night Court that you’ve resorted to such sad excuses for leadership and guidance.”

Rhys’s power rolled off of him in dark waves, cutting off Beron before he could continue further. But it was too late. Eris’s eyes were glowing with barely contained fury, flames sparking at his fingertips as his gaze flicked between his father and you.

Azriel tracked Eris’s reaction as well, the Illyrian’s siphons glowing a bright cobalt as he misjudged your mate’s protective instincts as a threat. Wings twitched, your only hint before Azriel lunged across the table towards Eris.

Time seemed to slow as your adrenaline kicked in, hand flying for the collar of Azriel’s leathers as you pulled him back. Hazel eyes found yours, the spymaster uncharacteristically startled by the feral anger that left your entire body shaking. “Do not touch my mate,” you growled before you could register the words.

Gasps sounded throughout the room, Azriel’s jaw slack while he relaxed, nodding at you in understanding. You flashed him an apologetic smile before turning to face the rest of the room, bracing yourself to stand against Beron’s wrath.

Instead, a frightful smile spread fully across the High Lord of Autumn’s face, a wicked gleam in his eye as his eyes roamed over your body in a far different light than earlier. “Well, my son, it seems that you have more interests in the Night Court than I’d gathered.”

The tension grew unbearably thick, Autumn and Night Courts poised to jump at each others’ throats in the blink of an eye.

But it was Helion who cleaved the silence like a spell, the rich timbre of his voice blanketing the room in a sense of calm. “How wonderful that two Courts so often at odds with each other would find the greatest common ground, love.” The wink he sent your way before continuing sending a furious blush over your cheeks, “but I would love to continue the conversation which so many have journeyed here for, if our lovely Military Advisor would continue.”

No one dared to question the High Lord of Day, settling in as you spoke. Leaving the meeting, you felt surprisingly optimistic from the High Lords’ reactions to your plan, Feyre and Rhys encouraging you that you would debrief further in the morning. You didn’t miss the pointed look that Rhys gave you - one that would strike fear into most anyone - indicating the debrief would include divulging of information from you about the mating bond.

Bidding them good night, you turned on your heel towards the room in which you were staying, shoulders slumped as exhaustion and anxiety weighed you down. You shouldered the door open, thinking of your mate as you stumbled through. You had wanted to see him more than anything, but after the Inner Circle’s reaction tonight, you didn’t dare seek Eris out.

Spinning around, you locked the door behind you, letting your head rest against the wood as you sighed, mind reeling with the potential ramifications of that meeting.

“Something on your mind?” a familiar voice purred from behind you, your spirits instantly lifting as you turned to see Eris’s red hair glowing in the dim faelight. A feline grin graced his lips as the Autumn Lord sprung gracefully from the bed, the smell of cinnamon invading your senses as he strode closer.

“Are you alright?” you whispered, hand finding his sharp jawline as you searched whiskey eyes for any sign of worry. Eris simply chuckled, mirthful gaze set on you as he tilted his head into your palm.

Tongue flicked out against the skin there, to be swallowed by a warm, lingering kiss that sent shivers down your spine. “I am just fine, my love. I am assessing my father’s stance on us, and will adjust my plans accordingly. For now, all I want is to be with you.”

His eyes were soft at the admission, unguarded emotion that he only allowed to you see giving you the peace you needed. “I’m all yours,” you promised, pulling your mate in for a searing kiss before you led him towards the bed.

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tealvenetianmask · 2 months

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Hell's Belles and who Millie is in her relationships:

Hell’s Belles is light and cute, and the reaction I saw the most was people getting all heart-eyed over Sallie Mae, and she deserved all the love. But I think the short also gives us some real insights into Millie that people tend to overlook. And I think that’s relevant with Ghostfuckers coming up, where presumably (hopefully!) we'll learn more about her internal world and her friendship with Blitz.

So what new information did we learn about our girl?

For one thing, it's clear that Millie and Sallie Mae are very close in age and their brothers are significantly younger.

They ran things around the farm together and hung out all the time, probably throughout their childhoods. But I also have a hunch that Millie is the oldest- it’s just a hunch- no proof.

I think it’s because Sallie is so shaken up by her absence . . .

And also because of what we know about Millie's relationship with Moxxie. During most of the M&M centric arcs, she plays a supportive or protective role, rescuing her husband when he's in danger, comforting him when he's upset, and yes, giving him a reality check when he needs it.

In Unhappy Campers, we see that Millie believes her needs (to be supported in turn and celebrated for being her fantastic self) are neglected. A lot of youtube reactors were surprised, but I think it makes perfect sense.

This is a character with "eldest daughter syndrome," which means that she was raised to take on responsibility for others. She instinctively puts herself second and rarely thinks about it, until she realizes that her own needs are being neglected.

I think that even if Millie is the second-oldest, this still stands- I think she was the caretaker sibling, the most supportive, empathetic, and self-assured one. This is a good thing. Maybe she supported Sallie Mae through her transition. Maybe she made sure that the younger kids were taken care of and that all of the work around the farm was complete. I picture her doing all of this with the enthusiasm and joy that she brings to . . . you know . . . slaughtering dozens of enemies in one go.

I think we're seeing growth in Millie with regard to prioritizing her own needs in her relationships, even if a lot of that growth is happening in the background. In Hell's Belles, she tells Sallie Mae that their relationship is a priority without taking on all of the responsibility for that relationship herself.

So . . . we don't know much about how the friendship between Millie and Blitz started, but here's what I think based on what we know about their characters individually and the interactions we've seen.

Millie is super easygoing around Blitz and pretty tolerant of his quirky *cough- super invasive* behavior. She even plays into/encourages his sillier antics pretty often, and just generally seems to trust him as a leader/friend, and he admires her work in turn.

I think there's more to it. I think she's seen Blitz in some really dark places- did they meet in their early assassin days? Like, when Blitz was right out of his relationship with Verosika and reinventing himself?

I think that from what we know about the role Millie plays in her relationships, she was probably supportive at a time when Blitz really needed someone to be. (As for how this works with the timeline of when they each met Moxxie, maybe we'll find out!)

Anyway, I'm excited for Ghostfuckers and wish it weren't so far away. I like that it looks like there'll be some focus on Millie, and I hope we see her strengths on display (because that's always great) but also see some more of her depth. I don't think it's bad at all for her to be a caretaking/supportive friend, sister, and partner. But I guess my main message is- even though those are great things about her, she's more than that, so let's not overlook this awesome lady.

#Georgia Dow said in a video a while back that Millie is the most emotionally intelligent character #And given her competition . . . well yeah #helluva boss #helluva boss millie #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss moxxie #helluva boss sallie mae #ghostfuckers #helluva boss ghostfuckers #blitzo #blitz #millie #moxxie #sallie mae #my helluva meta #m&m #m&m helluva boss #The Millie essay that no one asked for but you're sure getting

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 2 years

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By popular demand (hi Nawy) I’m making a separate post for that bit on the latest Chuuya post that I cut out about Chuuya’s relation to emotional vulnerability, and how fics exploring this could be really nice. (For clarity, I cut it out because I didn’t think it flowed with the rest of the post, even if it is related to it.)

“There is a part of Chuuya that wants to be treated kindly without expectations - real friendship, an equal dynamic. It's notable in the particular moments that actually endear him to a person - the Flags going out of their way to give him information about his past simply because they're his friends, Adam trying to cheer him up by giving him hope about finding out his identity from N, whatever happened to result in his unshakeable trust in Dazai. You could even make an argument for the way he frantically and instinctively reached out to hold his own younger, weaker clone self in his arms as he died. I keep thinking about @originalaccountname’s desire to see more fics that focus on Chuuya receiving care and allowing himself to not have to always be the strong one. I'd like to see this too tbh, but not just because Chuuya deserves to feel comfortable enough to open up these vulnerabilities - but also because the entire notion of such a thing would be deeply conflicting to him, I believe, and that could make for some intriguing character study.

See, that no-strings kindness runs completely counter to the self-concept he has and that image of himself he's built up as "the one who does the protecting". Favours are no problem, because those don't dig into his inner self and can be easily repaid. But when it comes to more personally meaningful gestures, he's not great at accepting them, and tends to respond in one of two ways: getting defensive and looking for the "trap" or "catch", or briefly reacting with gaping surprise or muted happiness before immediately bottling that up with feigned irritation or indifference. I'm of the mind that it would take a long time to get him to the point where he could accept personally meaningful kind gestures and, god forbid, anything to do with emotional support, because in the end, it seems like he has a much easier time taking betrayal and pain in stride than acts of care. Chuuya expects danger. Kindness without expectation towards his person appears to be more shocking.”

A lot of the fics I’ve been working on involve tackling this particular contradictory aspect of Chuuya, but unfortunately they are all wips and for some reason do not write themselves. I highly encourage anyone who likes doing character study type pieces or just likes to see their favourite characters get some affection to play with this concept a bit. There’s a lot there to work and play with!

#also nawy you mentioned you had arguments about this - feel free to add because I’d love to see them!#bsd #bsd fic #bsd chuuya #bsd meta #storyrambles

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fangirlingpuggle · 11 days

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I had an idea for an AU of your "the twins are bill and Fords kids AU"

So bill finds out about the kids before they hatch(?) a bit of time before it happens in your AU Bill basically kind of just remembers "oh shit I did that with Ford I should see if it actually worked"

and then he hatches(?) them and takes them and at first because it's a ✨manipulation opportunity✨ but then oh no at least some parental instinct has emerged as he takes care of them because they're his and they're wonderful

And as they grow they develop personalities and Mabel oh how she reminds Bill so much of himself the little creature of chaos she is

And Dipper reminds him of Ford (and himself too) with that insatiable hunger for knowledge to see the secrets the universe has to offer

(And when Mabel starts becoming a bit boy crazy Bill just tells her that when she's a bit older he'll let her start her own cult)

And instead of creating things with glitter Mable creates things with the stardust her dad stole from the sky when she wanted to bedazzle her scrapbook (and also glitter because it is an item that breeds chaos and that is something Bill approves of)

And Dipper has a journal that never runs out of pages where he writes down the secrets and stories of the universe (both freely given and stolen by Bill)

And they are Bills children because how could they not be they are so fundamentally weird these nigh impossible creations that were made in a drunken haze a combination of magic and science that somehow breaks the laws of both

And Bill dreams of how when the time finally comes he shall finally bring Weirdmageddon

and he'll give them like a 10th of the planet where they can do whatever they want (because he may be a parent but he still likes to party and also doesn't want his kids to accidentally eat some hard drugs so it's basically a dedicated area for the kids where he doesn't have to worry about them too much because sometimes you just need a little you time okay!!!)

And getting back on track with the original plan surely when Ford meets the kids surely he'll at least love them as much as Bill and they can finally play one big happy Family ruling the world together

[In the meantime Ford had no idea any of this was happening didn't even know he had kids so imagine his surprise on Weirdmageddon

(Should Ford even trust these children they are Bills kids not to mention the fact that he's the one who raised them

a part of Ford wants to protect these kids another part of him thinks that Bills spawn shouldn't be trusted shouldn't exist)]

Anyway do you like my idea do you have anything you'd like to add (please say you like it 🥺🥺🥺)

(I just thought this would be a fun AU for your AU I got a bit inspired do you like it? you better like it because you have infected my brain with your ideas it's time I returned a favor with mine)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!

Bill being so ready to use these kids as pawns and then he sees them and his heart instantly melts and 'I have only had these 2 for a moment and if anything happens to them I will burn the worlds down to the ground'

Him telling Mabel she can start her own cult is hilarious!

Dipper being like him fascinated by things out of his reach like the stars were for Bill and Bill encouraging him and making sure he can get all knowledge he wants.

Them breaking both magic and science is just perfection.

Bill giving hids a part of the world to have fun and sew their own chaos so he can have some me time, 'Ok kiddos go and do some destruction Dad is going to hang out with some friends and make a throne of human suffering ok'

OHH Ford's reaction to them is brilliant him being torn between wanting to protect his kids, but also these kids are Bill's and like him and raised by him. Probably twisted and manipulated by him and what if these kids are a trick a trap just a manipulation... he'd be in full paranoia mode.

This is so awesome!

#gravity falls #gf #au #fic prompt #the twins are bill and ford's kids #prism pines #billford #bill cipher #dipper pines #mabel pines #euclid dipper #euclid mabel #demon dipper #demon mabel #ford pines #stanford pines #bill x ford #bill x stanford #Bill raised the twins

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darkcomets · 2 months

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God I was not ready for that 😭

MAJOR SPOILERS LOL

BAKUGO’S DEATH HAD NO RIGHT BEING THAT GOOD, GOD DAMMIT-

Boy don’t I love seeing my favourite character die

I love his character and development, and while I know that he’s coming back, I’m still crying over this. Well done MHA, you’ve officially broken me for life

Bakugo started off as an absolute asshole of a kid, a product of society. Because of his quirk, he was always complimented and encouraged by his classmates, which helped inflate his ego. He was bratty and aggressive, mainly thinking of himself, constantly trying to beat down Midoriya because of his own insecurities.

But because of the newer environment at UA and all of the villain attacks and events that forces high schoolers into situations they shouldn’t have to handle yet, Bakugo has been forced to see that he isn’t the strongest person around, and that he isn’t the centre of the world. A fact that he eventually has to accept. And we can see that it works. Bakugo and Midoriya’s relationship throughout the series is one of the most important ones (in my opinion) for both of their characters and perhaps the storyline too. It starts off with a bully and victim, two people who have been stuck with each other for basically their entire lives. Bakugo bullied and abused Midoriya for his quirkless mess to make himself feel superior, and once they got into UA, the bullying died down because of the new environment they’re in that won’t enable Bakugo’s behaviour, but their relationship was still strained. After being forced to work together time after time again, they eventually start to learn to work together. Then Camino happened and Bakugo basically broke down in front of Midoriya, expressing his frustrations and anger at his weakness and Midoriya’s newfound strength, and the two of them fought. The fight ended pretty quickly (I think), but by the end of it, the two seemed to have gained a better understanding of each other.

In the movie, Heroes Rising, we can see the two now being able to work together. Izuku is at a point where he is able to trust Bakugo with giving him One For All, and Bakugo asks him ‘What about your dream?’ He is literally thinking about Izuku in this moment, and his future, and sounds like he is almost worried. While he doesn’t remember anything afterwards, it was a hell of a fight, and their relationship has continued to evolve.

In Season 6, during the first war, Bakugo literally sacrifices himself for Midoriya. His body ‘moved without thinking’ so it was an instinct to protect Midoriya, someone he used to despise and constantly shit on. And during Deku’s vigilante arc, he not only stood in front of Class 1A and somewhat led them in the search for him, he apologises to Midoriya for everything he had done. Of course, an apology can’t undo everything that he had done to Deku in middle school and before that, but it is a huge development in his character. Because the Bakugo that we started off with would never have ever apologised once. Bakugo is calm throughout the entire apology, and not an inch of anger or aggression is shown in his expression, this is pure and genuine emotion. He admits his weaknesses and his reasons for his actions towards Midoriya, acknowledging them as something he should not have done. He knows that an apology doesn’t change what he has done, but Bakugo is willing to change. He is starting this change by calling Midoriya ‘Izuku’ instead of Deku. Bakugo using his first name shows how their relationship has grown immensely and that they really have gotten closer. It’s a huge moment for the two of them, and what ultimately causes Izuku to finally relent and falls into Bakugo’s arms. And now in Season 7, during the battle against Shigaraki, Bakugo reflects on things with Shigaraki’s words. And most of those thoughts is Izuku. And right as he’s walking up to Shigaraki, ready to fight again, he is thinking of Izuku. He thinks about All Might, and admits himself that he was ‘kind of a brat’ when they first met (slight understatement, but still). And right as his body falls onto the ground, the All Might card he opened with Izuku falls next to him. He kept it, after all those years. Something he opened with Midoriya. Personally, I see it as some kind of significance that it’s Izuku losing a key part of him. They started this journey together, and now one of them has fallen, and two has become one. I am not ready to see his reaction oh my god-

That’s just how I see things. I might be a bit biased as a bkdk shipper, and I probably got some things wrong since I haven’t watched the anime in a short while, but that’s my view on this. Bakugo isn’t a saint for apologising and calling Izuku by his actual name, but I think that’s the whole point of his character development. Going from an absolute asshole who looks down on everybody around him and thinks himself better than those around him, to someone who knows that he was wrong for his previous actions and has started to learn to work with the people around him. Someone who still has his flaws but is learning to get over them, acknowledging his own weaknesses. Bakugo isn’t an amazingly kind person like Izuku, but he has still made amazing development in character. And that’s what makes him one of my favourite

Damn this is long 😭

Tell me if I got anything wrong or missed anything out

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #bakudeku #mha bkdk #anime and manga #still don’t how to tag lol #god I love these characters too much #I’m going to go die now #But honestly that ep was perfect #The bkdk shippers feed well #The angst is gonna be so real #RIP Izuku Midoriya #mha spoilers

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yunohawkeye · 10 months

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Their crush falling asleep on them - Headcanons

for Dazai, Atsushi and Ranpo

I‘ve recently started watching BSD and am a little bit obsessed with the characters.

I‘m only at the end of season 2 so I don‘t know all the characters yet but I‘d love to interact a bit with the fandom and even write some more for it.

no beta - we die like men

Dazai

There‘s a knowing smirk on his lips even before it happens. Or who do you think freed up your schedule after you said that you didn‘t get much sleep that night and made sure to line up your breaks? At first he was planning on having a little fun with your tired self but when he saw how tired you were, he couldn‘t bring himself to be that mean to you today.

When your head hit his shoulder he was already holding out an arm to catch you. As he looked down at your form he couldn‘t stop his heart from skipping a beat. Seeing you laying there against him, not a care in the world, he brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face and lets his fingers rest on your cheek just a little bit too long for it to be a friendly gesture.

He of course knew that he wasn‘t really hiding his feelings for you at the moment but for some reason, he just didn‘t care. Not with this warm feeling in his stomach.

This is Dazai, so of course he already knew you had feelings for him even if you were still either oblivious or in denial. For so long he was content to keep you at a distance, to keep you safe from him and his life. After all, he‘s a dangerous man with many enemies.

But right now, with you leaning against him and such warmth in his chest that made him feel something he never experienced before, he felt happy, content - not something he was used to.

It‘s scary, he feels so vulnerable even though you can‘t even perceive him at the moment, but it was thrilling. And who is he if not a man seeking out the thrills of life.

He moves his fingers away from your face and instead strokes through your hair, murmuring in a volume only you‘d be able to hear, „Rest well, belladonna. You deserve it.“

Even in your sleeping state you could swear that you felt a pair of lips on the top of your head but - that‘s just a dream, right?

Atsushi

The moment Atsushi feels your head hit his shoulder he jerks up and looks at you with wide eyes, a deep blush adorning his cheeks once he realizes the situation he found himself in. Of course, his initial reaction is to panic as he feels your weight against his own and your head on his shoulder.

Did you mean to do that? Or was this an accident? You couldn‘t have wanted for this to happen, right? Why would you choose him out of all people? This had to be a mistake-

His train of thought stopped when he heard a sigh escape your lips and felt you shift closer to him. A deep breath later he looks at you, hovering his arm around you, although not brave enough to actually touch you. Atsushi didn‘t know if you actually wanted this and he‘d rather die than do something to make you uncomfortable.

Seeking guidance he looks up from your sleeping form and meets eyes with Dazai on the other side of the room. But his mentor's mischievous smile and encouraging nod was all he needed at this moment.

Head red as a tomato he puts his arm around you and ever so slightly pulls you closer. He felt his heart pounding in his chest and was definitely sure you could as well if you were awake. But even in this state Atsushi couldn‘t deny how happy it made him that you trusted him enough to choose him.

As you instinctively snuggled up to him he wasn‘t able to keep his eyes away from your form, studying your features up close and falling more in love with you for every new dimple or imperfection he found.

While he was lost in you he didn‘t notice all the small smiles and smirks directed at you both, neither the low chuckle from Dazai who decided to leave it be for now, but was already preparing to tease Atsushi later.

Ranpo

If you think your head falling onto his shoulder was a surprise for Ranpo, there‘s definitely a lot you have to learn.

He saw your eyes falling closed for a while now, so when your head came close to his shoulder he was already holding out an arm to catch and cuddle you close without even looking in your general direction.

A small chuckle escapes him as he starts boasting, „Thought you could surprise me by falling asleep on me, eh? Well, think again! I‘m the best detective in the world after all!“

Even though he was caught up in his antics, as soon as he feels you stir against him Ranpo halts in his movements and immediately shuts up. As he looks down at your sleeping form, green eyes visible, a content smile forms on his lips. Don‘t ever think of yourself as weak, because the power you hold over this man is nothing short of extraordinary.

He doesn‘t just stop talking about how he‘s the best detective, so all attention was on you two, Atsushi's eyes as wide as saucers and head red as a tomato as everyone saw Ranpo pressing you close towards him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Like being ripped out of a daydream, he snaps out of his trance and looks at his colleagues with his usual smile, „What? Nothing to see here.“ As (almost) everyone starts focusing on their work again, a small smile or blush on their faces while Ranpo leans down to whisper to your sleeping form, „No worries, I‘ll make sure you get the rest you need.“

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #dazai #bsd dazai #atsushi #bsd atsushi #ranpo #bsd ranpo #bsd dazai x reader #bsd atsushi x reader #bsd ranpo x reader #headcanons #bsd headcanons

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intimidating-fettuccine · 10 months

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Hi hi!! Can I request a (Any character/s of your choosing) with a young teen reader who died an eldritch being?

I just wanted some comforting dad content

Slender:

While you're not the first teen he's brought into the mansion, you are the first that's become an eldritch being. Slender's father had died and become an eldritch, and so Slender is familiar with the process and the fact that you'd dealt with great, unimaginable suffering in your human life for you to have become an eldritch. Slender does his best to care for you, welcoming you into the mansion and providing you with everything you might need. He also makes sure to get you into a form of therapy (whether with him or with a therapist he trusts and respects) because he knows you have a lot of trauma to unpack. He does his best to let you know you have a home and a safe family now, introducing you to the others, taking an interest in you and your hobbies and likes, and making sure you feel loved and supported. He has an open-door policy, and he encourages you to seek him or any of the others out should you need someone to talk to. He also does his best to try and help you figure out any powers and abilities you might have and how to use them, although if he struggles he'll take you to his mother for extra guidance, as she's better at these things than he is. He makes sure to work it into you that powers such as these are not to be taken for granted, and for you to use them safely and only for good reason. Slender promises to both you and himself that he'll do his absolute best for you, to give you a better life and to help you recover from the scars of your last one. With everyone around you, supporting you and helping you relax, it's not too long before Slender sees energy returning to you, excitement as you run around with the members of the mansion, and it makes him so unbelievably happy to have been able to give something like this to you.

Zalgo:

New eldritch beings are rare, and as the king of the Underworld one of Zalgo's responsibilities is identifying them and their abilities, and that's what he does with you, intending to leave you alone to try and survive just like everyone else, but... He can't bring himself to do it, no matter how firmly he insisted to himself that he would. You're just so young and scared, fearful and timid, not at all fit to be surviving on your own as such a competitively violent species that eldritch beings can be, so, he caves and takes you in. He has no clue what he's doing, after all his own upbringing was rather unorthodox and cruel, so he struggles in the beginning to figure out how to effectively parent and assist someone like you. He does have his staff help out, having them help you settle in, having them make sure you're eating and staying hydrated. I think like Slender he would try to get you a therapist in the Underworld, probably the best one money can get, and he (quite clumsily) tries to socialize with you and make sure you know that you can count on him and ask him or any of his staff for help if you need it. He's much more equipped to help you learn to control your powers than Slender is, and he spends a bit of time before you both go to bed every night helping you practice how to use them, and he always goes at your own pace, never forcing you and never getting upset if you fail. Eventually, the two of you settle into a rhythm, and you begin to seem much more at peace than when you first arrived, and Zalgo continuously finds himself surprised at how much his parental instincts seem to be growing. He feels glad that he had rescued you, as with how attached to you he's become, he couldn't imagine throwing you out to the wolves like that now. No, you belong at his castle. At home.

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blue--ingenue · 3 months

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Albus Anger Headcanons [Part 1]

Author's Note: Based on an ask from the lovely @luuhy-blue asking about Albus' anger. I wanted to explore how his anger evolved since first coming to Hogwarts. Most of these are based on Thomas Grant's portrayal of Al. This is going to be an ongoing series because I was editing and realized I have too much to cover in a single post. [Content Warnings: mentions of depression, anxiety]

it begins as betrayal. in the first scene we see Albus - anxious of the crowd gawking at his family, terrified at the prospect of being sorted into Slytherin - and his immediate instinct is to seek comfort from his dad. at this point in his life he trusts Harry wholeheartedly, only calming down once he tells Al he needn't be afraid

he's tender-hearted, funny, and sweet, but the relentless bullying encourages him to stuff away those parts of him to make himself a smaller target. we see some of his goofiness throughout the play - and only when he's with people he feels safe with:

lifting his broom above his head and laughing while saying "up" in a silly voice; he isn't too upset about being the only one whose broom doesn't cooperate, but once Polly and his classmates mock him instead of laughing along, he deflates. they tell him he's m like Harry, call him the 'Slytherin Squib,' and he retreats into himself. we don't see this lighthearted side of him for awhile

he trusts Scorpius with every fiber of his being. up in the Owlery he pretends to echo his voice, joking that using Bombarda to destroy the timeturner would wake everyone in the castle. Scorpius' smile at this rarely-seen side of Al is positively beaming

we see this one more time at the end of the play - when he talks with Harry at Cedric's grave. he's beginning to trust his father again and jokes about wanting to go into pigeon racing after graduation

focusing back on his first few years at Hogwarts, we see Harry belittle and ignore his pain. Hogwarts was Harry's sanctuary - the place that saved him from the Dursley's, offered escape from his abusive relatives, taught him magic, offered the only connection to his parents that he's ever known. it's the place where he grew up, met the love of his life, made lifelong friends, and discovered his own powers. his experience is so at odds with what Albus is telling him, that he refuses to reconcile the two versions he's being presented with. along with the fact that Harry's spent most of his life in "survival mode," he can't believe that his son's problems are as grave as he's making them out to be

jumping back to the Platform at the start of second year: i always get SO PISSED OFF when Albus looks to his dad for safety and understanding and Harry isn't even looking at him - he's signing his autograph on the stomach of that random Hufflepuff student. like, your son has been in clear distress for over a year. he's telling you exactly what's wrong. he's about to enter another year of relentless bullying, and you won't see him in-person until the Christmas holidays (months away) and you won't even look at him while he's pouring his heart out

he feels deeply betrayed. his father refuses to hear his pleas - and on the rare occasions that Harry listens, he refuses to understand. he tells Al that his feelings are temporary, that Albus is the one who should be trying harder to enjoy his school experience. he tells Albus to try making more friends - different friends - and compares Al's experience to his own. the very person he seeks out for love, safety, and understanding makes him feel like it's his own fault that he feels the way he does

i don't think that Harry intentionally makes Albus feel belittled, but regardless of his intention, the end result is that Albus is constantly anxious and depressed. he's living through his developmental years facing constant bullying, watching his best (and only) friend face similar torment, and it hurts

Harry refuses to believe him, Rose laughs at him, James (although his teasing is more lighthearted than the rest) adds fuel to the fire, and he feels betrayed. he has a massive family - between the Potters, Weasleys, and Delacours - and nobody but Ginny understands him. he's used to feeling ostracized and left out at school. and now, even when he's with the people he's meant to feel closest to, he still feels ostracized

#albus severus potter x scorpius malfoy #albus potter #cursed child #albus severus x scorpius #scorpius malfoy #albus x scorpius #scorbus #scorpius #albus severus potter #the cursed child #darklight

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synthetickitsune · 1 year

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Golden Hour ✧ x.mh

Pairing: Xu Minghao x gn!reader Genre: smut, bits of fluff Summary: Minghao bleached his hair and that's it - that's the plot. Word count: 1.5k Warnings: smut, no protection, blond hao

He’s a dream. In the golden light of the setting sun, that’s all he can be likened to. That’s all you can really think of, sinking onto your boyfriend’s cock. You hoped that’s how the afternoon will go ever since you’ve seen the pics he posted and the airport photos.

He closes his eyes, breathing slowly and squeezing your hands to ground himself. He didn’t expect to come home to his partner damn near ripping his clothes off before he steps a foot inside their house. All that just because he got his hair bleached.

Not that he’s unhappy about it. He’s anything but.

“Hao,” you moan his name, your hands slipping from his but that’s fine. They soon find his shoulders for stability. “Need you so bad.”

Like he couldn’t tell from how greedily you’re already bouncing on his cock and how soaked you were before he even touched you. Speaking of which…

“No touching,” he tuts as he catches your wrists and lays your hands back on your thighs, “You couldn’t even wait until I close the door and you want me to trust you to control yourself and not pull on my hair?”

Your whines and promises fall on deaf ears, same as when you want to touch him. No scratches or marks he says, smirking as more desperate pleas roll off your tongue.

“Stay still,” he hums a soft order, which you naturally fail to obey, “Thought so.”

His ears fill with your disappointed whimper. You’re so cute. He could watch you forever like this - all pretty and squirming in his lap, gushing around his cock, impatient and needy for him. It truly did take him by surprise when you jumped him as soon as he entered the apartment but the last thing he wants to do is complain.

He’s only a man, though, and when you turn to begging, grinding on his dick with soft moans filling the breaths between your words, he’s losing it to the animalistic instincts.

“Ah ah ah,” he finally speaks up again, cutting off more of your pleas. He loves when you beg for him, but he can't have your voice getting hoarse before he's done with you. And because as much as he’s enjoying this, your walls clenching around his cock make it incredibly hard to keep his cool. Fortunately, his mocking tone makes you shut up quickly. “Quiet, darling. Show me how much you want me.”

That’s an order you eagerly obey. You raise yourself from Minghao’s lap to slowly take him in again. Your eyes threaten to close as you feel each inch filling you up. It’s a struggle to keep your balance without using him as a support but he remains adamant about that, watching you with an amused smile on his face as he leans back and enjoys the show, hands behind his head, playing with the long strands there. You moan his name softly, earning another encouraging smile that grows playful all too soon.

“Hey y/n,” he hums, “Which angle is the best, hm?”

With that he shows off his profile, his jaw, he lets the hair fall into his eyes and he pulls it back, turns his head that and this way. And all the while he feels you clenching around him as you fuck yourself on his cock and bring him closer and closer to the limit of his patience.

“Always look so good,” you whimper, “So pretty, so handsome.”

He watches you bite your lip. You’re bouncing so fast on his dick and he has to focus on his breathing just so he wouldn’t fuck the daylights out of you. Somehow he manages to keep his touch light and teasing as he runs his fingers along your arms. He loves the way you slow down to grind on him just so you could lean into his touch. Your breath stutters, your chest heaves and yet you’re so far from reaching your high.

He sees your thighs tremble and notices the unshed tears of frustration in your eyes. As much as he loves a little power trip, Minghao doesn’t want to play with you and deprive you of anything - not today. Before you can speed up your movements again, he gently strokes along your jaw before cupping your face and bringing you forward to connect your lips together. His heart soars when you moan breathlessly into the kiss. His free hand finds its way to your hip and pushes you down until he’s fully buried inside your tight heat. As much as he wants to cum, this feels perfect. His darling in his lap, kissing him like it’s him and not the air you need.

“Touch me,” he whispers softly, “You were so good for me, you deserve it.”

He guides your hands to his shoulders, giving you a warm smile and a nod when you brush your fingers against his hair. He closes his eyes in pure bliss when you thread your fingers through his locks so carefully and slowly, nosing along his cheek and pressing sweet kisses there. He hugs you close and holds you still on his lap just to savor the moment.

It can’t last forever, though, soon you start clenching and squirming again, and he himself is impatient to let go. He kisses your temple as he starts thrusting into you, noting with awe that your body immediately surrenders to him. He starts off slow and deep. He wants to keep you close and not jostle you too much. Just for a minute longer he wants to hold you and feel you close, your breath and lips on his skin. He kneads the soft flesh of your hips with each roll of his hips.

He’s only a man, though.

Soon enough he’s thrusting into you in earnest, making you see stars and fuck, his mind goes blank. You’re still not pulling on his hair. He knows how much you want to, he can feel the twitch of your fingers as you instead thread them through his hair so so gently. Like he’s not fucking you within an inch of your life. He feels like he’ll explode. His name is rolling off your tongue like a prayer and he truly feels worshiped.

Minghao hopes you understand the slurred words of apology before he bites down on your shoulder as he spills into you. He tries to be careful, but there’s his heart pounding in his ears and he sees white and he’s not sure he’s breathing or how hard his teeth sink into your skin. All he knows is that you’re milking him dry while you ride him through his high, spasming and clenching around him, shivering as you reach your high yourself.

As soon as he can breathe again and can feel his fingertips, he hugs you and tucks your head into the crook of his neck.

“I didn’t hurt you,” you murmur with a voice filled with hope, yet it half sounds like a question. He chuckles and presses a couple kisses to your temple.

“You were very gentle,” he praises as nuzzles into your hair and feels your fingers still gently playing with his bleached strands, “You were so good for me.”

“Because you gave it to me so well,” you purr, shifting in his lap and making him bite down a groan with little success.

“Maybe I spoke too soon,” he teases, but softens when he feels you tense with uncertainty. He pecks your cheek, guiding your face away from his neck and to rest your forehead against his. “But I think I didn’t.”

His lips welcome yours with a quiet sigh as you lean forward and kiss him. Finally he feels complete. He didn’t realize how much he missed kissing you throughout the act, but now that he’s got his lips on yours, he promises himself he’ll always kiss you when making love.

“You’re really handsome, Hao,” you whisper against his lips when you part.

“I think you made that point very clear,” he smirks, kissing you again just to give your lip a little nibble. You whine, lightly smacking his shoulder. You want to pull away from him but he won’t let you go anywhere. His eyes soften again when you give him a questioning look.

“Stay. I wanna hold you for a while,” he cups your cheek, thumb stroking your cheek and really - in what universe would you not give in?

“No cleaning up?” you tease without any bite. Your hands finally leave his hair just so you can scratch your nails lightly over his chest. He seems so content and relaxed you can’t help but fall in love with him some more.

“Just a couple minutes,” he asks of you, knowing that’s all he has to do. Once you give him a nod of approval, he lets you both fall on the sofa, careful so that you stay entangled and connected. He pulls you to his chest. All he wants is to feel every inch of your body against his. You hum happily and snuggle closer. It’s not that rare for him to spoil you with affection, but hell will sooner freeze over than you stop cherishing each and every good day with Minghao.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen x reader #svt scenarios #svt imagines #the8 smut #the8 scenarios #minghao smut #minghao scenarios #the8 x reader #minghao x reader #smut

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svt + you coming home from a tough day

w/c: 2.2k

a/n: just felt the need to put it out there i do take requests so if you have any feel free to send me an ask!

warnings/tags: sexual content (non-explicit), oral (f receiving), fingering

seungcheol

there's this mutual understanding that you both have that if you wanted to talk about, and if you knew it was important to talk about, then you definitely would. you trust him to uphold to that agreement as much as you do, so when you walk through your doorway and simply slump into his arms as he cooks dinner, he just silently strokes your hair—while also trying to make sure he doesn't burn your meal—without saying a word. it isn't that he doesn't care—god no—it's that he knows that some people don't want to recount everything, and he's okay with that! pretty much he tries to make sure he doesn't overstep while also making sure you don't shy away from his help. by the end of the evening when you're still somewhat sulky, he'd bring up fucking you into the mattress as a means to get you to feel better and boy does it work.

jeonghan

literally, you are his gem and he will baby you in EVERY way possible. will coo about how much he loves you when you cuddle with him on the couch after you get home, feeling so proud of himself for being able to make you feel better just by having you in his arms. kisses you on your forehead and massages your shoulders asking if there’s anything more he can do for you. when you ask if you two can get some takeout he agrees immediately, and while you guys are waiting for your food he’d pull you onto his lap to hold you even closer. eventually you grow needy and begin to grind on him. usually jeonghan would tease you, forcing you to get off on his thigh alone but today he gives in, desperate to make yourself feel better, and fingers you while making out passionately. you’re left craving more, but he just grins at you and says, “after dinner.” safe to say he definitely lives up to that promise, fucking all your problems away for the rest of the night.

joshua

he knows you're in a bad mood right when you walk in—it's just those instincts, you know? focuses on trying to get you to talk about why you're feeling this way and encourages you to go into depth about your emotions. like i said earlier, joshua really appreciates communication and it is pretty much the basis of your relationship. he understands that some things are hard to talk about, and while he doesn't really want to overstep any boundaries, he also feels it's essential for you to talk about uncomfortable topics sometimes in order for that weight to be lifted off your shoulders, and so that you can digest your own emotions. will have you between his legs on the bed, after you're washed up and full from dinner, with the tv on low volume as he massages your shoulders and encourages you to talk to him. by the time you're done he'll wipe away any stray tears and kiss you so softly you might melt. you fall asleep cuddling, and you sleep sosososo good.

jun

wants to do anything and everything to make you feel better. jun would definitely be torn between doing what he thinks you want and what you say you want, feeling the need to go above and beyond in whatever you ask of him. oh you want your favorite takeout? of course—and did you want to get ice cream with that too? you want to take a nice long bath? sure, and he'd add in these amazing combinations of candles and salts and oils and soaps. oh you want him to kiss you softly while you're sitting next to him in the bed? don't worry, he'll kiss you and have his head buried between your thighs for another half hour too.

soonyoung

he despises seeing you upset for any reason. like when almost burst into tears sitting at the couch when you try to tell him about your day, he'd be on his knees looking up at you with his arms on your thighs trying to get you to look at him while telling you how much he loves you. will talk about every aspect of your day and go about ways to think of them positively or give you advice ("well yeah you're coffee spilled like a minute after you bought i but maybe it was just the universe's sign that it was a shit coffee and that it was your destiny to not be cursed with such horrendous coffee"). he also hates seeing you cry...well for any reason other than him LOL. definitely will say something like, "you want me to give you something else to cry about?" and you know hoshi definitely is more than just all bark and no bite. fucks you so good you're crying over it and when he's railing you into the sheets you'll be so gone that you can't even remember what you were crying over just hours ago—obviously his plan worked.

wonwoo

i think he'd struggle with the words to comfort you sometimes. it's not that he doesn't care, or that he doesn't have anything to say, it's just that the ideas in his head aren't really forming into words—but you're okay with that. you don't let it ruin your mood even more, in fact, when wonwoo wraps his arms around you and holds you so gently—as if you were made of glass, as if you were about to break—you nearly forget about all your worries because of the idea that he's doing his very best to make sure that you feel good. wonwoo will do everything to make up for his lack of "sufficient" words of comfort. usually he's a mean dom, but today he definitely wants to make sure you really feel his love for you going soft and slow and praising you nonstop. "angel," "so beautiful," "the prettiest," "my baby." after you're both coming down from your high he'd clean you up and hold you extra close, telling you how much he loves you as you drift into sleep.

jihoon

similar to seungcheol. he trusts you to tell him the things he really needs to hear, but if you choose not to talk about something, he'll figure it's just something you don't feel like recounting and that would be okay with him. if you do choose to tell him, he would be very good with his words. woozi wouldn't sugarcoat anything too much—he loves you and wants there to be honesty and wants the best for you—but that doesn't mean he won't offer an endless amount of advice and comfort too. while you two converse over dinner, he'd be holding your hand, and when you're done, he'd offer to clean up while you wash up. after you're all fresh, he'd take you to the living room while he brings you into his hold, putting on a movie while running his fingers up and down your arm as a means to lull you into a much more relaxed state.

seokmin

asks you immediately what's wrong, how he can help, what he can do, etc. he feels kind of bad for not being able to keep up with you today—you two usually text in between the breaks in your schedules but today was so busy for both of you and he knows he shouldn't blame himself but he can't help but feel bad. nevertheless, he tries not to sulk since he wants to focus on you right now and make up for not being able to give you much attention when you were struggling. i feel like this man would just have you take a bath with him and then just start listing off things he loves about you in effort to cheer you up. spoiler alert, it works.

mingyu

he hates seeing you upset so much that it nearly makes him pouty himself. he knows that that isn't what you need though—you need a rock to stabilize and ground yourself on and mingyu is willing to be just that and ten times more. he'd constantly be asking you if you needed anything, slightly surprised by you just asking him to hold you. he complies never the less, waves of emotions crashing into him as he would realize how amazing it feels to be able to protect you from anything. spends the rest of the evening pretty much meeting your every wish (you don't ask for much though, since having mingyu by your side is more than enough).

minghao

he would try to take the rest of the evening slowly. definitely encourages you to meditate with him longer than you both usually do (i think minghao would already have you meditating daily) and also sets up a warm bath for you. when you ask him to join you, you know he knows what you're thinking and you know he's not going to turn you down. what starts off as you resting on his lap in the water, head propped up on his shoulder as he traces figure eights on your back, turns into sensual touches which turns into you sinking on top of him ever so slowly. like i said, you both take things VERY slowly this evening, basking in every waking moment while he gently fucks your stress from the day away.

seungkwan

would love to baby you. since he loves being taken care of he would want to take care of you to make you feel loved, especially when you're having a hard day. honestly, i think he would attempt to bake for you. that's very specific but seungkwan would want to show you he loves you by doing something out of his comfort zone—baking—that would also provide you with something you love—cookies. he'd end up making a mess though, and when you'd sigh at all the flour everywhere on the kitchen counter he'd feel his heart drop at the idea of disappointing you on your already shitty day. "i'll clean it up! you don't have to do anything," he'd say quickly while simultaneously pulling out the cookies. you'd apologize quickly, welcoming seungkwan's open arms by falling straight into his embrace, drinking in the way he says he loves you while kissing your forehead. at the same time, he'd pick up a hot cookie and pop it into your mouth, holding his breath. when you smile at him with those bright, happy eyes, he'd know it: mission accomplished.

vernon

Eats You Out for hours! okay sorry i know i kind of am going too much into this whole idea but like the second you come home, vernon would let you just dissolve into his arms. like he'd lay down on the couch with you on top of him and you would just turn into putty in his hold, meekly telling him about all the things that'd gone wrong throughout your day. he'd be running his hands up and down your body softly the whole time, adding in his own pieces of advice and comments every few moments. eventually you'd go quiet, just laying over him until he'd say, "let me make you feel better," while moving you off of him so he could slip to his knees on the ground. turning your body so he could place your legs over his shoulders perfectly, he'd rest his cheek against your thigh while looking you in eye so intensely you think you might just come from that alone. doesn't matter anyways, since he's gonna make you cum once. and twice. thrice. more? probably.

dino

takes so much care of you. like all the boys do but dino would give 110% in everything you would be able to feel the love and passion radiating off of him. when you'd come home, he'd help you set up a hot shower and get finished with dinner so it would be ready and perfectly warm by the time you were done. he'd use the time while you guys are eating to hold one of your hands and let you talk about your day, engaging with everything you say. after dinner he'd pull you straight into bed so you two could cuddle while some random tv show would be playing in the background. he'd be the big spoon, pulling you so close that your back would be pressed up against your chest impossibly tight. he would be so soft and gentle with you that you would hardly even realize he was snaking a hand down your body and past the waistband of your shorts, letting out soft and quiet moans when he would rub circles over your panties. he'd finger you while you were both on your sides, and you're left feeling drowsy after you come down from your high, chan kissing you softly. he'd hum a little while he adjusts your panties and covers back on before rubbing your back, lulling you to sleep.

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noforkingclue · 1 year

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It’s a Date (Jamie Tartt x reader)

Summary: you asked Jamie for one small favour. Who knew that it was going to end with this?

“I don’t know about this Jamie…”

“Look I said I got ya, ok?”

“Yes but-“

“Then what’s to worry about?”

“What if someone see us.”

“Sees us,” Jamie gives you an incredulous looks, “That’s what you’re fucking worried about.”

“Yeah.”

“Thought it would be more about falling over and hurting yourself.”

“No. Just, won’t you be embarrassed being seen with me.”

“No.”

“Really?”

“’course. Now are you going to let me fucking help you or not?”

You bit your lip as you looked nervously at the bike. Jamie gave you can encouraging smile as he held the handle bars and gestured towards it.

“Trust me?”

“Yeah,” you said at last, “I do.”

“Then get on. Not gonna let anything happen, ok.”

“Ok.”

In all honesty, you were surprised about how good of a teach Jamie actually was. You were expecting him to be kind of, well, arrogant about the whole thing. Have an ‘I can do this so why can’t you, it’s easy’ attitude.

“Y’know,” you said after you fell over for what felt like the hundredth time, “Despite me being shit, you’re not a shit teacher.”

“Nah,” Jamie held out his hand, “You’re not that shit. Roy was worse.”

“You taught Roy Kent?” you said as you grasped his hand, “How are you still alive?”

“Just used my natural charm.”

You raised your eyebrows at him as Jamie pulled you to your feet. You felt your cheeks get hot at the contact. You had forgotten just how strong Jamie actually was as he pulled you up and against him. Your eyes locked with his and something unreadable passed across them. You quickly let go of his hand and grabbed the bike again.

“Let’s have another go,” you said as you looked at the ground, “Think I’m getting the hang of this.”

You put your foot on the pedal and pushed down, still distracted by the memory of Jamie’s hand in yours. You hadn’t realised how distracted you actually were until you felt yourself tilting to the side again.

“Woah! Watch it!”

And then Jamie’s hands were on your hips. Warm and steady and making your cheeks heat up even more. He walked behind you, fingers trailing behind you, as he kept you steady. He leant closer and said,

“You alright there?”

“Yep.”

Your voice was strained and behind you Jamie frowned. He knew that if you were really uncomfortable with him then you’d let him know. However, he secretly enjoyed being this close to you.

“Definitely think I’m a worse student than Roy.” you said

“Nah.”

“Really.”

“Wouldn’t lie to ya,” Jamie said, “you’re also better company than that old man.”

“Roy is pretty good company.”

“You get along with everyone. That’s part of your charm.”

“Aww, didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

Jamie coughed awkwardly, glad that you couldn’t see his face.

“Let’s just give this enough go.” He said and without warning gave you a push

You let out a yelp of shock and pushed down on the pedals. To your surprised, instead of falling over you actually managed to ride it. You looked over at Jamie in a mixture shock and joy. Jamie’s face seemed to be the same as yours as he grinned at you. You rode the bike in a wobbly line as you circled shakily around him. You dismounted shakily and you stumbled towards him. Jamie held out his hands to steady you as you said,

“Did you see that?”

“Sure did.”

“Thank you!”

To Jamie’s surprise you flung your arms around him. He was used to getting hugs from his team mates but with you it was different. You were… you were mates. Well, slightly more than that but he wasn’t quite brave enough to take that next step. What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if he humiliated himself and lost a mate?

However, with your body pressed against his maybe he could image that you felt the same. Slowly, and slightly unsurely, he raised his arms and returned the hug. You smiled and rested your head against Jamie’s chest and his grip tightened instinctively. Fuck, he never wanted to let you go.

It was then that Jamie noticed that the two of you were unfortunately not alone. Standing at the edge of the green was Coach Beard and Ted. Ted was grinning at the two of you while Beard gave a nod of approval.

Fuck.

He was never going to live this down.

Ted gave Jamie a thumbs up and Jamie just rolled his eyes and flipped them two of them off. He was thankful that you back at facing them. Beard shook his affectionately while Ted gave Jamie a disapproving look. It was at this moment you looked up at him. For a second Jamie was concerned that you had somehow spotted Ted and Beard and would chose to hang out with them. Instead you said,

“Venchi is opening soon. Why don’t I treat you as a thank you?”

“Now then,” Jamie’s smirk return and for a second the grip around your waist tightened, “How can I a refuse an offer like that?”

“Great!”

You broke free from his grip and Jamie couldn’t help but miss the loss of your warmth. However, that was quickly replaced by you linking your arm with his.

“It’s a date?”

He could hear the question in your voice and Jamie quickly glanced down at you. You had a nervous look on your face similar to the one Jamie had on earlier.

“Yeah,” Jamie coughed and said, “It’s a fucking date.”

#fanfiction #ted lasso #reader insert #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader

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vee-crytraps · 6 months

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Kiss Me More | Ch 1 | {Groan}

SUMMARY: It’s been twelve long years since you were the sad little girl tugging on the tails of your adoptive father’s coat.

Your brothers take notice. AN: New to posting fics on Tumblr, feel free to read here or over on Ao3 under the username VenusCrytraps. Same bat time, same bat channel.

{Trigger warning/Themes Masterlist}

And yeah, i wanna spend the night with you Yeah, i wanna feel a beating, bleeding heart, don't you? Because i've never really known But i pinky promise you i'm grown And i wanna know what it feels like

You’re deep in your head as you lean forward in your vanity’s mirror, lightly dabbing away the smeared lipstick at the corner of your mouth with your middle finger. You don’t notice the creak of your door as it opens, and the protest of the frame as one of your many adopted siblings leans against it.

You don’t see the range of emotions he cycles through- some visible on his face, and others happening only in his head, behind those stormy green eyes.

“Yeah. I don’t think so.” Jason scoffs to himself after a minute, startling you. The tension drains from your shoulders as you turn around to see him standing there, all geared up in his Red Hood uniform sans the armor and that goofy fucking helmet of his. Your surprise has less to do with the atrophied instincts you’ve barely managed to keep from your two weeks as Robin back in the day, and more to do with the strangeness of Jason serving you his best impression of Dick’s Blue Steel, A.K.A, his ’Concerned Big Brother’ face. Something your oldest brother pulled so often, he could have it patented. It looks totally ridiculous on Jason, a dude you legitimately haven’t seen out of his uniform since he was welcomed back into the family. You think to yourself that he must be doing his rounds, doing his best to repair the dynamics that were lost when he died, and soured when the pit left him more than a little trigger happy.

Still, you remind yourself of Dick’s advice, to reward vulnerability and welcome these moments. Jason was supposedly quite fragile beyond his hulking form.

You sighed. “What can I do for you?”

There was some lingering awkwardness around the fact that he’d briefly dedicated his life to ending your dads, but if Bruce could trust him enough to welcome him anywhere near the Batcave, you supposed you could, too. He was trying his best, after all. You just wish he’d take it elsewhere, for once.

Still, you’ll play along.

“Where the hell are you going?” Dressed like that, was the implication that hung in the air. You’re smart enough to fill in the blank. He’s smart enough to let you.

“Out.” You turn around, unable to help but be a little bit guarded about this particular line of questioning.

God, on all the nights…

Turning your back to him, you casually resume your preening. He doesn’t at all remember you being this stubborn, but he’d died and come back to find you a whole lot older than he remembered.

“Out,” Jason repeated, exhaling heavily as he pushed off the doorframe. Jason was your age, once. He knew all about ‘out’. When he was in your shoes, going to Gotham Academy, making those fancy friends with more money than sense, ‘out’ meant joyriding around, bar hopping with fake ID’s and hooking up with fast, socialite girls wearing skirts not unlike the one you sported as you shifted in your plush vanity seat.

“What’s his name?”

“Are you still here?”

It slips out of you before you can remind yourself of Dick’s instruction to give Jason the room and encouragement he needed to be a part of your life again. As if he were a scared cat, and not a six-foot-something giant with the wrong kind of bodycount.

You try again, but it doesn’t come out any more cordial. “What’s it to you, anyway?”

Jason raises an eyebrow. He wasn’t expecting that. He also wasn’t expecting you to look so…grown up. His gaze flickered over you, over the short skirt and lace trimmed cardigan you were wearing. Over the way you applied that mascara and eyeliner with practiced skill and patience.

You were beautiful. God damn it, Bruce.

Catching his gaze in the mirror, you falter. His unreadable stare pulls the plug on your brat-ittude. A sigh escapes you.

“I’ll be careful, Jay. I promise.” You mumble, capping your eyeliner with finality as you give into this game of house he insisted on playing with you. When your eyes finally flicker up to meet his again, something in them seems…changed. The expression he wears is no longer unreadable. You recognize it, but can’t seem to place it. It’s been a long time since he’s seen you, but it’s been just as long since you were able to get a good look at him, too.

And then it’s there, again. The guilt and shame that coils within you as you notice the way his arms bulge under the brown leather of his jacket, the set of his strong jaw and the pout of his full bottom lip. You want to bash your head against your vanity. Tonight was supposed to be your night to get away from this feeling. To distract yourself with normal boys that weren't off limits. To cure yourself of the way you instantly became distracted whenever your brothers were near.

Adoptive brothers, you remind yourself inwardly. But you know that fact doesn’t make you feel any less fucking gross.

For as much as you appreciated some of the upsides of puberty hitting you like a train, there were some notable downsides, too. Inappropriate attraction to the other gorgeous men that live in this house aside, you’d found yourself concerned with things you had always prided yourself on being above. The way you gravitated towards more flattering clothes and cuter underwear, your proclivity for flavored lipgloss and this…overwhelming desire to feel attractive had you feeling so unlike yourself that it was hard to embrace the change, let alone enjoy it. Sometimes, the process of becoming a woman often felt like you were being beat with a pretty pink nightstick.

It takes you a moment to realize you’ve been quiet for a strange amount of time. And the knowledge that he has too makes you tense in places you didn’t know you could.

“Besides,” You continue, though too much time has passed to really consider it a continuation of your promise. “I’ve got backup.”

Swiveling around in your vanity’s chair, you don a self satisfied smirk as you slip the hem of your skirt up your thigh just a smidge, exposing the knife holstered to your thigh.

Jason’s eyebrows almost hit the ceiling. He wasn’t expecting that of all things. Not the sight of you, gorgeous and young and supposedly retired from this whole vigilante thing having a butterfly knife strapped to your leg. He wasn’t expecting the thrill he was getting just by looking at it, and how much he wanted to see it in use.

What is wrong with me?

He clears his throat to regain his composure.

“Where the hell did you get that?” He asks, his voice rougher than before.

“Where do you think?” You can’t help but laugh, tugging the hem of your skirt back down. Your sharp tongue gets him hot under his collar in a way he is beyond not proud of.

Still, he joins you, letting out a noise that is somewhere between a laugh and a snort. The moment brings about a sense of familiarity, the conversation finding a groove it hasn’t been able to since before he had died.

Clearing his throat again, he has to fight against the heat threatening to rise in his face- unable to do much about the blood rushing south. “Look. I know it’s not my place, just…I’m concerned. About you going outside wearing…” The way he vaguely gestures to your outfit with his hands makes you forget he’s supposed to be some kind of sharpshooter.

“I’m…going on a date.” You finally answer, offering an olive branch. Maybe the truth really will set you free. From this cage of Wayne Manor, from the clear gloss, sensible shoes and frumpy skirts that were good for your optics, whatever the fuck that meant. Jason was in your shoes, once. Under the microscope of society, young and repping the name of an entire family on your back. You hope he can relate, and give you some grace. So you lay it on. Thick.

“Do you like it? It’s pretty much brand new. I never get to wear it, because there is no way dad would ever let me out dressed like this.”

Jason nods slowly.

He likes more than your outfit.

“You’re going on a date.” He turns it over in his mind. It seems his suspicions were correct. “And…Bruce doesn’t even know?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t give me that. As if you told him where you were sneaking off to when you were my age. And don’t you dare say it was different or whatever bullshit you’re about to-“

Jason crosses the room to your still seated form before you can finish, stepping into your personal space and placing a hand under your chin. He lifts it gently, and tries not to absolutely lose it at the way you look up at him from beneath your lashes.

“Where is he taking you?” Jason asks, his voice low and rough.

You do your best to beat back that feeling again. The warmth in your core is persistent, but you’ve had a few years of practice surpassing it. Digging your nails into your palm, you try not to observe how handsome he looks, even now, with that spark of disapproval in his gaze. Focusing hard, you manage not to bite your lip at his tone.

“Drive-in.” The truth slips from you quickly, and quieter than it would have several minutes ago, when you couldn’t smell his cologne. You lean into his touch imperceptibly. “And then there’s a party we might stop by.”

“Drive-in?” Jason repeats, his eyebrows arching. “Like, a literal movie drive-in? Do those places still actually exist?” His fingers tighten, his thumb rubbing against your chin- dangerously close to the fullness of your bottom lip. There’s no way you could miss the way his eyes devour your face. And drop to your lips.

“Uh-huh.” You confirm, dropping your chin ever so little, kissing his thumb. “They’re popular spots. Sitting in your car with your date. Alone, in the dark.”

“God, you’re killing me right now.” His heart pounds as your lips touch his thumb, but makes no move to pull it away. His fingers grip your chin a little tighter. His other hand comes to your neck, the pads of his fingers brushing over it gently. “You’re just begging to be kissed, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” the word escapes you breathlessly. It’s so fucking embarrassing. You can’t help it. That you care so much about your hair, that your showers are extra long and that you’re so horny all the fucking time now because living in his house is like being in the Olympic village- constantly surrounded by beautifully sculpted people. It was beyond difficult, even if you were now counted among them.

Jason doesn’t care that your door is cracked open or if anyone could walk in and see you. He drops one hand off of your chin, and the one tracing your pulse trails back and up into your hair, forgetting himself as he fists the strands and tugs it back.

“God, look at you.”

It’s all he can manage before he’s leaning down, pressing his lips to yours. The discovery of your flavored lipgloss sets off a wave of possessiveness in him when he thinks that some other punk was planning to savor the taste. He wants it to be just for him.

You kiss him back before you can think about it. You’re touch starved and aching, barely thinking straight as he lifts you into his arms with his impossible strength and picks you up as if you weigh less than nothing. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist. Breaking the kiss, your hands find his face, thumbs brushing over the scars on his cheek. “Forgot how strong you are, Jay.”

He lays you across the bed with one swift motion and kneels between your legs as his large hands roam your thighs. You know for a fact that your skin is soft and smooth. Your Everything Shower routine was of the gods.

“You’ve grown up, baby bat.”

His dark eyes bore into you, the old nickname rolling off of his tongue with ease. It no longer brings an irritated flush to your face the way it did when you were still playing with dolls. For a moment, he’s reminded of the fact that he was here to try and step into that role again. To be the brother that keeps you from making the sort of dumb mistakes he had been known for at your age, and not to touch you- but you’re so soft and so sweet. There’s no pity in your eyes, or fear of the monster he used to be. He can't decide if he wants to cherish you or ruin you, but he's greedy enough to try and get away with both.

Manicured fingers twitch to the front tie of your lace cardigan. The edge of the ribbon rests between your forefinger and thumb before you slowly pull, releasing the bow. You reveal your bare, ample chest to him as you agree breathlessly. “Yeah,”

Jason bites his lip at the sight of your chest. A deep sense of satisfaction fills him as you reveal yourself to him, and the hand on your thigh rises slowly, stopping at your hip. He lets out a soft groan as he promptly resumes to think with the wrong head.

Catching his gaze, you drag your nails down his chest, fingers stopping at his belt. Tilting your head, you don’t bother to look as you work on undoing the buckle and pull it free from the loops of his pants. “Jay,” You whisper.

“Don’t call me that.” His voice is low, his gaze still boring into yours. “It makes me…feel a certain type of way.” Tilting his head back a little, he lets out another soft grunt when he feels you working open the front of his pants. His eyes fall shut. He seems to be on the verge of something, no doubt attempting to convince himself to stop before the two of you do something you can’t take back.

“What if I want you to feel that way?” You ask, dipping your hand beneath the open waistband of his pants, your soft fingers brushing against his swelling cock.

“Jesus Christ.” Releasing a deep breath, he looks down at you. His hand travels up to your throat, fingers digging into your skin.

“Please.” You finally just beg him, your bare chest heaving as you attempt not to squirm with the anticipation. “Please, Jay. Please.” How long has it been, since you were touched? Yeah, you were gorgeous, and fairly popular at school, but being involved with the precious daughter of the ‘prince of Gotham’ was often too risky for a lot of the guys at school. With you, they couldn't get away with half of the things they could with some of the other girls you know. And then there’s Jason. Someone she’s known for a good chunk of her life. Someone she trusts, someone she’s mourned, and most importantly- someone who is not afraid of Bruce Wayne.

The dying embers of his resolve are snuffed out the minute you shift your hips, that too short skirt riding up and revealing your absolutely soaked panties. And fuck, has he even touched you yet?

“Yeah. Yeah, okay, sweetheart. I got you.” Jason leans over you, one hand supporting himself by your head as the other drags your underwear to the side. Two of his calloused fingers stroke your slippery folds, covering his hand in your warm slick before he fists his thick cock.

He brings the blunt head of him close to you, stroking your clit before it brushes against your core. “Relax for me, sweetheart. You gotta let me in.” He murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Hold onto me.”

You do. Your fingers dig into his strong shoulders as he finally manages to push into you with a long suffering groan. You’re no virgin, but you’re half his size, and so, he bets, was every other chump you had before him. And from the way your walls quiver and stretch around him? He also bets that list is pretty short.

“ ’S okay, princess,” He breathes, his pupils blown wide. It takes everything in him not to pin you down and absolutely destroy you, but he reminds himself that your desperation does’t equal experience. You can act as fast as you want, you still need time to adjust to him.

“Oooh, fuck.” Jason hisses, his nails digging into the sheets beside you as he somehow manages to bottom out. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You can feel his shoulders tense under your palms, and your soft hands slip down his biceps until you’re holding his forearms. You’re so tight it’s criminal, and he can’t even focus as he begins to thrust into you.

His name sounds magical coming from your lips, and you look so gorgeous beneath him, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he fucks you hard and deep and bare. Your cunt is noisy and desperate, sucking him deep into your impossible warmth, covering every inch of him in your slick. His hand finds your throat again, and he can feel the way you squeeze around him in response. He groans complete delight. “You like that? Huh?”

Something akin to a yes escapes you as he begins to fuck you harder, the wood of the antique bed frame creaking in protest as your distant sort-of-stepbrother practically folds you in half, seemingly unable to get deep enough inside of you. Jason is a complete mess above you as you all but melt into your sheets, fingers tangled in the linens as each deep thrust forces a desperate whine from your parted lips.

“Such a perfect little cunt. So warm and fuckin’ wet-“ His free hand greedily palms at your tits as a string of other obscenities that make your clit throb begin to fall from his lips. He finds a spot deep within you that makes your toes curl and your walls tighten, and he grips your hips for leverage as he abuses it relentlessly. The difference between you is such that he barely has to shift his hand from your thigh to have his thumb roll over your clit shortly after you feel him spit on it, the oddity and the sudden stimulation forcing your back to arch.

There’s a part of him that hasn’t yet forgiven Bruce for leaving him to die, and that part greedily soaks up the sight of you coming undone beneath him, your tits bouncing as your back arches off of your bed. You may be barely an adult, but you’re still Bruce Wayne’s little girl, too precious for combat, but not too precious for Jason to spread you open on your pastel linens, under your daddy’s roof. You cream around his cock as your greedy walls threaten to milk him but he refuses to let up, determined to bully another orgasm out of you before he’s through.

“Tell me you want it,” Of course he knows you do. You’re the one who practically scrambled for his belt the minute he got you onto the bed, but it’s not enough to see it. He wants to hear you say it. To beg for him His voice is hoarse. Desperate. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” You manage, barely able to get the words out. “Want you, I want you-“ His nails bite into your thigh and you can hear the blood rushing to your ears.

“Jason,” You look up at him through your lashes, tears of pleasure collecting in the corners of your pretty eyes. He mumbles your name in return, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

“Get off in me.”

“Fuck!” His orgasm hits him like a train almost instantly, and he grinds into you needily with a disbelieving groan, filling you up. Your eyes nearly roll back as you come undone around him, and you’re not even though your orgasm before he lets out a barely coherent whine that sounds like it could be ‘good girl’ or ‘dirty fucking tease’. Your mind is spinning too much to make sense of anything and you decide take your pick, leaning back into your nest of plush blankets and pillows.

“Shit,” You breathe, exhausted.

“Yeah.” He agrees.

Jason allows himself to roll off of you, the bed creaking with impact as he collapses beside you with an uneven exhale. You close your eyes and try to catch your breath, hearing the shifting of his tactical pants beside you as he tucks his cock away. He casts a sidelong glance at you, swallowing before he can think of something to say. “That…you were okay with that, right?”

It takes a good moment to register the words, and you blink your eyes open. Turning to your side, you meet his gaze. You’re both sweating, and you feel decidedly un-sexy with his cooling cum leaking out of you. “What…what are you asking me?” You frown.

Jason tilts his head towards you. “It’s just…you know. What I was like before you uh…grew up.” His thoughts trail off, and his face creases with a frown as he tries to get through the next few words. “I just. I want to make sure…” A deep breath. Another heartbeat. “I can be rough, is all.” His expression softens, and guilt begins to seep in. You may live under this roof, but you aren’t like him. Not really. You were the soft one. The normal one. And that makes him feel equal amounts of pride and shame when he thinks about what you two have just done.

“Hey,” You recognize that shame, and you decide to put a stop to it before he overflows with it. “I may not spend my nights being tossed around by thugs anymore, but Gotham is rough. Our life is rough.”

Reaching out, you rest a hand over his heart, feeling the heat of him through his shirt. “But…being here…like this- with you? Being roughed up doesn’t have to suck.” Sitting up, you offer him a smile. “In fact, it felt so good I came twice. So. You know.”

Your answer is honest, and he can’t help but chuckle as he moves to sit up with you. His hand moves to caress the side of your face. You lean into his hand, and his gaze softens.

“You’re so different than you used to be.” His words come out in a whisper, and his thumb traces your jawline. “I want to keep you safe from this. But…I like this side of you. I like what I can bring out of you.”

“It’s been a long time, Jay.” You mumbled, closing your eyes. "A really long time."

You open them when you feel the way his lips brush against your forehead. They linger there for a heartbeat.

The moment is cut shot when you can hear the pneumatic hiss of the downstairs grandfather clock as it swings open, no doubt your adoptive dad home from patrol. “Shit. Dad’s home,” You whisper, and Jason grumbles as he leans against the headboard to catch his breath, watching you sit up. “You sure know how to kill the mood.”

“Dude, I just let you unload in me. I am the mood. So like, zip it.” You huff, fixing your underwear. Jason, despite his casually annoyed exterior, is lighter on his feet than you’ve ever seen him as he moves to get off of your bed. He’s sneaking out of here like his life depends on it, but he has the feeling it actually might.

“See you at breakfast, Jay!” You call a little too loudly, snickering at the way he tenses up in fear. He makes sure to flip you off right before he disappears past the doorframe, and you walk over and shut it.

Looking over to your desk, you see the screen of your phone is lit up, flooded with half an hours worth of texts and missed calls.

Guess you missed your date.

I ain't scared of boys, but boy, you're a man And if anybody could, I'm sure you can For a girl this young, naive, and miserable

#v.fic #batfam x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you

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loganwritesprobably · 6 months

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Cross Guild Soulmates AU

When you turn 16, you begin being able to write to your soulmate by writing on your skin. Anything you write there will disappear, and reappear on the skin of your soulmate for some time. The words will appear on their skin, even if they're not yet 16.

The first time you touch your soulmate, an inky black mark appears in the shape of the contact that you made. This mark is permanent, and only happens the first time you touch. Think of it like a tattoo.

You also cannot lie to your soulmate, even if you don't know that they're your soulmate. You can avoid the truth, or hide things, but you cannot outright lie.

Crocodile believing himself to be unlovable. When he was young, he'd write to his soulmate(s) and get no response. They were not interested in him, and so when he lost his hand, his hand that he'd used to write, he took that as a sign to stop.

Buggy didn't care about who his soulmate was, he had been taught to forge his own path, and so he chose Shanks. They were going to sail the world together, and truly if they were meant for their soulmates then they'd find them on their journey.

Mihawk had goals and ambitions that didn't involve finding his soulmate. His parents had been soulmates and he couldn't bare the way his father had withered away after his mother died, and so he had no desire to find 'true love'.

Crocodile gained his mark after a warlord meeting. He had no clear way of knowing who it belonged to, as he'd brushed against various people, and in some way touched most of the warlords. Part of him knew deep down who created the mark, but he chose ignorance, because he could not be loved.

Buggy gained his marks after Marineford. At the end of the battle, surrounded by his large new crew, someone pointed out the marks to him to ask how he'd gotten them. Buggy wasn't sure. It had been chaotic, and he'd been struck so many times that there was no way to know who had touched him, even the shape of the marks.

Mihawk was so careful not to be touched, in fear of finding his soulmate, and so he didn't gain his marks until he was living on Karai Bari as a leader of the Cross Guild.

Cross Guild is filled with tension, and not just Buggy worrying about being killed.

The person to break the ice first is Crocodile. He decides that he's done being nervous, or shy, he and Mihawk are friends and if nothing else them being soulmates is a show of that. He waits until he's alone in his office to write on his arm.

"Hello Mihawk"

Mihawk has suspicions that he has two soulmates, but doesn't share that with Crocodile in the midst of their night of passion. For now, he's content to be selfish because Crocodile is one hell of a lover.

Just something so small and simple but it tells Mihawk everything he needs to know because he recognises that handwriting as clear as day.

Buggy doesn't question that he struggles to lie to Mihawk and Crocodile, he trusts that it is just his instincts telling him how best to survive the horrible life he'd landed himself in.

Until he feels the truth about his feelings for Shanks being forced from his mouth in response to a cruel attempt at humour from Crocodile. Buggy knows what it means immediately, and he feels a ghostly burning from one of his soulmate marks and he just begs that Crocodile didn't notice.

Crocodile did, and he retreats to find Mihawk to discuss exactly what had happened. They find themselves upset that Buggy is their soulmate, not because they don't want him but because of what they've done to him.

Crocodile's mother had waxed poetic about soulmates, encouraging Crocodile to find his before she died, because he deserved that. She never found hers, and look where she ended up.

Mihawk had witnessed how sickeningly in love his parents were, and how much their soulmate bond had meant to them. It'd meant so much to his father that he'd rather die than be without his soulmate.

The pair of them spent the evening in silent mourning because what would their parents think of them now, knowing they'd been ignoring their soulmate for so long, and hurting him too. Their soulmate.

They spent the next two weeks subtly spoiling the clown. They gave him less work, didn't lay a hand on him, were less cruel, presented secret gifts, with unsigned notes. They did everything that they could to convey affections before approaching him.

Buggy knew that something was wrong. He figured it was pity after what he'd said, and Buggy hated to be pitied. He confronted them both in the meeting room, and only when he lay his hands on Crocodile's chest to push him back did the clown realise his mistake. Hand print shaped marks bloomed over Crocodile's pectorals, disturbing the twin scars that rested there.

In a panic, Buggy attempted to flee but was prevented by Mihawk.

"He's mine, but he's also yours. I need to know if you are mine too."

Mihawk knew the truth, he did, he knew Buggy bore a mark on his shoulder that had come from him but he needed to see the mark creep onto his own skin.

So Buggy reached out and took Mihawk's hand, and watched in both fascination and horror as a mark coloured the skin he'd been touching.

It took some work, and some serious getting used to, but they learned. They were soulmates, they were destined to learn. They still did things wrong and made mistakes, sometimes they hurt each other but they always apologised.

Cross Guild, a powerful organisation, built on love of the truest kind. Davy Jones help anyone who wanted to come between them.

#writing #fanfic #one piece #cross guild #cross guild polycule #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #buggy the clown #soulmates #soulmates au #one piece soulmates

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friendlyneighorhoodchaosdemon · 2 years

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Catharsis | Adrian Chase

this fic is race/ hair type/ body type neutral; why does that matter? If you feel I’ve overlooked something in regard to this, no matter how “small”, please let me know!

@stealsteels threatened to BEAT ME UP (real) if I didn't post this so I'm doing it.

(…in all seriousness, thank you for all of your encouragement, it truly means the world ♡)

word count | 5.1k (woof)

warnings/ notes | 18+, fluff/ smut; clit rubbing/ fingering, spanking, vibrators, kink discovery/ exploration, trusting and communicating with your partner (hot), service top Adrian, masochistic reader/ sadistic Adrian if you squint. I don't write piv :)

as noted, this contains spanking. It is of course fully consensual, something reader explicitly asks for and (most importantly) NOT a punishment, but I realize it still isn’t everyone's thing, so please be mindful.

also this is incredibly self indulgent and tbh maybe a little out of character, and turned out a lot fluffier and domestic that I intended.

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minors/ ageless blogs please respect my wishes and do not interact with my work/ blog. I will block you :)

You hear him before you see him. A double shift at Fennel Fields followed by hours of shooting a bunch of appliances in the woods with Chris and he still careens into your apartment with all the intensity and finesse of a hurricane. The endless amount of energy he seemed to have was sometimes baffling, and while it was usually fun to have your own personal Energizer bunny around (especially in bed), sometimes you really envied it.

You especially envy it on days like today when you felt like you could barely drag yourself through a comparatively low stakes and low effort day.

That feeling doesn’t last long though, because as soon as he toes his shoes off (a task that takes significantly longer than it should because he refuses to untie his laces, insisting that it’s faster even though it clearly isn’t) and rounds the corner into the kitchen, he shoots you his signature smile and you instantly feel that warmth you only seem to feel around him.

Shoes successfully removed, he ambles over to where you stand in front of the stove, fanning yourself as you lower the heat of the burner. Strong arms instinctively find their way around your waist and he nuzzles into your side, dropping tiny kisses to your cheek. Said kisses are, of course, mostly a means of distraction so that he can reach around you to grab the spoon you'd been stirring with and stick the entire thing in his mouth, but it’s still cute enough to earn him a few kisses in return.

You return to stirring (with a new spoon), humming your replies as he launches into his recap of the day’s events. The recaps are rarely linear (sometimes they're not even coherent), so by now you’re used to the way he flip flops between how crazy the recoil from Chris' Desert Eagle was (“I mean yeah okay, I shot it without his permission, but holy shit babe that thing is crazy! Maybe I should get one. I mean when you think about it it’s actually kind of weird that we don’t have matching guns. Do you think he would think that was weird? If I got the same gun as him?”), to how he’d broken a guy's kneecaps after he'd caught him pushing his girlfriend into a wall in a dark alley, to how some other guy had actually proposed at Fennel Fields (“but don’t worry babe, when I propose it’ll be somewhere way nicer. Like at least Olive Garden or better.”)

The last bit earns him an eye roll and a nudge to the ribs, but you still can’t help the grin that pulls at your lips.

With dinner done, he finally disentangles himself from you to grab the plates and silverware and plops down in front of the tv. Tonight you’re finishing up the latest season of Barry (a show he finds hilarious, more for the gore than the actual comedy), but the second you take your seat next to him his arms immediately find their way around your middle.

“You know you can’t eat if you’re holding me, right?” you question, arching an eyebrow at him.

Undeterred, he pulls you even tighter, insisting that he “totally can though!”

“I’ve mastered the art. See, look,” He demonstrates said “mastery” by pulling you into his chest and bringing his plate around so that it sits on his open palm in front of you. He grins down at you, hopeful you’ll just ignore the high likelihood of pasta sauce spilling down your front with one wrong move. You pat his cheek and shake your head no, moving to separate your bodies. He pouts, truly pouts at you and once again find yourself unable to hide your smile.

“Okay okay, what about if you lay down on my chest and I put my plate on your back?”

“Then how would I eat?”

He ponders this for a second until you see another lightbulb go off.

“Okay, what about you sit in my lap and hold your plate and I-”

“I swear, if you suggest putting your plate on my head...”

“You didn’t let me finish!”

Another skeptical look before you sigh and motion for him to finish.

“...But yes I was going to say that.”

The way he seems to so desperately want this to work is perhaps a little annoying, but mostly very cute and endearing. Another eye roll makes it clear that his request is out of the question, and he’ll, for the time being, have to settle for eating like a normal person.

You turn your attention back to the screen just in time to see a guy's brains splatter as he gets shot in the head point blank. Despite the fact that you know about Adrian’s propensity for violence, it still gets to you and you wince. He pulls you tightly into his side, rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder and you settle into his touch, muttering your thanks into his sweatshirt and pressing a grateful peck to his chin. You sigh contentedly and press your face into his side and your eyes drift closed as you inhale his scent.

A bark of laughter jolts you awake. You hadn’t even realized you’d fallen asleep, but sure enough when you look up the credits are rolling. You yawn and stretch, craning your neck to look up at him and he seems to immediately sense your stare. He smiles that smile, the one that’s sweet like his normal one but also not, doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he’s thinking about something not so sweet, and the proof of what he exactly he's thinking is now pressing up against you. You turn to face him fully, taking in his lopsided smile and the slight splotchy blush creeping over his neck and plant a small teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Obviously this isn’t enough for him, and he leans over to gently grab the back of your neck and pulls you to him. The kiss is… kind of a lot, to be honest, but most things with Adrian are. Overeager as always he wastes no time licking along the seam of your mouth, asking for entry. You don't oblige him, not yet, opting to tease him instead as you nip his bottom lip.

You hug him closer, feeling the muscles in his back flex under your touch as he tilts your head to the side to suck at the skin of your neck. You move to straddle him but he's already getting impatient and makes a frustrated sound as he grips your thighs and pulls you the rest of the way into his lap. With you seated fully on top of him, he moves one hand to your hip to hold you solidly in place while the other snakes up under your shirt. Adrian is rarely smooth and tonight is no exception. His hands move over you as if he's unsure where to go or where to stop, touching you like it's the first time. They ghost over your stomach and up between your breasts before finally settling on your ass in a nice firm hold.

He finally frees your neck, laving sloppy kisses over your tender skin before pulling away completely. The momentary loss of contact is enough for you to come back to your senses and you push lightly against his chest.

“Hi.” Hi? You scoff at yourself. Great start.

You have no idea why you’re feeling so self-conscious all of a sudden, especially when he's looking at you like that.

The way he noticeably focuses when you have something to say, absorbing your every word is endearing but sometimes it also feels so intense. Especially now, when he’s sitting here, half hard underneath you, eyes growing wide and curious under his large frames.

You gather yourself and clear your throat.

“I uh, I actually wanted to talk about something. To ask you something, actually. I mean, we obviously don’t have to do it tonight, or do anything tonight. I mean I know you’ve had a really long day so I don’t want you to feel obligated to do it tonight, or at all even, if you don't want to. I don’t even know if it’s something you’d be interested in so, no pressure, obviously.”

You’re way too aware of the fact that you’re rambling, which is typically more of an Adrian thing than a you thing, but despite (or maybe because of) your awareness, you can’t seem to stop. The words just keep tumbling out, and now you’re getting flustered and a little bit annoyed with yourself, in large part because it's Adrian for Christ's sake. He's never judged you for your desires and you know it's not in his nature. Even now he just sits there, ignoring his own arousal, patiently waiting for you to get the words out, tracing comforting (albeit distracting) shapes against the tops of your thighs. In spite of all this you still struggle with simply just saying what you want– what you need. You take another breath.

"I want…"

You had what felt like the most supportive partner in the world, so why did this feel so fucking hard?

He nods, squeezing your sides, encouraging you to continue. “Tell me what you want. Tell me and I'll give it to you.”

"I, uh, I want you to spank me." You hold your breath, gauging his reaction carefully.

He immediately perks up at this and just like that, you’re at ease again. Not even a hint of the hesitation or confusion (or even worse, judgment or disgust) you’d dealt with the few times you’d brought it up with previous partners. Not even the well meaning (but kind of annoying) "I don't want to hurt you" you'd come to expect. Then again, this is Adrian, your Adrian, and now you’re wondering why you were even worried in the first place.

Then again, it wasn't like this was exactly a shocking revelation. Adrian already knew you liked some pain and he’d been more than happy to give you the occasional playful spank before, in and out of the bedroom. Even though what you're asking for now was much different, his reaction is a huge relief.

For his part, he sits there, fucking beaming at you. His eyes drift to your lips again, tongue sneaking out to lick his own as he leans in to nip at you this time. For a moment he lingers, like he can’t decide whether he wants to kiss you or move back down to your neck. He goes with the former, pulling you into a searing kiss. You don’t consider yourself the type to get easily flustered, but fuck if he isn’t literally taking your breath away right now. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, payback for earlier, and you gasp. His hand moves to cradle the back of your neck again, squeezing just the tiniest bit. You know he's barely using any of his strength and that knowledge makes you shudder.

“So, how do you want to do this?”

You laugh, “I um…” To be honest, you kind of hadn’t really put much thought into logistics and the kiss wasn't making it any easier to think.

You don’t have to flounder for too long though, because now that you’ve put the idea into his head, he’s running with it.

“Want me to bend you over the couch?”

Another thing most people don’t know about Adrian, and you’re thankful for this, is how… focused he can be. Especially when properly motivated.

“Or I could put you over my lap. Get you nice and relaxed and just… help get all the tension out. Would you like that? Hm?” Hia hands have drifted back to your ass and he pinches it now to emphasize his point, making you yelp.

You can tell how excited he’s getting both by the way he continues to ramble and by the way he’s started to absentmindedly rut up against you. You don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it because he’s still talking, seemingly completely unaware.

“Maybe we should get a paddle. I’d love to see your ass jiggle when I hit it with a paddle. Fuck, do you have one? Should we get one right now? Or a riding crop. Or- what are those things with all the tassels?”

“Adrian, do you really want to buy a flogger right now? Or do you want to take me to bed?"

“Right, right.” Without warning, he stands and you do your best to cling to him as he makes his way to your bedroom. From this position it’s harder to grind against him, but that doesn’t stop you from trying. You press your lips against the long column of his throat, moving up from his Adam’s apple to kiss behind his ear. You move back down and up again, repeating the action on the other side. He groans, deep and guttural and filthy, and you think it’s the loveliest sound you’ve ever heard.

“Stopstopstop, you’re distracting me!” He huffs, cutely, like he really has the audacity to be annoyed right now.

You grin into his neck, unable to stop yourself from softly nibbling his ear.

He places you down on the bed, crawling over you to kiss down your neck and you arch into him, hands sliding down his chest, toned muscles apparent despite the thick material of his sweatshirt, before reaching his waistband. You move to tug them down, desperate to feel him in your hands but he quickly grabs both your wrists and holds them above your head. He pulls back to look at you, smiling a very different smile now.

You try in vain to tug your wrists free, whining for him to let you go so you can touch him, but the look he fixes you with is enough to shut you up. Slowly, slowly he trails his free hand down your chest and slips it into your shorts, rubbing you over your panties.

You moan, clamping your thighs around his hand and grinding yourself into his touch, growing more and more desperate by the second. When he finally he relents and releases your hands you're panting, but you waste no time wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your hands in his curls as he returns to your neck, kisses turning to bites.

He rucks your shirt all the way up and you lift so he can finish tugging it over your arms. You shiver, fully exposed to him now and he bends down to take one nipple in his mouth, alternating between gentle bites and sucks while circling the other with his thumb and you sigh dreamily, pushing up into his touch.

Your hand drifts back to the nape of his neck, absently dragging your nails up and down the back of his scalp, dark curls running through your fingers and he groans against your skin. You move for his pants again but he bites your nipple that much harder; a clear warning.

He releases your nipple and you think he's switching to the other one but he instead fixes you with another stern look. His voice is lower this time when he speaks.

“Are you gonna behave, or do I need to tie you up?”

You can’t help the shiver that runs through you, or the whimper that escapes your lips at his words.

As enticing as the offer is, you’re starting to get antsy. You nod your head and mutter your assent and he smirks, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

The look he gives you this time is much softer but it still makes your blood run hot, makes you feel like the electricity in your nerves is sparking just under your skin. You turn your head to the side and without missing a beat he grabs your chin lightly, guiding your gaze back to him.

Heat rushes up your neck to your cheeks, but you make yourself hold his gaze. His pupils are almost completely blown black now, cheeks ruddy and lips set in a firm line.

"I care about making you feel good.” The sincerity in his voice floods you with warmth.

“Are you gonna let me?”

You whimper, wishing he’d just go back to kissing you, but you know the question isn’t rhetorical.

“Yes, yes, please Adrian just- please”, you pant, stretching up, wordlessly begging him to kiss you again, to do something, but he doesn't relent. He just holds your gaze while you pout and squirm under him.

“Now, tell me what you want.”

You peer up at him, uncertain of what he means. “I told you, I want you-”

“No, tell me exactly what you want. Be specific. Do you… do you want me to punish you?” His voice quiets a bit at the end.

“No! No, I don’t. I don’t want it to be a punishment. I-I don’t know. I just… I do want it to hurt but... I more just want to not think, just for a while. Sorry, that’s not what you asked but-”

“No, no that’s good. That’s good.”

He finally lets go of your wrists and kneads the muscles in your shoulders. The warmth and pressure from his hands soothes your nerves and you sigh and smile up at him.

“Alright, get over my lap then.”

You scramble to obey, already dizzy with anticipation. You feel giddy with it, and despite your nerves you couldn't deny how badly you wanted this– wanted to feel his hands on you, wanted him to make you feel release only the way he could.

You splay yourself over his spread legs, head resting on the pillow you’d grabbed. Now that you’re unable to see what he’s doing, your mind starts to race. Your pulse quickens, and you start to get that familiar floaty feeling you get whenever he takes control and you get to let go.

He puts one hand on the small of your back and with the other he finally, mercifully, tugs at your waistband. You can feel just how hard he's gotten now as he presses into your hip, but he doesn’t move. Adrian isn't much for teasing but he makes no move to touch you, so you wiggle your hips in the hope that it’ll get him to do… something. He presses firmly on your lower back and you huff, but still yourself anyway. He slowly smooths over the muscles in your lower back, pressing deeper and deeper until you relax into his touch.

He moves lower, gripping the meat of your ass, kneading it softly, and you’re not sure if the gentle touches are genuine or if he’s trying to get you to let your guard down before he starts.

He unceremoniously spreads your legs, dipping his hand between your thighs before ghosting his fingers over your lips. He moves to circle your clit over your underwear and you moan into the pillow, bucking your hips back into his hand, searching for more of whatever he’s willing to give you.

You should’ve known better again, because as soon as you do, his hand comes down squarely against your ass. The pain isn’t so bad, but the sound is enough to make you jump.

"Oh." he says quietly, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "I see."

You're not sure exactly what he means by this but you don't have time to think about it too hard before he brings his hand down again, this time on the other cheek. He stops briefly and you move to turn and ask if that's all he intends to do, but you feel another stinging slap before you get the chance.

“You said you wanted it to hurt, right?” You mumble a "yes", high and breathy, into the pillow that’s smushed against your face.

"Then ask me nicely."

Fuck.

"Adrian, please, please, fucking- just - harder please."

The pace he sets now is unrelenting. You pretty quickly become aware of the fact that he's making sure there's no pattern for you to predict and the thought makes you even giddier.

One smack, and then another, the stinging pain hovering just on the edge of too much, dulling all of your other senses. You start to get that familiar hazy feeling, and you relax into it, welcome it, will it to take you over completely.

Left, left, left, right, left again, one sharp, followed by a few open handed ones to your thigh in quick succession. All the while he's rubbing small, tight circles against your clit with his other hand.

His fingers move to tease your entrance, rubbing small circles into you and like the slaps he's doling out they seem to have no predictable rhythm.

"I think… this is really unlocking something in me," he mutters, more to himself than to you.

You’d been so focused on what he was doing that you only now realize how embarrassingly loud your moans had been, but his comment draws something out of you. You’re whining and writhing against him, not even trying to look dignified at this point, the sensation verging on overwhelming but so so good.

Suddenly it’s gone, and you whine in protest. For a moment everything is still, and you realize for the first time how quickly your heart is beating.

“Still okay?”

You don’t think you can form words right now, but you groan an affirmative, hoping it gets your message across. Adrian gently tilts your chin so he can look into your eyes and confirm. “Yes?” he questions, and your heart warms at the way he asks, at the way he always wants to be certain. The way he's biting his lip also tells you you’re not the only one who's enjoying this.

You exhale sharply, forcing your brain and mouth to actually form words, making sure your "yes" is clear. He nods once in return and releases your chin, and you sigh as you sink into the pillow again. Once you're comfortable, he starts again.

"Good girl. Keep being good for me.”

The sharp stinging pain and the dull thudding of his open palm are starting to run together, all becoming one sensation. He grips the fat of your ass again with one hand, releases it and brings the other hand down. He repeats this a few more times; squeezing, releasing and then bringing his hand down quickly before the blood has the chance to rush back under your skin, gauging your reactions each time, cataloging every whimper, moan and twitch, every shudder, flinch and squeal and rewarding each in kind.

“You like that? You like it when I hurt you like this? You like my fingers rubbing your pretty little clit like this?”

With this he runs his fingers back through the slick between your legs, teasing a finger against your opening.

"Jesus, fuck, look at you. Is this all for me? Yeah? Answer me." You can’t help but whine at that, telling him "Yes, yes it's all for you, all for you Adrian!" hiccuping and helpless to do anything but feel him.

He continues, “I think I know what you want, but you know you have to use your words,” he chides. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, yes! Pleasepleaseplease” You’re nearly sobbing now, tears you hadn't even noticed before falling freely now.

“I think I have something you’ll like even better,” he says, and your heart leaps at the thought of what he could possibly have in mind. You move to turn to him, but a firm hand on your back keep you in place.

He draws his hand back and you brace yourself for the inevitable impact, but it doesn't come. You huff, knowing full well he's absolutely got the shittiest grin on his face but you refuse to turn around this time, refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing your annoyance. So the two of you just sit there, momentarily suspended, at the world’s tensest, horniest impasse. You, over his lap, your panties hanging off of your ankle, and him, with presumably one hand raised in the air and one tracing faint shapes into the skin of your inner thighs.

"You," he starts, taking a deliberate breathe like he's trying to compose himself, trying to stave off the arousal he's thus far been able to keep at bay. He’s still got his pants on, and the combination of that and you writhing and moaning on top of him is starting to become unbearable.

"You have no fucking idea what you do to me."

He sounds dangerous now, voice too measured and now the tension is really starting to get to you.

He’s moving on the bed, doing his best to not jostle you too much but you can still feel his hips and cock shift under you as he reaches over to the drawer on your side of the bed.

You hear him rifling through it, various objects clattering as he tosses them around. You use this time to ground yourself, taking a few deep breaths but they do little to stop the way your blood is still rushing under your skin. You have an idea of what he’s looking for, but you don’t dare turn around to confirm your suspicions.

Finally, the rustling stops and he chuckles triumphantly.

He’s quiet again. Suspiciously, unnervingly quiet. Adrian is so rarely quiet that when he is it's noticeable. He’s still lazily running his fingers between your thighs, purposefully avoiding your clit this time, despite the insistent roll of your hips. Like he’s got all the time in the fucking world.

You hear the telltale buzz of the Magic Wand behind you, but he doesn’t give you time to register it before he pushes the head right up against your clit. You cry out, the sensation immediately far too intense, but despite your struggle he continues to firmly hold you in place. You whine pathetically, the pressure and vibration too much too soon, and he eases up just a little so the vibrations are still strong, but not so overwhelming.

You keep squirming, you can’t help it, and he moves the toy from your clit. This time you chase it, now desperate for stimulation and he chuckles above you and spanks your ass again.

“Fuck!” You cry out, burying your face into the pillow again. You know how you probably look, completely fucked out, tears splilling freely from your eyes now as you sob ugly and way too loud sobs, but you can't think about that right now. You were close, so so close. You just needed that extra little push.

“You’re doing so well baby. Can you take a few more?” and he asks so sweetly you can't even think about saying no.

Adrian returns to rubbing the small of your back, his voice a little softer now. He knows the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, and he always knows how to get you over the edge.

You gasped an “uh-huh”, arching into his touch and this time he allows it and repositions the toy directly against your clit again. Despite his softer tone, his hand comes down again just as hard and unrelenting as before and you’re honestly glad he isn’t going softer now that he knows you’re close.

He turns the vibration up a little more and the extra stimulation is exactly what you need. You feel your body seize momentarily as you clench and shake and for a split second everything feels still before your orgasm crests and breaks over you.

You hold onto that feeling for as long as you can, letting the wave break and settle and feeling your brain go blissfully hazy.

You feel floaty, your body feeling absolutely spent, wrung out completely and everything in that moment feels so perfect.

Adrian slowly ghost gentle touches over your back and down over your ass and thighs. You feel something cool and sigh contentedly as he rubs lotion into your stinging flesh.

You work to steady your breathing, reveling in the feeling of his gentle touch and the sweet praises he mumbles.

He knows you sometimes get a little dizzy and fucked out after you cum, (loves it, really) so he waits for you to gather yourself. Once he finishes you roll onto your stomach.

You wouldn't blame him for being self satisfied or even cocky in this moment, but the smile he wears now is anything but. It's just warm and sweet, like him.

He grabs one of the small hand towels you keep in the bedside drawers and gently wipes you down, knowing how much you hate the feeling of sweat on your skin after and helps you pull a fresh pair of underwear and one of his oversized shirts on as you settle into his lap.

“Was it.. was it good for you? Was it too hard?” You hear the little bit of worry start to creep into his voice and you’re quick to reassure him.

“No, no not at all. It was perfect Adj. You know I would’ve stopped you if something was wrong.”

He visibly relaxes at this, and resumes running his fingers over your tender flesh, humming softly.

It’s quiet, and for a while the only sound you’re aware of is your breathing. When he speaks again, it’s like he’s already in the middle of a thought.

“But seriously. Whatever you need, you know I’m happy to do it for you. And you know how much I love taking care of you. I just always want to make sure I make you feel good, you know?”

You smile at his confession. “Yeah, I know. And thank you. Seriously."

You clear your throat. “It's just nice to have someone who cares, you know?”

He hums thoughtfully, still rubbing your skin gently.

"I know you care about me as a person, and I'm not saying you're the only one who does. I meant more, it's nice to have someone who cares about making me feel good. Not to say that other people were just using me for sex but… with you it's just,” you go quiet again. “It’s just different."

“So thank you. For… this. For not being weirded out by it, I mean. And for doing it, of course.”

You sit up so you can look him in the eye now and he pulls you into him fully, arms tight and secure. The last thing you're aware of before you drift off this time is his scent as he kisses your temple.

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