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Just finished playing Caribert's AQ right now and I have many impressions that I'll write here, subject to be expanded more once I put my thoughts in order (will be posting a small guide to myself of the topics I'll discuss in more depth).
⊠Firstly, about Kaeya. In all honesty it's been a great relief to me to see that eventually he isn't the prince of Khaenri'ah. As I mentioned several months ago here, regencies are a temporary substitution for the actual king in succession and they aren't inheritable. Hopefully for Kaeya lovers out there, his implication in the lore didn't disappoint as I find it really interesting for multiple reasons: 1) he's a descendant of the Abyss Order founder Clothar Alberich and 2) the fact that he, who doesn't seem to be a pure blood Khaenri'ahn (ironically, I've talked about this with a couple of friends because his pupils were different from Dain's and later on to Halfdan's, but I wanted to keep off mentioning this here until we see more Khaenri'ahns to make a bolder statement, it was good to see that it was cleared up), was born to begin with and he seems to have aged well over past Caribert's age and look relatively fine (I say relatively because there is a lot missing here) is a miracle in itself. Specially considering that it's stated that any kid born from Khaenri'ahn blood and someone else pertaining to the reign of the Seven (I'll get to this on a different point) will be born in suffering until inevitably they become a hilichurl.
⧠Secondly, it was very interesting to see the notion of pure blood Khaenri'ahn and how the eyes are a very good lead to tell one from another apart (in this case Kaeya being the only one thus far, I believe). It's even more interesting that there is this differentiation vs the reign of the Seven as this would seal the deal about Khaenri'ahn people belonging to the Era of the Saints and that something must've happened for them to turn their backs to the gods. I'll go longer in a separate post for this concept. Oh, and the different curses and how it was actually teased in We Will Be Reunited: curse of immortality for the "great sinners", the pure blood Khaenri'ahn, and curse of wilderness to those of mixed blood to become hilichurls.
⊠Thirdly, the abyss twin (I'll refer to them as Lumine from now on as that is what seems to be canon in promotional material released by HYV for convenience sake). Scaramouche had teased in his own AQ that "The reason why there are records about your sister in Irminsul... it might have something to do with Khaenri'ah. Apparently, Khaenri'ah was her first destination when she arrived in this world. Plus, she only came to this world because the heavens responded to the summoning." Said summoning being this strong wish to control the Abyss as "if not even the gods can, if Khaenri'ah could, then they'd be able to control everything" and since Lumine was referred as the Abyss herself, this may imply that both she and Aether came to Teyvat via the Abyss (this calls for speculation that the actual true sky may be the Abyss, I'll also be talking about this in a different post). One thing that I don't buy is the fact that she was made princess of Khaenri'ah just like that. I get that this is coming from a position of worship I believe, as people thought that she would bring them new strength and hope, but it's something that I can't help but think that once again is about this factor of the twins having to interfere in everything, partly due to self insert purposes even though Lumine wouldn't count as this, but they're related. Moreover, it's a bit funny to me that Khaenri'ahns would turn their back to the gods but would trust an alien lol (again, I'll go deeper about this in another post but it's reminiscent of how the Second Who Came arrived to Teyvat and I'd dare to put my finger on fire to say that they came from the Abyss too, will expand on this at a later point). To conclude this point, I believe that Lumine must've contributed to the descent of the gods to Khaenri'ah hence she may be doing what she's doing these days out of guilt among other reasons (this is a deduction based in one of Dain's quotes in Collei's miscellany, will get into that in this other post).
⧠Fourth, about the Abyss, Fortune Lector, the Sinner, Clothar and Caribert. This utterly amazed me entirely and I can't wait to make some research to some sources of information to tie better my thoughts on this. I also have some suspicions about who this Sinner may be, but for obvious reasons it's speculating as it can be someone we haven't been introduced to yet. 1000/10 about this. All I'll say is that I know I'll have to look again into the heralds and lectors' descriptions alongside another series of items, so hang in there for me on that one. It's promising.
⊠Lastly, about Dain (lmao). Sorry, it's a bit funny to me that Dain is like the least here and I did wish there was more about him for how little screentime he has and only once a year. But let me tell you that I'm very curious about the fact that despite not having lived what Lumine did, his subconscious and instincts told him that something happened there. Not only that, but guess what direction he took to investigate more when he left both times? Exactly, the direction Caribert took when he left the cottage. I was also interested in how erosion affects him too. Oh, but alsoâ where the heck was Dain 500 years ago if he did go with Lumine to Sumeru too? How the hecky the Aranara just talk about her? I knew something wasn't right when I decided to go divergent in that regard.
This is all for now. It may look like it's a lot but after revisiting the information I want to revisit, there will be more coming up. Overall this quest was great despite my major discrepancy with Lumine being the princess of Khaenri'ah, but as for the rest it was a really great ride. Can't wait to see Dain for his next yearly outing next year đ
#okay maybe it /was/ a little bit of a long ramble#but this quest warrants it#I'll go dig something for dinner#then I'll look into some things I want#in order to make a headcanon/meta post#to explain a bit the Kaeya thing#I know how the fandom at large#treat Dain when it comes to Kaeya#not in RP alone#fanfics fanarts you name it#and I also know that it might not be#as exciting if it isn't the case of Kaeya being a prince#I've been wanting to write more in depth#for ages with someone#because they do have a solid thing to go from#so mainly that's where my relief comes from#sometimes it's hard when you're one of very few#that sees something that others don't#hence my insecurity at times too#in this regard#but this taught me to trust myself more#and so I will#okay will be back in a bit now!
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â đđ â âDARLING, CAN I BE YOUR FAVORITE?
a series of (separate) fictional stories including true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. these stories take place in the heian eraâan era where the king of curses ruled the jujutsu society in terms of power & strengthâand focuses mainly on his harem. àŸ
note. there are general warnings that are implemented in each piece down below ; size difference, being the main one. for more specific warnings please read the tags on each work.
requests are open, check the req rules on the authorâs blog.
status. ongoing, until said otherwise by the author.
ONE SHOTS. IâLL BE YOUR GIRL, LET YOU TASTE IT
sukunaâs favorite concubineâs not-so-hidden jealousy ; sfw to suggestive
trying to break his favorite concubineâs innocence ; nsfw
dealing with harassment from the other concubines ; hurt to comfort, fluff, sfw
claiming ownership over his favourite concubine ; nsfw
letting his favorite concubine try to be on top of him for once ; nsfw
only kissing his favorite concubine and no one else ; sfw
sukunaâs favorite concubine stands up for herself, finally ; sfw
sukunaâs favorite concubine being clingy ; sfw
using his favorite concubine as stress relief ; nsfw
showing off his clingy favorite concubine in the throne room ; nsfw
his favorite concubines being injured and hiding it ; sfw
breaking his favorite concubineâs heart ; sfw
sukunaâs urges take over when being intimate with his favorite concubine [i bet on losing dogs] ; (n)sfw
sukunaâs jealousy evolves into another bloodbath ; sfw
soon: teaching his favorite (bratty) concubine some proper manners ; nsfw
DRABBLES. I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT, YEAH, JUST TAKE IT
using his tummy mouth to please his concubine ; nsfw
sukuna coming back home ; sfw
HCS / OTHER. MY NAME IS WHATEVER YOU MAKE IT
sukunaâs favourite little concubine on her period ; sfw
tba.
CR. STTORU 2024
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my baby
pairings; loser!ellie williams x cheerleader! reader
cw; interalized homophobia, angst, tribbing, fingering (r! recieving), fluff, bullying (kinda), making out, slur, petnames like âbaby & princessâ , not proof read yet!
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life has never been better, you were handed the world at the age of 6. you never had to worry about having no friends, or not having the latest designer bag, and certainly not having everybody wrapped around your finger. you were a cheerleader & from that only, everyone respected you. you dedicated yourself into looks: always on diets, hitting the gyms, getting your nails done, having the most expensive makeup and so much more. you were the most outgoing girl known to mankind, never missing a rager or party. your friend groups were mainly other cheerleaders, and the jocks on the football team. they were assholes, but you didnât care because so were you.
you never once paid attention in class, especially english. clicking your pen and having your eyes everywhere but the board. you snap out of your daze when your teacher announces that there will be a partner project, and she would assign the groups. you hear your name, and you pray that you get one of your friends but instead you hear the name ellie williams.
âyou cannot be fucking seriousâ you mutter under your breath, looking at ellie whose a row infront of you.
âwhat was that?â the teacher asked you. ânothing.â you mock her tone, earning a laugh from your classmates.
âalright then everybody get to your partners we donât have all day!â she claps her hands, urging everyone to switch their seats.
you stay in your seat, motioning ellie to
come where you are. why would you have to move? ellie rolled her eyes, not having the best impression of you either. âlook,â ellie says âi wouldnât have picked you either.â you scoff, âgreat to know weâre on the same page!â you look at her green eyes, and the way she flutters her eyelash. you were about to say something until you felt a tap on your shoulder.
it was a jock, and you end up talking to him for the rest of the period, not caring to look back at ellie, who was doing all the work. âanother prissy bitch.â ellie thinks to herself.
as soon as the bell rings, ellie packs her stuff and leaves as soon as she could. she sees her friends, dina and jesse, and she sighs in relief. âyou would not believe who i got paired up with.â dina and jesse both furrow their brows in unison. âa CHEERLEADER! i swear this world is against me, i already know im gonna have to do this project with myself.â dina replies, âyikes , you have it unlucky. i would NOT wanna be you.â jesse laughs and that makes ellie roll her eyes & reply âthanks dina that makes me feel a million times better.â âwell jesse and I have to get going, good luck with her!â dina yells while grabbing jesse by the hand and dragging him through the hallways. ellie sighs and puts her back against the locker.
you put your bag down, and flop down on your bed chewing on some protein bars after practice. you grab your laptop and check your grade book. and thats when you see it. youâre gonna fail english class. âshit shit shit!â you tell yourself, pacing around your room in circles. you couldnât give to shits if you were failing english, but what you did care about is being on academic probation. if youâre put on academic probation, you wonât be able to cheer. you canât let that happen. so you grabbed your phone, and started texting everyone for ellieâs number. when you finally receive a message with her number, you smile and immediately text her.
âheyyyâ
âwho is this?â
âyour partner in english.â
âwhy are you texting me?â
âdo you wanna come over tomorrow to work on it?â
âis this a joke?â
â why would i be? i have practice, so is 7:30 good?â
âyeah, ill be there just give me the address.â
itâs the next day and you come from practice drenched in sweat. you go into the shower, making sure its cold so you can relax. as you get out, you put on a robe and some uggs slipper and you hear the bell ring.
you walk over to answer, the fact ellie was supposed to come over completely slipped your mind. you open the door, and you see ellie.
âshit! is it 7:30 already?â
ellie takes full notice youâre in nothing but a robe and she blushes.
âyeah.â
âfuck im so sorry- practice had me exhausted-â
ellie reassures you, telling you it was okay because she found it kinda cute that your hair was wet and your lips were plump.
âhere ellie, you can come inside, just stay in my room, iâll get changed and iâll be there in a sec.
ellie nods, and sinks down into your bed. she takes a moment to take in everything in your room. she took note of the way your walls were stripped pink and white to the little ballerina jewelry box that looked antique.
you walk into your room handing her some snacks. âdo you want some?â âsure.â
ellie says. & now shes starting to think youâre not a total bitch.
this time, you ended up getting no work done but for a different reason. you spent your time gossiping to ellie, about who slept with who, or who did what. you never realized how pretty ellie truly was. her freckles decorated her face like how constellations decorate the sky. you look down into her lips, and ellie stops talking about whatever she was. ellie and you spend a brief moment just gazing into each otherâs eyes.
you both get flustered and she breaks the silence by saying âum- do you have a hair tie?â âyeah of course hereâ and you hand her one.
you look at the time and gasp, itâs almost 11:30. were you guys really talking for that long? âellie, do you wanna sleep over? or i can walk yo-â âno, ill sleep over itâs fine.â you nod. grabbing blankets for her, âyou can sleep on my bed iâll sleep on my couch.â ellie scoffs âno fucking way, iâm not taking your bed, i can have the couch.â
and due to both of your guysâ stubbornness, you are laying next to eachother, in the same bed staring at the ceiling. you look over and you see ellie has fallen asleep. she looked so beautiful and her front hair pieces fell on her face, capturing her beautiful. you move your hand to tuck it but then you get this wave of disgust. not to her, but to yourself.
what the fuck am i doing? I canât like girls. am i stupid? iâm not gonna be seen as some dyke on the cheerleader team. my reputation would be ruined.
you ended up falling asleep teary eyed, scared to accept if these feelings are really true and maybe theyâll go away.
itâs almost summer, and the feelings are still lingering and infact they are stronger than before. after acing the project, you still
continued to hang out with ellie. you and her hung out every friday, and it became a ritual. you were starting to fall in love with her, and you knew there was no way out. everytime your asshole friends said anything about her that was negative, you jumped to defend her name like a knight. âyou know the project deadline was months ago, while do you still hangout with her.â slightly irritated you snap, âshe isnât even bad once you get to know her, sheâs funny and sweet.â
it wasnât any different for ellie either, expect she was 100% convinced you were straight. you never once spoke of your sexuality to her, and for any matter guys in general but why would you like her? she grew up playing with worms, while you grew up going on constant vacations. but even though she thought it would never happen, she asked the universe for this one thing. she prayed to a lord she didnât even believe in, hoping he will for once listen to her.
God works in mysterious ways because youâre sitting in ellieâs room drinking vodka blasting music. itâs odd how vodka can make somebody so honest. ellie was rambling about a story with an ex she had named cat, and drama between the two. she developed a habit of gossiping, probably from you. to make sure youâre still listening, she asks you. âhow about you, any boy trouble?â its silent, and you look at her and start sobbing. ellieâs heart drops down to her stomach and instantly grabs you, pulling you close to her. âhey was it something i said? im sorry-â âno!â you manage to yell out between your broken sobs. âi donât think i like guys.â âwhat?â ellie says, shocked from what she heard.
âwhen i look at you, itâs not the same for any guy. sure iâve made out with guys, but not even that gives me the same feeling of when im talking to you. i want it to be you so bad, ellie.â you hiccup, tears staining your eyes. âbut this is all new for me, and i hate myself for being this way, i had everything anyone could ask for and it feels like im throwing it all away.â
ellieâs mind is going in all directions, the fact you like her. the fact shes finally getting her prayers answered. she pushes it to the side, because what you need is comfort. ellie holds you tight. so tight, you cannot wiggle out of her grasp. âhey baby, it all works out at the end, your existence isnât a sin, people who truly love you, will accept you for who you are. and you donât have to figure things out right now, take your time.â ellie replies, hovering her hand over your face to wipe your tears.
youâre looking up at her, inching your face closer to hers. she leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. youâre eager for more, so you grab her hair from behind and sloppily slid your mouth inside. ellie pulls away from the kiss, to get air, saliva connecting you guys to each other.
âhey els?â you say softly, having your knees tucked in.
âyeah?â
âsince school is ending, thereâs gonna be a rager. do you wanna come?â
ellie smiles at you, accepting your offer.
âiâll be there.â
itâs the day of the rager, and ellieâs at her house with dina and jesse on her bed. âare you sure you really wannq go?â dina asks. ellieâs throwing her clothes everywhere, looking for an outfit to wear. âyeah,â jesse adds on âshe doesnât look like somebody who would hang out with you, what if this is all a prank?â ellie stops to look at them. âguys, i know youâre concerned but trust me on this, okay?â they nod their heads. âwhatever happens, you can always tell us okay? whatever you choose to do , weâre with you.â ellie smiles and pulls them into a group hug. sheâs wearing a wife pleaser, red flannel, and some jeans. shes tying her converse, she walks out the door, saying âwish me luck!â
she arrives at the house, and the music is so loud she can hear it from where sheâs at. nervously she turns to twist the door knob and instantly she goes looking for you. sheâs happy today after what happen yesterday, and sheâs thinking to herself nothing can change her mood. until she saw you. you had a red solo cup in your hand. you were with a jock, who made it pretty clear he wanted you. was ellie a joke? was everything you said to her nothing after all? her friends were right. clenched fists, she turns to head out of the party, rushing to her car trying not to cry.
the jock wouldnât take no for an answer, youâve made it clear youâre not interested in him. âdonât be like that, i see the way you look at me.â you scrunch up your nose in disgust. âwell you must be fucking blind.â and thats when you see in the corner of your eye, ellie. âfuck!â you murmur to yourself. ellie is already going towards the exist. as sheâs walking down the steps of the porch. you scream, âwait! itâs not what it looks like, i swear-â
âdo you think im a fucking joke? you made me feel like a fool.â
âellie i swear nothing happened i was-â
âwere you telling him your pranked worked? were you laughing about me? itâs done. i hope you had your fun.â
ellie is about to turn your back on you.
âellie im in love with you!â you yell. loud enough
that people from the outside were looking at what was happening.
ellie looks around, âyouâre drunk.â
âyes im drunk but that doesnât change the fact im in love with you. the man that was talking to me. i was telling him to leave me alone. i only have eyes for you ellie! anybody who knows me has to get to know you first!â you breath starts to hitch, knowing youâre about to cry and how people are listening but you no longer care.
âi use to cry, praying that God took these feelings away. now im praying to God for letting me meet you. God knew I needed you Ellie.â
ellie stands there in disbelief, she doesnât know what to say but her heart is about to explode. she runs to you, takes your hand and takes sits you in the passenger seat. closing the door, she starts the car and starts driving. she looks over at you, and youâre already staring at her. she places a hand on your thigh, and caresses it. âyouâre perfect in every way, ways im not. i couldnât believe somebody as amazing as you would want me, and im sorry.â
you smile, and place your hand on top of hers, âitâs okay, we were both pretty caught upâ you giggle.
she would fight the world to hear that giggle again.
she pulls up to your driveway, and shes about to drive off but you ask her to stay the night. and how could she say no to that pretty face of yours?
itâs all dark, but you hold her hand and she follows you into your room. you play some music on your record player.
âdo you like mazzy star els?â
âi dont listen to her much, but her voice is pretty.â
you walk up to her, and hold her by the waist. ellie looks down at you and pressed her lips onto yours. you close your eyes, melting into the kiss. you start getting hungrier for more, and you open your mouth to let her tongue slip into yours. the kisses start getting needier, and she walks you until your laying back on your bed. you straddle her waist, and she puts a hand up your dress causing you to whine.
âyouâre okay with this right?â
âof course els, please hurry.â
âplease what?â
you look away from her gaze, shyly, you fiddle with the seams of ellies wife pleaser and whisper to her , âplease touch me, it can only be you.â and with that, ellie is slipping your dress off. kissing your collarbone all the way down to the welts of your breast. she takes off your matching set of panties and bra. and her cold hands on pinching your nipples make your back arch into her touch. she sucks on your nipples, flicking her tongue on it back and forth earning whimpers from you each and every time.
ân-need you els..â you stutter. âim not going anywhere baby.â she chuckles, her breath on your beast making you close your eyes in pleasure. âim gonna touch you now okay? tell me when to stop.â she slides her fingers between your folds.
âalready so wet for me princessâ and as she hovers to your face to kiss you, her front pieces of her hair are touching your own face. youâre sloppily making out with her, moaning into her mouth.
then she puts two of her fingers in, feeling you instantly clench around them. you start moaning louder and louder âellie! ellie faster!â and she listens to you, curling her fingers even faster before hitting you in the g spot. your thighs start shaking. and your grabbing onto ellieâs fore arm, clawing it for any way to feel relief.
your moans reach an all time high and you know youâre almost there. im- im about to cum els!â and she starts sucking on your neck, âlet it out for me baby, you deserve it come on.â and you reach your climax, sweating and panting. she takes her fingers out of you and sucks them. âyou taste so good, everything about you is so sweet.â
still fucked out, you murmured incoherent sentences. âi wanna feel you against me els, please, please.â and ellie looks at you, grabbing your waist to pull you up. you looked at her in this love dovey expression and her heart skips a beat. âcan i take this off?â you ask and she gulps and nods. you take off her flannel. then wife pleaser. then her jeans. leaving her in underwear and her sports bra, which now youâre taking off her underwear.
as for the most part both of you are naked, you place your cunt onto hers. you grind against her lightly. both of you whimpering sweet nothings. âi love you els i love you i love youâ as you both of you are sweating, holding onto eachother, kissing as you slide on her and feel both of your holes clenching around nothing. âyouâre doing so good fâ meâ ellie blabbers. both of you are starting to reach your orgasms as you both moan in a higher octave, clawing at each others back, and feeling yourself twitch.
âi think im gonna cum i think-â âcome with me, be a good girl for me please.â she tells you needly, but you canât even tease her because you want this just as much, if not more. both of you reach your climax, beads of sweat running down each of your fore heads. you disconnect yourself from her cunt. both of your arousals sticking to each other in a way your bodies seem like theyâre made to mold into each otherâs.
you collapse onto the back of your bed. ellie crawls to lay on your chest. kissing you over and over again, as a way to praise you. you giggle and run your hands through her hair, massaging her scalp.
âshouldnât we clean up ellie?â you inquire, and you feel her breath on you again as she says âi wanna stay like this.â you nod and you bring blankets over you guys.
âim in love with you too.â ellie tells you.
âi think you showed me already.â you laughed.
âso are we girlfriends?â ellie asks you, looking up at you.
you kiss ellie, and tell her âif you go to every one of my practices.â
safe to say there was never a practice ellie didnât go to.
#the last of us#ellie x you#ellie x y/n#ellie willams x reader#ellie fluff#ellie smut#ellie x reader#ellie the last of us#ellie williams#ellie x fem reader#ellie tlou#loser!ellie#cheerleader!reader#wlw post#wlw smut#wlw#wlw ns/fw#lesbian pride#lesbian#wlw yearning#wlw community#wlw blog#wlw love#wlw and nblw only#tlou smut#smut#agnst#tlou2#tlou fanfiction#tlou game
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there are days that it is hard, and unfair, and some horrible part of me wishes i could have been born in a different world. i love being queer, i hate how others react to it. when i first came out at 15, my mom whispered: please don't say that. your life would be so much harder.
it is harder.
it is also a tuesday, walking my dog. we are both skiving off of work, and yes both of us have dyed hair and pronouns. mine is patchy - it was my first time trying bleach; i didn't have enough. theirs is a resilient toadstool green. a little girl comes up to us and asks um, excuse me? is your hair real? 'cause jason says you're a fairy.
it is sunday brunch, all of us talking over each other, overfull on love. she is trying out a new name today, and we made her a cake with today's name scrawled in shaky purple letters. she laughs so much she cries and then gets frosting in her hair. someone young at a different table keeps giving us these large, wide eyes: the same look we have all been on the other side of. the kind that says, breathless: wait, is that possible?
it is a half-fight in a supermarket because he loves "dance moms" and says abby's tiktok is funny and meanwhile i think the children in that show should be allowed to sue abby lee miller for child abuse. i tell him that it led to the casual acceptance of child harassment for mainly adult views; and then i am standing, suddenly, in someone else's thrown soda. there's a white lady standing there, furious, saying something about hell-on-earth. i had forgotten i was wearing stuff with pride colors. and then it is this: he had just been casually arguing with me - and within an instant, he squares his shoulders and goes after her like i am his sister
on saturday i sat in a circle while beca played with my hair and we were all over 30 and we laughed about how much happier we are being this old, how much more we appreciate our community. 25 minutes from now, we will be on stage to dance in baggy beige clothing, but for now we look on with envy to the dancers in loud-and-bright buttondowns. where are they getting these shirts! i cry, distraught. everyone laughs. one of our friends has a mushroom witch hat. this would have been cringey in high school, probably. instead we are all delighted with each other; happy just to be here and alive and moving
it's that last week my new friends cried with joy for me when they heard i'm getting top surgery. every so often i have the honor of being the first person someone feels comfortable enough to tell. i'm trying to make long fluttery butterfly wings to wear to pride; but i don't know anything about fabric or dye, so my friends have been sending me their personal advice.
i think in a different poem i would talk about how sometimes you walk into a room and put the mask back on. but i'm sleepy and my whole brain is fuzzy so i think in this one, it's a monday, and my dog and i took a nap on a couch, and i had missed texts from friends. i used to wake up lonely. i think this poem is about walking into a room and seeing someone and just knowing, the way you just-know-sometimes, and then giving them that little smile, and seeing them light up with joy and relief. it is how we always seem to be able to find each other in a crowded room. how we always seem to make friends with each other before even we know-it-to-be-true. it is saying: we're very different people; but i belong to you.
it is harder, yes. but it comes with a built-in family.
#wish this was better written!!! but im sleepy!!#writeblr#pride#lgbt#but for real please help me make these lesbian wings. gonna get the supplies tomorrow . i have#no sewing machine but know how to hand sew#have never done a good job with tie dye so idk why im just runnin with it#ps im specifically going to boston pride next weekend come hang out with me
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MIGUEL OâHARA â and places heâd kiss you in
rewatched atsv and was hit with a very strong wave of yearning for this man that (unfortunately) doesnât exist so now weâre here! tagging @greensagephase too as she was the one who inspired me to write this, please enjoy!! (^_^) âĄ
â his lab, at work
like iâve mentioned a thousand times before in my other fics and posts, miguel isnât the biggest fan of pda. he prefers intimacy when itâs just the two of you, without the crumbling pressure of his snoopy coworkers.
that is mostly why his laboratory is one of the most secure places in headquarters. with a platform that might as well be touching the ceiling, it grants utmost privacy to him and you. he enjoys it when you visit him, whether itâs to bring food or company, the fact you go out of your busy day to come see him makes his heart swell.
he loves to shower you in kisses in those fleeting moments youâre both together, before the day ends. he presses a kiss to your hairline, and takes a whiff of your shampoo. before he moves down to your forehead, your nose, then your lips. heâll tell you about the day heâs had, you will tell him about yours in return, and heâll wonder how he got so lucky.
â the park, early mornings
iâd like to think that miguel is a morning person. when he can, he goes on brisk walks in a park nearby to wind down a little before he starts a very hectic day.
you, on more than one occasion, have chosen to join him, which miguel feels guilty for most of the time. mainly because he thinks you need sleep, as adorable as you look when youâre tired. he notices how sluggish you can be when you join him, which is why neither of you give that big of an effort to make conversation. not like it makes the moment any less meaningful.
there is a way that the peeping sun reflects on you so beautifully. even with tired eyes, unkempt hair, and an âuncoordinatedâ outfit (according to you. but heâd be attracted to you even if you wore a potato sack), every inch of you from head to toe looks like it came straight out of a renaissance painting.
he will pull you behind a tree, pepper kisses to your cheeks, before kissing you senseless on the lips. he holds your face in his warm palms like a prized jewel, and each kiss feels slower than the next. his breath is hot against your mouth as he pauses before he leans in for one after the other.
â at a restaurant, dinner time
on date nights, it really depends on how both of you are feeling on where the location is. maybe, it feels nice to doll up and look nice, but if itâs too much effort, somewhere casual and near-by is sufficient enough for you and him.
either way, those nights are the ones where miguelâs romance levels are reaching through the roof. he simply canât stop and wonât stop looking at you, and how stunning you are. he doesnât know how you always manage to keep him relaxed, because even he knows about how high-strung he can get, but he always gets so eerily calm when youâre around.
while youâre in the restaurant, he will subtly hold your hand under the table. on the rare occasion, heâll break his âlittle to no PDAâ rule, he will press kisses along the inside of your hand to your knuckles. he does try to be discreet, but the way you get so flustered by his boldness eggs him on.
â bonus: at home
when miguel comes back home, a lot of the time he lets his actions speak for how he feels.
normally, if youâre doing something when he returns, he embraces you from behind, lets out a huge sigh of relief, and clings to your back like a koala until you are both seated. if youâre on the bed or couch, reading a book or watching something on the tv, he collapses on top of you and puffs all the air out from your chest.
he will kiss you on your neck, or when heâs really tired, just leave his lips there. heâll lay on your chest and kiss you there also, while leaving a trail down to your stomach.
i'm still so not over him. sorry to my cousin's friends who apparently read some of my stuff, i am not normal about this old man
#across the spiderverse#spiderman: across the spiderverse#atsv#spiderverse#miguel oâhara#miguel o'hara#miguel oâhara x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel oâhara x you#miguel oâhara x y/n#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x y/n#x reader#x gn!reader#miguel oâhara fluff#spiderman 2099#spiderman 2099 x reader#spiderman 2099 x you#spiderman 2099 x y/n#miguel oâhara fanfiction#miguel o'hara fluff
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Trapped
Pairing: Yan!stalker!jungkook x fem!reader
released: 11.08.24
Warnings: kidnapping, chasing, hunting, possesive behavior, obsessive behavior, unprotected sex, sex in the woods, blindfolded, eating out from behind, kissing, hickeys, pet names, degrading, praise, hair pulling, slapping, reader gives in, edging, spitting, whipping (one time), the story takes a dark turn at the end, meanie Jk, lmk if I missed any!
Note: I kinda rushed it at the end but I still hope you liked it <3 keep in mind that this a one shot
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âOh baby,â he laughs, âcome out. If you come out now, I wonât go that hard on you, sweetheart.â He coos, trying to convince you to leave your hiding spot.
Your heart is pounding so fast, youâre so scared, you feel like passing out. Currently youâre hiding from your stalkerâ Jungkook.
It started with sweet notes and flowers, delivered to your doorstep to expensive gifts to him texting you and telling you to keep your distance from a guy, youâve gotten close with. To him forcing you to wear a necklace, which had a tracker in it, but you didnât know that.
To him stalking you and not trying to hide it. He would follow you everywhere you went. Wether you went out shopping with your friends or visiting your parents.
You havenât told anyone âbout him. Not your friends, parents or co- workers. Mainly because he threatened you.
On your way home from a late convenience food run, he pulled you into an alley, clasping his hand over your mouth to prevent you from screaming.
He dragged you to his car and shoved you in it. Once he got inside, he fastened your seatbelt and wore a mask, âwhat the hell, you motherfucker! Leave me this instantââ
You couldnât yell at him anymore once gas filled your lungs and you passed out.
âYou scream too much,â Jungkook mutters and caresses your hair.
He takes off his mask and starts driving towards his destination.
ââââ
You groan as the pain hits you, your head is paining so hard and your muscles feel limb, âwhere am I?â
You stand up from the bed and immediately fall down, âwhy canât I feel my legs?â You mumble, panic taking over you.
You struggle to get up but once you do, you start taking a look at the room youâre in. Itâs a big room, with no windows unfortunately but it has a king sized bed with silky black covers, a mirror above the bed. The wall behind the bed is painted black, the rest of the walls are white. A walk in closet and you notice a door. You walk towards the door but stop in your track when you hear water. Itâs a bathroom.
Somebody is in it.
Somebody is taking a shower.
The humming comes to a halt and the faucet gets turned off, thatâs when you start breathing heavily and start backing away from the door.
You run to the main door and try opening it but to your luck, itâs locked. You bite your lip and start thinking, âI should pretend like Iâm still passed out.â You mumble and run to the bed and lay in the exact position you where in when you woke up. Hopefully he will leave the room and leave it unlocked so you can escape.
After a few minutes you hear the bathroom door open. You can hear your heart pounding so fast. Footsteps are heard, you assume he walks to the walk- in closet to put on his clothes.
Once he gets dressed he leaves the room.
âThat is my chance.â
You run to the door eagerly but stop abruptly when you hear footsteps, âshit!â you think to yourself and run to the bed again.
You hear a light chuckle before the bathroom door closes again.
You hear the blow dryer go off, ânow it is my chance.â
You quietly run out and down the stairs, the house is so big, itâs complicated. You try finding the door to freedom but canât, âfuck him and this houseâŠ.â You mumble and finally find the door.
You sigh in relief and your eyes lit up seeing the door.
âYeah, Iâd like that.â an arm wraps itself around your waist from behind, and youâre pulled back, bumping into a buff chest.
A strong cologne fills your nostrils, looking down at your waist, you see a big, tattooed hand wrapped around you. You feel his breath hitting your nape, your hair standing up.
You gulp and slowly turn your head around, to look at your kidnapper.
Your eyes almost fall out of their sockets upon looking at his breathtaking face.
Cute big round eyes, pillowy soft lips, a cute mole under his lower lip, cute cheeks, a scar on the right one.
Magnificent.
A chuckle brings you out of your trance.
Thatâs when your realize. Youâre in your kidnappers arms. No matter how handsome he is, this is wrong. He kidnapped you.
âWho are you?â You try freeing yourself from his arms, âwhat do you want from me? Whyââ he places his forefinger on your lips, silencing you.
âYou talk too much.â He draws his face closer, âI will answer all of your questions once you eat, alright?â
If you want answers, you have toâŠ.. eat? Your kidnapper is offering you food?
âCome.â He whispers softly, taking your hand in his big one. He takes you to the kitchen you saw earlier. The whole kitchen is backâ which honestly gives off his vibe. You obviously donât know him, he kidnapped you! But from what youâve seen while searching for the door to escape. You saw his living room and kitchen, theyâre black tooâ all the furniture and he has a few portraits hanging on the walls, which give off a dark vibe. You saw some red too (the furniture, no blood).ïżŒïżŒ
ïżŒHe makes you sit at the little table, itâs a classic glass table. Itâs squared and has exactly two black chairs.
âI cooked your favorite!â He places down your favorite dish. How does he know that? Who is he?
For all you know it could be poisoned, your kidnapper sits down in front of you and lovingly smiles at you, âdonât worry, I didnât poison it.â He take a spoon full to prove himself, slowly you start eating it.
The whole time while youâre eating, he is staring at you. You just keep looking down, you donât dare to look at him. He might be sweet to you, but his eyes they scare you. Theyâre cute and big and round but theyâre so dark.
They look sinister.
âIâm done eating, will you tell me now?â You carefully ask. You donât wan to provoke him or push his buttons, you donât know what heâs like. For all you know he could just be pretending to be âniceâ to hide his true self.
âSo,â he begins, putting his chopsticks down, âmy name is Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, and you are here because I want you to.â
ââŠ.what?â Confusion is clearly written all over your face, âyou canât just kidnap me!â The confusion turns into rage, Jungkook just sighs and stands up, âI didnât kidnap you, I took whatâs rightfully mine, which is you. Youâre mine, you belong to me and only me.â
This man is delusional.
âIâm my own person! I belong only to myself!â You also stand up. Jungkook chuckles lowly to himself before walking over to you, caging you between the wall and him, âthatâs where youâre wrong, sweetheart.â He puts his hand on the wall, âI own you, mind, body and soul.â He devilishly smirks.
ââââ
Itâs been four days.
Four days of you being locked up.
Four days are enough to tell you, this man is mentally unstable.
After yesterdayâs incident in the kitchen, he locked you up in his room, like a prisoner. He would bring you your meals and sweet talk to you but you would just ignore him.
That raged him, but he tried not to snap at you. He knows if he yells at you, you wouldnât talk to him ever, so he tried to be patient, but youâre giving his patience a run on thin ice.
Itâs been four days.
Enough is enough.
He barges in his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He doesnât see you on the bed, he knocks on the bathroom door. You donât answer.
He grows nervous. What if you escaped? Thereâs no way you couldâve gotten out of the room. It doesnât have any windows, he locked the door, he took the key with him.
He starts breathing heavily out of anger. He already is angry. He gave you enough time to accept him and you just ignored all his efforts. Youâre lucky he loves you or else he would have killed you.
âShit,â he walks towards the door. In the corner of his eye he notices something shiny black, looking down he sees a bobby pin.
He lowly chuckles, picking it up, he keeps it in his pocket, âyouâre so done, y/n.â
ââââ
âWhere do I go??â You pant as you run aimlessly in the woods.
You feel like youâre running in circles.
You suddenly stop running and stand completely still.
âI know youâre here and can hear me. Games over, come out now.â
Your breath hitched in your throat and you feel like crying. Quickly but quietly you run behind a tree, crouching down and putting your hand over your mouth to prevent any sounds from escaping your mouth.
âOh baby,â he laughs, âcome out. If you come out now, I wonât go that hard on you, sweetheart.â He coos, trying to convince you to leave your hiding spot.
You hear his boots walking in the opposite direction youâre in, looking behind bushes and trees, âIâve been very patient with you, my love. But you donât seem to like that, huh?â He laughs, âwant me to go hard on you, is that it? Baby wants to get a punishment? Wants to get handcuffed to our bed and get senselessly fucked? Or yet better, wanna get fucked here in the open, for everyone to see?â The way he is talking is disgusting but still gets you wet, âwanna get stuffed full with my cock?â He continues talking in that seductive tone.
Jungkook smirks. He knows where youâre hiding, he knew all along but decided to play a little game with you. He is giving you false hope and acting like he doesnât know where youâre currently hiding.
Nasty images flash in your mind, him bending you over and taking you from behind. You shake your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts.
Jungkook walks around a bit more and finally decides to approach you. He walks up behind you, his left hand in his pocket and the other one a few inches away from your hair, âyou know I can hear your breathing, right?â He tightly grips your hair and yanks your head back, your eyes widening at the sight of your stalker standing above you, eyes dark, filled with list and that thrill. He smirks at you, âyouâre not very good at hiding, but maybe at running.â He says, head tilted to the side.
Before you can ask him what he means, youâre standing on your feet, face inches away from his.
âIâm gonna give you a chance, you deserve that for all the effort.â He snickers, voice filled with mockery.
He clearly means your poor attempt at escaping.
âYou can run anywhere you want, if you get to the road without me catching you then youâre free.â He closes the distance between you two, âbut if I catch youâŠâ he doesnât complete his sentence, âIâll even give you a thirty second head start.â He smirks.
âOne⊠two⊠three⊠fourâŠâ
It takes you a few seconds to process his words, âtimes ticking, baby.â He stops counting, âor do you want that punishment? Knew you were a thirsty little slut.â He scoffs, beginning to count again.
ââŠfive⊠sixâŠâ
You ignore the wetness between your thighs.
You hastily turn around and start sprinting in the direction you were originally going to.
While running you take a look behind you, he is standing there with a shit eating grin. You scoff and focus forward. Droplets of water hit your shoulders and you look above, the clouds are gray, the sun is gone and itâs starting to rain heavily. Your hair gets wet, like the rest.
Youâre sure itâs already been thirty seconds, a huge smile takes over your face as soon as you see the road with cars passing by.
âFinally made it.â You smile in victory and run faster towards the road.
âYou thought you could escape?â Jungkook laughs in amusement and you cry out of pain as he yankes your hair back, âlet me go!â
âA deals a deal, right baby?â He smirks, âyou didnât get to the road and I caught you, you lost.â
You gasp in surprise when he picks you up like a sack of potatoes, he grips your thighs and starts walking. Your face is right in front of his plump ass, âwow, what a great view.â You mumble and look at his long legs. I really thought I could out-run him, not only does he have long legs but also looks athletic.
Jungkook starts humming a tune.
The clouds are still gray and itâs lightly raining now, âJungkââ âNo.â
You shut up and donât dare to say anything again.
ââââ
âOw!â You groan in pain when he pins you against a tree.
âShut up.â He unbuttons your jeans and quickly shoved his hands in your panties before you can say anything, âknew it,â he smirks, eyes looking at yours, âthe chase got you wet, huh?â He chuckles before bringing up his fingers, putting them in his mouth, tasting you, he hums in satisfaction.
âSweet, just like I thought.â He whispers, his hands traveling from your throat to the hoodie youâre wearing. In a swift motion he pulls it off, leaving you only in your unbuttoned jeans.
âNo bra?â He grins, raising his pierced brow.
You donât try to fight him anymore, you just need him.
After leaving hickeys all over your collarbone and neck he pushes down your jeans, turning you around he gets on his knees, eating you out from behind.
He softly suck on your folds and you moan, rocking your hips against his face, he places his hands on your hips, steadying you and keeping you in place.
âIâm close!â You warn him once your orgasm in nearing. He is no longer going soft but harsh.
He pulls his tongue out and stands up, âI was close⊠whyâd you stop?â You pout turning around to find him looking at you with a stupid grin on his face, âdo you think you deserve to cum after pulling that stunt?â His face switches to serious.
You do not reply him, but stare at him. The rain is getting stronger and his hair is getting wet, giving him wavy hair (190811 Jk). He pushes your jeans further down, below your knees and gives you a loud smack on your aching cunt.
You gasp, clinging to his shoulders, âyouâre not allowed to cum until I say so.â He spits on your chest, his spit going between the valley of your breasts.
He licks his lips and turns you around giving each ass cheek a loud smack. You whimper and hold onto the tree tightly. Your hands hurt from gripping the tree so hard but thatâs the least worry you have right now.
You hear a belt ruttling in the back and assume he is taking it of or lowering his jeans.
He pushes his jeans along with his briefs down revealing his long and thick length. He takes a step closer and slaps his cock against your aching cunt.
You moan, trying to reach behind you to touch him, âah ah ah,â he holds your wrist in a loose but not too tight grip, âno touching.â Thatâs all he says before tying your hands behind your back with his belt.
You feel him drap something over you eyes, âand no looking.â You desperately whine, âbut I wanna see and touch you.â
He mischievously laughs, a dark laugh filled with no empathy, âyou think you deserve that? Ya think you deserve to look or touch me?â He whispers in your ear, his lips touching the shell, âno baby,â he laughs, âIâm so pissed at you for being so rude to me.â He hisses, âAfter showing my love to you and cook for you, you ignore me? And you even tried to escape.â
âIâm going to punish you.â He growls in your ear, pulling your hair back, he chuckles when he sees tears in your eyes, âoh baby, youâre already crying? But we havenât even started yet.â He pouts.
He tried to be gentle and sweet with you but that didnât work so being harsh is the only solution now.
He loosens (is that even a word?) his grip on your hair and pushes your body forward, your chest is now touching the tree, your nipples grazing past the rough texture of the tree, making them hard.
He places his hand on your throat while the other hand is playing with your folds, pulling them apart and softly massaging them. Circling his index finger around your tight hold thatâs just waiting to be filled with his hot seeds.
A painful loud cry escapes your throat when he pushes his hard length in you in one go. He squeezes your throat, shortly cutting off any air.
He groans in pleasure, âfuck, so tight.â He talks to himself and doesnât give you any time to adjust and just starts moving harshly.
âI gave you food over your head, a shelter, I gave you foodâ fuck, I even cooked for you, baby. I provided you with everything, most importantly my love. And this is how you thank me? You run away?â He thrusts into you, hard. His painfully deep thrusts have your legs shaking.
âUngrateful bitch.â He slaps your cunt while keeping his pace the same, hard, deep, fast.
âDo ya feel me here?â He places his hand that was previously chocking you on your tummy, feeling himself inside you.
Youâre in a haze, not hearing him.
âDumb slut is forgetting where she is.â He mockingly chuckles, he places his hands on your hips again and slows down his thrusts, not wanting either of you to come yet.
He frees your hands and whips your ass, lightly, with the belt.
You scream at the unknown pain, âstop please!â You cry out, placing your hands on the tree to support you.
He rips your dress off you.
Jungkook picks the speed up again, âtoo much!â You tell him.
He pushes you against him so your back is leaning against his front. You feel his abs on your back.
You moan when he hits your g-spot.
âYouâre gonna take it,â he whispers into your ear, âyouâre gonna take all of it. Everything I give you, yeah?â
You moan and nod your head, youâre on cloud nine, heâs fucking you so goodâŠ. You hate to admit it.
âCould be in you forever.â He moans, biting your shoulder, softly.
He smirks when you start fucking him back, âknew you were gonna give in.â He mocks you, playing with your nipples.
You start whimpering and whining and your moans are getting high pitched, thatâs when he knows youâre getting close.
He is getting close too. He leaves kisses along your neck and cums into you with a grunt. Before you can cum too, he pulls out.
He strokes his cock and more cum come spurting out and lands on your ass.
You breath heavily as a sentence crosses your mind.
âYouâre not allowed to cum.â
He turns you around by your shoulders and looks at your silent form, âyouâre getting it now?â He asks but your focus is somewhere else.
How did he put his pants on so fast? You didnât even hear him.
âYouâre mine.â He smirks.
He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder, all naked. With his cum leaking out of your gaping hole and his cum on your ass.
You sigh.
You
Are
Defeated.
ââââ
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how to (properly) make tomato soup | gojo satoru
.. itâs three pm, youâre sick, and satoru takes it upon himself to take care of you (except thereâs one problem: he does not possess any shred of culinary ability whatsoever).
content: 1.7k words, no explicit gender mention but pet names like angel and baby are used, gojo being silly while geto is absolutely done w his bullshit, reader has a migraine, mainly a self indulgent comfort/crack fic
when you feel the pounding in your ears again, tears start to form in your eyes. fuck, you just canât help it.
youâre tired. so tired of the constant headachesâthe migraines that plague your days and make staying awake completely unbearable.
the familiar ache settles in, but you can tell that this time, itâs much worse than usual. the nauseating pressure that can be described as thousands of needles pricking the back of your eyes, the blinding light in the room thatâs assaulting your vision, the overwhelming sounds around you that are so intense to the point where you want to do nothing but cry.
so⊠thatâs exactly what you do.
you succumb to the pain, letting out a choked sob that arguably just makes everything worse. tears slowly make their way down your cheeks, and you put your head in your hands to simultaneously muffle your cries and shield yourself from the light around you. you want to turn off the light. your head screams at you to turn off the light, but youâre so dizzy that you can barely even move.
ây/n?â
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the first call of your name barely registers amidst the ringing in your ears. you hear it when your name is said a second time, though, and you feel yourself coming back to your surroundings.
heâs⊠here.
your boyfriend, satoru. yeah, heâs here.
head still buried in your hands, you carefully move one of your fingers to peek at him. heâs crouched down in front of you, a look of concern on his face. heâs saying somethingâŠ
âwhere does it hurt, baby?â youâre still so stunned that you canât find the strength in you to speak. so you close your eyes and point to the area where it hurts the most, sniffling. âis it okay if i massage that area, angel?â
throughout the midst of all your pain and tears, your heart manages to swell. it swells for satoru, because heâs hereâheâs present, and he cares about you.
you manage out a small nod, eyes still shut. you let out a shaky breathâa breath that you just found out you were holding, since everything hurt so much that you forgot to breathe.
satoru massages your temples gently, even making an effort to softly wipe the tears off of your face. he feels your forehead with the back of his hand and frowns at your temperature. youâre starting to burn up. âs more than a headache, baby. iâm gonna take you to the bed, okay?â
this was going to be a long afternoon.
he carries you bridal style to your bedroom and gently places you on the mattress. he turns off the lights and draws the blinds shut, providing a welcome respite from the sensory assault just moments ago. you exhale a sigh of relief, slowly opening your eyes as you wipe the dried tears off your face. he climbs into the bed with you, and you instinctively cling to him for support as you wrap your arms around his neck. it hurts. everything hurts, but satoruâs presence makes it slightly more bearable. âmy poor angel. have you been overworking yourself lately?â
you bury your face in his neck, finding comfort in being close to your boyfriend. he presses a feather-light kiss on your forehead, and it makes you want to cry again. âmaybe. the headaches are getting worse.â
âyou should take it easier on yourself. i canât have you cryinâ like this. not on my watch,â he remarks, making sure to keep his voice low as not to overwhelm you. âyâknow, if your migraines were a person, iâd make sure to hollow purple âem. no hesitation.â
a soft laugh escapes you, but you regret it almost immediately as it just intensifies the pain. he lets out an apology, but you just huff.
you close your eyes again, exhaustion taking over as your eyelids grow heavier. satoru slowly releases himself from your vice grip, much to your chagrin. you try and weakly protest, but he just shushes you gently. âjust go to sleep, baby. iâll be right back, okay? when was the last time you ate?â
âhm⊠i remember having a little bit of breakfast when i woke up-â
âalright.â he says, making a mental note that he should make food. âiâm going to go make you something, okay? i promise iâll be back soon.â
â...donât burn down the kitchen, please.â
âi canât promise that, though.â
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âyou found the soup packet? okay, finally. now you just turn on the stoveâŠâ
satoruâs a little embarrassed to say that he doesnât know how to cook.
growing up, heâs had practically everything served to him on a silver platter, so he never had to worry about making his own food. and frankly, despite your statement earlier being a joke, he is genuinely afraid to burn the house down. so, he has his best friend suguru on a video call right now, teaching himâgojo satoru, a twenty-eight-year-old manâhow to make instant soup.
âthe stove?â
âyeahâŠ? donât tell me you donât know-â
â-no, no. i know how to turn the stove on. of course i do.â it feels like heâs trying to convince himself more than suguru. the camera shows satoru in his kitchen, sweating profusely and glaring at the stove like itâs his biggest enemy. satoru has fought countless curses in his life, has had near-death experiences multiple times, and even faced the king of curses himself, but he thinks that everything pales in comparison to this task. he tries to turn the knob, but it wonât budge. âwhat the hell?-â
âsatoru-â it seems like the azure-eyed man doesnât hear him as he keeps trying to turn on the stove (suguru swears he hears him muttering the phrase âwith this treasure i summonâ, but thatâs not even his technique). he canât help but facepalm for the hundredth time during the duration of this call. âsatoru!â
he finally gets his attention, and satoru looks at his phone and sees geto with a look that screams âare you fucking kidding me?ââor really, just a look of utter disappointment. âyouâre turning the stove the wrong way.â
â...â
he turns the knob the opposite way, and the burner sets ablaze instantly.
âoh, yeah⊠um, i definitely knew that.â
âsatoru, how do you survive whenever youâre not on a mission?â
âsometimes i think about that too, really. i think itâs because y/n is the one who always cooks.â
âyou think i canât tell already?â
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much to both of their surprise, satoru managed to make a pot of tomato soup. it only took him approximately forty-five minutes. satoru seems so proud of himself, meanwhile suguru looks so ready to block his number and never talk to him again.
he pours some of the soup into a bowl, and places it on a tray. he also takes a few painkillers from the medicine cabinetâalong with a bottle of water. he thanks suguru for helping him, and is about to hang up but stops short when his best friend freezes. âwait, hold on. did you turn off the stove?â
and after making suguru swear on his life to never speak of this event to you and airing out the house to get rid of the smell of smoke, gojo satoru, âthe strongestâ, thinks heâs the first ever man to somehow burn a pot full of soup.
âitâs an impressive feat, really.â he claims.
suguru just says that he should never be allowed near a kitchen ever again, and satoru actually finds it in himself to silently agree.
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an hour has passed, and he sets the tray on the nightstand, relieved that the past hour of his life is finally over, never wanting to do that ever again. youâre sleeping soundly on the bed, and he almost doesnât have the heart to wake you up, but he knows that you have to eat something. he turns the nightlight on and gently taps you on the shoulder as you wake up with a stir. âtoru? sâthat you?â
âitâs me. can you wake up for me, baby? i promise you can sleep again after, but you need to eat.â when you slowly sit up from your sleeping position, he places the tray on your lap and softly coaxes you to eat. you take a spoonful of soup into your mouth, relishing in the flavor as youâre just now realizing how hungry you are.
âthis is good,â you say, letting out a smile. the nap helped you come back to your senses a little, and you can finally breathe a little easy now that the pounding in your head has eased. âdidnât know you could make this.â
âyeah, well, you better savor it.â cause iâm never making that again.
when you finish the soup, you swallow a few painkillers while taking a greedy gulp of water from the bottle on the tray.
just in case the pain comes back, you think. though you really, really wish that it wouldnât.
satoru sets the tray on the nightstand, and you settle back into the covers, wanting to just sleep the rest of the day away. satoru follows not long after, turning off the nightlight and letting out a yawn.
you bury your face in his neck once more, kissing him on the cheek. âthank you, for umâfor all of this.â
âs nothing. just promise that you wonât overwork yourself again, okay?â he says, carefully caressing your cheek with his thumb.
âiâll try not to.â
âhey, you canât say just that. you have to say, âi promise not to overwork myself again, toru. i love you, and thank you for the tomato soup.ââ he says while poorly imitating your voice, and you canât help but laugh.
âokay, okay. i promise not to overwork myself again, love. i love you so, so much.â you say while peppering kisses all over his face, and heâs so glad that the lights are off so that youâre unable to see how his cheeks are beet red. âthank you for taking care of me⊠and for the soup. it was good.â
and as your eyelids begin to grow heavy once more, satoru thinks that his efforts arenât in vain after all. because the sight of you, finding comfort in his presence, stirs a little bit of determination from within him. and maybe, just maybe, heâd take it upon himself to learn how to properly cook, not just (partially burnt) instant soup, but a real meal for the next time that youâre feeling like this.
and as he watches your chest rise up and down as you sleep, he canât help but whisper, âyeah. next time, iâll make you more than just soup. iâll cook something special, just for you. ând i wonât burn the pot again, either.â
because for you, satoru would do anything as long as he gets to see you happy. and part of that includes learning how to (properly) make tomato soup⊠and more.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo satoru x you#gojo x reader#gojo satoru fluff#gojo fluff#gojo satoru comfort#gojo comfort
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God, thank you for rec'ing this fic, it is SOOOO good.
I am so sad that I am now basically caught up with it; pretty much.
I want more so badly.
But I can wait.
(also, I want Leo to get/keep some cool water/mystic water guardian powers somehow after all he goes through in this fic; he deserves some kind of award for everything he went through in the show and movie and now this. The poor blue baby goes through so much in this fic. I love it. I hate it, because the poor baby, but I love it, because I love seeing my favorites both suffer and tortured) and also gets lots of love and comfort. His bros go through so much too. They are also so great and great to each other in this fic).
Anyways, I love this fic so much, and it is such a Rise take on H20 (loved those show(s) btw), and also, horrifying (or how you described it as, psychological horror) and creepy and mind-trippy and stuff/etc. too!
Just a really awesome premise and story and characterization and etc.!
Anyways, just such an awesome fic. I am pretty obesessed with it now. I rec. it too so much to other people.
Esp. if u are looking for some Leo-centric stuff and/or are a Leo fan! It is great for that. Though, it is just great in general too.
Thanks OP once again for rec'ing this great fic, and a great Leo-centric fic too. I am always looking for more good Leo stuff/Leo takes/Leo-centric stuff/etc.
Now for more of this amazing fic.
Also, if you find any more great fics/comics/whatever/etc., esp. good Leo/Leo-centric/has good Leo characterizations or portrayals or takes and so on/etc. ones then I wouldn't mind u making another post or reblog or whatever like this post! Or something like that or something.
Like I said; I am always ready to have more of those kinds of things to read/watch/listen to/etc.
P.S.: I also find that love line from Ch15. Esp. in context. Though, with the context, I am also freaking out too (during that part/scene(s)).
Before I go to bed.... Another ROTTMNT Leo-centric fanfic rec
Ongoing fanfic, 15/? as of 04/26/23
Gen, no romance
Synopsis: Leo goes swimming and "something" follows him back home in return. Kind-of mind-control/possession ensues and mostly not fun.
Sickfic except the "sick" is kinda like the whole "parasite from the water" psychological horror situation, except that parasite is also maybe um magic. Like. H2O: Just Add Water except significantly more stressful.
Please note the psychological horror aspect and the additional tags
The fluff is good when it's there, but so is the angstđ€đ€
Anyways, I love this line from chapter 15:
Because despite how much this scene sent my heart racing, amazing dialogue as always đ€đ€đ€
#s0fti3w1tch#tmnt#rottmnt#tmnt leo#rottmnt leo#there must be something in the water#there must be something in the water fic#rottmnt there must be something in the water#rottmnt there must be something in the water fic#filsamek#tagging them as the creator of the fic being rec'ing#like the OP post says; please mind the psychological horror and the other tags#some spoilers for the fic that is being rec'ing:#so--funny story while i was reading this fic; when i got to the point where leo went to take a shower sometime after going to the#mystic/magic moon pool. ofc; the shower didn't happen right after he came back but it was like his shower after coming back from it.#and me knowing something was wrong with leo by that point due#to in-fic reasons. as well as fic and chapter summary and tags reasons.#but mainly; in this case my knowledge of h20. i thought when donnie and mikey busted their way into the bathroom after leo#was not reacting or anything when mikey was trying to get into the bathroom; which donnie showed up later and saw this and also#tried to get leo to open the door. and when he couldn't either#and then they saw a bunch of water (I think; don't quote me on this)#leaking out from under the door. they decided to bust in. and because of me watching h20 i really thought they were going to find leo#with a merman tail (which i also wasn't expecting to happen so soon. though; in this case they did find leo in this state pretty quickly#but like. everyone; including leo was still very confused by it and things got slowly unraveled about what was going on with leo.#which was very cool) and was really freaking out about it and reading that section slowly because i was freaking out.#leo didn't end up having a tail though so just lol at my freaking out there. tbf though; i went from relief that donnie and mikey#didn't just find leo with a fricken tail to freaking out about leo's general weird state (if you read the fic; you know what i am talking#about when i say weird state or weird states is prob. more accurate). so in the end i was still freaking out. just the reason why changed#wow. these tags got more/longer than i meant. but that seems to happen often to me. lol.#rottmnt fic rec
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stress relief
words: 1.1k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, male receiving handjob and oral, semi dub con (mainly power dynamics), bimbo!reader, ceo!rafe
âhey y/n.â rafes secretary says as you quickly make your way past her desk with a quick wave and into your bosses office, knowing you're a few minutes late.
âhi, bossman.â you smile wide as you enter, placing his iced coffee down on the coaster that stays sat out and ready.
ây/n, thank god you're here.â rafe groans, pushing himself away from his laptop, needing a break from staring at the screen.
âim only like five minutes late.â you pout, already feeling tears well up in your eyes. âit's just because your coffee was taking a long time and-â
âno, i don't care about that.â rafe shakes his head quickly. the second he saw you in the lobby, among the line of girls waiting to interview for his assistant position, he knew you'd be chosen.
tight pink shirt showing off your cleavage and a skirt that was clearly bought just for the interview, twice the length of what rafe guessed was your average skirt length, and quickly figured out he was right when you reverted back to your mini skirts.
âoh, okay.â all the negative emotions you were feeling are gone as you shrug.
âbut i do need you for something. come here.â rafe beckons you over and you move quickly to the other side of the desk.
âwhat is it ya need?â you ask, quirking your head to the side.
âneed some stress relief.â rafe grunts, adjusting the front of his pants from where he's painfully pressing against the zipper.
âokay, like a massage?â you question. you're not sure what the normal functions of an assistant to a ceo entails, but for how much you're getting paid, you're willing to do pretty much anything.
âyes, a massage.â rafe nods enthusiastically. âexactly. and i have one place that really needs to be massaged.â
âmmkay.â you nod, figuring it's his shoulders or something, when rafe tugs at his zipper and pulls his painfully hard cock out.
âoh my god!â you squeal, covering your face quickly, palms smacking against your cheeks.
âno, no.â rafe says calmly. âthis is just part of the job, okay?â
âi⊠are you sure?âÂ
âyes. now come give me a massage so i can get back to work.â
âokayâŠâ you take a better look at his dick, hard and long with a decent size to it that makes you imagine something you definitely shouldn't about your boss. you shake the thoughts out of your head and grab your desk chair from the corner of the room and drag it towards rafe.
you sit down next to him, glancing again between his eyes and his exposed privates. rafe gives you an encouraging nod, and there's no way your boss would lie to you, right?Â
your hand reaches out to grasp rafes cock, swallowing thickly to ignore the urge to wrap your lips around it as you begin to stroke him.
âis that good?â you question.
âyeah, real good, just keep going.â rafe relaxes into his chair, plush and comfortable for the long hours he spends in the office, always arriving before you and leaving long after you've called it quits for the day.
you reach your other hand forward as well, working his length with both hands. you tug your lower lip between your teeth, focusing on his pleasure as you jack him off.
rafe keeps mostly quiet, just a slight increase in the noise of his exhales, but not quite yet a sigh. you leave one hand moving up and down his length and bring the other to the head of his cock, moving in teasing swirls before swiping the pad of your thumb right over his tip.
âoh, that's good.â rafe mutters, his eyes blinking hard to stay open, wanting to remember exactly what it's like to have you leaning forward, breasts almost spilling out as your hands work on his cock.
âanything for you boss.â you smile. you do love working for rafe. being his assistant is mostly just running errands for him, but even that doesn't take up enough of your time, so you end up online shopping and picking at your nails until 5pm hits.
âyou are really good at massages.â rafe smirks, and you don't catch his implication. that you're experienced and not in literal massages.
âthanks.â you feel your cheeks blush, face heating. it's hard to get a compliment out of rafe. the nicest thing you think he's ever done is when you caught him staring at your ass as you walked away.
âkeep doing that.â rafe says when you cup your hand over the head of his cock, rubbing your palm against his leaky tip.
âmmkay.â you hum again, your usual response to any of rafes demands. your other hand keeps stroking over his length, squeezing just tight enough to have rafes lower jaw dropping in pleasure.
you both jump when the phone begins to ring. rafe reaches over to quickly end the call when he sees who it is.
âstop, it's tokyo.â rafe whispers as your hands continue to move. even though you keep yourself out of the business side, you know how big of a deal the companies japanese partners are.
âanswer it!â you squeal, but your hands continue to move.
rafe know he can't keep them waiting so he quickly accepts the call, trying to fix his voice while you stare at him, still stroking almost absentmindedly up and down his cock.
rafe answers the question the representative on the other end has as you drop one hand down to fondle his balls, squeezing your hand into the opening in his pants to touch them.
rafe pulls the phone receiver away from his mouth as he lets out a quiet curse, eyes pleading for you to stop, but you can't make yourself, and rafe certainly won't push your hands away when he's longed to have them on him for so long.
rafes voice is shaky as he answers questions, his cock pulsing in your hand, tip turning pink as you realize what is about to happen.
you look around for something to catch his cum as his cock pulses in your hand but you come up with nothing, so you drop your head and wrap your mouth around the head of his cock just as he begins to cum, sucking gently to empty him as you obediently swallow.
your hands fall away as you look up at rafe, lips locked around his cock. you give one final suck that has him gasping before covering it up with a cough before you pull off with a pop.
you don't even need to be asked as you tuck rafe back into his pants as he finishes up his call, tossing the phone down the second he says sayonara.
âshit.â rafe groans.
âis your stress relieved now?â you ask, somehow still looking the perfect mix of innocent and sluty even though your lipgloss is smeared from rafes cock.
âyeah.â rafe nods. âand next time i want a massage with your mouth.â
#rafe smut#rafe cameron smut#obx smut#outer banks smut#rafe fic#rafe fanfic#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe x you#rafe x y/n#rafe x oc#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x oc#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x reader#rafe imagine#rafe blurb#rafe drabble#rafe one shot#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron one shot#rafe cameron drabble#ceo!rafe#ceo!rafe cameron
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pt.2 to my angsty loser!ellie drabble đđ
nsfw! ellie gets caught and thatâs literally it. i hate this so bad but itâs whateva
(part 3 will have lesbian gay lesbian boob vagina butt sex i promise. no more ellie masturbating)
find pt.1 here! & pt.3 here :3
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after ellieâs pathetic masturbation sesh, she vowed to herself to fucking pull it together.
she wasnât gonna let herself mope over you, because she knew you had an active sex life. she forced herself to be fine with it. to be fine with the people you decided to bring to your bed. she wanted to be near you without feeling this suffocating feeling of yearning and lust filling her insides.
and if that meant tucking her feelings to the deepest pits of hell, then so fucking be it.
a few weeks had passed since that little moment you and ellie had. the one where she had showed up to your house in the middle of you hooking up with someone.
the morning after, she has awoken to a string of texts from you, all apologizing for that awkward moment.
11:34pm
ellie iâm so sorry you had to see me like that. i didnât mean to come off rude.
i wanted to go after you but i couldnât really leave her alone in my house lol
els?
iâm really sorry. i hope u donât think you canât come to my house ever again âčïž i actually thought it was sweet you showed up like that.
2:12am
goodnight ellie. i hope things arenât awkward between us.
god, you made her feel awful. you were too fucking sweet to her. the way you never missed a single night when telling her goodnight, even after something like that. she rubbed her swollen face, mainly from crying, and typed a short message to you.
9:47am
hey, sorry for rushing away like that. idk why i did that lmfao
and things arenât awkward at all, i shouldnât have just showed up unnanounced
no els seriously! you should do that more often. tbh i wanted to hang out with you more than that girl⊠but yk i couldnât đđ
she smiled at your kind text, glad that you two could just put it behind yourselves. her moment of relief was quickly replaced by disgust, when she saw the state of herself and her bed. her inner thighs sticky with dried cum, and her sheets below her still damp with all the extra release.
âgross..â she mumbled to herself, getting up and immediately throwing on some boxers and a tshirt, feeling way too vulnerable being naked like that. she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up, then threw her sheets in the wash.
since then, you two have been fine. you do your weekly hangout sessions, where you grab food and talk about anything for hours on end. itâs almost as if nothing happened.
until one of your sleepovers.
you always convinced ellie to spend the night at your house, at least every other week. whenever itâd get dark outside and ellie would start to get up, youâd give her that irresistible pout and âughhh, câmon els.. just spend the night. itâs too dark out for you to go home.â
and every damn time, she agreed. how could she ever say no to you?
one night, you and ellie are high out of your minds, talking about god knows what. all giggly and soft, you two exchange jokes and stories that really make no sense. but, to you two, itâs the funniest thing in the world. after a laughing fit between the two of you, you wipe your tears and sigh.
âgod, i love you.â
you say, still catching your breath from that tummy tensing laugh. the words were just an expression of admiration for her. but to ellie, they were so much more.
âi love you too.â
she says, looking you in the eyes. sheâs high, so sheâs not thinking too hard about how sincere she sounds. but she really shouldâve, because that soft tone of her voice and the glint in her eyes make it sound way too fucking real.
âwoah,â you let out a nervous, breathy chuckle. âthat was a bit theatrical.â
âwh..what do you mean?â
ellie asks, getting a bit nervous. sheâs not her usual, stuttery self though. she keeps it together. thanks to the weed.
âjust the way you said i love you. it felt like⊠deep.â
you move your hands as you talk, and ellie just shrugs. but she knows sheâs fucked. before she could stop her feelings from resurfacing, she gets that familiar tingle in her belly and pounding of her heart.
âshut up,â she rolls her eyes, trying to play it off.âyouâre dramatic.â
her voice wavered with those last words. fuck, her voice wavered. why did she feel like she was gonna have a breakdown any second now? she had to get the hell away from you.
âgotta piss. be back in a bit.â
ellie says quickly, so quick you donât even have time to retort to her calling you dramatic. you just sit there, confused. you couldâve sworn you heard some uncertainty in her voice, but you let her go.
meanwhile, ellie made a beeline for your bathroom. she shut the door and leaned her head against the wood. she let out a deep sigh, trying to calm herself. the fact that she felt the most intense feeling that she couldnât even describe over a mere âi love youâ had her cringing.
she just couldnât get over you. the entire night, she tried her best not to think about how good your tits looked in your pajama top, or how badly she wanted to just shove her face into your ass in those little shorts.
her thinking over these details led to the predicament that sheâs in right now. sweatpants around her knees, legs slightly spread as she rubs one out while leaned up against your bathroom sink. her eyes are shut and her head is thrown back, letting out the quietist grunts she could muster.
she knew she shouldnât be doing this, she promised herself that she would stop. but god, you made it hard. she was so wet, it made her cheeks flush red. the simple thought of you had her literally dripping around her own fingers.
you were still in your room, biting your thumbnail as you wait for ellie. you start to get worried, thinking you made her upset by commenting on how she said âi love youâ. so, you being the thoughtful friend you are, go to check on her.
you quietly walk to the bathroom, putting your ear against the door. you were going to knock and mutter a little âels? are you okay?â, but the sounds you heard made you lose all the words in your mouth.
soft, sharp inhales and tiny sticky noises is all you can hear through the door. itâs a bit hard to listen to, since the soft buzz of the yellow light in there overpowers it. what the hell is she doing in there?
you knew this was wrong. an invasion of privacy to the max. but your curiosity was getting the better of you, and you were worried. you put your hand on the doorknob and slightly twisted it, not expecting it to open. but it did.
did ellie forget to lock the door?
ellie doesnât hear the soft click of the door opening, too lost in her own pleasure as she practically humps her own hand. it had been too fucking long since she could touch herself to the thought of you. her only guilty pleasure.
her head was still thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she rubbed her clit at a shockingly fast pace. and you saw it all. you had opening the door just enough for half of your face to see through the opened crack. your whole body froze at the sight in front of you.
she was so captivating. her face looking all fucked out, her pale thighs that were so tensed up, the shininess of her slick that smeared on the heel of her palm. even the quick glimpses of her gorgeous auburn bush that you could see if her hoodie rode up enough.
your tummy felt weird. first, you felt guilty for eavesdropping on your best friend. second, you were confused why the fuck ellie decided now would be the best time to masturbate. third, you were turned on. disgustingly turned on, at that.
a few seconds of watching ellie made your panties get all sticky and wet, and that burning hot feeling in your lower belly. you couldnât look away.
âohh, fuckâ please,â
your brain short circuited hearing ellie say that. god, she was so lost in her own pleasure. so lost that she accidentally knocked over your toothbrush and hand soap on the sink, causing her to jolt and snap her eyes open.
she looks down at the bottle of soap and toothbrush that landed in front of the bathroom door. the door thatâs cracked. her eyes shoot up, and thereâs where she sees a glimpse of you running away. a quick flash, but she knew it was you.
she is so fucked.
I HATE RHISNSO BAD RRRRđĄ
btw i finished this literally like 3 days ago and didnât wanna post it hut i did anyway âșïžâșïž
#dollyâs stuff đđ#ellie williams#tlou2#abby the last of us#abby tlou#ellie williams smut#ellie x reader#lesbian#tlou part 2#abby smut#abby anderson smut#the last of us#i donât like this#rushed lol
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Sylus x Reader - His Only Priority
Part two of my 'They find out you got hurt on a mission' series. This will include Zayne, Sylus, Xavier and Rafayel! I'll be posting the other stories over the next few days, please let me know if you want to be tagged in any of them!
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Warnings: Mentions of injury, being unconscious, hospitals, hospital machines
Sylus was meant to be focusing on doing a little prep work for a business meeting he had in a few days.Â
But instead of focusing on that; his mind was fully focused on you.
He couldnât shake this feeling that something had happened to you; mainly because by now you wouldâve sent him at least five messages trying to figure out where you were going tonight.Â
But instead, he hadnât heard from you at all.Â
Not even when he called you.Â
You always answered when he called you.Â
âSheâs just busy with work,â he told himself, knowing that he was probably just jumping to the worst scenario.Â
But as the minutes passed by, he just felt in his gut that something was wrong.Â
âMephisto-â he said, catching the bird's attention.
He was going to ask Mephisto if he could find you; but before he could even open his mouth to say the words, his phone lit up with your name.Â
âHey,â he heard you say; just hearing the sound of your voice was enough to ease his worries as he leaned back in his chair.Â
âYou had me worried sweetie-â
His words trailed off, along with his relief, when he heard the beeping sound of a hospital machine through the phone.Â
âIâm going to have to reschedule tonight,â he could hear the words you were saying, but he wasnât focused on them, he was more focused on the other sounds that were happening around you.
âWhatâs happened?â He asked, his voice calm despite the wildfire of worry that was swirling around inside him.Â
âIâm okay,â you assured him; but your words brought him little reassurance.Â
He knew you too well.
Knew that you would never tell him if you were hurt because you wouldnât want him to worry.Â
But it was too late for that.Â
He was already worried.
And he didnât care if he got caught when he was in Linkon, as long as he got to see you and make sure you were okay.
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You knew he was going to worry; and that as soon as you told him that you were at the hospital he was going to come here (unaware that he already knew this information).
Itâs not that you didnât want to see him.Â
You did.Â
More so than anyone.Â
You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his safe and comforting embrace.
But his safety was more important to you than your injury, besides you werenât even seriously hurt.Â
Your injury was no different to anything youâd had before; you werenât dying and you had no severe wounds, all you had was a bruise that you could already feel forming on the back of your head.Â
The only reason they were keeping you in was because you got hit in the head by a wanderer and passed out not long after.Â
Thankfully, you were able to put the wanderer down before you descended into unconsciousness and luckily your partner found you before any other wanderers could and brought you straight here.Â
They were keeping you in for observation, to make sure you didnât have a serious concussion.Â
That was all.Â
You were fine.Â
You were annoyed more so than anything that you had to stay in the hospital rather than spend one of the last nights you had with Sylus before he went away on a business trip.Â
âYouâre at the hospital,â
It wasnât a question.Â
He knew exactly where you were.Â
You didnât exactly know how; but you werenât surprised that he knew.
You knew he was going to find out sooner or later, mainly because Sylus always knew when you were lying.Â
âSylus, donât worry-â
âIâm on my way there now,â
âNo, Sylus, Iâm okay-â
The call disconnected before you had time to finish your protest.Â
You went to call him back to try and persuade him to not come to the hospital, but you knew your attempts would be in vain.Â
Sylus was coming here, there was no stopping him, you knew that.Â
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You knew Sylus was risking a lot by coming to the hospital, but as much as you hated it, you couldnât help but just the thought of seeing him was enough to not only make you smile, but to make the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.Â
Every time the door to your room opened, you were expecting to see him walking through and it was hard to hide your disappointment when it was just the nurses coming to check in on you.Â
As the time began to pass, your anxiety grew.Â
What if heâd gotten caught somehow on the way hereâŠ?
The thought kept eating away at your mind, to the point that you were fully ready to check yourself out of the hospital to go and find him.
But before you could even get out of bed, you heard the creaking door open once again.
And this time, it wasnât a nurse that was entering your room, it was Sylus.Â
Relief washed over you as you attempted to move out of the bed youâd been lying in for hours, but before you could you felt Sylusâ hands on your shoulders, pushing you lightly back down on the bed.
âIâm okay,â you assured him once again, hoping that that would ease the panic that was so clearly evident in his ruby eyes.
He didnât say anything for a short while, his eyes scanning over your body, checking for any obvious injuries.
âWhy are they keeping you in?â He finally spoke, his eyes meeting yours.
âJust for observation,â you answered; trying to articulate the words of your answer carefully so that he didnât worry more.Â
âBecause?â
You didn't want to tell him what had happened; but you knew that heâd just check your medical record at the bottom of your bed if you didnât tell him.Â
âI got hit on the head by a wanderer and passed out not long after,â
âAnd why was your partner not covering you?â He questioned the accusation of who was blaming for your injury, clear in his words.Â
âThey were busy dealing with a wanderer themselves,â you explained softly.Â
You knew he meant well; he just wanted you safe.Â
But your words were the truth.Â
And this situation was no oneâs fault.Â
It was just an unfortunate incident; and fortunately their partner brought them to the hospital before anything more serious occurred.
Of course the reason to have a partner was to watch your back and to prevent instances like this from occurring; and it worked for the most part.Â
But it would be impossible to do such a thing all the time.Â
âThis isnât anyoneâs fault,â you added on; placing your hand over his, watching as his eyes softened slightly at your touch, âIâm okay,â
He knew you were.Â
He just couldnât shake the thought of what couldâve happenedâŠif youâd experienced a more serious injury.Â
âIâm sorry I ruined our plans tonight,â you apologised; rubbing your thumb along the back of his hand.
âItâs okay,â he replied back softly, turning his hand over so that your palms were against one anotherâs, before lifting your hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on your knuckles.Â
âBesides, weâll get to spend quite a bit of time together over the next few days.â
His words caught you completely off guard, and the confusion in your voice was as clear as you said the words, âWhat?âÂ
âYou canât be on your own if you have a potential concussion, what if you pass out again?â He pointed out as though his answer was the most obvious thing in the world.
But it still left you confused; of course you werenât going to complain about staying with him or him staying with you.Â
But he had a business trip planned; and you knew that any business trip Sylus had to go on was an important one.Â
âBut what about youâre business meeting-âÂ
âItâs nothing I canât reschedule,â Sylus answered, interrupting your objection before leaning in closer towards you and pressing a delicate kiss on your cheek, âBesides, looking after you is much more important than any business meeting ever could be, sweetie.â
You couldn't help how the heat rose to your cheeks as his words flowed through your mind; but how could you not feel giddy from what he'd said?Â
Sylus spending the next few days looking after you?
It sounded perfect.Â
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what if?
unrequited love, best friend!lando blurb request from @foreveralbon! liyah gave me the choice of which side the unrequited love came from and unfortunately, i chose to break landoâs heart. please forgive me. i tried to find a pic where he looked a little sad but i don't want him sad so i strayed completely from the vibe of this blurb. also yes, if anyone was wondering, i named the male oc aaron because of aaron hotchner. can't tell if i love or hate this so go easy on me lol pairing: fem!reader x best friend!lando (platonic), fem!reader x oc male word count: 2.1k summary: itâs finally time for your friends to meet someone special. youâre in love with him, and lando has to come to terms with that. tw: unrequited love, heartbroken lando
Your phone buzzed from across the room, a familiar ringtone echoing through the air letting you know that Lando was finally returning your call.
âI sincerely hope you havenât been avoiding me because youâre planning on ditching my dinner party tonight,â you scolded as soon as you picked up the phone.
âI would never,â Lando gasped. âI was on the sim and had my phone on silent â do you need me to bring anything? How many people will be there?â'
âOh, not too many at all, Iâve got everything I need. I asked Max, Pietra, Carlos, Rebecca, Charles, and Alex. Oh, and Maxie is coming and bringing someone, can you believe it? Iâm so glad heâs finally moving on from Kelly. Oscar and Lily canât make it â heâs got a family thing, but he promised a double lunch âdateâ when theyâre back in Monaco next week.â
âGeez, why are all of our friends in loving relationships or dating except us, huh? Look at us, the old spinsters!â
You didnât miss the sadness in his voice even though he tried to mask it with a joke, which made your next admission even harder than you thought it would be.
âActually, I have someone I want you to meet,â you said quietly. Â âHis name is Aaron and heâll be here tonight.â
âReally?â Lando coughed, hoping to mask the sound of himself choking on air. âIt must be pretty serious for you if heâs meeting all of us â how, um, how long? Have you been seeing him?â
You knew heâd ask and you didnât want to answer, afraid that he would be upset youâve kept this from him for so long. Youâve always shared everything with him for the past five years, but for a few subjectively good reasons, youâd kept this a secret until now.
âPlease donât be mad,â you mumbled. âIâve been seeing him for about seven months but I wasnât hiding it on purpose or anything, I swear, I just didnât want to ask you to prioritize meeting my boyfriend during the season. It was too soon to introduce you over summer break, now was just the best time.â
You heard Lando exhale on the other end of the line â whether it was a sigh of annoyance, relief, or anger, you couldnât tell.
âI get it, donât worry,â he forced out. âI know Iâm never around. Iâm excited to meet him, Iâll see you in a bit, yeah?â
Before you could say anything else, Lando ended the call.
Lando hadnât taken his eyes off of you the entire evening â introductions had gone perfectly, all of your friends seemed to love Aaron, conversation was flowing smoothly, but it was painfully obvious, at least to you, that something was up with Lando.
Youâd barely gotten through dessert when the onslaught of relationship questions started coming your way â mainly from Charles, if you can believe it. Aaron had started on cleaning up the kitchen and Charles didnât hesitate to bombard you as soon as Aaron had left the room.
âSo, how did you guys meet? How did he ask you out? Tell me everything.â
âCharles!â Alex scolded. âDonât interrogate her, sheâll tell us if sheâs ready!â
You smiled in thanks at Alex, although you knew she was just as eager to hear you tell the tale.
âActually, I have Lando to thank,â you smiled at Lando, turning your attention towards him for a brief moment. âThe day we met, I was supposed to be having lunch with him but he got caught up in a meeting and was running way late. Aaron saw me sitting alone and thought Iâd been stood up, introduced himself, and then gave me this cheesy line about how someone was missing out on a date with the most beautiful woman in the world.â
Rebecca sighed and fixed her gaze on Carlos â âwhy arenât you that romantic?â
âIâm perfectly romantic,â Carlos countered. âRemember when I â â
Pietra interrupted and shushed him abruptly, âY/N isnât done talking, you can defend yourself later.â
âAnyway,â you laughed, âI told him that I was waiting for my best friend and he offered to buy me a drink while I waited, but Lando had texted about five minutes before that he was on his way. So, I turned him down, but he left a note with the hostess and asked her to give it to me when I was on my way out. It was just the next dayâs date, a time, and the name of a wine bar nearby signed with his name. I showed up and the rest is history, he charmed me.â
âI didnât know it was Lando you were waiting on,â Aaron chimed in, walking into the dining room. He stopped next to Landoâs chair, holding his hand out for a handshake. âAs a lifelong McLaren fan, I never thought Iâd be thanking Lando Norris for arriving late, but thank you. You changed my life that day.â Â
Lando slowly shook his hand and with gritted teeth responded, âYeah, man, no problem. Glad I could help, seriously.â
From the looks on everyoneâs faces, it was now clear to you that you werenât the only one who noticed something was wrong with Lando.
Heâd barely said a word all evening, and from the tone of his voice, it definitely was a problem and he was not glad he could help.
âItâs a little stuffy in here, Iâm going to get some air,â you announced, rising quickly from your chair. âLando, come with me? Aaron, Iâll finish up in the kitchen later, why donât the rest of you get comfortable in the living room?â
Begrudgingly, Lando followed you out to your patio. It was surprisingly chilly for mid-December and the sudden gust of wind that pulled a shiver from you wasnât helping at all. You had barely stopped shivering when you felt Landoâs jacket drape across you, his hands smoothing the shoulders down before he took his place next to you against the balcony.
âThere he is,â you crooned. âMy kind and considerate best friend.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
You turned your head to face him rather than look at the view, your eyebrows furrowing together and a sick feeling creeping into your stomach.
âDo you not like Aaron?â You asked quietly, the frown on your face deepening. âEveryone else seems to love him, did he say something to you? You were a littleâŠoff just now, are you mad heâs a McLaren fan? I promise you, he is not dating me to get to you or any other crazy idea you may have concocted. He didnât even know we were friends for the first three months.â
Lando didnât answer you, his eyes still trained on the Mediterranean Sea in the distance. He was picking at his fingernails â something he only did when he was anxious or upset.
âPlease say something,â you pleaded. âI, gosh I canât believe Iâm saying this, but I'm in love with him, Lando. If you have reservations or concerns, please be honest with me. Your opinion means a lot to me, more than I thought it would.â
The silence was deafening â still no response for what felt like ages, the sick feeling in your stomach growing more prominent with every passing second.
âYou love him?â Lando finally spoke, looking down, out, away â anywhere but at your face.
âYes, I do. Like, a scary amount. Iâm terrified, actually, but in the best way. I never thought Iâd find love like this, Lan.â
âWell, thatâs a problem, isnât it?â Lando laughed, a humorless laugh, and backed away from the railing to sit on one of your deck chairs â his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
Before you could voice your confusion, he looked up at you, a sadness in his eyes youâd never seen before.
âHeâs annoyingly wonderful and perfect for you, Y/N,â he began. âAs soon as I walked in tonight, I knew. He barely let you lift a finger, remembered facts about everyone in there and was sincerely happy to get to know everyone. He gravitates towards you, smiles whenever you speak, always wants to be near you, and holds you like youâre the most precious thing in the world to him. He treats you how I would treat you if I were lucky enough to be in his shoes. And the way he looks at you? I know that look,â he paused, closing his eyes tightly. âItâs the way I look at you.â
The sick feeling in your stomach turned to dread and you felt your heart squeezing in your chest, a mix of a gasp and a sob climbing out of your throat.
âLando, I â â
âItâs ok,â he smiled, staring directly at you with watery eyes. âI love you. I know itâs one-sided, and thatâs ok. I promise you, itâs okay. I just needed you to know, and not because I thought it would change your feelings for him or to confuse you, you just deserve to know. Iâve kept it from you for far too long and I wish this wasn't how or why I finally told you.â
Tears spilled from your eyes, your hand shaking as you reached for Landoâs, gripping it so tight you thought you might leave a bruise.
âIâm sorry, Lando,â you cried. âIâm so sorry, I didnât know, I â I never would have made you come or said those things if I had known.â
Guilt crawled its way into the mix of emotions swirling inside you. Some of your friends and family members had alluded to his feelings for you over the years, but you always ignored them, insisting that you were just friends, best friends, but you secretly sometimes felt that there may be some truth in it. You wished more than anything in that moment that you had taken that feeling more seriously.
âI didnât want you to know, itâs my fault you didnât know,â Lando insisted. âYou have nothing to apologize for.â
âIf you need some time, some distance, I can respect that,â you offered, though the thought of Lando agreeing to that was unbearably painful.
âNo, no, Iâll be ok. Itâll take some time for me to move on but Iâd rather deal with the pain of being close to you while I get over you than not have you in my life for however long it takes. All that matters to me is that youâre happy, and if Aaron makes you happy, I can live with that.â
Selfishly, you sighed in relief, squeezing the hand you were holding before pulling away from him. Your friendship would feel different for a while, but you could manage different; you could manage anything as long as Lando remained a fixture in your life.
âI think Iâm going to go,â he whispered, rising from the chair and sliding his hands into his pockets. âIâve made things awkward enough for one evening, donât you think?â
You started to assure him he did no such thing, but when you saw the smirk on his face you knew heâd said it to try to relieve the heaviness that had settled over you. You handed him back his jacket, smoothing the shoulders down once heâd put it on just as he did for you earlier. Small, tentative smiles graced both of your faces before you pulled him into a gentle hug, hesitating just enough to allow him to back away if it was too much for him.
He squeezed you once tightly and then let go â the quickness of it expected, but the fact he accepted it at all gave you hope that everything would be ok.
You watched him as he reached for the door handle to go inside, but he paused and turned around just before he grabbed hold.
âWould it have made a difference? If I had told you before you met him?â
You werenât sure which answer would hurt him more, but you were always honest with him and that wasnât going to change now.
âNo, Lando, it wouldn't have. I do love you, I always have and always will, but I'm not in love with you. I've never thought of you in that way, I'm sorry.â
He nodded once, accepting your answer, and then he was gone. You were being truthful, and Lando knew without a doubt that you were, but he also knew in his heart and soul that you would always and forever be his biggest âwhat if?â.
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Genshin men meeting you, their idol, for the first time. | Lyney, Kinich, Childe x Gn!Reader
The idea came to me randomly, so enjoy! (I've been freed from my writers block wooo-)
Content: Reader is a famous person, Childe going a little feral, vague mentions of flirting, Ajaw being Ajaw, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns!
((Not proofread))
ăLYNEY
You were a famous magician who did shows all over Teyvat. Everyone knew of you and your incredible talent, making you an international star to all. No matter where you went, diehard fans would always come to see your breathtaking magic tricks with wide, sparkling eyes. You were able to bewitch the crowd with the most simplest moves, a graceful smile always on your beautiful face as you did so.
And when you finally came around to hold a show in the grand theaters of Fountaine, Lyney had the chance to meet you backstage in between your sets. Despite the fact that he should have seen you as competition considering his own passion in the profession, he couldn't help but watch you with that same awe-struck expression. It was a privilege to meet you, one he wouldn't pass up for anything.
His heart was beating against his chest wildly, yet he still pushed through with the greeting he had gone over and over again in his mind. He wanted to impress you after all. Taking your hand in his, he kissed the back of it, a sly and playful glint in his eyes. "It is an honor to meet you." He hums before pulling a rainbow rose from behind your ear skillfully and holding it out to you, secretly relishing in the giggle you gave him. Ignoring his sibling's deadpan from behind him, he held out his arm to you. "May I show you around? This is your first time in Fountaine... and I can assure you that I'm the best guide you'll find. Consider it a favor amongst like-minded magicians such as ourselves!"
His nervousness never shows, and his smile never falters. This was perhaps the best show he had to put on in his life... but when you gratefully accepted his invitation, he felt his worries melt away, glad he didn't come off as a desperate fan.
ăKINICH
He tried to stay indifferent when he was suddenly standing in front of one of the most legendary warriors Natlan had ever seen, which just happened to be you. He felt his hands become clamy, arms tightly crossed across his chest, whilst he watched you speak with Mualani about the latest news regarding their annual tournament. Attempting to simply stay out of your line of sight in fear of embarrassing himself, he leaned against the wall hidden in the shadows, content with being in your close proximity... until Ajaw caught onto what he was attempting to do.
"Ohoho... are you trying to crawl into a hole and disappear like the little worm you are?" He giggled evilly, floating around the deadpanning man, who was trying to ignore him like always. But Ajaw wasn't having it. If there was something he lived for, then it was the suffering of his dearest companion. "You know... I think you should go talk to them! Actually, let me help you out since I'm feeling oh-so nice today!" Kinich's eyes widened slightly, his lips parting to hiss out a warning, but the creature was too quick to stop, filled with determination to cause chaos.
Following after him with quick steps, Kinich was quick to banish him before he could reach you. This meant, however, that he was now standing in front of you and Mualani. Heat crawled up his neck and cheeks, as his friend happily introduced him to you, seemingly not having noticed the doom that had nearly hit you earlier. But his slightly panicked mind stilled when he saw you give him a kind smile. "Ah, I think I know you... or well, I've heard of you, at least." You said, and he felt himself take a shaky breath in relief and wonder.
Perhaps Ajaw had actually done something nice for once... which would definitely enrage him once he was released from his imprisonment.
ăCHILDE
Oh boy... you knew him way before you met him, that's for sure. Mainly because he was hellbent on fighting you at least once. He didn't care if he lost or won either. It was all the same to him, as long as you were the one to press the blade of your sword against his neck. And that alone made you often just outright avoid him, whenever you were in the motherland for business. You were a well-known assasin and agent for the first Harbinger, serving directly under him, which, of course, brought you great strength that Childe wanted to experience desperately. He needed to know if the rumors about your skills were true or not.
And unfortunately for you, he finally was able to get his deepest wish fulfilled when you accidentally dared to linger around the courtyard for way longer than you should have. "Please... fight me in a duel at least once!" He called out, knowing he has you cornered now. Despite him idolizing you greatly, you could tell his cocky pride and ego made him think he was an equal to you. Or perhaps that was just how things appeared to be. He was an unreadable force of energy that admittedly had caught your interest a while ago.
"Will you finally leave me be, if I do?" You asked after a moment of pondering silence, and the man just gave you a smirk, his dead eyes burning with determination you had never seen before. "Let's let our blades decide that." Chuckling at his response, you unsheathed your sword and faced him with a sigh.
This is not how people usually approach their idols... but you supposed that nothing was normal in the place you called home.
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Sorry if this is spoiler-ish!! ;-; But can I request a scenario where the reader, whoâs married to Alastor, is having a nightmare where she loses Alastor? This can be after the battle where she almost witnessed Alastor get killed and it haunts her still. Of course with some comfort from the Radio Demon himself at the end :â3
Not spoilerish! Iâve watched the Adam V Alastor fight in full detail and I ABSOLUTELY LOVVEEE this idea! Youâre a legit genius, my dear! Thank you so much! Have a wonderful day! First we had big bro Al, then Dad Al, then BF Al, then best friend Al and now, we have best one: husband Al!
Alastor- Staying Here
Itâs been happening nonstop for days⊠days. Weeks. You canât sleep like this. Every night, the same nightmare but formatted differently like being tortured over and over again but with a different method. Itâs almost like that awful angel has re-manifested and is getting back revenge on Alastor by submitting you to night terrors that have been destroying your sleep schedule
Waking up with a nasty shrill of fear and a cold layer of sweat, your body flung upwards with your eyes shooting open after such a terrible dream, tears welling up in them⊠your beloved husband, Alastor, slept right next to you with his tall deer-like ears twitching. Knowing that heâs still here and not erased by the head exterminator, Adam is such a relief. Especially since that same Angel, Adam himself, is the reason youâve been having daily nightmares about a violent and gorey erasure scenario of Alastor with Adam. Adam laughing manically, killing off your husband in the most bloody and ruthless way, wounds all over his body, the radio effects dying outâŠ
Itâs awful. You can barely sleep and itâs making you deprived of just a single good night
Sobbing under your breath, right next to your seven year husband. Alastorâs ears twitch once more but this time, as a sign to wake up as well for his peacefully unconscious brain. Yawning and stretching out with a long drawn-out radio glitch in literally no time, his broad body sitting up with you leant over and sobbing into your hands. His crimson eyes looked over to you after a bit longer of waking himself up and just like that, he went from wondering what happened to immediately concerned
âDarling⊠whatâs wrong?â
Alastor asks soft and sweet, his radio voice overtone has completely disappeared so his own organic voice is the only thing remaining. He didnât even get a chance to speak again since you immediately clung onto him and buried your face into his chest, sobbing and crying for him to never leave you. Alastor doesnât know whatâs wrong but he wonât just let his beloved wife suffer
You legit have to sob and hiccup through your words, telling him about every detail of your repetitive nightmares and Alastorâs body tenses up in pure disgust and malice, mainly towards the idea of being erased by Adam, the now long dead head exterminator. He wouldnât let him put his hands on himself or you, he loves you way too much. Alastor rubs his hands through your hair, letting you cry into his chest until you finally get over it
You need to cry out your fear and feelings until you can be rational and logical to think. Get the emotions out first
Alastor silently waits for you to come back to him, gently pressing your body together with his, one hand on your back to trace through soft shapes and the other stroking gentle brushes through your hair until you can finally just melt in his embrace, calm down and feel safer with your still very alive husband. Yeah, he was quite close to being erased but he escaped and he has recovered from his injury
âMy dear, my love. How long has this been going on?â The guilt to lying and not telling Alastor sooner is already eating your heart apart. You just felt too shy to even drop him a hint about your midnight distress since you always assumed he is already too busy with the Hazbin Hotel to be able to prioritise your minor problems. Your nightmare issue isnât actually a minor problem at all, thatâs what you think but Alastor can see, clear as crystal, that this constant nightmare over him thing is breaking your psyche
âS-since it happenedâŠâ Alastorâs eyes widen in shock. Youâve been dealing with nightmares on the daily for two weeks?! How did he not even notice?! God, he is so pissed off at himself and just keeps rocking you, gently laying you down and cuddling you, continuing to massaging rubs of your big menacing hands. The wedding band over his left ring finger rubs on the silky thin fabric of your pyjamas and he can feel the wedding band on your own left ring finger clinging onto him like your hands clinging on his waist
Alastor continues to speak, not remaining silent since it may end up making you believe youâre mad at him for staying silent. He isnât as mad as his body may seem, he is just worried sick for your health and your mental health over these constant nightmares that are driving a wedge inbetween your sleep schedule. His lips drop down and kisses your forehead, keeping up the sweet, caring and loving tone
His husband tone
âDarling, dearest. I am not mad at you, just embrace me and recover. Iâll make those night terrors go awayâ Alastor continues to comfort you, soft, quiet and sweet. His soft peppery kisses all over your silky-skinned face, your rosy cheeks. Anything to make those streaming tears halt and your now red puffy demonic eyes. He loves you and he has been neglecting this very serious issue. Itâs now his job, as your loyal longtime husband, to take care of you
How grateful you are that Alastor is always right next to you and the nightmares you deal with will never be reality. Heâs safe, youâre safe and he is going to be holding your hand through your recovery process
âWould you like to go out and get some fresh air with me?â
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Okay, hear me out, Penelope convinces the team to go on a camping trip. Reader forgets her tent and has to share with Spencer, you can decide the rest. Do your thing đ
A/N: sorry I have been away for a while, I started a new job, Iâve applied for a PGCE and got three interviews to attend. But I hope this one(and the other fic I will be posting today) will make up for that. Also this isnât as detailed as my other smut fics, but I thought I would make this less BDSM themed :)
Summary: Basically what my lovely iluvreid has asked for, but reader loves camping, however, while on a team bonding camping trip, reader somehow forgets her tent. This forces her to share a tent with Spencer, which leads to them doing more than sleeping;).
Content: I believe no gender is mentioned, but there might be so fem!reader just incase. No mentions of sex, but it is very heavily implied. Heavy fluff. Implied smut. Mentions of the team possibly hearing them. Implied that Garcia stole readers tent.
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You loved going camping, so when Garcia had been going around convincing people, mainly Spencer and JJ, to go on a team bonding camping trip, you jumped at the opportunity. The thought of spending time in the great outdoors with your colleagues excited you.Â
You had packed all your essentials, but you had forgotten one crucial item: your tent. As you stood there, staring at the empty space in your trunk where your tent should have been, panic began to set in. You frantically searched through your belongings, hoping against hope that you had somehow managed to overlook it. But the reality remained - your tent was nowhere to be found.
Desperation crept over you as you tried to come up with a solution. You glanced around, seeing the others already setting up their tents in the clearing. Garcia's rainbow-colored tent stood out amongst the sea of greens and blues, a visible symbol of camaraderie and teamwork. The thought of having to share a tent with someone crossed your mind, but the idea felt invasive and uncomfortable.
Just as you were about to resign yourself to a night spent sleeping under the stars, a voice interrupted your swirling thoughts.
âHey, are you okay?â Spencer asked, he seemed amused, you hadnât really kept it a secret how much you loved been outdoors, and how you spent a lot of your free time camping.Â
You turned to face Spencer, trying to mask your distress with a smile. "I, um, forgot my tent," you admitted sheepishly, feeling a flush of embarrassment rise to your cheeks.
Spencer's eyes widened in surprise, but then a mischievous glint appeared in them. "Looks like you'll have to bunk up with someone," he teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
You look around, trying to spot who you could bunk up with, but everyone seemed to have brought single person tents. Spencer seemed to be enjoying watching you struggle to find who you were going to ask. Â
âYou know, my tent is a two-person tent.â Spencerâs smile turned into a grin as he offered the solution. The realization hit you like a wave â Spencer was offering to share his tent with you. A mix of relief and excitement washed over you, grateful for his kindness yet nervous at the same time. You couldn't deny the flutter of butterflies in your stomach as you considered spending the night under the same roof as Spencer.
"Are you sure?" you asked, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the thought of spending this impromptu sleepover with him.
Spencer nodded, his trademark soft smile making your heart skip a beat. "Of course! It's no trouble at all. We can set it up together," he offered, already moving to retrieve his tent from his own supplies.
âYou know, Iâve actually never shared a tent with anybody.â You couldn't help but notice the slight blush that dusted Spencer's cheeks as he made the confession.Â
As the night wore on, a chill settled in the air, prompting Spencer to offer you his jacket. The simple gesture sent a rush of warmth through you, both from the added layer and from the thoughtfulness behind it.
If you were being honest with yourself, you had always had a crush on Spencer. He was kind, caring and he always seemed slightly mysterious. As you looked over to Garcia and JJ they both seemed to be giggling, with Morgan trying to figure out what they were laughing about. You thought maybe they had something to do with your missing tent, but you didnât really care at this moment.
Under the blanket of twinkling stars, the crackling campfire casting dancing shadows around you, you and Spencer settled into the cosy confines of the two-person tent. The air was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the sounds of nature outside - a symphony of chirping crickets and rustling leaves.
In the quiet intimacy of the tent, you felt a surge of courage wash over you. Without overthinking it, you reached out to gently intertwine your fingers with Spencer's, a silent invitation for something more than just camaraderie and friendship.
Spencer's breath caught at the unexpected touch, his gaze meeting yours with a mix of surprise and undeniable affection. A tender smile graced his lips as he squeezed your hand. You knew he didnât like holding hands with people, but for whatever reason he didnât seem to mind it with you.Â
âYouâre beautiful, you know that right?â Spencer's whispered words hung in the air, soft and sincere. âAnd when I say beautiful, I donât just mean the way you smile, or how your eyes glisten in the sunlight. I mean everything about you is beautiful. Your mind, your presence, you.â Caught off guard by Spencer's heartfelt confession, you felt your heart skip a beat.
You were lost for words, you had so much to say back, but you just couldnât. You moved closer to Spencer, removing your hand from his. With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, you leaned in, your breath mingling with Spencer's as you closed the distance between you. The world outside the tent seemed to fade away as your lips met his in a soft, tentative kiss.
Spencer responded with a tenderness that took your breath away, his hand coming up to cup your cheek gently. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection you shared with Spencer. The barriers between friendship and something more crumbled away, leaving behind a raw and undeniable truth - you were in love with him.
You felt Spencerâs hands moving down your body. As you found yourself pulling away from the kiss, you couldnât believe what had just happened. However, Spencer didnât remove his hands, he continued till he found the hem of your shirt and slowly lifted it up. His eyes were scanning your body, drinking in every detail with a mixture of desire and reverence. Your heart was pounding in your chest.Â
As your shirt slid off, discarded in the dim light of the tent, Spencer's gaze met yours with an intensity that left you breathless. There was no hesitation in his eyes, only a longing and a hunger that mirrored your own.
As Spencer leaned in to capture your lips in another searing kiss, a primal instinct took over, igniting a passion that had long smouldered between you.
The fabric of reality seemed to dissolve as you melted into each other, hands and lips exploring with a fervour that spoke of deep-seated longing. You had fantasied about this moment for a while. How he would feel, what he would be like. Spencerâs lips had touched almost every part of your body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your skin hummed with electricity under his touch, each sensation magnified by the intensity of your connection. The world outside the tent ceased to exist as you and Spencer became entwined in a dance of desire and need.
Spencer did have to keep reminding you to be quiet, ânow you donât want Hotch and Emily to hear you, do you?â The thought of getting caught by their colleagues only heightened the thrill, and you stifled your giggles against Spencer's shoulder. His fingers tracing patterns on your back soothed you, and you felt yourself relax into the moment, surrendering to the ebb and flow of pleasure that pulsed between you.
As the night wore on, your bodies moved in a rhythm that was both familiar and new, a testament to the bond that had formed between you.
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How would alpha mitsuya feel about a omega reader who treats his sister like they are her own puppy, like she accidentally scent them and clean them like a mother would with her own puppy, there something about omega reader feel to need to take care of the girls and doesnât help that readerâs Instant takes over whenever she round the girls. Omega Reader even purring round the girls like her need are satisfy whenever she take care of the girls.
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àšà§ alpha! mitsuya x omega! reader
â mitsuya's reaction to his omega taking care of his little sisters
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(that was sooo cute, i loved writing this!! I hope you'll love it just as much!)
being mitsuya's girlfriend, and him being the responsible older brother that he is, you spent most of your dates at his place.
it didn't bother you in the slightest, luna and mana were angels and absolutely adored their big brother's girlfriend. you grew quite close, becoming a second parental figure in these little girls' life.
mitsuya loved to see you get along along so well, even going as far as spending time together building nests. you taught them how to gather the best items, scent them however they liked and assemble them together. exactly how your mother showed you the first time, but it mainly was an instinctive process, so you let them do their own thing. you stayed back, encouraging purrs leaving your throat to show your appreciation towards them.
the first time you scented his sisters wasn't actually planned. it just happened that mitsuya went away for a few minutes to buy ingredients for tonight's dinner, and luna hit her head against the floor after tripping.
panic took over you and you rushed over to her sobbing form, hiccups slowly forming even though she tried her best to suppress them. luckily it wasn't anything bad, it hurt more than it was dangerous, and you subconsciously scented her out of relief. omegas' instincts were particularly sensitive towards children, and it didn't help that luna and mana felt like a family to you now, now that the three of you were patiently waiting for the return of mitsuya every day.
upon returning back home, mitsuya cooed at the unexpected sight of his little sisters cuddling with you. they were bathed in his omega's sweet scent, peacefully snoring. he softly came up to you, gently kissing your smiling face.
the three of you looked perfect like this, mitsuya couldn't help but feel like he had attained the best domestic life he could ever hope for.
coming home to the sight of his lovely omega taking care of his two little sisters, loving them as much as he did... god, you looked so perfect, and it felt so right.
he particularly loved the way you would lightly scold them whenever they got in trouble or dirtied their clothes after playing. and the way you would call them over, zipping up their jacket before allowing them to go outside. you looked so good, so motherly. almost as if they were your own. seeing you were so comfortable with each other appeased him in so many ways.
you were always there whenever mitsuya had a gang meeting and needed someone to look after the girls. mitsuya hated that he had to leave them home alone, and knowing he had his cute and dedicated omega over eased his mind. still, he wished he could get to the three of you quickly. imagining the people he cared about the most at one place, worried him as much as it satisfied his instincts to know exactly where all of you were.
you were so vulnerable, mitsuya wanted to stay close so he could watch over you while you took care of luna and mana. he liked it whenever you played with his sisters, speaking to them with a soft tone omegas only reserved to their offspring. he silently watched you from a distance, a content smile stretching his lips.
you couldn't help it though, your instincts urged you to cater for those two little girls. they only had mitsuya as a parent, and despite everything, there were some things he could never give them, both as an alpha and a man.
what they needed was a delicate presence and maternal affection. and being nurtured by a gang member all their life, they quickly claimed you as their second parent, deeply appreciative of the care you showed them. and mitsuya couldn't feel more grateful for how gentle you were, how patient you acted while never giving up on their poor little family.
you looked like a married couple, nagging after energetic little pups and forcing wet kisses upon their rosy cheeks.
you would take a walk each day, with luna holding one of your hand and mana the other. the picture was perfect in mitsuya's mind. he walked a bit behind you to have a clear view of your surroundings, growing protective the moment you stepped outside. you let yourself be unaware and defenceless whenever he was with you, entirely focusing on the girls. mitsuya was a hundred percent dependable for that matter, as he would never let anything harm any of you.
coming home, you would wash their little noses and chubby hands, then tuck them in the nest you permanently built in one of the rooms. you smothered them with your scent, the polluted air outside having melted their already light puppy scents. you came to hate the lack of presence of either your or mitsuya's scent on the girls ; you had to claim them one way or another. the absence of their real parents pushed you to feel even more invested in their wellbeing and you couldn't help but want to claim them in a way their mother never did.
mitsuya swore he could have married you right here. he finally had the little family he wished for, linked together by a tender bond. will someone ever be able to love his sisters the way you do?
you're a literal blessing, like you were made for him and his little sisters. the ideal partner he longed for, the support he wished he always had when all those responsibilities became too much.
the way you dedicated yourself to him and his family like a doting omega, turned him into an even more enamored alpha. preciously treating you like his other half. you are someone he will never let go of. he knows he'll never be able to find an omega more suited for him.
and mitsuya couldn't lie when he saw you act that way, it wouldn't be true to say it didn't stir up some primitive instincts of his. you were such a capable omega, faithful and attentive, you had all the qualities of a dutiful mother. how could he not think of you that way ?
mitsuya was so ready to commit, to claim you the way a precious omega like you deserved. if your dream was to be a mother, then he'll make you bare his kids as soon as you'll allow him to, and help you take care of them, just like you're doing right now with his sisters.
he envisions you cradling your own pups in your arms, gentle touches soothing the cries of your baby, and mitsuya's loving and securing gaze falling upon you. the thought of his omega nurturing his children fills him with a primal sense of pride and possessiveness he can't shake off.
he just wants to see you embrace your role, completely indulging into his deeply hidden desires to build a stable family of his own. one he'll protect and provide for, the way his parents never did with him.
you'll love your children as much as you love luna and mana, and everything will fall into place.
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