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i've been trying to come out with between one and three posts a week, but i'm not sure if i'll be able to continue that pattern for a little while - work and life have me really burned out.

feel free to tag me in any fics, gifsets, art, etc, that don't spoil beyond 5x16, and i'd absolutely love to check it out! and for those who are familiar: is there a specific/conventional AO3 tag for "no spoilers past *insert episode or season here*"? because i'd love to dive into that

or go ahead and send in asks! i have anons off, but i can put them back on for a bit if anyone is interested and there are no hate blogs on the loose

but yeah, i might need a little time away from the writeups <3

[rowarn]

afab!reader, no prns, praise, edging, wet&messy, könig using ur clit as a fidget toy <3

könig, a trained lethal soldier, who suffers from anxiety. you would never know if you didn't know what you were looking for.

his biggest tell, for you, is the way he fidgets. with you.

you're like his own personal little fidget toy. his hands are always on you, kneading and squeezing your skin. most times you don't mind, you rather like having him touching you — your thighs, your waist, your butt, wherever he can get his hands honestly.

but sometimes...his hands wander. it's mindless, truly.

his eyes fixated on the tv playing some random show he decided he wanted to watch. but you couldn't pay attention, not when one big hand was shoved up your shirt groping your breasts and the other was haphazardly stuffed into your sleep shorts and under your panties.

he's toying with you so mindlessly, callused fingers sliding over your clit that has grown increasingly slippery with how wet you've become. occasionally he dips down to prod at your slick entrance.

his movements have no rhyme or reason. he's not even moving very fast. just sloppy back and forth flicks and occasionally he simply taps his fingers against the little bud that has grown so sensitive from his playing. sometimes, when something interesting happens on tv, he stops completely until the desire the fidget returns to him.

you're sitting with your back against his chest, situated between his spread legs sprawled cozily on the couch. he can't see the heated, dazed look on your face from the come-and-go pleasure he inadvertently gives you. he's edging you without even realizing it, full attention still focused on the damn tv. he isn't even hard.

that thought alone is enough to make you clench around nothing. he's really just playing with you like a little toy and that thought is so hot to you. it makes you cheeks burn in embarrassment as you continue to leak into your panties.

if you listen close you can hear with wet clicking noise that comes with his movements. your eyes roll back in your head as that sound alone has your back arching but you quickly settle yourself down, not wanting to tear his attention from the tv — he so rarely had time to settle down and just enjoy tv, you didn't want to disturb him.

the episode he's watching ends and you cast a hopeful glance up at him but he's waiting for the next episode to start and it makes you whine against your own wishes. but your clit is so hard and twitchy from being edged that it's actually hurting and you're so wet now that your panties are uncomfortably sticky.

it's your whine that gets his attention, pretty blue eyes flicking down to your face where he finally sees the desperate way you're looking at him, teary eyes and swollen lips from biting them to keep quiet. you can see in his eyes when he registers how soaked you've gotten his fingers and he has the audacity to look sheepish.

"ah, my sweet..." he whispers, ears tinged pink, "i-i'm sorry, i did not realize..."

he moves to pull his hand out of your panties and you whine again, grabbing his wrist with both hands to stuff him back down. your nails bite into his skin and he stops trying to pull away, instead pushing his hand back down and it's then that he fully resisters how wet you are.

"don't stop, please...i-i've been so close..." you pitifully beg and he takes pity on you. how precious of you, he thinks.

"i'm sorry, my love," he coos, fingers starting to work once again — properly this time with quick little circles on your clit, "i'll make you cum for being so good for me."

you can't even formulate words, instead nodding and spreading your legs even further apart, your feet on either side of his legs. he hums softly in your ear, chin hooked over your shoulder as he watches his hand move under the fabric of your shorts.

he spreads your sticky folds apart and begins to swirl messily around your clit, occasionally lightly tapping against the bud just to watch the cute way your thighs twitch at the feeling. you reach back and clutch his t-shirt in your fists to ground you. his cock throbs, churning up quickly, at the loud, wet noise of him playing with your cunt.

it doesn't take long at all before your stiffening against him and twitching in his lap as you cum with a cute little gasp of his name. he moans softly in your ear as he feels your clit throb under the pads of his fingers. you let out the loveliest moans that has his cock hardening fully against his thigh.

when you slacken against his body, aftershocks making you twitch periodically as you pant, he's tempted to stop but the fact you had sat there so sweetly and let him practically torture you while he watched his show made him want to make it up to you.

he sees the excitement in your eyes when his fingers dip lower and begin to press into you and he can't believe just how sweet you are. your so sticky and wet with the amount of cum he worked out of you with such ease.

"let me really make it up to you, my little one..."

[tojipie]

needdd crybaby!reader taking care of toji when he comes back super injured from a job or something and she’s losing her mind and needdd that hurt/comfort thing that u write SOO GOOD with ur other crybaby!reader works i love u so much tojipie u r truly a gift

this is so incredibly validating and sweet omg i love YOU :((( when i saw this ask i literally jumped, i love the concepts you guys come up with

content: toji x crybaby reader, hurt/comfort, angst, injuries

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You don’t know how you manage to move him off the porch and inside. If the circumstances were different you might actually be proud of your ability to lug 300 pounds of dead weight across the house.

You try your best to ignore the slick trail of crimson trailing behind the both of you as you pull him down the hallway, grunting, huffing, and trying not to sob as you force down the lump in your throat.

You wrap his arms around your shoulders for the last stretch, hauling his cold body forward as your legs scream in protest. You can barely make out the blue tinge of his fingertips in your peripherals, sniffling as you imagine his heart struggling to keep his body warm after lying face down in the snow for who knows how long.

Five agonizing minutes later you’re on the floor watching the living room carpet soak up the blood pouring from his lower abdomen. Toji is unresponsive, head lolling side to side as you try to shake him awake.

“Toji? Baby?” Your voice cracks, eyes flitting over each and every millimeter of his body as you take in the jagged wound creeping up his hip all the way to his ribs. He’s breathing like he doesn’t need air, one shallow, agonizingly slow breath for every 3 of yours.

Right, fuck. He’s bleeding.

Situations like these weren’t too rare when you’d first met your boyfriend. But nothing like this. Injuries were common but never in a million years did you think it would get to this point.

You’d learned a thing or two about first aid from years of seeing Toji stitch himself up night after night, job after job. Spending hours blubbering on the toilet seat watching him stand in front of the bathroom mirror, tongs in hand as he tried to pry whatever foreign object had lodged itself in his shoulder this time.

The only time he’d let you patch him up were nights when you were inconsolable, threatening to leave him if he didn’t get it together and leave his job behind for something normal. Something that wouldn’t take him away from you one day.

You thought he’d finally turned a new leaf a few months ago when you noticed he’d stop coming home battered up. You didn’t want to ask directly, wanting to hold onto that mix of hope and relief you felt at the prospect of him finally settling down. You shouldn’t have been so hopeful.

You waste no time ripping his already tattered shirt down the middle, pulling the fabric down, and knotting it tight around his abdomen.

Good, okay. The blood soaks into the fabric before ebbing and eventually slowing down. At least, you think it slows down. Everything is the same shade of red, staining your clothes and skin just like it stains his.

“Toji, can you hear me?” You don’t wait for an answer, already searching for a pulse along the side of his neck.

It’s weak, but it’s there. Hammering away under his skin as his body clings onto its last shreds of consciousness. You rock back and forth, cradling his head in your lap as you try to brush his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

He’s cold. So undeniably cold even with the heater blasting, and it takes everything in you not to break down when you notice he’s so limp that the scar across his mouth has lost its dimension, no longer twisting with the little smirk his mouth somehow always finds itself in.

You curl in on yourself, still rocking the two of you back and forth as you wait for a miracle.

“—real good.”

A voice, low and gravelly. One you’d know anywhere.

“Mm.. got me real good,” Toji mumbles sleepily, nuzzling into you as a sob of relief rips through your throat.

“Who?” You sob, cradling his hands in your face. “Who did?”

Toji finally opens his eyes, bloodshot and sensitive from his time in the cold. You feel his chest expand with air, letting a much-needed breath fill his lungs before exhaling his quiet answer.

“Bounty.” His words come much too slowly, almost like he’s trying to figure out how to speak again. “Guy.. owed a client some m-money. Didn’t… expect ‘m to be so good with a blade.”

“I thought you quit.” You whimper, lip quivering. You can’t believe he’d gone back to taking hits for quick cash, nearly killing himself over some quick pocket change.

“You know... I can’t do that, baby.” That’s all you get in return, his overwhelming guilt evident. There was no other path for Toji, no feasible way you’d ever get him to settle down.

You feel the tears start up again, leaving searing trails of salt down your cheeks and neck. Toji’s expression softens at your distress,

“I’m okay... I’m okay baby, I promise.” He whispers again and again, nuzzling into your neck as you sob into his chest for what feels like forever. Soft kisses flit over your nose and forehead, the warmth in his body returning with every pump of his still-beating heart.

A shaky, blood-stained hand wipes the tears from each side of your face, quickly returning to his side as the muscles in his arm give out.

You feel calmed down enough to breathe, pulling back from the raven-haired man to gather your bearings.

Toji takes a minute to look over his injury, peeling back the sticky fabric to assess the damage. Emerald eyes soften in relief.

“I’ll be fine.” He says firmly, letting you run your hand through his sweaty, blood-crusted hair. “Didn’t.. hit anything important. Fuck, need sleep.”

You don’t respond, watching his eyes drift closed and his head droop to the side. You’d call Shiu in the morning, ask him to bring antibiotics and an IV over.

You don’t know how long it is before you speak, cringing at how hoarse your voice has become.

“Tell me you’ll quit one day.” You don’t even know if he can still hear you.

A much larger hand engulfs yours, squeezing softly.

“One day.” He mumbles, you know he's lying to you.

[strwbrychffoncke]

"ive got my love to keep me warm,, 1.7k words synopsis: cozy mornings with xavier contains: afab!reader (cleavage is mentioned once ,he squeezes ur boob lol) ,fluffy to slight nsfw?? (veeery suggestive but nothing explicit) ,teasing ,kissing ,playful xav ,sleepy xavier (when isnt he) ,he calls you 'miss hunter' teasingly ,playful banter at the end ,reader is wearing a cami + panties (im projecting) ,i think thats it *gulps* note: this is my first lads fic (yay?) here's my peace offering while i try to unravel all of my other ideas into comprehensible stories.. i hope i did him justice for the xavier kissers here :x

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peaceful.

thats how you would describe these mornings in a single word.

when the sun has yet to fully ascend beyond the horizon, its warm light slowly reaching down to the ground below, slowly enveloping every building— a gentle wake up call— its effort is futile to chase away the thick blanket of snow that's encased every inch of the city.

the world was silent, peaceful, taking its time to slowly wake from its slumber before the usual bustle of the day would settle in.

but today was different for you.

today was your day off.

something you were ever so grateful for as you cracked your eyes open, quickly being reminded that you didn't need to roll out of the warm confines of your bed, reach for your uniform in a haste, and decide what the quickest breakfast option would be this time while brushing your teeth—

but instead, you close your eyes once more, basking in the quiet calm of the morning, sinking further into the comfort of your soft mattress and warm comforter.

"..."

a shifting movement causes you to peek an eye open again.

you look down, met with the face of none other than xavier, still sound asleep, arms wound around your waist and head pressed against your chest.

you grin, bringing your hands up from under the covers, brushing up his back before trailing over the nape of his neck before landing on the top of his head, fingers tangling in his soft locks.

at your ministrations, he nuzzles deeper into your chest (his favorite pillow), a look of satisfaction spreading across his lips in his sleep.

you can only smile at the sight, admiring him.

xavier was beautiful; this was a well-known fact and something that you couldn't help but to think the first time you laid eyes on him back then.

even in his sleep, his beauty only multiplied. his breathing calm and even, cheeks soft (right one cutely squished from being pressed into your chest), his pretty long lashes stemming from his unmoving eyelids, his slightly-chapped pink lips....

you move your right hand from his hair down to his face, tracing the outline of his eyelids, his cheekbones, the curve of his nose—

he scrunches it at your touch, causing you to pause, but he still doesn't wake.

you cant help but to admire his serene expression. even if he always appeared calm and put together, there were moments where his worry, anxiety, or irritation bled through (namely on more difficult missions together— though, whether you realize it or not, in these moments he's always concerned over your safety and being able to help you out, should you need it) so seeing him like this was an especially pleasant sight to you.

you trail your index finger down, tracing his upper lip back and forth. when you go to trace vertically from his cupids bow to his inner bottom lip, your finger is met with a kiss, making you freeze.

"is my face that strange, miss hunter?"

he peeks at you with one eye from his spot as you snatch your finger back, startled by his cute, sleepy (yet equally attractive) mumble, not realizing he had woken up, having been too lost in your thoughts.

he only laughs softly at this, both eyes open yet half-lidded as he reaches a hand out from under the covers to grab your hand and drag it back towards his lips, planting a kiss onto your knuckles.

"is this a new mandatory inspection?" he grins sleepily at you as he drags your hand closer, placing his left cheek into your palm. "please, take as long as you need," he says, nuzzling into your warmth.

beginning to feel the edges of guilt creep up on you, you try to explain yourself.

"i didn't mean to wake you—"

"hmm?" he hums, closing his eyes.

you stare for a moment before letting out a laugh.

does he not mind after all?

"go back to sleep, xavier," you urge, still rubbing his head with your free hand.

"what 'bout you?"

he releases your hand, eyes still shut as he lowers his right cheek back down, curling his left arm back around your waist, head plush against your chest once more.

"im still a little sleepy myself," you yawn.

"didn't seem that way to me," he mumbles.

you huff out a breath. xavier giggles.

a comfortable silence envelops you both until you decide to speak up again.

"your face isn't strange."

"hm?" he was still awake.

"your question. your face isn't strange.. its the opposite, actually. seeing such a peaceful expression on your face is always... a relief," you admit sheepishly.

xavier cracks an eye open at that.

feeling his stare, you push a hand towards his face to cover his eye and turn your head away, bashful under his gaze.

"stop that.."

he responds by grabbing your hand, easily moving it down from his eyes, and kissing the inside of your palm down to your wrist, making eye contact with you all the while.

"xavier..."

something about the way you show your care for him, your embarrassed expression as you try to hide from his gaze (along with the way a strap of your cami slides down your arm, revealing more of your pretty skin) seems to wake him up and make something snap within him all at once.

"on second thought..."

you don't have time to process his next move.

one second, he was nestled comfortably against you, and the next, he was hovering over you, the hand he was kissing now pinned down above your head on the mattress below.

"i'm not sure i feel so tired anymore..."

your breath hitches, surprised eyes locked with his as he stares down at you.

your pretty, surprised eyes stare up at him, your breathing picking up at the growing tension as his eyes drag over you, from your messy bedhead, your silk cami— wrinkled and showing just enough of your cleavage now— riding up at the bottom to reveal your soft belly peeking out from beneath it, your pretty panties, lace embellishing the edges, hugging your hips so nicely, the beginning of your plush thighs pressed together...

he thinks you look so pretty like this.

"xa—"

"beautiful."

you don't get to respond as he swallows up any words you had within the next second.

the kiss is needy, his tongue quickly overtaking yours and slipping between your lips, breathing you in, taking everything you're willing to give him.

he loves how willing you are to give yourself to him.

always.

when you separate, you're both gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting your now spit-shined lips together.

he frowns down at you suddenly, still catching his breath.

"xavier?" you whisper, puzzled at his sudden change in expression.

you reach out for him with your left hand but before you can reach him, he catches it with his free one, pinning it down over your right hand, adjusting his grip so both your wrists are restrained with his left hand, leaving you helpless while his right begins to trail down your body.

"you woke me up..."

his eyes are darker as his fingers drag slowly down your neck, your collarbones, your shoulder.

did i upset him?

"i said i didn't- oh"

your breath catches in your throat as he squeezes your breast suddenly.

"its only fair you take responsibility,"

he trails lower, touch light over the skin of your stomach before trailing over your panties stretched across your hips (oh, how he loved that you didn't sleep in any pants, even when the weather was as cold as it was), fingers dancing around between your inner thighs.

"right, miss hunter?"

. . .

winter mornings with xavier were something you started to anticipate ever since getting your first taste of one.

at night, you never had to fear going to sleep shivering under layers of blankets, and oftentimes you'd wake up so warm and cozy (thanks to your human-cat like blanket) that you never wanted to get up.

other times, even when a chill permeated through the room, xavier would always take matters into his own hands and warm you up using his own methods, conventional or not.

winter mornings with xavier were peaceful, cozy, warm, and always something to look forward to.

and as small, pretty snowflakes began to float down and meet with the city below, all the world was none the wiser to the sounds of your lovemaking.

more snowflakes began their descent, a light frost enveloping the windows, the blanket of snow concealing the messy kisses, sinful moans, gasping breaths, the way he bent your body to his will, the slapping of skin and the confessions of love amongst everything else.

and by the time most were out and about, running errands or on their way to their respective jobs, you were already spent and shaking, cuddling up to xavier, still nude and stealing each others body heat, marks running along your necks and chests as you slipped into the comfortable embrace of slumber once more.

-

"are you cold?"

you look up at him.

"why do you ask?"

"you're shaking"

you stare at him, unimpressed.

"well, maybe if someone wasn't so needy, my body wouldn't be reacting like this."

he laughs in response, pulling you closer before planting a kiss on your head.

"sorry," he muses, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. "you just look too good in the morning, can you really blame me?"

you sigh, cuddling closer to him.

"i don't think i'll be able to walk for the rest of the day."

"it's a good thing i didn't feel like going out anyway," he lets out a contented sigh as he hugs you close.

yes, winter mornings with xavier were definitely something to look forward to.

. . .

extra:

"so... you're not cold?"

you don't answer.

"because i can always warm you up—"

you can't fight the urge and hit him with a pillow. he laughs.

"actually, i think i have something to do," you tease, rolling away from him, almost reaching the edge of the bed before he latches onto your waist.

you yelp as he pulls you back against his chest.

"hey!"

"you may not be cold, but i am. stay here and warm me up for now." he shuts his eyes, getting comfortable with you.

you sigh, nuzzling into him.

"i'll have to get up to cook later, and you're going to have to move me."

"we can order takeout."

"xavier that's..."

"sleep," he murmurs, holding you close.

you can only surrender, sinking into the warmth from your beloved.

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authors note: yes i wrote xavier as a freak in the morning i think it suits him.. was so tempted to turn this into an actual smut but my only experience is reading 'x reader' smut w fictional characters sigh. maybe ill try writing christmas sex or something but hopefully this will do for now.... dunno if its noted but the title is inspired by laufey's winter ep + other inspos w the other lads li's are on the way ,please look forward to it :x > editing one last time after drinking if there's any typos idk what ill do....

[sillysillygoofygoose]

Helloooo can I request single dad Toji living with his son megumi but then neighbor reader moves in and yk HAHHAHAH anyways love ur works

Hi!! Okay, okay, okay SOOOOO cute 🥰 I LOVE this trope sooooo much. Thank you smmm anon 💕💕 I have the smexiest ask in my inbox rn, so I thought I would start with some innocent fluff 🤭

Toji is like... super down bad in this one btw

One and a Half Men □○

Toji swore off of dating the day he became a single father. Never again, he told himself. He was too busy. Too preoccupied. Too grown to be playing a twenty-something year old's game. It was evident by his whisps of gray hair, earned over the three and a half challenging years of fatherhood.

When Megumi was first born, Toji found him and his bundle of joy a nice enough apartment, conveniently next to an uninhabited one so Megumi's cries wouldn't wake up any neighbors. Toji kept his head down and focused on what he needed to do. He worked, he took care of his baby boy, and he just kept moving forward.

And he kept good on his promise... very good. Until you showed up.

"Oh, good morning Megumi! Hi Mr. Toji, how are you guys doing today?"

There you were. A beautiful, shining sweetheart, kind and angelic down to your very core. A college student, roughly twenty years old, full of life and hope and love. And the Fushiguro's neighbor of six months.

"I told ya' a million times doll, don't call me Mr. Anything. Makes me feel older than I already am." Toji can't help the way his heart pulses in his chest everytime you flash that bright smile his way. He wishes he could.

"Okay, Mr. Toji." You giggle him off, shrugging away his gruff tone as Megumi let's go of his dad's finger and starts waddling over to you, the smallest smile parting his chubby cheeks.

"Hi y~y/n. M'mmorning. I have new shirt." Megumi makes his way over to you, grabbing your hand with one of his while the other stretches the fabric of his yellow and blue t-shirt towards you, showing it off.

"Oh wow! I see! You look very dapper this morning, Megumi!" Toji watches as you crouch down in front of Megumi, absent-mindedly patting down the raven strands of hair protruding out of the little boys' scalp

Hm, Toji thinks, watching as you blabber back and forth with the little man, smile widening more and more with every word Megumi stumbles out.

A buzzing notification from his phone distracts him from the heartwarming scene. Fuck, graveyard shift tonight.

"Well, I'm very glad you like it, you look suuuuper handsome, just like your daddy." Toji's ears perk up when he hears that. He let's a smirk slip when he realizes you're already looking at him, holding little Gumi's hand.

Hearing Megumi's quiet giggles reminds him of his current conundrum. He doesn't have anyone to look after Megumi tonight.

"Um hey, y/n, are you busy tonight?" Toji scratches the back of his neck, keeping a cool composure as his heart picks up speed.

"No, I don't think so! Why?" You stand up, caressing Megumi's head when he clings to your legs.

"I don't like asking for favors, but could you watch Megumi tonight? I'll pay ya." Toji ignores Megumi's excited squeal at the mention of spending the night at your place, knowing at this rate, he would probably have the same reaction.

"Oh my god, I'd love to! You really don't have to pay me, it would be my pleasure. He's such a little gentleman." Almost as excited as Megumi, you agree, softly squeezing the toddler's tiny shoulders.

You say your goodbyes, explaining how you need to run to the store and that Toji can drop Megumi off whenever.

As you wave goodbye, Megumi turns back to his daddy, huge smile overtaking his dumpling face.

"Yay, tank you dada! I wuv y/n, so nice and pretty." Toji has never seen his little boy so excited.

"Yeah, me too, little guy." Toji mused, walking down the apartment building's hallway, distracted by confirming his shift with his boss.

"Dada wove y/n too?" Megumi mumbles to himself, looking up at his dad with bright, hopeful eyes.

"Uhm, huh? Uh she's a very nice young lady, Megs." Realizing what he said, he backtracks, distracting Megumi with under chin tickles.

"Okay Dada." Megumi giggles, scrunching his chin to his chest, trying to stop the tingles infecting his little body.

...

Megumi was quick to warm up to you when you first moved in. It was just something about you. Maybe it was the same thing that had Toji head over heels the moment he first talked to you.

You were so refreshing to be around. Both Toji and Megumi were so used to only having each other. A young, smiling, motherly woman was such a fulfilling person to have around. Like a missing piece. Your presence was magnetic to the small family, both of them adoring you, only in different ways.

Everything about you was so beautiful. It almost made Toji nervous...

"Dada... knock knock." Megumi pulls Toji's hand towards your door, reminding him of the task at hand.

"You got it bud." Toji picks Megumi up under his armpits, letting him do the knocking.

Immediately, the door swings open, revealing a smiling you, clad in a flimsy tank top and baggy sweatpants.

"Megumi!!" You exclaim, laughing as the little boy grabs your neck and transfers himself into your arms.

"Yayyayayay, y/n!" Megumi squeezes you before turning to his dad.

"Bye bye, dada. Night night." Megumi immediately waves to his dad, almost kicking him out.

"Hold on, little man. Let me talk to y/n for a minute." Toji huffed a laugh as you smiled, moving to the side to let him in.

Toji declined coming in, explaining that he didn't want to intrude. He began explaining that Megumi was due for sleep, saying how it's already way past his bedtime. You point to your room, assuring him that Megumi would be sleeping like a king and that you were drowning in school work, too much to worry about sleeping on the couch.

Toji nodded along, beginning to tune your melodic voice out as he observed the way a sleepy Megumi snuggled into your neck, and the way your hand cradled his head, carding through his messy hair.

"Okay, well, I don't want to keep you too long, Toji! Megumi is safe and sound, and will be asleep verrryyy soon." You tease the little boy, knowing that he's already fighting sleep, dozing off on your shoulder.

Toji smiled when he didn't hear an honorific before his name. Your body froze up as he moved unbelievably close to you, face rubbing against yours as he cups the back of Megumi's head, kissing him goodnight.

"Thanks again, text me if you need anything. Be a good boy Gumi, love ya." Toji waves goodbye as you close the door, turning in your place to take a deep breath, feeling your heated cheeks with the back of your hand, pulling yourself together. What a man.

Your fan-girling subsides when you feel a yawn against your neck, reminding you of the exhausted little boy in your arms.

"Let's get you to bed, buddy. We can have fun in the morning, okay?" You feel a mumble on your skin as you walk to your room, taking in the little boys matching pajamas, little toes covered with fluffy socks. Your heart melts in your chest. How cute.

"Alright, there we go. All set, bud?" You smile down at Megumi tucked in your pink bedding, little head resting on your memory foam pillow.

"Back rub, please?" Megumi pleads, instinctively rubbing his scalp with flat hands. That's where the messy hair comes from.

"Okay, bud." You soften your voice as the boy rolls around in your bed, laying on his chubby little tummy.

He hums happily when he feels the weight of your hand on his back, making grabby hands at your unoccupied one, asking to hold it.

"Dada woves you. He said so to me." Megumi smiles softly, squeezing you hand.

"Oh! Um... oh! He said that?" A wave of shock and flush runs through your body, chest and face heating up.

"Mhm. He thinks you're pretty. I think he wants- marry you." Gumi goes rouge as sleep clouds his little mind, cutting into his own sentences.

"Allrrighhtt Megs... let's focus on bedtime, okay?" You giggle out, feeling like a schoolgirl after hearing the unreliable narrator's thoughts.

"Mmh, okay. Night night, Mama."

...

You didn't get a lick of sleep. How could you? Piles of work was banging at your brain, but the only thing you could think of was Toji and Megumi. Mama.

Pulling at your face, you snap out of your panicked thoughts when you hear a door open and the weight of a tiny body running to your couch. Looking up, your heart breaks in half.

"Y/nnn, bad dreammm. I had bad dream." Megumi sobs out, hands seeking comfort in his hair rubbing his head in agony. His face is puffy and red as tears run down his chubby cheeks, sniffing and crying.

"Oh Gumi, I'm sorry baby... here, come here honey." Climbing onto the couch, Megumi rushes into your arms, holding onto you like you would disappear. Sighing, you stand up with the little boy koala bear-ing you, pacing back and forth as you hush him.

Gazing at the time displayed on the oven, you see that it's already four in the morning. Megumi burrows himself into your body, getting as close as possible to you, seeking the maternal comfort your provide.

"M so sleepy. Don't wanna be by myself." Megumi eventually sighs after tiring himself out, fidgeting with the strap of your tank top.

"Let's sit down, okay bubs? Let's just take some deep breaths." You feel like a nervous wreck, hoping you're comforting Megumi well enough, not fully knowing what to do.

Sitting back down, you pat his back, resting your head on the back of the couch. The weight of Megumi's tired head on your chest grounds you. As you begin dozing off, you feel Megumi's grip on you relax, signaling his sleep.

Exhaling, you rest your arms around the resting lump, finally letting sleep overtake you.

...

Bright and early, you're awoken by the sounds of cabinets opening and closing. You freak out, thinking someone was ransacking your apartment before you open your eyes to see a little body wandering around your kitchen.

"Thirsty." Was the only explanation you get from the messy haired boy as he continued look for a glass.

Pouring him a glass of water, you place him on a chair in your small kitchen, starting his breakfast.

Megumi mumbles to himself as you prepare his scrambled eggs, keeping himself entertained. As you sit across from him, placing his plate in front of him, he smiles and thanks you quietly before digging in.

You drink your coffee, enjoying the peace and quiet provided by Megumi's preoccupied mind...

"Y/n?"

"Yes, Gumi?"

"Do you love dada?"

Megumi brings it up again. Great. Nosey little boy.

"Because I want a mommy. And you're good at it. I think you should be my mama."

"Hey, Gumi, what's your favorite dinosaur?" You blurt out, stopping the conversation as soon as possible.

The little boy glares at you, too smart to be tricked, but giving in anyway.

"T-rex."

...

"Dada! Y/n took good care of me!" Megumi sung the highest of praises when you opened the door to an exhausted Toji.

"I'm sure she did! I hope he didn't give you too much trouble." Toji teased, seeing the dark bags manifesting under your eyes.

"No, not at all, he's a very good boy." You smiled giving Megumi one last hug before he grabbed onto his dad's thumb.

"Thank you so much again, really it means the world to us." Toji reminded you, pulling a fifty out of his pocket, almost begging you to take it. You insisted on him keeping it, joking that the economy is too tough to be stealing his money. Saying their final goodbyes, Toji and Megumi left you alone with your thoughts.

Oh my god. Toji looked so good. His sweatshirt made his already huge frame look unbelievably broader, looking so protective as he held onto his little boy at your door.

You needed him. Bad. And it freaked the shit out of you.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

*PART TWO IS NOW UP!!!!!* https://www.tumblr.com/sillysillygoofygoose/740703539826917377/one-and-a-half-men-one?source=share

[princessmaybank]

hi princess, I hope your break is going well <33 this is like super specific but could you do a jj x Routledge!reader with super blonde frizzy hair nd jj doesn’t know she dyes it brown until he walks in on her with a lions mane getting dye ready

No pressure at all for u to get to this, i love ur work so so much and I hope you’re going okay princess <333 thank you

thank you for the request! wasn't sure if you wanted smut in there but that's how all of my Fics end up so I'm assuming you do! I'm sorry this turned so dark if you wanted it fluffier. I have recently started Haunting Adeline 😂🤭🩷

Hair Dye

Pairings: JJ x Routledge!Reader

Warnings: Surprise Kiss, Fingering, Rough!Dark!JJ, Spanking, Panty Ripping, Hair Pulling, Choking, P in V, Creampie, Caught, etc.

Summary: Read the ask^

Author's Note: Wrote this so fast, I hope you like it, sorry it's so late!

"I just don't see the point, dad and I have brown hair, you got blonde hair, you should feel special!" John B says as I walk down the aisle searching for the color I want. "That's exactly the point JB. I feel left out. It's odd, plus people have asked us way too many times if we're dating, even though we have the same face." JB rolled his eyes in defeat as I found the shade of brown I was searching so hard for. I was so excited that I could barely wait until we got home.

"Hey JJ is coming over soon!" I hear JB yell from the kitchen as he puts away some groceries. "I expect nothing less. Your boyfriend basically lives here!" I laugh as I go into the bathroom and read the instructions. Once I think I finally have it down and the parts mixed together, my brother calls me into the kitchen. "I'm gonna start cooking dinner. Is there any way I am going to talk you out of this? Blonde hair takes a long time to come back." He says and almost on cue JJ stumbles in the front door. "And yet yours keeps coming back." I say throwing my thumb over my shoulder. He chuckled at my stupid joke and ruffled my hair, causing it to frizz up even more than it already had.

"Hey there, hot stuff." JJ said with a wink. I roll my eyes before walking to the bathroom. "He was talking to you!" I shout teasing JB about his best friend. "I definitely wasn't but okay. What's with her?" I hear him ask my brother. I put the gloves on and get a towel ready under my neck. "She's going to dye her hair. I kept trying to talk her out of it. Fuck, I forgot something at the store. I'll be back, try not to kill each other." I heard the screen door slam as John B ran out.

I heard loud footsteps coming from the hallway until they reached me. "You're not gonna try to talk me out of it too are you?" I say setting down the bottle of dye. "Not gonna try shit" I breathe out a sigh of relief. "You're not doing it." He demanded. "Who do you think you are?" I ask with a full attitude. "Y/N. You don't need to dye your hair." I shook my head. "I want to!" I whined. JJ went to grab the bottle of hair dye and so did I. Eventually he tore it from me and held it above his head. I wasn't able to reach it and he laughed because he thought he had won. I looked him in the eyes and took his face in my hands, planting a big kiss on him. when his lips moved back and forth with mine, I knew he'd drop his arm any second. And he did. I took the chance and stole my bottle back running to the guest bedroom and trying to make it to that bathroom. I wasn't aware JJ was right behind me until I was pinned against the bathroom door.

"Why must you be a little brat all the time?" He asked. JJ's eyes are dark now. This wasn't a game anymore. He removed the bottle from my hand, I let him take it because I was so stunned by this sudden change. "You're. Not. Dying. It." He said with a low menacing voice. "Jay-" I tried to plead, I don't know why, but he was scaring me. He was also kind of arousing me. I never had these feelings for my brother's best friend, maybe it was just how dark he felt in this moment.

He stared into my eyes before placing his lips to mine once again. It felt different this time, I felt a zing, coursing through my veins. His fingertips were now bruising my hips as he lightly humped me through our clothes. This felt unreal. I peak my eyes open for a moment. Yep. it was still JJ. He was still grabbing me with an intense force and grinding his rock hard cock into me.

My eyes shut again and I just went with it. His right hand moved to unbutton my shorts. When he found his way in, he didn't tease, he only plummeted two fingers into my soaked core. "He won't be gone long, if there's something you want from me..tell me now." He demanded again. My eyes stared into his begging to be fucked but I knew it wouldn't be that easy. "F-fuck me.." I whispered through my breath, unable to think as his fingers moved back and forth. "Speak up." His harsh tone scared me slightly but I said my phrase again, louder so he could hear.

His fingers escaped my opening, causing a whine to spill from my lips. He rolled his eyes before pulling my shorts down. I kicked them to the side before I was roughly turned around and slammed up against the door. A gasp flew out of me unexpectedly followed by another when I felt him slap my ass. I let out loud moans as he continued, taking turns with my cheeks. When they were blood red, he squeezed them in his hands. I hissed from the sensitivity he caused.

He toyed with my panties for a few seconds before he spoke. "You don't need these." He chuckled lightly before I heard a ripping sound. Shock was written all over my face as he tore the rest of the thin fabric off of my body. His fingers found my slick folds and teased them for a moment. I was about to chime in before hearing the sound of a zipper and shorts dropping to the ground. I didn't have enough time to process the noise before I felt his cock slide inside me. He let out a dark groan and quickened his pace, not letting me adjust to his size. He was going so fast and so hard. I was a moaning mess. My head started to fall but he didn't let it get too far. His hand pulled me back by my hair while his other wrapped around my throat. His fingertips squeezed tighter, not giving me much room to work air in or out. "You like that? Like my hand wrapped around your throat while you take my cock?" He asked and all I could do was give a small nod before he pulled my hair again, so now my ear was against his lips. "What would John B say if he walked in on us right now? Think he'd be pissed to see his sister with my cock jammed in her tight pussy?" He teased.

Those words were enough to cause an eruption in me. My orgasm hit me like a freight train and slid down his cock and onto his thighs. His hand left my throat and fell to my hips as I pulled in as much air as possible. He fucked me hard a few more times before his cum leaked inside of me.

The sound of the screen door opening and closing apparently wasn't enough to get JJ's dick out of me. My throat was tired, I couldn't mutter a word and JJ knew that. He rode out his high which made my eyes roll back. It was enough for me to squeeze my thighs together and cum again.

"JJ when I said anything, this is not what I meant!" JB shouted. We never even heard him walk in, but we heard the bedroom door slam. We cooled down and I went into the bathroom to inspect my neck. There were bruises where JJ had a hold of me. "What did he mean by that?" I asked. JJ was a lot brighter now. "Oh he messaged me before you two got home and told me to make you not dye your hair. He said to do anything I have to." He chuckled. "Wasn't planning this.." He said pointing to my neck. "But I'm glad it happened." He shrugged and kissed my forehead. A smile spread onto my face before I laid my head on his chest. He held me in his arms and I promised to never dye my hair.

"Good, I like pullin' on this blonde lion's mane." He giggled before I swatted at his chest.

[sparklesandpudding]

I want to read Ror's newest spin off since it got all over fyp, but I can't find it anywhere -,-

By the way if you don't mind, can I get a smut request of the trio underworld -(Hades, Beelzy, Adamas)- with a subby wife F reader? Perhaps an angryfuck with breeding bcs their wifey keeps demanding things from them while they're busy/tired? (we love hardworking husband) Ngl I love them so much

I hope it's not too much! I'm waiting for ur art too >⁠.⁠<

Hi!! This is one hell of a request anon 😆 haha

Hades, Adamas, Beelzebub (separate) × sub!wife!reader

Warnings : NSFW

⚠️!!!MDNI!!!⚠️

° °•Angry•° °

Hades

he was doing paperwork and all, and was completely stressed. The man was completely overworked, and you weren't making things any better.

You were so needy. Like a pet. Always demanding affection, love, and everything else. It was tiring.

So when he finally had enough, he decided to just play into your needs and spread your legs. Since you wanted it so much, he'll give you all the love he's stored up.

----

"haa...haaa~! Hunny.." Sobs were everywhere, and the bed was creaking more than ever, your eyes glazed with lust as his fingers added up into your tight little clit opening. He was good with his fingers, not to mention the speed he had was beyond human. (Obviously)

Your legs were spread wide, and the cool air did nothing thanks to the hot sex you were both going to partake in. Your shirt was above your sweet little nipples—making them stand out to him more.

Your beloved husband was fingerfucking you to tears. Your whines and cries echoing throughout the big spacial room, one that was meant for a king and a queen to have their privacy. The noise that could only fill your thoughts was full of slimy sticky sounds of your pussy being driven to craziness by your sweetheart.

"Didn't you say you wanted my attention, dear? Here I am. Don't tell me you don't want to do it anymore." He spoke, before withdrawing his fingers, his hands making its way to his pants. When you looked, there stood an erect cock, waiting to pounce on your vulnerable little holes.

He slid his cock in-between your slit. Rubbing it with renewed vigor. It took a few tries for him to push the tip inside your pretty little clit, before it finally slid in.

"Are you happy now, my queen?"

Your sobs and sniffles were a melody to his ears when he pushed more of his length into your clit, his hips moving back and forth, picking up speed and eventually deep breeding you. Pumping your belly full of his future babies.

Don't worry, he can last long enough to make you happy and fulfilled, just like you asked.

Adamas

Adamas was tired. Very tired of your 'whining', or that's how he prefers to call it. He's been finished with all your bullshit. You should have never lit fire to a man with a short fuse. He was not one to let things go so easily.

When he arrived to you, instead of giving you his nut, mf makes you suck him off instead. Then watches you struggle, before putting you in Doggystyle position and immediately going at it.

You really thought there would be like, foreplay or something? Hell no. Straight to the point.

---

"Well? How's it feel you fuckin princess? You like that? It's what you asked for, yeah?"

He looked down at you, before flipping you again to lay on your back, just so that he could watch your pretty little face all pink and stained with tears.

"Did you set this all up for me to fuck you? here's the attention you've been demanding. Will that shut you up for a while?"

He's not really one to use his fingers. He prefers to just use his cock, letting it do all the work for him. His hands are busy with your tits. Rolling and pinching them like they aren't sensitive. Like he was playing with a console or whatever.

If you like it rough, he's the man for you.

Beelzebub

He was completely tired after doing experiments, and looking through recent papers connected to his new ideas. But you would not stop demanding for his attention.

You need to give this man ana award for putting up with you. Especially knowing how he is. All you do all day is ask for things and be all needy with him, even if he doesn't have much time to spare for you. Which is why he found a good solution for it.

That solution? Fucking your brains out. What a genius.

But think about it. If he fucks you well and good, then not only will he get a rest from all your constant whining, but also give you what you asked for. It's a win-win situation.

---

Now that he had you stroke and pump him off, he did not waste a second to squeeze his whole length inside. Your moans heard, but clearly ignored.

"Beel...I'm soorry--"

Instead of going faster, he decided to slow down. Pushing deep, slow and sensual. It was pure torture, but luckily for you, he was an expert with his tongue. He'd lick your clit and suck it slowly, making you cum and throb. Before sucking rougher.

"there, you asked for this. I'll make sure to finish up soon."

He'd whisper, before pushing his cock back in, this time, ready to pump you full. You wanted love? Here it is. Oh, but I'm only talking about Beelzebub here. What about his curse? Well.

You'd be fucked to oblivion I tell you. So much to the point where your voice grows hoarse from all the noise you made. Your cheeks would stain and flow with tears. If Beelzebub was bad, you better look at his curse. Once this thing comes out, you'll be coming multiple times too.

Finger fucking your butthole, pounding your clit after, ome after the other—back to back.

[svnluns]

⋆ tattoo shop

i’ve always wanted to get a tattoos, but my parents always refused, even if my dad have some, because i was too young.

Now that i’m finally “old” enough and that i have my own money i can finally get what i want.

I’ve always wanted a tattoo on my thigh and i thought that maybe a dragon could look good on me.

I walked into the same shop my dad went to get his first one’s. But the person that i wanted to do my tattoo wasn’t there.

“We normally don’t do walk-ins but i can look at the schedules to see if anyone can take you” The man, who seemed to be the owner of the place, said, looking at the computer.

I nodded and sat on one of the chairs that was next to the door.

“I can take her, my client canceled on me so i’m free.” a woman’s voice said, walking out of one of the door. “Come with me.”

I followed her to a room. It was dark, there was mirror on the wall and some rock music playing from a speaker.

“My name is Billie, nice to meet you” She says, putting on her gloves.

“Hi, i’m y/n, nice to meet you”

“So what do you want?” She asked, taking her pen and ipad so she could start drawing.

“I want a dragon on my left thigh”

“Alright, im going to draw the design, show it to you and then we could start” She say, trying to make this feel less scary.

She then went into another room and came back 15min later. She showed me the result and i approved.

“Alright well, you can take off ur short” She say, waiting for me to do so, so she could put some cream and taking the tattoo gun and the ink.

“Tell me if you need a break, okay” Billie said, while shaving the area.

She started to tattoo ur thigh, and you were starting to get a bit nervous.

“You look tense, do you want me to help you relax?” She said, keeping her eyes on what she’s doing.

“Yeah sure but how?” You ask, unsure if you want to trust her or not.

“Are you ok with me touching you?” She ask, now looking at you.

“Hm yes i am”

“Great” She say with a little smile.

U noticed that Billie’s is approaching her right hand to your panties. She start to tease it a little, hoping that you will feel better.

“How are you feeling now?” She whispers to you.

“Hm better, please don’t stop” You say, closing ur eyes and trying not to make any sounds.

“Alright love”

She keep going with her work until she’s telling you that you will have to continue next week because those kind of tattoos takes time.

“You can open ur eyes now angel, we are done for this session, we will continue next me, i will wrap it and then you could go, you can pay me when it’s all down” Billie says calmly, getting up from her seat.

She puts down the tattoo gun and take of her gloves.

She took out some paper to wrap ur thighs so the tattoo doesn’t get messy.

“Ok we are ready to go now, do you have any requests?” Billie says while opening the door.

“Actually yes” You say, suddenly regretting it.

“What is it?”

“Can you keep doing what you did? I know that the session is over but yk” You says, without trying to make eyes contact with her.

She closes the door, locking it and walks towards you.

“Sure love”

She decided to seat on you so she could have a better look at you and how she makes you feel.

She put her hand on ur pantie and rub ur pussy back and forth.

She kisses you, stopping you from moaning, and she takes off ur pantie and throw it on the floor.

She insert two fingers into it, pushing them deeper as you are moaning more and more.

Your body start shaking, and you can’t stop yourself from crying of pleasure.

“Please keep going Billie, don’t stop” You says, opening ur legs wider.

“I’m not planning on stopping y/n” She says, kissing you passionately.

“Oh fuck” You says, cumming all over her fingers.

You’re out of breath, talking some tissues to wipe yourself, ur hair and makeup messy, but a wild smile on your face.

U get up and grab ur panties and short, putting them on, trying not to move the paper that is wrapped around ur thigh.

“It’s time to go now babe” Bille says to you, grabbing ur hand into hers and heading you towards the front door of the tattoo shop.

“I see you next week” She says with a smirk, as she’s watching you walk always.

[kitkat-2204]

Guys I highkey wanted to make a story about her friend at a sleepover and kink indulgence during it so im gonna help my brain and make it:

Olivia was very shy. She didn’t show her true nature to anyone and kept to her thoughts to herself. That was the biggest reason maya invited her to sleepover. Maya was outgoing, open, and yet decided to invite Olivia specifically to a one on one sleepover. Olivia was more than confused on the reasoning, but decided to say yes anyway. “I just want to get her contact for college assignment help and move on.” Olivia thought, nervously waiting at Maya’s front door. Maya opens the door with sheer excitement on her face, smiling ear to ear saying hello to Olivia. “Hi olivia! Please come inside, I made tacos for dinner!” Maya introduces enthusiastically. “So… what do you do for work? How is ur first semester going?” Maya asks, about to take a bite into a taco. “Im doing okay. Right now I do freelance work for a small animation company that works on YouTube animations, and I am taking some light classes that just focus on my major right now.” Olivia relents, looking down at her unfinished plate of tacos while speaking. “Sorry if im being too forward Olivia, I just really want to get to know you. Ive seen some of your work and I must say I am, rather impressed… I was quite embarrassed to admit so however.” Maya responds bashfully. “Wow… she… actually likes my work…? Im glad.” Olivia thinks, feeling a little bit better with meeting Maya, feeling glad that her art is being appreciated. After dinner, the two of them drink some light drinks of wine together while relaxing in Maya’s room, feeling a little more comfortable with each other now that the ice is broken. Later on in the night, with them both feeling slightly tipsy, Maya jokingly says “Oh dear..I think those tacos are getting to me… I hope you don’t mind..” and proceeds to let a small sigh, indicating she passed gas. “Sorry.. I have gastrointestinal issues sometimes, and it’s quite disabling. My doctor recommends that I am open about my need to pass gas. Is…that okay?” Maya asks bashfully. Olivia however, is quite red by the thought, having a secret thing for farts in private. She does everything she can to keep this private however, ever since middle school where she was caught, and relentlessly teased until she exchanged schools. “Thats okay, no worries.” Olivia responds, as nonchalant seeming as possible. The rest of the night became much more intense for Olivia, with Maya getting more and more gassy overall. Each fart becoming more and more obvious, with a more intense and distracting sound from Mayas voice being heard from each release. “Ahh… sorry my stomach really hurts… this is feeling better, again I apologize… I hope it’s not too gross..” Maya repeats. “It’s not gross, its normal, no worries.” Olivia responds, working even harder to hide her intense feelings of desire more than before. Her palms were sweating, her head filled with tantalizing thoughts that just melted her even more, and yet she would not allow anyone to see. She only slightly looked at Maya when she sees her lifting her left leg up just enough to allow another release to bubble out, but quickly averted her gaze, becoming self conscious. Maya felt her gas bubbling out of her until she felt something wet release, becoming increasingly embarrassed and bashful, only to burst out laughing. “Oh dear, I think I pushed a little too hard… I CANNOT keep doing this!!” Maya says, with laughter in between her bashful expression. “Oh dear, don’t worry, you don’t need to be embarrassed, I bet it felt better for your stomach ache right..?” Olivia said carefully, trying to hide her desire behind her words will all the effort in the world. It was at that moment however, that Maya began to notice how Olivia was acting, before she even realized she was caught. Maya noticed the flushed look on her face, her nervous clenched palms, her eyes darting back and forth with fear, and her biggest give away, what she said. Olivia said just a little too much, gave her desire away just slightly enough for Maya to notice, just with the prospect of Maya describing the relief she feels from releasing.

“She’s into this huh… oh dear. Thats so unbelievably cute. I can’t believe she working so hard to hide herself. I want to make her comfortable.” Maya thought. She then proceeds to lift her left leg again, noticing the slight shift in Olivias eyes as she does so. “I can’t let anyone know. I need to calm down..” Olivia thinks, trying to cool herself down. She then glimpses at Maya rubbing her stomach and announcing herself, “I… can’t hold it.. I am going to just do it..” At this point, Olivia can’t help it. Her eyes flutter with desire and sees Maya looking at her, immediately covering her face in embarrassment. “I am so sorry…. I know that I am weird.. please don’t hate me..” Olivia sputters in-between sobs. Maya pulls Olivias hands away from her face, bringing her face right next to Olivia’s ears. “There is nothing weird about you… express your needs how you please… I don’t mind.” Maya whispers reassuringly. Olivias entire body shakes with desire, never having the opportunity to indulge in her interests before today. Maya proceeds to push her stomach, looking at Olivia closely while releasing the pressure and pain all into her pants. “Oh yes�� this helps so much…” Maya says in-between breaths of relief. “Oh yes…this is just… so lovely..” Olivia whispers while finally getting the courage to touch herself, feeling safe enough around Maya in a way she has never felt safe before. After this sleepover, Olivia and Maya became close in a way that she could have never imagined. Going on dates, talking about art, and remembering the day they trusted each-other, being at a simple college sleepover.

I wanted to make this story not just for sexual purposes, but also to talk about the way kink shaming and sexual shame in general affects people through the lense of storytelling. I hope you guys enjoy :)

[ariseur]

HAIII I've read about all of ur DMC posts and they always make me feel gushy and silly OUGHH can I request a lil fluffy blurb of Nero with a reader who confesses their crush on him accidentally after a particularly bad fight w a demon?? Ty!!!! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

“well, this wasn’t really what i was hoping to do this evening but,” you looked back at the horde of chaoses headed straight for you, the scales on their back glinting as they caught sight of you and nero, “i guess i could use a little workout.” you looked towards your companion, a quizzical look on his face with blue rose slung over his shoulder. “so could you, y’know.”

“nah,” he said, charging up his devil breaker— or nico’s masterpiece, as she’d like to call it, “i’m good.” with that, he approached into the crowd, evading all their charges towards him as they whipped their tails.

you rolled your eyes, “ever so arrogant.” you unsheathed your own weapon, parrying one of the attacks that the chaos tried to get on you, it’s tail whooshing back and forth as it anticipated your next move.

he guffawed, “not arrogant! just know i’m— that— good!” he clenched his teeth as he rolled away from one of their attacks, successfully striking a vulnerable spot and knocking two of them down.

few more comments and where were you at now? kneeling over nero with deteriorating demon husks behind you, hands on his chest as you urged him to lay back down. “you’re hurt, nero.”

“relax, i’m— damnit!” his eyes scrunched close while his hand darted over to his abdomen, an aching sensation overtaking his stomach as he laid back down. you made sure to put your hand under his head to gently let it down so it wouldn’t hit the hard, concrete tile.

“listen, i appreciate the help— ugh, i guess. but you can just let me up.

“no, actually— i cant.”

“uh.. yes, you can.”

“nope,” you popped the p, “can’t do that.” you coaxed him to sit up against the wall since he was so antsy, patting his leg as you peered down at him— his eyes narrowed with skepticism. “can’t have nothin’ happen to you.”

“why? you got a crush on me or something?”

“yep, got problem with that?” your eyebrow quirked as you looked back up at him, tearing your eyes away from the pay phone nearby. maybe you’d watch his reaction a little more before going to call nico. he gulped, looking around as if somebody could hear. “well, no.” he finally said.

“then listen to me, ‘just that good’.” you stood up, darting over to the pay phone so nero wouldn’t have anything else to say.

he let out a breathless laugh, clutching his stomach as he tried to keep it to a minimum— so as to both not alert any nearby demons and to try and not strain himself as badly. he watched as you threw him a soft smile, holding the phone to your ear as you called nico.

knowing her, she wouldn’t take long before her van pulled up and would almost kill both of you from how reckless she drove, but nero couldn’t think of that when all he thought about was your words— how casual you were. he wondered how long you had held your feelings towards him for, and he wondered if they were as long as his. unfortunately, the rumbling of an approaching engine and tires skidding interrupted both of your thoughts, the silent moment now gone. you two would definitely talk about this later, you thought.

[4ngelsharkyxx]

i read your headcanons(and i love itt) the third one where he couldnt keep his hands off you that would be such an good ficc i would love to read that if you write it

U ask and u shall receive❤️

This had been sitting in my drafts for a while, so I thought of finishing it off. hope u guys enjoy🙏

-Only for you-

Warnings:strong language,kissing

Genre:fluff

Referred to as y/n

Summary:Aj has never liked psychical touch. he wouldn't like people touching him whatsoever. It was his pet peeve,but maybe he'll make an exception just for you

You arrived at the filming studio for betasquad, and you were there special guest this time. "ayy, y/n made it," niko said,welcoming you inside with a warm smile followed by the others, aj looked up from his phone and smiled his eyes glinting with excitement that had only seemed to be present when he was with you. "For real tho, thought you were gonna cancel on us" Aj said jokingly, but you could see the way his eyes lit up for a brief moment.

"You know I wouldn't miss a shoot with u guys," I said back playfully. "Our boy aj missed u a little too much tho y/n" sharky said teasingly, and Aj shot him a glare, and his body tenses slightly. "Guys, we should start filming. The camera crew is waiting for us in the other room," kenny said, trying to downplay the obvious tension, and we all started to get up and make our way to the room across the hall, sharky just smiled at me as if he knew something I didn't.

During the shoot, aj was stealing glances at you whenever he thought you weren't looking. The video itself was a try not to move challenge, and it was filled with complete chaos and laughter, and you were completely oblivious to everything but having fun with the rest of the group but there was alot more to that. You and Aj were just going back and forth with a lot of teasing and "shut ups" while the rest just shared knowing glances at each other from time to time.

Even with all the jokes and banter between you both, you couldn't help the weird feeling in ur stomach whenever you were close to him and you were more then just best friends,that's for sure. As time went by, you and the betasquad finished filming eventually, and it had been a long day. You were beyond tired, and so were the rest.

"Thanks for everything today, but I better get going. It's getting dark, " you said, ready to leave and head home. They all reluctantly say their goodbyes, and I head towards the door, and I stop as I hear Aj's voice as he stands up. "I could walk you home? It's dangerous to walk home by yourself this late" He said, trying to sound indifferent, but there was a hint of hope in his voice, hoping you'd say yes. "Sure," you said, getting the exact same feeling in your stomach as you did before. He smiled widely, and the rest teased him. "You lot better not do anything dodgy, you know"

Chunkz said jokingly,and Aj just glared at him and told him to shut up, but he couldn't stop smiling afterwards. You guys make your way out the door, and it was silent at first, not the awkward kind of silence but the type where you both felt at ease. "So..this is kinda nice, you know? Just the two of us" He said, breaking the silence and avoiding eye contact with you. "Yeah, it is." you say,smiling softly.

You both kept walking and eventually reached your house and stopped walking. "I'll see you next time?" You said smiling, hoping to be alone with him more often. "Yeah,for sure." He said, disappointed that he couldn't of been more open with you from the start.

He watches you walk inside your house, but he just couldn't resist doing one last thing."Wait!" he said,making you turn around. "Do u want a hug goodbye or something? If you want to, of course, " he said nervously and kind of hopeful at the same time. You hug him almost instantly, and in that brief moment, you both felt at peace.

"I thought you didn't like physical touch?" You said teasingly, not being able to resist the opportunity to mess with him. "Is this enough physical touch for u then?" He said, and before you could respond, he kissed you softly and his hands went to ur waist as you melted into the kiss, the world around you stopped for a minute and it was almost magical. It was true, he didn't like physical touch, but with you, that rule was completely forgotten.

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the hows of us | heartbreak series (ksm)

pairing: kim seungmin x reader

synopsis: “matalino akong tao pero pagdating sa'yo, ewan ko, natatanga ako." or “i’m smart but when it comes to you, i just—i don’t know—i get so stupid.”

genre: angst, lovers to exes

word count: 2.2k

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a/n: the first installment of heartbreak series! just had like 9 exams this week so it took a little longer for me to finish this but its finally here!! anw hope u guys enjoy and pls reblog/comment ur thoughts. also happy belated valentines!

you hear the front door of your and seungmin’s apartment slam shut, signalling his arrival. the sound of shoes being thrown and a string of curses being followed after causes you to frown. you already know what that meant, another stressful day at work and another night of drinking.

you contemplate whether or not you should get out of bed and comfort your boyfriend, but you already know how it’s going to go. a never ending cycle of screaming, crying, then apologising, promising never to do it again.

still, you get up, albeit hesitant, and softly pry your bedroom door open. once you see seungmin in sight, you cautiously head over to him.

“seungmin…” you softly whisper, watching as your boyfriend attempts to keep his body from swaying back and forth while making his way to you. it proves futile when he topples over, almost knocking over a vase. you manage to catch him just in time, however he was too heavy, so you set him down on your shared couch and headed towards the kitchen.

“i’ll get you water and some soup so you can sober up, is that alright with you?” you don’t expect an answer, and as expected, you only hear a groan and ruffling of the couch before silence engulfs the air again. you pour a glass of water and microwave the leftover soup you had for dinner.

as you wait for the microwave to ding, you think back to all the times you and seungmin had dinner together. those memories seem so far away now. you used to cook each other food and giggle away, not caring if you’d set the house on fire. just as long as you were in each other’s presence, everything was fine. now even just one look from the other would be the most contact you’d both have in days. it’s all meaningless fights and broken promises now.

before you could stray too far from your thoughts, a ding was heard. you quickly pull open the microwave, grabbing the bowl of soup along with the glass of water you had poured.

when you went back to the living room, you see seungmin had already fallen asleep, soft snores escaping his lips as his chest fell up and down. you set down the glass and bowl on the coffee table and slowly sat in front of the couch where you’re now face to face with your once loving boyfriend’s face.

this was the first time in months since you’ve seen such a peaceful look on his face. as you gently move the few stray hairs off his face, you can’t help but let a tear fall down your cheek. you miss him. you miss his warmth, his scent, his smile, his kisses, his everything. you so badly want to go back to those simpler times. you wished things were simpler.

your touch seemed to wake seungmin up, his eyes fluttering open, a tired expression etched across his features. not wanting him to see you crying, you quickly wipe your tears before turning your attention back to your boyfriend.

“hey, i made you some soup. you should eat this first before heading to bed.” you went to grab the food but seungmin stopped you, grabbing your wrist. his grip was firm yet still gentle, not wanting to hurt you, yet unknowingly doing it for the past few months, and your heart warmed despite it.

maybe he’s going to ask you to stay? tell you he misses you? you hope so.

seungmin clears his throat awkwardly. “it’s alright, i already ate with the boys. you can just leave that in the fridge for tomorrow.” to say that you were disappointed was an understatement. he didn’t even utter a thank you, nor would he say he missed you.

you sigh loudly, prompting seungmin to glance at you with a confused look on his face. “what’s wrong? did i say something wrong?”

you scoff inwardly. is he playing dumb or is he really this oblivious? you’re growing frustrated at seungmin’s lack of attention though you try not to let it show.

“it’s nothing.” you avert your eyes away and keep yourself distracted by cleaning up, hoping seungmin doesn’t pry. but you’ve been together for years, he knows when you’re lying, and he definitely knows you’re lying right now.

“come on yn, don’t play dumb. tell me what’s wrong.” it’s like a trigger was pulled from you, because the next thing you know you're stood up, slamming the bowl you were holding back on the table and shouting to seungmin.

“play dumb?” you laugh incredulously. “i’m playing dumb? look who’s talking!”

seungmin is now sitting up, shocked at your sudden outburst. “i just asked you what’s wrong, what did i do?”

running an exasperated hand through your hair, you glare down at seungmin, who has a dejected look on his face. he almost looked like a puppy. however, you were tired of all this bullshit, so you weren’t going to fall for it anymore.

“do you really want to know what’s wrong? fine i’ll tell you. we’re always fighting and i’m getting sick and tired of it! you’ll be coming home at ungodly hours in the night, drunk out of your mind. do you even know the last time we had dinner together? it was six months ago! and every time, i always have to clean up all the mess you make and i don’t even get a simple thank you. then we’ll end up fighting again like we’re doing right now.” you focus on seungmin’s expression, watching as it morphs from frustration to one of something you can't quite decipher. still, you continue. “and what did you do? you did nothing! you didn’t fucking do anything! it feels like i'm the only one doing something in this relationship.”

…silence. all you get is silence. it felt like an eternity. you could feel bile forming down your throat from anxiety.

“if you’re not going to say anything then just forget everything—”

“so you just want attention, right?”

you’re genuinely about to lose your mind. “…are you actually being serious right now? did all of the shit i just said even register in your head?”

“i know i haven’t been around much but work’s been tough lately. look, can we talk about this in the morning? i’m really—” seungmin abruptly stops talking when you suddenly bolt out of the living room and to your shared bedroom.

when seungmin reaches the room, he sees you packing your stuff in a hurry, clothes strewn everywhere with you shoving them down your suitcase. “yn what the fuck are you doing?”

“i’ll be sleeping at minjeong’s for the time being until you get your shit together.”

seungmin is in utter disbelief at the situation that he can’t help the string of words that comes out next. “see this is why i’d rather get drunk than come home early now. you’re always so fucking dramatic, making a big deal out of nothing and leaving when things don’t go your way. hell, why are we even together at this point?”

this halts you from your movements, hands hovering above your suitcase, and seungmin soon realises the sheer gravity of his words. “yn, wait—”

“is that what you want?” you’re voice was barely audible but seungmin still hears it.

“yn no of course not! i love you.”

“do you really?”

“please believe me.” he almost begs and you want to believe him, you really do. but your heart hurts so much. you don’t think you could go a day longer seeing his face, so you choose what you feel is right for you at the moment.

“i don’t think i can anymore.” seungmin’s whole face drops and tears start to well up in his eyes. “n–no don’t say that, you’re just mad at me that’s why you can’t, right? r–right?” his lips quiver, hands shaking as he debated whether or not to approach you. seeing him look so devastated, you want nothing more than to comfort him because although you don’t believe he loves you anymore, you still wholeheartedly love him in spite of it all. but you stand your ground, breaking eye contact, afraid that if you even so much as glance at his eyes you’d immediately fold.

“let’s do it. let’s break up.” you say, thinking you’d feel relieved, but instead you felt even more awful. were you really ready to let go of the years worth of memories with you and seungmin? you don’t know, all you know is that the pain is too unbearable for you to continue this.

seungmin catches you off guard as he suddenly drops to his knees in front of you. you can see his shoulders start to shake as he grabs both your hands in his. “yn please i’ll do anything! i promise i’ll stop drinking and come home early, just please don’t do this.”

“seungmin… i can’t do this anymore. aren’t you tired of this? tired of us?” seungmin shakes his head, but you know he’s lying. you know he’s tired as well, he just doesn’t want to admit it out loud.

“i’m sorry for all the shit i said. none of it was true, i swear! i promise i’ll do better, just give me another chance.”

“i’ve already given you so many chances and you blew them off.” you pry your hands off of his before grabbing your suitcase and heading towards the front door. seungmin follows suit and when you open the door, a splash of rain suddenly touches your face. it was pouring outside, yet you didn’t even notice it.

“yn you’re going to get sick, come back inside!” seungmin shouts over the rain, and you have half a mind to follow his advice, but the more petty side got the best of you. so you walked out of your apartment, immediately getting drenched but you don’t care. you just wanted to get out of here.

“stop being stubborn!” you hear him call your name one more time, voice getting louder before he grabs your wrist, turning you around so you’re now in front of him. his hair and clothes were incredibly wet, sticking to his skin, and despite this, he still looked incredibly handsome. your heart skips a bit, and you curse yourself for getting flustered.

“can’t you at least just go in the morning? i don’t want you to get sick.” seungmin tries to shield you from the rain by hovering his hands over your head, and your eyes start to well up from tears. it’s like a light switch was turned off. one minute he’s being an asshole and the next he goes back to the seungmin you once knew, and you hated it. you hated these mixed signals.

you harshly pull down his hands and seungmin stumbles back a bit, clearly surprised by your actions. “what are you doing? can’t you hear me?”

“i can hear you but i’m not listening to you! i don’t care if i get sick so just leave me alone!” you wipe away the water from your eyes. you’re not sure if it was from the rain or from your cries anymore, maybe both, you don’t know. all you know is that you're making reckless decisions right now and you can’t stop it.

“please just—stop acting stupid right now!” you frown, giving seungmin a glare before running a hand through your wet strands. “do you know why i’m acting stupid right now? well it’s because of you!”

“wha—me?” seungmin points a finger at himself, eyes wide like he can’t believe it himself. “i’m not the one telling you to go outside while there’s a fucking storm going on!”

“yeah but you’re the reason why i even went outside in the first place,” you take a deep breath, calming yourself down before you continue talking. “i’m smart but when it comes to you, i just—i don’t know—i get so stupid.”

seungmin purses his lips, eyebrows pulled downward as he continues to stare at you in all different kinds of emotions. “fine, it’s my fault, everything is my fault and i’m sorry. now can we please go back inside?”

“…how is this sorry different?” you barely whisper, the rain pouring harder as you remain standing there, shoulders dropped in defeat.

“what?” you look at him more firmly this time. “how is this sorry any different from all your other sorrys?”

“i–i don’t know! look can’t we go inside and talk there instead? i can—”

you don’t wait for him to finish as you carry your luggage, not looking back at the man you once loved. you hear him call after you one last time, but you don’t look back.

seungmin wants to go after you, beg you again and again to come back, but he knows you never will, not after tonight. he fucked up. all he can do now, unbeknownst to you, is kneel on the wet ground and sob, clutching his chest. his heart wrenching cries are being muffled from the sounds of the pouring rain, which were reflecting the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling right now. he cries until he has no more tears left to cry.

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helloo!! 🤭🤭 hope ur doing well,,, what's a random zb1 hard thought that u have,, it could be literally anything i just wanna hear abt them fr 💔

- lunicho

UR TOO NICE I CANT🙁🙁 i hope ur doing well toooo [cw; dry humping]

okok but fr im thinking ab private guitar lessons with classmate!taerae whos too nice to point out how obvious you keep staring at him, not wanting to embarrass you. but after months of lessons he felt you were already pretty skilled, and wanted to try something else. he’d set down his guitar after you’d already put yours aside, and call you over to sit next to him. taerae would slowly and carefully reach for your waist, and pull you onto his lap to straddle him.

“if you really did want me that bad you could’ve said something sooner..”

his hands never left your waist, slowly moving your hips back and forth on his bulge, spreading his legs even further when you began to move on your own. taerae would make the prettiest sounds and they would only grow louder when he’d hear you moan into his ear or feel you grip his hair. he’d be so touchy when you’d grind harder on him, making him cum in his sweats

[gnoccigon]

Leo Valdez Friends to Lovers headcanons asf 😍😍 pt. 1

i luv the idea of leo having a friends to lovers trope. like it’s so cutie and makes me feel safe ig idk bruh

okie anyway

yes this mans is constantly flirting w people and wants to be a PLAYAH, but his intentions were never rly serious (until he met u 😏)

cuz ya know, abandonment issues :(

from the first time he saw you, he thought you were incredibly pretty

Leo brain: new girl at camp… new girl cute… hope not Hephaestus kid… she smiled at me… *passes away*

but from then you’d hang out with piper a lot and leo would be loitering in your guys’s general vicinity, until eventually you were introduced by her

cuz of that you became friends quick, which he cherished and didn’t want to ruin by pursuing you

but i meannn, let the shameless flirting begin. yall would throw pick up lines back and forth like there is no tmrw

the more outrageous, the better.

but it was also a genuine friendship you guys created; as well as being very honest with each other

a genuine friendship full of THICK sexual tension and longing… but real nonetheless :D

imagine: one time you, leo and ur friends went swimming and were hanging out on the dock

people were running around and splashing in the water

you were sitting on the edge of the dock with leo. he was messing with a fishing pole, trying to make it automatic w whatever scraps he found lying around (lil genius mechanic) and you were j observing him

and gods, did he look good.

he was shirtless, and after spending all day in the sun he had a light bronze glow to his typical tan.

a few more freckles dusted his face and shoulders

and his curly hair, dried from sun and the sea salt, gave it this messy beach vibe. he was focused on his project, blessing his face with the cute concentration expression he makes whenever he is working.

there was no denying that you found him attractive, but in that moment; the mix of spending such a fun day with him, thinking about how much you like him as a person, and just looking at him shirtless–

it was like he was magnetic

“you look really good right now” you say out of the blue

despite him being focused on his fishing rod, he turned to look at you in surprise.

“what?” he said, not really comprehending your words.

“I saaaid you look really good right now.”

and for a few seconds, he just stared at you with his mouth agape.

“i- um… thank you?” he said, keeping his same shocked expression

you kind of broke him in that moment, he couldn’t process that you thought he looked good. he thinks you’re out of his league by miles (no bby ur gorgeous) and couldn’t 100% tell if you were making fun of him or not… buttt

“i’m just being honest you dingus” you said to him, laughing lightly

“your hair is extra curly right now, it’s cute.”

twirling a stray curl around your finger, giving him an adoring look

“welp, i’m gonna go grab a drink, brb” you say getting up and walking inside

Leo was left sitting on the dock, stunned and red from something else besides a sunburn.

piper: hey! earth to leoo, did you get sun poisoning or some shit? you’re all red

leo: …

piper: percy can u help me with this?

percy: i gotch u

*tsunami wave* -drenched asf leo

moving on…

you and leo would randomly say what’s on your mind

more time spent together, more small habits abt each other you would discover and treasure

at that point, leo couldn’t deny it anymore, he might have developed a lil crush on u (cough the bigggggest crush on u cough).

He didn't know how to go about it though, so of course he confided in piper.

“i mean at first i thought I just admired her as a friend yaknow? like a super sexy hot friend who i wanted to be with all the time, but keeping our relationship as just friends.

BUT NOW IDK WHAT TO DO I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE SHES LITERALLY TOO PERFECT AND I WANNA BE MORE THAN FRIENDS. IM FREAKINGNOUT EVERYTIME I SEE HER SHES SO FREAKING CUTE AHHHHH” -leo

Piper listening, definitely finds this whole situation funny. you guys are so painfully obvious, but also so fucking oblivious at the same time.

but in response to leo’s rant: “leo, i know”

“omg how did you know!?” 😦😦 he says genuinely baffled.

but as they talk, he makes piper promise to keep it a secret, even though she tells him that you’re interested too and pretty much everyone can tell.

alas, leo does not want to ruin anything, and decides to suffer in silence and keep talking about you to piper.

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Labour I

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Prologue

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Charles Xavier x OC

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Both Atara and her brother were in an office with a well-groomed man. He had glasses on the tip of his nose. Light music was playing in his office trying to give a welcoming feel but only succeeding in making the office more suffocating. He was sat at his desk looking at both of them on the other side of the desk.

"Understand this, Erik, These Nazis, I'm not like them." He grabbed a chocolate bar from his desk, opening the wrapper and broke off a piece with a crunch. "Genes are the key, yes? But their goals? Blue eyes? Blond hair? Pathetic. Mmm! Eat the chocolate. It's good. Want some?"

"I want to see my mama." The man pulled the chocolate back to his side of the desk.

"Genes are the key that unlocks the door to a new age, Erik. A new future for mankind. Evolution. You know what I'm talking about? It's a simple thing I ask of you. A little coin is nothing compared to a big gate." He motioned to the coin in the desk "Is it?"

Erik sighed and tried to move the coin, groaning and reaching his arms out. He stopped and sighed again.

"I tried, herr doctor. I can't, I don't, it's impossible." The man sat back and exhaled irritably, moving his hand to his face and looked like he was in thought.

"The one thing I can say for the Nazis is their methods seem to produce results." He tutted and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Erik." He rang the bell on his desk thrice and placed it back down.

The doors opened and two soldiers brought in their mother.

"Mama!" Erik called out and both of the siblings rushed over. She held them asking how they were.

The man motioned for the guards to separate the kids and their mother. Struggling to keep a hold the soldiers successfully pulled them apart. Turning back the man started talking again.

"Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to count to three, and you're going to move the coin. You don't move the coin, I pull the trigger." He stopped pointing the gun at them and turned it to their mother. "Understand?"

Erik held out his hands to move the coin.

"One." Erik turned, "Mama." He called in a worried voice."

"You can do it." She encouraged.

"Two."

"Everything is alright." She kept going.

"Three." The gun fired. Atara ran to her mother while Erik stood there. He turned slowly back and then forward again.

The metal bell crushed and the man praised him. Erik yelled. The metal filing cabinet crushed as the man looked back and forth praising Erik more. Erik turned to the soldiers and held his arms out he crushed their heads with their helmets.

The lifeless bodies fell right next to Atara who stared in horror. Looking over she saw Erik moving the metal in the room next door.

"Erik!" She yelled hoping to get him back. He stopped, hearing her voice calmed him again. The he started to sob. The man walked next to him.

"Outstanding, Erik. So we unlock your gift with anger. Anger and pain. You and me, we're going to have a lot of fun together." He slid something into the boys hand and patted Erik's back walking back to his desk and sat down on his chair.

"Who are you." Erik questioned, his teeth were clenched and anger and sorrow seeped through every pore on his body.

"Klaus Schmidt. A name you will get to know these years we are together." Schmidt sat back in his chair fingers interlocked.

"Are you the only one who can do things?" He questioned Erik glancing at his sister. Erik turned to Atara to see he holding their mother head on her lap, tears streaming down her face soaking the blouse their mother was wearing.

"Atara." Schmidt called, she didn't move a muscle tears kept flowing from her eyes.

"Atara." This time Schmidt was more stern. Erik got anxious, worried about what Schmidt would do if you didn't answer.

Erik walked over and tapped ur shoulder. Atara turned your head and looked at him. Erik nodded over towards Schmidt's direction and she looked over.

Schmidt was beckoning her towards him with his hands. Laying her mother's soulless body back down she stood and walked over.

"Can you do anything?" He asked her, curious if the other child got the same gene.

She shook her head as she has not done anything out of the ordinary her whole life.

Schmidt sighed not really believing her. His tongue moved between his gums and lips in thought. Holding up the gun again he aimed it at Erik.

Atara was horrified she couldn't loose her brother too.

"No no, please stop, I'm not special like Erik. Please stop, please." She begged him tears filling her eyes once more.

"One." He started to count off just like before.

"No please!" Tears fell out of her eyes.

"Two." She couldn't pronounce full sentences anymore all of her thoughts her filled with fear.

"Three." The shot fired. Missing the target the bullet made a home in Atara's chest, her body moved in front on instinct, she needed to protect him at all costs.

Erik caught her as she fell. He cried over her body, cradling her while blood seeped into the cloth of her shirt.

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hi can you please do an enid x reader story where everyone thinks that they are dating because they are always flirting and are very touchy with each other and in the end they end up together? thank you so much and i love all ur fics 🫶🏽🫶🏽

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you wrapped your arms around Enid from behind, placing your head on her shoulder. “hey, pretty girl.” you mumbled. you watched a smile grow on her face.

“hey, gorgeous.” she responded, placing her hands over yours, keeping you against her. you smiled back at her. “got any ideas for today?”

Enid’s eyes looked up at nothing in particular as she thought. your bodies slowly swayed back and forth. “movies?” she asked. “movies.” you repeated with a nod. “lets do it.”

you removed yourself from her, moving to her side to place your hand around her instead. “my place or yours?” you asked quietly. “yours. you have the good movies.” Enid said, making you chuckle.

you both started to make your way to your house that was only a few houses down from hers. when you opened the door and walked in, Rick and Michonne were sitting in the living room with Carl and Judith. they also had a movie on.

“hey, kids.” Rick said aloud. Enid waved at the four of them. his eyes dropped down to your hand on her waist. “when were you gonna tell us?” he questioned.

your eyebrows furrowed, “tell you… what exactly?” you asked, genuinely confused on what he was talking about. his hand gestures between the two of you, “you’re clearly like… dating, right?”

you and Enid whipped your heads towards each other, but didn’t pull away. “we’re not dating, Rick.” you laughed nervously, your fingers gripping the shirt she was wearing. “just friends.” Enid said.

you nodded, despite the small ache you felt in your heart. “just friends.” you repeated.

the three of them stared at you, not sure if they should believe you or not. “okay.” Rick choked out. “we’re uh, gonna go upstairs and watch some movies as well. we’ll be down for dinner.”

as you started to walk upstairs, Rick spoke up again. “do you wanna watch them with us? we already have one on!” you peeked over the wall and shook your head, “no. i have better movies than you.”

Enid giggled as you skipped back up the stairs, ignoring Rick’s playful yells at you. you opened your bedroom door and let her walk in first. you started to set up the DVD player and Enid began digging through your box of movies.

“what are the options?” you asked her, plugging the player into the wall and turning your TV on. “The Parent Trap, Mean Girls, Clueless, ummmm-“

“The Parent Trap.” you said immediately, cutting her off. “that’s like, the best fucking movie ever.”

Enid threw the DVD case over to you like a frisbee and you caught it with ease, opening it and placing the disk inside the player. she jumped on your bed as you pulled out a box from under your bed.

you put it on your bed and the two of you started to open it, revealing snacks that you’ve snuck in for only you and her. she took a bag of chips for herself while you grabbed a bag of sour candy.

Enid took your remote and turned the TV on, pressing play on the screen. when the movie started, you two instinctively cuddled up to each other. she placed her head between your collarbone and neck, and your legs started to tangle together.

a few hours had passed, after The Parent Trap ended, you two started Mean Girls. you managed to get halfway through the movie before you looked at your clock, and realized it was already time for dinner.

“oh shit, let’s head downstairs before Rick kills me.” you mumbled as Enid laughed. you both made your way downstairs and into the dining room, where there were already two plates next to each other set for you guys at the table.

when you guys sat down, Enid moved her chair closer to yours and you did the same. Rick and Michonne shared a glance.

“what movies did you guys watch?” Rick asked you guys. “The Parent Trap and Mean Girls.” you responded, scooping up a spoonful of food. “we’re only halfway through Mean Girls though.” Enid added.

“oh she was right, her movies are better,” Michonne told Rick, making the two of you laugh out loud. “i told you.” you said.

you placed your hand on Enid’s thigh, softly tapping your fingers against it.

“man, you guys are such awful liars.” Carl laughed. you and Enid looked up at him. “what?” you asked.

“nothing you guys are doing screams “just friends”!” he exclaimed. “you holding her against you earlier, and now you’re completely holding her thigh. just say you’re dating!”

“but we’re not!” you argued, another nervous laugh coming out. “we aren’t dating, guys. and i’m being completely serious. we aren’t dating. we’re… just friends, okay? friends can be affectionate.”

when you made eye contact with Michonne, you immediately knew that she knew. she had a look of guilt. you broke your eyes away from her, looking down at your food.

“just leave them be guys, they made it clear they’re friends and it’s gonna stay like that.” Michonne said to Carl and Rick. another ache hit your chest.

once the two of you were done with your plates, you took hers and put it in the sink for her. “thanks,” she said when she stood up. “of course.” you smiled softly.

“dinner was really great. thank you guys.” you said to Rick and Michonne. “yeah, it was really good. thank you guys for letting me stay here today.” Enid told them.

“no problem, girls. and you’re always welcome, Enid. you know that, you don’t always have to thank us.” she smiled at them as you two started to go towards the stairs again. “is Enid staying the night?” Rick asked, voice a bit louder now that you were farther away from him.

“yep!” you shouted, taking her hand and leading her upstairs. you both jumped back onto your bed, pressing play on the movie. your previous position resumed.

after a while of silence, Enid sat up. “can i ask you something, Y/N?” you sat up as well, “always. what’s up?”

she looked down at the bed, trying her best to figure out how to say what she wanted to say.

“do you think Michonne was right?” she asked quietly. “right about what?” you questioned. Enid sighed, fumbling with her fingers. “Enid, if she did something that bothered you then-“

“do you really want to stay just friends?” she asked, cutting you off. it took you aback, and you tried to think of what to say back. “because if you really do all of this and think nothing of it then i can’t-“

“i don’t.” you said. “i want so much more than just friends, Enid. so much more.”

Enid didn’t waste another second in climbing in your lap and grabbing your face, pulling you into a hard kiss. you gripped her waist, kissing her back just as hard. you fell back against your bed and she hovered over you.

“i’m sorry for saying those things downstairs,” you breathed out in between kisses. “forget about it.” she whispered, shutting you up immediately.

the movie was no longer on either of your minds as she continued to kiss you. nothing else mattered in that moment. Enid pulled away to breathe, leaning her head on yours.

you reached your hands up, softly holding each side of her face. “i love you, Enid. i have… for so fucking long.” your eyes fluttered shut as she connected your lips once more.

when she pulled away again, she smiled against your lips. “i love you too,” Enid whispered, continuing your previous activity.