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Take the Edge Off | Part 8 | Pillow Talk

You finally get a quiet moment of quality time with Miguel.

A/N: wooooooow It’s been a hot minute. I feel like I’m coming back to my neopets after abandoning them for years. Tbh I just needed to take a break, I’ve been working and going to school, so it’s been a lot. Anyways, I’ve come back to feed you before disappearing again for an unknown amount of time. Also, this is pretty self indulgent ngl, so this is for the praise kink girlies. Enjoy <3

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, the usual

Word count: 6.8k

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You woke up slowly the next morning. The soft light that flooded into the room caused you to stir lazily from your dreamless sleep. You stretched with a deep yawn, feeling a dull a soreness in your arms and shoulders that reminded you of all the things you had done with Miguel the night before.

You shifted under the covers and blinked your bleary eyes open. As your vision adjusted, you registered the figure of Miguel asleep next to you. He was positioned on his stomach with his face half-way buried in his pillow, and his back moved up and down slowly with his deep, even breaths. He had his arms tucked under his pillow, and there were some loose strands of hair that had fallen over his face. It took every ounce of your strength to not brush it aside for fear that you would wake him and break this quiet moment together.

You watched him for a second with a soft smile. Laying on your side, you admired his resting face. This was the first time you had ever woken up with him still there next to you. Every other time he had either left immediately or after you had fallen asleep. It was a nice change, and as you lay there quietly, you couldn't help but wish you woke up like this every day.

"I can feel you staring," Miguel grumbled quietly, startling you out of your reverie. You smiled sheepishly as he blinked his eyes open to look at you. They were still bleary with sleepiness, and his soft gaze warmed your chest.

"I didn't realize you were up," you stated, your own voice hoarse from sleep. He let out a little huff before closing his eyes again, not saying anything in return. "How long have you been awake?" You asked quietly. He sighed, not opening his eyes. "I woke up with your tossing and turning about 20 minutes ago," he replied finally.

You hummed and offered softly, "Sorry." You had gained a reputation in your life as a restless sleeper, and apparently, it didn’t matter how much he had worn you out the night before. "It's fine," Miguel grunted as he shifted and rolled onto his back. "I should've been up earlier than that."

You smiled. You were glad he had chosen to stay here, to let you see him like this. Knowing he was a busy man, it meant a lot to you. "Full schedule today?" you asked.

Miguel sighed, running a hand down his face. "The briefing for our mission is at noon," he said. "After that, I've got a stack of reports I need to review." That sounded boring to you, but you couldn't help but grin at his words: our mission. You had almost forgotten that he added you to the team, and the notion of working with Miguel again excited you.

"Who else is on the team?" You asked casually, fighting a lazy yawn as you stretched out next to him.

"I don't think you know all of them," he stated. You hummed and replied, "Well, who would I know?" He paused a second to consider. "Me, a handful of Peters," he began. "Malala, Jess, and she's been asking to bring Gwen, too."

You rolled over onto your side, resting your head on your hand with a smirk. "Me," you added smugly. Miguel rolled his eyes. "You," he conceded. "And I think that's it."

You gave a short, thoughtful hum. There was one name you noticed was missing from the list, someone you thought deserved to be on the team as well. You knew trying to change the roster would upset Miguel, but you couldn't ignore the gut feeling you had telling you that there was one more person who should be added to the mission.

Miguel seemed to notice that you were thinking about something. "What?" He questioned, an eyebrow raised suspiciously. You looked up at him and smiled reluctantly. "You're not gonna like it," you told him. His dark eyes narrowed. "What?" He repeated, sounding even more suspicious than before.

"Promise you won't be mad?" You asked. "No," he responded evenly. "You probably piss me off more than anyone here."

You chuckled at that. "That's probably true," you admitted, moving closer to him as you did. He had a few faint scars that were littered across his shoulders and chest, and you began absently tracing your fingers over them.

After a quiet second, he prompted gently, "What is it?"

You didn't reply for a moment as your fingers danced over the faint lines on his skin. Finally, you looked back up at his face and found he was gazing down at you expectantly. With a sigh, you finally said, "You need to add Ben to the team."

Miguel's face hardened immediately. "No," he replied sharply. You sighed again. "I already know what you're gonna say," you stated. Miguel huffed an irritated breath. "He's the reason we're in this mess. He's the reason this anomaly has been able to cause all that damage."

"That wasn't his fault," you defended gently. "It could have happened to anyone, and I know how badly he wants to make it right." Miguel scoffed, and he sat up from the bed. "Nothing he can do will bring back Earth-2319," he stated sharply. "All those lives are gone forever."

He turned his body to step out of bed, and you sat up with him, allowing the covers to slip off your bare torso. You had known he would to be upset by your suggestion, but you didn't want this to turn into an argument.

Reaching a hand out, you gently grabbed his shoulder to keep him from leaving. "And don't you think he knows that?" You pointed out softly. "Can't you imagine how terrible he feels?"

Miguel felt tense under your palm, and he didn't reply. You were afraid that he was going to shrug you off, and you wouldn't have blamed him. You could still remember his haunted gaze when he came to you after the loss of Earth-2319. This mission was personal for him, and you knew Miguel wasn't going to do anything he thought would jeopardize it.

After a silent second, he sighed heavily, and his stiff shoulders sagged under your hand. "I don't have to imagine," he muttered quietly.

A taut silence followed his words. The air around you suddenly felt fragile, and you were afraid of breathing for fear of breaking it. You didn't know what he was referring to, and you wanted desperately to ask, but it seemed almost disrespectful to do so. So instead, you waited.

Miguel seemed to sense your curiosity and breathed out another sigh. "When I first traveled across the multiverse," he began slowly, "I found something I wanted—badly. I thought it was harmless, so...I decided to take it for myself."

You closed your eyes regretfully, understanding that what he was implying broke the canon of that universe. You shifted your body closer to the edge of the bed so you could see his face. His eyes were downcast with the memory replaying in his head, a faraway look on his face.

"I didn't know what would happen until it was too late," he finished softly.

You let his words hang in the air for a moment before taking the hand that was still resting on his shoulder, raising it up to cup his cheek, and turning his face toward yours. His eyes were still fixed downward, but he allowed himself to be guided by your hand.

"You didn't know any better," you said finally. "You can't blame yourself for what you didn't know." He let out a small huff and turned his face away from you again, pulling away from your hand. "It was reckless and stupid," he muttered. "I was stupid."

"You weren't stu—"

"I destroyed a universe," he snapped, his eyes finally flashing up to your face. Grief and anger were etched in his face, and in his eyes, you saw the same pain the night after Earth-2319 was lost. You realized now how much worse it must have been for him that day, and your chest ached for him.

"I understand," you whispered softly. "And I’m sorry, I didn't know." He scoffed. "It's not exactly something I brag about," he stated darkly. "And it's not something I ever plan on repeating. I can't afford to be wrong. Being wrong costs lives."

You didn't say anything for a moment, and Miguel’s shoulders slumped in defeat. There was that quiet openness again, the subtle vulnerability that seemed to be showing more and more. He obviously meant what he said, and you understood that his words came from painful experience.

Your hand raised up to rest on his bare chest, and your thumb brushed his skin gently. "You can't put it all on yourself," you whispered to him. "Nobody is that strong." Miguel didn't reply for a second before whispering back, "I have to be."

You sighed quietly and shook your head. "No, you don't," you insisted. "That's why you have all of us. Jess, Peter, me, everyone—we're all here for you."

Miguel had been staring at the ground as you spoke, but his eyes moved up to meet yours at your last sentence. His gaze was piercing, almost overwhelming. It made you almost nervous to say what you were going to say, but you held his stare as you emphasized your next words: "I'm here for you."

Your statement hovered in the air, leaving the silence that followed to rest heavy around you. Your chest tightened anxiously as Miguel stared at you wordlessly. His eyes were impossible to read. Had you gone too far? You knew he didn't want a relationship. Were your words too close to a confession?

Finally, your worries were allayed when Miguel leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss. It was different than the passionate way he usually made out with you when you were fucking. This was slow, like he was taking his time just to appreciate how your lips felt against his. It almost felt like a token of gratitude.

"You make it easier," he whispered when he finally broke away from your mouth. Your chest swelled as you smiled softly at him. “Good,” you replied quietly. “That’s what I’m here for.” A small smile cracked the grave expression he wore, and you kissed him again.

When you pulled back again, he studied your face for a second. “You still want me to add Ben, don’t you?” He guessed.

You sighed softly and nodded. “Wouldn't you do anything to make it right?” You asked him quietly. His eyes were still fixed on your lips, but you could tell he was thinking about your words. Without replying, he simply nodded his head.

“So would Ben,” you continued. “Please let him come.”

He still didn’t say anything for a moment. He sat quietly for a few heartbeats before letting out a deep sigh. “I'll think about it,” he said finally. You smiled at him, knowing that even him contemplating your plea was victory enough. “Thank you,” you told him, closing the space between you with a kiss. He hummed against your lip before murmuring, “You know, I thought I said I don't want you to talk about Ben around me.”

You smiled mischievously. “Well, we're breaking my rule about not discussing work in bed,” you pointed out. A faint smirk appeared on his lips. “Well, maybe I don't care about your rules,” he stated with a hint of humor in his voice.

“Then why should I care about yours?” You shot back. Miguel shifted from off the edge of the bed to lean forward over you, forcing you to lay down slowly under him. “Because there are consequences to breaking my rules, remember?” He said in a low voice, his eyes darkening with desire.

Your heart began to race as he trapped your body under his. “No,” you replied coyly, “I think I forgot.” Raising a hand to his head, you pulled his face down just above yours. “You'll have to remind me,” you whispered to him before pulling him down into a hard kiss.

You brought your hand around his head to run your fingers through his hair as he deepened the kiss. After a second, he moved his lips down to your neck while one of his hands traveled up your stomach to palm your breast, earning a quiet moan from you. Even after all the things he had done to you last night, you were ready for more.

You pushed yourself up off the mattress, forcing Miguel to roll back over onto his back as you straddled his waist. The seriousness from his face had disappeared when you settled on top of him. A smug grin pulled at his lips as the covers slipped off of your body, and his eyes drank in the sight of your bare body before him.

"Not too tired after last night?" He asked in an amused tone. You leaned forward and planted your hands on either side of his head as you brought your face close to his. "Baby, I could go all day," you purred before pressing your lips to his and slipping your tongue between them.

Miguel's hands gripped at your thighs, and his breathing deepened as he shifted under you. You brought one hand up to run your fingers through his hair, and when you broke away from his mouth, you moved your lips down to kiss under his jaw. He tilted his head back with a soft sigh to allow you better access to the soft skin of his neck.

Before you could go any further, Miguel's watch began beeping, disturbing the growing anticipation you both felt. You groaned, and he sighed regretfully as he raised his arm up to read the message he had received. You lifted your head up slightly to look at his face. He was clearly irritated by the interruption, and his eyes flicked back and forth as he quickly read the message.

"It's Jess," he explained. "She's asking about the meeting later." You rolled your eyes. There was always somebody or something that demanded his attention, and you were sick of it. You didn't want to let him go this time.

"You know," you began slowly, "there's this cool feature on these gizmos." You grabbed his arm and raised it up so you could see the screen. Miguel watched in amusement as you pressed the screen until you found what you were looking for.

"There," you said proudly, pressing the 'silent' button in his watch's configuration. "Much better." His eyes moved from your face to the watch and then back to your face with a raised eyebrow. "Is that why you never respond to my messages?" He asked suspiciously. You gave him a sly smile. "I just like it better when you tell me in person," you defended innocently.

"Mhmm," he hummed in response, a subtle smirk pulling on his lips as you kissed them again. You were eager to pick up the momentum you had lost to Jess's message, and you quickly returned your mouth to his neck again.

"We can't," he murmured, the bass of his voice vibrating against your lips. "I need to get up."

You hummed softly before whispering against his skin, "No."

You heard him breathe out a chuckle, and his hands came up to pull your arms gently off his body. "I know," he replied, sitting up as he did. "But people are going to notice I'm missing."

A spike of determination shot up in you, the frustration at his constant leaving finally showing. With both hands, you shoved him back down against the mattress by his chest, using most of your weight to keep him down. "Let them notice," you told him. "You're not going anywhere."

Under your hands, Miguel's breathing deepened, and his eyes flashed with lust at your assertion. His desire for you was clearly painted on his face, but with a clenched jaw, he sighed regretfully. "I can't stay," he insisted. "There's too much to do."

Despite his words, his fingers were gripping at your thighs, and he shifted under you restlessly. His resolve was hanging by a thread, and you knew exactly how to snap it.

Your mouth curled in a wicked grin as you lowered your face to hover over his own. "You're gonna stay right here with me until I'm through with you," you whispered to him. "You know why?"

Miguel was obviously fighting to keep his breathing steady, and his eyes were fixed on your lips when he managed to ask, "Why?" You lowered your face just above his, your eyes locking and noses brushing against each other. Then, softly, smugly, you said, "Because this pussy is yours, and I know how much you love it."

Miguel's jaw clenched at your words, and when you pressed your lips to his again, he was no longer holding back. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth aggressively as his fingers dug into your hips. From beneath you, his body shifted as he propped himself more upright and pushed your hips down to where his hardened cock was waiting.

You smiled deviously as he kissed you. The feeling of power rushed to your head at being able to distract him from his work with only a few words. Your heart was pounding in anticipation, and with the soft breathy moans you were both making, the ache between your legs was growing almost painful.

You allowed yourself to be guided back by his hard, gripping hands. A thrill ran up through your body when you felt his cock brush against your hot entrance. You could see the unfocused look in Miguel's eyes, like the only thing he could think about was being inside you.

To be mischievous, you teased your pussy around his length. Miguel groaned ever so softly, and his eyes burned with lust. "I don't have time for your fucking teasing," he growled. You smirked, always enjoying getting him riled up. He was even better when he was frustrated.

"You're so impatient," you observed with an amused voice. "I'm gonna have to teach you how to wait nicely one day." Miguel wasn't so amused. "I don't have time for this," he replied, shifting under you to try and align himself to you. You laughed. "That's the point," you said. "You need to learn how to—"

You cut yourself off with a sharp gasp. Miguel clearly had enough of your lecture and finally slammed himself into you, causing you to fall forward so that your head rested against his. The sudden feeling of him stretching you out so unexpectedly had made your mind freeze, and for a second, you couldn't speak.

"You were saying?" Miguel muttered smugly when you opened your eyes again. You couldn't even remember what you were saying. The only thing on your mind now was how badly you needed to fuck him.

With Miguel's hands still on your hips, you began moving eagerly along the length of his cock. You rocked your hips against his, grinding your pussy hard against him. Quiet whines began to rise up from your throat as you raised yourself up and down, slowly at first, but you soon increased your pace as he began grunting from the feeling of you riding him.

Miguel was gripping your waist tightly and gasping quietly as he helped you move up and down his length. You fell forward, planting your hands on his chest as you moved your hips against his. His eyes met yours with an electrifying gaze that only encouraged your movements.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on your face with a lustful sort of reverence as his hands slowly slid up the sides of your torso. "You're so fucking pretty."

Damn him and his words that sent your heart fluttering. Even there, in the midst of riding him, you felt your face grow warm from his praise. Of course, you had heard him say things like that before, but for some reason, it hit you in a different way that turned you into a blushing mess on top of him.

Miguel apparently noticed the effect his praise had over you because his lips twisted in a half-smirk, and he sat up off the bed to bring his face up to yours. "My pretty girl," he murmured, his voice deep as he spoke the words against your lips.

You seemed to forget how to breathe. Your heart was pounding furiously in your chest as you locked eyes with him. His dark, piercing gaze that once seemed like an impenetrable wall was now soft and warm. The way he was staring at you made you feel like he could see into your soul, like he knew what you felt for him, what you wanted from him. And in his eyes, you could almost swear that you could see it, too.

His strong arms wrapped themselves slowly around your torso to hold you against him, and his lips pressed against yours gently. You didn't even realize that he was rolling you over until you were on your back beneath him, and he began driving his hips into yours.

You let out a soft moan and broke away from his lips. Miguel's head fell to your shoulder as he moved steadily inside you, his cock pumping in and out of your soaking cunt. His hot breath fanned against your collarbones, and you could hear how he grunted softly with each thrust.

"God, I can't get enough of you," he panted, his voice hoarse and quiet. "Fucking you is—it's like Rapture."

You nearly came apart right there. His words and his cock had you completely at his mercy. One of your hands gripped at his muscular back while the other slid up the back of his neck to run through his dark hair. It took most of your effort to even form a coherent thought, and speaking felt next to impossible.

"Only you—," you started, cutting yourself off with a moan. "Only you can m-make me feel like this. You fuck me so good."

Miguel groaned quietly at your words. Lifting his face up from your shoulder, he rested his forehead against yours. "You know why?" He asked quietly. You opened your eyes to meet his, not even bothering to respond. "Because you're my pretty girl," he asserted. "And this pussy is mine." As he spoke, Miguel's hand slipped down between your bodies until he found your clit with his thumb.

You cried out in ecstasy as he circled his thumb around while still driving his cock deep inside you. Your hand moved from his back to grip the headboard above you as he fucked you relentlessly. The sounds of his hips slapping against yours were in-time with each whining moan you made. You barely had time to register that you were cumming until it took over your whole body.

You were practically screaming his name as your body shook uncontrollably. You pulled him close to you while his hips continued thrusting into you ceaselessly. Bliss completely overtook your every faculty, and the only thing your mind could process was Miguel.

His eyes never left your face as he watched you completely unravel under him. He gave a long, deep moan at the feeling of you clenching around him. His lips brushed against yours as he slowed down his pace for you, aware of how your body was beginning to grow overstimulated, and he murmured your name under his breath softly.

As you finished riding out your high, your body was still alight with pleasure, and your heart was still beating wildly in your chest, but you finally managed to breathe properly again. Blinking your eyes open, Miguel's dark gaze was hypnotizing. He was clearly proud of how he had caused you to come so undone, and he whispered, "You're so pretty when you cum."

All you could do to respond was moan softly. He never failed to get you off, and he never failed to praise you when you did.

With one hand still entangled in his hair, you pulled his face down to yours in a sloppy kiss. As Miguel's tongue danced against yours, he pulled himself out of you. You were still breathing hard when he sat up off your body. Taking advantage of the fact that you were still recovering from your high, he turned you over so that you were on your stomach and lifted your ass up to him.

Even if you had wanted to resist him, your mind was still hazy from all the pleasure buzzing through your body. Following his prompts, you obediently propped yourself up on your knees, your back arched as you held onto the sheets.

"What a good girl you are," he murmured, running his hand down your back. You hummed softly at his touch and turned your head to look at him from the corner of your eye. "Only for you," you whispered. You heard him give a heavy sigh, and you felt the head of his cock teasing the entrance of your soaking cunt.

"That's right," he purred. "You're my good girl."

That was the last thing he said before slamming his cock back into you. You gasped sharply, startled by his sudden movements as he picked up an eager pace. Still sensitive from your orgasm, you whimpered softly against the sheets.

"It's too much," you whined, gripping the comforter to try and pull yourself forward to escape the sensations overpowering you. "You can take it, babygirl," he assured you gently, his cock moving faster and harder inside you. "I know you can."

You couldn't say anything in response. You were high on his words and drunk off his cock. Your eyes were clenched shut as he pounded into you. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass filled the air, and with each thrust into you, he hit against your G-spot over and over again. Your body felt weak, and you were completely at his mercy.

"Miguel," you moaned, unable to say anything else. He cursed softly under his breath, and his hands gripped your hips tightly to keep you steady. "You're doing so good, cariño," he told you, his fingers digging into your skin. "Just a little more."

His gentle tone contrasted sharply against the almost savage way he was fucking you. Your breathing came in shallow gasps, and your legs started to give out from under you. Miguel dropped one of his hands to support himself on the mattress. His large body seemed to envelope yours, and you could feel the heat from his skin warming your back. His panting breath tickled your ear as he continued ramming into you relentlessly.

You turned your face toward his, your noses brushing against each other. His lips were grazing the corner of your mouth in feather-light touches. Your eyes, blurred and unfocused, met his, and in that moment, a three-word phrase entered your mind that you had sworn to yourself you would never say to him.

"Miguel, I-I—"

You couldn't finish your sentence before your body was racked by another orgasm. You hadn't expected it, and it hit you hard and fast. A strangled cry emerged from your throat as your body trembled under his.

Miguel became desperate when he saw you were cumming again. With each thrust, he grunted loudly, overpowering the sound of your quiet gasping. Your whole body was shaking, and just when it was getting to be too much for you to handle, Miguel grew still with a ragged moan as he came inside you.

For a moment, there was just the sounds of your rapid breathing as you were both lost in the intoxicating feeling of finishing together. His head rested against yours, his skin hot to the touch. The sounds of his panting still tickled your ear while his hand slowly roamed from your waist up your back. Finally, with a gentle kiss to your shoulder, he pulled out of you.

Your hands released the vise grip they had on the sheets as you slumped down against the bed. Your mind was still flooded with the pleasure you felt, and you didn't have the capacity to do anything besides lay there and try to recover your breath.

Turning onto your back, you looked up at Miguel. His hair had fallen into his face in a messy way that made him even more handsome. Raising your free hand up to his face, you brushed his hair back so that you could see him clearly. His eyes seemed unfocused as his mind was clouded with pleasure. After a quiet second of staring at each other, he lowered his face to place a lazy kiss on your mouth.

God, how you wanted this to last. You wanted him to fuck you senseless every day. You wanted him to kiss you every hour, to think of you every minute, to be with you every second. Being together like this, open and vulnerable and comfortable with each other, it was the first time you felt a sense of connection with another person since you became Spider-Woman.

When he broke away from your lips, he slumped down beside you with a deep sigh. You glanced over at his face, a faint glimmer of sweat shining on his forehead, and admired for the millionth time just how good he looked.

As your breathing was finally evening out, you closed your eyes and felt like you could fall right back to sleep next to him again.

"Don't even think about it," Miguel mumbled, breaking the silence between you. "Hmm?" You questioned, opening your eyes to look at him.

"You're not falling asleep again," he said with a pointed look.

You groaned, rolling onto your side to face him better. "Why not?" You asked innocently. Miguel stretched his arms before answering, his muscles flexing in a way that made you crave another round with him. "Because I need to go," he sighed. "And that means you do, too."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "You can't just fuck me like that and expect me to be able to get up and leave after," you told him wryly.

Miguel huffed out a laugh, a cocky smile on his face. "I'm serious," you insisted, unable to suppress your own grin. The rare sight of Miguel's smile paired with the high you were still feeling made you giddy. "I'm sure you are," he replied, "but I'm also serious about needing to go."

You rolled your eyes. "Then go," you told him theatrically. "I won't beg for your company." Despite your words, you did indeed want to beg for his company. Every time he left, it was harder and harder for you to let him go.

He huffed again. "I'm not going to leave you alone in my room," he replied dryly.

You smirked at him. "Afraid I'm gonna steal your stuff?" You joked. Miguel's eyes turned to you with an amused gleam. "It's a possibility," he said evenly. "You still haven't given me my shirt back." You closed your eyes for a moment with a sigh. "Oh, yeah," you mumbled as you stretched out like a cat. "I definitely meant to do that."

Miguel hummed his disbelief, but there was humor in his subtle smile. "If I didn't know any better," he began slowly, reaching over to wrap his arm around you and pull you closer to him, "I would say you're lying."

Your own smile widened as you looked up at him mischievously, and you rolled over so that you rested on his chest. "Oh, you think you know better?" You asked in a sly tone, hovering your face over his.

His mouth was pulled in a crooked grin as his fingers brushed lazily across your bare back. "I know I do," he replied with a deep voice, his eyes fixed on your lips.

You hummed thoughtfully. "Well, maybe you're wrong," you asserted.

"I'm never wrong."

"I don't believe that."

"Name one time."

You paused, trying to think of a time when he did or said something incorrect, but unfortunately, nothing came to mind. You rolled your eyes. "I don't know," you admitted finally, earning a smug look from Miguel. "But one day, you'll have to admit you were wrong about something," you insisted, "and I'll make sure I'm there to see when you do."

"You may be waiting for a while," he remarked. You hummed thoughtfully, tracing a finger over the outlines of his face. "I’m a patient person," you stated simply. "And you never know. That day could come sooner than you think."

He stared up at you in amusement. "If you say so," he replied. "Though, I wouldn't use 'patient' as a word to describe you." You raised an eyebrow in interest. "Oh? And what would you use?" You asked smoothly.

Miguel pretended to think as he slowly stroked his fingers up and down your back. "There are a lot of words I could use," he began. "Stubborn is probably at the top of the list." You rolled your eyes, trying and failing to suppress a smile. "And?" You prompted, feeling genuine interest in how he perceived you.

"And..." he thought for a second, "passionate."

You smirked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah?" You said smugly. Miguel's lips also turned upwards in a subtle smile. "Not just sex," he clarified. "You're passionate about being Spider-Woman, and you care about the people around you. You're...kind."

Your stomach fluttered a little bit. You could tell he wasn't just saying that. The sincerity in his voice as he spoke was perfectly clear.

You smiled softly at him. "Keep going," you urged, though you were still trying to seem aloof at his words. He hummed thoughtfully. "You're strong," he listed. "You're fast. You're smart."

"Don't forget funny," you added.

Miguel gave you a skeptical look. "I didn't," he said. "It's just not on the list."

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing at that. "Shut up," you chastised, lightly smacking his chest as you recovered from his joke. His eyes gleamed as he stared up at your laughing face. There was a brief moment of silence as he looked up at you with half a smile on his lips before he murmured, "You're beautiful."

Two words and your heart was beating furiously in your chest. You were struck dumb, unable to think of what you could say to appropriately respond to him. He had called you pretty a dozen times, and you logically knew that he found you attractive based on your many encounters, but it wasn't just the words he spoke, it was how he said it—softly, earnestly, like it was something too precious to be said aloud.

And there was that three-word phrase again whispering in your mind. You could never say it, you knew that. It would be awkward, uncomfortable, and even potentially ruin your standing in the Society, but none of those reasons could stop you from thinking it when he was gazing up at you with his soft, brown eyes with a subtle smile on his full lips.

Miguel must've realized you were having trouble coming up with a response. Breaking the half-awkward silence around you, he said, "But you know what word I would use to describe you right now?"

You were pulled out of your stupor by his question, your face growing warm in embarrassment. "Hmm?" You hummed curiously.

"Treacherous," he replied simply.

Your eyebrows scrunched in surprise. "Treacherous?" You repeated. "How so?"

He lifted his head up just enough so that your lips were barely touching before whispering, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing right now."

You blinked down at him innocently. "What am I doing?" You whispered back, your lips grazing his softly.

He let you place a ghost of a kiss to his lips before finally replying, "Stalling." With that, he began sitting up off the bed, forcing you to roll off his body. "We have to go.”

You draped your arm over your eyes with a groan. He knew you too well. You had hoped he wouldn't notice you trying to drag on the pillow talk to keep him there with you. Now, it seems you’ve run out of time.

Miguel sat up off the bed and stretched. You watched how the muscles in his back flexed tightly before he stood to get dressed. Sighing, you also sat up, grabbing your underwear from off the floor where Miguel had discarded it the previous night before walking to the bathroom.

When you came back out, Miguel was already dressed in his suit, his hair slicked back in his typical fashion. He noticed you emerging from the bathroom and tossed you your web shooters. Catching them, you placed them on your wrists and watched as your suit enveloped your body.

He must’ve seen the wonder on your face because he said, “I told you it’s cooler than nanotech.” You smiled at him. “It is,” you conceded, stepping over toward him. “I don’t think I ever said thank you.”

He smirked down at you, his gaze flickering back and forth between your eyes and your lips. “I don’t recall that you ever did,” he replied. You placed one hand on his chest and let it wander up to his neck. Even on your tiptoes, he was too tall for you to kiss, so he had to follow your prompting hands and lean over to kiss you.

When you broke away from Miguel, you whispered, “Thank you.” He wore a soft smile on his lips as he whispered back, “You’re welcome,” before pressing them back to your mouth. Kissing him was so addicting, and you regretted having to leave once again.

Pulling away from you, Miguel sighed. “Listen,” he started, “finding the anomaly needs to be our first priority now.” You nodded in agreement, but you could sense there was more he was going to say. “That means,” he continued slowly, “no distractions.”

You studied his face for a second before you understood his implication. “You mean this?” You asked, your stomach tightening anxiously as you thought about him cutting you off. “Yes,” he replied before quickly adding, “until the anomaly is caught.”

You frowned. You had no idea how long that could take. The anomaly, ‘Ghost’ as he had been nicknamed, had already been at large far longer than any of you could have guessed, and he could stay in hiding between universes for far longer.

Miguel apparently could tell what you were thinking, and he raised one of his hands up to hold your chin gently. “You are a distraction for me,” he told you. “Now, I put you on the team because you can be useful, but I can’t be here lounging around with you when I need to be preparing for this, understand?”

You sighed in resignation. It made sense. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, it made sense. He was trying to run this whole operation by himself, and even though you wanted him to stay with you, you knew that you were just being selfish.

“Yes,” you replied reluctantly. He nodded, his thumb running back and forth along your chin gently. “Good,” he said. “I’ll see you at the meeting at 12.”

You sighed again. “Alright, I’ll see you there.” You turned to walk toward the door, but when Miguel called out your name, you paused and turned back around. He stepped toward you purposefully, and your heart leapt as you thought he was going to let you stay a while longer.

With his body hovering close to yours, he reached a hand out to grab your arm gently. You let him lift it up, your eyes never leaving his face as you noted how close his lips were to yours, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was looking down at your gizmo and was tapping away at the screen.

Confused, you looked down to see what he was doing. You watched as he pressed the button marked ‘silent,’ effectively disabling the setting you had it on. “No more of that either,” he told you with pointed look.

You gave a guilty smile. “Fair enough,” you conceded, taking back your arm. “But just so you know, I think this new rule of yours is a good idea, because now I’m going to catch this anomaly so fast, it’ll make your head spin.”

He smiled in amusement at your statement. “If you do,” he said, “I’ll fuck you until you can’t speak.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “You already do that,” you pointed out. He shrugged. “Not anymore,” he countered evenly. You shrugged back at him and replied casually, “But soon enough.”

With that, you turned back to the door with a smirk on your face and the determined notion that you were going to be the one to catch the anomaly.

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dawnoftime22 · 8 months ago

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I love you.

| W.M -> N.R

Undeserving of a Love Like Yours, Chapter 12

Chapter Warnings: None, I don't think

Summary: The day you chose a path for yourself was the day she also made her very own choice, and the weight of the world was lifted without any more time wasted.

Series Summary: When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Word Count: 3.6k

Category: Hurt/Comfort(?), Fluff, Fluff, and FLUFF!! oh, did I say...? Fluff.

A/N: idk if the beginning is lame? but I really hope it isn't - In compensation of all the angst and finally, to put an end to this series, I give you, the last chapter. It's been an incredibly fun adventure :] this might be the most tender chapter (or fic) I've written yet. I hope all of you enjoyed it as much as I have and I'm really really happy at the amount of support I see some of you give me. ily ily all<3 I'm back in my groove HEHEH!!!

P.S: this is better with reputation on or the series playlist. ;] (specifically starting at fortnight or anywhere at the bottom)

Series Playlist

| Started on 31/03/2024, 8:16 AM |

| Finished on 13/05/2024, 4:15 PM |

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

<- Chapter 11

"I'll end the torture I put on myself...and the one you put on yourself, because no one ever deserves such a thing but love."

(I will never not love that picture of her<3)

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The rain earlier sheened the streets with gleams of reflections. The lampposts glowed in a warm orange. It was cold, but in the most cozy way. At least, if you were under a blanket. Right now, your body was shivering and your hands might soon go numb if you stayed outside any longer.

Windows of shops were bright with light, bars were dim with crowds of people, and a creak of a door from an old aged store thats always been there, ever since you first visited Kate.

There was a group of people, laughing heartily from a joke as you walked by. They seemed kind. On the other side of the street was two people, a couple perhaps, smiling gently as they shared a small cake, enjoying theirselves. Another, was walking hand in hand.

You sighed, keeping your hands in the pockets of your jacket in the meanwhile. At least it was some type of warmth. It may not be another hand, but your jacket was your friend.

The apartment ridded your bodily shivers, but your fingers were definitely entirely numb and redder than usual as you closed the door. Meanwhile, golden fur brushed against your legs and just barely appeared in your vision below you.

Leaning down, you smiled softly, scratching Lucky behind his ears before kicking your shoes off and moving to sit on the couch. Or rather, slightly fall atop it. You closed your face with both your hands. All this silence, pining and desperately waiting was driving you crazy.

Lucky had laid down next to you, looking at you adorably with his one eye. Your body was lazily laid down, but you shifted to hug his cuddly figure, him instantly snuggling into the embrace.

You stayed like that for a while, and he didn't move at all until you pulled away, sliding your phone out from your pockets. The time showed on the front screen, with a wallpaper of you and Nat at the aquarium.

The urge you had to change it to something else. But you couldn't-- it was too precious. You sat up, then moved to stand, finding your contacts app.

Yes, you might also throw up soon if you stared at your contacts any more than you already have the past few months, but this was something that had to be done.

The room was quiet as you paced the floor, your feet padding against the wood quietly. A notification came in that had you flickering your eyes to your phone again, but it was just an indication of Kate adding to her Instagram story.

Checking, it was just a video of her showing off her archery skills and having fun with her friends from class. Well, while she was out having fun, you were dying with a decision you had to make.

...You shouldn't think like that. In fact, you were happy she was much happier than how you felt. Ah, who are you kidding? You shouldn't even think about it at all. Your screen went back to your list of contact names.

The one at the bottom you've been dreading to even lay your eyes upon appears into view. You didn't text or call her. Instead, you went into the detail view.

A button with red text held itself in place. Red was danger. Sure. It meant it was a risk and it needed you to go through a confirmation step first. But for you it was the opposite.

Block this contact?

Are you sure?

Finally after a moment of hesitation, you tap on 'Yes', and the name disappears. You had stopped your pacing long ago and now you stood in the middle of the living room, contemplating the option you chose. Just like that.

You had made your decision. It was time to let go a while ago. But something held you back. At least until the redhead came along, gently making herself at home within your heart.

Lucky stared at you as your shoulders went down, and you couldn't tell if it was in despair or relief. Maybe both. Asking her the question that shouldn't have been asked.

You shouldn't have done such a thing. You had messed up. A whole lot. Now you had nothing but yourself. Why did you even dare to?-- because you wouldn't want to get yourself stuck in something you feared would take yet another year's time to heal from.

Realisations after realisations were overcoming your head like a crow cawing at you to snap back into reality. Maybe a walk by yourself without interruptions did the trick after all.

You shook your head, going back to the couch, taking a seat that you definitely needed with everything happening. She's all thats been filling up your memories lately. So much, to the point that her hand prints were all over your soul.

You should call her up, but what if she hates you now? Considering the disappointment you've gotten before on a phone call, you had doubt poisoning all over your veins.

A sigh left your mouth for the hundreth time and you put your phone on the couch, setting it aside. You needed time, and she probably did too. Plus, if you continued any more, having just gotten over a single step of blocking a contact, you might as well faint if you even look at your messages with Nat.

Lucky rested his head on your leg, looking up at you knowingly as he felt your tiredness. Your hand settles on his fur, going through it gently.

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Nat was staring at her phone as she walked outside, her teeth sunk into her lower lip. She's been pacing in front of her apartment, having just finished drinking some hot coffee at a nearby shop. She thought it would calm her, especially with the rain earlier and the cold night air.

But, it only made her energized, her mind going more aware. As coffee is supposed to do. Really, she should have just gotten tea or a hot chocolate and maybe she would have been fine.

She's been looking at your text messages, ones thats been sent days ago now. Neither of you had talked in so long. Or at least to her, it felt like centuries, ages. She hoped desperately to magically see a text appear from you of saying something, or perhaps that you'll appear at her apartment.

But there was nothing. It was a fault of two sides, neither was really in the wrong, but if neither said anything, it'll simply slowly die.

She felt your distance, and she knew your mind was possibly getting just as loud as hers was. She had to do something, and fast, or the negative possibilities of whatever could happen would become reality.

Her legs started walking continuously forward rather than pacing, deciding to go towards the apartment you were at. She stored her phone in her pocket, determined to get to you rather than let it sit any longer.

She could never possibly hate you. She wouldn't even if she could. The moon and stars had disappeared, the clouds having covered it up. She didn't need their company, anyway. But the rain did come along to be her company.

Great. It was heavy, and people outside retreated to nearby shops and restaurant. She didn't follow them. Thank god for her jacket, but it was still all the more freezing cold.

Her walking slowly speeds up. Then, the splashing of boots running across the sidewalk sounded out through the streets.

Red car lights were in the reflections of the road, blurred from the rain water. A horn sounded out somewhere, probably for a stubborn person looking at their phone as they sat at a stop light. But she couldn't bother to see what it was at all.

The redhead, getting hit by the rain from every angle as she pants, almost out of breath from all the steps she's taken. If the sole of her feet wasn't firm on the concrete, she probably would have slipped.

But, she gets closer with obstacles and needing to find her way through people before she soon arrives. She takes a couple deep breaths after breathing through gasps, her lungs absolutely getting a work-out from the running.

Nat swallows down the burn in her throat, slowly recollecting herself and standing up straighter. When she looks up at the windows of the apartment, the lights are on.

It means you're here.

You're home.

Nat walks close to the door, a little calmer now and her hand goes up hesitantly.

She knocks on the door, but an answer awaits for far too long. Too many seconds.

She looks at the doorbell button.

She presses it.

A ringing that goes through the house can be faintly heard, before some gentle footsteps grow louder, nearing towards the front door.

It opens, and she sees you.

You were blown away by the sight in front of you. Almost quite literally from how windy it was outside, too. Nat, drenched in the rain, and out of breath as if she ran all the way here, because she did. You were definitely going to faint now from the sudden appearance.

Yet, at the realization of the sight in front of you, the two of you having just stared at each other, your face instantly fills with worry and concern. "Gosh, Nat, what are you--"

"I love you!" she blurted out, cutting you off in your sentence. Her voice was determined as she stared at you in such a vulnerable way, her eyes wandering your face to see your emotions.

You stood there, as she kept getting drenched from the rain. She thought she lost it all because you had shock visible in your eyes. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe she shouldn't have-- But your gaze softened, and you stepped back slightly to let her in.

She steps in, a confused and curious expression on her face at your silence, but she lets you close the door before watching you turn around.

You went closer, your hands going to cup her cheeks as you leaned in until your lips softly touched. She had met you halfway, her own hands instinctively landing on your hips. Finally.

You could feel the cold rain on her lips before you pulled away slowly, but resting your forehead against hers, her breath warm against your skin.

"I love you, too," you whispered, but from how close you were to her, you didn't need to be any louder. Her heart had skipped a beat, and her lips raised up, absolutely in joy of your reply.

"We've switched roles...except you got the worse part," you let out a chuckle, tugging on the soaked jacket she was wearing that did nothing to protect her from the cold, until your eyes landed on her soft forest green eyes.

She gave you a soft smile, but her body shivered. Her boots were practically filled up with water, and the water dripped to the floor, but you didn't mind.

"Let's get you dried up," you said, going off to your bedroom to grab some towels for her. "Um--" She stood there for a moment, wondering if she should follow you or not.

"You can use my bathroom, come on." You urged her as you draped a towel over heer shoulders and went behind her to gently push her forward.

Her cheeks blush a pink tint, but she walks forward, going into your bedroom. As you were grabbing her some clothes, she took off her jacket, and pulled out her phone.

"Oh--" she pulled out the cassette player she brought from her apartment, pulling it out from her bag and placing it on your bed gently. Thankfully, it was dry and didn't get hit by the rain.

"I...fixed this up. It wasn't the belt. I mean, I replaced it anyway, but some parts had dirt covering them," she said, looking up to you as you walked back to her with a shirt and sweatpants in hand. You raised your eyebrows, intrigued at how she did it herself when you forgot.

It looked like it was brand new, shining brightly with the dim light with you inspecting it. You then went to grab a cassette tape from your shelves and your headphones to plug in, then you test it.

She had unfolded the t-shirt you got in the meanwhile, keeping herself occupied instead of just watching you. She held it up to her frame, seeing that it was just about the same size as hers.

You smiled softly, listening to the music and looking at her. "This sounds...amazing. You did good work in this." At that, her face lit up, and her smile reflected yours.

"Thank you," she said gently, putting the t-shirt back on the bed to wear later, her hands settling on the towel on her shoulder that kept her warm, even if its just a little.

"Now go, take a warm shower before you freeze to death or something." You gestured to the bathroom door, and she quietly giggled as she turned around, going off to shower.

Your gaze was adoring as you watched her go, then you went back to looking at the cassette player, shaking your head at the incredible handiwork she had.

Then, noticing the curtains of the apartment were still open while outside it was nighttime, you decide to go forward and close them, putting the cassette player down with your headphones. Of course, making sure you paused it rather than letting the music playing on its own.

Once done with the bedroom curtains, you gently shut the door on your way out to the living room, letting Nat have her privacy as you close the rest of the curtains.

One view of the windows though, had caught your attention. It was the larger window Kate had in her apartment, so it showed a perfect view of the sky and the city.

The night was starry now, the rain having settled down and the clouds dissipating. As you stood there admiring the moon and trying to figure out which white dot was a star and which one was a planet, Nat had come out the bedroom, wearing the clothes you gave her.

She stands beside you, gazing up and following the direction of your eyes. Nearly all the planets were shining in the sky, surprisingly enough.

Her hand gently intertwined with yours and her eyes fall back to you, a soft smile gracing her lips. Feeling the warmth of her hand had you turning to look at her, heat rising to your cheeks.

"Ты галактика (Ty galaktika)," she whispered, her free hand going up to gently cup your cheek, her love genuine in her eyes. You smiled softly, your heart jumping in joy.

"Does that mean galaxy?" You guessed gently and curiously, finally getting the chance to ask of one of her sentences you couldn't recognize.

She nodded gently, and then realized you still didn't know the full meaning. "It means you're the galaxy." She whispered, making your eyes widen and your lips part in surprise at the deep meaning, having thought it only meant one word.

You breathed out a chuckle before leaning in to gently capture her lips in a tender kiss, as if it was on instinct, a habit you had already developed naturally, when you haven't kissed each other ever since the first, or even seen each other in days.

But oh, you were depths upon depths in love with her. She returned the kiss, pouring her heart and soul into it, and your bodies fit each other like puzzle pieces.

Considering you were slowly moving towards your bedroom, you reached to the living room lamp when you were close enough, turning it off, knowing you wouldn't be going back into the room and Kate wasn't going to be home until tomorrow. Something about staying at her mom's? You didn't know, but you couldn't be bothered when your fingers entangled in red hair.

When the darkness grew, so did your passion. After a while though, you parted, pausing for a moment with your forehead rested against hers. You breathed in through the space between the two of you, your breaths colliding on skin and mixing.

"Does this make us..." You start in a whisper, but trail off, hesitant to say the word. The corners of her lips tug up in the meanwhile. It was time, and she was ready to jump into it with you.

"Lovers?" She suggests slowly, feeling your hand on her chest that rose and fell with her shallow breathing. You nod to her question, confirming that was what you wanted to say.

"Yes." She breathed out before her lips leaned in and continued to meet yours softly, her hand traveling from your waist up to your back. For the moment, the world only held the two of you.

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You now laid against Nat comfortably on the bed, sitting in the dim lighting as the crickets quietly chirped in the background. You nuzzled into her neck for a moment as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

She gently rubbed her hand up and down your back, resting her cheek gently against the side of your head. You then turn your face out from the crook of her neck, looking up at the redhead.

Natasha smiled softly, her eyes meeting yours as she gazed into your loving eyes. She couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and happiness wash over her with someone, for the first time.

You shifted yourself by firmly gripping her shoulders and pushed yourself up, your legs on the sides of her hips as your hands went to cup both her cheeks.

"You're so pretty." You whisper softly, your thumb gently rubbing her soft skin as she stared at you, her smile growing wider.

"And you're..." She wanted to return the compliment, but paused, unable to find one that was completely perfect for you, because you were simply too gorgeous.

"ты красивая (ty krasivaya)," she then said, and you raise your eyebrows, but your heart was still beating with love for her, knowing it definitely meant something that was going to make you fall for her further.

"...What does that mean?" You asked, tilting your head in curiosity. She giggled softly, noticing that you looked like Liho whenever she got curious.

"It means you're beautiful, моя любовь (moya lyubov)." She leaned in closer, keeping her eyes on yours. You loved how smoothly it comes from her lips.

"And that?" you ask. Even though you could guess, you wanted to make sure, and to hear her translate it into English for you only made you fall deeper for her.

She blushes slightly, but replies nonetheless. "My love," she whispers, shaking her head. She nuzzles her nose against yours when she leaned in closer, making you giggle softly.

"I love you," you said under your breath, feeling her hair gently tickle your fingers as you still had your hand cupped on her cheeks.

"I love you, too," she replies, going in for yet another kiss. You moved your hands down, wrapping around her neck once more.

Your heart was soft and your shoulders held little to no weight at all on them as you lay in this moment with her. It was as if nothing could lay a finger on either of you. You then pull back slightly, staring into her eyes.

"You know, your eyes are so green," you whispered softly, even though you've stared into them a thousand times. She blushes, but smiles.

"I can listen to your compliments all night if thats what you want," she commented, her voice raspy yet gentle. Her hand had gone under your shirt gently to trace gentle patterns on the skin of your back.

"I would very much love that," you said through another giggle, leaning ever so closer to her. You placed your hand on her chest, her heartbeat thumping against your palm as you settle beside her.

Nat pulls the covers up gently up the two of you, making sure you were warm and comfortable. Every touch of her hands held care and gentleness, making your heart swell.

She trails her hand off to your cheek, gently placing it on there. Your eyes flicker down to it, and you lean into her touch, smiling. She rubs her thumb in a slow back and forth motion.

Your eyelids slowly fell to a close, the gentle motion soothing you to sleep. The broken pieces of your shattered heart had been picked up, and she was careful enough to put it all back together.

end of chapter 12, and the end of this series. <3

Series Masterlist <- Chapter 11

In decision you'll hone, but you too shall run from the option you were given. Then find acceptance and it will be forsaken.

"All the things I didn't do for the sake of my mind." - R.

"All the things I shouldn't have done, but did anyway." - N.R

"...Everything I should have done." - W.M

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princess-of-the-corner · 25 days ago

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SKETCH THE TEETH

TEETH TEETH TEETH TEETH

Yes this was done lazily but fuck it it's cold my hands are a bit stiff I need better compression gloves

ANYWAY NOTES

1.) Quirkless

Yeah I mentioned switching the toe thing for teeth and BOY

Very 'normal' to us teeth.

Ex: All Might, Melissa, Aoyama

2,) Baseline Quirk

Anyone who has a Quirk but their Quirk doesn't effect their teeth will have fangs of some kind. Canines are noticeably larger than Quirkless.

Ex: Like 80% of the cast tbh

3.) Big

Canines are even larger than baseline. Most Mutation Quirks will have this. The trait can be passed down to children who seem to have Emitter or Transformation Quirks, either as a sign of minor mutation(often accompanied by other inherited traits) and/or a sign of dormant genetics

While the first two categories are able to hide in the mouth, this set will have the larger canines poking out a little unless they actively hide them.

Ex: Most Mutation Quirks, 5/6 of the Todorokis, Himiko

4.) Kiri!

I had to add Kiri's teeth. Technically also Tetsutetsu's but I didn't write him because it's early af for me.

All teeth are sharp! Likely from a mutation, especially as I'm adding more shark-esque qualities in regrowth ability.

While all teeth are sharp, most aren't bigger than normal. Their canines are in similar size to the 'Big' category though, and will stick out

There's probably other characters with this teeth type out there but fuck it not dealing with that now

5.) Vlad King

Had to add him because I have NOT given him as much attention as I'd like to tbh. But he canonically has big lower canines and I love that!

Which yes those teeth stick out even when his mouth is closed!

Notes:

Due to the differences in teeth, it's harder to nail down the fact that Quirkless people don't have fangs. Plenty of people have Quirks that influence their teeth and throw off data of 'are the 'baseline' genuinely 'baseline' or just a common mutation? Not to mention someone could have a Quirk that takes away their fangs. Or hell they don't have any kind of teeth they have some weird snoot or beak or just goo.

Add in the confusion on Quirks. All Might is someone who has no fangs, but seems to have a Quirk as far as the public knows. Same with Aoyama. On the flipside, Izuku has the baseline Quirked Fangs, but has been labeled as 'Quirkless' until recently. And there's likely more people like him who have some hard-to-notice Quirk and are mislabeled as 'Quirkless'.

So while it's a rule within my writing, in-universe it's speculated on but not confirmed.

note:

This is also something I'm using in my main Crossoververse in regards to Magic. No Magic or Dormant = Quirkless teeth. Most Magic users have the Baseline Quirk. Some creatures like Vampires, Dragons, etc. will have the Big ones. All pointy or lower canines are also options.

#teeth lore

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crystalrabbit246912 · 2 months ago

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What To Do When A Supervillain Is In Your Apartment

Part 3! (Part 1, 2)

Sorry about not posting this yesterday, I got distracted and forgot about it until it was too late!

Trigger Warnings: Mild Swearing, Being Held Up Against A Wall

Word Count: 860 words

~Crystal

Yuu remembered that they once saw a public safety video filmed by the hero Snow, about what to do when a villain was in your house or apartment once.

They were pretty sure that the situation Snow was referring to wasn't one like this though.

Dragon stirred slowly, eyes blinking lazily for a few moments before they pulled themselves to a sitting position on Yuu's couch. Blearily, they looked around before freezing when they realized that they were in an unfamiliar location.

Before Yuu knew it, they were surrounded in vicious green magic, lifting them up and pressing them against the wall.

This was in the video, wasn't it? Something about what to do when a villain was threatening you and you couldn't escape, right?

Not that it was much use now, since Yuu had seen that video years ago and they could barely remember what was in it.

"Where am I?" Dragon demanded, growling.

Yuu took a moment to appreciate Dragon's voice. It probably wasn't what you were supposed to do when you were being held against a wall with no way to escape via magic- they didn't even know magic could be this powerful- but damn, Dragon had a nice voice. Deep and smooth, almost unnaturally beautiful.

They would say that was a fae thing, but Sebek's voice was pretty grating on their ears, especially when he was screaming, which was most of the time, so either that was Sebek's human half acting up or Dragon's voice was just that good.

After that moment, they took another moment to feel offended. They had just dragged Dragon inside- the villain wasn't light, either- their apartment, treated their injuries, let them rest on their couch briefly, and this was how they were repaid?

Logically, they knew that Dragon knew none of what they had done, but they still let themselves feel offended for a moment before pulling themselves back together.

"You're in my apartment."

Sevens, their voice sounded so dead just then. Was that what they sounded like all the time? Surely it wasn't.

They were mentally rambling a lot today, weren't they?

"Why am I here? What do you want from me?"

Again, they took a brief second to appreciate the elegance and appeal of Dragon's voice again. No cracks, no breaks, no mistakes. Just two questions.

Why didn't they just let Dragon handle their speeches all of the time, if their voice was this nice?

"I dragged you here after I found you unconscious in an alleyway. You can leave right now, if you want, though please not through the door. I don't want the police at my doorstep."

They were surprised at how calm- well, more dead and emotionless, but still calmer than how they felt- their voice came out. Internally, they were freaking out.

"Oh, and please don't break anything," they added with a jerk of their head. "My funds are stretched thin enough as is."

"You are... not afraid of me?" Dragon frowned. Or at least Yuu assumed they frowned. The mask was kind of in the way there.

"Why would I be?"

See, there, at least was some emotion. Their voice did crack in there somewhere, which was embarrassing, but at least it wasn't as dull and robotic now.

"I am a villain. I am currently holding you against the wall of your apartment. I have the ability to kill you in over thirty ways just now. Why wouldn't you be afraid of me?"

Yuu winced at their matter-of-fact tone. "But you're still human, aren't you? Well, not quite human, more so fae, but you're still a person, aren't you?"

Stunned silence. "I... suppose I am."

Who the fuck hurt Dragon and who do I need to hunt down?

They shook their head as much as they could to pull themselves together, before Dragon dropped them unceremoniously to the floor. They stumbled as they landed, but quickly righted themselves.

"What can I call you?" Yuu startled at Dragon's words, having broken the calm silence that had fallen over then.

Yuu hesitated. There were stories, against telling a fae your name. Besides, it was just common sense to not tell a villain your name, right?

Never mind the fact that Dragon had seen the inside of their apartment and could probably find them again if they wanted to really badly.

"Consider me just a friendly ghost," they decided eventually.

"Well then, Child of Man, I grant you permission to call me whatever you desire." Dragon's voice was still really nice. Yuu's mind was hyperfixating on that for whatever reason.

Maybe to keep them from freaking out too much.

"I... will call you... Tsunotarou," they decided.

"Oh, by the way, I use they/them pronouns," they tacked that onto the end, breaking the small moment of Dragon being stunned at their audacity.

"I use he/him pronouns," they were informed. "And my ride should be here soon."

"Ride?" A new voice cut in from where a figure was crouched on the windowsill in a cat mask. "I ain't no fucking ride, Lizard, I'm just the only one who was free."

Yuu blinked. Since when did Lion get here?

#twst #twst yuu #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #heros #villain #twisted wonderland hero & villain au

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topgunruinedme · 1 year ago

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Welcome to the danger zone II o.9

Pairings: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Ron "Slider" Kerner/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

Requested: Yes.

Prompt: Could I submit a top gun prompt please? Threesome with ice, slider, and maverick + spanking + “you wont be able to walk straight after i’m done with you” + enemies to lovers? And if you don’t mind, added request that ice and slider are topping maverick?

Warnings: BDSM, language, mature themes, violence, sexual scenes, Dubious concept.

Word Count: 3K

Tag: @ladureelover @weirdqueergremlin @vigilanteavengerqueen @awkwxrdapple

Previous parts: Chapter||o.1, Chapter||o.2, Chapter||o.3, Chapter||o.4, Chapter||o.5, ChapterIIo.6, ChapterIIo.7, ChapterIIo.8.

He stretched back in his seat sending a lazy gaze around the classroom waiting for his pilot to arrive. Fingers tapping against the desk as he hummed quietly, he took a deep breath, lips lifting slightly as he thought of Carole.

God he missed her, he hated being so far from them. He missed her soft smile, her beautiful laugh, and the way she glowed when she chased around their son. The way she fit into his arms so perfectly, like his very own Tinkerbell to coddle.

The song formed itself, his rhythm shifting to match the rhythm. Goodness gracious, great balls of fire… Despite how much he loved it, it was a family song. It was the song that he had met Carole to, the one he dragged Pete into when he first met the kids when he was still small and skittish. The song that Mav used to hum to Bradley to sleep when he was still a babe, it was one of the boy's favorite pastimes. Sitting on the piano and belting out the song with his godfather.

He had sentimental ties to it. He had no doubt that years from now when Bradley's getting ready for school the boy will still be dancing around the house with his mother. He could see the boy sitting beside him on the piano as he leant how to play. Seeing the boy go on his first date, first relationship, first breakup. Watching Bradley graduate, go to college. Seeing him throw the cap in the air as they watched with proud smiles as their boy received his certificate.

He could almost see the photo frame on their bookshelf, Bradley in his graduation gown, roll in hand. Maverick tucked under the beaming man's arm with a proud smile. The two had always been so close. He couldn't imagine anything that could separate them. Through life of death.

He shifted slightly when someone brushed past him, fingers stilling, humming coming to a halt as a body dramatically dropped into the seat next to him. He snorted, resting his arm on the back of the man's chair lifting an eyebrow at Mav. The man’s hair was an utter mess, he grumbled hand brushing through his hair irritably in an attempt to make it resemble something within regulation.

Mav had dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep, he stifled a yawn blinking as he lazily dropped to the side into his offered arm. The smaller man grinned at him as he tilted his head back on his arm using it as a cushion.

“Long night” Mav offered him a gin, looking all too pleased with himself.

He huffed, a smile growing as he shook his head in amusement. Mav was up to his usual antics it seemed. He wondered if the man had been chasing Charlie, if he needed to step in before he got them in trouble. He was all up for the man's escapades, but their teacher? That was a tad far.

He frowned slightly as Ice and Slider entered, Ron winked at Mav with a smug look while Ice ignored the interaction entirely. His brows furrowed as he watched the men sit, his gaze dropping to Maverick. He didn't like not knowing things. There was far too much intention in Kerner's ‘wink’ than he liked. Damn it, he should have stayed with Maverick after the beach.

He paused watching as Mav leaned back slightly looking at the rows across from them, catching Ice’s eye. What the hell did Mav want with Kazansky? His hand wrapped around the man's shoulder slightly, starting to sweat as he watched the interaction weary. He certainly didn't miss the shiver that ran through Mav or the pleased grin the younger man wore for the rest of the lesson. One he was familiar with, frighteningly so.

It normally only came out when Maverick got something he wanted; after winning a bet, taking a woman home, getting into Top Gun, the list goes on. He had gotten something he wanted, something he hadn't thought he would be able to get.

Goose’s eyes trailed back to Ice’s to find the man watching the board. Slider wasn’t even attempting to be subtle, sitting on his side not paying attention to the lesson as he watched Maverick copy down notes. His eyes connected with the other Rio, Slider sent him a shark-like grin tilting his head curiously. It was sharp, a warning.

What are you looking at me for?

He felt a flush of embarrassment flood through him as unwanted images flooded through him as the man stared him down. He cleared his throat slightly, turning his attention back to Maverick when he felt the man by his side shift.

Mav had clearly not realized that he was watching him as he tried to subtly glance back at the two men. He watched Ice’s lips lift slightly in amusement, he raised an eyebrow at Mav, a clear challenge in his eyes as Mav turned around with a flush.

Something wasn't right…

This was all too developed. A few days ago Mav would have been swearing up and down the coast at the chance to curse Kazansky out. He was not getting flustered over the man. Surely.

It simply wasn't possible.

His eyes trailed along Mavs' throat looking for any mark of evidence that could be there. His finger slipped down to tug the collar down slightly, he caught sight of a hickey or two, a few nail marks but no bruising.

Slowly the picture formed in his head, the two different sets of hickeys on Maverick's neck. Two people. Shiiiiiiit . This was not a simple one-night stand Mav had picked up at a club. He felt the urge to bash his head into the desk and answer questions later.

Two people who were off limits. Rivals most likely. Ice and Slider. He had gotten Tom and Ron. Shit.

He knew they had been talking about something on the courts, he should have pushed it. He should have stayed with Mav and ensured he didn't do anything stupid. He still had trouble looking at Slider, hearing such a profound - intimate noise from the man.

Had they choked Maverick too? He didn't like the idea of Mav putting his life in their hands. Sure he had known Tom since flight school and Ron since the academy. But, he didn't like it. He didn't want his brother's life in their hands.

Especially not with what he had seen them doing.

This had to stop. It was out of hand. Maverick had the unfortunate habit of ‘shoot first then ask questions later’. Which admittedly led him into trouble most of the time. This time he had bitten off too much to chew. Did he know what they could do to him? Did he know what they wanted to do to him?

His stomach rebelled at the thought of Slider holding Maverick down, vulnerable to whatever Ice wanted to do. Their hand on his throat or anywhere on his body. Was he going to walk in one day covered in bruises with a false smile and tell him not to worry about it.

He would never think of Tom as an abuser he couldn't. But he couldn't deny the fact that Ice could, and Pete would let him just for the thrill of fighting for control.

That's what scared him, not what Tom does, or how he and Slider find pleasure in whatever weird dynamics they have. What worried him was Maverick and his limits. He had never done anything like this before, he had never even expressed an interest in men in particular. Would Maverick stop when he hit his limit or would he tumble over it?

Goose honestly couldn't answer.

Dragging Mav out with him to eat at the dinner wasn't hard, the younger man was always looking for something to do together. Getting The man to sit still with him and not up making a fool of himself or trying to pick someone up was significantly harder.

The seats were old and squeaked slightly when they moved, he watched as Mav shamelessly flirted with the blushing waitress. His charming smile and that damn twinkle in his eye. He was irresistible.

How was he even going to broach the question? Are you still going after them? They're dangerous, you don't know what you're getting into. Please just listen to me.

Mavs' gaze turned to him after taking his sweet time to observe the woman as she walked away he raised an eyebrow at him taking a sip from his beer. “What are we doing here, Goose?” he asked, his gaze falling to take in Goose's nervous fiddling he frowned slightly, “We could have been out at the O-club or watching the game at my place”.

Goose tugged at the label on his beer bottle, the condensation wetting his fingers as he glanced up. “Can’t I just want time with you, just us? Things have gotten a little crazy with Top Gun and your...thing” he finished weakly with a heavy sigh.

It had been…intense. With Charlie, then Ice, he was almost 90% sure Slider had something to do with it. Trying to keep them from getting kicked out, discharged or Mav from getting himself killed. It was a full-time job.

Mavericks' expression softened with a look of concern, “Of course”. He shifted to fully face him silently letting him know he wouldn't try to pick anyone up. His attention was all Gooses tonight. “I didn't realize it was affecting you. I'm sorry” Mav gave with a crokard smile.

“Don’t worry about it” he said with a tired smile, “I'm used to it”.

Maverick frowned, shifting to lean on the table. “You shouldn't be used to being forgotten, Goose,” he said unhappily. “I’m not trying to make your life harder” he muttered picking at the napkin on the table.

“I know” Goose soothed gently, placing his hand on Mav’s to stop him before he started picking it apart and got them kicked out. “I know you don’t Pete” he squeezed his hand “Just think a little will you?”.

Maverick nodded silently, dragging his eyes up to Nicks. “I just don't want you to wake up one day and realize that other people have gotten hurt, '' Goose said gently.

“I’ll think,” Mav muttered, “I don't- I don't want to hurt people. I Just fly the way it feels natural” he sipped his beer avoiding Goose's gaze, “It’s not my fault the others can't keep up”.

“Try”, Goose said firmly, “Let them catch up. Because one day you're going to be stranded up in the air and no one will trust you”.

“I’ll have you,” Mav said weakly.

“No always”.

Mav gave him an alarmed look, “What?”.

“I'm not always going to be there Mav, Bradley he's 2 now. And this is a dangerous job. Cougar, that could have gone wrong, Mav. I want to watch him grow up, go to school, and I want to watch him graduate”.

Mav stared at him, not able to hide the hurt or the way his body curled in on himself slightly to defend himself.

“I want to live long enough to see him live, Mav, and flying with you…it's dangerous. You fly dangerously”. His chest ached, Mav, Pete. He looked crushed. He hasn't meant to drag the mood down so much but Maverick had to know his fears, his wants, and needs.

“I promise,” Maverick said softly, “I promise that you'll see those things. I will do everything I can to ensure you live, Goose”.

“I know you will, sweetheart” he gave him a smile. “Now order something, then we can talk about the score”.

Mav huffed in amusement pulling his hand away to pick up the menu, “Gee dear you really know how to win my heart”.

“Of course honey” his lips twitched happily to see Mav trying to gather himself, diving straight back into his normal behavior's. Watching the man order easily for them both when the waiter passed by, not needing to ask what he wanted. He watched the man shamelessly flirt with the waiter, watched the man make a fool of himself with a fond smile on his lips.

God, he loved Mav, he loved Pete. Mitchell was just another name added to his family tree, if he could if it was legal, the man would be Pete Bradshaw in a heartbeat. He watched as Mav’s grin grew brighter, his laugh got louder as he swayed his hip, spinning the woman around on the floor of the dinner as he sang along to the radio.

Watching the younger man dramatically dip the woman back who squawked, he laughed at his friends' antics. Calling the man back over as the food arrived, milkshakes and burgers. Their favorite's. Their food. The same thing he had forced the scrawny man to eat once he dragged him out of that god-forsaken locker room, nose still bleeding as he attempted to stop it.

Milkshakes fix everything, he remembered declaring.

The boy had stared at him, almost scowling as he sneered. And the Burger?

Just great food . He remembered smiling widely at the man, feeling his chest warm as the boy gave in and picked at the burger. Taking his first bite and watching it disappear as if he hadn't eaten. Letting him pick the fries off his plate. From then on, it had been theirs.

“Eat Mav”. It didn't matter how many years had passed he still saw that small fractured boy across from him. Skinny from missing one too many meals, a personality bigger than the world.

Mav laughed cheerfully, dropping into the seat, waving off the offer for another dance, panting slightly as he took a sip of his drink, strawberry. The man let out an appreciative groan.

His lips twitched, “Sweet?”

Mav gave him a teasing smile “Could use a few more sugars”.

“Guts” he chuckled, “Nothing can satisfy your sweet tooth” he scolded fondly.

“Carole's Blackberry pie can” Mav relayed as a matter of fact.

Goose relented, no one could argue with his wife's cooking. “Eat” he told the man firmly as Mav picked up his burger sticking his tongue out at him as he took his first bite.

He watched the oil drip down the man's face as Mav caught his eye looking slightly startled, chewing his mouthful before swallowing stiffly. “What?”

“Nothing” he brushed off with a smile “Just taking in the view”.

“Nick” Mav warned, eyes narrowing.

He gave him a knowing smile picking up a fry and dipping it into his vanilla milkshake watching the man grimace. “I'm not doing anything” he smirked.

Mav’s lips lifted in amusement knowing he was pulling his leg, he gave him a playful look “Don't look at me like that”.

“Like what?” Goose played along his own smile growing as Mav rolled his eyes

“Like you know something I don’t”.

“Who says I don't?” he said lightly. He nudged the man's ankle with his foot, jarring him slightly. “So” he drawled, “Ron and Tom”.

Maverick flushed, placing his burger down and whipping his hands clean with the napkin. “So you know”.

“You didn't exactly hide it”.

Mav glanced up at him with a confused look, hands fiddling with the milkshake straw, brows furrowed. Mouth opening in the complaint.

He snorted “Come on Mav, give me a little credit I'm not stupid” he said lightly, “You too don't go at watch other anymore, there's no more snappy unneeded remarks” - he gave the man a pointed look - “No more button pushing and you can't deny the hickeys that started appearing on your neck”. He raised an eyebrow as Mav seemed to burrow lower in his seat.

“I-uh” he bit his lip giving him a helpless look “I don't know what it is, it's- confusing”. He sighed “It's different” he admitted.

And so he told him, turns out a lot can happen in the span of a few days. He told him about the not-date at their house and how much to his embarrassment that he had ridden back with soiled pants. Leaning over the table as they whispered, time falling away as their food grew cold, picking at it as Maverick admitted what he had kept from him. He watched the man stand knees creaking as he gave him a small smile, cold food in a container as he slipped on his jacket.

“Nick?”.

He hummed softly watching as Mav collected his food and grabbed his eyes the man looked

slightly nervous.

“Thanks”.

“Of course Mav,” he gave the man a gentle look “I’m always going to be here, no matter what. I promise Mav”.

He waited, smiling at the waiter when she placed his packaged food on the table, he slipped a few bills out of his wallet placing it on the table as he grabbed the food watching Mav leave before retreating to use the phone in the back of the dinner.

Mav. He seemed…happy. A type of happiness he hadn't seen outside their family. He didn't want to take that away from him.

But he had to. He wouldn't sit back and let someone hurt Pete simply because he was too oblivious to notice it was doing more harm than good.

He waited in anxious silence, his fingers wrapping around the cord as he watched Maverick saddle his bike, his hand coming up to trace the hickey on his neck with a small smile.

Oh god. He was becoming attached .

The phone clicked and laughter filled the line, “Hello?” Carole answered brightly, her sweet voice filled him with fondness. God he loved her.

“Carole” The relief in his tone was clear, the weight on his chest loosening at the sound of his wife's chest.

“Nick?” He pushed back the urge to preen under her soft coo. She sounded so happy to hear from him, he would have to call more often, he wondered how she was handling Brad.

She was perfect, always managing to adapt to any situation he threw her, accepting Pete into their family without blinking an eye. She could always tell when something was wrong, mother's instincts, or maybe Maverick's instincts at this point. She was able to detect the stress in his voice after years of practice, her tone became sharper, “What happened?”.

“We need you,” he said firmly, pulling tightly on the cord until his finger went white as he fiddled with it. He needed Carole, he needed someone to tell him what the hell to do. Someone to tell him to sit down and breathe, to look at the bright side. He needed his wife.

“I need you,” he admitted.

The line was silent for a moment, “We’ll be on the next plane out”.

#top gun fanfiction #top gun imagine #top gun fandom #top gun 1986 #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #slicemav #tom iceman kazansky #ron slider kerner

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sunyandmony · 1 year ago

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"ꋊꏂꅐ ֮ϐׁυׁׅtׁׅ ….σℓ∂?" |Cato and Reader drabble(?)|

Cato but if he was a… Mer? Fish? Dunno- I'll see what I can do- The design comes first though- So yep- that's why it comes out very badly and late 😔

Just to be safe, I'm gonna add extra trigger warnings..

Tw:body horror(?), implied gore, potty mouth author/reader, self-harm mentioned(ig??)

B̶i̶g̶ f̶i̶s̶h̶ a̶r̶e̶ d̶a̶n̶g̶e̶r̶o̶u̶s̶ no̶w̶- B̶u̶t̶ a̶l̶s̶o̶… V̶e̶r̶y̶ s̶m̶a̶s̶h̶a̶b̶l̶e̶- I M̶E̶A̶N̶ H̶U̶H̶?̶!̶- D̶O̶N̶'̶T̶ L̶O̶O̶K̶ H̶E̶R̶E̶ D̶A̶N̶G̶-

Start reading under cut ⬇

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You were NOT gonna make it out alive, not out of this one, nope, all the instructions did not tell you about a humongously tall half-human and half-fish, dangerous and about to probably rip you into pieces creature who currently had a staring contest with you, scarlet eyes glowing straight towards you, pentagrams sending daggers(?) your way as you prepared for the worst yet to come..

╰•°`°•>3 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒..<•°`°•╯

You finally managed to get out of that ridiculously uncomfortable seat, your mind trailing with thoughts of how your life is changing so fast, it hasn't even been that long since your parents handed out this house to you, and you knew they weren't poor, but neither that rich, you might've been wrong about that- What you're looking for was right in front of you as soon as you looked up from your phone and compared the screenshot to the actual thing.

The house itself wasn't much of a house itself,..a beach house? Could it be considered one at its size? Probably- But you didn't really care, this was now your new home, along with your dog of course, who's been following you all along, practically trying to get your attention to feed them, but you can't right now, it's too much to unpack now and so, she'd have to wait for a bit, you already gave her treats not long ago before getting out of the taxi.

Your dog was mostly fluffy and pretty friendly towards everyone, mostly children and especially you, the owner, the fur on her body being like a rough, colorfully coat. Black, brown and white adding to her fit, her ears dropped over her head as if acting sad from your denial for more treats, slowing down her rhythm ever so often while running off to the docks while you opened the door to your house, a key you almost forgot you had in your jacket that lazily draped over your persona.

This was much better than being locked in your apartment 24/7 working from home for the stupid makeup company your mom told you would be 'best for you' even though you barely liked makeup in general, not phased by it or anyone wearing it, because unlike everyone else, your parents just sent you off and said that it's fine to just retire all of a sudden, and not even bothering to tell you why, just 'waving' you off the best way through a call at midnight.

It wasn't new for them to ask you to do something, but this? You surely haven't expected things to go out this way, not when they planned on you being the one to take over their company when you're older, no not the make-up one, that's just another job you rather forget about now, because you hated every moment being there, not one moment did you enjoy working with uncooperative people at your side and trying to get projects done before they're overdue, so you took it pretty well actually, a chance to start fresh.

You slowly unlocked the door with a click and looked inside, the curtains having been left closed from the last time someone was probably, which you doubted was recent due to how private this part of the town was, nobody even stepping here and just going another way to avoid this place as if they couldn't step on the beach near this house, and you assumed it's your parents who bought this place for sure, because unlike your cousins you're not that easily gonna gloss over it and just, enjoy the kind of wealth? Not quite though, and the beach beside it, how do they have the money? A total mystery you don't ever wanna find anything about.

Ever so slowly, you set your bags near what looks like a desk with many drawers that had already been here for a long time, the dust having gathered onto it, the way this place looked like couldn't be described better then a abandoned house, a whole bunch of old garbage and dust laying around for who knows how long now, bookshelves full of books that somehow fit in the shelves for how many there were, old furniture somehow still intact as well but as everything else here, dusty, but overall organized. Huh, it seems whoever was last here at least left less chores for you to do, you assume that they're more responsible than you are though.

As soon as you hear the creaking of the porch behind you, ever so slowly getting closer, you open the door as your dog, which you so decided to call 'Jua', since the name fitted her pretty well. After she got in, you shut the door closed, making sure to check if it would budge before groaning to yourself, your thoughts running a mile an hour for whatever reason as you slumped towards the middle couch, letting yourself fall on it face first and not thinking twice before closing your eyes, trying to get some good night's rest.

… Turns out that's just impossible the moment you got your phone out and started scrolling through media, again, trying to pass the time and looking through 'Tuza', a popular app today that mostly had everything you could wish for, aside from the hackers, that's something you'd rather not get involved with, yet… At least if it's not necessary..

You didn't realize just how much your eyes hurt until you blinked once, finally coming to a stop from scrolling through Tuza, closing the app and then closing your phone, the screen turning black as you set the said device on the coffee table next to you, closing your eyes and uncomfortably shifting on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in, but none of the positions helped one bit with your sleepy state, you wanted to sleep so badly, yet couldn't, shifting eve more, as if it would help at all.

You grip your already messy hair and pull on it, the silence abruptly cut short as droplets of water started pouring down from the sky above on the roof of your house and everywhere else outside. You have not watched the news for a while, so you weren't expecting rain at almost 4 AM in the morning, and to say you were tired was a lie.. You were exhausted, spent and done staying up just because of your thoughts, stupid, awful thoughts..

What thoughts were they to be so bad? You don't even know, all you know they're so bad they keep you awake, and a bonus with that constant scratching noise from outside, and you already forgot what you were even talking about a moment later. You slowly loosen your grip on your hair, looking up to be met with the said rain outside that kept on pouring down on your windows. It was actually pretty quiet except the sound of your breathing and Jua's on the floor next to the couch, somewhere in the pitch blackness in front of you.

A deep sigh and you stand up, strolling closer to the window and looking outside, it was all normal. The palm tree ravishing with the violent wind outside, leaves thrown around by the force. You squint your eyes, and then you're met with another, much bigger, much weirder face staring back at you. You scramble back, breathing heavily. What is that? Whatever it is, it's not human, but it wasn't gone even when you looked back out, it started almost right through you.

You gave it a small wave, more out of curiosity than anything, and it returned the gesture, much to your horror. Yep, so it could see you through the darkness from a distance of at least a hundred yards away. Great. You understand why your parents had so many books about mythical creatures now, given one is staring at you. You come back to the present and skip back to your room, picking up a few clothes and changing into them. They were soft and somewhat comfortable on your cold skin, but it wasn't time to think. You put on the hat and then throw a raincoat around yourself, plucking the buttons on it close and putting on the hood before putting on some much needed boots and putting your phone in your pants pocket under the raincoat before running outside, bursting the door open and then closing behind yourself.

If you were gonna see a creature, you would see it up close to make sure it is real and not a trick or your imagination. Humid and wet sand crunched up under your feet and the wind blowing past you so rapidly made it impossible to concentrate on the current mission. Mostly because you forgot to bring a flashlight, so you had to base yourself at the bare minimum that you could see outside in the rain with the bare moonlight slipping through the heavy clouds.

A particular hard swoosh of the wind almost knocked you off your feet, but you grounded yourself, breathing heavily under the collar of your shirt, trying to warm up your breath somewhat before continuing on. You weren't seeing anything as of yet, given how low you are on the ground at the moment, and it felt like forever but you hit somewhat of a checkpoint, a rock in the middle of the beach that you sat down behind to rest on the sand, the wind not as effective now as it was before.

Were you seriously risking your life just to prove a thing to yourself? While it would satisfy your curiosity, it could also satisfy your death wish. A shiver ran down your spine. No, you were not going to die, if it was dangerous you knew you could run, some creatures of the ocean couldn't always stay on the ground before needing to go right back into the water. But given the rain right now, it didn't count, but they could still be out given the chance, and you weren't taking a 'no' as an answer from your brain.

A few more deep breaths and you got off the ground, steadying yourself with the help of the rock given at hand before walking around it and continuing your adventure towards the rocky hill, trying hard to not fall over because of the rain picking up and the wind blowing past you becoming much, much colder and harder to ignore.

A particular area nearby the rocks started rocking along with the wind, and the moment you got too close to it, the wind picked up and the boulder on top fell over, rolling off its spot.

You were so focused on it that before you knew it, darkness ate at your eyes and you collapsed completely under the boulder that continued to crush your body. You were too weak, too stupid to defend yourself against a rock, much less an unknown creature. It ate at your thoughts.

. . .

And suddenly, you took a deep intake of breaths as something heavy was lifted off of you as simply as a feather, you shot up and held a hand over your heart, trying to calm yourself. Your back was most likely not gonna help you, and neither were your most likely broken legs, well, not that broken, you still could move them, given your stupid attempt to get up off the ground.

A harsh gasp came from you, and you sat back down, feeling with your free hand at your ankles and lower leg, trying to see if it was fractured. On the inside it felt intact, on the outside however it felt like it was all scratched and bruised, for both legs had the same problem, but your right leg aches more given the weight that was put on it the most. More thoughts came about and then you raised your head, looking up to be met with what you could describe only as some sort of mer or even, leviathan. It couldn't be put in words at how silent it was, it was leaning close and stabilized with two hands on the ground, holding its body upwards.

You couldn't help your curiosity growing even more, despite the dread you were feeling, knowing that you were probably just prey in its eyes. It inched closer to you, and you had to hold back the shiver that ran down your spine once its immense, wet face was right in front of you, blocking out everything else, all you could see were the obvious scarlet, glowing eyes. To say you were one second away from running wasn't a mistake, but even if you tried, your legs would've given out the moment you get up, given just how much damage has been done already to your body.

The moment you took in a deep breath, it seemed to back away just the slightest bit, you were sure it was more scared of you then you were of it, even though it obviously had an advantage over you in most things. The first obvious one is the height, given you're about the size of an ant to it at this point. You weren't sure what to do, this was just a long staring contest between the both of you.

While most people would've run for their life or fight back, even do as much as flinch, you barely even took in a breath when it inched much closer to you than before. Not to mention it had an unreadable expression on its face, which, from your point of view, looked like a crescent moon and the variety of curves on its face couldn't give it away better than that. You wish you knew more about…Whatever this thing was, so as to know at least what would trigger its fight or flight response.

More harder given how dark it still was right now, and the fact it was still raining, but the creature's body somewhat loomed over you so much it blocked out the rain drops, it was probably trying to trick you into thinking it wasn't dangerous and then just finish you off without a second thought.

It was more than frustrating to think you would be done so easily, given all your life built up to this point, the silence is deafening, it's not a good sign, neither is the way it's inspecting you so closely. You forgot you were still in danger, given it hasn't moved a single bit, well, except for its head, but its body was as still as ever. Was it having some sort of debate on what to do with you? Okay, stop thinking that way, this creature is definitely not as dumb as you thought it would be, it's more like the smart type amongst its species. It's weird to say that too, you don't even know what it is.

It then shifted, leaning away all at once, and you once more had to hold back your breath, though that didn't prepare you for it to smirk at you. The sharp, razor teeth didn't help the matter much. It literally looked like it was about to eat you alive, not like it would be different from when you tried to do it to yourself, but glossing over that- You squeaked the moment the ground left you, and your raincoat not being helpful anymore, given how far off the ground was, you didn't dare look down knowing it would make it worse.

A sound revertabrated from its chest as you didn't move a muscle in its hold. It was so, SO, slippery and wet, yet it had such a hold. The grip around you tightened and your breath was taken away. It slipped closer and closer to the water, using its other hand, clawed tips dragging along the sand, dragging you along against your own will. A momentary midair view of the stars and then darkness.

Water surrounded you the next moment almost instantly, luckily for you, it wasn't as cold as you thought it would be, it was actually pretty warm water. Would be logical, given how hot it was outside not long ago. You blinked several times, adjusting your vision and looking around your surroundings, yep, confirmed you're being dragged deep into the ocean. It wasn't so hard to guess, seeing as many fish started to appear the more your vision cleared, yet your lungs didn't appreciate being so abused, bubbles left your mouth in an attempt to breathe.

Wherever you were being dragged to, it wasn't your home any longer. You covered your mouth with your palms, not doing much but giving you some sort of feeling that gave just the slightest bit of hope you wouldn't drown while being carried away. Was this really a reality? Or is it a dream? It feels too real to be one. The thing holding you was more than real, given that it looked at you from time to time. Your lungs didn't last long, and you started to lose consciousness, your vision blurring out most things around you. It was too much silence.

Wherever you were going to get dragged to, you just hoped it would have some air pocket space. This was the least you could think about before everything suddenly went dark, a warm embrace amongst the sudden cold in the deeper sea. It felt…Comfortable… The light was getting far too close for your liking….

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sainteda · 2 years ago

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Hiya! I saw this gifset of Kit speaking about the Wesper slow burn romance in the book vs the fast-paced relationship in the show, and I just thought I'd share it with you 😅

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hello! <3

thank you for sharing!! i don't keep up with panels or cast stuff at all anymore so i prob would have never seen this otherwise.

i've seen a few people make the same point kit makes, and i think what frustrates me is that the problem with show!wesper isn't necessarily a lack of realism or age-appropriateness (i don't actually know who is arguing that) but the error in the heart of the adaptation. because yes, sure, with older characters certain behaviour will change, so the new dynamics makes Sense (although i would like to say adding more sex is quite literally just the least challenging way of portraying an aged-up character, it is absolutely not a requisite for maturity or realism lol) — but why should it have to?? why adapt a series with the crows as half-fledged, aged-up backdrop characters (who later overshadow the supposed central plot in repeated bouts of cheap fan service) instead of one where they keep their original ages? in the duology, the crows being teenagers is literally crucial to the theme of the story. everything is 10x more impactful and devastating because of how young they are. those ages have purpose. changing them has more consequences than just changing wesper, but i'll never shut up if i start talking about them and i briefly mentioned a few qualms in The Essay, so...

obviously i don't expect kit to say/believe that the show is splintered at its core and tear apart the whole thing but yk 😭

yes, based on the changes, there's nothing illogical about a fast-paced wesper, but also — "if we're a slow burn, everyone's a slow burn" — GOOD?!!!! i have never ever met anyone who doesn't like a slow burn. it's not like slow burns pigeonhole their ships into repetitive tropes; they're universal and can be done a thousand different ways. show!wesper, however 'logical' their development may be as adults (and i'd argue the rush, the forgotten one night stand, the appalling lack of wylan as an individual and the half-hazard attempt at jesper's arc leaves Much to be desired) lacks the deliberately paced mutual longing, (mis)understanding, acceptance, trust, and love that makes book!wesper so great.

i've already talked about my discomfort with show!wesper as the only built and established lgbtq+ rep considering fivan vanished this season and if you blinked you could have missed tamadia entirely, but i will reiterate again that i think that's where A LOT of people's discomfort stems from as well. i think some people arguing in favour of show!wesper might be missing that aspect because it's a very individual, personal gripe. i won't pretend six of crows didn't lean into the bi promiscuity stereotype occasionally, but i've always loved nina and jesper and honestly never felt misrepresented or offended reading either of them. they were both capable, full characters with plenty of other attributes, virtues and vices like all the other characters. on the other hand, a fast paced lazily aged wesper, the liberal handling of jesper as comedic relief with an established pattern for sleeping around (including during important missions), the lack of mention for nina's sexuality OR explicit recognition of jesper's for that matter, all rubbed me the wrong way. personally. and that's not to mention wylan's disability being used as a prop for wesper angst, making me get angry all over again about the way kaz's disability was handled and inej's trauma and and and...

listen, i could complain forever and still find more to complain about. it'll just go on and on. sorry, once i get started i don't know how to be normal or rational about this show, i hope you don't regret your message and ty again 😭

#anti shadow and bone #wesper #ask #skylessnights

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years ago

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can i request ateez reaction to yoh falling asleep on the couch when waiting for them to comeback from work?

ateez when they find their s/o asleep on the couch

genre: fluffiest fluff, tad bit of angst in wooyoung's

word count: 1k

warnings: none

please like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

hongjoong

hongjoong never expected you to stay up for him. i mean, who are we kidding? he comes back home at the most atrocious times, varying from the early hours of the morning with caffeine stilling running in his system. but you are so persistent; it's hard to persuade you otherwise. you're always so determined to stay awake until he gets back.

only this time you fell asleep.

hongjoong smiled fondly at the sight before him. his favourite person splayed out on the couch, a blanket lazily covering your body and the tv blaring on dimly in the background. he couldn't stop smiling at the sight as he took a neat photo with you, definitely adding it to his photography collection. you looked so gorgeous. so calm and unaware of him even coming in. there was nothing that truly warmed his heart more than the perfect sight of you.

seonghwa

seonghwa chuckled warmly as he approached your sleeping body quietly. he wasn't surprised to find you asleep when he did; it was late and he knew what time you needed to get up in the morning.

"y/n-ahh," he whispered softly, taking one of your earphones out that was playing his own asmr video (which helped you drift off to sleep when he wasn't there.) "you shouldn't be here, you should be in bed," his critical tone was soft as he watched you stir and yawn.

without another word, he picked up your sleeping form into his arms and walked to the bedroom, placing you gently on your side of the bed and tucking you in securely.

yunho

yunho lent against the door frame and grinned widely as he watched you sleeping. he couldn't help but laugh as you continued to snore your head off in a very humorous manner. he just had to take a video of you like this, for future purposes, of course.

but it wasn't like you to sleep on the couch, that was for sure. he hoped you hadn't stayed up just for him but he knew that was the case.

not wanting to wake you, he tiptoed over to you and placed a fluffy blanket on top of you, making sure you were warm and comfortable. then, he went to get showered and changed, a small smile playing on his lips at the thought of how adorable you were.

yeosang

your book laid on top of your face as if you were some sort of loveable cartoon character, written into a tv show for comedic and endearing effect. yeosang couldn't help but laugh, wondering how on earth you weren't being suffocated by the heavy pages of the book.

on lifting the book off your face, relieving you from the pressure, you blinked your eyes open.

"why are you on the couch?" yeosang mused, settling down next to you and snaking an arm around your shoulder.

"i was waiting for you," you say, rubbing your eyes roughly. yeosang's heart fluttered, though he would never admit it. he smiled and pulled you against him.

"well that's very sweet of you, jagi," he mumbled shyly and kissed the top of your head.

san

"aww baby you didn't stay up for me did you?"

san pouts cutely as he looks at your half-dazed expression, waking up from your snooze on the couch.

you had done this before for him; staying up for when he gets home. it's only because it was so hard to sleep without him. both your bodies were now trained to find comfort in each other presence, and it was genuinely difficult to drift off to sleep if the other wasn't there.

so san snuggled on the couch with you, enclosing you tightly in his arms. he felt so loved that you thought to stay up for him yet again. he felt so blessed to have you in his arms once again.

mingi

"i just missed you so much."

that sentence brought tears into mingi's eyes as he walked over to the couch, which you lay on, quite comfortable in waiting for him to return home.

he felt like he didn't deserve such kindness, such pure love from you. after such a long, tiring, physically and emotionally exhausting day, there was nothing he needed to hear more than that.

he immediately went to you and curled up in your arms, holding you close to him and kissing you deeply. and he wondered how a person could feel so like home.

wooyoung

"you shouldn't have stayed up for me."

"why? i can do what i want."

"yeah but it's way too late, i don't want you to lose sleep because of me."

wooyoung felt guilty. he felt guilty about not being there when you needed him, but most of all when he came back much later than usual. time seemed to disappear and he felt so worried that you were being affected by this.

"i love you," you said sternly. "i love you and i will stay up for you." you crossed your arms and sunk back into the sofa. wooyoung tutted and laid next to you in a cuddly grumble. he knew how stubborn you were. but that made him love you just as much.

"fine, do what you want."

"oh i will."

jongho

jongho shakes you gently awake. "jagi~" his voice sounds melodic, which is surprising considering he has been singing all day. you are always surprised at how his vocal cords can manage. but of course, this is jongho. he is stronger in all aspects.

"y/n, wake up~" jongho poked at your cheek as you toss and turned, waking up slowly and mumbling something.

"you should be in bed, why are you in the living room?" jongho questioned, tucking a strand of hair elegantly behind your ear.

"i was waiting for you to get back from work," you said with one eye open. he felt a bubble of joy in his heart, feeling very much needed and loved by you. this was more than he could ever wish for.

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purplekiwis · 3 years ago

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soooo.... any sub harry coming?

subrry blurb: like you mean it

Alright, I know it took a bit longer than usual, because I got super stuck when it came to coming up with concepts. I still hope you guys like it tho <3

Warnings: SMUT: Bondage, Puppy Play, Rimming

Wordcount: 4.8k

AN: I added a little reference picture in this chapter that is signaled with a (*) but it's not super relevant to the story or anything so feel free to ignore it if you'd like :)

“I really need to go pee.”

“…Okay?” You chuckled, turning your head to watch Harry hurriedly drying his hands on a dish towel that he tossed onto the counter before fleeing to the bathroom. “Did you turn the hob off?” You blared, once the smell of crackling melted butter and cooked crepe dough began to rise inside the kitchen, overpowering the naturally sweet aroma of the fresh fruits you had been cutting into pieces over a wooden board.

“I think so.” He replied, what prompted you to drop the knife and go check.

He had turned it off indeed but had left the pan over the hot hob. You flipped the crepe and turned the stove on again, figuring that you could manage the crepes until Harry came back, since you were almost done with the fruit bit anyway.

That was when his phone first buzzed over the counter, what brought you to glance at it in response to the startling noise, however the name displayed on the lock screen caught your eye, bringing a slight furl to your eyebrows.

Rose.

Who the fuck was Rose?

You didn’t remember Harry ever mentioning any Roses… and you took pride in your ability to memorize names, if that was indicative of anything...

You weren’t planning to go all psycho mode on him over something like this though…

So you ignored the pinch of jealousy and focused back on the pile of strawberries you had been chopping into quarters.

Harry had never given you any reasons to be jealous. He was always good and devoted… and clingy, which you loved. He would never jump an opportunity to curl up against you on the couch after dinner, cuddling up to your side and even nuzzling his nose against your shoulder anytime he wanted kisses... or back rubs, or something else. Whatever it was, you always made sure to give him it. Because yes, Harry was spoiled but so were you. And that day you were feeling extra spoiled by your boyfriend, since he had decided to surprise you by stopping on the supermarket on his way home from work to get strawberries and chocolate spread just because you’d told him that you were craving crepes the night before.

So yeah, Harry really did love you. You knew he did. But this girl on his phone… It was like she was mocking you. You would turn your gaze away and try to mind your business, but the buzzes kept on coming one after the other. You weren’t trying to be that girl, but frankly… 5 texts in a row?! What was there for her to talk to him so much about?

You weren't going to ask about it but as it turns out, as soon as your boyfriend stepped back into the kitchen, the dominating side of you decided it couldn't not poke its nose a little into the matter, so you opted to do it in the simpler, most innocent looking way. “You got a few messages while you were in the bathroom.” Petty, yes... but affective.

“Did I really?” Harry sighed, lazily reaching for his phone. “I hope it’s not Grayson asking to swipe shifts again...”

You noticed he didn't seem concerned in hiding his phone from you while he went through the unread messages, which was a good sign, of course... but you couldn't say you found a lot of amusement in the way he was smiling widely at the screen. Your eyes narrowed, although Harry was too busy typing away to notice it. “Is it Grayson?” you asked as you poured another ladle of creamy batter into the frying pan.

“No, it’s an old friend from high school.” You hummed at that, swirling your wrist so that the batter would spread evenly. He stopped talking for a little while typing his answer, and you continued to cook your crepes in the meantime. “She’s moved to the city a few weeks ago and remembered I lived in the area. So, she was asking if I’d like to show her around one of these days. Introduce her to the cool places and all that.”

Your eyes narrowed again, even deeper this time. “Oh, really?” You feigned surprise as you flipped a crepe onto the serving plate. “What’s her name?”

“Well… her name is Rose, but we used to just call her Ro ‘cause she didn’t much like her name. Thought it was too old lady-like... She must like it now I guess, since she has it on social media...” He told with his eyes still fixed on the screen.

God. He was completely oblivious to the uneasiness making your belly churn uncomfortably, wasn’t he?

It didn’t surprise you that much though.

You had a feeling Harry often pictured you as some sort of confident goddess who never doubted herself… which, to be fair, was true to an extent. You usually felt quite comfortable and happy in your skin and everything regarding your relationship… but of course, you also had your insecurities like everyone else does. And lately you had been struggling a little with… feeling sexy, so to say. Not because of Harry or your sex life... that was still great, but with telework and everything else going on, you couldn't even remember the last time you looked in the mirror and got to feel pretty... Instead, you always lounged around the house in sweats, messy hair and no make-up on. Which felt nice for a while, but lately was beginning to take a toll on your self-esteem… and was apparently starting to give you trust issues now, too.

“Can I see her picture?” You requested casually, secretly hoping her profile would show you that she was so obviously vanilla that it would be impossible that your boyfriend's needs and hers would ever align, which would in turn lower the likelihood that he would be interested (according to your logic anyway). That would give you some comfort if it turned out to be true.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

She was pretty… and had that dripping with eccentricity charm and bubbliness about her that most men are sweet on - with short, bleached hair, a round little nose, and pretty doe eyes. She looked like someone who could easily be into the kinky scene too… because of course she did. Just to leave you even more unsettled than you already were.

“So, I take it you’re planning to go meet her?” You guessed, turning off the hob and taking the dirty dishes to the sink as you walked around the kitchen to go back to cutting fruit again.

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe tomorrow would be a good day 'cause I finish work earlier. So I could give her a walking tour while it’s still bright outside, and then once the sun starts to set I’d take her to go see the bridge and the lake ‘cause the view is always prettier at that time.” His eyes lifted in search for you. “What do you think, does that sound fun?”

“It sounds really fun.” Your words were cut by the repetitive sound of the knife hitting the chopping board. “Are you coming home for dinner or are you two going to have dinner together?”

“Uh… I dunno yet. I think I’m coming home, but maybe it’s best I let you know tomorrow.” You hummed in acknowledgment of his words, your chest inflating with further grudgingness as you pictured your boyfriend out having dinner with someone else. Knowing Harry, he would probably take her somewhere intimate too... with alit table decorations and authentic Italian dishes. At least that's the kind of restaurant he usually chooses when he takes you out to dinner... or used to choose. That's more like it. Cause lately he hadn't been asking you out on much, and being honest, you usually didn’t mind it… until now. Now it was suddenly bothering you.

“Uhh... baby, what are you doing?” Harry hesitantly called you out of your transfixed state once he took notice of your unrelenting chopping. “I thought we were supposed to have strawberries in pieces. You've practically minced those...”

“Shit. Sorry.” You apologized, taken aback by your own self as you began to cull at the mess you’d made. “Um- here, I’ll just fish out the bigger pieces for you and I’ll have the smaller, mushy ones. I don’t mind.”

“No, it’s fine. Never mind the strawberries, it’s just- is everything alright?”

“Yeah, of course.” You forced a smile. “Why would it not be?”

“Dunno. You looked like you were pretty caught up in something.”

“No, I was just listening to you.”

“Hm…kay.” He settled, bringing you to smile briefly at him before diving back into what you had been doing – Trying to stay properly focused this time, but right as you picked up another handful of strawberries Harry’s fingers came tugging at the back of your sleeve to call your attention. “Kissy?”

A huffed laugh escaped through your nose at his request. “Don't know, pet. I’m kinda busy right now...” You wanted to make him wait, but the adorable mewl he let out as he nuzzled his chin against your shoulder made it impossible for you to deny him. You swiveled on your feet and pulled him by the waist until your bellies were flush together. “I love you a lot, did you know that?”

Harry’s cheeks blushed pinker than roses, the same they always did whenever you told him anything of sorts. “… Stop that, ‘s giving me butterflies.” He fussed shyly, despite the smile growing on his face. “I love you a lot too.”

***

You were bored.

It’s not that you didn’t have anything to entertain yourself with… there was your phone… the book you’d yet to finish reading on your nightstand… the article you’d been planning to write for your blog… the Netflix account… not to mention all the household chores that needed doing...

But you were still bored - because Harry wasn’t home... and he wasn’t going to be home for another couple more hours, since he’d called earlier on to let you know he was going for dinner with his “manic pixie dream girl” of a friend after all. And although any other day you’d perhaps appreciate the little extra alone time you’d been given, this time it made you let out an annoyed groan as soon as Harry had hung up the call.

You dropped the phone on the table and took an unenthusiastic bite of couscous salad to your mouth, straight from the serving bowl. It wasn't like Harry was going to be eating it anyhow. You could finish the entire bowl by yourself if you very well pleased… but you weren't hungry. You were just jealous... and looking forward to him coming back.

Which was scary, a bit. You'd never felt so dependent on anyone before... but Harry was different. He was your baby. Yes, yours. Yours and no one else's. And it was pissing you off that he was out there treating some other girl with nice things while you, his girlfriend, the one he should be showing devotion to, were left at home feeling gloomy, abandoned and neglected.

And they say Doms are supposed to be the mean, evil ones...

It wasn't like the two of you didn't have a life of your own. You had friends that weren't in common, you worked different jobs and even had a few different hobbies.

You liked reading and working on your creative journal, while Harry enjoyed doing origami. Lately he had also developed an interest in learning languages from a certain fictional universe like the absolute geek that he became whenever he found a new sci-fi movie or series to obsess over.

Sometimes he also liked to combine his two hobbies together to send you “secret” coded messages hidden in paper animals. You still had to turn to Google to decode them most times, but you didn’t tell him that.

The memory of the last origami message he had sent you had you unconsciously clenching your legs together while you ate. It had been a naughty one, that had led to a good punishment. He had been such a brat that day... letting you spend 30 minutes searching everywhere for a specific pair of green lace panties that you were starting to believe had gotten swallowed by the washing machine. Seriously, you had been so baffled about the mysterious disappearance that you’d even asked Harry if he had seen them by any chance, even though you knew it was unlikely since you were usually the one in charge of the laundry task… he’d shrugged and said he had no idea at the time. Then, the next day while at work, he had sent a text to your phone asking that you’d check a drawer on your desk 'cause he had left you one of his origamis. A yellow dinosaur, with a message that translated to:

“Hi baby :) I lied about your panties. I know where they are 'cause I was the one who stole them from the basket yesterday. Made a big mess over them while you were busy having your meeting.

P.S: Better start thinking of a punishment for when I get home…

P.P.S: Check the washer again if you don't believe me.”

It could’ve flattered you, that your 3 year boyfriend still liked to jerk off to your underwear... had the reason why he had done it been righteous, and not purposefully disobedient. To be more specific, if he hadn’t deliberately done it as a result of you not letting him finish on your belly the other night, because you didn't want him to get those specific panties dirty, just so you didn’t have to scrub them clean and therefore, cause more pilling on the fabric.

But he loved to tease... and sometimes that included challenging your dominance by going against what you said just to see what you would do about it.

But you loved to tease even more, which is why you abandoned your meal after a couple more rushed forkfuls to go to put a mischievous idea into practice that involved 2 things you had ordered and had not yet used due to lack of opportunity. You were planning on taking them out of the bags over the weekend, but then realized that the spontaneity was only going to make things more exciting. Especially for Harry who had no idea that you had placed a random order from a naughty shop during the black friday sales at all.

***

“Baby?” Your boyfriend called from the lobby right as he peeked inside the living room and didn’t spot you all snuggled up on the couch under the microplush blanket, where he’d been expecting to find you.

“In here!” You answered from the en-suite bathroom, biting back a nervous smile as you applied some lipstick in front of the mirror – a cherry red shade. Harry’s favorite. “How was it? Did you have fun?” You pried when you heard his feet stepping into the bedroom wooden flooring.

“Meh. It was alright, I guess.” Harry answered unenthusiastically. You could hear him pacing around the bedroom, and judging from the familiar clacking, you figured he was putting the stuff from his pockets away. “Nothing too exciting.”

You hummed, using your finger to wipe the excess off your cupid’s bow. “Have you eaten properly?” You asked. It was something you always did whenever he got home late. Not that Harry had a habit of starving himself, but you liked to make sure his body's needs were taken care of, especially before starting anything sexual.

“Yeah, I did. We went to that sushi place with the big temaki rolls. I only ate two, but I’ve brought the leftovers home so if you wan-” He choked as his eyes laid on you. Mouth going agape with surprise. “...Are you going out?” He asked upon taking a better look at your figure. You had your bathrobe neatly tied around your waist, like you always did whenever you were getting dolled up to go somewhere. Your hair was done to practical perfection, and so was your heavy make-up.

“Yeah.” You lied, pressing your lips together to smear the color evenly.

Harry’s face scrunched beyond his control. “...to where?”

“Just for drinks, downtown.” You answered dismissively, fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror.

“Drinks?” There was a pause, where he just stood by the door looking at you finish collecting your make-up from the counter and placing it back into its respective section of the organizer. His face was washed in bewilderment, clearly finding it odd that you'd be going out at such hours in the evening, without previous notice and by yourself. “Who are you going with?”

“Some people from work.” You briefed as you passed him by the doorway and entered your bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed, to pull on the above-the-knee faux leather boots you'd picked to go with your outfit. They had a considerable heel, but the sole was a platform. What made them very comfortable to wear on a daily basis.

As you’d predicted, Harry was hot on your heels… following you into the room like a sad puppy. “Why are you going? You’re always saying their night outs are boring and that all they ever do is talk about work…” You ignored his grumbling, carrying on zipping up your boots in silence. “Just so you know,” He hesitated once your eyes shot up. “You won't find parking near the bars. Downtown is always crowded on Wednesday nights.”

“That's okay. I was planning to call an Uber anyway...”

He plopped on the end of the bed. “Okay but there are way less Ubers going around at night. You'll probably have to wait out on the street for a long time to get a lift...” You carried on ignoring Harry's speculations as you got back on your feet and pretended to check your hair on the wardrobe’s full length mirror again. “I just don’t think it’s safe for you to be out by yourself this late. I think it’s quite stupid if I’m honest.” Stupid? Oh, he was going to regret that one. He probably thought he was being sly, but you could see right through him – He wasn’t pleased by this outcome. He had been counting on coming home and having all your attention to himself, and now that your plans weren’t lining up with his expectations, he was getting sulky...

… and bratty.

Little did he know your intentions were far from what he was thinking them to be, and that making him believe you were going somewhere without him was nothing more than the start of a game whose goal was to leave him on edge. “And I think you have a lot of nerve coming home sharing your dumb little opinions I haven’t asked for, puppy.” Your eyes trailed to him, knowing your scolding wasn’t going to stop him from letting out another quip. “What’s that face for, huh? Has the little time you spent unleashed today made you forget who's in charge around here?”

The gaze you were met with was nothing short of challenging. “You’re not as in charge as you think you are.” He shrugged defiantly. “It's not like you own me anyway, is it?”

… And that was when you decided you were done talking.

Without warning, you gripped a handful of his hair, jerking back to force him to stare up. His body shuddered from unexpectedness, while his eyes fixed on yours in complete surrender. “I don’t own you, you say?” You smirked. He gulped, and reflexively pushed his knees together once you jacked up your leg and ducked your boot-clad foot between his spread thighs. Slowly hiking it up the mattress towards his cock. “Spread those legs back apart. I won’t ask twice.” He did so obediently, whimpering softly once he felt the underside of your boot gently pressing right over the fly of his jeans.

“Y/N, I-” Whatever words he was about to speak next died on the tip of his tongue once he witnessed you pull your bathrobe open. Revealing the black bondage bodywear you’d kept hidden underneath it.

It had been quite pricey, but the quality was worth the money. You’d never been a fan of those cheap, rubbery, Halloween-like outfits that looked and felt like they might rip apart at any moment while you were putting them on... besides, those never hugged the body properly like they were ought to.

This one ( * ) on the other hand, felt like it had been designed with your measurements in mind. Its shape was adjustable, satiny, and delicately complemented by a built-in harness, its golden hooks, and a pair of matching strap garters for your thighs.

It was provocative.

Vixenish, without being too vulgar. And considering way Harry’s jaw dropped, and his thoughts began to blur altogether, you were guessing he liked it just as much as you did… perhaps more, even. “…When, I mean where- why are you wearing that?”

“You’re blabbering.” You sighed, stripping off your robe. “I bought it some time ago, but I was waiting for the right opportunity to wear it, where... it doesn't really matter, does it? And why? …Well, it’s your fault, really. Left me by myself for so long, puppy… I got bored and started to want to do bad things to you.”

You turned around to let him get a good view of the outfit’s back also. It was just as detailed and pretty… but showed a lot more skin in comparison to the front. With a strappy G-string that left practically nothing to the imagination, but still enlightened your curves like the good frame does to a work of art. “Looks so beautiful, Mistress.”

“Yeah? I bet you’re dying to get your hands on me, aren’t you pretty boy?” You climbed on his lap teasingly - Not quite sitting, just hovering. The lack of contact prompting Harry’s fingers to curl into tight fists to avoid falling into the temptation of touching you. You knew he wanted to reach out to cop a feel, but you had trained him better than that. You hadn’t given him permission yet. “Oh puppy,” You tsked mockingly, “Look at you… already gone all pokey inside your jeans… and from what? Having my boot pressing on your cock? …Or maybe it was the lingerie...? Either way… ‘s a tiny bit pathetic, wouldn't you agree?”

“Please...” He pleaded with supplicating, crystal-clear eyes. Daring to lean forward and press his face against your chest, nosing at the front coverage of your lingerie, but you immediately pushed him back with a chastising “Ah-Ah.” - “Please... can I touch? Pretty please? I promise I’ll be good and do anything you say… I promise.”

“Anything I say?” You pouted once he nodded, mimicking his expression. “That’s sweet and all but baby, isn’t that what you always do anyway?” Harry grumbled in protest at that, and his fussy behaviour only got worse once you effortlessly slid off his lap and began to walk towards the room’s chest of drawers. “Close your eyes and take your clothes off brat. I got something else for us to try.”

“W-What is it?”

“Hush. Be good and do like I said. And no peeking! or else I’ll tie you up and keep you blindfolded the whole night. I don’t think you want that, do you?” He shook his head earnestly at the question, rushing to undress. You chuckled when you saw him covering himself between the legs with his hands when he was done. Finding it comical that somehow, he still got shy whenever you made him undress all by himself. As if you hadn't already seen all there was to see countless times… even the pinkish, most undisclosed parts inside his body that had never seen daylight before he met you. “I’m gonna put it on you now, okay?”

“Wait.” Harry sputtered suddenly. “It’s not going to hurt, is it?”

You snorted at the question, shaking your head amusedly. “Dunno pet, maybe it will...” You lied, just to watch his face tense, but your tone soon changed to a more deliberate one, upon noticing his body kept shuddering at the slightest movements on your part. Despite knowing it was a natural reflex of feeling vulnerable and not knowing what was coming, you didn't like the idea of Harry being afraid of you… especially when you would never ever think to cross that line in a situation like this, where it could come off as startling and unpredictable for him. “Have I ever hurt you while your eyes were closed without a warning first?”

“No, I guess not…”

“Then what are you so scared of, silly pup?” You combed his hair back with your fingers as your lips met his forehead, kneeling just so you could fasten the gift you’d gotten for him around his neck and chest. Your face beamed once a stunned gasp left his mouth, realizing what you were putting on him – a leather harness. “It’s not too tight, is it?” You asked, tugging at it with your finger to make sure you’d left at least a two-finger gap in between the neckband and Harry’s skin.

“No, it’s alright.” He giggled, legs bouncing excitedly. “Can I open my eyes now?”

“Yeah. You can open your eyes.” You okayed, getting back on your feet and stepping to the side just so he could get up and check himself in the closest mirror. He did so in a jump, gasping happily once he saw the design didn’t facet the basic black he’d been expecting. Instead, his eyes were met with a lovely, rich shade of crimson red. Why red? Because you knew Harry. He liked the dark shades on you, but for his things he always tended to seek out the most unconventional colors and finishes. When it came to BDSM gear, he usually preferred the gender neutral leatherworks too – That was how you ended up picking a full chest garter: Collared, open breasted and with several 'O' rings designed for connecting attachments: One in the middle of the chest area, another centered with the ribcage, two others in the back, and one in the collar area, where you had chosen to attach your leash.

“It’s so pretty...” Harry marveled, making your heartbeat quicken in your chest, that insisted on swelling with fulfillment upon you spotting the pleased smile stretching across his gorgeous features. “Makes me feel so pretty...” He added once you went to hug him from behind, pulling his body tightly against yours.

You allowed your mind to immerse in gentleness for a moment. “You always look pretty, Harry.” But seeing him so bare and vulnerable… it only increased your appetite to ruin him. “But I won't lie... the harness, it’s making me wanna eat that ass so bad right now...” You whispered against his shoulder, motivating a barely noticeable whimper to slip from him. But you heard it – its delicate nature stirring that lustful fire that brought out your dominance even more.

Your hand kept a firm, tight grip on the leash as your tongue began to lap at the hind of his neck, giving rise to a succession of sharp inhales that carried on escaping him through parted lips. But you didn’t stop there. Your mouth carried on moving down his spine… his hips… his ass. Kissing, flat tongue licking, and even biting at the flesh, until you found yourself kneeled behind him.

Your mouth dove in without hesitation. Focusing on the perineal area first, your warm tongue swiping from his balls to his rim at a slow pace. “Always taste so good for me…” You said it to make him relax, but it wasn’t like you didn’t genuinely love the way Harry tasted… you did, and even craved it at random times quite often. That natural musky sweetness of his skin.

Pulling away, you spat over the slit quietly. Waiting for it to start dripping down his balls before your tongue came out to drag it back up again. “Don’t take your eyes off that mirror.” You growled, noticing him looking back at you through naturally-thick lashes. “I want you to see what I see... how desperate you look when my tongue’s buried in your ass… How big and leaky your cock gets. That’ll show you who you belong to… and I won’t stop until you admit that I own you.”

“Better start eating it like you mean it then, Mistress.” Harry bit back provokingly, words melting into a moan once you wrapped the leash around your fist in one lap and tugged harshly to force his head forwards, and his spine to arch.

Submissively, he shifted his legs further apart and bent over, clasping his hands around the mirror frame and pressing his blushed cheek against the cold, polished metal - that began to fog up immediately due to his panting breaths. “God, I fucking love you.” He mumbled, once he felt you spread his ass cheeks and begin to tongue faster and deeper at his skintight hole.

“Good, 'cause I really fucking love you too.”

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loneworldgazer · 3 years ago

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itching hands

pairings: bonten x chubby!reader

a/n: this was supposed be for december but i'm impatient🕴

warnings: suggestive, bonten

life with bonten series

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these men will bark at you if you ever had the time to be insecure about yourself

hold on tight to your seat cause i'm sure these executives won't let you

especially these easter egg mfs, you never know what's in each of these peoples' minds

sanzu

he lets a lot of things slip from his mind and specially his comments about you

he ranges from thirsty to intense staring at any part of your body where if i say so, it's gonna be a lot more pg

eventhough he's weirdly obsessive of how you look, he means good! it's just that his lameo ass can't say or spell it out to you without sounding like a pervert

he enters your apartment in search of any of the haitani brothers to pick up their report on the last mission and maybe you so he could easily find the two since they always muted their phones when busy.

at first, he wanted to reward himself with a little something since he did a little running around here and there, why not look into your fridge? he slowly opened it because of instinct and almost fell on his knees when he saw sweet cakes topped with icing. he reached out to it as if it's begging for him to just eat it up and he drooled with how soft it looked but a grab to his wrist startled him when he looked at the person in alarm, a quirk of your eyebrows immediately lead him to explain what he's here for.

"uh searching for haitani- by the way can i eat that-" you wiped his drool that ran down his chin with a tissue hastily, in full exaggeration the bright pink haired man is an absolute sweet tooth. he finally let his eyes set on you and he looked comedic with his wide eyes when he looked down at your soft thighs in the comfy shorts you wore.

you ignored his staring and sighed, pointing to the label of the sweet cake which had rindou's name on it but you changed your mind due to said man pouting and took out the cake and peeled off the label, offering to sanzu who drooled again but he doesn't know what's his drooling for anymore (rindou can always order another cake anyways). you closed the fridge and stretched, moving into the living room to lay on the sofa.

he felt content with his dessert, all he needed was a place to sit and he just felt that the perfect place was between, between, man he couldn't help it but stare at plushiness of your thighs. he wanted to bite it.

"can i lay myself between your thighs?"

a silent staring contest was held maybe, if people were to walk in at the moment but with a smirk you patted yourself.

"go ahead darling"

after a while

"y/n did you ate my cake!?" rindou gruffly yelled out and he didn't know what did he just walked into, you brushing and massaging sanzu's head while he hums and kisses up your thighs with the empty plate near his feet and rindou massaged his temples to not drag the male between your thighs into a body bag.

but he failed so sorry sanzu.

ran walked in with an amused stare when sanzu haven't noticed them yet and y/n laughed to rindou who was starting to march up to sanzu to grab both his ankles.

ran lazily stumbled to the sofa with his legs spread while watching whatever the hell the two were doing when sanzu finally woke up from his fantasies, fly high sanzu🕊🕊

ran leaned in to whisper to you when you secretly recorded the fight, asking why you finally offered sanzu a place to lay when you didn't let him lay between when he asked you so many times. you looked over at him with your mischevious eyes and he knows damn well he needs to do more than just asking.

extra!!:

"WAAAHH Y/N THEY BULLIED ME !!" you don't if sanzu's faking his loud crying or not with tears begin to slip past his cheek when he pointed at the haitanis and rindou had no shame in admitting what he done when his older brother blinked in confusion.

you tried to hold in any chortles or laughter coming out because the pink boy had his worst when rindou bent his leg over his head while muttering how he should've killed sanzu from day one. you held out your arms and he immediately flopped you to the coach when he pushed and smothered into your scent.

the haitanis still don't why you adore that crazed man baby who likes killing people and making them confess their crimes, you said you found it really annoyingly cute that's why you had haru in your arms who nibbled on you like a baby.

just hope that the treatment with haru doesn't go on and on and you actually do something about it instead of kissing his tears away and cuddled with him.

kakucho

he feels disrespectful to how much staring he does to you on a daily basis

the way you walk, your hips popping and the curve of your hip dips makes him go crazy

he wonders if he could just hold onto your waist or just touch onto your hips, he might faint touching the roughness of your stretch marks as if he's been blessed by pure heaven

he's obsessed with how you present yourself to the others

if only he was a little more bolder, he could admire it closer if he just asked (?)

"have you taken an interest in y/n, kaku?" ran's eyes glanced at kakucho's hard staring at your crossed legs and he stopped, scoffing at ran's word but the older haitani had a plan up his sleeves.

y/n sat nearby kokonoi's table doing their own thing, looking like a sweet thing that had kakucho's glued on them that ran couldn't help pointing it out and it didn't help kakucho's poor heart when mikey suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"kakucho, please assist y/n on where's they want to go at the moment" it made kakucho perk up, startled by the sudden job of bodyguard and he looked back at ran who winked at him. no no no this isn't what he wanted, what was he planning?

it's annoying on how this puppy crush of his grew even more worse, your whole personality draws him towards you, making him feel like a kid again because of how nonchalant you are with him. he felt laidback being with you is like the calm after a storm with his work and shenanigans in bonten.

he watched from a distance when you looked over the things on your list, kakucho also gathered some of the things you wanted into a little basket and cancelling some out so you didn't have to get them anymore and you thanked him with your pretty smile.

he scanned the area around him and held himself back from punching when this one creepo think they're being sleak with how they kept eyeing you, kakucho either think he was a pick pocket or a flirt but he kept a good metres away from him to see what he was doing but he was ready to turn towards you if they got any closer.

you turned towards kakucho, waving your hand to come to you and he immediately went, feeling more pissed off towards the person creeping in on you slowly but he felt your rough palm on the skin of his wrist wrapping it around your waist. he unconsciously squeezed around you, pulling you close as he shot a nasty glare towards the person who backed off, seeing the intense look from the half blind which they didn't dare messing with.

you both walk away, heading towards the counter as you laughed behind the palm of you hand; still in position of kakucho tightly holding onto your waist where he panicked when he realized how hard he's latching onto you.

"hah~ you're so-"

still choking on your laughter, he akwardly shuffles to the side in embarassment and it added more fuel to the fire when he remembered how he held your waist and he excused himself before combusting in front of you and went away for a few seconds.

you have to say but you gotta thank ran for this plan, even if the creepo appeared out of nowhere, atleast you got to see how bonten nunber 3 reacts to his dream coming true~

kokonoi

he mostly admires you in silence and gets distracted if he ever talks to somebody

just his eyes trailing down every curve on your body and just daydreams about them (as in like cuddling pls)

the other executives would notice how his eyes are always on you in every meeting youre in and would tease him about it when you leave the room like ran would comment 'so thats where your head was this whole time hm?'

kokonoi love your pictures, he feels creepy stalking your pictures but he can't help but gush into the palm of his hand of your stunning you look, you make him faint whenever you had suprise pictures of you in dresses and he feel like his whole body is on fire.

ran taps the head of his pen to the temple of kokonoi's head and he slams his phone down and put on a poker face, it faltering when he clenched his teeth already knowing what's coming. ran sneered to how much of a simp he was and flicked the back of his head, pointing towards the door of his office; telling him any moment you're gonna come by and koko swats his hand away, knowing the haitani was just teasing him but his eyes nearly bulged out when you actually swung by.

all sleepy and dreamy like, his heart getting squeezed and the older haitani patting you towards koko who unexpectantly had you in your lap, your weight tapping him out of his daydreams as you hugged him tighter.

"my my, tired baby ain't ya?" he put on his proper poker face he got from the back of his desk, trying not to falter when you sleepily ranted on how work was terribly tiring and he patted your back shakily, not wanting to push you off due to extreme nervousness. he joked with you telling that he could just pay you easily if you work under him and you pushed his chest with your head bonk .

"ywou drhon just-mphm-hrmm" him heating up to how close with you works because he was the best heat warmer you could ask for, he felt bad for moving you to the coach but he just needed a comfortable position for you sleep in because you sitting on him? naaah, he's a puddle by the end of it.

the urge to take a picture was really strong so he took out his phone and angle his phone down to catch your drool slipping out of you and smiled feverishly to how dorky you looked.

koko felt like he could fuck up more of his feelings staring at your sleeping face, he rubbed his finger on your fat cheek you smooshed onto the coach and shifted a little in your sleep to adjust the blanket more closer to you. koko's touches were hesitant, didn't want to be a pervert when all he did was touch your soft cheek.

he wanted to just hold you close to his chest and have you against him but his prickling anxiety said otherwise, his awful thoughts and stubborness entertaining the shit out of him. you nearly give him a heart attack when one of your eyes open when he wanted to take his second picture and you latched onto his wrist. koko squawked and you couldn't help but burst out in guffaws to how panicked he looked when you caught him.

if anyone saw this scene, koko surely would die of embarassment and he'll dig his grave himself but unfortunely he will eventually when the blinking red of somebody's recording was capturing every moment of it.

haitani brothers

the duo who makes you nervous with their hard stares on you

these two are also pretty touchy so it's dangerous when they're handsy with one of your body parts

rindou are obsessed with your chubbiness, poking it just to see his finger bounce back; comedically

he loves being close with you because you're so squishy??? the type of guy who plays with your squishiness like you're a stress toy and holds himself back from biting

you're the greatest fridge or heat bag on the off days he haves, just wrapped up in blankets and you makes him sleep like a baby

as discussed earlier, ran wants to his head between your thighs; don't be suprised when one day he felt like he should get killed by them and you reject his acceptance towards death

he's a leg man and likes sleeping on your lap or kissing them or he just does anything with them (if you don't mind)

you just gotta remember these two are menaces right next to sanzu cause they'll bother you about it like forever if they can

after seeing the endless babying of sanzu, rindou turns to his brother who was lost in his thoughts and tapped his shoulder with the back of his hand. he lifted his eybrow, needing a response to how quiet he became and ran gave him a sly smile.

"you look at y/n like you wanna eat them up" ran shrugged, placing his elbow on rindou's shoulder as he slipped a comment on how he can eat y/n in other ways while rindou scrunched up in disgust. sanzu then emerged right next to rindou, telling them to give their report; damn well distracted when you started brushing and massaging his head a few moments ago.

rindou pointed towards the window, telling sanzu to fetch the files in his car while 'lightly' threatening him to buy another cake for him and the pink haired boy waved him off as if his threatening didn't give him flashbacks to how rindou almost squeezed his organs out of his ribcage when he looked at the empty plate.

when sanzu disappeared out of the house, rindou pulled you by the waist and onto his lap. squeezing your fat and kissing up your neck, he grazed a sweet spot but you swatted him telling him what's gotten into him. ran lay his head on your lap and looked like a satisfied brat when you look back at him then his brother all confused like.

rindou couldn't spare anymore time so he whispered in your ear, telling how much of a nuisance his older brother was and pleaded you to let him do what he wished to do. ran quirked his eyebrows, leaning up to kiss you while you teased him more by placing a finger on his lips.

"using your brother as a way to get me to do your thing instead of asking me in the nicest way? how cruel haitani, don't you know how torturous it is for your brother to put up with you?"

he smirks, knowing how much of a tease you were and feigned his sigh. rindou clamped his hands over this ears to not hear whatever the hell is this and tilted his head comfortably on your neck.

you shifted off rindou's lap, letting the man going after your sweet self place his head on your tummy as he happily shifts himself to a tiny nap to wait for sanzu to get back from whatever he got himself into because they could hear him shouting at the phone when he was unlocking the car door.

you looked over at rindou and placed a finger on your lips, smiling with your eyes closed when you don't want to disturb his sleeping brother in bliss.

ran just doesn't need to know rindou had his many turns sleeping with you this week compared to him~

mikey

he likes sleeping on you, his titled pillow he seeks for at the end of the day

he usually goes to you whenever he has a hard time sleeping and you try your best to advice him on how he should take care od his eyebags and weak body

he likes listening to your whispering before he goes to sleep so he asks you to talk more (command maybe)

"mikey..?"

"mph?"

"please i need to get up"

he uses your entire body as a pillow to swing his leg over ._. . from the very start, he makes you worried that you might've done or said something wrong to him but his thoughts were completely filled with how he can melt into you and be a handy pillow for him if he can't sleep easily.

to break the ice of what he thinks of you, you hummed quietly and awfully close to him on why he was staring at you but he completley dodges the question, rather he wants to show you why he's staring so he asks if he can touch you. he was uo close and personal on the first into with you but he didn't have bad intentions.. because afterwards you were legit cradling him.

sanzu was raising his eyebrows teasingly when their boss was sound asleep on your shoulder and you run your hands to his hair while glaring at sanzu to not make any noise. kakucho tried putting a straight face on but it's complelety leaving him when he heard his boss sleep talk.

he was babbling nonsense to you which you tried to reply to him but his mouth was jammed shut because there was some point where he got mad at you for not replying and sanzu was rolling on the floor and kakucho had to walk out to laugh with sanzu, dragging the pink hair out of the office. you cooed at him to relax instead of thrashing back and forth and he stopped, planting his face into your neck which makes you feel really tickled.

you're just grateful he's getting some sleep and you kissed him good night and a faint smile shows up on his face when you hugged him tight.

(and the other executives in the other room cracking up about mikey and you NSBJSBD)

akashi

he likes carrying you, stealing you away from the other executive when they're disturbing you

you can't feel insecure with this man because he was the dirtiest way with his words that he whispers to you that can turn any guy or girl red

he'll surely gouge out any prying eyes that mock or stare at you for too long

"why cat got your tongue?" your mouth agape when he was busy doing pushups on the mat and his back muscles flex even more when you came by, the smirk on his face didn't help making you flustered while you sat near him. panicking on the inside, he stopped for a water break and sat next to you.

you prayed to not shake so visibly becaue this hot ass man right now makes you lose all sense of human nature with how big he was, he placed his bottle down and shifted closer to you. bending down a little to arch his back to crack a little, he said he needed you on his back for his pushups. he can easily see the confusion you had on your face and he chuckled, getting up to begin and he usher you to start climbing on his back.

"cmonnn~ i'm strong, you're afraid i'll drop you?"

this man wanted a death wish but you think you'll die first because of how much of a tease he was, his back was kinda comfortable so you tugged on him like a koala, he called you needy and he says he's right you'll enjoy it. enjoy what exactly? too scared to ask this man because of the potential of a heart attack.

it becomes a daily thing to be honest, just having you on his back to flex off his strength that you were impressed that he didn't break and kept his composure. he held you close or carries you on his back cause he wants to, running away from the others who were fighting over you.he was a dangerous man because he could easily take your breath away with how secretive he is.

heck, i think he just did.

tag tag: @lucylicious , @turksueme , @haruchyio , @fyotituti , @coconois , @gyros-cum-sock , @ashrakat-lovesbaji , @dragon-chica

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thechangeling · 3 years ago

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If I keep my eyes closed

When I was a kid in school I used to barely follow the criteria for projects. Like I would reference maybe one sliver of the required material and then do something completely different and it always pissed my teachers off. This fic is starting to remind me of that. Sorry Alex lol.

Along time ago I told @spooky-drusilla that I would write a tynush fic and then I never did. So consider this chapter your tynush fic...sort of. What can I say I never follow the guidelines. Maybe it's the ADHD?

The previous two chapters for this fic are on my masterlist.

Cw: Alcohol use, mention of murder, binge drinking and using alcohol as a coping mechanism.

Chapter 3: But aren't you?

3. Ty was warm.

It was a pleasant relaxing warmth. Not too hot, like the sweltering oppressive heat of the summer which caused him to sweat through his clothes and creating the disgustingly painful itchy feeling of sensory overload.

No this was considerably much better. Ty felt... almost happy. Content.

He was sitting in the common room with Anush, basking in the warmth of the freshly stoaked fireplace. It was just after one and they had solved a particularly harrowing case with Alyssa as their consultant. Somebody had been murdering young werewolf women in the London area. Ty selfishly had been a little concerned that they might cross paths with Kit, but thankfully he was still in Devon.

But it was done. It was over, and the great trio had another victory under their belts. Alyssa bought them Arizona hard iced tea to celebrate but she couldn't stay. She had plans with her older sister whom she had reconnected with. Anush didn't drink so Ty was left consuming their haul.

Which in hindsight perhaps wasn't the best idea. If he was more socially adept he might have remembered to ask if it was ok if he drank when Anush wasn't, but he didn't seem to mind.

"I have to say I'm actually impressed," Anush said softly, keeping his voice low in order to not disturb their fragile peace. Ty appreciatated it. He had a nice buzz going on. A tinkling sensation starting in the base of his skull and traveling down his spine before spreading out across his shoulders.

"You're certainly not a lightweight like I thought you would be." Anush teased.

The sound of his voice only added to the sensation. Everytime he whispered it was like warm honey dripped across his nerve endings. It was a strange feeling, but certainly not unpleasant. It was certainly a rare feat, for Ty to be so relaxed in someone's presence. A feeling he usually only experienced with Livvy or Alyssa.

Or before with... with Kit.

"Well what can I say?" Ty replied lazily. He was a little embarrassed to realize he was slurring his words. "I'm full of surprises I suppose."

Whatever shame Ty had felt before evaporated at the look Anush gave him. It was so warm and hungry and..

Worshiping. Ty realized with a shiver. He didn't quite understand. Didn't know how he felt about it. About Anush. It was all too much.

Anush laughed. "Yeah I've noticed Sherlock. You're.." He trailed off with a shake of his head. "Ty you're brilliant. Seriously, I mean so is Ali, but you've just got this way of just seeing things you know?

Ty shrugged. "I guess?" He was never good at receiving compliments. They made him feel hot and sticky inside, like summer.

Anush seemed to sense that he wanted to drop the matter and didn't continue.

"Hey by the way, I- uh I wanted to ask you something." He looked nervous. Ty had noticed over time that Anush always got this little crinkle in between his eyebrows whenever he was worried.

Ty would never admit this to anyone but he thought it was pretty cute.

He willed himself to snap out of it and focus on what Anush was saying. "Of course," said Ty with a nod. Anush licked his lips and Ty force himself not to stare.

"I was just wondering, and there's really no easy way to say this so I'll just say it, do you have feelings for Kit Herondale?

Ty prepared himself to immediately deflect and refuse to talk about it like he always does. But then something gave him pause. He tilted his head and stared and the boy in front of him. Ty had never been great at reading people. Reading their expressions and figuring out what they wanted. But Anush had this curious openness about him.

He looked afraid of Ty's answer. But he was also giving Ty that same hyper focused gaze, like he couldn't bear to tear his eyes away.

"Why?" Ty asked. "Why do you want to know?" With the others it seemed obvious. But Anush..

He could just be curious. But on the other hand maybe was something else.

Anush sighed, staring at Ty silently for a moment. Then he reached out slowly and ran his fingers down the side of Ty's cheek.

Oh.

It was just a touch too light but still. Ty's skull tickled and hummed. He sucked in a breath and released it carefully, trying to control his racing heartbeat.

"The truth is," Anush said. "I really like you Ty. Romantically I mean."

Ty's thoughts were racing. There were a million things he probably could have said at that moment. Certain things he should have said. Or asked. But what came out was,

"Can you use your fingernails? Please?"

Anush grinned. "Well since you asked so nicely."

And oh God, when Anush lightly scratched down the side of Ty's cheek it was as if he was touching every cell in Ty's body. That familiar tingling sensation at the top of his spine spread outwards and kissed at every finger of his being.

Ty hummed involuntarily, closing his eyes. He heard Anush laugh again. He loved his laugh. It wasn't mocking or harsh, just full of pure joy and heart.

"You're like a cat I swear," Anush mused. Ty opened his eyes and smiled lazily, still feeling weighed down by the alchohol. Which probably only proved Anush's point.

"Wait sorry actually maybe I shouldn't have said that," Anush said quickly, looking guilty.

Ty shrugged casually. "If it was some stranger then I probably wouldn't be too happy about it," he confessed. "But I don't mind if it's you."

I don't mind if it's you.

Ty's heart lurched. Stabbing pain gnawing at him through the bliss. This was exactly the sort of thing he had wanted to avoid. This is why he didn't want a relationship.

And it hurt, seeing the way Anush was looking at him, so full of love and Ty couldn't stop thinking about Kit.

Do you have feelings for Kit Herondale?

"Hey," Anush murmered softly. "Where did you go?"

Ty shook his head. "I'm sorry. I'm not quite sure what you want from me. But I don't think I can give it to you. It's not that I don't feel-" he hesitated, willing his voice not to break.

"Is this because of Kit?" Anush asked. He didn't sound angry.

Ty really didn't see the point in deflecting anymore. "Yes."

Ty pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. He wished Ali was here.

He wished Livvy was here. She was disappearing on him more and more frequently.

"Are you in love with him?"

Ty bit his lip to stop himself from making a noise. He was shaking.

"Hey," Anush cooed. "It's ok."

Ty buried his head in his knees. "No it's not," he groaned, his voice slightly muffled. "It's never ok." He was trying desperately not to let the flood gates open, or to the open the box and let his emotions overwhelm him.

"You don't understand," Ty said quietly. He lifted his face and stared mindlessly ahead at the crackling fireplace. "I hate wearing this stupid necklace. I hate having his family symbol on me."

He had gone home very recently to visit his family and it had taken Julian about five seconds to recognize the symbol and ask if Kit had given it to him. And Ty of course didn't want to lie to Julian so he said yes.

Then Helen had overheard and cheerfully asked if he and Kit were together, probably quite oblivious to the damage she was doing. But Dru on the other hand looked like she was witnessing a car crash. She had grabbed him and pulled him away, insisting she needed his help with something before he could answer.

But the knife had already sunk in.

"I hate having everyone look at me like I'm his."

"But aren't you?" Anush asked. Ty turned his head to his side to glare at him.

"Don't look at me like that, I don't mean in a relationship way or even in a possessive way. What I mean is your heart is his and you honestly don't hide it well Ty," Anush said sadly. "I thought that maybe I could change that, make you see me that way."

"Anush," Ty protested softly.

"No it's ok Ty," he smiled slightly, tracing Ty's cheek again. "I think you've got some stuff to figure out. And I'm just realizing now that maybe I shouldn't get in the way of that. You try to pretend that you're all head and no heart but I know better."

Ty sighed. "It hurts," he admitted. "When will it stop hurting?"

Anush removed his hand. "I can't answer that Ty. That's really up to you."

Ty scoffed. "Well in that case." He reached out and grabbed another Arizona hard iced tea. He cracked open the tab and took a large gulp from the can.

Are you in love with him?

It didn't matter. Ty was going to get so drunk he wouldn't be able to remember the answer.

Not me giving Ty my unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Anush: "process your fucking emotions!"

Ty already five drinks in: Lol my what now???

Tagging: @lavender-scented-rat @thefoxandthefound @littlx-songbxrd @queenlilith43 @arangiajoan @tired-vin @have-a-holly-jolly-angstmas @phoenix-and-dragon @amchara @wagnerthedragon @sandersgrey @the-wckd-powers @spooky-drusilla @unhinged-aroace @blacktothepink @the-blackdale

#kit x ty #tynush #ty blackthorn #anush joshi #ty bb go to therapy ❤#tsc #twp

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lovelywingsart · 3 years ago

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Turning Cogs

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/Her) --

Remember 'Apologies'? Well, this is more or less a type of 'follow-up'! Over 20 years later. I may also make a small timeline, or an explanation post about it, but anyway-

This was also a cute fun one, and my favorite right next to 'Chase'. I just... I love cute things for them... I need more cute things for them. It makes me feel a little better.

Please, please don't hate me for what's coming next. (That is, IF I choose to post it immediately after this... I may wait a bit until another story or two is up...)

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3 **

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*Warning?: Cute sappy shit, read at your own risk eue

Summary: A 'task' given years ago leads to a small solution near the end of the line. Emmy has a gift! But what is it? What significance will it hold? Alot more than she thinks, that's for sure!

The factory ran smoothly, production went on as usual, and the hope of freedom permeated the air as the date of the 'revolution' drew near. A few days... It was only a few days. Supposedly, at least. Emelia found herself simply wandering the factory at times, much like Heisenberg himself. Sure, she worked, but it often helped ease her mind of the now constant nervous jitters she found herself experiencing. But she now currently walked with a purpose, making her way to the notorious metal man with an eager hop in her step.

As she wandered the halls, she mused to herself how great all of this had become. The factory, the creations, even the small 'bond' she shared with the man who ran it all. It wasn't much of one, she thought, but recently it had become almost... like a dream. Like an odd, welcoming dream after their talk some weeks ago. He tried... He actually did try, she noticed. After so many years, she had come know the man very well, and the small changes he had made in just a few weeks time were highly evident. She enjoyed them... Thoroughly, at that. He didn't even change himself, and it wasn't a forced change. It was... Natural.

As if the changes were being held back for years.

She found herself smiling more with him. Smiling and genuinely enjoying herself, even laughing at times when they were alone. Even the mechanical menaces didn't prove to be much of an issue lately... Even as she wandered past, the creatures simply ignored her. Sure, she was still somewhat worried about the upcoming events, but she found it easier to keep her mind off of them and relax when he was around. It was wonderful, really.

She made her way to the upper levels after a while with just the smallest bit of excitement. A small jingling in her pocket could be heard as she jogged to the elevator that boosted that feeling, and she couldn't help but smile again. She knew what the sound was... She had been thinking about the small items for years. Literal years. She kept them with her at times ever since he had given her the task well over 20 years ago, and they hadn't left her mind since. Only recently had she finally had an idea for them, and while she had initially considered it a little dumb, it was the only thing she could think of. She just hoped he would agree.

She stepped off the elevator as it creaked to a stop, making her way through more doors and halls until she finally made it to a gold and copper encased door with the 'family' crest in the middle. She paused before opening the door, running her hand along the impression of the stallion that adorned the crest. She had to admit, she had grown fond of it over the years... Knowing that it was coming to a glorious 'end' only filled her with more eagerness as she pressed her palm to the horses nose and opened the door. She was met with an echoing, deep hum of a quiet song. It was one that she recognized, and she couldn't help but join the hum as she rounded the corner. The other hum paused for only a moment, followed by a light chuckle before it continued, now with quiet words.

As she finally reached the personal workshop, she was met with Heisenberg slightly hunched over his work table, a pencil in his hands and small metal objects 'dancing' around him lazily as he sung their tune. Despite the small scraps, he was relatively calm, tilting his head as she approached. His singing only stopped with a chuckle as she casually wrapped her arms around his chest, pressing her face to the back of his neck. It was a common gesture going both ways, and she felt a scarred hand reached to hold her arm.

"Hello there." He mused, turning his head slightly.

"Why did you stop singing?" Emelia asked, being met with a chuckle.

"Because you're in the room now."

"Would you like me to leave then?"

"No, I think prefer you right here." Heisenberg chuckled, finally turning in her arms to face her. He simply leaned back against the table, wrapping one arm around her waist while using the other to direct the scraps to float around them. "Is there something you needed?"

She watched the scraps flutter as if they were moths, tilting her head slightly.

"I came to tell you something. Or... 'give', rather." She said simply, her eye moving to meet his as she leaned against him. He raised a brow in interest.

"Oh?" He said, pausing his hand movements for a moment. "And what could you possibly have to give me?"

She couldn't help but give a small smile, carefully taking a step back, careful not to hit one of the scraps.

"Do you remember that... 'task' years ago? With the defect cogs?"

He watched her for a moment, light confusion entering his features. The cogs... Cogs?? Wait, those cogs??? She couldn't have POSSIBLY meant THOSE cogs. He vaguely remembered the situation, and his nose scrunched.

"Emmy, that was... That was how long ago??" He said, crossing his arms slightly.

"A few years..."

"A few??"

"Ok, more than a few. But that's besides the point." She shook her head reaching into her pocket almost hesitantly. "I believe I found something for them..."

Heisenbergs brows raised in legitimate surprise.

"You what???" He asked, slowly lowering the scraps to the floor as Emelia took hold of something In her pocket. He shook his head. "There... You couldn't have. That task was a joke. A test to see what you would do under stress."

"Well, I didn't take it as one." She shrugged. "You're a sneaky twit, Heisenberg. I wasn't going to let an obvious trick sway me."

"It seemed to 'sway' you back then." He smirked lightly, nearly laughing at the sudden redness that entered her cheeks as vivid memories played in her mind. She rolled her eye and pulled her hand out, her fist curled around something.

"'Tricks' aside, I never stopped thinking about it, and I've finally thought of something." She said, ignoring the knowing chuckle he gave. She cleared her throat slightly, looking at her hand. "Just... promise you won't laugh."

"Why would I ever laugh at you, Emelia?" He mused, only to chuckle again and hold up his arms as she glared at him. "Alright, alright, I'm done. What did you think of?"

"Well..." she started, taking a breath. "I was looking at them, and the holes went all the way through to the other sides, and had some other small ones. They were pretty useless for most things I could come up with, but..."

She opened her hand, letting something fall and clink together- hanging from her fingers were the cogs, each carefully welded to three smaller cogs and wrapped with thin, copper wire, with a thick, black string through the main defective holes. Each main cog held a small bit of red stone in the middle, adding a small bit of color to the otherwise metallic items. She brought them slightly closer to her chest, a deeper blush forming on her face as she watched Heisenbergs eyes widen with simultaneous surprise and interest. Emelia cleared her throat slightly.

"I, um... I'm not the best or most creative, I suppose... and I had the string Donna gifted me, with some of the glass pieces from the Reservoir... I found the wire pieces around here..." she managed, looking at the small necklaces. "It's... It's not much..."

She fell silent for a moment, looking up at the man in front of her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. His face held a strange mixture of emotion as he held out a hand, beckoning her forward. She held out the hand with the necklaces as she moved, swallowing hard as his fingers gingerly went behind one of the pieces and brought it forward to inspect it.

"... You actually made these?" He asked. She nodded.

"Just some minor welding and scrap melts for the smaller ones..." she replied quietly, watching as his eyes seemed to inspect every small detail. She then frowned slightly. "I... I-I'm sorry, it's... They're stupid-"

"No, no... Not stupid..." he said quietly, now holding both. Each of the smaller cogs were made of different mixed materials, providing an interesting effect once they hit the light. "They're... Impressive."

She perked up slightly.

"Really...?"

He nodded.

"Why are there two?" He asked, glancing up at her with interest. She worked her jaw slightly.

"I... I thought maybe... um..." she tried, avoiding his gaze. "I thought... perhaps... we could each have one... maybe?" She managed, her voice quiet.

There was silence for a few moments, and she could feel his gaze as he fully looked at her. It wasn't until he chuckled that she looked at him, surprised to see a grin on his face.

"Brilliant idea, Emmy." He said, trailing one of the strings up to where her hand held them to carefully remove one from her grip. She stared at him.

"... Really?"

"Sure!" He chuckled, bringing the one he held close to his face to look over it once more. "May I ask what the inspiration was?"

"I... didn't really have one..." she replied, only to go rigid as he reached forward and took hold of her arm to pull her closer.

"Hm." He gave a hum, looking at her once more. "I'd say your pretty creative, Emmy, not even I could think of this."

"It only took me 20 years..." she managed to joke, tilting her head as he held the string open on the necklace he held. "What are you doing-"

She stopped as he reached forward, her face heating up as he simply rested the necklace around her own neck. She looked down as his hands traced the string, caressing the small gears before resting it against her chest.

"I think it suits you." Heisenberg chuckled, holding his hands to the side as if he had achieved something grand with slipping it on. Emelia couldn't help but give a light snort, keeping her eye on it.

"I suppose so..." she replied simply, her eye moving to the one she still held. She was quiet for a moment before taking a breath, doing the same with the second necklace.

She turned it and held it up to his head, opening the string. He was still as she managed to slip it around his own neck, nearly chuckling with amusement as she watched it rest against the necklaces he already wore. She took her hands away, tilting her head as she looked at it. It didn't look TOO odd against the other items...

"Suits you, too..." she said quietly, her hands resting along his chest. He nearly laughed.

"Well congratulations, your task is complete. I'll be damned." He snorted, finally setting his hands on her hips. "Good work."

"You're just saying that..." she chuckled, looking up at him. He shrugged.

"I mean it." He suddenly gave a genuine smile. One she could see in his eyes, and it made her breath catch in her throat. "Thank you, Emelia."

She couldn't help but return the smile, slowly wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. He returned the action, his arms surrounding her waist as he pressed his face to her shoulder.

"You're an odd one, Emmy." He nearly whispered.

She could feel his smile against her skin as she chuckled, resting her chin on his own shoulder.

"So are you, Heisenberg." She replied. "You're the oddest one of them all."

"Ah, I beg to differ." He chuckled, using his hand to raise the small scraps from before into the air again, twirling his finger slightly to make them circle the two slowly. Emelia kept her smile, turning her head to bury her face into his neck.

"Beg then, Metalhead."

"Hm." He hummed, pressing a light kiss to the side of her neck. "I think I will."

She lifted her head to question, only to let out a surprised yelp as he suddenly hoisted her over his shoulder.

"Karl!!!"

"Aht aht, no fighting!" He chimed, amused as she started to squirm before he began walking to the side door of the workshop. She only stopped squirming momentarily with a surprised laugh as he pinched her side.

"The bloody hell are you doing?!" She tried, unable to hide her own amusement as he kicked open the door and went down the small hall leading to the 'living quarters'.

"Guess this really does make you the 'lady' of the factory then, yeah?" He joked. She squirmed again, earning another pinch.

"Call- HEY- C-Call me a 'lady' again and see what happens...!!" She laughed, only to nearly stumble back as he suddenly heaved her down, holding into him to keep her balance. She was met with a quick kiss, keeping the smile on her face.

"Fine then, the 'wench' of the factory." He joked, letting out his own laugh as she smacked his shoulder.

"That's even worse you twit!"

"Ah, no need for that, Emmy!"

He nudged her forward, giving another quick kiss before she nearly fell over as the edge of the bed hit the back of her legs.

"Are you mad?!" She laughed, nearly falling back as he nudged her again. Instead she just flopped back, holding out her arms for him as he crawled over her with a chuckle.

"I was planning on taking a break anyway." He replied simply before falling to his side next to her. She chuckled as his arms suddenly went around her, bringing her tightly to his chest.

"I still have work to do!" She argued, though didn't actively try to get away. Instead, she cuddled to his chest as he snorted.

"Doesn't seem like you're all too concerned about it, Doll."

"Maybe because you're warmer than the Foundry."

"I'll take that at a compliment."

"As you should."

She couldn't help but relax in his arms, her gaze drifting to the gear necklace around his neck. It made her feel... proud. Proud and another feeling she couldn't quite pin down. She reached up and caressed it lightly, feeling as he looked down.

"You really like them...?" She asked quietly, only to jump as he cupped her chin and had her look at him.

"I love them." He replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Stay here for a while, we'll get back to work soon."

She was silent with a smile, nodding and nuzzling under his chin carefully before wrapping her own arm around him.

"Fine... I get to decide the next break time, then." She said. He chuckled.

"It's a deal."

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buckleyx · 5 years ago

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MOTHER TONGUE T.H

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Requested: Yes, by this sweet anon - Hey I saw your requests are open so here is one for you :) Being Tom Holland’s girlfriend and being from another country (I myself am from Denmark) and he just loves it when you speak your native language. One day you forget what something is called in English so you try to explain (like a lid for a pot = the little hat for the pot) and he just finds it super adorable:)) Hope you are having a great day!

Warnings: flufff

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You had lived with Tom for about 2 years now in your shared London apartment. It was cozy and decorated just the way you both liked it. It was perfect and it was home. It had taken a while on deciding where exactly you wanted home to be. Did you want a shared house in London or your home town? It was quite a process but after careful consideration you both decided that London was the best option. You had friends and Tom family here and it was just practically easier for Tom when he had so many upcoming projects coming up in the big city.

You met Tom through a mutual uni friend. 3 years ago you came to England to study and your english back then was not exactly something to write home about. But you were proud of how much you've grown, spending more and more time in the city has helped you improve in the best way possible and even your accent started to become less and less noticeable.

Your friends just loved it when you teached them new words in your language. Especially Tom. He could stay up al night just listening to you talk with family. He absolutely adored it. The accent, the way you felt so comfortable and fluent. His biggest wish was being able to understand every word you spoke but even he knew how difficult that was after those countless failed duolingo attempts. So your boyfriend just listened, he sometimes didn't even need to understand, he could tell by the way you acted or behaved what you were trying to say.

It was a late friday night and you just came back from a whole day of classes. You were tired and Thomas could tell by the way your accent became thicker with each sentence. As much as you yearned to cuddle up next to your boyfriend on the sofa you couldn't ignore how hungry you were. So Tom decided to cook you his famous pasta while he ordered you to relax and take it easy. But you couldn't help it. He looked just too good and the soft music coming from the kitchen, you just wanted to be with him. It didn't take long before you were standing infront of the counter, helping your boyfriend out.

"Just gonna have to add the paprika and then we're done." Tom said proudly, admiring the ingredients that you lazily stirred around. Tom grabbed the chopped vegetables from the cutting board and added them to his mixture. "Honey? Can you give me the..." You looked over at Tom with a surprised look. How could you not remember? You were literally just saying the word in your head seconds ago?? "The little hat for the pot?" You sighed, feeling too tired to give it any more effort.

Tom let out a sincere but playful laugh as he handed over the lid. "The lid." He corrected with a childish grin. "It isn't that hard." He teased, poking your side.

"Tommy." You pouted.

"I'm sorry love, but you're just so adorable when you do that."

"You're lucky I love you." You smiled, giving him a poke as well. Tom let out a chuckle, pulling your waist closer and giving you a soft kiss. "I love you too darling."

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toomanyfandoms02 · 5 years ago

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The Photographer // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

So I made a one-shot based off of the picture down here!

Word count ~ 3.1k

Summary - y/n is a celebrity photographer, and Matthew's birthday is coming up. This calls for a birthday shoot.

Ever since I was in sixth grade, I dreamed of being a photographer. But back then, I was just taking candid pictures of my cat (Peanut Butter), and random flowers that my mom had graciously planted for me. I really never planned on taking nice, professional pictures of people.

But here I was.

I went to 'California College of Arts' in San Francisco for 4 years. After that, I had a bit of trouble getting myself out there. I had a decent following on my instagram. People liked the pictures of my dog, and the pictures of nature that I took on my many travels. But likes and follows don't get you money, at least not enough. So I switched my focus onto more interesting things.

Advertising yourself as a photographer wasn't an easy task. You had to be ruthless, and be willing to get rejected and not back down. So I did what any semi-sane person would do.

I messaged over 50 celebrities asking of they wanted to do a shoot with me. I sent them my prices, and what kinds of shoots I was willing to do. I didn't have much hope for it, but it was worth a try.

And that's where it began.

Out of all of the messages, Andrew Lincoln, AKA Rick from The Walking Dead messaged me back.

*Hello Miss y/l/n! I've actually seen quite a few of your nature shots and I have always wondered how your photos would turn out with people. I would love to be your Guinea Pig.*

He sent me days he was available and I did his shoot. After posting his pictures, my popularity shot from there.

That was a few years ago, I was now taking photos for multiple celebrities. I was ultimately known for my black and white shoots. I had, in fact, just gotten done with a shoot of A.J. Cook. She had requested *me* to take her pictures for an up and coming article that was being written about her. I, of course, gratefully said yes, being a huge fan of hers, along with the whole Criminal Minds cast.

I emailed her all of the pictures I had taken, edited and all, while simultaneously posting them on my instagram.

It was mere hours later before a notification popped up on my phone of an email that I could not believe. Theres no way that he was emailing me, right?

*You have an Email from Matthew Gray Gubler*

*Hi there! I saw your shoot on AJ's instagram and my birthday is coming up. My manager wants me to do a birthday shoot, and we both like your black and white style. I know it's not usually the kind of thing you, birthdays, do but I figured it was worth a shot, and I think you have some real talent. Let me know when you are free next. I am on a break so my schedule is relatively flexible.*

I could safely say that it was a good thing that I lived alone because I don't think I have ever screamed louder into a pillow. Matthew has been one of my favorite celebrities for the longest time. If we were going to be completely honest, once I started watching Criminal Minds, I immediately had a crush on him. This wasn't exactly the profession to be in if you were going to have a celebrity crush. I was often invited to red carpets and movie premiers, so I met quite a few stars. I never thought I would have to worry about slipping up on my professionalism.

Because I never thought I would even meet him.

My obvious answer to his request was yes. I would never *ever* miss an opportunity to have a photoshoot with someone so inspiring and meaningful to me. So I started writing an email back.

*Hi Matthew!*

Should I address him like that? Is that unprofessional?

*Hi Mr. Gubler*

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

*Hi Matthew!* We are gonna stick with that. *I don't know if this is too short of a notice, but I actually have a free spot tomorrow. (Of course if that doesn't work for you, I can figure something out for later, and try to fit it in before your birthday). I have a few ideas for props that I can send you? Let me know how I can help.*

I sent it and ran my hands through my hair, tossing my phone back onto my comforter. I had taken pictures of so many awesome celebrities:

• Selena Gomez

• Robert Downey Jr.

• Dylan O'Brien

• Grant Gustin

• Holland Roden

• Danai Gurira

But this was by far the coolest one, in my mind at least.

While waiting a little to anxiously for a reply, I decided I was going to make myself some lunch, Ramen. I set my phone on the counter as I boiled my noodles, peering over at the blank screen every few seconds (but really they felt like **minutes**).

Just as I was adding the flavour packet to the bowl my phone buzzed. I jumped slightly, spilling part of the packet out of the bowl.

"Damnit." I quickly wiped the salt into the trash can and snatched my phone, seeing another email.

*Tomorrow is actually perfect, and I would love to hear your recommendations on props, clothes, anything really. I'm going to leave my number on this email so we can have easier contact of that's okay with you.*

Wow, alright. I will now have Matthew Gray Gublers number in my phone. I made a contact for him.

**It's y/n, soooo for props. I figured I could bake you a cake! I took a few baking electives in college so I could make a really nice one and we can do something with it. I recommend you bring clothes you like to wear that are black and white. (Other colors work too, but it just looks and flows better if it's black and white). I will set the rest of the stuff up. I will be ready for you by 1 pm if that's okay.**

*You would bake me a cake?! That would be super cool thank you! I would love that. I will bring a few black and white outfits. Would it be weird if I brought a black and white Kimono?*

A chance to see Matthew in a kimono? Please yes.

**Oh my gosh please do. I would love to take pictures of you in an infamous kimono of yours.**

*Awesome! I will see you tomorrow at 1. Heres my managers info for you to sell the billing to.*

He attatched his managers email. I just sat at my kitchens island, smiling like a true dork at my phone.

**And here is my address, I run the studio at my house. What is your favorite cake and icing by the way? :)**

Was a smiley face unprofessional?

I need to chill out.

*Vanilla cake and chocolate frosting possibly? I will eat anything though probably. :)*

Now I was really smiling at my phone like a psycho idiot.

**Alrighty, see you tomorrow**

Since I didn't want to wake up too early tomorrow, I decided I was going to start the cake tonight. I had quite a few recipes held in my cabinets. I located my vanilla cake recipe and put my pre-made chocolate frosting on the counter.

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After about an hour of preparing, making a cake from scratch, and putting it in the oven. The cake was finally done and cooled. I added black cocoa to the frosting to make it completely black and got out my white gel.

*You made it 3 decades :)*

Was scrawled in calligraphy on the top of the cylindrical cake. I added white drips down the sides and white multi shaped sprinkles to the bottom part.

I set it in my fridge and got ready for bed. I know it's going to be hard to sleep just thinking about tomorrow.

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My alarm woke me up at 10 am, never before this had I woke up with a smile on my face before 12.

I took a quick shower and dressed in a white and blue floral romper with my hair in a high ponytail. Now it was time to set up backgrounds for the shoot.

I had two stations downstairs where I took all my photos. I set the first one up very normal with a white background and a rustic black stool. The second one was set up with another white background but littered with black streamers and big *30* black and white speckled balloons strung at the top.

Once I was done with all that. It was nearing 1. I slipped the cake out of the fridge and slid it onto my island. I glanced up at the clock above my stove.

*12:49*

Since I just had a little bit of time, I went a put some simple makeup on. I usually don't wear makeup when taking pictures of people, but for obvious reasons, I was making an exception.

Just as I was leaving my bathroom I heard a knock at my door. I walked swiftly to my door and opened it shakily.

"Hi!" He held up the clothes that were hung lazily over his arm. He smiled that million dollar smile and I could have sworn he looked me up and down.

Wishful thinking I guess.

"Welcome!" I stepped out of the doorway, silently inviting him in. "If you wanna set your stuff down, those stairs to the right lead you down the the studio."

"Thanks." He scurried down the stairs as I grabbed the cake and followed him down. I set it on a table that I had down there, he peered over at it and immediately burst into fits of laughter.

"I knew you had a sense of humor, so why put something normal and boring on the cake." I laughed with him as he tried to catch his breath.

"This is so perfect." He laughed a little more. "Thank you, so much." I shrugged with a smile. I posed him in front of the streamers with the cake.

He made some silly faces and smiled like there was no tomorrow. Next I brought him to the more plain station, sitting him on the stool. I looked through the lenses of the camera and glared a bit.

"Hey can you put your left leg up on the second peg of the stool?" I asked, pointing to his leg.

"This one?" He put it on the third. I shook my head. "This one?" He moved it down the the fourth. He was smiling a sly smile, seemingly challenging me.

"Let me do it for you." I had to pose people often, but posing him was going to be a little harder for me, considering I found him painfully attractive.

I moved his leg up to the second one and patted it.

"Now leave it there, so I don't have to help you again." I giggled, walking back to my camera. Taking a picture of him leaning forward on the stool and smiling. I then made him laugh and got a good genuine one of him leaning back and laughing. After all that, I proposed that we eat some cake and took a break.

I cut him a slice and handed it to him with a smile.

"So, tell me about yourself." He said, eating a bite of his cake.

"Well, I have always enjoyed photography. I love all types of art, so I also draw and paint often. And I have a black cat upstairs. His name is-" and I stopped, blood rushing to my cheeks. He is most certainly going to ask me the name, and I do not want to tell him.

He stared at me expectantly. "What is his name?" He motioned me to go on.

"Uh," I laughed a little awkwardly, setting my hands in my lap and staring at them. "His name is Spencer. As in Spencer Reid..." I glanced up at him and saw a huge grin break out on his face.

"So you like Criminal Minds? I never would have guessed. You just don't seem the type."

"Well all my memorabilia is in my room, just so people don't think I'm weird for having quite a few framed and signed posters." I smiled up at him, pushing around the remaining cake crumbs on my plate.

"One, That's not weird, that's awesome. Two, can I please meet Spencer and take pictures with him in my kimono."

I don't think I have ever heard a better sentence in my entire life.

"Yes, absolutely! I'll go get him." I clunked up the stairs on my search to find Spencer. I went to his usual spot first, my bed. Luckily he was sitting there, licking his outstretched foot. "Hi baby! You are about to take pictures with the guy you are named after. He almost as cute as you!" I grabbed him from the bed an headed back downstairs. I walked in with the accidental impeccable timing to see Matthew in his barely tied kimono, showing off his chest. My eyes widened a bit and he tied it off fully.

"Is this the famous Spencer?! He is so cute!" He reached his arms out at Spencer. My little fluff ball curled up into him instantly, cuddling into his silky kimono.

We took many many pictures of Spencer and Matthew together. I think maybe my cat likes him more than he likes me now.

"Okay, last idea. How about we just take some more up close pictures of me feeding you some cake?" It came put as a question because I didn't know how comfortable he would be with it.

"Perfect!" I cut another slice of the cake and brought it over to him. We were both sitting on the floor.

"This might be a little awkward, okay?" I giggled as I leaned back to get his whole face in the shot. This proved to be very difficult as I was using my left hand to take the picture. I fed him the cake with the right as he looked at the camera with a more seductive look. I could have melted into the floor.

I decided to switch hands so I could take the photos better, but now my very uncoordinated hand was the one picking up the cake. As I went down to get another section of the cake for another angle of feeding this sculpture of a man, I instead dipped my thumb right into the deep black frosting.

"Shit, I'm so sorry hold on." As I went to stand up and grab a napkin to wipe my thumb off, Matthew grabbed my wrist lightly.

"Hold on, uh, I have an idea, before you do anything." I sat down with a confused look. "I saw someone do this in another shoot. But we totally don't have to do it. I just thought it would be a different idea." His words were more rushed than usual.

"I'm sure I've done weirder things for other shoots, don't worry. It's *your* shoot." I reassured him, though my head was swimming wondering what he was going to do.

"Ok. So. What I'm going to do is put your thumb in my mouth, and I'm basically gonna, uh, suck on it while kinda smiling?" He could barely get through the whole thing without laughing.

"Alright, weird request but I like it!" I giggled for what seemed like the 30th time today. "And to make you feel better, yes, I have done weirder."

"Thank God."

"So I am guessing you want me to do something like this with the rest of my hand, ya know, the part that's not in your mouth." I stated as I placed my hand on his cheek. He let a slow breath out, staring into my eyes.

"Yeah, exactly."

"Okay." I said with a shrug, grabbing my camera from the ground. He opened his mouth with an all too familiar wide grin as I placed my thumb in. His mouth closed around it and he smiled, just a little. I brought my camera to my face, capturing the moment that I would have forever in my mind and in a small frame on my bedroom wall, for sure.

I slipped my thumb from his mouth and watched as his face turned extremely red. To save him embarrassment, I immediately stood up and grabbed a napkin to wipe the rest of the frosting off.

"Can I see it?" He motioned to the camera. I nodded, sitting down right beside him, showing him the picture. It showed off a closer look at the rose tattoos I had near my wrists and the shiny watch that was gifted to me by my mom. "It turned out good! I really hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"Oh no! Of course not. Total opposite." As soon as I said that I regretted it.

"So that made you extremely comfortable?" A sly smile was making it's way onto his face.

"That's, that's not- You know what? Sure, yes." I chuckled. "You don't really make me uncomfortable at all to be honest. So no, you didn't make me uncomfortable."

"Well I'm glad." He smiled and we sat in silence for a moment.

"Well I guess that's it yeah?" He nodded. "Well this was fun. Thanks for being an excellent subject to take pictures of."

He gathered his stuff as we went back upstairs. Once at the door, Spencer came up to him, rubbing on his leg. He bent over to pet him.

"So, I'm not sure if you are single or not." I could feel the blood draining from my face. Was this really happening right now? "But I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date?"

Yes, this was happening right now.

"Really?" I could tell I sounded extremely excited, but at this point, I didn't even care.

"Yeah, you are super laid back, funny, talented, and you aren't scared away by how weird I am." He laughed, "So yes?"

"I would absolutely love to."

"Great. I'll text you." He winked and waved as he closed the door, leaving.

My back went against the door. I couldn't keep in the squeal so I just embraced it and squealed my heart out, doing a little dance.

Which was quickly ended when I heard a knock at the door.

"I'm sorry, I want to get to know you better immediately." He let out a nervous chuckle. "Are you free for the rest of the day?" I was sure that my face was red as a tomato.

"Yes I am." He grabbed my hand, dragging me outside.

"Then let's go."

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