#your old one is safe and sound and the new one will not be affecting it | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bluenotes75 · 1 year

Text

Trust

Miles Morales ! 42 x Fem ! Reader Synopsis : ''I messed up princesa, I messed up bad.'' wc : 1,6k Warnings : spoilder for atsv, angst, THEY ARE AROUND 19 YEARS OLD, possessiveness, this is angst but like good one, no proofread, what I could remember from my spanish class 3 years ago. pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.3

You glanced at your phone for the hundredth time this minute.

Still no sign of life from Miles.

You were worried, more than you should as you had seen him for the last time the previous day. Yet, you were used to texting your boyfriend every day. It was now nighttime and he had not answered any of your messages. You scrutinized with a frown the last texts you had sent him. He had left you on read.

Miles never left you on read.

Well, he did but only for two reasons. First, when he was mad at you. Thus the first contradiction because the boy was rarely mad at you. Even if he was, he would always confront you directly and talk things out. He hated being on bad terms with you. Life was already rough without you by his side and he wouldn't let anything strip him of any quality time with his girl.

The other situation was is… street activities with his uncle. He used to disappear for days without telling you why, convincing you to not get concerned about him. However, after that one night when you yelled at him, crying, for worrying to death after he ghosted you for two days straight, he promise to always send a quick message to tell you when he would get really busy.

So as you sat on your bed, plunged in the darkness of your room, you knew that none of these cases applied to the current situation. You two hadn't fought and he hadn't told you anything about his prowler activities. Well, nothing that you knew of, which left you insanely troubled.

Your last words together were when he left for a party the previous night. You were supposed to go with him but dropped at the last minute because your mother felt sick. You preferred staying by her side, making sure she get better. At first, Morales wanted to stay with you and spend the night at yours, but you refused. You couldn't remember the last time he got to catch a breath and just enjoyed life like the young man he was. He was always either hanging out with you - making sure you were safe by the same occasion- or working with his uncle. So like the good girlfriend you were, you convinced him to go to the party without you. You just wanted him to have fun and even though he was reluctant, he couldn't say no to you.

Since then you had heard nothing from his side. It was already far in the night and you should be sleeping, but you couldn't close an eye.

At this point, you were contemplating directly calling his mother or even his friends. But you knew Miles despised you talking to other guys. Even if they were his own friends.

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a bang on your window. You jumped at the sound and gawked when you catch sight of the boy tormenting your thoughts out of the corner of your eyes.

You hurried up and opened the window for him and he stumbled inside your room looking…awful. You could see the dark circles painted under his eyes and the frown settled on his forehead. Before you could say anything, he clenched his jaw and wrapped his arms around your waist, dragging your body to his. He pressed your bodies tightly against each other, leaving no room for anything else and the heat of your skin warmed the iciness of his.

You were left speechless as he leaned down and nestled his face on your chest. This sudden display of physical affection was unusual from your Miles. You were the one initiating the cuddles, the kisses, the hand-holding. So you couldn't help your heart from fluttering at this new attention. However, the feeling quickly vanished as you remembered the context. Your worry came back like a slap on your cheek.

“My love, what's going on ?” you broke the silence and wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him back, sensing that he needed it.

You received the silence treatment.

“Miles,” you frowned and leaned back to look at his face, only for him to stop you by tightening his arms around the low of your back.

“You haven't answered any of my texts since yesterday, what happened? Is it your uncle? You can talk to me. ”

He took a deep breath against your skin but still left you with no explanation, which made you upset.

“Miles, you can't just disappear for a whole day and come back as if it was nothing !”

“Lo siento Mami, I messed up,” his pained voice came out muffled by your shirt. You scowled at his words. ‘uh ?’

“What do you mean ?”

''m' so sorry. I messed up princesa. I messed up bad.''

You moved your hand to his hair to caress it and comfort him.

''What did you do ?''

''I-don't make me say it.''

Whatever he has done had to be really bad for him to be that panicked. You could definitely tell that it had been eating him all day.

''Tell me,''

''….I messed up last night, because of another girl.''

As soon as the words escaped his mouth, your hand froze in his hair. All the worries slipped out of your body as your blood ran cold. This couldn't be what you thought right?

''W-what ?''

''I kissed another girl.''

There it was.

Your hands fell to your side as your heart dropped. This was the last thing you could have ever imagined. You took a shaky breath trying to process the wave of emotions that invaded you, but your stare was already lost in the wall facing you.

Sensing your lack of reaction, Miles leaned back to look at you.

''You don't know how much I regret it-''

''Let go of me.''

The boy tensed in your arm at the unusual coldness of your voice.

“No mami, let me explain-”

“Let me go !” This time you yelled.

You thought back to all his possessiveness. Him not letting you talk to your guy friends. You thought back to these sleepless nights you spend worrying about this safety, just like tonight. To all these efforts you pulled to break the wall he build around him after the loss of his father.

All that for him to fumble and betray you in the end.

You felt your eyes water but you refused to cry in front of him. He couldn't see you weak. He couldn't see how much he had wounded you.

“Get out,”

“I won't, you can't end us.”

“What?'' You scoffed at his nerve. ''You ended us the moment you prioritized having fun over our relationship. Get out !”

Yet, he stayed still.

And that's all it took for you to lose it. He didn't have enough of betraying you, now he had to stay and insensitively watch you break down. He was a mess on the inside. He had never seen you this upset, and he loathed himself for being the cause of it.

“How could you do this to me !” Tears rolled down your cheeks.

There, you had failed to maintain your facade and Miles watched in horror as you fell apart in front of him. Through your blurry sight, you didn't notice that he was also crying. He stood there, towering over you, eaten up by remorse. He was supposed to protect you. He had accepted the prowler job to protect both you and his mother, but he had done the total opposite.

But he couldn't bear to lose you.

He let go of your waist and wrapped his fingers around your wrists to stop you. You tried to escape his hold but he was too strong.

“Querida, mirame por favor. I will make it up to you. I'll buy you everything you want. Tu eres mi mundo and you know-” he tried but you wouldn't hear anything.

“Who do you think I am? You can't buy me with money! Stop being selfish and leave !”

The boy tried to make eye contact with you but you looked sideways, taking deep breaths to calm down. You were overwhelmed with so many emotions that you didn't know what to feel anymore. However, you knew you couldn't bear to see him anymore.

For some reason, Miles seemed to catch the message as he finally let go of your hands and stepped back.

''I hope you can forgive me, mami.''

''Don't. I hate you. I wish I never met you.''

You spat those words purposely to hurt him. You didn't mean them at all. If anything, you still loved him as hard as before. Yet, when you noticed his hurt expression, it brought you a bit of consolation. It was tiny and it only lasted a second, but it was something.

You turned your back to him and eventually, you heard the window open and close behind you. Only then, you tumbled to your knees and let all of your tears fall, becoming a sobering mess in the silence of the room.

You had heard a lot about heartbreak. From your friends to your mother and even your aunt. What you didn't know was how aching it would be. Because even after he betrayed you, even after he made you feel like you weren't enough, you couldn't stop your heart from beating faster for Miles.

#miles molares #miles earth 42 x reader #miles earth 42 #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #atspv #spiderverse #prowler miles #prowler miles fanfic #spiderman #prowler!miles #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse

3K notes · View notes

emelinstriker · 9 months

Text

Knockout ♤ Your New Car

Y'all be gettin a gif for him cuz I couldn't find a good jpg. Also I hate how rushed my old TFP one-shots feel omg-

[TL;DR] Knockout decides to personally take up the job of driving you after an encounter with some bullies.

♤ ~ Comfort ~ ♤

Knockout was driving towards your school, just like any other day. His alt mode's radio was playing one of your favorite songs as he hummed to the tune. He wasn't thinking about much, other than having some fun time hanging out with you later. His day was also pretty good, considering he didn't have to deal with Megatron's orders or even Starscream's nagging. He was pretty happy and content as he sped down the road, seeing the school building from afar.

However, that happiness was short lived once he noticed you talking to some other humans. They were laughing while you seemed like you were about to cry. As he got closer, he was finally able to hear what was being said.

"...And your car is an absolute waste, honestly. I mean, where did you grab it from? The scrapyard?" The boy laughed again, making his goons laugh.

Furious, the mech decided to step in. Knockout slowly drove up next to where you parked your car. You looked up at the sound of an approaching car. Recognizing your lover's alt mode, you were a little bit more relieved with him now here. The bullies stopped laughing as a rather handsome man got out of the driver's seat.

"Sorry for the wait, doll. Driving your car was just too much fun. It's so fast and you did such a great job buffing it!" He complimented you with a smirk... It was mainly just his ego taking over as he described how great his actual looks were, but you didn't mind. You usually buffed him in his alt mode after all, so at least you could take part of the credit.

He walked over to you. "Thanks for letting me use it. And thanks for taking care of my own." The mech in disguise turned towards your car, the one the bullies were making fun of. Honestly, your car wasn't all too shabby. Maybe buff it here and there, but it looked decent enough. But it clearly wasn't made for speed, unlike his alt mode. The group of bullies was silent. They couldn't believe you owned an Aston Martin. They thought you were the owner of the cheaper-looking car!

"May I still use it till we get home? I just enjoy the thrill." You looked at your bullies, then back at your Decepticon guardian with a small smile. Once you nodded, Knockout leaned in to kiss your forehead, not bothering to go lower in front of those other filthy humans. They don't deserve to see the amount of affection he usually gave you.

Knockout finally looked at your bullies in the eye, faking a confused look, pretending he didn't know why they were picking on you, before nudging you to get into your car. "I'll meet you later, okay, doll? Now get going- I still need to show you something at home." He said before he smugly walked back to his alt mode, entering and closing the door before ultimately letting his holoform disappear behind the tainted windows. He slowly drove in reverse, making sure to see you get into your own vehicle safely and driving out onto the street as he left. He drove ahead of you, but didn't speed to show off like he would usually do, instead he drove at around your own pace.

Once you drove through the groundbridge, Knockout transformed and simply walked next to your car as you went to your little parking area. You rolled down your window to listen to whatever he wanted to rant about. "Who were those humans?! Why were they making fun of you and your possessions like that?!"

Suddenly, tears started to roll down your cheeks and you sniffed, trying to hide your eyes by looking down.

Knockout instantly felt bad and decided to drag you out of your car. So he kneeled down and used his talons to open the door, gently picking you up. No one on the war ship would bother touching your car anyway, so it didn't matter if the door was left open. There was nothing of value in it for any cybertronian.

He put you close enough to his faceplate so he could examine you closely. Just in case they physically harmed you in any way.

"Why are you crying, doll? Was it my outburst?" He asked with a softer tone. You shook your head.

"They always make fun of me- Always finding something to belittle me over..." You wiped away some tears. "A-And ever since I got my mom's old car, they've been harrassing me over it..." There was a moment of silence. Only your little sniffles could be heard. You were a little worried about your boyfriend's lack of response, so you looked up at him.

But then you felt his faceplate press up against your body. More specifically, you felt his dermas kissing your lips. Your face heated up as you kissed back, putting your tiny hands on his faceplate. Once he pulled back, his red optics looked into your red and puffy eyes. They were beautiful to him regardless. "Leave your car here. I'll be your personal vehicle from now on. Just tell me when and where to drive and I'll get you there", he stated. The medic wasn't joking either.

You had a bit of a perplexed look on your face as you considered the possible outcomes. "But I don't want to bother you! You're already doing so much for me! And what if Megatron refuses to let you drive me for more than just school?"

The mech huffed as he slowly put you down on his shoulder pad. "Then he would have to deal with more injured vehicons alone. If he refuses to let me drive you, then I refuse to fix up his soldiers. Simple as that. I'm already your guardian and sparkmate, so why can't I just be your personal ride too?"

You giggled a little at his stubborn attitude, making him smirk. Knockout started slowly making his way over to your home-corner. But before he could offer you to step on his servo to place you on the ground, you kissed the side of his helm. "Thanks, Knockout. You're such a sweetheart and I love you for it." You said, then you stepped onto his servo to be lowered into your corner. The mech gave you a loving smile.

"Love you too, doll."

[ Masterlist ]

#transformers prime #tfp x reader #knockout x reader #cybertronian x human #transformers x reader #transformers x human #tfp knockout #tfp knockout x reader #comfort #hurt/comfort

472 notes · View notes

cnnmairoll · 3 months

Text

K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

Pairing : Suna Rintarou x Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : I too want to kiss Suna on a tree

The summer sun cast a warm, golden glow over the neighborhood, where the sound of children's laughter echoed through the streets. You and Suna Rintarou had been inseparable since childhood, growing up side by side in the same quaint neighborhood. From the moment you could both crawl, you were already climbing the sturdy branches of the old oak tree at the edge of the park.

The tree was your sanctuary, a place where you could escape from the world below. Its branches seemed to beckon you both, offering a view of the entire neighborhood and beyond. The first time you climbed it together, Suna's small hand reached out to help you up, his determined expression showing no hint of doubt that you could do it.

"Come on, (Y/N)! Up here!" Suna urged, his voice filled with excitement.

With a mixture of determination and trust, you grasped his hand and pulled yourself up onto the lowest branch. From then on, the tree became your shared haven—a place where secrets were whispered, dreams were shared, and the world seemed just a little bit brighter.

As you grew older, your adventures in the tree became more daring. You would race each other to the top, daring each other to jump from one branch to another. Suna's competitive streak would always push him to take risks, while your laughter echoed through the park as you cheered each other on.

Even as the teasing chants of the neighborhood children grew louder— "Rintarou and (Y/N), sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"—you both found solace in the familiarity of the oak tree. Its branches became witnesses to your shared childhood, holding the memories of scraped knees and whispered confessions.

"You know," Suna mused one afternoon as you both sat perched on a high branch, legs dangling over the edge, "we should put a sign up here. 'Rintarou and (Y/N)'s Tree. No teasing allowed.'"

You laughed, the sound carrying on the breeze. "That would be nice. But they'll never stop, will they?"

Suna shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Let them talk. They don't know anything."

And so, the tree remained your refuge, a silent witness to your growing bond. Suna's quiet strength was a constant in your life, his presence grounding you even in the most turbulent times. He was the one you turned to when the world felt overwhelming, and the one who knew just how to make you laugh when you needed it most.

Years passed, and high school brought new challenges and opportunities. The teasing continued, now orchestrated by the Miya twins, Atsumu and Osamu, who took great delight in teasing you both whenever they had the chance.

"Hey, Samu'! Look who's here," Atsumu called out one day, nudging his brother. "Think they'll finally kiss in the tree today?"

Osamu chuckled, "Nah, they’re too chicken."

Suna glanced at you, his expression as blank as ever, but you could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. "Ignore them," he muttered, though his lips twitched into a small smile.

Despite his outward indifference, you knew Suna cared deeply. His quiet, analytical nature made him a master of observation, and he could read you like a book. He often found subtle ways to show his affection, whether it was saving you the best spot to watch a volleyball game or silently walking you home when it got dark.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day of practice and relentless teasing from the Miya twins, you found yourself seeking solace in the familiar embrace of the oak tree. The park was quiet at this time of day, the setting sun casting long shadows across the grass and turning the leaves into a mosaic of gold and green.

You climbed up to the sturdy branch that had always been your safe haven. Moments later, you heard the familiar rustle of leaves as Suna joined you, settling beside you with a practiced ease. His presence was comforting, the silence between you filled with a lifetime of unspoken understanding.

"Remember when we used to climb up here to escape the teasing?" you asked, leaning back against the trunk.

Suna nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Yeah. Some things never change."

You both sat in comfortable silence, the memories of your shared childhood washing over you. It was moments like this that made you appreciate the quiet bond you had with Suna. He didn't need words to convey his feelings; his presence was enough.

You thought back to the countless times you had shared this branch, from watching sunsets to talking about your dreams and fears. Suna's quiet strength had always been a source of comfort, his steady presence grounding you even when everything else seemed uncertain.

After a while, you turned to him, a question lingering on your lips. "Do you ever think about…what they say?"

Suna's expression remained unreadable, but his eyes softened. "Sometimes. But it doesn't matter what they think."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. The simple touch sent a jolt of warmth through you, and you intertwined your fingers with his. You felt a sense of peace, knowing that whatever happened, you and Suna were in it together.

In a moment of rare boldness, you leaned closer. "Maybe…maybe they’re right."

Suna's eyes widened slightly, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of surprise. But it quickly melted into something tender. Without a word, he closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, lingering kiss.

The kiss was soft and sweet, the culmination of years of teasing and unspoken feelings. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your secret spot. His lips were warm and soft, and the sensation sent a thrill through your entire body. You felt his hand tighten around yours, anchoring you in the moment.

When you finally pulled away, you saw a rare, genuine smile on Suna's face. His eyes, usually so reserved, were filled with a warmth that made your heart skip a beat.

"Guess they finally got their wish," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You laughed softly, resting your forehead against his. "Yeah. I guess they did."

As the sun set, casting a warm glow over the park, you and Suna sat together on the tree branch, sharing a moment that felt like the beginning of something new. The teasing chants of childhood had brought you here, and now, they were nothing more than a fond memory, overshadowed by the reality of your shared feelings.

You stayed there until the stars began to dot the sky, talking quietly and enjoying each other's company. Suna's arm was around your shoulders, holding you close as the cool night air settled in. For the first time, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be, and the future seemed full of endless possibilities.

As you climbed down from the tree that evening, you knew that things had changed between you and Suna. The bond you shared had deepened, and the teasing chants that had once been a source of embarrassment were now a sweet reminder of the journey you had taken together. And as you walked home hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment that had led you to this one.

#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ mai writes #hq #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #rintaro suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu suna #suna x reader #suna rintarō #suna rintarou #suna rintaro oneshot #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro haikyuu

170 notes · View notes

gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year

Text

Now Loading...

Starring Vampire!Gojo, who's become obsessed with his favorite barista at an overnight cafe. He knows that they're soulmates. He just has to convince her that they are as well.

CONTENT WARNING: This fic contains Yandere typical behavior, kidnapping, obsession, noncon/dubcon, blood kink, (spit kink if ya squint), unprotected sex, references to murder, and mind control. Obviously I condone none of this behavior, and reader discretion is heavily advised.

Satrou watched as you fluttered around your apartment, lighting candles and turning on Over the Garden Wall. You had on your coziest sweater, and not a single overhead light was in use- opting instead for the warm glow of your table and floor lamps. You were welcoming in fall with everything you had in you. You looked warm, cozy, and safe. And despite all of that, he couldn’t help but imagine just how much warmer, cozier, and safer you would look trapped in his mansion.

He adjusted his sitting position on his tree branch, watching you pumpkin spice your tea as you cuddled up on the couch. He loved that you left your curtains open just for him, just so he’d be able to keep an eye on you. He knew it had to be for him, who else could watch you on the fifth floor? And if you didn’t want to be watched at all, surely you would close your curtains. It didn’t make sense for you to just leave them open for no reason. Not with the amount of creeps running around in this town. Creeps he would protect you from.

He thought back to the first time he met you. A brand new barista at his favorite overnight cafe, seemingly hand picked for him. Your sparkling eyes and dazzling smile drew him in, but your irresistible smell is what trapped him. Like warm cinnamon and honeyed apples, already nostalgic to him even if it was his first time experiencing the smell. He was hyper aware of the fangs in his mouth, the need to sink them into whatever was producing that intoxicating smell threatening to overtake him. He felt like a cartoon character drawn to a fresh pie on a windowsill. Your voice sounded damn near angelic. He could still remember the poetry you relayed to him, the first words ever spoken between the two of you. Words he'd treasure forever.

“Hey, I like your glasses!” You smiled, definitely being nice to him because you liked him not just because you wanted a tip. He almost blushed. His glasses- round with red lenses- were more for utility than they were a fashion statement, or something he even liked wearing. They hid his eyes, making them appear to be intensely blue rather than the bright red they really were. Still, if you liked them he’d wear them until the inevitable heat death of the earth.

“Oh, thanks.” He chuckled nervously, giving you a tight lipped smile. He didn’t want to freak you out with his…condition. At least not yet.

“No problem man, what can I get you tonight?” It was then and there he decided you would be his one day.

And it was here and now he decided one day was today. He stood up on his branch and leaned against the trunk of the tree. He watched as you did your regular bedtime routine, going to sleep safe and relaxed, knowing your prince charming was coming to take you to his castle tonight. He knew you were on the same wavelength as he was. He knew from the friendly smiles you gave him every time he came into your cafe, from the way you spoke to him as if he was an old friend- with trust and understanding.

Like, when you first started talking about your boyfriend for example. At first, he thought you were trying to discourage his affections, hint at him to go away. But, he quickly came to his senses. You were his one true love, and he was yours, why would you try and throw that away for some mortal asshole? It wasn’t hard for him to figure out that you were asking him to take out the trash.

He remembered how pathetic that boy sounded as he pleaded for his life. It disgusted Satoru that he was able to get so close to you. You deserved someone that could defend you, not some child that cried the moment things got dicey. You deserved him, Satoru Gojo. No one else would do. Still, it was an honor to take care of this chore for you, even if he wished it had been more of a challenge. He was glad to have taken on the task. It reaffirmed his love for you, and the desire to give you what you deserved.

The lights in your neighbors windows finally went out, assuring him that no one would try to be a hero if you decided to play hard to get. He waited another hour to make sure everyone was asleep before he dropped out of the tree, taking on his bat form and flying to your window. He turned back into a human, catching himself on your brick windowsill. It was around now he realized he didn’t exactly think this through, but- it’s fine. It’s fine! This is true love, this is fate, things were going to work out. Probably.

He pulled himself up, balancing with one arm on the thin ledge and opening your window with the other. He smiled when he found it unlocked, confirming that not only were you on the same page as him, you were waiting for him. Good girl. He slid into your studio apartment, and immediately had to brace himself against a wall. It was overwhelming just how much this space smelled like you. It made sense, of course, you spent more of your time here than anywhere else. He expected it to be rich with your smell, but he didn’t expect it to be so intoxicating. He could feel his fangs buzzing with the need to feed, and his body flush with lust. He was down right giddy at the realization that soon, his home would smell like this.

But he had to get you there first. He straightened up, coming to his senses as he turned took at your sleeping form. He felt his chest tighten with affection. You looked so peaceful when you were asleep, softly snoring and completely content. You looked ethereal in the pale moonlight, snuggled under your fluffy blanket. If he saw a picture of you like this, he wouldn’t believe you were real. Which, is saying something cause he’s, ya know, a fucking vampire.

He strode over to your bedside, gently running the back of his knuckles along your angelic jawline. “Rise and shine, beautiful. It’s time to go home.” He whispered softly into your ear, his rich voice filling your mind and causing you to stir.

“Mm- wha..” You muttered softly, not fully understanding the gravity of the situation in your groggy state.

“Come on darling, our bed is waiting for you at home.” He cooed again, taking your warm hand into his ice cold claws.

“Wha..wait, Gojo?”

“You can call me Satoru. Or Love, that would work too.”

“GOJO?!” Oop- you were awake now. You ripped your hand from his, scrambling to get away from him. So you were going to play hard to get. “What are you doing in my home?!” You demanded. He tried to push back his annoyance.

“Darling girl, this isn’t your home.” He gently reminded you, “Your home is all the way on the other side of town, with me.”

“Oh, fuck That!” You yelled, grabbing your bedside table lamp, a heavy porcelain antique, and smashing it across his head. To your credit, if he wasn’t a supernatural being- that would have really fucking hurt. If he didn’t know you were just playing, he would have thought you were actually trying to injure him! But, even if you were just playing, he couldn’t let violence slide.

“Now now baby girl, Is that anyway to treat your lover?” He asked, pulling you into his arms with a speed that you quite frankly could not comprehend. His grip was impossibly strong too, not only rendering escape out of the question, but making it hard to breathe. You could feel bruises forming where is fingertips met your flesh, and bile rise in your throat.

“I’m not your fucking lover Gojo-”

“Darling, please it’s Satoru to you.”

“You’re fucking crazy!” You snapped, trying to wiggle out of his grip, despite the futility of it.

“Crazy for you Babygirl.” Oh great, not only was he out of his fucking mind, he was going to be cheesy about it too.

“Let me go!” You demanded, trying to thrash but only managing to squirm. You tried kicking him, but it was about as affective as performing CPR on a corpse.

“I will, as soon as we get home.” He “assured” you. It was then you realized he was leading you to your open window. Oh no. Oh no no no no no! Was he going to fucking kill you?! Was home the afterlife?!

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You screamed, clawing as his arms and struggling against him in any way you could, “Gojo-”

“Satoru.” He was starting to lose his patience with your insistence of using his family name.

“Motherfucker, we are on The. Fifth. Floor. You’re gonna kill us!” Ohhhh riiight, You were human! You had never flown before! Of course you were freaking out, the first flight is always a little scary. He reminded himself he needed to be more sympathetic with you while you were adjusting, and mentally berated himself for forgetting in the first place.

“Don’t worry darling,” He said, sitting on the ledge and holding you even tighter to his chest- if that was possible, “I won’t let you fall.” He said before promptly falling back first out of the window. You don’t know what was louder, the sound of the wind rushing past your ears, or the screams ripping from your throat.

And then the wind got softer, as if you weren’t falling but-...You looked up to confirm your suspicion. Gojo was holding you on his chest as coasted through the air, looking as relaxed as he would if he was on an inner-tube on a sleepy lake. You suddenly understood what was happening.

“Oh, I’m dreaming!” You all but laughed at the realization.

“It is a dream come true, huh?” He smiled, “I thought we might share dreams.” You rolled your eyes at him, but noticeably relaxed. If you were dreaming, that meant there was no danger. You weren’t flying through the air with a sociopath that was trying to kidnap you, no. You were at home, safe in your bed. In the morning, you would throw away the expired clove in your pantry, and watch The Lost Boys as this fucked up dream slowly seeped out of your mind. All would be well.

That was the thought you were clinging onto as he landed in the lawn of an old southern gothic mansion on the edge of town. You were familiar with this property. The kids spread rumors of it being haunted, overrun with ghouls and ghosts and all things that go bump in the night. Most of them wouldn’t go up to it’s front door, even on Halloween night, with the promise of candy hanging in the air. They believed that once you knocked on the door, your days were numbered. Even the adults spoke about it in hushed whispers, sharing conspiracy theories about who the home owner could possibly be, and why no one ever saw them. Many assumed it was abandoned.

And now that you were in the front lawn, you understood where all the fear came from. The house was overwhelming, a dark aurora clinging to it and a sense of dread radiating off of it. But, you were dreaming! You couldn’t be hurt! You let Gojo lead you into the front door with zero fear, knowing that you were impervious to danger at the moment.

Inside you were greeted with a surprisingly warm interior. The outside seemed more like a defense mechanism now, like a bug that disguises itself as a much deadlier creature, when in reality the bug was harmless. Antique table lamps bathed the room in warm light, The red vintage wallpaper making the old black furniture look inviting. The class and elegance of the home put you even more at ease. Leaving you vulnerable.

You didn’t even notice the amount of locks he was locking behind you, or the fact that some of them required a code. “Welcome home darling,” He said as he finally finished securing the million latches, returning and wrapping his arms around your waist, “What do you think?” He purred.

“It’s…cozy.” You said. It was, in it’s own weird way. “I always wondered what the inside of this house looked like.”

“Well, it’s yours now, so feel free to make any changes you want.” He smiled, kissing your forehead. You felt a chill as his cold lips pressed against your skin. Your brain may have known it was dreaming, but your body didn’t. You still felt shaky, your heart was still racing, and your palms were still clammy. Your body was in super-hyper-defense mode. Which, was to say you felt like you were seconds away from a panic attack. He must have noticed the blood draining from your face.

“It’s late darling. The grand tour can wait, let me show you to our room.” Oh, good idea. If you slept, you could wake up in your bed and get this dream over with. You nodded and let him lead you up the ornate, spiral staircase, and down the hall to the master bedroom. An absolutely massive room that matched the living area, only instead of red it was a powder blue, A truly extravagant bed was the center piece of the room, a large canopy hanging over it. You noticed there were no windows in the room. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen any windows at all, other than in the living room. And even still, they were boarded up.

“Thanks for the room, I uh…I think I’m going to go to sleep. You can go now.” You told him. His laugh sent a blizzard through your body.

“Go now?” He cackled, “Darling, this is my room too.” He said gently, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “We share everything…” He leaned down and pressed his nose into the juncture of your neck, taking a deep breath and getting lost in your scent. He felt you try to push him away, but you would have had an easier time trying to push Mount Fuji over.

“Gojo, I-”

“Satoru.” He growled, “For the last time. My name, is Satoru.” He very gently reminded you, gripping you tighter and digging his long black claws into your side. You gasped from the pain, feeling drops of blood leak from you new would. You felt the pain. You felt pain.

You weren’t dreaming. You weren’t dreaming.

You felt a sharp icy chill rip though you as he dragged his cold, slimy tongue along your neck. “You smell so decadent my love.” He praised. You lost your words as you felt him run his hands under your sleep shirt and up your bare skin. His chilled fingers left frigid trails along your body, reminding you of where he had touched- where he had violated. Your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your throat, and your stomach turned as he pressed your hips into his, making it painfully clear just how happy he was to have you here.

He could smell your blood leaking from your side and it was clouding every other thought he had. He hadn’t fed in weeks. No one else was worth it, no one smelled nearly as appetizing as you. Every other disgusting mortal tasted rotten to him now, and no matter who he chased they were never you. They may have had your skin color, or your eye color, but none of them could hold a candle to you.

But he had you here now. His darling, his world. His perfect meal. And he was fucking starving. “I bet you taste as good as you smell.” He purred, dragging his fangs across the thin skin on your neck.

“N-no, don’t-!” Your words turned into a scream as he dug his fangs into your flesh, your scream dying in your throat as he bit down. You felt his sharp fangs pierce into you, opening up your veins and letting the blood flow freely for him. You felt his cold tongue collecting the very crimson that give you life, greedily feeding on you as if you were the finest meal he had ever had.

Probably because you were. The flavor of fresh apples and salted caramel spreading in his mouth and through his being, making his cold body buzz with your warmth. You tasted better than he had ever imagined. He roughly grabbed your hair, tangling his claws in it as he pulled your head to the side, giving him more room to feast. It restarted your nervous system. You found your will to fight again, thrashing in his grip and trying even harder to push him away. He growled at your sudden insolence, forcing himself away from your throat.

He grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look in his eyes. “Why do you insist on fighting me, Love?” He groaned. You realized he wasn’t wearing his normal glasses, and his eyes were still as red as the blood currently flowing through you. Fuck, how could you have been so blind? You tried to break away from his grip again.

“Because you’re a fucking monster!” You snapped. Well that was harsh. He didn’t want to do this so early on in your living with him, but really you left him with no choice. “Let me go!” You demanded again.

“Why would I do that?” He asked, his eyes burning into your very soul. “You want to be here.” You watched as his eyes changed. Red irises now ringed with violet, then gold, then violet again. It was so…mesmerizing.

“No I-...” Your words fell from your lips, and you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence. You could feel your brain filling with fog, the edges of your vision becoming a vignette. Slowly you could feel the ice he filled you with melting from your body, leaving you feeling something much warmer instead.

“Yes you do. You’re my girl, of course you want to be here with me.” He purred, a soft smile looking so misplaced on his bloodstained face. “You do want to be with me, don’t you Y/n?”

“I do.” N-no. No that's not what you meant to say. What the hell?

“Then why are you trying to fight me?” Because he’s a fucking creep that stole you out of your bed and was now practicing the ancient art of BLOODLETTING on you!

“I don’t know.” No! Why weren’t your words matching your thoughts?! Why couldn’t you say what you meant!?

“If you don’t know Darling, then there's no point to it. I don’t want to hurt you my love, please don’t force my hand.” he sighed, cupping your cheek in his palm. You wanted to jerk away, but you felt your body lean into his cool touch. It felt nice against your warm cheek.

“I’m sorry.” You absolutely were not sorry.

“It’s okay Beautiful. I know how you can make it up to me.” His grin was wicked with ill intent as he returned to your neck, licking at the blood flowing there. You could feel your body temperature continue to rise, what was once almost pleasant slowly becoming unbearable. You whined softly at the unpleasantness of the heat.

“You’re warm,” He noted, running his cold hand along your side. The ice he held wasn’t unwelcome anymore. Now it felt like the cool waves of the ocean on a hot summer day. You felt you head nod limply at his obvious observation. Of course you were warm, you were on fire.

“Let me help.” He whispered, pulling your shirt over your head. You’d think being exposed to the cool air in this drafty mansion would have helped your situation, but you felt no change. You didn’t feel a change when he slipped your bottoms off either, and you almost whined when he pushed you onto the bed, the fluffy fabric of the blanket making everything worse.

And then his lips were on yours, like the first chill breeze after a heat wave. More, more, you needed more. Your hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, struggling with numb fingers to fit the brass through the holes. Finally, after undoing three, you gave up and ripped the shirt off over his head- possible ripped fabric be damned.

“I knew you wanted me darling,” He grinned, your eagerness to have him undressed fueling his undeserved sense of confidence. You didn’t care though, because his skin was finally on yours. His chest pressed against yours, you finally felt some sense of relief, like putting aloe on a bad sunburn. You moaned softly as he trailed kisses from your jaw to the wound on your neck, still bleeding but much slower now. He gently sucked on the dripping injury, and instead of pain, you felt euphoria. You moaned softly, pressing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the building pressure.

He gave you a tight lip smile, red covering his lower face, as he moved down on you, spreading your legs. His grin grew once he saw what you were working with. He knew it would be pretty, he had imagined it more than a few times while fucking his hand- chasing a high he knew only you could give him. But honestly, he didn’t think it would be that pretty. You noticed his lack of commentary just in time to find out why he was keeping his mouth shut.

He leaned down and spit your own blood out and onto your cunt, making an already pretty pussy prettier. You were embarrassed to say you moaned, but the blood chilled by his mouth felt do fucking good on your burning body.

“God, you’re a freak.” He laughed, showing blood stained teeth. “Yet another thing we have in common.” He cooed as he massaged the sangria into your clit, sending waves of euphoria through your body. His hand moved down, slowing tracing your entrance before slipping a long finger inside, quickly followed by a second.

“Oh, fuck!” You gasped as he curled his fingers up inside of you, gracing your g-spot with an expert precision. You felt your hips buck up against your will, reacting to him in ways that would have made you nauseous in any other state.

“You like that Darling?” He asked with a smirk, curling his fingers again and again. You whined softly, chasing the chill of his touch. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” You grumbled. You wanted to tell him no. You wanted to tell him to fuck off and stop touching you, but at the same time that was the last thing you wanted him to do. It felt like his touch was the only thing that could regulate your body, not to mention the fact that it just felt so fucking good.

You were sure whatever he did to you was causing this heat, but you had also never been this sensitive before. His every movement sent waves of electricity through your nervous system. Your body craved him in way it had craved no one else before, responding to him like it was made for him. You felt a cool pool of pleasure forming in your stomach, your body buzzing with desire and anticipation.

He bit his lip as he felt you clench around his fingers, and immediately he had to feel that clench around his dick. He pulled his hand away, placing his two fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean, eyes rolling back at the sweet taste. You whined at the loss of contact, hips bucking in search of the pleasure they were robbed of. You wanted to cry, the frustration of a lost climax clouding your already cloudy brain. “Noooo!” Was all you could manage to say, and god did you sound pathetic saying it.

“Don’t worry Darling girl,” Satoru chuckled as he pulled out his cock, “I got something even better for you.” You watched as he pumped his dick, the angry red tip looking so much redder against his pale skin. He rubbed his hand over the leaking tip, using the fluid there to slick himself up. You wouldn’t say this about a lot of guys, but you thought even your normal brain would be able to admit he had a pretty dick.

A pretty dick he was about to shove into your soaking cunt. You bit your lip in anticipation as he lifted your hips up to meet his. “Ready pretty girl?” He purred. You nodded an aggressive affirmative and he almost laughed. “No no Beautiful, with your words. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you!” You whined, hearing your voice but not your words again, “I want you so bad, please. Please I need you, I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk anymore, until I can’t think straight, I want to be ruined for anyone else, please!”

“Atta girl,” He praised, finally pushing into your needy cunt. He shuddered as he did, your warm velvety walls enveloping him and pulling him deeper than he realized possible. He almost came right then and there, like an untouched virgin, but managed to contain himself. Your moans weren’t doing him any favors, but you couldn't help it. He felt like a snowstorm inside the inferno that was your body, controlling the fire that raged there and finally giving you some relief. The stretch stinging at you was just an added bonus.

“You feel so fucking good Darling,” He praised, pulling back and slowly pushing himself back in, perfectly rubbing against your g-spot. You curved your back in pleasure, electric waves of euphoria crashing into your body, and quickly dragging you back to the edge.

“It’s like you were made for me,” He cooed, “My perfect meal, my perfect fuck toy, you were designed to be mine.” He moaned, tangling his fingers into yours as he looked you in the eyes, painting a scene of what he thought intimacy looked like.

“Fuck, you feel so good Satoru..” You moaned, cunt fluttering around him as your climax quickly approached. Something in his brain switched. Before you fully understood what was happening, you were folded into a mating press, his cock reaching places inside of you you weren’t even sure were possible to reach. Your veins felt like they were full of smoke and your entire body felt like it was made of stars, ecstasy exploding inside you every time he moved.

“Say it again.” He demanded.

“Satoru!” You yelped, honestly a little pissed off he expected you to talk now.

“Again.” He demanded, pumping into you with a vengeance.

“Satrou!” You whined, digging your nails into the pale flesh of his back, dragging your nails and leaving angry red claw marks in your wake.

“Who do you belong to Y/n?” He asked, eyes burning into your again. You knew the answer he wanted. You clenched your teeth and sucked on your tongue. You used any willpower you had left not to say it. He may have taken your body, but you couldn’t let him take you.

“Come on Darling, answer me. Who do you belong to?” He prompted again, this time coupled with the perfect thrust of his hips, lining up perfectly with your sweet spot, and using a free hand to rub your clit. The wave of lust and pleasure that overtook you washed away any willpower you may have had left.

“You, Satoru.” You whined, feeling tears prick at your eyes.

“That’s right darling,” He grinned wickedly as he licked at your neck wound, letting the blood flow over his tongue. “You’re fucking mine.” He started pounding into you with a vengeance, and you felt the strings in your stomach start to snap. Your entire body tensed up vision went white hot as galaxies exploded inside your veins, euphoria crashing into your body in seismic waves, making your cunt quiver from the after shocks. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton and you could feel your thighs trembling around him as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Satoru I-” You tried to communicate but couldn’t get the words, your already altered brain turning to much and leaking out of your ears as he fucked you through your high. His was close, he wouldn’t be far behind. The way that your cunt fluttered around his cock mixed with the pretty sounds you were making were frying his own nervous system, and all he could think about was how pretty you’d look with his cum dripping down your thighs.

“Y/n,” He panted as he pounded into you. Your eyes met his. You lifted a shaky hand to push his snowy hair out of his face and he was done for. The small intimate act leaving him gushing deep inside you to the point of overflow. “Fuck I love you,” He moaned as he fucked you through his high, “I Love You, I love you so fucking much.”

He all but collapsed on top of you as he finally finished, pulling you into his cold chest. Your body temperature finally felt normal again, and you could feel the effects of his hypnosis slowly wearing off. He noticed too, and kissed away the tears that slipped down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry Darling, did I overwhelm you?” He asked, genuine concern filling his voice. You wanted to scoff at the question, but choose to keep quiet instead. You were locked in his house. You had to play his games now to stay alive. He took your silence to be an affirmative.

“I’m sorry Darling. You don’t have to say it back yet, it’s okay. I know you love me.” He smiled, your blood still staining his fangs and making you sick. He finally pulled out, and you hated the empty feeling that followed. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up, okay?”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #yandere gojo #yandere jjk #vampire gojo #satoru gojo smut #gojo x reader smut #satoru gojo x reader smut #yandere gojo smut #gojo smut

868 notes · View notes

nexysworld · 1 year

Text

Chapter Summary: Leon doesn't know how he got so lucky to meet someone like you. Things were all falling together exactly as they should, what could go wrong? Pairing: Yandere!Leon x Fem!Reader Tags: NSFW, Dead Dove, Dubcon, Kidnapping, Stalking, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Pet Names, violence, gore, MDNI, masturbation, murder, slow burn.

Read on AO3 || Ask Box Open || Masterlist

Previous Chapter || Next Chapter

You were cute. Really fucking cute. He hadn’t set eyes on anything as precious as you in a long time, so long he almost thought he never would again. The way you tucked your face behind the mailbox door, as if he wouldn’t notice those gorgeous eyes scanning him head to toe.

What he wouldn’t have given to ignore that obnoxious clown-painted whore to go over and strike up a conversation with you – unfortunately he couldn’t take it anymore, opting to take the first out he could find, running back to his apartment.

Oh but how lucky he was to discover you were only one apartment away – to once again have your eyes locked on his figure as you stood in that hallway. Up close you were even more beautiful, perfection incarnate. The sound of your voice was like syrup dripping into his ears.

He could’ve eaten you up right then and there if the old hag hadn’t been there to witness.

You were everything he wanted. You were meant to be with him and he already knew it.

Since Raccoon City, Leon changed and he knew it. Once a naive and bright-eyed rookie, now he was seasoned with a hardened heart. Unfortunately not many penetrated that shell, but the few who did had the privilege of his full affections – his need to keep them safe in all ways.

The last time he’d felt this way things didn’t exactly go as he’d hoped. His judgment had been off, she wasn’t perfect, and the stars were not aligned for them. But that was the past and you were different in so many ways, he knew this time things were right. They had to be, he would make sure of it.

The first step was keeping an eye on you – and how you managed to stay alive all this time absolutely escaped him. Your route to work? Predictable. Social Security card in your wallet? Baby, come on now. Apartment door? A strong kick and it would go flying in.

His poor baby. You reminded him of a Bunny in so many ways. A little prey animal, too cute for your own good just waiting to be nabbed. He couldn’t allow that.

He needed to make sure he could keep a proper eye on you even when he couldn’t be there. He used the facade of helping Mrs. Wilson ensure he could stay close to you. The old woman was none the wiser as he slipped inside the mint colored bathroom to drill a hole into yours. It gave him access to the entirety of the back wall of your place – you’d be surprised at how well modern security systems are hidden.

“Oh don’t worry, it’s just a leaky pipe. I’m drilling a new connection.” He shouted out, and of course she had believed him. It wasn’t long until he had full visuals of your own bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen.

For things he couldn’t access through the old woman’s apartment, he was easily able to set up while you were at work. More cameras in potted plants, your stuffies, above your bed. Anywhere he could hide them really – he wanted the full view, every angle. He ensured there wasn’t a single blindspot you could hide from him.

For hours he’d watch as you went about your day, taking in every movement and word. Everything you did was angelic. The way you laughed when you were on the phone with your friend. The way you danced around the living room to your favorite song, clad in your pajamas – almost forgetting the boiling over pot on the stove. Even the way you slept was beautiful, tossing and turning with bad dreams, the slight twitching of your facial muscles – the way you curled up with your favorite stuff – and god how he wished it was him instead.

You were his favorite thing and you didn’t even know it.

He even managed to put some cloning software on your phone and laptop. Of course you ‘must have left your bag downstairs’ and he was ‘so nice to bring it back to you.’ Every account, email, and text message was for his viewing now. Another way to be closer to his sweet little Bunny, another layer of protection.

Step two of course was winning over your affections, which wasn’t very hard with all that you two had in common. He was smitten with your voice bellowing the words to love songs in his Jeep, sharing cheesy quotes from the Princess Bride. He’d listen to every little problem you had and to every insignificant detail of your day – most he already knew.

He could tell he was close. So close to having you belong to him, there was only one small problem – that fucking ‘boyfriend’ of yours. Leon hated him with a passion. The sound of his name made the blonde want to punch a hole in the nearest wall. Derek wasn’t a real man. He wasn’t even half the man you deserved much less needed.

The texts the two of you shared made him sick. ‘Dick pics to your own girlfriend? Really?’ Leon rolled his eyes as he swiped through the messages. His poor baby must’ve been pent up, there was no way that string-bean turned sentient was enough to satisfy you, or anyone. And the patronizing way he’d talk to you too. God you deserved so much better – and he couldn't wait to give you better.

If he hadn't had the patience of a saint, Derek would’ve been gone a long time ago. But Leon knew this game well, he couldn’t act too quickly or you’d pull away – Derek could count his lucky stars, for now.

Step three was keeping an eye on you up close, learning your patterns and routines. Things that he couldn’t fully grasp just by looking at a screen. He needed to know the real you.

Honestly he expected it to be more difficult, but you were a creature of habit, so predictable and routine. So blissfully unaware of all the danger around you as well – not to worry though, Leon was there for you now.

It was relaxing in a way for him, following you through the same paths and places each day that he wasn’t called off to work. It made him proud to know that he was keeping an eye on you, keeping you safe – the way your boyfriend wasn’t.

And his disdain for said boyfriend also had him tailing your couples outings too. He watched the way you’d smile, but he could see in your eyes it wasn’t genuine. It wasn’t the same look you’d given him. You didn’t need to say it for him to know that deep down you wanted him to take you away from it all.

The movie outing was no different, except he could easily see something was off. It made his blood fucking boil each time that asshole spurned your affections. What Leon wouldn’t have given to be the one getting those small touches, the feeling of those plush lips against his cheek. He’d have cherished each one as if they were the world’s most precious commodity.

The sad look in your eyes flayed his very soul, how dejected you looked every time it happened.

The movie itself was his last straw.

He sat in the dimly lit theater, three rows behind you angrily munching on the flavorless popcorn. His freehand gripped the chair so much he thought the cheap plastic and pleather might crack and snap under his grip, eyes boring into the back of Derek’s skull.

The girls next to him weren’t helping his mood either – their conversation grating on his nerves as they whispered to each other, barely containing their shrill shameless giggles.

“Did you see that guy come in?” “Yeah, he’s so cute. That’s why I sat here.” “But he seems so grumpy. If looks could kill…” “I kinda like it. The brooding handsome type.”

Leon rolled his eyes, returning his focus back to the two of you. That’s when it happened.

The scariest part of the movie came on and you jumped in your seat, shaking like a leaf. The whole room gasped but he swore he heard the soft chime of your own voice letting out a whimper. All he wanted to do was wrap you in his arms and let you know it would be okay. Kiss that soft forehead of yours, rub your back, run his fingers through your hair.

Desperately you’d leaned over to your boyfriend, and again he’d distanced himself, leaving you to cope in your seat alone.

Leon couldn’t take it anymore. He just fucking couldn’t – if this wasn’t a public place he’d have shot the man where he sat. Not bothering to wait any longer he stood, leaving the room and the theater as quickly as he could.

His shoes crunched some leaves that had fallen onto the pavement of the parking lot as he angrily paced back and forth trying to let some of the negative energy out. When that didn’t work, he’d dropped to the ground behind his vehicle, opting to do some rage-push ups instead.

After a while he could see the theater emptying and knew the movie must’ve ended, most of his anger phased out of him. He’d parked at the opposite end of the theater, perfect for him to see Derek’s car with his binoculars but nowhere you’d notice him.

It was obvious that the tension of the night came to a head with the way you were running after the apparently equally upset man.

He wished he’d have added a mic to the tapping of Derek’s car, wanting to know exactly what was being said. Pulling out his work binoculars, he did zoom in to at least watch better. What he hadn’t expected was the way the man had abandoned you there – that threw even Leon for a loop.

On the one hand the action rekindled the fiery rage he had within him, on the other hand there may have been a plus to this. ‘Surely she can’t think of staying with him after this bullshit, right?’ He asked himself, hopeful.

Knowing he couldn’t inject himself into this directly, he decided to do what he does best, keep an eye out for you. The ringing of his cellphone and your beautiful voice had him absolutely elated – the fact that you even thought of him as a lifeline made the inferno within die out into nothing but smoke.

But what was it that you asked? ‘Oh shit.’ He’d been so excited to rescue you, he hadn’t even considered the timeline of getting there. He gulped, wracking his brain for an excuse, something that didn’t sound too far-fetched. “Hey Leon, you still there?” Your voice had immediately snapped him back to the moment. He fumbled out some excuse about a friend’s house before the line ended. Starting the jeep’s ignition, he chose to circle around using the backroad, he did it twice to accommodate the full 15ish minutes he’d promised.

Luckily for him you didn’t think anything beyond that, accepting his response. He felt like he’d hit the lottery – the rest of the drive home going so well. Each time you’d light up at him, sing along with him, it tickled him pink. So much so that he was even more daring this evening,outwardly flirting, showing you the attention you deserved, hoping it left him lingering in your thoughts the way you were always in his.

The way you scurried off, cheeks the most heavenly shade of rose-pink. He wanted to devour you, take you apart piece by piece in the back of his car. ‘Soon little Bunny, soon.’

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The moment he was back within his own apartment, he was already opening his laptop to the security system he’d installed in your own. Desperately he flipped through the different cameras until he found you in the bathroom, stepping into the shower – something you always did before bedtime.

It was a scene Leon had watched countless times, but tonight it felt….different. He zoomed in as much as the camera would allow, running his eyes along your wet form. A particularly large water droplet ran down from your neck through the center of your breasts and down to your naval.

He licked his tongue along his top lip, imagining what it would be like if he’d been able to follow the trail with his mouth. How many marks could he leave as he worked his way down, were you the type to squirm and pretend you were shy? Or, were you so naughty you’d beg him for more.

Every curve, every dip, every part of you was perfection to him. He even noted the way your soft nipples perked at the cold air of the bathroom the moment you stepped out. How he wished he could latch on to them, sucking the warmth back into them.

His thoughts were interrupted by a call on his work phone. ‘Of-fucking-course. Always the worst timing Hunnigan.’ He let out a sigh, pressing the small green button of the display.

“Kennedy here, what’s up.” “Leon, sorry, I know it’s late but I figured you’d still be up.” Clacking and the sounds of a rushing office were heard in the background of the call. It was obvious something important was happening – which usually meant he’d need to rush out soon – a thought that did not excite him.

“Yeah, yeah I’ve heard it before. What’s going on?’ “We have intel on an Umbrella agent who captured –”

He was doing his best to listen, but failing as his eyes kept making their way back to the laptop screen. You were so adorable in your bed, clearly tossing and turning. He wondered if you’d sleep better if he was there to hold you, take care of you. Or maybe you weren’t sleeping because of him – a thought that brought a devious smile to his handsome features.

“Yeah, I’m listening.” He replied flatly when she’d interrupted him again, forcing him to engage once more in the conversation. “Look can’t I just read this in the files, do we really have to go over it right now?”

His brain continued to play tug of war with his attention as he provided the bare minimum responses to the woman on the other end of the line. The sound of his name in your voice won the game, fully bringing him back to you. “I gotta go.” He said, closing the phone not caring about the consequences of cutting his teammate off.

There you were, most of your body was tucked under the covers but there was no doubt about what it was you were doing – he could still see the outline of your arm between your spread legs. Even if he couldn’t, the way your head tilted back, the cries of his name on your lips.

His cock kicked alive in his pants throbbing against his zipper, his throat went dry, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Leon–” There it was again, your tongue poked out of your mouth slightly and you squirmed. Feeding him a treat, the bedding must’ve become too smothering, too hot, he watched you toss them to the side giving him a full view through the little night vision lens.

He could see the wet spot on your panties, hand desperately rubbing against your clit as your hips lifted off the bed a little. You looked so desperate. ‘Fuck baby, I should be there helping you.’

He freed his cock from its confines as quickly as he could, letting out a relieved sigh. He smeared the precum around the drooling tip with his thumb before using his palm to rub it down the rest of his length as makeshift lube.

Grasping firmly, he pumped himself in time with your own hand movements, wanting to share the experience with you. ‘Is this how you get off baby?’ He thought to himself. ‘Looks like you’re having trouble finishing – poor thing so fucking needy for me.’ He smirked and brushed some of his hair from his face with his free hand.

He was close, right on the cusp, and he could tell you were too by the way your breathing picked up on the mic became more ragged – his name fell from your lips at a more rapid pace. While he prided himself on his stamina, the sight before him was too much and he was desperate to follow you into the throes of passion.

Closing his eyes, he pictured himself between your legs lapping at your pussy. How sweet he bet you tasted, like strawberries and sex. The way your tight little hole would clench around his fingers – ‘Oh baby I could’ve gotten you off in half the time.’ One more call of his name and his heavy balls were tightening, he groaned, hot cum shooting out onto his pants and the screen of the laptop.

Stroking himself slowly to ride it out, he leaned back to catch his breath, coming down from the high of it all.

He’d seen you touch yourself before.

He’d heard the cute naughty things you’d talk about in your sleep.

But never before had you said his name like that.

Once the pure lust of it all wore off, the emotional aspect came flooding in. It was a sign things were changing, the universe swinging things in his favor. His beautiful Bunny was finally coming to him. It affirmed he’d been right all along – all he had to do was push things a little and there you would be, all for him just like you were meant to be.

He cursed himself, wondering how much sooner he could have had you if he’d tried. ‘No, no it’s good I took things slow. It’s better this way.’ He settled in his mind, muscles relaxed. “Don’t worry your pretty little head baby, we’ll be together soon.” He blew a kiss to the screen before he moved to clean things up.

Hunnigan’s timing was terrible, but he felt like a new man. Maybe the distance and time without him would make your heart grow fonder. He couldn’t wait to find out, giddy as a kid on Christmas morning.

~~~~~~~~~~~

How wrong he was.

So fucking wrong.

He was seething. Simply seething with fury at your words.

“I’m sorry Leon. It’s just, I do love him and I want to try and work on things ya know? Like you’re a super awesome friend and if it were up to me I’d keep things the way they are but it makes him uncomfortable…so….”

“Of course.” He replied with a strained smile, doing his best to contain himself.‘This is not okay. You’re supposed to be mine.’ He flexed his right hand opened and closed, itching to take his frustration out on something. “I understand completely.” His stomach twisted and his jaw clenched. ‘I don’t fucking understand at all.’

Just days ago you had been right within his grasp. He’d been your hero, your savior. You called his name out in the most private moment of ecstasy – no you shared that moment together even if you hadn’t known it.

He’d expected to come home to a confession, your devotion. At minimum news that you’d left the dumb fuck – but this? Definitely not this bullshit. Clearly that idiot had put something into your less-than-capable little mind and Leon was not having it. Not one bit.

He’d spent the rest of the day trying to even out his temperament – taking things out at the gym. Taking it out on some rookies at work. He’d even snapped at Hunnigan when it was time for him to turn in his mission report – which he was supposed to upon his immediate return, but went home to see you first instead – clearly a mistake.

No matter what he did, he just couldn’t blow enough steam to calm down.

“Girl troubles?” Hunnigan finally dared to ask, catching up with the blonde as he exited the high-security building. Of course out of everyone she would’ve known him well enough to parse his moods.

“Yeah I guess you can say that. She led me on, I thought we had something special but then she went back to that—” He couldn’t even get the words out. “Oh, is this the girl you ditched my call for?” She asked with a slight laugh.

“Still mad about that?”

“Maybe a little – you know I take briefings seriously.” She adjusted her glasses as they stood outside, sun casting honey colored highlights onto her brown curls. Leon thought she was pretty and always got on well with her, but in a big sister kind of way. “Well let's say hypothetically it is the girl you were telling me about. If her boyfriend is as awful as you say – then it makes sense.” “What makes sense, exactly?” His words came out more angry than he’d wanted. If she’d picked up on it though, she didn’t show it.

“Change is hard. She probably was going to leave, especially after she saw what you can provide, but then perhaps guilt or fear kept her back.” She shrugged. “Either time will remind her why she wanted him gone in the first place, or she might need your help leaving. What’s that statistic….it takes women 7 times to leave an abusive partner?”

Leon pondered her words for a moment, processing them carefully. It was like a lightbulb went off in his head. “You’re right Ingy. What would I ever do without you?”

His mood was already improving. Of course Hunnigan had a point, how could he have been so blind? You just needed help leaving, this clearly wasn’t your fault, you weren’t trying to spurn him or his love. You just simply needed him to save you again, get you out of this situation – and like always, Leon would oblige. ‘I’m so sorry Bunny baby. I’ve been so blind, forgive me.’ He thought to himself as he worked out his plan. Derek would be gone, and you would be safe and happy where you belong – with him.

Getting access to the samples in the lab wasn’t hard in theory – not many people at work questioned Leon, given his personal ties to the President. Moreover, no one was going to question him investigating the lab with the Plagas virus that he had helped procure.

A simple excuse of “I’m just looking – it’s fascinating really.” Was all it took for the new lab girl to smile at him and walk him around the fluorescently lit room. The labs always felt uncomfortable to him, too sterile, too much of a reminder of the underground rooms he’d discovered during his escape from Raccoon City. The unease of being there definitely made things more difficult than he’d intended, but he managed to make small talk with her, flirted even. ‘She laughs like a dolphin.’ He rolled his eyes when she wasn’t looking at him – smile returning the second her eyes landed back on his face.

A quick sleight of hand and the vial with the parasite was in his pocket, he made sure to bump into one of the interns in just the right manner so they’d spill their drink on the logging sheet too, inventory an estimation now. ‘Not surprising that the government hasn’t digitized all of this yet.’

When the girl provided her number, he took it. “Maybe a double date would be fun. My girlfriend loves this Chinese place across town.” The deflation in the girl at the realization amused him. ‘Did she seriously think she would be my type? I’m disgusted at the audacity.’

Leaving work that night, he made sure to stop by a pharmacy on the other side of town to cover his tracks, purchasing a syringe to host the creature. Now it was only a matter of making sure it made its way into Pencil Dick – his new favorite nickname for the man who would no longer exist soon.

He was aware he still needed to bide some time for his plan to work – too soon, too coincidental. Too soon, not enough emotional attachment for things to work. No, he had to plan this carefully – he wouldn’t make another mistake. He wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your life together.

No, Leon had this in the bag and soon he would have you too.

“Just you wait Bunny. I’m coming for you baby.”

As always this is inspired by @explorevenus fic Something Permanent as well as @gigabyte-flare, @girldungeon, and @lipglossanon's work. @elfven-blog was so kind as to help find the banner pics. Love them all, go check out their work.

Previous Chapter || Next Chapter

818 notes · View notes

rea-grimm · 6 months

Text

Sleep protector Law

Ever since both of your parents died in the hospital, you hated the place from the bottom of your heart and you had such a fear of them that it even affected your dreams. Ever since then, you've had nightmares about that cursed place. Each subsequent one was worse than the previous one.

It was only a matter of time before you developed insomnia and a fear of sleep. You woke up in tears and refused to go back to sleep. This started to limit you so negatively that you even consulted a psychologist.

Despite all of this and all of their advice, you felt like you were stuck at a dead end. No matter what you tried, nothing helped.

You had no idea how it happened but it all happened too fast. At one point you were relaxing in the garden when you noticed a tall man in a pink shirt, red cap and black coat walking by. He was trying to light a cigarette when he tripped, fell over your fence and still managed to light himself.

Now you were at your house and you were tending to the scratches on his hand. You offered him something to drink to go with it and you two started talking. There was something about him that made you open up to him. It's like you're talking to an old friend.

When you confessed your problem to him, you immediately apologized. You didn't want to burden him.

When you said goodbye, he wanted to somehow repay you for your help. But you insisted that you didn't need anything. You escorted him to the door, and then you returned home.

To your surprise, a black teddy bear in a white cap with black leopard spots was lying on the table. The teddy bear was wearing a yellow hoodie with black sleeves and a smiley face in the centre. Blue pants with the same black spots.

You didn't expect something like this. You sat down in the chair and took the teddy bear in your hands. It was surprisingly soft with pleasant material. Plus it smelled nice. You hugged him and rested your head on him.

He filled you with such peace that your eyes slowly began to close. You decided to take the teddy bear to bed with you.

Already the first night that you had the teddy bear with you, you slept peacefully like a baby. You slept all night and in the morning you could say with peace of mind that it was a full sleep. You couldn't even remember the last time you slept this well.

At first, you were afraid it was going to be another sleepless night, having another nightmare about the hospital. You were running from something. You didn't know what to do, but it filled you with terrible fear and despair. You knew if it caught you it would be the end of you.

You ran down the hall and passed one door after another until you finally reached the corridors. You felt trapped, lost. Your heart was racing, it's a wonder it didn't jump out of your chest.

Out of nowhere, a strange sound echoed down the hall and a pale blue light surrounded you. The nightmares were slowly approaching you when you heard new footsteps from the end of the corridor and saw a shadow holding something long.

“Shambles,” you heard before appearing outside the hospital in the blink of an eye. You were standing on the beach and a yellow submarine could be seen by the pier.

Since then, you have been dreaming about this submarine and its crew more and more often. Her captain, an ice-eyed, black-haired young man in the same outfit as your teddy bear, protected you from nightmares.

He always simply overpowered them and took you into his submarine where you felt safe. He always made sure you were okay before leaving you with his crew who then took care of the rest of your dream. And even though the captain didn't spend that much time with you, you felt he was always there for you.

As your sleep improved, you also had more zest for life and decided to spice up your shopping today. You went through a few clothing and trinket shops before heading out to just explore IKEA. Look around for some inspiration on how to improve the apartment and perhaps buy something small.

You were just walking through the stuffed animal department when you noticed a young man who reminded you of the captain of your dreams. Although he was standing with his back to you and was wearing a black coat, you would recognize the cap on his head anywhere.

Out of curiosity, you moved closer to him and noticed that he was looking at a stuffed polar bear. You stood up next to him and took one too and looked at it. He was quite cute and wore an orange overall. You looked at the young man out of the corner of your eye and at that moment your eyes met. You immediately looked away.

You heard him chuckle before he put the teddy back in the basket and left. You felt embarrassed that he caught you staring. In the end, you brought home a plush polar bear and another plush penguin with a cap, which had another tiny penguin on its head.

During the same night, you dreamed again about the yellow submarine and the grey-eyed captain. This time, however, the crew had two more members. A polar bear in an orange overall and another person in a cap with a small penguin on it. That night you dreamed of a celebration as the two of them were properly welcomed aboard.

You were even joined by the captain who seemed to be in a good mood. You had the impression that after this you were a bit closer again.

You had planned to cook the fish you bought at the market in the morning. But first, you had to remove the scales and then fillet it. You sharpened your knife to make it go like butter.

However, you didn't expect to be so clumsy. You went to work, but the knife slipped on the fish and cut your hand. You immediately dropped the knife and ran for a towel to cover the wound.

Despite your layman's treatment, that is, the hand was bleeding profusely and you were sure it would need stitches. But you refused to go to the hospital for it. You held your bandaged hand up, wondering what to do.

You felt helpless. Your fear of hospitals was so great that even if you needed help, you couldn't go there. It felt like tears came to your eyes and your knees buckled.

"I never thought you could hurt yourself like that," said a familiar voice. You turned in surprise to see the captain of the yellow submarine from your dreams.

“Law…” his name slipped out of your mouth and you didn't understand what he was doing there. That you'd lose so much blood that you'd hallucinate?

"Sit down at the table, I won't help you on the ground," he said sternly. You just nodded your head in agreement and obeyed him. Law then sat down across from you and had a medical bag next to him that he used to dispense the necessary items.

For the fact that his voice was cold at first, he took your injured hand surprisingly gently. You watched him treat you with almost bated breath. First, he numbed the wound so it wouldn't hurt you unnecessarily before he cleaned it and started sewing it up.

You couldn't follow that anymore and so you focused your gaze on him. At his eyes, how focused he was on his task.

Once your hand was properly treated, he put his tools back into the case, which he then placed on the ground. You leaned over, but you couldn't see the briefcase anywhere.

"Are you still in pain? " he asked you. You shook your head. "Good. How did you even do that? You should be more careful. What if something more serious happened to you?” he started to scold you.

“Sorry,” you said weakly before hugging him. "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you. I didn't want to go to the hospital…” and you felt tears forming in your eyes again. You didn't want him to be mad at you. You felt him hug you too.

"Don't cry. I just want you to be safe," he said much more gently. That gave you the courage to look up at him. A fleeting smile played on his lips now before he wiped the tears from your face with his fingers.

Before you could answer him, he leaned closer to you and captured your lips in a kiss. Now you felt like you were in a dream. In a dream, you didn't want to wake up from.

Law Masterlist

Sleep Protector Masterlist

#one piece #one piece x reader #law x reader #trafalgar d water law #sleep protector #sleep protector Law #monster piece #trafalgar law #teddy bear

159 notes · View notes

gothfleur · 19 days

Text

home again - sam winchester

pairing : sam winchester x gn!reader/vampire!reader ➖⟢ genre : angst, hurt/comfort, fluff ➖⟢ cw : features dean x reader (platonic), near death experience, injuries, blood mention, animal death mention, swearing, so much pining, petty dean, crying, guilt, poorly edited, lmk if i missed something! ➖⟢ wc : 1.5K summary : after being turned into a vampire, you struggle to face sam again.

prefer to read on ao3? read it here!

note: this is my first time writing in a long time, and i'm trying out a new style... this is also my first time writing for sam! pls be kind and enjoy!

It’s been fourteen days since the vampires took you away as you slept in a dingy motel room with the Winchesters. Twelve days since they turned you into one of them. And seven days since you wasted them all.

The vampires had turned you, kept you, and starved you. Ensuring you would be driven into a bloodlust-fueled frenzy when they gave you something alive.

And when they did, you couldn’t help yourself. Soon, there was a crumpled human body at your feet, red pooling in a puddle beneath it—her. Thus leaving you a full-fledged vampire, bound to this way of life forevermore.

When you came to, mind clear now that you had been fed, you were careful in making sure none of them would hurt you ever again. Or… anyone else, for that matter.

You found Sam first. Asking around for you not far from where the vampires had taken you.

Sam felt as if he was running out of time. He had been worried sick, hardly sleeping or not sleeping at all. How could he rest if he didn’t know where you were? If you were even safe? He didn't even want to entertain the thought that you could be dead. You were out there, and he was going to find you.

You ultimately swore off seeing Sam and Dean ever again. You would just have to forget them; you were what they hunted now. You couldn’t face them, a monster in the perfect likeness of their friend. You were afraid of what they would think and what they would do. Would they forgive you? Would they turn you away? Worse yet, there was a possibility they would kill you, right? You were a vampire now, after all.

So, you tried to keep it low-key before you could get your shit together and get out of town, leaving your old life behind. Feeding only on animals and staying away from the humans around town. But when Sam and Dean caught wind of some mysterious blood-sucking disease affecting the animals, they knew they were close to finding the vampires who had something to do with your disappearance.

Little did they know, they just found you.

You had your teeth buried deep in the neck of a rat when you felt a blade press to the back of your neck.

“Fine dining out here, huh? Rats, yum.”

Dammit, Dean. Always with the sarcastic comments.

Your vampire instincts said to attack, but your human heart said to flee. You didn’t want them to see what you’d become.

“Answer our questions, and this blade won’t have your head rolling on the ground.”

Sam.

He didn’t sound like himself. He sounded desperate, worried, and at wit's end. If threats were going to be the quickest way to find you, so be it. He hoped this vampire would listen, that violence would be a last resort. This isn’t how he likes to go about things, but with someone he cared about in danger, he didn’t want to waste time.

Hunger stabs at your stomach at the smell of them. Blood is pulsing beneath the fragile layer of their skin. You can hear it sliding along their veins, and you fight back a gag. These were your friends, not something to devour.

You move, trying to stand and run, but the blade at your neck presses into your skin. You yelp, and a hand turns you and pins you to the ground, back pressed against the damp grass. You squirm in an attempt to free yourself, but you're weak and untrained. Your vampire strength can’t and won’t save you now.

You watch helplessly as their faces strain and relax in realization. Morphing from surprise, relief, then to some emotion you can’t place. Something tells you it's somewhere between anger, fear, and denial. Probably some fucked-up human mix of all three.

“Y/N…” Sam murmurs, his eyes softening as he looks at you, the blood drying on your lips. You can hear his heart slow; he’s relieved to see you, despite everything.

Dean removes his hands immediately, realizing it’s you who he’s hurt and pinned to the ground.

Sam takes a step forward, crouching in front of you and reaching to pull you up. You can’t help but shirk away, scrambling backward away from him. Sam winces at your reaction, and he bites at the inside of his lip.

“I’m so sorry, you guys. So sorry… I,” Words tumble from your lips before you can stop them. If your heart was still beating, you’re sure it would be leaping out of your chest right about now.

“Shh, shh. Y/N, we aren’t… we won’t hurt you,” Sam says, his voice soft and sweet like it always was. It’s only been two weeks since you saw him last, but so much has happened since then. It felt like a lifetime had passed between then and now. You were a completely different person now, on an entirely different level of existence.

“But what if I hurt you?” You cry, twisting your fingers between blades of grass as you lift your gaze to them. “I can’t trust myself. I’m so scared; I don’t want to hurt you.”

Dean has his hand hovering above his knife’s sheath, and you don’t blame him. You’re grateful. If you can’t stop yourself, maybe he will.

Sam swallows, glancing back at Dean to steady himself. He wasn’t expecting this, and if he was being honest, he didn’t know what to say or to do. But this was still you. The person whose coffee order he’d memorized, whose smile he’d tease out with compliments and stupid jokes, whose eyes he'd find himself lost in more times than he could count. You might be... different, but you’re still Y/N, and he’s going to make you remember that. You’re not a monster, and you’ll never be, at least not to him.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, you’re going to be okay,” he assured, his voice as gentle as possible. He reaches out again, his large hand coming to rest on your shoulder. It’s warm against your eternally cool skin, and you realize you’d forgotten what his warmth felt like.

“Sam,” You whisper, eyes flickering down at his hand, then back to his face. He’s handsome as always, his hazel eyes shining in the moonlight. You search them, scanning for any fear or disgust. There’s none of that. Instead, you find acceptance and concern. Your breaths come easier, and you swallow. Everything is easier when he’s by your side. Tears well in your eyes, and you realize that under all of your fear, there is comfort in seeing him again.

Sam watches as your eyes flutter shut, a tear rolling down your blood-streaked cheek. He wants so much to hold you, to wipe your face clean, and to tell you he’ll always be here for you. You’ll always be his Y/N.

“Aren’t you scared of me? Scared of what I’ll do? Of what I am?” You whine, looking up at Sam and Dean with a pleading look that crushes their hearts.

“You’re still you. Changed some, but still you.” Sam nods as he speaks, his inner brow raised worryingly. His words make you want to burst into tears. You were so scared of rejection, of them leaving you—all that makes you feel kind of silly now.

Dean sighs, his hand falling to his side as the other reaches up to rub his temple.

“Just keep your teeth to yourself, you hear?” He jokes, but you know he’s partly serious, too.

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” You chuckle, sniffling and wiping the tears from your cheek. You feel the dried blood crack on your face, and you wipe at it, scrubbing hard as it flakes off. Overcoming your sanguine urges would be hard, not to mention the fact you’re likely facing eternity. But maybe with these two by your side, it won’t be so bad.

Sam pulls you close, wrapping his long arms around you. He missed you. He missed hearing your laugh and breathing in your perfume whenever you walked past. He wasn’t going to let you go again.

You hesitate to hug him back at first, your vampiric instincts firing at full blast. But when you finally hold him, that all melts away. You feel human again, for a moment. And strong enough to beat this thing. After all, you’d met vampires who were able to resist their urges.

Sam strokes the back of your head once, feeling your hair under his fingers before breaking the hug. He smiles at you, and as he stands, he brings you up with him. His warm hand holds yours, and you never want him to let go.

“Jesus, you two,’ Dean rolls his eyes and motions back towards baby, ‘let’s just get back home. Y/N, you need a shower.”

“I missed you too, Dean.” You smile, and the three of you start back towards the car.

You breathe in the cool night air. You’re home again.

66 notes · View notes

miheartsedthings · 7 months

Text

NEW NSFW Alphabet ~ Headcanon~ Billy Hargrove

Minors DNI

SO, I've taken the liberty of changing this up a bit. I've redesignated some of these letters because I think we've all seen the old ones so many times. Also, I think these changes could be more interesting for Billy in particular. Mind you not All of these are different, just some.

Enjoy

A- Aftercare (What is he like right after sex?)

Billy is attentive. He knows how rough he can be so after he's calmed down, he takes care to make sure you're okay. This can look like verbal check ins or bringing you water and towels. He'll make sure you're safe and comfortable.

B- Body Count

Billy gets around. He stopped counting after 30.

C- Cum

Billy likes it inside you. Rather that be your mouth or elsewhere, he likes the idea of the essence of himself being in you. On your chest is a close second.

D- Dirty Talk

Billy is big on dirty talk. He gets really into it and can't help telling you how good you feel and giving orders (stroke that c*ck, baby). He has no problem telling you what he plans to do to you.

E- Easy (Does he play hard to get?)

Billy is usually easy. The only exception is if you're desperate. Then, he'll tease you, making you beg and tell him how badly you want him.

F- Fight

Arguments with Billy don't typically turn into sex, believe it or not. When he's actually angry, Billy doesn't feel safe, and if he doesn't feel safe he's not getting aroused. He's much more likely to say something to embarrass you and then storm off.

G- "Good Girl"

Sex being one of the few times he can be openly affectionate, Billy showers you with praise. He's a big fan of telling you what you're good at, how nice you taste, how good you're doing. Etc.

He likes when you tell him how he's making you feel, and he LOVES to hear you say you're all his.

H- Hickey

YES, he loves giving you hickeys, all over your body but especially in places where people can see them. When you give him a hickey he wears it like a badge of honor. (Side note, this just gave me an idea for a story 😘)

I- Intimacy

Billy really enjoys intimacy and feeling loved by you, he just has trouble verbalizing it. He expresses love physically, he wants to touch and kiss and fondle you to show his affections. He's also slower to anger with you and will show up around you.

You know how cats pretend they don't care about you and then just "happen" to be in the same room as you all the time? Yeah, that's Billy. He just happens to show up to parties you're attending, even parties you're throwing that he wasn't invited to.

He crashed a wedding you attended because he heard you didn't have a plus one.

J- Jealous

Does it even need to be said? Billy will get jealous if your gaze lingers on a poster too long. He's a walking nightmare to any guy who looks your way. He's your scary dog privilege.

When he gets jealous there's a 50/50 chance that he's just as mad at you as the other person. Sometimes he views you as too innocent to notice other people lusting after you. At other times he accuses you of having a wandering eye.

It takes a long time to talk him out of his jealousy, but it always comes back to reminding him that he's good enough and you aren't going anywhere. After a jealous episode he's usually feeling vulnerable. Kisses help.

K- Kick (Something he's always kicking himself for)

Billy regrets the times you've seen him lose control of his anger. He wishes he could've been better when you met so you didn't have to see any of that and he could've avoided hurting you. Now that he's growing he just wishes he could've been a better man for you in the beginning.

L- Location

Billy is fond of car sex. He likes to get you in the backseat and put down a towel to protect the seats. He also likes to get you alone at a party with the music to cover the sounds.

M- Motivation

Billy gets turned on easily. He loves when you try to flirt with him, even if you're bad at it. If you're bad at it then he just teases you about your crumby game and watches you get flustered which he finds extremely cute.

He loves you in skirts and halter tops. He loves seeing you naked in his leather jacket. He'll pretty much f*ck you at the drop of a hat.

N- No

No scat, no golden showers, no sounding.

O- Oral

Billy is a big fan. BIG BIG fan of oral, both giving and receiving. In a way he's more proud of his skills with his tongue than with his stick. In a way it feels like more of an accomplishment to know how to use just your mouth and fingers to get someone off.

P- Position

His favorite position is cowgirl, believe it or not. (More on this later) A close second is having you flat on your stomach. He likes to have you like that with an arm around your neck, mostly because it quickly overwhelms you and he loves seeing you like that.

Q- Quickie

Billy is down for a quickie in theory. In practice he's more likely to just make you late to wherever you're supposed to be.

R- Risk

Billy likes a healthy level of risk. Like I mentioned he likes having sex at parties, but he'll also sneak into a bar or restaurant bathroom with you. Back row at a movie theater is a fun one.

S- Sloppy

Billy gets sloppy sometimes, maybe if he's drunk. He likes fingering you when you're really wet.

T- Time

Billy likes sex pretty much whenever, but his FAVORITE time is the middle of the night. If you find yourself up late with him you're going to get your cheeks clapped. This is also true if he wakes up in the middle of the night. And don't let there be a thunderstorm, Lord help you.

U- Unfair

Billy likes to tease you, fluster you, overwhelm you, make you say please, make you say exactly what you want before he gives it to you. Jerk.

V- Volume

Billy isn't shy about his sounds, he'll let you and the people next door know how he's feeling.

W- Weakness

When you ride him he falls to pieces, (see, told you we'd come back to it.) particularly when you get up on your feet and squat down on him. Combine that with a hand around his throat and he's done for.

X- Xenial (Is he hospitable?)

Billy wants you to feel safe and comfortable when you're with him. At first, he doesn't know how to go about it besides having stereotypical "girl" stuff around.

He also mistakes looking out for you and "keeping you safe" for being bossy. He'll try to tell you who to hang out with, how much to drink, and where to go because he wants to take care of you. Needless to say this causes problems.

At the end of the day, if you need anything all you have to do is ask.

Y- Yearning

Billy has a high sex drive, but it doesn't have to be penetration every time. He likes all kinds of sexual behavior and will thoroughly enjoy it every time.

Z- Zone

Billy wants above all else to just share space with you. It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, as long as you're safe and happy it's the perfect place for him.

Thanks for reading 😘

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #billy hargrove smut #fanfic #sea swallow me #billy hargrove 18+#billy hargrove imagine #alphabet #headcanon

237 notes · View notes

hrryshoney · 1 year

Text

soon you will be mine, but i want you now

A/N: the picture? i’m just a sleaze, sorry! yeah this is part 2 to my previous matty fic! again, i apologize for any switching perspectives. lmk if i’m bad at writing smut.. honest reviews pls!

warnings: smut, literally sex lmao. idiots in love, are they gonna fuck while he’s sick? …sorry, but it wasn’t that bad in the first place! the drama queen likes to play it up. very wordy. bad writing..?😕

You and Matty were friends. Best friends. Well, maybe more than that now. Because you didn’t know any friends who did this with each other, best or not.

Matty’s lips were on yours. Moving firmly against one another. You were in a daze, it seems, because you don’t know how or when you began straddling his lap. Or maybe he put you there? Either way.

He was kissing you with such fervor that it made your whole body hot. He bit down on your lip, and you let out a truly pathetic gasp. This gave him an opening, and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You could feel his smile against your lips.

Matty Healy was going to drive you insane, if he hadn’t already.

You pulled back and put your hands on his chest, breathing heavily. “Need air, Matty. Jesus, you got the lungs of a swimmer or some shit?” You move your neck back farther.

His lips chase yours. He pants, “Just got a lot of practice.” He attaches his lips to your neck. “Wanna practice on you, now.” You feel his teeth sink in, a little above your collarbone. His mouth sucks on the spot.

“You’re- you’re gonna leave a mark.” Your sentence is finished off with a half whimper/half pant. He’s really affecting you. Who knew suppressing emotions for your best friend would lead to tension filled foreplay?

“Mhm, good. Show ‘em all.” He licks over the spot he just sucked. “Can’t wait to see the mark, been wanting you like this for too long.” This is a Matty you’ve never seen before. Eyes dark, ravenous. His hair is messy atop his head, his chest is rising and falling rapidly. You think you want to become accustomed to this Matty.

“You have?” It’s a genuine question, although a stupid one. He just gave you a hickey and you’re asking if he wants you? Maybe it’s an ego thing, but you just want confirmation. You’ve been pining after him for far too long, and now that you have him.. it’s safe to say you want to keep him.

“You’re an oblivious little thing. I’ve always fancied you. Thought for sure ya noticed. Doesn’t matter, though. Have ya now.” Matty continues his assault on your neck, moving lower and lower now. The neck of his your oversized tee is moving lower with each kiss. “Can I take this off you, darling?” His eyes search yours for consent.

You barely get to finish your nod as he yanks the shirt over your head. You had forgone a bra today. Thinking you were only taking care of Matty, and that the tee covered your nipples, you didn’t see the point. Now though, on Matty’s lap, you feel all too exposed.

His eyes are glued to your chest, hands resting on your waist and squeezing the skin every so often. That look in his eyes is going to kill you. But what really does it is the small fuck me that’s whispered under his breath. Your hips give an involuntary roll against his own.

Your whimper makes him look up, you roll your hips again. Matty’s groan sounds too good coming out of his mouth. He tightens his hold on your hips. “Stop moving, yeah? Gonna be a good girl tonight and listen to me?”

Now that, you were not expecting. The moan that rips from your chest is something new. That was uncharted territory, something your old flings had never dabbled into. You didn’t think you were getting dirty talk with Matty. Oh, you were terribly wrong.

“Matty, shit. Please, yes, I’m good.” You didn’t know you had a big submissive side inside of you, but Matty is definitely bringing it out. He rolls his hips up into yours, but his hands restrain you from doing the same.

“Awe, you’re adorable, aren’t you? Just wanna be my good girl? That’s alright, love. You will be.” The snicker that comes along with his smirk is another thing you’re not accustomed to. The condescending tone. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

He picks you up from his lap and lays you back on the bed, into his previous spot. Matty had forgone a shirt, something about how hot he was with the ‘fever’. He was only in some sweats, and he looked good. You were aware of your best friends body, but seeing it this way was something else. His muscles and tattoos made your mouth water.

“Eyes are up here, babe.” He laughs at your awed state. His fingers are gilding up and down your leg, toying with the hem of your shorts. “I can take these off?” He asks for confirmation again, ever the gentleman. You nod.

“No, words. Use your words, please.” He smiles, he really is sick, you think.

“Yes, Matty, please.” Your hips buck up as he fiddles with the hem. Goosebumps have risen on your thigh from his touch.

“Good manners too, aren’t you sweet?” He grabs the waistband of your shorts and begins to pull them down. Slowly. Hauntingly slow. He knows what he’s doing, and you hate it.

You’re left in just your light blue underwear, you think it’s only fair if he strips too. “Can you take your pants off, please? Then we’ll be even.”

He simply does as he’s told, and tugs the gray sweatpants down his leg. He kicks them off to somewhere in the room, but your eyes are glued to his briefs.

Without giving you too much time to ogle, his mouth is glued to your chest. Kissing and touching your breasts. “Feel what you do to me?”

He pushed his bulge into your leg as he continues kissing your chest. “Got me so fuckin’ hard from nothing, like a bloody teenager. You always make me this hard.” He groans into your breast.

“Oh, Matty.” Your response is weak, but it’s the only coherent thing that will come out of your mouth.

“Yeah, love when you say my name. Would fuck my fist and think about ya. Moaning, making those pretty noises for me.” You gasp at that, you didn’t think he thought about you in that way.

You knew you’d done it before, but you would never tell. Those nights where you were aching, and desperately needed relief. Where you would slide your hand between your thighs and pretend it was Matty’s. You never knew the feeling was reciprocated.

“Taste so fucking good. Need a real taste. Can I, love? Can I eat ya?” You knew what he was asking, but you were apprehensive. Every time a guy went down on you, you never came. It was nothing personal, you guessed it just wasn’t your cup of tea.

“Yeah, you- you can, Matty. But if I don’t come, don’t feel some way. Never come when guys eat me out.” You shrugged, though you feel your body ignite from the way he looked at you.

“Shame. Guess they weren’t doin’ it right, darling.” He moves down your body and plants kisses on your stomach as he does so. He keeps going when he reaches the waistband of your panties. He kisses you over them.

Matty sits back on his knees and sees the prominent wet spot on your underwear. He puts his thumb atop it and pushes. You gasp, “Fuck, Matty!” clearly not ready for the stimulation.

“All that for me?” And though it’s a rhetorical question, you still nod. “So nice and wet, perfect for me.” He gives you mercy and slides your panties down your legs.

He’s at the edge of the bed now, just laying and staring at your pussy. You almost close your legs out of humiliation, but his strong hands rest on your thighs to pry them open. “Don’t run from me, darling. It’s really a sin to hide this pretty cunt. Really a shame no one’s taken care of her properly.” He runs his finger up your slit, collecting your wetness and pressing on your clit.

Your face heats from his vulgar words, and you let out a whine. Your hands cover your face. “Matty… please.”

“Aw, c’mon. Don’t be shy, ‘m just being honest.” His face gets close to your pussy and you feel his breath against it. The whine you let out is music to his ears. Matty licks a thick stripe, and you let out a guttural moan.

His tongue is all over in the best way possible. He’s sucking on your clit and it’s making you see stars. Your hands fly to his hair and you tug. “Mm, sorry. Don’t wanna hurt ya, just feels good.” You rub his head after your apology.

He speaks, and the vibrations against your cunt are sending you over the edge. “Tug all you want, don’t mind.” You let out a loud moan, and he laughs.

He moves his hand from holding your thigh and sticks one finger in your hole, continuing to suck your clit. Your hips buck from the internal stimulation. His finger moving in and out of you, and his lips around your clit is.. very pleasant, to say the least. Even more so when he adds a second finger.

You let out a sigh of pleasure. Matty curls his fingers. His are so big, yours just don’t compare. 2 of his feels like 3 of yours. He detached his lips from your clit and lays his tongue flat on it. You feel a jolt through your body, the pressure is building.

“Oh! Hm, Matty, I’m-‘m gonna…” You pant out and close your eyes tight, preparing for your orgasm. But it doesn’t come. You don’t cum. That’s because Matty has ceased all movements, moved away from your pussy entirely and is staring at you with a smile on his face.

“Matty! What the fuck, I was just about to cum. Are you serious?” You’re looking at him and pouting, a crease in your brow. He thinks you look positively adorable.

“Terribly sorry, darling.” He pouts back in faux sympathy. “But if you’re gonna cum, it’ll be ‘round my cock, yeah?” He moves to slide his briefs down his legs.

I feel myself nodding absentmindedly. Agreeing, or ready to agree with him. Ready to be compliant for him. And when he takes off his briefs… it really is a sight to see.

Matty’s cock is pretty. Of course it is, just like everything else about Matty. And right now, the tip is red and leaking pre-cum. He’s hard, long and thick. You can see veins popping out, it looks like it hurts.

Your mouth moves before you have chance to think about what your saying, “Want me to suck you off?” and your eyes widen as the words spill out.

“Jesus, what am I gonna do with you?” He asks, and smiles as he looks down at you. Kneeling on the bed, now. Slotted between your thighs. Almost where you need him. “Not today, darling. But thank you for the offer, ‘m sure your mouth feels amazing.”

‘Not today’, the phrase gives you even more hope that this is not a one off thing. That you and your best friend will progress together, and this isn’t just a hookup that will be brushed under the rug.

“I’m gonna go slow, okay? Tell me what you like and what you don’t.” He grabs onto your hands, and it all feels so tender. You’re glad Matty’s in your life.

When he thrusts in, you can’t hold the moan. He can’t hold his either. Matty’s noises are heaven sent. He sounds so good. Gravelly and whiny, but domineering. And with your whining in the back, it all sounds like the perfect soundtrack.

“You- you’re so big, Matty. Don’t know how it fits.” If you were in your right mindset, you would never inflate his ego like this. You know it’s big enough as it is. Oh, well. At least he’s endowed enough to back it up.

His smirk says enough. “Yeah? Filling you up good? This tight cunt? So good f’me. Perfect, like you were made for me.” He continues to pull in and out of you at an unrelenting pattern.

“Oh, God! Mhm, right there, please.” You can’t do much of anything else than cry out for him.

“Not God, just me.” He grins as he keeps thrusting into you, the sound of skin slapping fills the room. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” His mouth is right by your ear, you feel feral.

You clench around him. Hearing him pant your name is just the cherry on top. You feel the pressure building again. “Matty, so so close. Please.” Your whimpers and pleas don’t fall on deaf ears. Especially not when Matty brings his thumb around to press on your clit.

“Oh, Matty! Yes, yes please!”

“That’s right. My fucking girl. C’mon, be good for me. Cum. Cum all over my cock, angel. You can do it.”

All you can do is yell Matty’s name. You finally feel that release. Your vision goes white and Matty brings his hand to rest loosely on your neck. He’s still pounding into you, and you’re getting very overstimulated very fast.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot. So good for me, whole time. My good little girl, I’m close, shit.” Matty is groaning and panting in your ear, his pace never wavering. You think he has too much stamina. Then, you think that’s a good thing, a really good thing.

“Matty, please. Cum for me, please.” And you don’t care how pathetic you sound, begging for him to finish. You need him that bad.

“Where- where do ya want it?”

You don’t even have to think, “In-inside me, on the pill. Please, cum inside me?”

And Matty’s guttural groan is worth it. “Fuck, gonna be the death of me. Cum inside ya, fill you up real nice. That’s what you want, right babe?”

You nod your head so much that it could fall off your shoulders, and Matty’s thrusts are slowing down. You feel his dick twitch inside of you. You feel his cum dripping down your thighs. Matty pulls out, and you know you’re gonna be sore tomorrow morning.

He’s just staring between your legs, and then, “So pretty, should keep you like this all the time.” he takes two fingers and shoves them inside of you, pushing his cum back in.

Your back arches off the bed, “Fuck me, Matty.”

He collapses into the spot next to me, and pulls me into his chest. “Already did that one, love.” We both let out a giggle.

You two lay there in comfortable silence for a couple moments. His arm is around your body, fingers drawing circles on your bicep. Your hand falls to his chest, tracing his tattoos.

You figure you have to break the silence first. “So… can I be incredibly cliche with the ‘what are we?’ line, or do I need new material?”

Matty let’s out a loud laugh at that. He plants a kiss to the top of your forehead. “Y/N, honestly I’ve liked you for the better half of 8 years. If you want to be my girlfriend, then I’d be happy to be your boyfriend.” The words boyfriend and girlfriend make you giddy. You feel like a schoolgirl on her first date.

“‘Course I’d be your girlfriend, Matty. Don’t know if you could tell, but I’ve liked you too. Obviously.” You giggle a little. There’s a light and airy feeling in your chest. This is good.

“Mhm, take you out on a proper date after this. Dinner, movie, wherever you want to go. Whatever you want to do. Suppose I did it out of order. Fucked ya first, then wooing you on a date, yeah?” Matty chuckles a little, rubbing your arm. You laugh, too.

“You woo me everyday, Matty.”

“Careful, flattery gets you everywhere with me. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You smile. Matty smiles. You’re both glowing with happiness. This time, you lean in.

#divider cred: @cafekitsune #tea’s writing ✍🏻

429 notes · View notes

salty-croissants · 10 months

Note

I gots a small request!

You know those big Japanese’s bath houses? They’re like big ponds,,, but for humans!

Maybe a cute reader x bullfrog, where bullfrog is just vibing and reader can’t help but gush at the lil frog like mannerism while soaking in a bath house after a long mission? 👀👉🏼👈🏼 perhaps he’s embarrassed when they point it out lol

Thank you for the request !

This was really nice and creative ! I enjoyed writing it :D

I actually ended up making a whole little story out of it instead of the usual headcanons , cause I live for Bullfrog and the reader being soft to each other :,)

Hope this turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

If there was one thing that you and your boyfriend enjoyed the most after a long , harsh day , it was the tranquility of your favorite bathhouse :

just the two of you , alone with the relaxing warmth of the water , without having to worry about anything or anyone else …

That was all that either of you could really ask for .

< Ahh , now that’s better … are you comfortable , mon amour ? >

< Mhm … >

You smiled , glancing at Bullfrog who was sitting right next to you in the bathtub , and then gave him a little kiss on the forehead .

< I’m so happy we got to do this today . It’s been a while since we came here , hasn’t it ? >

< Oui … speaking of which , I’m very sorry I haven’t been able to spend more time with you y/n , but - >

< There is nothing to apologize for my love : Eden has really been stepping up their game lately , today’s been proof of that … so please don’t feel guilty about it , okay ? >

He smiled softly in response , grateful for your understanding , then he leaned his head on your shoulder , letting out a content sigh : your presence alongside the calm atmosphere of the bathhouse was already making him feel a lot more at ease each passing minute …

Your eyes couldn’t help but wander on the fresh scar on Bullfrog’s back , a result of a particularly difficult fight that had taken place just a few hours ago …

Not like that was any news : traces of old and recent battles could be found all over his tiny body , and every time you looked at them the thought that he was willing to get hurt over and over to keep those around him safe made you feel … quite worried .

However , those morbid reflections disappeared the second you turned around , only to realize that Bullfrog had been staring at you the whole time you had been silent …

< Heh … enjoying the view , darling ? ~ >

He let out a tiny gasp as he heard your words , shaking his head while looking away … you could swear his cheeks were slightly red .

< Ah - j-je suis desolat , I just - >

The assassin took a deep breath , fidgeting with his fingers while giving you a shy smile .

< You look so beautiful right now , mon cher … I mean , you always look beautiful , but after all we’ve been through today it just feels … different , you know ?

Plus I am quite exhausted , I’ll admit , so looking up at your dreamy visage made me so comfortable I almost fell asleep …

I hope that’s not too weir - mm — >

Bullfrog was caught off guard the moment you leaned closer to his face to place a kiss on his lips , but after a moment of surprise he gladly reciprocated , his arms surrounding you in a gentle hold while little waves caused by your movements shook the surface of the otherwise completely still water …

After a few minutes of bliss you both pulled away and you caressed his cheek , your eyes never leaving his .

< It’s not weird at all , Bullfrog …

You’re always so sweet to me , and I love you so much for that reason alone ~ >

He looked up at you in awe , his breathing still slightly labored after being showered with so much affection , and he buried his face in your chest , the sound of your heartbeat making him feel like home …

< I love you too , y/n … you really do mean everything to me ~ >

#captain laserhawk #x reader #bullfrog x reader #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #gender neutral reader

171 notes · View notes

bluenotes75 · 1 year

Text

Trust (repost)

Repost because the original got labeled even though there's no adult content :(

Miles Morales ! 42 x Fem ! Reader Synopsis : ''I fucked up princesa, I fucked up bad.'' wc : 1,6k Warnings : spoilder for atsv, angst, THEY ARE AROUND 19 YEARS OLD, possessiveness, this is angst but like good one, cheating, no proofread, what I could remember from my spanish class 3 years ago. pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.3

You glanced at your phone for the hundredth time this minute.

Still no sign of life from Miles.

Miles never left you on read.

Since then you had heard nothing from his side. It was already far in the night and you should be sleeping, but you couldn't close an eye.

At this point, you were contemplating directly calling his mother or even his friends. But you knew Miles despised you talking to other guys. Even if they were his own friends.

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a bang on your window. You jumped at the sound and gawked when you catch sight of the boy tormenting your thoughts out of the corner of your eyes.

You were left speechless as he leaned down and nestled his face on your chest, right over your breast. This sudden display of physical affection was unusual from your Miles. You were the one initiating the cuddles, the kisses, the hand-holding. So you couldn't help your heart from fluttering at this new attention. However, the feeling quickly vanished as you remembered the context. Your worry came back like a slap on your cheek.

“My love, what's going on ?” you broke the silence and wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him back, sensing that he needed it.

You received the silence treatment.

“Miles,” you frowned and leaned back to look at his face, only for him to stop you by tightening his arms around the low of your back.

“You haven't answered any of my texts since yesterday, what happened? Is it your uncle? You can talk to me. ”

He took a deep breath against your skin but still left you with no explanation, which made you upset.

“Miles, you can't just disappear for a whole day and come back as if it was nothing !”

“Lo siento Mami, I messed up,” his pained voice came out muffled by your shirt. You scowled at his words. ‘uh ?’

“What do you mean ?”

''m' so sorry. I fucked up Princesa. I fucked up bad.''

You moved your hand to his hair to caress it and comfort him.

''What did you do ?''

''I-fuck, don't make me say it.''

Whatever he has done had to be really bad for him to be that panicked. You could definitely tell that it had been eating him all day.

''Tell me,''

''….I messed up last night. I touched another girl.''

As soon as the words escaped his mouth, your hand froze in his hair. All the worries slipped out of your body as your blood ran cold. This couldn't be what you thought right?

''W-what ?''

''I spent the night with another girl.''

There it was.

Sensing your lack of reaction, Miles leaned back to look at you.

''You don't know how much I regret it-''

''Let go of me.''

The boy tensed in your arm at the unusual coldness of your voice.

“No mami, let me explain-”

“Let me go !” This time you yelled.

All that for him to fumble and cheat on you in the end.

You felt your eyes water but you refused to cry in front of him. He couldn't see you weak. He couldn't see how much he had wounded you.

“Get out,”

“I won't, you can't end us.”

“What?'' You scoffed at his nerve. ''You ended us the moment you prioritized your pleasure over our relationship. Get out !”

Yet, he stayed still.

And that's all it took for you to lose it. He didn't have enough of betraying you, now he had to stay and insensitively watch you break down. Before you could control yourself, you landed a punch on his chest. Then another, and another one. Soon they rained. They didn't do anything to him. Miles was barely affected by it, and you weren't surprised. He was the prowler, after all, he was not weak.

While he was not affected physically, he was a mess on the inside. He had never seen you this upset, and he loathed himself for being the cause of it.

“How could you do this to me !” Tears rolled down your cheeks.

But he couldn't bear to lose you.

He let go of your waist and wrapped his fingers around your wrists to stop your punches. You tried to escape his hold but he was too strong.

“Querida, mirame por favor. I will make it up to you. I'll buy you everything you want. Tu eres mi mundo and you know-” he tried but you wouldn't hear anything.

“Who do you think I am? You can't buy me with money! Stop being selfish and leave !”

For some reason, Miles seemed to catch the message as he finally let go of your hands and stepped back.

''I hope you can forgive me, mami.''

''Don't. I hate you. I wish I never met you.''

#miles earth 42 #miles molares #miles earth 42 x reader #42 miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #atspv #spiderverse #prowler!miles #prowler miles fanfic #prowler miles #spiderman #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miles 42 #miles morales x you #miles x reader

3K notes · View notes

lovemari · 8 months

Text

IMPORTANT: Hello! My old account, Lovemari, got deleted. Therefore, I had to make a new one. I'm honestly pretty upset about this so I'll take some time to recover! Thankfully, all my posts are saved as I write them in google docs before posting. Please like and reblog so I can reach my old followers and potentially new ones!

Cuddle, Stress and Safety - Wanderer x Reader

Reminder: I'm not an experienced writer so construction criticism is always welcome! Also, I write for fun. I just wanted to share my work around the world!

Pairing: Wanderer x Reader

Synopsis: Wanderer taking care of you in the cutest way ever.

Notes: I wrote this with myself in mind. I often feel skittish or easily frustrated. Also, I'm back from my very short hiatus. I just had a small writer's block haha!

You're quite timid, often stressing about small things or feeling alone and separate. You often break down easily or begin to act somewhat differently when you hear loud noises or sounds.

Recently, you've gone to your boyfriend for comfort and care in those bad times. You wanted to be held by someone you loved and cherished so dearly. Wanderer is your comfort.

Although, Wanderer is definitely rough and intimidating, often having his enemies cowering in fear the moment he attacks. His hands are tough and dominating, yet when he's with you, they're simply gentle and soft.

Wanderer has never comforted someone before, so he's often confused on how he should caress your hair or whisper sweet, soothing words. It was different, to say the least. Wanderer is so vulnerable and gentle with you. It's like he's another person completely.

The truth is, he just wants you to be happy. He knows how much your breakdowns affect you. He wants you to feel safe and pleased. You're his heart and he wouldn't change that for anything.

He'd often ask you, “Is this the right placement?” Or, “Want me to touch somewhere else?” during these peaceful moments. It shows that he truly cares for your well-being despite being such an adamant and unsettling individual.

Though, when he finishes asking numerous questions, you're already fast asleep. Wanderer would let out a quiet, light chuckle, followed by a smirk. He knows how pure and benevolent you are towards everyone and everything.

Wanderer would stay put for hours until you woke up, finding yourself in his arms. A simple, “Good morning, sleepy.” was enough to make you feel at home. Wanderer was addicted to your smile, as he knew a majority of them were meant for him.

Once you're fully awake, Wanderer will prepare your favorite dish. He would make sure everything was made right, as well as having a drop of love into his foods. It may sound corny, but it's true. All of his dishes are made with you in mind.

Wanderer would serve your food, as if you were royalty. Then he'd give you massages, even though he doesn't really know how to do them. This is because Wanderer wants you to feel loved. He doesn't want you to cry or have a meltdown.

Wanderer would watch over you every afternoon. Watching the sunset and having you on his chest made him feel loved, cherished and appreciated. He always hoped those feelings were mutual. After all, you come first, in his agenda.

When the day is over, Wanderer would tuck you in, before climbing into the bed himself. He would kiss your temple before wrapping his arms around you, giving you extra warmth.

Wanderer would watch over you, making sure danger wouldn't dare to come near you. He didn't require sleep, so it didn't hurt his mental wellbeing. After all, he got to make sure you're safe and secure.

You're the best thing that ever happened to him.

124 notes · View notes

callmemaeverick · 2 years

Text

A Match Well-Played [Sherlock Holmes x fem!Reader]

AN: As promised, Part Deux of Dangerous Games! This was tricky to dish out because I intended DG as a oneshot, but you all and your comments gave the the kick in the butt to crank out another, with a third one in the works. As always, non-period compliant, but I do try my best to do some research and by research, I meant I watched Bridgerton.

Part 1

Anywho... Onwards. The game is ON!

It would seem that after that fateful night, you just cannot escape Sherlock Holmes.

You hadn't seen him again after leaving his apartment, especially with the news about the case breaking out the next morning and if you were honest, you were actually grateful for it. It gave you the chance to do what you do best in these kinds of situations; run.

You told yourself that it was late and it had been a long night and the only reason Sherlock acted that way was due to the blood loss. Surely.

And you... well, you were caught up in the moment.

So, promising your aunt that you would visit again soon, you went back to your life, ready to put said man and said moment behind you.

Or so you thought.

xxxx

The sounds of giggling caught your attention and you looked up to see the two young girls that just entered your place of work. Calling out a greeting, you gave them a welcoming smile as you work your way down another set of inventory.

Working in a bookshop was one of the biggest joys of your life. You had loved books ever since your could remember and it was a dream come true to be able to spend countless hours just surrounded by thousands of stories. The owners of the store were an old loving couple and like you, they were avid readers. Together, all three of you had endeavored to cultivate and encourage reading to all of your patrons, especially young children. The store had became your safe haven, your second home, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

It was a busy day that day and as you carefully restocked some of Shakespeare's sonnets into their rightful places, you accidentally caught the whispers.

"I can't believe it's him!" A girl said, her voice giddy.

"He looks even more handsome than the papers made him out to be,"

"I wonder if he'll come in here,"

You smiled at their antics, amused as you recalled that you were once in their shoes, giggling and gushing over a boy. Running your fingers against the spines one last time to make sure they are properly arranged, you left the girls to their gossips and made your way back to the front.

Only for the door to swing open and enter someone you have not seen in a long long time.

The gasp you barely managed to tamp down actually scratched your throat as you whirled quickly and glued your back flat against the side of a shelf, wishing childishly that it would absorb you into the wood. You smiled awkwardly at the shocked looks your customers were giving you, but you dare not move from your spot.

You should have known something was going to happen that day. Ever since you woke, there was this niggling feeling at the back of your head and you just knew it was going to affect your day in the most unwanted way.

And there it was, in the form of your former love.

Royce looked as handsome as the day you last saw him. His dark brown hair combed and coiffed perfectly despite being under a top hat all morning. His eyes glittered in the late evening light as he looked at the young woman at his arm.

Your heart clenched at the smiles they shared, the one on his lips exactly the same as the one once shared with you. The memory of what happened came to the forefront of your mind and you shook your head to block it out. It wasn't anyone's fault, you reminded yourself. People fall out of love sometimes.

Still you couldn't help the anxiety climbing up your throat. You were fine going separate ways so long as you don't have to see him again. That's why you up and left, why you spent a lot of your time visiting your aunt or reading indoors.

But you were working, and you needed to be professional. And your feet refused to move.

"God God. You need to stop this. It's ridiculous!"

"What is?"

You jumped a foot in the air at sudden intrusion and whirled around wildly, only to stop dead facing the man standing right next to you

"Sherlock!" You exclaimed, breathless. Clearing your throat, you eyed the people around you and composed yourself. "Mr. Holmes, what are you doing here?"

Sherlock Holmes narrowed his eyes as he studied you and you did all you could to act nonchalant, as if you did not know what he was doing, as if you didn’t want to disappear off the face of the Earth that very moment. It was a few minutes of uncomfortable silence as you fidgeted under his stare, but as usual, you refused to blink first. Perhaps he wouldn't figure it out.

“Who is he?”

Dash it.

When your jaw clenched involuntarily, you knew you couldn’t hide it from him. Not anymore. You opened you mouth to speak, but to your utter despair, someone beat you to it.

You turned slowly at the call of your name, as if your feet had turned to lead. You straightened your posture from the shelf, brushing off imaginary creases from your skirt before you raised your eyes to meet that of your first love.

“Royce," The smile on your face was tight, but you painted it on nonetheless. "It's so nice to see you again,"

Beside you, Sherlock shifted, as if something about the tone of your voice threw him off. You ignored him.

"You as well," Ever so polite, Royce responded. A beat of uncomfortable, dreadful silence ticked, before he turned to the woman beside him. "Amelia wanted to find some new books to read. She's a notorious reader... very much like you in that aspect."

Hurt lanced through your heart at that statement, that this new woman in his life was so similar to you, but somehow he had chosen her instead. You turned your smile to her, as she too smiled demurely at you. "Well, we have wonderful collections in here. I believe you would find something to your liking, Miss Amelia."

"Why thank you, dear. I just really need to get out of the house today. All this planning for the ball is so tedious, I couldn't stand it."

"The ball?" You asked. There was talk of a ball being held in town in a couple of days, but you hadn't paid much attention.

"Yes. My father insists to have a ball to celebrate my re-entrance into polite society. I have been away, you see. Travelling." She whispered conspiratorially. "I told him there was no need, but he is such a stubborn old man."

Despite everything, you really liked Amelia. Your smile bloomed steadier.

"You must come," She invited. "You and- " Her eyes moved to your left and widened in recognition.

Almost as if a bell dinged in your head, you realized that there was something else you hadn't paid attention to. Someone else, who was silent at your back throughout the last few minutes. "Oh, Royce, Amelia, this is-"

"Sherlock Holmes, Miss Delacourt," Sherlock took her hand and gave it a light kiss. "And we would love to attend your ball."

You stood frozen as the world seem to halt all around you. Your brain struggled to compute what had happened and you could only watch as the woman before you, like any other red-blooded woman around Sherlock Holmes, blushed lightly under his gaze. She shifted almost excitedly as she took him, and you, side by side. "That is splendid, Mr. Holmes. Isn't it splendid, my love?"

Your eyes were wide in surprise as was Royce's was. Clearing his throat, he blinked his shock away and returned his focus to Amelia. "That it is, darling." He looked back at Sherlock, then you, then back to Sherlock. Without your permission, a part of you, a small powerful part you did well to control, wanted to smirk at the look on his face. But you didn't.

He extended his hand to the man beside you. "I will see you there, Mr. Holmes."

The world seemed to be in a daze as the couple took their leave to begin exploring your store. Your head was muggy and your heart was racing. Without another word, you turned away and marched back to the front counter.

Sherlock called your name once, twice and a third time before you spun suddenly to face him. "What have you done?!" You hissed, finally feeling your bottled emotions bubbling to the surface. Your finger poked his chest and you were too close, decorum be damned. "Why would you do that?!"

He stood there in front of you, bodies inches apart, sharing your breath. For a split second, the store was empty and there were only the two of you. You wanted to slap him, yell at him, because how dare he drag you into this. How dare he spoke for you. But then, he inhaled and took a step back. And the world came back to life.

"I'm sorry."

Like a candle in a gust of wind, your ire dissipated. You knew Sherlock Holmes and you knew, you knew for a fact he does not normally apologize. Crossing your arms, you told him to continue.

"I was sent an invitation by Lord Delacourt and my brother-" He sighed, almost annoyed. "My brother insisted that I make an appearance."

You had heard of this mysterious brother. Powerful and protected by the government, and you knew he was the only person who could tell Sherlock Holmes what to do.

"But why drag me into it? You could have gone yourself."

He gave you a look that answered it all and you almost laughed. Sherlock Holmes, detective extraordinaire, cowering at the thought of overzealous mothers looking for a match for their daughters. "Ah, I see... You saw an opportunity and you took it.”

The man had the decency to look admonished. "So will you come?"

You thought about it for a moment, thought about seeing Royce and Amelia and then thought about their reaction to the thought of you and Sherlock. He had accepted the invitation on your behalf, and not showing up will only brought on more questions.

You took another moment to make sure you were committing to this, as there was no turning back. Then you took another moment just to annoy Sherlock.

Which you achieved when he called your name once more.

You sighed. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this."

"Well then, my Lady,” His smile was the one he has when he cracked a case, and you rolled your eyes. “It looks like we're going to a ball."

TBC

Tagging: @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer, @minecraftravine

#sherlock holmes #henry cavill #enola holmes #henry cavill sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock homes fanfiction #sherlock holmes imagine #dangerous games #mav's posts

2K notes · View notes