#ahhh my darling little idiots

[sulkybender]

just heard the term “brojobs” and if that isn’t the most Zukka-coded thing in the world I don’t know what to tell you.

Sokka would be in such denial. “Oh pfft, it’s not like that! They’re just brojobs!”

[runa-falls]

reciprocation

part 1 | part 3

pairing: best friend!steven grant x reader

cw: smut (18+), fwb relationship, PWP, face sitting, mutual-pining but their idiots so..., 69, cumming untouched, cum eating.

w/c: 3.4k of SMUT AHHH

a/n: ignore how this is suddenly typed with capital letters :0. THIS ONE IS FOR MY FAVORITE STEVEN ANON WITH THE 69 REQUEST FROM A MONTH AGO -- i'm sorry it took so long 🫠

also special shout out for @whatthefishh for reading over it like half-a-month ago 😭🙏🏻 i was going through a major writers block :^)

masterlist

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“Are you sure about this?” You watch him warily from a few feet away, shifting from side to side.

Steven is laid back on the bed patiently waiting for you, hair fluffy and soft under him. You can tell he’s been thinking about this for a while now, eager to start. 

His voice is soft as he appraises the timid energy surrounding you, “I’m sure. I want it–you. I promise.” For once, Steven seems to be the least nervous between the two of you. You're not used to him being in charge or even initiating anything remotely affectionate, let alone sexual. “Do…you?”

You can already see the prominent outline of his erection pressing sweetly against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. No matter how loose and comfortable he dresses, he can never manage to hide his need for you. 

“I do, but I just… don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” You wring your hands together, still unsure if you should approach him. 

Steven looks at you with trusting eyes, “You won’t hurt me, darling.” His comforting words help you relax a little, almost making you forget what you agreed to, what you’re so apprehensive to attempt. He offers you a hand and you take it, letting him pull you closer and guide you onto his lap.

His voice lowers as desire drips from his lips, “Though, even if you did,” His dark eyes look up to meet yours, pure need bleeding through the gaze. You eagerly drink it in, body buzzing on top of him with flustered energy. “I think I’d be okay with it…” Your breath hitches.

You know it’s true. Steven has never shied away from pain; he even invites it in the heat of the moment. He likes to be under your control, letting you use his body to drive him crazy, even if it means teasing and denying him until he’s sobbing under you.

He loves seeing the possessive marks you leave when he wakes up in the morning, fingers ghosting over them as the night before replays in his mind, or feeling the residual sting of scratches down his torso when he takes a shower, letting the warm water draw out the sensations until he’s hard and aching for you again, and he has to seek you out, hoping you'll notice him.

You regularly get carried away, so desperate to have all of him, that you don’t even realize how intensely you devour his eagerness to please you. But Steven is more than happy to indulge your hungry advances.

He especially loves it when you soothe him after, lightly kissing each bruise and mark as you whisper sweet words, apologizing for how rough you got.

He takes it with a shy smile, basking in your affections and your gentle touch, sighing as he’s surrounded by your energy, by your undivided attention. 

Sometimes he likes to pretend like you're his, like you're doing this because you love him, not because you think you're being a good friend.

It's not hard for him to imagine it when he closes his eyes, especially when you're moaning around his cock or grabbing his neck to pull him into a desperate kiss.

But when it's all over, when he's pulling his jeans back on -- still thrumming with heat -- the spell breaks and you go back to being just friends.

Now, he's going to pleasure you. Make you feel the euphoria of his mouth, so you'll want him just as much as he wants you. This is his form of reciprocation for all the favors you've given him. And he hopes it will convince you that he'd be a good lover for you. That you could be more than just friends with him.

He lets out a hushed, “Please,” as he leans into you, enticing you to follow him and capture his lips hungrily.

Steven knows exactly what he’s doing when he uses that tone, that soft shade of himself that can bring you to your knees even when he’s falling apart harder and faster than you are. 

You moan against his pouty lips, feeling the softness, his gentle press, you pull him closer, eager to deepen the kiss. He lets you have control over him, merely following you as you slide your tongue against his, delicately tasting you, tenderly holding you by your waist.

Steven is always gentle with you, no matter how clouded his mind gets during these heated moments, no matter how lost in pleasure he gets or how desperately he needs you, he always handles you with delicate care.

You nip at his bottom lip, drinking in his soft mewl as you start to roll your hips against him. His grip on your waist tightens, holding you more insistently against him, letting you feel how desperately he needs you.

His lips are pink and plump when you pull away, parted ever so slightly as he stares between your bodies, working your body over him. His eyes are glazed as he cants his hips to chase the exquisite feeling of your soft center against him.

You tease him, lifting yourself just enough that he can’t grind himself against you. He whines when he can’t feel you anymore, gripping your waist with frustration.

“Love, please!”

You break the kiss and climb off of him, appreciating how ruined he looks from a few kisses and light grinding. He huffs out a breath in frustration, hands fisting with the need to touch you. To have you close.

You stand next to the bed, hair in disarray, fiddling with the hem of your large shirt to garner his attention. His bronze gaze soaks over you, flashing dark when it meets the short hem of your pajama bottoms.

“Your shorts, p-please, take them off.” It’s not a demand, Steven doesn’t make demands, it’s a request, a plea, one that you’ve heard time and time again, and have seldom refused. 

Your fingers find the waistband of your shorts and drag them down until they’re pulled the rest of the way off with the help of gravity. A breathy sigh can be heard under you when you step away from the pooled clothing, leaving you in an oversized t-shirt that barely brushes at the top of your thighs. 

It’s like he’s seeing you for the first time – he’s always like this.

His eyes sparkle as you shuffle closer to the bed. “Come’ere, darling.” He pats his chest, “Right here.” You timidly crawl over him, delicately straddling his chest, legs parted just above his ribs. Your knees pull in towards each other, trying to hide what your shirt can’t cover, but you don’t get far before warm fingers pry you apart. 

“Show me.” It’s a bare whisper, as light as his touch gliding over the outer sides of your legs.

You reluctantly let yourself relax on him, hands gripping his soft shirt, wrinkling the fabric. Heat prickles under your skin as he cranes his neck to look at you, lashes nearly brushing the tops of his cheeks with how lustfully heavy his eyelids are. He takes that moment to breathe you in, devouring every inch of what you’re offering. 

His touch disappears from your thighs, and you hear quiet ruffling behind you, then a broken groan under you. You look over your shoulder and spot his hand pressing desperately against his covered hardness. 

“S-Steven…” He doesn’t stop his actions when he meets your eyes, utterly shameless with his need for you. 

“Beautiful.” 

His breaths become heavy, and his chest moves deliciously under you, right against your hot center. You attempt to squeeze your legs together, hoping to abate the intensifying sensations, but you can’t, his chest keeps you spread, open, and quivering just for his eyes. 

Steven is barely touching you, but even the slightest hint of pleasure has you craving him.

You can’t help but close your eyes as you subtly shift over him, drinking in his soft grunts as he continues to touch himself under you. It makes you throb with heat. 

Steven watches you suck your lip into your mouth to hold in wanton moans as you experimentally slide against his firm chest, hands pressing into him to support your movements.

Your initial timidness crumbles as you roll your hips over him again and your head tilts back as you begin to lose yourself in the way your clit presses so perfectly against him.

Steven’s gentle voice cuts through the carnal fog infesting your brain and pulls you back to reality. “Sit up higher for me.” His hands are back on you, urging you to scoot up. “Let me taste you – L-let me fuck you with my tongue.” You press your dripping center to his shirt-covered torso with a soft moan, feeling the small spot right in between his ribs where you’ve soaked through. “Please, baby?”

You nod wordlessly, letting him guide your body until you’re hovering over his face. Your body shivers as you feel his warm breath brush against your center. 

It’s a bit daunting looking at Steven from here. His face is nestled right in between your thighs – which is not an unusual sight – but this time you are on top. You can barely see his eyes since your shirt is so big it practically drapes over half of his face. What if you suffocate him or break his neck?

“Maybe… we should rethi-” A gasp falls from your lips as strong arms pull you down to his face. “Steven!-” Without hesitation, wet heat laps at the seam of your cunt, greedily dragging over any slick that threatens to drip down your inner thigh. 

Your words are effectively stuck in your throat as Steven begins to eagerly nip and suck at your softness, drawing out deep whines instead of coherent sentences. You can only hold on to the headboard to support yourself, holding back your urge to grind against his supple lips. 

You moan as Steven tentatively nudges against your entrance, laving his tongue over the sensitive opening just to tease you. When he finally pushes into you, you have to hold yourself back from grinding against him like you’re riding his cock. He licks and thrusts his tongue into you, humming at your taste as you drip over his lips, down his chin. 

Your hips uncontrollably buck against him as his tongue flicks at your clit. A hand drops into his hair, tugging frantically at the ends before pushing him further against you, begging – no, demanding for more. He gets the memo and focuses on your most sensitive bud, delicately suckling it until your thighs are trembling by his ears. 

A ball of heat quickly blooms in your lower stomach and flushes under your skin. Familiar sparks of energy thrum up your spine, enticing you to clench around nothingness with promises of unspoken bliss and ecstasy. 

Calloused fingers lift you away from the molten heat of his mouth just as you were reaching your climax. You’re gasping for a breath as Steven holds you back from toppling off the edge. 

You can feel it, his breath, barely ghosting a sigh over your center, and somehow, even that slightest brush of air has you pulsing helplessly over him. He’s breathing as hard as you are, mouth glossy and plump as he stares back up at you, face flushed, and eyes glazed. 

Utterly pussy-drunk. 

Your grip on the headboard tightens intensely and your eyes roll shut. You can’t stop it. 

A stilted cry rips from your throat as your orgasm suddenly rushes over you in full force, crashing over you like a wave. Steven can only watch, lips parted in awe, as you shatter completely untouched right above him.

His fingers grip harsh bruises into the skin of your thighs as he feels himself throb dangerously close to his own euphoric end. You moan harder at the tender marks he paints on your trembling legs. The sharp feeling travels up your legs and straight to your center.

His hands rub your thighs comfortingly, apologetically, before he starts to drag his tongue over your messy center with a hum, doting on you with kitten licks that make you shiver. 

He cleans you up slowly and methodically, making sure to avoid your most sensitive area. Your body still thrums from your unexpected and intense orgasm, and his soft licks quickly become too much, even with how light and sweet he is being. 

You lift yourself away from his tongue, “S-steven…no more. It’s too much!” 

“You can do it again, darling…” He coos, trying to pull you back down onto his mouth. “Just one more. For me, please?” 

You're head is fuzzy as you steady yourself on top of him, gripping the headboard tightly to ground yourself from the lingering sparks of mind-numbing pleasure.

Steven groans as he watches you struggle to get a grip.

“C-can’t. It’s too much…” You get off of his face and sit next to him on the bed, squeezing your legs together to suppress the bout of overstimulation that almost overtook your senses.

You look down at him when one of his hands wraps around your thigh and squeezes, a simple act indulgence that drives you crazy. Your lips part as you take in the view. 

Puffy lips and glassy eyes, blown out with lust, meet your stare, begging you to climb back on, but you're still shaking where you sit. He's drenched in your slick from his chin to his neck and the collar of his shirt is soaked through, sticking sweetly to his chest.

Your eyes drift down to his sweatpants, to the prominent bulge that throbs under your gaze. He palms himself, whining lightly at the feeling of his neediness and desperation. He's so hard, begging for your touch without even saying a word.

“Okay, now it's your turn.”

His shakes his head, “No, I want more.”

“Steven…”

“Please, I want to taste more of you."

"But--" Your eyes dip down to his covered erection that you've been neglecting all night.

"Just...come back, we can do it at the same time if you want.” 

Your face heats at the implication. You don’t know why you’re so coy, you just came right above his fact. You've just never seen Steven like this: so insistent and hungry.

“S-sure, ok.”

You whimper when he eagerly tugs you closer, urging you to straddle his face again. Careful to not knock your knee into his cheek, you swing your leg back over his body, but this time you situate yourself so you can take care of him at the same time.

He immediately dives back in, tongue thrusting into your sensitive channel before you're even settled on top of him. You falter and almost collapse over him, hand grasping at the bottom of his shirt for support.

"Steven! Gentle, please!" You groan out, eyes already threatening to roll back as he continues to drink you in. He hums in response, but doesn't actually let up, if anything, he becomes more insatiable, suckling every stimulus point until you're shaking above him.

You struggle against your pleasure to pull his sweats down, freeing his cock from the restraining fabric. Your mouth waters as his tip weeps for you, spilling silky precum with every breath he takes.

You've always loved Steven's cock. How responsive it is when your breath ghosts over it and how it desperately throbs for you as you swallow around him. How perfectly it fits in your mouth and how deep it can fuck your throat when he allows himself to let go.

Sucking his cock was the furthest you allowed yourself to go. You convinced yourself that these one-sided interactions would keep you from revealing your feelings, that you could deal with the friends-with-benefits bit if you didn't have an actual 'relationship'.

So you deemed actual sex as too intimate and barred letting him touch you (you just weren't sure you could handle it).

But then one thing led to another...

You failed to reject his soft kisses and couldn't resist marking him up like he's yours. And now here you are barely able to handle it as he fucks you with his tongue, hands gripping marks into your thighs as his nose nudges against your wet center.

You don't know if you could go back to just being friends when he's given you unfathomable pleasure. When he talked to you like this. Looked at you like this.

You're a mess and you're struggling to hold on to your original plan.

You try to block these thoughts from your mind as your hand wraps around his cock, squeezing it gently just to get a reaction out of him. He groans against your cunt, movements stuttered as your touch distracts him away from his task.

You unconsciously sit up on your knees and lift your hips off of his mouth to get closer to his cock. Steven barely notices, too focused on holding his orgasm off as you diligently taste him, one lick at a time.

You drag your tongue up his shaft, licking the precum that slowly cascades over his silken skin. You feel his body quake as you lave and kitten lick against his tip, gently coaxing shortened breaths and whimpers with every touch.

You dip down to engulf him into your hot mouth, enjoying the slick feeling of his cock gliding easily against your tongue and the top of your mouth.

His hands frantically latch onto your upper thighs, unintentionally pulling you back onto his mouth as he squeezes at the softness, desperately attempting to control himself.

He has to actively keep his hips from snapping against your face, you just feel so sublime, so soft and hot.

Steven cries against your cunt when he reaches the back of your throat. He can't help it when he feels you struggle to swallow around him, so tight, wet, and hot. He's just so sensitive -- especially when it comes to you.

You keep laving your tongue against the underside of his cock as you suck him in, ignoring the your jaw begins to ache as you open wide for him.

"Uhh!" His stomach tenses under you and he twitches against your tongue.

He can't be cumming already...right?

Fingers grip into your hair and you're suddenly pushed down, forced to take him down your throat. You choke slightly, eyes watering, before letting yourself relax against him.

He's lost in pleasure, grinding and thrusting his cock into your mouth like it's your cunt, shoving it deeper than you're usually comfortable with and you let him.

Steven spurts warmth at the back of your throat. You try your best to swallow it down before it dribbles from your mouth and makes a mess. He whimpers as he fully lets go, thighs tense and trembling under your touch.

He's still cumming when he tugs you back onto his mouth, feverishly lapping through your center before taking your clit between his lips. You orgasm explosively as he avidly sucks you in, already half-way there from the mere feeling of him spilling in your mouth.

Even after he has emptied himself, he continues to gently fuck your face, not yet ready to leave your warmth. His hips stutter and his breaths become uneven but he ignores the overstimulation, too attached to this closeness, to this illusion of mutual affection.

He also continues to lick you clean, despite your whines of discomfort. He lovingly places gentle kisses against your inner thigh, wishing he could stay in this position forever.

He huffs out disappointedly when you climb off of him, even tries to lock his arms around your legs to keep you there, but you were adamant to get away from his insatiable mouth.

"One more?"

You gape at him, "Steven, we already did 'one more'." You shiver, suddenly cold without his body against yours. "What has gotten into you? I've never seen you so...horny before."

He looks at you sheepishly, "I dunno. I guess, once I got a taste I wanted more." He sits up, hand wiping your slick off his face. "How 'bout later?"

"You're already thinking about later?"

He nods, "I'm always thinking about you."

Your heart thumps painfully in your chest as blood heats your face. You try to ignore it. Try not to look directly at him. Try to pretend like he didn't just say that because he probably doesn't even understand the impact that his words have on you.

He's always thinking about your favors. That's it.

"Later, then."

[mondaymelon]

— 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆, 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆…♡

໒꒱ || :feat~ yandere!childe, dottore, scaramouche x gn!reader:

໒꒱ || cw: low and behold, jealousy, possessive + obsessive (who would’ve thought), oops he’s yandere mb, established relationship, dottore... chokes you? you’re his subordinate + dr*gging (scara) dont ask me what im doing i dont know either

⤷ “You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you won’t forget that.”

“Where were you yesterday night?”

CHILDE’s empty gaze lands on you and doesn’t let you leave it’s sight as soon as you walk through the door. You sense an air of displeasure surrounding your boyfriend as he leans back on the wall, arms crossed over his chest with his eyes fixtated on you. You haven’t done anything wrong, so why do you feel like a deer caught in headlights?

“I just went out with some friends…?” You aren’t sure of the source of his inexplicable anger, but you decide it’d be best not to trigger it.

“They treated me to some street food, and that was it, really…” It’s hard to elaborate further with the harbinger keeping completely silent, and his gaze feels like it’s piercing you.

He echoes a word that seems to have sparked his interest. “‘They?’” “Uhm- you know, Xingqiu, Chongyun, and Xiangling…”

Unconsciously, you let a brief smile cross your face at the mention of your good friends’ names, remembering the lively bustle of Liyue Harbor and the many laughs shared between the four of you.

It’s a sight that doesn’t escape Childe’s keen eye. Instantly, he’s three steps closer, with your chin raised in his gloved hand. “Wipe that smile off of your face, goddamnit.” He speaks through gritted teeth, though his harsh voice is obscured by the way his words come out as a soft hiss. His brows are furrowed, eyes flashing with annoyance as he pauses and takes in a deep breath.

“Wh…what’s with you? Don’t do those things so suddenly!” You yelp, attempting to move away only for your back to hit the wall.

The male only lets out a breathy laugh. “Ah, honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing either…” He’s much more reserved now, but you know him well enough to be aware of how he’s silently seething under the surface. “Archons, you’re a troublesome thing, aren’t you? To think affection would do such a thing to me… hah, what a thrill!” He glances up long enough for you to catch his twisted expression, eyes blown and a smile spreading across his face. “Jealousy, hm? Hahaha, oh how the troops would ridicule me if they knew!” He stops to take in a breath, his chest heaving up and down erratically. What a fool you’ve made me, darling.”

“Wh-What?” He’s moving closer, too close, his hot breath fanning your face.

“Look at me, you’ve made me a pliable idiot under your touch, haven’t you? Don’t even think about leaving now.”

“You don’t have to worry, all I’ll do is just make sure that pretty little head if yours doesn’t think about anything except me only.” ♡

“A friend, you say?”

DOTTORE has a quizzical look about him, as it’s rather odd how much amusement his crimson eyes hold. “Hmm, is that so?”

“Yes…?” You don’t know what has come over your boyfriend at the moment, but he ponders your words as if they hold a different meaning - which, they don’t. Something about the way he stares at you makes you feel like the guilty party… but you haven’t done anything wrong, have you?

“I need a name.” He whips out a small notebook out of seemingly nowhere, a pen also appearing in his hand.

“Oh, uhm-“ You momentarily pause, hesitant as you pictured the familiar fox-eared forest ranger. “He’s not exactly fond of the Fatui…”

The male lets out a hum, smile only spreading wider. “All the better. Explain him. Thoroughly.”

You frown. “Why are you so fixated on-“

You swallow your words as they’re interrupted by a sound that’s more akin to a bark than a  laugh. “Ahhh, I knew giving you my hand would be beneficial, just look how delightfully humorous you are!” He strides closer, one step, then another, effortlessly closing the space between the two of you. You can feel his red gaze through where it’s obstructed from the mask he always dons, and you have a feeling that his eyes are trained toward your every move. “Do you truly mean to say that I am not to ask of this ‘friend’ of yours?”

“It shouldn’t be of your concern…”

“Oh, but it is.” Dottore does what looks like a shrug, an action you certainly wouldn’t put past him. “Do I not have the right to monitor my partner’s actions? Who knows,” He steps even closer, his arms positioned in either side of you. “What kind of things you might be doing with this ‘friend’ of yours?”

“Dottore, what you’re implying right now is-!”

“My name sounds good in your mouth. You should say it more often.” Even in such a situation, he won’t stop his teasing mannerisms. “Ah, but perhaps you say his name much more often, don’t you?”

The words escape your mouth before you can halt them: “Tighnari isn’t!-“

“Tighnari, you said?” Dottore lets out a low chuckle, his voice giving way to his definite ecstasy. “Ah, so that’s his name? I’ll be sure to remember it. Hm, who knows, perhaps he’d make a wonderful subject of mine?”

“Why- Why are you doing this??”

“Isn’t it obvious, darling?” He’s shifted closer once more, and the very air you breathe feels suffocating. “I desire for you, and only you. Ahhhahah, you have me wrapped around your finger, don't you? Carve up my heart for all it matters, just be mine.” His fingers find his way around your throat, and it’s even harder to inhale than before. Dizzying black spots begin to grow larger, casting the edges of your vision into to darkness. “But in order for to us to live happily, together, I’ll have to make sure of things first… and first on the list…” A low growl makes its way out of his throat. “I’ll just need to make sure there won’t be any lasting regrets for you, hm? Just a few dead here and there, who’s really going to notice? After all…”

“I can’t have you running from my grasp, can I?” ♡

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’d be going out tonight?”

SCARAMOUCHE’s scornful glare is enough to make you cower where you stand in front of the door to his private quarters. His significantly short stature made it rather difficult for him to tower over you, but the deathly aura that surrounded the male was already more than enough.

“My apologies, sir. I was not aware that it was mandatory to inform you of my departure.” You give him a swift bow, casting your eyes to the floor. Several possibilities ran through your head. Perhaps he’d just settle for a rather harsh scolding, or maybe a social probation. Either way, a small part of you stirred in annoyance at your superior’s words. Nowhere in the trainee handbook had such a rule been written! You had heard the not quite so savory rumors of the 6th Harbinger numerous times before, and while they had never really proved to be a significant problem, the reason they had even surfaced in the first place was beginning to dawn on you.

“Where?” He raises his hand, a sign to lift your head. He’s being rather gracious today…? Perhaps he had been in a good mood - that is, until you soured it.

“I’m sorry, sir?”

“Where did you go?” There’s clear frustration in his tone for having to repeat himself.

“To the nearest marketplace. The soldiers in the east quadrant needed more supplies.”

“And you complied? You let them just push you around like that?

“Respectfully, sir, if I hadn’t, they would’ve done the same and pestered someone else. There was no task assigned to us-”

“Us?”

“I and another lieutenant, sir. He agreed to help me because-”

“Did I grant you the right to go with that scum?” It startles you, how much venom lies in his words. Posture stiffening, you manage to glance up, only to meet his burning violet gaze.

“Sir, I don’t underst-”

“Of course you don’t understand.” Something seems to suddenly come over the harbinger as he doubles over in his signature maniacal laughter. “You never understand, do you??”

You take a step back, only for your heel to hit the wall behind you. “Lord Scaramouche…?” For every quickened breath you take, he sways an inch closer.

“I’ve been sending you so many signs, doing nearly everything in my power to just make it so my affection would get through to that dense head of yours, but no, you still remain ignorant, ignorant for how much I’m willing to do for you! Anything and everything, no matter where and what. If it means words of praise from your mouth and your warmth touch, then any task is worth fulfilling.” The malice in his eyes dims slightly as he closes them, smiling at you brightly as he slides his hand into yours. His hand is cool, his skin smooth and unblemished, yet rigidly unnatural, the sharp angles of his joints proof of the way he was crafted into this world. A being… incapable of love…? No, the heartless being in front of you was certainly capable, and far too deeply immersed in the feeling. His lips brush against yours, yet darken dangerously when you shift your head away as an act of avoidance.

“Don’t be like that, not after all the trouble I’ve went through, just to ensure that you’ll finally be in my arms…” There’s a flash of light, a tendril of purple lightning, and all of a sudden, your limbs feel weak. You don’t know when you’ve collapsed onto the floor, or when you’ve been nestled into Lord Scaramouche’s arms, but you’re able to make out his words through the fog in your mind.

“Ah? It seems that the solution I slipped into your dinner proved to be quite potent. It’s a shame you won’t be seeing more of it, but alas, I can’t possibly keep you here any longer. Not when there are countless of those dogs salivating over the thought of you, those wretched vermin…” Sensation in your fingers, his lips against the back of your hand as he kisses it gently.

“There won’t be any need to worry anymore, darling. I’ll be all that you need.” ♡

(a/n) for you guys who were hoping for something soft n fluffy, sorry, please take this offering as an apology.

“Ah, I hate this feeling, whenever you hang out with them it’s just…”

“Are you… jealous?”

“What?? No, no way!! Don’t get the wrong idea, alright?”

“Don’t worry love, you are my one and only beloved, so please don’t worry about me leaving you, because rest assured, it will never happen.”

“I…😭🥹🥺🥺”

smoochy smooch the end !!

help i feel like the quality of my fanfic is just slowly degrading over time have i peaked is it just downhill from here am i growing to become old and wrinkled 😞

(oh… it’s been a while hasn’t it…. a month of unexcused absence… i was trying to post this early but the yandere theme made me reach a stalemate FUCKK IM SORRY ILL WRITE MORE PSPSPS IM SORRY FOR NEGLECTING ALL OF YOU WAAAH)

໒꒱ || ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open! send an ask or a comment ♡) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @achlysis, @swivy123

[kinkilesbo]

I was so glad that when the world went to shit that I had you by my side. The love of my life never ever left me, no matter what happened. When we got into the bunkers, when so much time passed and people started to leave out of impatience and curiosity, when the others invited you to join them... Well, my angel never left me. You stuck put.

"I won't leave without you." You spoke in a kind and soft voice each time someone left the bunker we were all in.

I know that every person that left are dead now. The radiation could kill in seconds.

But you stayed by my side. You never left me, like the others.

Oh, but my beautiful goddess... You were a genius compared to those idiots. You hid two gas masks that you found in the bunker from the very beginning. You were the only reason we were alive right now.

Walking back to the bunker, the walkman I found playing music in my ears, the bottles of water I searched for in my backpack, and the bottle of Vicodin in my hand.

I was fucking exhausted, and I couldn't wait to come back to see my lovely girlfriend.

If you didn't get in the bunker with me as fast as you did, and you died in that nuclear bomb, I don't think I could've lived without you.

"They are my lifeline..." I whispered as I opened the latch on the door and came in. It was just us now. Everyone else was long gone.

It was sort of romantic.

"Ahhh, hi, baby! I missed you!" You pulled me in by the waist and nuzzled your head into my neck.

"Woah woah, wait! I haven't taken off my gear." I laughed as you let go of me with a smile.

After I took off my backpack and heavy coat, as well as my gas mask, you instantly pinned me to the bed. You leaned in to my ear and whispered, "I missed you so much, darling. It was rude of you to take so long out there."

I instantly burned up and averted my eyes from yours.

"Oh.. uhh yeah. I-I'm sor-"

You instantly pushed your knee against my panties, making me whimper in the middle of my sentence.

You smirked and carressed my face, "Aww, poor little thing. You are such a fucking slut, even in the middle of the apocolypse."

I burned up, and I couldn't deny it.

You started to kiss my neck with your soft lips, your hot breath fanning against my sensitive skin. At this I couldn't stop myself from moaning out your name and digging my nails into your back.

"My slut. My pathetic fucking slut."

You choked me as you began to use your fingers to circle my clit through the fabric.

Ohh, my god. I am so addicted to you. I thought to myself as I struggled to catch my breath

"You are gonna behave for me, okay?" You spoke in a quiet, but damanding voice as you put your hand down my pants and started to penetrate me with your fingers.

"Fuck! Oh my god. More..." I was already whining and writhing against my girlfriend.

"I am going to make sure you can't walk, so you can't get materials tommorrow."

[1d1195]

I’m going INSANE!!!! I loved the first part of dolcezza!!!!!! I absolutely LOVE the “love at first sight” trope idc what anyone says ITS A CLASSIC and I just LIVE for romance stuff!

Also the way I always somehow deeply relate to your MCs is kinda crazy like hello!?? I always feel called out lol but her having a stalker was a shock and of course she didn’t even notice it at first :( I have so many questions about that like are we going to learn more about it later in the story? Or do you think the stalker might show up again?!

THE WAY THEY MET WAS SO PERFECT AHHH that dramatic effect of physically bumping into each other AGHHH PERFECT! And him pet name dropping that same moment along with the OG “Kitten” name!?! Ugh I love him already! I also think it’s so adorable how everyone we’ve met at the restaurant already has a name assigned for her even if they haven’t know each other like Antonio, Niall, and Harry all having one for her just makes we want to explode from how cute it is!

OH MY GOD DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED WHEN HARRY COMPLIMENTED HER ABOUT HER NOT NEEDING TO CHANGED?!?? I swear I wanted to melt into the floor because how can he just drop that and act so casually!?! I would have COMBUSTED!!! But ngl I would have reacted the same way lol idk why it’s simple things like that make my brain go haywire sometimes lol

Ahhhh I’m already so excited for the next part!!!! But you take your time and rest! You deserve it and SO much more!!! No pressure!—💜

Sometimes I think I like writing just to read your reactions 💕 (not that I think it’s worthy of the reaction, it’s just something I do look forward to! I hope you know what I mean.)

I love love at first sight. I have a whole bf and I still dream about it 🤭

Bestie, I think we share a brain cell probably. Thats why you relate. This whole blog is an informal way of me coping with my unstable mental state. Most of my characters are me calling myself out 🙃 so sorry to call you out but at least you have company! 💕

Stalking—def called an audible on the fly. I needed a little something, something. Don’t you worry it won’t be the last you hear of it 😉

I wanted her to have her own nickname but I think I’ll die before I stop calling the MC kitten. Lazy writing but. It’s nearly necessary for me hahaha

I need someone who speaks Italian to confirm my little names. I did a google search and translate but I’m so worried I sound like an idiot because the internet lied. Tesorino is supposed to be darling (according to the web). Dolcezza said sweetness. I’m a little more confident about principessa (I love a good cognate!)

Think it’s safe to say he’s head over heels for her 🥰😉 my brain goes crazy too! Made it halfway to work a month ago before I realized I forgot makeup 🙃 I would pass out from a compliment from Harry for sure. Immediately.

You’re so nice! Right now, I have next to NOTHING for part 2. I haven’t had time to write yet this week but just finished a book this evening so hopefully I can write tomorrow/Thursday and the weekend!

Hope studying is going well 💕

Xoxo

[fangirlstorycreator]

Terry X Reader

Context: Terry and Y/N are fed up with John, so they decide to prank him!

Since John had asked Terry to come back to cobra kai, John has really pushed his boundaries. Being really rude and intrusive. And interfering in yours and Terry's relationship. One day, you and Terry are at home watching TV, your both led down on the sofa, you are the little spoon and he is the big spoon. "Its so nice to relax with you sweetheart, especially without John to disturb us" "uhh I know your right. Hes been so intrusive lately. It's like he wants to annoy us on purpose" "I know baby, he just wants a reaction that's all" you suddenly have an idea. You turn to face Terry, he sits up slightly so his face is above you. "Well then? If he wants a reaction, let's give him one!" "What do you mean baby?" You give him a cheeky smile. "How do you feel about getting a little payback?" Terry can sence the little devilish side of you coming out, and he loves it. He leans in and gives you a saucy kiss. "What do you have in mind, beautiful?"

The next day, you and Terry are waiting in the office of the dojo, waiting for John to arrive. You got Terry to text John, and ask him to go to the dojo to sign an important document. "What time did you tell him to get hear terry?" You ask him, both of you hiding behind the office door like a couple of children. "He should be hear any second babe, and I have my phone ready to capture the moment" you both see John's car pull up in the car park, and shhhh eachother whilst giggling. John opens the door, and all of a sudden..... "aaarrrggg!" A large bucket of slime falls on top of John's head! And you both fall out of the office in tears of laughter. "Terry! Y/N! You pair of idiots!!" Still laughing at John, Terry manages to take a picture of John as he takes the bucket off his head. "Ahhh come on John! It's funny!" To which I say "and may I say, slime is very fetching on you darling!" You both burst into laughter again, making John storm out of the dojo. Leaving you and Terry in fits of tears, and holding your stomachs from laughing so much 💚

[aphelea]

Hi hello i am here to scream about broken minds

What the fuck. August. Oh my fucking god ow what the fuck that hurt so much and it was fantastic.

The "this is why collective members can't date" line was so right. You know that black swan oath they had to make where they said they would value the good of the world over everything else? Something like that? I am a firm believer that Tiergan never really meant that oath because he would always prioritize Prentice above everything else. Prentice is more important to him than the black swan, which is very much against the rules of being in the collective, but Tiergan feels that way regardless. Might have more thoughts on this later but right now I am tired.

"You're an idiot, darling." Amazing. The most romantic line ever written. He would fucking say that.

And then Prentice made sure to memorize a letter to Tiergan and leave that as one of the last memories to stay intact? Holy shit? He cares so much and he's putting so much effort into making sure he gets to say a proper goodbye to someone he barely even remembers but knows he loves and jlkjlkjflksjdkghsdlkj

"I will love you all even when I cannot remember what love is." I don't know what it is about that line but it's so ough.

Tiergan deciding that he wouldn't mind having his mind broken as long as he got to stay with Prentice was amazing and you were so right for that but also. Ow. I am in pain, August. That was very rude of you.

Can't believe Forkle interrupted their moment. Homophobic :/ but also seriously what did he think was gonna happen if he brought Tiergan on the mission? That rock is gay. You're trying to rescue his gay lover. He is going to stop focusing on the mission and do gay shit. You should have expected this Forkle.

Also I very much liked your dialogue in this. Like yes it was pretentious but in a very endearing way and would it truly be an Arjun Gay Telepath fic if it didn't include pretentious dialogue?

Anyway. Thank you so much for writing this, I am going to be insane about it forever

S I’m. I’m smiling so hard right now thank you for this ask that’s probably longer than the whole fic shdjfhfhjfjf

I’m sensing a very Santi sort of loyalty to the Black Swan. Except the Black Swan are better than the Library. (Mostly.)

I’m a little bit obsessed with Prentice calling Tiergan “darling” and I tried to put it in wherever I could. Glad it worked as intended lol

I’m glad you liked the final line of the letter because that was my favourite to write!! I don’t know what it is about that line either but it’s just so. Ahhh

Tiergan would gladly Exile himself just to see Prentice one last time. It’s just a very him thing to do

No clue what Forkle was thinking. Maybe he thought they were straight. Maybe he wasn’t thinking at all. Either way, not his smartest moment

I’m glad you liked the dialogue!! This one is certainly a lot more pretentious than usual. Although you’re very right, it wouldn’t be a trademark Arjun Gay Telepath fic without pretentious dialogue. It’s just my thing at this point

I’m glad you liked the fic and in fact I will be going insane about this comment forever. Literally screaming you’re amazing for this :)

[stubborngods]

feeling kinda ahhh about my vaxleth child oc so pls take this scene of her that won't leave my brain thanks <3 (also side notes about my darling vilya vessar: - the matron of ravens truly looked at this tiny half elven child and went "yes you will make a good champion later" but that's unimportant at this point in time - because she was concieved after vax became the champion of ravens, she has like... this weird connection to the astral plane and keeps accidently summoning her father. this scene is the first time that happens and she thinks she's dreaming / hallucinating. - vilya is also a twin! she has a sister named elaina but elaina doesn't show up in this scene; i just thought you all should know about her. - vilya and elania are a few years older than vesper! they were born during that period of time when vax stayed in zephrah with keyleth <3 - okay that's all my fun facts pls enjoy my little scene, i might post more)

She slams the door when she leaves, and by the time her mother even steps outside, Vilya's already halfway up into a tree just barely out of line of sight. She settles onto the highest branch she dares to test, and leans back against the trunk. Tears she can't tell are from fury or sorrow leave trails down her face and she scrubs them away with the back of her hand. A bird alights on the branch above her. 

She knocks her head back against the wood and speaks to the bird, because she knows as well as anyone who it comes from. 

"I think," Vilya says, voice half a whisper as she closes her eyes, "that I am too much like you. And I think, somehow, that's supposed to hurt." 

She hears the branch above her shift, like the raven has taken flight and left her to feel the full range of her furyangersorrow at a man she'll never meet. Then, she hears it: a laugh, low and dark and something sort of like her aunt's. She opens her eyes. 

There's a man in the tree above her, balanced on the branch with all the practice of a bird himself. It's a man she recognizes, she's fairly sure, because she sees him every time she goes to Whitestone, because she sees him every time she looks in a mirror. 

It's a man that looks just as confused as she feels, long dark hair hanging down around his face and a cloak of feathers that reach just far enough to brush against her legs. She blinks a few times and he's still there, still looking down at her, and so she just says, "Hi Dad."

"You know who I am?" The Champion of Ravens asks her, and she resists the hysterical urge to laugh. Instead, she replies, "I'd have to be an idiot not to. Aunt Vex looks just like you. Or... *you* look just like *her*."

That's not quite the truth anymore, Vilya knows. It's been nearly a decade and a half since her father joined the Matron of Ravens, and though her family is one of half-elves, half-elves still age. Her father laughs again, quiet and sad and something else she can't quite place.

She asks, "Why are you here?"

A look passes over his face then, one that Vilya catches, even obscured by his hair. She hasn't looked away from him, scared that if she does so, he'll vanish. 

Maybe he'll vanish anyways. Maybe this is just an emotional hallucination and her mother will think her insane when she tells her about it later. Her mother will cry; that part she knows for sure.

He replies, "I was hoping you could tell me that."

Vilya frowns, and another one of those indescribable looks passes over his face. She wants to ask about it, wants to pull as much information as she can from this figment of her imagination that she summoned from every story she's ever been told of Vox Machina. Her father looks up suddenly, every bit a bird in the midst of taking flight, before he reaches down and fastens something to the end of the braid her mother faithfully puts in her hair everyday. 

Her gaze is drawn downwards. A feather has been fixed to the end of her hair, darker than any feather on any raven she's ever seen. When she looks up, the Champion of Ravens is gone. 

Vilya climbs out of the tree.

[neptunesbbby]

Neteyam as your best friend

Tags (CW): Neteyam Sully x Fem!Reader, SFW, aged-up (16+), best friends, best friends to lovers, wholesome, sweet, tooth-rotting fluff, Neteyam as your best friend, reader can be na’vi or human.

Synopsis: How I think Neteyam would be as your best friend.

Word count: 800

Glossary: Kenten (fan lizard), Ma’ite (my daughter), Sa’nu (mom), Skxawng (moron, idiot), Syulang (flower).

A/N: Just thought I’d show Neteyam a little love as well! <3 Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors!

Best friend!Neteyam who has literally been attached to your hip since the day he met you.

Best friend!Neteyam who, when you two were little, couldn’t go a day without talking to you or else he’d lose his mind, and drive his parents crazy until he did.

Best friend!Neteyam who loves to spend all his time with you. No matter if he’s training, going on a hunting trip, or running an errand, he was going to bring you with him.

“Neteyam, could you go out and get these herbs for your grandmother? She needs it for when the war party comes back.”

“Can Y/N come?”

“…Yes, son. Yes, she can.”

Best friend!Neteyam who is the model Sully child, except for when it comes to you.

Best friend!Neteyam who, much to his parents’ surprise, breaks his curfew occasionally just so that he can keep hanging out with you.

“Neteyam we have to go, the eclipse is starting soon. Our parents will skin us!”

“Let’s just stay out here a little bit longer. I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

“… Who are you and what have you done with Neteyam?”

Best friend!Neteyam who is lowkey extremely protective of you.

Best friend!Neteyam who has always been your mighty warrior, even saving you from a fierce, “fire-breathing kenten” once when you two were just five.

“Ahhh, Neteyam help! What should I do? The mighty kenten is going to get me!”

“Don’t worry, Syulang! I’ll save you!”

Best friend!Neteyam who would (quite literally) take a bullet for you if he had to.

Best friend!Neteyam who teaches you how to fight and use a gun as soon as he learns from his dad that the humans are returning.

Best friend!Neteyam who glares at almost every guy that gets too comfortable with you when you two are older, almost intentionally being the reason why you’ve gone your whole life without actually receiving a proposal.

Best friend!Neteyam who is convinced that no one is good enough for you, (no one but him) and is determined to make you see that as well.

“I’m telling you, Y/N. Kan’ilu is no good. The skxawng can’t even hold his bow right.”

“You say that about everyone, ma Neteyam…”

Best friend!Neteyam who loves to tease you.

Best friend!Neteyam who loves to call you things like “love,” “honey,” and “darling” because he knows how flustered it gets you.

Best friend!Neteyam who’s love languages are touch and words of affirmation.

Best friend!Neteyam who lets you rebraid and oil his hair whenever it needs a little bit of refreshing.

Best friend!Neteyam who lies to you during training and tells you that your form isn’t correct even when it is, just so that he can “adjust your posture”. (He can’t keep his hands off of you.)

“No, ma Y/N. Your arm should be more like… this.”

“Neteyam, this is literally where I had it before.”

Best friend!Neteyam who has a surprisingly dirty mind to say he’s the most respectful Sully sibling.

Best friend!Neteyam who would sneak glances at the way your new top falls over your “chest” while you aren’t paying attention.

Best friend!Neteyam who rarely ever gets caught looking too long until Kiri catches him “counting” the stripes going down your back one day and decides to let him have it.

“Ow, Kiri..! What was that for?”

“Stop staring, Skxawng…”

Best friend!Neteyam who always acts like the model boyfriend around you, and makes sure that you take notice too.

Best friend!Neteyam who takes you out on mini dates to the floating mountains when you two just need a break from everything and escape from it all.

Best friend!Neteyam who is absolutely adored by your friends and family, your loved ones always teasing you, asking you when the two of you are finally gonna “make it official.”

“So… Ma’ite… Have you and Neteyam finally—“

“Sa’nu!”

Best friend!Neteyam who loves when you and his family are interacting with each other.

Best friend!Neteyam who would see you being playful with Tuk and immediately start picturing you and his life together.

Best friend!Neteyam who would still be too nervous to make the first move right away, even if the two of you were practically already dating.

Best friend!Neteyam who vents to his brother Lo’ak about everything and asks him for his advice on how to ask you out.

“Bro, what if I mess everything up? What do I even say? What if she doesn’t see me that way?”

“…You have got to be kidding me.”

Best friend!Neteyam who would go out of his way to make sure everything goes perfect when he does decide to ask you out.

Best friend!Neteyam who is made the happiest man on Pandora when you naturally say yes. <3

©️neptunesbbby 2024 || please do not steal, republish, repost (reblogs are fine), modify, translate or claim any of my works as your own on here or any other platforms, thank you!

[callsigndragon]

Hold my hand chapter one is incredible, my Love!!!!

"Tom, the human shield that kept the siblings safe from their mother, was gone. And for the next 8 years, Jake counted the days left until they could run away from that house." - my poor baby cannot catch a break in any of your stories can he? Good! The drama is so amazing every single time and always so unique!!! 💗

"Jake thinks about it for a second. “Yeah… You can’t have a special secret mission only for the elite and not call her.” He looks at the flabbergasted expressions of the other two pilots and points at them with his index finger. “Don’t tell her I said that.”" - love, love, love that Jake is secretly admiring others, especially Phoenix, love this little detail!!! And I love that he is so close with Jenn and Javy that he freely shares this instead of the pretence of thinking he's better than everyone! Lovely characterisation and amazing dynamics between the characters!!! 💗

"“I’m Red Queen.” Jenkins announces, moving a step closer to him and smirking. “Want me to show you the report?”", "Jake clears his throat and gets up from his sitting position, as if he were really worried about looking like an idiot. More than he was already. “I am… I’m sorry. I really thought you were a myth. Everyone says you were the perfect student at the Naval Academy and, well, I am… I didn’t picture you like that.”" - hahaha, love this!!! Also, did Jake Hangman Seresin just apologise??? Ahhh, I love Red and Jake in any and every universe you write! I am so excited to see their love blossom in this one too!!! 💗

"Jake’s sister almost has a fangirl moment because, for the first time in years, Jake Seresin might be interested in someone for more than just sex. “I never thought I’d see this day.”", "“Can we emphasize the fact that he has fallen for the only girl that is better than him at his job?” Javy says biting his bottom lip to not laugh." - love the Jenn and Javy friendship!!! And hiw supportive they are of Jake!!! And I also love that you present the Red - Jake pair from outside perspective too!!! Amazing writing, Darling, absolutely amazing!!! 💗

"“What the fuck is he doing here? He’s not fast enough for a special mission,” Jenn says, as if that were the only reason she doesn’t want him there." - oh, the burn!!! I smell a roasting Rooster in here. Okay, jokes aside, I love Jenn! And the implied history between Jenn and Bradley! So exciting and intriguing!!! 💗

"She bought it for him when they were dating." - ahhhh! Again! The implied history between them and the fact that Bradley still wears the clothes Jenn bought him!!! And not just anywhere, but somewhere he may bump into Jenn!!! Ahhh, the layers!!! I love this and am so excited to see what will happen next!!! 💗

My love, as always, I am in awe of your talent and your ideas and just incredible writing!!! Such a gorgeous start to an awesome series!!! 💗💗💗

Lots of love and many hugs! 💗💗💗💗

(italics anon 💚)

"Tom, the human shield that kept the siblings safe from their mother, was gone. And for the next 8 years, Jake counted the days left until they could run away from that house." - my poor baby cannot catch a break in any of your stories can he? Good! The drama is so amazing every single time and always so unique!!! 💗

we need to establish that i love characters with traumatic pasts, thank you-

"Jake thinks about it for a second. “Yeah… You can’t have a special secret mission only for the elite and not call her.” He looks at the flabbergasted expressions of the other two pilots and points at them with his index finger. “Don’t tell her I said that.”" - love, love, love that Jake is secretly admiring others, especially Phoenix, love this little detail!!! And I love that he is so close with Jenn and Javy that he freely shares this instead of the pretence of thinking he's better than everyone! Lovely characterisation and amazing dynamics between the characters!!! 💗

Jake may be a dick half the time (and part of the other half) but deep down he's not bad... and i want to show that i guess?

"“I’m Red Queen.” Jenkins announces, moving a step closer to him and smirking. “Want me to show you the report?”", "Jake clears his throat and gets up from his sitting position, as if he were really worried about looking like an idiot. More than he was already. “I am… I’m sorry. I really thought you were a myth. Everyone says you were the perfect student at the Naval Academy and, well, I am… I didn’t picture you like that.”" - hahaha, love this!!! Also, did Jake Hangman Seresin just apologise??? Ahhh, I love Red and Jake in any and every universe you write! I am so excited to see their love blossom in this one too!!! 💗

yes. JAKE SERESIN JUST APOLOGIZED I SWEAR TO GOD THIS MAN IS DOWN HARD. but is red, what can we expect hahahah

lots of love 💚💚

[mcyt-peach]

Mcyt with a clingy s/o who loves kisses and hugs but like is super shy?? If that makes sense lol

mcyt with a clingy but shy s/o

⋆｡˚ including: cc!dream, cc!george, cc!sapnap, cc!karl, cc!quackity, cc!wilbur, cc!niki, cc!awesamdude, cc!punz and cc!foolish

⋆｡˚ warnings: reader uses they/them pronouns

⋆｡˚ note: ahhh this was such a cute idea I'm so glad you requested this I was totally blushing writing this, hope you enjoy it!!

Dream

you have hit the jackpot with this one

streaming without a face cam means you can plop down in his lap whenever you like

still, it doesn’t stop you from getting a bit shy, especially with Dream’s teasing nature

it doesn’t help that he’ll mention you’re with him 24/7

whether he’s just on call with some friends or streaming in front of thousands of people, he sneaks in comments here and there that make your face heat up

but it’s not like he’d let you leave, of course not

“Chat you should see them right now, all snuggled up against me. No no, where do you think you’re going, baby. You’re staying right here on my lap.”

George

he may not be the most touchy boyfriend, but there is nothing he loves more than a good cuddle sesh

he can never resist when you lay down on the couch and make grabby hands at him

but if he ever mentions it, you’re as embarrassed as could be

if we’re being honest, he enjoys making you flush just as much as he likes taking naps with you

you’ll 100% accidentally find out that his lock screen is a picture of you curled up against him in bed and he’ll never let you live it down

“Look at you, sound asleep on my shoulder, all snuggled up... I think you’re drooling a little.”

Sapnap

he definitely feels the same as you

he’s not always confident enough to make contact first, but he absolutely revels in the moments you’re together

after the first couple of dates, he finally musters up the courage to kiss you when he drops you off for the night

and to be quite frank, he wasn’t the only one blushing afterwards

he tries to act cool afterwards, but he’s grinning like an idiot

you’re not much better, doing the whole ‘run inside and slide down the door’ thing like you’re a movie star

he definitely texts you that night

“I think we should do that more often, honey. Even if you get all shy”

Karl

Karl is well known for his love of physical touch and you couldn’t be happier with it

but the trouble comes when he gets too bold with his love

one minute he’s having a chill stream, just talking to chat

and suddenly it’s chaos, because you’ve walked into the room and Karl finally has someone to shower in affection

he’s got his hands wrapped around you, holding you close, before he pulls back and plants a kiss right on your lips

“Karl you can’t just kiss me on stream!!!” “But you liked it :)” cue flustered silence from you

Quackity

not necessarily the type to be super outward with his feelings but adores your presence

so as long as you’re in the room with him, he’s happy

still, you just feel the need to be as close to him as possible

you’re watching a movie, nothing out of the ordinary for you two

what isn’t normal is you climbing on Q’s lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders

when you do muster up the courage to lean back, he’s a blushing mess

which of course, makes you a mess as well

“W-what was that for. You can’t just jump on me out of nowhere. Ugh... I’m gonna melt.”

Wilbur

another one who loves when you get shy

in fact, he actively seeks it out because he thinks it’s adorable

never does it in front of chat though, he wants to be the only one who sees you all shy

first thing he does in the morning is draw you up against him and give you kisses all over your face

he’ll pull your face back with his hands and just wait to feel your cheeks heat up against his palms

he does that annoyingly cute laugh when you dive under the covers to escape him

“Ok, ok, no more hiding. Let me see that beautiful face of yours darling.”

Niki

Niki is very similar to you in the sense of clinginess, takes every opportunity to drape herself over you wherever you are

but the second the two of you realize just how sappy you’re being...

both of your faces are heating up, total tomato fest

she’ll get all blushy if you snuggle up next to her

you push through the embarrassment just to chase her around the room for kisses, to which she pleads for her cat’s help

“Noooo Zuko save meeeee! They’re going to smother me with kisses!”

Sam

this big teddy bear can’t deal with how bashful you get

of course, he still can’t deny you when you give him puppy dog eyes and ask for a kiss

this in turn gets him shy and suddenly you’re both giggling like high schoolers

loves cuddling with you at night because you’re too tired to deny him

buries his head in your shoulder because he can feel your whole body heat up

“You’re not gonna slip away in the middle of the night, are you honey? Nahhh, you like me too much to do that.”

Punz

omg this cocky mf would love to show you off, even if you get embarrassed

would full on make out with you on stream if you didn’t stop him

still, that doesn’t put an end to him flustering you in public

holding you hostage on his lap while on call with friends, sneaking kisses in public and always having a hand on you

he likes to call it “exposure therapy”, but it’s very obvious he just likes seeing you kiss drunk

“Babe, how are you ever gonna get over your shyness if we don’t do anything. Then again, you are pretty cute when you’re flustered.”

Foolish

he can not get over your blushy face

just breaks into a smile whenever he sees you get all flushed

doesn’t seem to understand why that makes you even more embarrassed, though

will 100% wrap you up in a blanket burrito so you can’t escape

sits you on his lap during a long stream, every once in a while, he gives you a kiss on top of your head

puts up a little sign on stream that says ‘cuddle time, don’t mention the burrito’ because he doesn’t want you to leave because of chat

“What? No chat, you can’t mention them! They’re gonna get all shy!”

[love-strawberry]

bitch, you're my soulmate

summary : in which they take the next step and break the internet.

pairing : ben barnes x reader

warnings : language

author's note : hiiiiiiiiii is was requested by the lovely @mrs-brekker15 and is kinda inspired for one of my harry styles social media fic but enjoy !!!

tagged : @mrs-brekker15

part i

part iii

part iv

masterlist

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liked by tchalamet, freddycarter1, andrewgarfield and 3,782,728 others

y/n_ the cakes my dEaR fRiEnDs and bOyFrIeNd got me for my birthday

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username LMAO PLS-

username IM ROLLING HAHAHAH

benbarnes but you said you liked them

-> y/n_ stfu you're the one behind 'go to therapy'

username I WANT FRIENDS LIKE THESE

kittheyounger please sis just appreciate the effort

username AUSIFKSKZJXKSK

jessie_mei_li dw baby, i'm omw with a beautiful cake for you

-> y/n_ i love you

-> y/n_ benbarnes we're done

username DEEZ NUTS IM EVAPORATING

lbardugo drop those idiots, come over in the evening, i'll bake my famous cookies

-> y/n_ mom, i love you

aarontjohnson thank god you're not in london, you wouldn't have liked the cake i would've gotten you

username it's my mom's birthday !!!!

freddycarter1 please don't murder them, we need them for the upcoming seasons

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benbarnes the first thing i saw when i woke up today and my reaction to it, thank you for both the cake and the picture darling

tagged y/n_

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username the pettiness

username i love her

freddycarter1 be glad she didn't poison you

lbardugo you deserved it

y/n_ you're welcome love, i've got a few more choice words i'd like to say that couldn't fit into in the cake

-> benbarnes i'm good, thanks!

username i love their relationship

username this is so chaotic

jessie_mei_li hahahah- stfu you deserved this, puta

andrewgarfield I TOLD YOU GIVING HER THOSE CAKES WASN'T GONNA GO OVER WELL BUT NOOOO YOU DIDN'T LISTEN

-> benbarnes calm down, we'll be fine, i think

username ben being scared of y/n is so funny

username i can't-

username this looks like something aurelia and sirius would do

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liked by benbarnes, daniellegalligan_, jessie_mei_li and 3,97,628 others

y/n_ the most unexpected way he could've proposed, but i wouldn't change it for the world. ben, i love you, so much, even if you're a little shit. there's no one else i'd rather spend my entire life fighting and arguing with over silly things. i love you <3 you make me the happiest

tagged benbarnes

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username IM SORRY BUT WHAT?

username AHHHHHHSHKDKWJAKDKXKXKSKSK

jessie_mei_li OMG IM SO HAPPY CALL ME!!!!!

freddycarter1 CONGRATULATIONS YOU GUYS 🤍

kittheyounger AHHH IM SO PROUD OF YOU BENNY BOY

andrewgarfield was the cake REALLY necessary but IM SO HAPPY AARON AND I ARE ON OUR WAY

username THE WAY THEY KEEP BREAKING THE INTERNET

username they deserve eachother, i'm so happy for both of them<3

zendaya IM SOBBING I LOVE YOU

username THIS IS SO AMAZING DHIDIDKDKKS

aarontjohnson I HELPED HIM PICK THE RING 💍

username we'll be getting the marauders reunion in their wedding

username SO EXCITED

tchalamet why did you say yes?

-> y/n_ because he got down on on knee and asked nicely

-> tchalamet you didn't have to say yes

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benbarnes i know i proposed in a very unexpected way but it doesn't change the fact that you're my everything. i love you and can't wait to spend forever with you <3

tagged y/n_

78,729 comments

username true love right here people

username IM SO HAPPY FUR THWM

jessie_mei_li so much love for both of you !!!!!

calagan.skogman congratulations guys!! love you both

username why can't i have this?

tchalamet congrats ig jk, IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU !!!

danedehaan sending so much love <3

username sobbing

username guess i don't have a chance with y/n after all

y/n_ i wouldn't have it any other way, i love you <3

-> benbarnes i love you more <3

username so cute!!!

kittheyounger just wait till im in london, im throwing you guys the best part ever

aarontjohnson please y/n_ think twice before marrying this twat

-> andrewgarfield what aaron said

-> benbarnes stop trying to break my engagement please

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[a-purple-lizard]

Hi, glasses S/O anon here. Thanks for doing those, I enjoyed reading them. If it’s not too annoying, please could I request some more for an S/O with glasses, this time with Sindel, Skarlet, Frost, Tanya and Mileena (or any combination thereof)?

How they would react to an S/O with glasses part 2

Got it, I’ll write them as a feminine S/O since that was in your last request, hope that’s what you wanted! Also, side note for any fellow Mileena Mains, her Klassic skins are for sale on the store today! I finally got my hands on a couple!

Part 1

Sindel (Good)

-Ah yes! She has seen such contraptions before on earthrealmers!

- She definitely wants an in depth explanation on how exactly they work. “Oh? They’re not glass? I see! So every human needs a certain type of this material layered atop each other in order to improve their sight, fascinating!”

-Like her daughter, one of her first actions are to customize it. Prepare for the finest craftsmen in outworld and beyond to line up at the palace, prepared to supply you with enough glasses for a damn generation!

-Needless to say, once people hear about the queens wife’s sense of fashion, it will definitely become a bit of a trend in outworld. So if you ever felt self conscious about them, know that you never will again.

Sindel (Evil)

-Will definitely mock you the first time she sees them.

-Seriously? What in the hells are those ridiculous headgear? Are you blind, peasant!?

-But as your relationship deepens, the queen will see the item as another way to decorate her pet. Demanding her designers to fit you new pairs, ones that she approves of. If you have to have them on, they damn well better look good at least.

-Ah, now you look like a lady worthy of marrying into the royal bloodline!

-Sindel will definitely always use your glasses to her advantage if the two of you ever spar. She’s not above knocking them right off your face, so be careful.

-Though on the bright side, she’ll never damage them, after all, she handpicked those herself!

Skarlet

-Ah, something similar to her goggles? No, these don’t keep sand out of your eyes….

-She definitely finds them elegant, especially if they’re red.

-Definitely a bit confused why you have such things, at first glance they seem to have no purpose.

-When you explain that they are to help you see, she laughs, “Ah, darling if you wanted to see without them, I could very easily use blood magic to fix your eyes”

-You respectfully decline the offer.

Frost

-Ugh, you look ridiculous.

-I won’t lie, Frost has definitely bullied people over glasses before, and you’re no exception.

-They’re a weakness. They tell the enemy EXACTLY where you’re weak. They make you vulnerable.

-Just get contacts, Jesus.

-Guess she’ll just have to protect you. Well, not like any idiots are going to attack the true grandmasters girlfriend.

-You will still be bullied.

Tanya

-Shes seen these before, they help humans see, correct?

-Will think they’re cute.

-Oooo, do they come in other colors? You should get pair in yellow!

-Rain will definitely point a few jabs your way, but after the third time Tanya kicks him to the ground, he’ll learn to shut the hell up.

-Will always drag you to events wearing them. She wants everyone to see her earthrealm lover and her exotic fashion taste!

-“Calm down Tanya, they aren’t that special. There’s literal Billions who wear them on earthrealm.”

-“Yes, well there happens to be only one wearing them on outworld!”

Mileena

-Let’s be real here, Mileena is a girly girl.

-As soon as she sees them she wants to try them on!

-Ooo so pretty! She looks like such a lady!

-Will practically beg you to get them in pink. Oh! And with little gems on them! And make sure the pink is a really nice shade!

-Will practically squeal in delight if you oblige her request.

-Ahhh yes! So pretty!

-At one point, Shang Tsung offers to fix your sight with magic, but Mileena looked so disappointed when he offered, you just had to decline.

-The convenience of not needing glasses is outweighed by Mileenas fascination with them.

[astromaki]

part 3 of second choice ; ceo!shoto todoroki x gn!reader (x ceo!katsuki bakugo) (1617 words)

part 1. part 2. (previous) part 4.

tw ; angst, arranged marriage, toxic relationship, degradation, divorce, mention of alcohol, bad language, slightly suggestive ?

EXTRA INFOS ;; all the characters are aged up obviously (they are 30 here), the point of view of this third part is from shoto todoroki !

confrontation. [7 : 16 pm]

a week has passed since he came home that night drunk. that he had begged momo to stay with him. that he had accidentally seen those divorce papers crumpled by your hands.

momo had seen them too that night, and yet she and shoto had not commented on them. good, he wasn't in the mood anyway.

it had become almost official, even the media had it on their front pages. "one of japan's richest couples on the verge of divorce?", "billionaire todoroki single again?" "y/n, will the heir.ess of their father's company return to being a lawyer?"

he would have liked to say that he cared what you thought about it. if you cried, screamed, were you hurt ? but that would be lying, you were the least of his worries.

and then, wasn't it what he wanted from the beginning ?

that you would end up hating him so much that you would leave him. that he could finally be free of the weight that you represented every day.

and yet his signature was still missing.

"you can't even love your partner properly, and now i hear through the media that a divorce is on the way ? you're pathetic son. i knew i should have married them to touya. " enji's heart-attack voice echoed terribly through the phone, which made shoto sigh. he was even pretty sure he could hear it from across town.

"calm down." shoto said in an annoyed tone. "your marriage isn't a success either, so keep your remarks to yourself. bye. "

"you idiot, don't you dare hanging up on me. i don't care if you can't satisfy your s/o, i don't care if they feel bad about this arranged marriage either. but y/n y/l/n comes from a very famous lawyer's family, so get a divorce and the amount of money you have to give will be huge. "

"i manage them, it will not be a problem. i have to go now. "

the young man finally returned to your room, looking exhausted, his tie loosened and ready to down a few glasses of whiskey.

however, he was surprised to see you. dressed in a beautiful versace dress/suit, you were glowing. well no, he meant that you looked... good.

though, it was the first time he took the time to look at you. to admire you.

the young man finally met your indifferent gaze through the mirror you were standing in front of. that gaze that was so joyful and sparkling at the beginning of your marriage, full of hope to transform this purely financial union into a love marriage.

but that look, devoid of emotion, almost made shoto, Japan's most ambitious ceo, doubt himself. almost.

"i'm surprised you're still using my card to splurge. how much is this one? $1000 ? $2000 ?"

he was tired, exhausted. nut the truth is he was in the mood to be a pain in the ass tonight.

"$ 8,330. plus the $800 pair. " you replied coldly.

your answer was like a slap in the face to your husband. not because of the price, he didn't give a fuck about this.

but this tone right there. it wasn't like you. you were normally so gentle, patient even with the worst of the crap he put you through. that naive kindness that made him want to vomit was completely gone. he didn't expect such a turn of events.

"so you decide to divorce me, but first you want to empty my bank account? you're exactly as I imagined." his look that used to reflect nothing but fatigue was now full of contempt for you.

you finally faced him. shit, he couldn't help but find you beautiful.

"here todoroki, let's talk about the divorce. " you began, quietly walking over to the cabinet and pulling out a stack of documents. "i've signed it, sign it, and i'll take it to my lawyers first thing in the morning.

he snatched them out of your hand and threw them across the room. you didn't even flinch, you even held his gaze. poker face.

a loud silence fell between you. a long silence, uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. heavy and light. sensible and meaningless.

"what's all this about ? who put you up to this ?"

a wry laugh escaped your lips. your new behavior puzzled shoto. he loved and hated what he had in front of him. a challenge.

"you think i need someone to make me realize that i deserve better than an asshole like you ? fuck, let me laugh. "

your hand went to retrieve a piece of paper from your purse. and it was slammed hard against his chest. bakugou’s business card.

he found your face inches from his, your warm breath gently caressing his cheeks. a scent of whiskey filled his nostrils. you were not sober.

"how many drinks are you on? " he asked quietly.

"so now do you care if i downed a whole bottle or not ? oh please shut up. because now that you mention it, your friend bakugou katsuki may have hired me. to be his company's business lawyer. isn't that funny? "

you turned your back on him, unaware of the state you'd put him in. but damn, it was like he'd just been slapped in the face. nausea took over his whole body, his legs became heavy and weak in few seconds only. and he knew damn well it wasn't fatigue.

so you were leaving him, but on top of that you were going to work for his number one competitor ?

he didn't know what hurt more, the knowledge that bakugo had won one of the most competent lawyers in the field or that you were leaving him for him ? was he jealous ? surely not, it was another feeling that repulsed him. he didn't even know.

"have you lost your tongue todoroki ?"

todoroki ? since when did you call him by his last name ? where are the darlings or my heart that used to annoy him so much ?

you finish getting ready, now wearing your long jacket. he had lost his tongue indeed, he didn't know what to say to you. what to do.

y/n y/l/n, you had succeeded in putting your husband to the wall.

but it was only for a moment. he quickly, too quickly, pulled himself together. his usual irritated expression returned.

"you don't see that he's using you to get ahead of me ? i thought you were smarter than that. "

he took a step forward, slowly but surely. like a predator approaching its prey.

"he doesn't care about you. just like no one has ever cared about you, not me, not him and not your bourgeois family. that's why they put you in a loveless marriage so easily. "

a mirthless laugh escaped from his lips.

"y/n, this bastard doesn't give a damn about you. "

you tried to move towards him, ready to slap him, but the alcohol made you capsize and stumble on your carpet. he arrived just in time to support you with his muscular arms. an annoyed sigh resounded in the large room when your sob reached his ears.

nevertheless, a petty smile stretched his lips. there you were again, the fragile and unassertive y/n finally in his arms.

that bakugo had managed to turn your brain inside out. yet shoto knew you better than anyone else. he knew you. better than you knew yourself. you were that puzzle he had managed to decipher long ago.

"that's not true. kacchan wouldn't do that...", you whisper.

"you know i'm right, sweetheart. you know i'm the only one who's honest with you. my love for you is all you need. "

his muscular hand gradually, peacefully, came to caress your back to take off the buttons of your dress. his lips came to meet yours, to draw you into a long, languid, unsentimental kiss. your lips asked for more, your whole soul asked for more of shoto. more of this man for whom your heart never stopped beating. even if his was vibrating for another woman.

you wanted to feel his lips making love to you sensually, sincerely.

you just wanted him to love you for one night. one fucking night.

shoto was ecstatic. he could already see himself opening a bottle of champagne with his father, to celebrate the divorce that would never happen. tonight, shoto had brought out his best acting skills. millions were at stake. he had brought out his best kiss. he had never touched you like that. so gently, so carefully.

he had never called you by any affectionate nickname.

he has done too much to keep you around.

and you were drunk, not stupid.

you finally stood up, moving away from him, reluctantly. nothing he said was true. from his love for you, to his accusations against katsuki.

awkwardly, you put your dress/suit back on properly.

"i have a meeting with my future employer mr. bakugou tonight. i'll be late. don't wait for me, i'll sleep at the hotel tonight, with your card. "

a red color came to his cheeks. anger ? sadness ? jealousy ?

he had never seen you so determined, so proud. and that attracted him. he was going to lose millions, no matter what. but it was you who was going to escape him. for that bastard bakugou katsuki.

the nice little y/n was no longer shoto todoroki's.

AHHH omg sorry sorry i told you i can't do a fluffy end!! >< (comments and reblogs are appreciated <3)

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[inkyblinders]

Dancing with the Devil: Part II

Part 1

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader

Author’s note: This was so embarrassing to write not because of smut...but because I’m crushing hard on Adrien Brody right now. And I can’t even share this obsession with anyone because… he’s kinda niche? Someone please reassure me that I’m just going through a phase because dear God why can’t I stop watching Darjeeling Limited just to see him ahhh.

The story picks up right after the end of Part 1, so I recommend reading that first. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated, let me know what you think!

Summary: Following your meeting with Luca Changretta, you face the Shelby family and Tommy's reaction. (2.6k words)

Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing

Tag: Let me know if you would like to be added or removed

@anythingwriter, @rrtxcmt, @shut-chan

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You barely make it into your bedroom before he is all over you. The buttons of his crisp, tailored shirt fall like marbles. He moans when you nip the skin of his neck, right over his tattoo of the black cross, legs tangled together like a depraved waltz.

When he grinds into you, you shudder deliciously at the hardness that meets between your bare thighs.

How easy would it be for him to kill you after he fucks you, leaving your corpse twisted in the bedsheets. You know Tommy would find it when he eventually remembers that he has not seen you for days.

“Signorita, you know I come to you with the most honorable of intentions.” He murmurs, as if sensing your thoughts.

“You're not a very honorable man then.” A laugh that turns into a gasp as he trails his hand lower and strokes between your legs. No, not very honorable at all. And pretty soon all thoughts of honor are forgotten as he coaxes a moan from your throat.

His fingers are magic. The cold outline of his onyx rings scald your skin each time he crooks a finger inside you. Knowing exactly what you need, seeking your depths, swirling, rising to rub the clit, all the while exploring the flushed expanse of your body with his other hand.

Shoulder to breasts to hips and back again.

Without meaning to, you’ve let this stranger take control of your entire being. But God, do you crave this pure ecstasy.

It’s as if he wants to know precisely how much you can take before you're undone. So when you clench around his hand and feel the familiar ache he is right there, helping you ride the wave of pleasure, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusting fingers even as you curse, rake your nails down his back.

You almost cry out his name when you come. But you bite into his shoulder instead.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna have to hear you next time.” He growls.

His words barely register as you come down from the high. Aftershocks spark like tiny flames. Now you are wearing his scent as much as he is wearing yours.

“Be inside me,” You whimper, tugging at his soft hair, urging him for more.

He rasps an empty warning, “What's my name, sweetheart?”

Of course. All this time you've never acknowledged you know of his identity. There was no use in trying to hide it now.

“Luca,” you breathe. And his eyes gleam with approval.

With a snap of his hips, he plunges into silky warmth. The fullness stretches you to your limit, head thrown back. It’s good, so good. Every withdrawal of his thrust is a blessing because you know what follows next. It’s him inside you again, wrapping you with his touch and the scent of tobacco and roses.

“Does your Tommy fuck you like this? Like the way I do?”

“He’s not mine.” You choke out, punishing Luca with a bite on the neck that elicits a chuckle rather than a yelp of pain.

He kisses you, your foreheads pressed together. “A damn shame for him.” Soon he starts to quicken his pace, going faster, more erratic, his breathing heavy upon your ears.

Yes, you urge him, come on, now.

And this is your chance. In a flash you roll on top of him, pinning down his shoulders with your hands. He tries to arch up but you stop him with a knee.

“How many men did you bring, Changretta?” You ask, making your voice rough to mask the lust, pressing your hands around his jugular.

It's a pleasure to see him like this. Shocked at your actions, maybe even scared. Naked with want but unable to do anything to relieve it. Unless he tells the truth.

“Fifteen. Why baby, am I not enough for you?” He laughs breathlessly, hands trailing goosebumps along your hips, tracing the contour of your breasts. The jib doesn't hurt you. After all, men have said worse. He tries to surge into you again, and his hot member pulses on your thighs.

“Do you swear on your honor? That you’re telling the truth?” You insist, squeezing him harder. The touch brands his skin as much as it brands yours.

In a voice full of self-mockery he says, “Yes I swear on my honor. Now let me in, clever Isabel.”

You take him in you, the sensations amplify a thousandfold. You try teasing him, going slowly in and out, but soon you are caught up in the sensation of him completely at your mercy and you ride him, faster, until you keen his name, until he too is undone.

****

Through the haze of dawn, he stumbles out of bed and gets dressed. Before he dons his hat once more, Luca leans down to whisper in your ear, as soft as sin.

“You tell Tommy Shelby he may expect a visitor in the night. I'm coming for him as the angel of death. The vendetta has begun…” He kisses your hair.

“I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

The door clicks shut. You rise from your pillow, and a small, hard lump rolls next to your hand.

It is a signet ring of onyx and gold.

****

“So we all get a death letter from the mafia, but Izzy gets jewelry?” Ada huffs as the family filters into the betting shop. As usual, Tommy holds court at the front of the table, brooding over a glass of whiskey. You roll your eyes as Arthur and John try to cover their snort of laughter with a cough.

“If you want it, you can have it, Ada. He’s probably planning on killing me too.”

“Doubt it. You’re not a Shelby, and we’re the ones who killed his father. Well, someone did, to be precise.” She shoots a bitter look at Tommy, who doesn’t even have the decency to look ashamed.

Despite Ada’s matter-of-fact tone, the words cut to your heart. Not a Shelby.

It’s not her fault. No one knows you’ve been sleeping with Tommy, not even your dearest friend. It’s a lonely secret to keep, but at least you can look at the family square in the eye and not have to worry about the things they say behind your back. Or worse, pity you.

You can handle the violence and moral ambiguity of Tommy’s business. But to lose the love and respect of the Shelbys would break your heart.

“What was the mafia man like, Izzy?” Finn asks eagerly. It’s obvious the boy is thinking of the dashing, gun-wielding gangsters he’s seen in the pictures.

“He was a wrinkly old brute. Kind of like your arsehole brother Tommy.” A smile to take the edge off the insult. But Tommy only looks off into space. As if he hasn't paid attention to this entire conversation.

Arthur clears his throat. “Now, let’s get one thing straight. It was me who pulled the trigger on his dad, so the blame falls on me.” He pats Linda’s hand even as his voice is heavy with guilt.

“No one’s blaming you Arthur, you weren’t the brains behind the operation, no offense.” Ada says. He is about to say something when Polly cuts in.

“Stop squabbling like children. We’ve all voted for truce, despite everything Tommy’s done to us—” The words nearly having us hanged hover pointedly in the air. “—So let’s focus on the matter at hand." She fixes Tommy with a sharp look.

“What’s the news from Camden Town? Will Solomons help us?”

“No.” He says tiredly. And all of a sudden you feel sorry for teasing him. He look gaunt. There are shadows under his eyes, even more so than usual. Without you to remind him to eat, you can imagine his diet for the past few days consisted more of alcohol and cigarettes than anything substantial.

“Spent three hours on a fucking tour of his bakery and another pretending to drink his piss-poor rum. I think he was trying to get me sloshed so I’d forget what I came for.” Tommy rubs his head.

“He’s refusing to send his men to help. Said he’s not going to go after another oppressed people.”

“Did you tell him the Italians are rounding up Jews in their country as we speak?” Polly asks incredulously.

“Wouldn’t make a difference to Alfie. Besides, that’s just an excuse. He’s really just a fucking coward.”

Polly looks troubled at this, as does the rest of the family. Everyone had been counting on Alfie’s friendship with Tommy, however peculiar, to help them with the vendetta. What they hadn’t expected was his extreme sense of self-perseverance. How are they going to protect themselves now?

“Before everyone panics, I’d like to say something.” Tommy clears his throat, setting down the whisky.

“As you may all know, two nights ago our Izzy encountered Mr. Changretta in the Garrison. He bought her a drink and asked her to deliver an official beginning of the vendetta.” He chooses this time to finally look at you. You hold his gaze until he looks shiftily away.

“We can also assume that he has been scoping out Small Heath, looking for any weaknesses on our turf. Now, Izzy has something to share with you all.”

You stand up uncertainly. The last time a woman other than Polly tried to speak her mind at the table it had been Esme, who still refuses to come to the betting shop unless Tommy is not here.

“While Mr. Changretta was, er, indisposed at the Garrison, I found some items in his coat that I think could be useful.” You fish out a passport and a stack of papers from your skirt pockets.

“Good job, Izzy! Oh, I knew we could count on you more than my idiot brother.” Ada beams.

“Becoming a right little spy, eh?” John ruffles your hair good-naturedly. As everyone gathers around, Polly gives a low whistle.

“Goodness, if this is your definition of an ugly brute, I wonder who’ll really catch your fancy, darling.”

You flush. The documents were obtained shortly after Luca had fallen asleep. It was an exercise in agility, trying to extricate yourself from his tangle of limbs, especially when you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, encased in his warmth.

To your own credit, the papers were highly useful indeed. Some were maps of Birmingham, circles drawn in places where the Shelbys are known to frequent. The Garrison. Charlie’s Yard. The Arrow House. There was also stationary from The Stanton, a hotel just outside of the city.

There had been another piece of paper in the stack, a letter. But you kept that for yourself.

“We all have Izzy to thank for bringing us this valuable information.” Tommy’s voice rises above the chatter. “I will be personally examining all the documents and think of a plan. In the meantime, everyone stay alert, stay armed, and stay together.”

“Now if no one has any further questions, I need to have a private word with her. Alone.”

*****

You twirl the onyx ring around your finger as everyone filters out. It’s much too big but you still wear it anyways. The thick band of gold is comforting in its own way. And despite what you told Ada earlier, you don’t want to give it to anyone else.

Tommy’s curt voice snaps you from your reverie.

“Was it good, then?”

A small muscle tics on the underside of his jaw. His previously blank expression is now cold. The coward in you compels you to feign ignorance.

“What do you mean, Tommy?” You ask lightly.

“Did it feel good to have that fucking wop inside you?”

You burst out laughing. “Christ, Tommy. Did you pick up that word from Alfie? You sound bloody ridiculous when you’re trying to be crass, you know.”

“Don’t fucking change the subject, Isabel.” Tommy snaps.

“Oh, so I’m Isabel, now? You only call me that when you’re trying to get me in bed. Is that what you want? A bit early in the evening if you ask me.”

“What I want for you is to tell me how it felt having that man inside you, inside---”

You blaze with anger. “My sex life is none of your business, even if you are an occasional participant. I did what you would have wanted, and now I’ve got intel on the Changrettas that could save your arse!”

“Do you know how dangerous it could have been? Fraternizing with the enemy is exactly what got us into trouble with the Changrettas!”

“And fraternizing with them again has given us an advantage. We know how many associates he’s brought with him, and where they are staying. Good God,” Your eyes widen as you see the mutinous look on Tommy’s face. “Are you jealous?”

The silence of the room presses in until it's almost palpable. Finally he rubs a hand over his eyes, looking utterly defeated.

“I have no right to.” He says, pained. “But I am, just the same.”

The admission of his feelings would have made your heart soar a few days ago, before you met a man who enchanted you in the Garrison. You only laugh bitterly.

“What makes this different from all those other times you made me seduce the men you wanted to spy on?”

He says nothing. But what else is there to say? The past is in the past, and so many hurts have been caused by the both of you, it would be impossible to untangle it all.

You soften your voice, laying a hand on Tommy's arm.

“Let me continue seeing him. He wants me, and we can use that. You know it will be help, you know it might save us all.”

A breath flutters in your chest as you wait for his decision. If Tommy allows it, you’ll do it in a heartbeat. The Shelbys are your family, whether you're one in name or not.

But if he refuses, then perhaps… Perhaps he might actually care for you, deeper than jealousy, deeper than he admits.

“Very well.” Tommy says finally, and something in your heart shatters. The corners of your mouth curve up in a wobbly smile.

“Thank you for trusting me, Tommy. I won’t let you down.”

“You would never let me down, no matter what you do. Just…Be careful, Izzy.”

He closes the distance between you and enfolds you in a hug. You enjoy this quiet warmth, as fragile as spider's silk. With a small laugh, you pull away, patting his arm before turning to the door.

You don't look back to see if he follows.

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S/O GETS INJURED WHILE FIGHTING

— 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎, 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈, 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈

author’s note: HELLO DARLING!! yes, of course you can! i’m sorry it took so long but i hope you enjoy it :) siDE nOTE i’m so exCitEd because you are my first anon aHHH i love you so much thanks for requesting T^T <3 also sorry for making bakugo’s one so angsty LOL

Todoroki Shoto

You had just finished off the last of the villains on your side when your legs buckled and you collapsed with exhaustion

“Y/N!” Todoroki’s voice echoed from down the street

He used his ice quirk to get to you in the blink of an eye and immediately knelt by your side, completely forgetting about the villains he was fighting

“Are you hurt?” he asked, grabbing your arms with his large hands, gripping you so tightly with worry that the blood flow to your arms got cut off

“I’m fine,” you coughed weakly. “Just… tired…” you forced out

But it was obvious you were lying by the way you were practically gasping for air

Your eyes shifted to the approaching villains as they closed in on you two

Not even bothering to stand, Todoroki twisted his torso and hit them with a blast of fire

His face was stoic but fury burned ferociously in his eyes, insistent on not letting them get anywhere near you 

The villains crumpled to the ground, unconscious and you smiled up at your boyfriend proudly, forever impressed by his prowess

He turned back to you, anger now replaced with concern as he gave you his full attention

“Can you stand?” he asked, worry etched into every part of his face

You nodded and grimaced as you tried to get up with his help

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through your ribs and you doubled over, grabbing your side

“You’re hurt,” he said, carefully laying you down on the ground, his left arm holding your body close to his

He gently pried your shaky fingers away from your ribs and replaced them with his right hand

You winced before letting out a sigh of relief, a cooling sensation spreading over your exposed ribs and numbing the pain

You stayed like that for a while; eyes closed as you focused on the feeling of Todoroki’s cool skin against yours

After you felt good enough to stand, Todoroki pulled your arms over his shoulders and piggy-backed you to the nearest hospital, where you stayed the night

The next morning, you woke up to a messy mop of red and white hair fast asleep at the edge of your hospital bed

He stirred as you ran your hand through his soft hair, his eyes tired from watching over you all night

When he realised you were awake and doing okay, he pulled you into his arms

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” he said, relief washing over him

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he whispered shakily as he embraced you tighter

Bakugo Katsuki

You gasped for air as a red flower bloomed under your costume from the deep gash in your side

“Weakling,” the villain spat, kicking you harshly in the stomach

A little blood escaped from your mouth as you coughed painfully

He raised his weapon, blade glinting menacingly in the moonlight as he prepared for the final blow

Just when you thought this might be your end, you heard your boyfriend’s voice ringing in your ears

“Y/NNNNN!!!!!”

You watched helplessly as Bakugo blasted the villain into oblivion, showing him the same amount of mercy you received - none

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER AGAIN! DIE YOU PIECE OF SCUM!” he screamed between blasts of his quirk

He attacked violently, blinded by rage and the will to protect you

He disposed of the villain quicker than he ever had before and rushed over to you, leaving your attacker groaning in pain on the concrete floor

Bakugo crouched down and held your limp body in his arms, his eyes swirling with so many emotions: anger, concern and fear 

“Why did you fight him?! You know you’re not strong enough to handle villains like that yet!” he raised his voice, unable to mask how truly worried he was

Although his words stung, you knew he was right

But you couldn’t help it

“If I didn’t distract him… He would have gone after you… Idiot…” you said through laboured breaths

His eyes widened in realisation; you were trying to protect him

He couldn’t help but feel guilty as he looked at the condition you were in, scolding himself for failing to keep you safe

“It’s not your fault, Katsuki,” you reached up and caressed his face gently. “I was careless.”

He leaned into your touch, a thin film forming over his eyes

“Don’t do anything stupid like that again,” he choked out

You nodded weakly as he wrapped his arms protectively around you

Shinso Hitoshi

Your hand went up to your temple, massaging it in an attempt to reduce the incessant pounding in your skull

You and Shinso had fought long and hard, side-by-side, and were eventually able to successfully apprehend the villains 

Now you were waiting for the police to show up and take them away before you called it a night

As you removed your hand from your head, you stared in shock at your fingers now coated with slick red liquid

“Man, feels great for people to finally recognise me as the good guy despite my quirk,” Shinso sighed contentedly 

He smirked devilishly at the villain that lay tied up on the floor before striding back towards you

“I think we did a pretty good job, huh ba-” his smile instantly vanished as he watched the thick liquid run down the side of your face

He hadn’t noticed it before, having been so concentrated on winning the chaotic fight

“I’m fine, Toshi,” you tried to reassure him as he examined your face closely

Your words proved void as you winced when he touched your face

You knew you had made a mistake

“Toshi, wait-” you called, but he wasn’t listening

His eyes darkened as he slowly approached the culprit

“Did you do this? Did you hurt her?” his voice low and dangerous

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” the villain pleaded, trying to scramble away

Having answered his question, Shinso activated his quirk, eyes full of intent to hurt

“How dare you lay a finger on my precious Y/N,” he growled. “I’m going to make you pay.”

“Hitoshi, stop! You’re not the bad guy, remember? Don’t do it, you’re better than that! You’re better than him!” you shouted, trying to ignore the burning pain as you implored him to reconsider

He inhaled deeply, glaring daggers at the villain before deactivating his quirk

“Today must be your lucky day,” he said, face showing no emotion but venom potent in his voice

Shinso walked back and embraced you protectively as the police arrived

“Thank you,” he sighed, kissing the top of your head as he gently pressed the ice pack he retrieved from the officers to your temple

“I promise to always be the good guy, to protect you from the evils of this world,” he vowed

Keigo Takami

You and Keigo made such a perfect team, complementing each other in every way possible - even in fighting

Just as you were finishing off the last villain on your side, someone punched you from behind, sending you flying into a brick wall

The impact knocked the wind out of you and you collapsed on the cold hard ground

“Y/N!” Keigo cried  

Golden orbs ablaze, he fought off the remaining villains with new found strength

One of them sneaked out of his line of sight, determined to finish you off

But Keigo noticed and flew over at the speed of light, kicking him square in the chest

He stood defensively between you and the remaining villains, wings spread out as a protective barrier to shield you from their attacks

You tried to get up, not wanting him to fight alone, but the pain was too intense and your body refused to cooperate

However, your efforts proved unnecessary as Keigo finished off the last one with a bone-crushing punch

No longer in the presence of danger, your muscles relaxed and your body slumped down onto the ground

“Y/N! Are you okay?!” he asked as he knelt beside you, panting from exhaustion

You nodded stiffly, body still weak

He scooped you up in his strong, capable arms and stood up, carrying you bridal style

He held you so closely to his chest that you could hear his rapid heartbeat

“Hold on tight, dear,” he said

He waited for your hand to clench around his jacket before taking off to the skies, flying you to the nearest medical centre

The wind tousled his blonde locks as he glanced down at you worriedly, making sure you were okay

You closed your eyes and inhaled his comforting scent, smiling softly as you rested in his arms