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If You Need To Be Mean | Matt Murdock x Reader

PART 1 of The Vault

See this post for more information on my Valentine's Day Special & Follower Celebration

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt can't take another step, but you won't let him fall apart on his own. And if he needs to be mean, he should be mean to you.

Warnings: Angst, self-loathing, hurt/comfort

A/n: This is the first installment of my follower celebration and Valentine's special. This is a more recent fic I wrote, but it's been in the vault for a couple weeks. I just wish I could hug him as Karen did because the one hug he got throughout the show was not nearly enough. I wrote this because of the scene captured in the gif below and got inspired by a certain set of lyrics in the song I Don't Smoke by Mitski. Enjoy this, and Happy Valentine's Day, you lovely people! Go hug someone you care about. Spend time with friends. Be nice to each other. And don't forget to love each other.

He’s so fucking soft.

He doesn’t look like it—this muscular, stoic force of a man who carries himself with a confidence that leaves the people around him speechless. 

He doesn’t look like the kind of man who would be soft. But you know him, and you know that no man could possibly be more gentle, more caring, and more vulnerable than Matt is when it comes to the one he loves and trusts more than anything in this godforsaken world. 

His undying devotion for you has turned him into an open book. Your fingers read the scars on his skin like Braille. When you look into his unfocused hazel eyes, analyzing the specks of forest green inside them whenever the sun hits his irises just right, you see the man behind the iron mask he wears to shield his fragile heart from the world. 

You’re well aware of the hurt he has been through in the past, the hell he walked through to get where he is now, and you have never admired someone more than you do him. You have never felt more willing to surrender your entire being to another person because, in return, he offered you all of him. He did not do so from the beginning; it took Matt a while, but when his facade finally cracked and he broke down at your feet, you were more than willing to catch him.

On broken knees and bloody palms, he would crawl home to you. He would walk the same path Jesus walked with the heavy cross on his back if it meant holding you one last time. And he would die for you. 

He proved that time and time again, and you had never been so scared as when you thought the love of your life would never make it back home to you. That you would never get to see his smile again or feel his arms around you. You knew then that what you two have could only be true love. 

Whenever he touches you, your world is set on fire. It’s his way of seeing you. Feeling your pulse, feeling your skin, touching your face—he wants to memorize every inch of you every day, embracing all the changes he finds along the way and loving you even more for it.

You would go anywhere he goes, even if that meant following him to the end of the earth and jumping into the abyss with him; you would do it. You would do it all if only you could stay with him forever. At times, it’s sickening how deep your love runs, and how attached you are to him, but no one has made you feel this way before him. 

He makes you feel wanted, cherished, and desired. He proves to you how amazing you are every day, and when he forgets—when he pushes you away or gets lost in his head and you have to pull him back from the edge he doesn’t fall off again, he repents for what he believes to be the greatest sin he could ever commit, which is hurting you. Breaking your heart. But you have not left him, and you do not plan on doing so. Ever. You told him as much.

Matt Murdock is as endlessly devoted to you as you are to him.

You get to his vulnerable—his shattered—side in different ways on different days. Sometimes, he needs to cry, and sometimes he just needs to be mean. He needs to be mean, and he needs to beat someone up, but there come days when beating up someone else isn’t enough, and he takes it out on himself. Those days are the worst. 

He’s not infallible, and he’s not perfect, but you can’t stand to see him hurting. He doesn’t deserve it, no matter how badly he insists that he does. 

You can tell that he just wants to scream sometimes. You fight, you argue, but never when he’s feeling his worst. When he’s feeling his worst, Matt bottles it up. He bottles it up to the point he beats his fists bloody at Fogwell's Gym, needing you to patch him up after. He doesn’t even cry when you kiss his knuckles. He doesn’t cry when he accidentally opens them back up and it burns so badly, his cheeks turn red from the sheer agony.

Sometimes, we all need to cry, but Matt hates doing it in front of you. He hates taking it out on you. And he would rather blame and hurt himself than drag you down with him, which is something that you wish you could take away from him, but you never know how. All you can do is react when he finally spreads himself open for you. All you can do is hold him when he lets you, but more often than not, that is more than enough for this broken man you feel honored to be able to call yours. Only yours.

You’re standing in the doorway to his bedroom, wearing nothing but his shirt. The fabric carries his scent, mixing with yours on your bare skin.

It’s not a sexual thing. Not tonight. Not most nights, either. You wear his clothes and use his shampoo because you know how sensitive he is, and whenever you’re with him, you want him to be comfortable. When you smell like the both of you instead of the world outside of the four walls of his home, he can melt into you. No distractions, no limits, just the two of you, together.

Matt walks through the front door, dropping his bag by the door and his keys in the bowl. He tears the glasses off his face, having left indentations on the bridge of his nose from how long he had been wearing them all day. He has a black eye, and without his glasses, he fears that their clients at Nelson, Murdock, and Page might feel discouraged to come to them if they saw him purple and bruised.

You understand where he’s coming from, but he’s suffering. You want nothing more than to ease that suffering. To be good to him. For him. With him.

You look at him and you see a beautiful vase. A vase that was dropped on expensive marble floors and shattered into a million tiny pieces. Now, someone has to glue those pieces back together because the vase is too precious to let go to waste. You see a man who has been wearing a mask all day, every day, and all night, too—an invisible one that has nothing to do with the physical battles he fights for Hell’s Kitchen after the sun sets.

Matt feels like he is losing all control. Your concern only adds to his mental load. You try to hide it, but he is a bloodhound. He can smell, hear, and feel everything. Every little change in your behavior gets noticed, and you can’t hide how you feel about him.

The grabby hands of the outside world refuse to let him go. He can’t tune it out. It’s written all over your face. And you feel so utterly helpless, you could cry. You want to cry for him.

You exhale a soft sigh when he approaches you. “Matt,” you murmur. 

He sniffs. His eyes glisten in the soft yellow luminance of the Billboard outside, projecting a tragic beauty onto your beaten hero. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he answers, his voice cracking halfway through one simple word. 

“So, everything?” you ask. 

“Yeah,” Matt nods, “Every-fucking-thing.”

His invisible mask falls to the ground, and with it, his defenses crumble. 

“I, uh…I can’t–” He steps in front of you, and his bottom lip quivers with the weight of a thousand different emotions that flicker like a burnt-out candle. “I can’t do this alone anymore,” he says. 

Your heart breaks. He’s towering over you, yet all he wants is to fall into you. You have to catch him before it’s too late. 

A tear rolls down his cheek. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t...I can’t take another step.”

“You’re not alone,” you whisper. “And you don’t have to–you don’t have to take another step if you don’t want to. You can take a break. You can breathe. It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”

Matt falls into your open arms. You close them around him instantly, chest-to-chest, heart-to-heart. His sobs reverberate in your ear, and the salt of your tears mingles with his on the skin above your collarbone. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair and ball into a tight fist. You can’t let him go. He would fall apart if you did. “You’re gonna be okay,” your voice remains barely above a whisper. The cadence resembles a soft wave of vibrations that shake him to his very core. “You hear me?” you say. “You’re gonna be okay. I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

He grunts. 

“You always think that you have to function, but you don’t. The city may need you, but you need yourself even more. You can take a step back.”

The muscles in your shoulders protest when he digs his fingers in with such force that it almost makes your knees buckle. This is the storm he so often keeps from you because he’s afraid it might hurt you, but you can weather it. You can weather it for and with him. The pain is worth it if it means that he gets what he needs. If he needs to cling to you like a lifeline, you will stand still and bear it. Your love for him knows no bounds. 

Feeling you flinch, Matt’s grip on you loosens. You’re not having any of it. You pull him closer by the waist, and you say, “If you need to be mean, be mean to me.”

“Stop it,” his words resemble a strangled groan. 

“No. Let it out.” You sound so earnest, the truth becomes hard to miss. “I can take it.”

“Please.”

You shush him. He’s crushing you under his weight, but that is exactly what you wanted. Your arms are his shelter, his solace, and everything he needs to survive. 

The tsunami of emotions wrecks him, and he cries like he has never cried before. Through all of it, you are his unwavering pillar of calm. His lifeline. The one thing that remains consistent, and the only thing he can always count on. 

He’s so soft. The world doesn’t deserve him, and you will spend the rest of your life trying to protect his heart with your own.

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[misctf]

Movie Night

“Dude, look at this!” Matt looked up from his unpacking and walked over to where Josh was sitting, “I guess the old tenants forgot this gem.” Josh chuckled holding up an old DVD.

Matt grabbed is from his buddy. While there was no title on the case, the picture of two skinny blond men making out in a bedroom certainly caught his attention. Matt raised an eyebrow.

“Certainly interesting. Not sure if this is what they meant by fully furnished” He chuckled, “Guess they forgot it.” Not a huge deal- given that the rent was so low and it was within walking distance to their classes, a few scandalous items were acceptable. Yet Matt stared at the DVD case- at the two men passionately making out. He didn’t have any issues with gay people, but there was something about this DVD. The two men were certainly handsome, the one hairless and with a pretty impressive ass, while the other was just a tad more muscular and dominant looking.

“Earth to Matt, you good there bud?” Josh chuckled.

Matt blushed and looked up at his friend, “Uh yeah, sorry haha.” He laughed awkwardly, somewhat confused by his thoughts. Since when did he care about how good a man's ass looked? He focused on his friend, “We should probably put it back where we found it.” He said, his voice dropping off towards the end of his sentence. Matt couldn’t help but appreciate just how well Josh’s gray shirt hugged his body. Something about it just captured his friend’s muscular physique so well, and while he continued to stare, he felt a heat rising up within him.

“Hey you okay dude?” Josh asked, looking more concerned, “Lemme just take this from ya.” He chuckled awkwardly, grabbing the DVD case from his friend.  Matt looked confused for a moment before shaking his head, “Feeling better now? Didn’t think you’d get all worked up over two gay guys.” Josh teased, looking down at the case.

“Yeah I don’t know, sorry man. Must’ve zoned out.” Matt took a deep breath, suddenly noticing how intensely Josh was staring at the case.

“You think we should watch it?” Josh asked, his voice somewhat distant and his eyes still staring at the case, “I mean, we have the DVD player.”

“Dude, what the hell?” Matt chuckled, “It’s probably some gay porn tape.”

“Only one way to find out!” the brunette replied with a grin, sticking the DVD in.

Matt wanted to protest, but when the DVD started playing, a strange sensation washed over him. The two of them sat on the couch, watching the film intensely. It wasn’t porn, but instead a stupid rom com of the two gay men. It was funny, it was romantic, and before either of the two realized, they had become enthralled in the plot. It was fairly predictable, at least to Matt- two soulmates unable to be together, overcoming the odds and making it. Of course with some passionate romance mixed in. But yet he couldn’t stop watching and rooting for the two main characters. And based on how Josh was similarly leaning forward, eyes focused, Matt assumed he was equally interested. But as the film was reaching its predictable conclusion, Matt felt a discomfort in his crotch.

“What the fuck?” He muttered, his erection straining against his pants. He quickly tried to adjust, which didn’t go unnoticed by Josh. Before his friend could say anything, Matt got up and turned away, “I need to go to my room.” He said quickly.

The young man rushed towards his room, wincing at the discomfort in his pants. He slammed the door and immediately stripped, his eyes widening at the site of his raging erection. Yeah the movie had some R-rated scenes, but it was all gay shit anyway. Why was he getting so horned up over some gay rom com? And when did it get so fucking hot? He threw off his shirt and stood naked in his room, taking deep breaths.

“Dude, you good?” Matt jumped and turned to face Josh, who was standing in the doorway. Yeah they had seen each other naked a few times in the locker room, but this wasn’t the same. And Matt couldn’t help but blush.

He wanted to say something, to say anything really, but the words wouldn’t leave his mouth. He wanted to tell Josh to get out and to leave him alone- but it was like those words were trapped behind a mental barrier. And much to Matt’s horror, he could see Josh eyeing his erection. The two men’s eyes met, and although they couldn’t say anything, it was clear they were both not in control of the situation.

“Josh... what is this?” Matt strained as he proudly flaunted his erect member to his best friend.

Josh couldn’t look away, “I-I don’t know... I can’t...” He took a deep breath, “It’s like the movie... when the two guys first...”

Without another word, Josh’s body moved on its own, walking over to his naked friend. And before Matt could protest, Josh kissed him, passionately on the lips. Matt’s eyes widened, before he found himself reciprocating. He felt his hand move against his friend’s toned abdomen, gripping the gray shirt that covered his body.

“Let’s get rid of this.” Matt whispered. That cheesy line... it was just like what the one character from the movie. Why was he saying this shit? And as Josh’s shirt was thrown aside, the two continued passionately making out. He could feel as his friend gripped his ass and gave it a squeeze, causing Matt to moan. And in that instant, Matt could swear that his voice sounded higher. But before he could fully register what was happening, Josh pushed him onto his bed.

“And I’ll get rid of these.” Josh grinned removing his pants, while his eyes betrayed his fear.

Matt felt himself lick his lips as he gazed upon his now naked friend. And Matt could swear that his friend’s hair had taken on a somewhat lighter hue. But before he could fully register his friend’s changes, Josh had crawled on top of his friend, his sweaty muscular body pressed closely as the two continued to make out. Against his will, he began thrusting his hips as the two grinded against one another, moaning as they did. All the while, Matt was becoming aware of something. As his hands caressed his friend’s muscular arms and back, it almost seemed like his friend was losing mass.

“Josh...” Matt forced out, “You need to stop... you’re changing...”

Josh stopped for just a second and frowned, “I’m not the only one.” He forced out, before locking lips with his friend and then slowly kissing down his friend’s neck.

During this, Matt was able to turn his head to catch a glimpse of them in the mirror. Josh was smaller now, while still muscular, he must’ve lost some height and some mass, making the man a bit smaller overall. Meanwhile, Matt watched as his black hair became lighter and lighter, until settling on a natural blond and he let out another high pitched moan as his voice settled on a higher tenor.

“Damn babe, I love it when you moan like that.” Josh grinned, running his hand along Matt’s shrinking biceps and triceps.

“Josh... please...” Matt croaked out, his breath getting caught as his entire body shrunk rapidly. Years of working out and going to the gym seemed to reverse themselves as his frame became much smaller, with only small lean muscles, mostly for showing off rather than for strength.

“Don’t worry, I know what ya like.” Josh replied, flipping them so that Matt was on top and giving his friend’s ass a squeeze.

Matt moaned, feeling as his friend played with his juicy ass and hole, the feeling beyond anything that he was used to. He looked down at Josh and watched as two nipple piercing magically appeared and a tattoo formed on his left thigh.

“Josh...” Matt moaned, turning to the mirror, his eyes widening in horror. They looked just like the two guys from the movie. And it looked like he was becoming the more submissive of the pair- the "bottom". It was like a whole new vocabulary and knowledge was filling his head, and he knew he didn't want it. He did his best and pushed himself off the bed, landing on his jiggly ass.

“Woah there babe, you good?” Josh asked looking down. To Matt’s dismay, the look of fear that had clued him into his friend still being there was gone. Instead, it was the look of that guy from the movie... the passionate, caring, and sexy stare of his more dominant boyfriend. And it made Matt shiver.

“This isn’t right, we can’t be together!” Matt breathed out, a feeling of guilt welling up inside him. And it was at that moment he realized... that was the same line from the movie. He was still acting it out.

Josh slowly got off the bed, and plopped down next to Matt. He placed a comforting hand on his cheek, and forced him to look into his eyes.

“I don’t care.” He whispered, “I love you.”

And Matt knew it was over. It was just like the movie, the same stupid lines, the same passionate romance. And he hated how predictable it was- how he knew what was going to happen next. A warm feeling welled up from within Matt, all the concern and worry about being with Josh dissipating as he stared intensely into his boyfriend’s eyes. Josh made him feel right... safe even. All he wanted to do was be with him. And with that, the two leaned in for another passionate kiss, the sensual night picking up exactly where it had left off.

The next morning, Matt woke up, curled up in the arms of his lover. He nestled closer to Josh, enjoying the warmth and comfort that it brought.

“Good morning beautiful.” Josh whispered, planting a small kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead.

Matt smiled and planted a quick kiss on Josh’s lips, before slowly pushing himself out of bed. Josh smirked, taking in the site of his naked boyfriend.

“Now that’s a sight I won’t get tired of.” Josh pushed himself out of bed and kissed Matt quickly, “Come on, we should probably get something to eat. I’m drained.” He winked.

As the two walked down to the kitchen and passed the living room, something caught Matt’s eye. He walked over to the DVD case that was tossed on the floor and picked it up, inspecting the cover. It was of two guys, in decent shape and working out at the gym together. He chuckled, they were kind of sexy, but he much preferred his smooth, toned look. Not to mention, so did Josh.  

“Better put this back.” He whispered, placing the DVD back in the cabinet, the memory of it quickly vanished from his mind. And as he walked back into the kitchen where his sexy boyfriend was making them breakfast, he couldn’t wait to see what the day would bring.

[strawberrysnoopy]

ACT ONE: The Photo-shoot, Part Two

prologue, part one

warnings: basic stuff (infidelity, mentions of sex and masturbation, ada slander, yadda, yadda), i also don't know how an er really works so..., brief mention of disordered eating habits but not an eating disorder (if that makes sense), foreshadowing (in the same chapter), almost sex but not yet sugar, blah blah, blah. I also can't write fight scenes so whatever. Also I promise that this will be the last dinner party esque scene in a while lol.

tags: @heylesamis, @sweetserial, @iloveyousomuch1989, @galactict3a, @m1sery-busin3ss, @ssulfurr, @julia13123, @nic-stars, @stillhavingdaddyissues, @greywardensaywhat thank you anons for your submissions and helping motivate me to continue this series!

Leon sat beside you in the emergency room, holding up an ice pack to his eye. You hated that out of all things to be concerned about right now, you were staring at his thick biceps and his veiny forearms like some cheap whore. The nurses who saw the both of you come in had looked at Leon first, so you were justified in staring. At least a little. "How's the eye?" You asked, reaching over and pulling the ice pack back a little so you could see the damage. A few capillaries in his eye had burst open, making his eye look all bloody and gross. The beginnings of a dark bruise were beginning to form. "Hurts. But nothing I haven't felt before." True, he was a government agent assigned to save the world over and over again: so this might be just a blip in his entire career. You nod, patting his arm and settling back into your seat beside him. Tonight hadn't been what you anticipated at all. You just wanted a cozy dinner with Leon and your husband to ease his loneliness. He was cooped up in his house and you knew he would neglect to feed himself. Leon wouldn't really consider himself a lonely man. He had friends to bide his time with when Ada was gone doing a mission. Your husband was one of those people, and of course, by instinct: the invite of friendship was gracefully extended to you. However, Leon would really hate to admit that you're the better in maintaining the friendship than your husband ever was. You were the one to start inviting him over for dinner when Ada was gone because you knew he'd probably put some half-assed attempt in feeding himself everyday. Not that he didn't know how to cook (he was quite an excellent one, in fact), he felt that it was kind of pointless if you ate when there wasn't someone to share the meal with.

Tonight was one of those nights for him. You texted him earlier this afternoon, offering him dinner and the company of friends. He could practically hear your soft voice from over the phone: the kindness you radiated with your mere presence lighting him up like the Fourth of July. Of course he had to accept your invitation, it's not like he had plans: other than sitting in his boxers, drinking and stare at the ceiling while he laid in bed. You were rather quick to trot over to the door when Leon came knocking. There was a stupid grin plastered on your face and with the way your eyes looked at him with a bright, glimmering shine glazing over them. "Leon!" You squeal, capturing him into your arms and swaying him back and forth. A low and rumbly chuckle escaped his throat while he hugged you, arms finding their home around your waist. Your husband's off somewhere in the house, if you had to guess accurately: by the fridge, contemplating how plastered he was planning on getting tonight in the shortest amount of time. Perhaps he'd go a little slower tonight, but you don't have much hope in him with the fact Leon's there. It might encourage him. Who knows.

"I appreciate you having me over tonight. So nice of you to make sure I'm never lonely." Among other things. But he's not squealing too soon. Your eyes longingly rake over his body, and god, the gall of this man to not appear in your life sooner and sweep you off of your feet. Noticing he's wearing something different, he smiles at you and pinches your cheek, muttering the same nickname he always called you.

Silly Girl.

God, fuck this man to the highest degree, you curse to yourself. And his attire?! Oh fuck him. You tried not to notice his attire. It was that of a somewhat dorky husband. Perhaps that’s what attracted Ada, perhaps that’s what made her hate him so much. Regardless, you loved the somewhat silly outfit on him of a gray sweatshirt he’s had since police academy, the lip of his boxers visible from above his jeans if he stretched his arms up (maybe bless your eyes and existence with the token appearance of his happy trail), and some semi-baggy jeans with his beat up shoes. He was a handsome man, and he seemed to know it. Yet, he still had enough a heart to be humble. Dinner was served quickly, everyone taking their seats at the table. Leon had praised you on your cooking skills with words (and a hand patting your thigh under the table. Hot.) The conversation was light-hearted, cheerful, but most of all, refreshing. The table had even gotten to the topic of firsts: obviously dancing over the first time any one of you had sex but you had a sneaky feeling your tipsy turning drunk husband would bring it up. "So, who was your first kiss, Leon?" You asked, taking a bite of the braised rib on your plate (that you worked your ass off on, might we add) while your head slowly turned over to meet his gaze. "Some girl in like...4th grade. She kissed me first. I don't even remember her name." You laugh, jokingly raising your hand to signal you were the same. "Anyone after that?" Leon shakes his head. "Just some college girls and Ada." The table falls silent, the sound of forks scraping against the plate and quiet chewing beginning to get on your nerves due to the fact nobody was speaking. "And after that?" Your husband chimes in and you realize you would rather just have the sounds of chewing and forks scraping than having him say something stupid. Leon shakes his head, assuming whatever your husband was trying to imply was a joke, but you knew better and you had a feeling he knew better as well. "Oh, come on, Leon. You're telling me you haven't at least kissed another woman after marrying Ada." He fights back an eye roll. You laugh. "Can't say I have." "No? Seriously. That's what makes relationship so healthy. Just a once in a while business trip where you're drowning in pussy." Your mouth dried. Blink and you'd miss it, Leon's cool facade cracks and shatters, a scowl overtaking his face. "Well. I'll have to think about that sometime." You look at him, noticing that he was threatening to say something. Something ballsy. Something that might, quite literally, have your soaked panties flung across the room. The look in your eyes was daring him to say it. The fucked part of you wanted to hear it.

"What if someone fucked your wife? Would it be any different?" And just like that, you're on fire. Of course you found it hot. Because his best friend, who is not supposed to have any romantic feelings towards his friend's wife mind you, was actually standing up for you. "The fuck you just say to me?" Leon gets up from his seat with a death glare that could kill any man but oh lord, you? You're fucking living for this. "You heard me. What if I fucked your wife? Would it be any different?" Your eyes widen, head snapping over to Leon. Oh, he wanted to fuck you? He wanted to fuck you? Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit! Within minutes, your husband tackles Leon and tries punching him but if you think he's winning this fight, you are sorely mistaken. Leon was a government agent and in seconds, he's on top of Ezra beating the lights out of him. After the shock (let's be honest here, giddiness) passes, you pull Leon off of your husband, mumbling to him to calm down. You were surprised when he had apologized and asked to take your husband to the emergency room.

Leon sat beside you in the emergency room, holding up an ice pack to his eye. You hated that out of all things to be concerned about right now, you were staring at his thick biceps and his veiny forearms like some cheap whore. The nurses who saw the both of you come in had looked at Leon first, so you were justified in staring. At least a little.

"How's the eye?" You asked, reaching over and pulling the ice pack back a little so you could see the damage. A few capillaries in his eye had burst open, making his eye look all bloody and gross. The beginnings of a dark bruise were beginning to form.

"Hurts. But nothing I haven't felt before." True, he was a government agent assigned to save the world over and over again: so this might be just a blip in his entire career. You nod, patting his arm and settling back into your seat beside him. Tonight hadn't been what you anticipated at all. You just wanted a cozy dinner with Leon and your husband to ease his loneliness. He was cooped up in his house and you knew he would neglect to feed himself. "I'm sorry." He murmured to you, referencing the least important elephant in the room. "About him...cheating on you. If it's any consolation, I'm sure he's not—" You interrupt him.

"He is. It's nothing I don't already know." He nodded, finally taking your hand in his own and running his calloused thumb across the soft and vastly explored top half of your hand. Your husband cheated on you. Something you had dreaded for so long when you first met him but now the fact was spoken into the air just felt like...relief. Like you didn't have to play the guessing game anymore. You weren't acting in a role of a dumb, clueless housewife bobbling around with her mouth and legs open if your husband so chose to have mercy on your needs and finally have mediocre sex with you. "And I also want to apologize for what I said. About fucking you. I wouldn't actually do that to you, yeah? I was just pissed he said that stuff to you." You both know it's bullshit. You both know he wants to fuck. You both know he sleeps with Ada wishing it was you. You pat his arm. "It's okay." A nurse arrives into the waiting room, clipboard totted on her side and a much too relieved poker face gracing her features. "Your husband is alright. We admitted him for a few days to monitor his status, make sure nothing odd pops up. Just needed a few stitches and painkillers so he should be fine." The both of you took that as a cue to take off for the night. Although Leon had been wondering if you'd even visit him in the hospital after the whole cheating confession thing, probably not. Getting up from your seats, Leon takes you by the hand and walks you out to your car. The night air was a soothing chill against your skin, the warmth of Leon's palm bursting through the layers of cold your body temperature had managed to build up. "If you ever decide to....y'know...divorce him. You can always stay with us for a bit while you get back on your feet." His hand rubbed up and down your arm, soothing you like you had lost something very special to you. Which you had: your husband. But that was long ago and the admission was a long time coming: the band-aid had been ripped off of your skin and the pain had subsided. "Thank you." You whisper. He nods. His eyes flicker down to your lips, hand moving from the side of your cold arm to your cheek. His thumb caresses your bottom lip and moving dangerously close to the inside of your mouth. In his eyes, they're zoned out, almost like he's reminiscing of Ada. But you're not Ada. You're you. And that's what has him writhing with lustful agony. But the problem was that there was still a woman he was betrothed to and as much as he hated it, he had a duty to be loyal to her. He hadn't ever broken that loyalty to her and he's not starting anytime soon. With a sigh, he pulls away from you. "I'll see you around, yeah?" He doesn't even let you respond before he awkwardly pats your arm and leaves you alone in the hospital parking lot, leaving you wanting for more. "...Bye." You mumble, getting into your own car to drive home. But on the ride home, Leon's left you wondering. Wondering what would happen if he had just thrown caution to the wind and kissed you. But he was right. You were both married. The most tragic thing of all being that it's not to each-other.

[sugarlywhispers]

Yk that lava girl fix you made? I thought about how she can cover herself in lava..what if rain and water hurt her?

During fighting a super evil villain with bakugou (they're married) he starts speeding out rain and it injured her badly turning parts of her skin that was touched into sort of obsidian?

✨️these are really good questions that made me think of them for a few days so i could imagine the actual answers~

This is mostly what I took as inspiration for Y/N in this drabble:

Her body elevates in temperature to the point were you can see the lava running through her body, and her hair becomes complete lava, long locks or stings of lava she can use as weapon to capture things or villains (if the villain is something like those monsters of metal–she is not that heartless to burn people alive, even if they are villains).

Because she is basivally lava, the general answer is yes, Y/N can't fight in her lava form when it's raining. It actually hurts when her body transforms into obsidian–which is hard rock. I imagine that she becomes really good at fighting in her normal-human body so when this type of weather comes, she actually doesn't need to use her lava–if it's not for forming some kind of refugee or it's actually useful to help other heroes and civilians. She just stays on the helping civilians and rescue team during that kind of weather.

But I also imagined the first time Bakugou saw Y/N become obsidian because a villain threw water at her. He almost lost it when he heard your painful scream as you suddenly became rock. Like a statue, figure laying on the floor, hugging yourself in fetal position because of the pain. And nothing but simple rock.

He saw red. He went on a rampage, vengeance mode, so ready to tear and break and kill, that Deku and Red Riot had to interfere.

The villain was sent to the hospital, with custody of course. And Dynamight... he fell to his knees by your side, tears streaming down his face, body trembling with adrenaline and pain. You have told him water was your weakness, but he had never imagined it to this point. He didn't know it could kill you. He could have been more conscious, more careful of what villains crossed your path. He could have done so many things. He could–

The rock that surrounds you starts to break, the sound making everyone at the scene gasp as it moves. Bakugou doesn't understand what's happening...until it finally breaks completely and you emerge, taking a deep, long breath, in your normal form.

He watches you with big, wet eyes, almost not believing what he's seeing, as you say, "Fuck! Well that fucking hurt..."

People around start to clap and laugh because you're so... you.

And Bakugou feels... like he can breathe again. Like all that pain he felt seconds ago just dissipates in the air like the smoke that came from the rock breaking and making you born again, like a Phoenix rebirth from its ashes, so beautiful and so majestic.

He looks down and sobs, which immediately alerts the rest of the heroes and they start to pull everybody away from the scene.

"Oh, baby, I'm okay..." your arms surround his neck and he instantly reacts, hugging you back and hidding his face in your chest and neck.

Least to say, that image, Dynamight kneeling on the ground crying, with his wife comforting him, were the talk of the month. And what actually gave him the stop of Number One Pro Hero on the list for almost six months, until Deku beat him again with some other bullshit he did. But at this point, no one is concerned about the spots on that list. Dynamight and Deku go up and down between the first and second place all the time.

That is, until Y/N finally gets her breakthrough and wins first place for almost 5 years in a row.

And Bakugou can't shup up about how awesome his wife is.

[spicyicetea]

My Forest Spirit

A legend of Zelda BOTW/TOTK Yandere x Reader. This is obviously cannon divergent. Fem!Y/N is short and Curvy in this, and is often described with long hair. This story will contain NSFW! scenes, violence and profanity. MDNI

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Chapter 2: Campfire cuddles

Link ran fast through the grass with the others chasing behind us. He had shifted me so he could carry me with both his arms, sheathing his sword on his back. With a grunt, he jumped down from a ledge and continued to jog.

“Link! Wait up!”

“You can't have her!” he yelled back.

I looked up at him in shock, not having heard his voice before. The woman he was shouting out said he only speaks around people he trusts. Does that mean that he thinks I'm his friend? Do I have friends? I could feel my ears flick up and down in excitement and I puffed my cheeks out trying to stop them. Link just poked one of my cheeks as he stopped behind a rock, panting.

“You should put me down, catch your breath!”

He just grunted and placed me down, still holding me close. The others ran past the rock he had hunkered behind as I pried myself from his arms. His eyes narrowed as he reached out to grab me again and I pushed his arm down with a smile.

“Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere! Get some rest, I'll go get your friends.”

His eyes widened as I stood up fully and stepped on top of the rock. I could hear him start to speak but stop himself as he looked up at me from where he had crouched down. My skirt of leaves gathered by the Koroks was slightly messed up from his grabbing so I re-adjusted them before jumping to grab their attention. The blonde woman ran over quickly and grabbed my hands.

“Are you ok? It's starting to get dark we should set up a camp before heading back to Hyrule Castle tomorrow. We can use this as an opportunity to get to know you better!”

She smiled at me and pulled me towards the others as they began to set up tents that they must have been carrying with them. Her grip on my hand was just as tight as Link’s as if she was scared id leave. Link grumbled under his breath as he set up a campfire. It wasn't long until they were done and sat around the campfire.

The women went around the fire introducing everyone. I could only smile to myself as everyone began talking. Friends, I have friends that look like me now. Zelda just showed me the strange device she had, showing me the “camera” on it. Eventually, everyone went silent as I fiddled with the device, looking through the various places captured within.

“So, Y/N, if it isn't rude to ask, what are you?” Daruk asked.

I raised a brow at his question before the fish woman beside him spoke up.

“We know that the Koroks said you were a forest spirit, but you look rather similar to Hylians, like Link and Zelda. We're just a tad confused about if you're a type of forest spirit or a Hylain raised by forest spirits.”

“Oh, it isn't rude don't worry. I'm... Not sure. I've never left the forest before now, Hestu usually told me stories of their travels but I've never left myself.”

“Oh, you poor thing! We must take you around Hyrule and show you how wonderful everything is!” Zelda exclaimed, hugging me tightly.

“Dont bother, Rito village will be so impressive she’ll never want to leave!” Revali spoke confidently.

I just smiled and laughed. Daruk soon began laughing as well.

“You say that but the hot springs have a great power! I never want to leave them when I go!” He laughed.

The others began laughing as well, and I felt Link’s hand grab one of my fingers. I looked over at him and he rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand. His eyes never left our stare until he faltered and glared at Zelda who was still hugging me. A strange feeling of dread settled in as the others grew silent and looked around. I was unsure what had alarmed them but I felt the wariness that sat heavy among the group. A strange red slip of paper landed on my lap and just stared at it, confused. It felt like someone was breathing against my neck.

“Hm, intresting, so the Princess has recruited another. I wonder what’s so special about her? What do you say, do we tell Astor?”

“She doesn’t appear to be a threat Master, but he will be angry if we don’t notify him.”

“True, let’s go.”

The slip of paper disappeared along with the voices. I looked around in shock as the others seemed to relax, had they not heard those voices?

“We should get some rest, goodnight!” Zelda said, crawling into her tent.

One by one they disappeared into their tents and I sat on the grass watching the stars. I didn’t wish to intrude on their sleep, that would be so rude. Link shuffled out of his tent and motioned for me to join him. I shook my head, his tent look so small, there would be no space between us. He just sighed and sat beside me, pulling my head to his chest while rubbing my back.

“Link? What are you-“

“Shh, sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

I went to speak again but something about his warm chest and scent lulled me to sleep faster than I had ever experienced before. It was like I was being hypnotised.

Oh, I wonder what those voices were aha ha... I made it so obvious I'm sorry-

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Don't take them from me!

Summary: While trying to help at a crime scene you were captured and accused of killing 15 people, Fury decided to take drastic action. Taking Venom from you! But don't worry it doesn't last long

Also Nat is mentioned briefly as a bad guy, I'm sorry but someone needed to be the bad guy

Warnings: A little bit of angst, not loads but enough and Fury being a dick

A/N: I know I promised I could teach you things pt 5 and its coming but this came to me at 2am so it obviously needed to be told

Words: 2,200

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God you felt sick, the bright lights of the secure jail threatened to rip your head apart, you tasted blood in the back of your throat and just wanted to throw up, how could this have gone so wrong? You tried help, that’s all you did! But of course they were allowed to get away with it while you and Venom were ripped apart, literally

“Fury you can’t do this! It’ll kill the both of them!” Wanda’s voice was barley heard in your mind as if she was far away and not being held back by security while you were strapped to a chair in the lab with high sound frequencies piercing your whole body ripping the symbiote from you, they tried their best to hold onto you but the pain was too much for both of you, eventually the room went quiet and you could think again

“Venom?” Nothing

“Venom?!” You tried again struggling against the restraints needing to see where Venom was

“Fury! What the fuck have you done?! Where’s Venom?!”

“Y/n I’m going to need you to relax, we have the symbiote in a container see”

You looked to your left where he was stood and saw the cylinder holding Venom, just some black gooey liquid trying to escape “give them back!” You shouted but the man shook his head

“Can’t do that Y/n, you and that alien killed 15 innocent people on live television, it needs to be studied and dealt with while you await trial” some man appeared and placed the container in a secure briefcase taking it out of the room

“Let Wanda go men, she can comfort Y/n before she gets put in jail” you watched a group of guards drop your witch to the ground, she quickly stood and entered the chamber with you undoing your restraints and pulling you into a hug off of the chair

“Detka! I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you in time”

"I didn't kill them Wanda, I didn't hurt anyone innocent and neither did Venom, it wasn't us please believe me"

"Shh baby it's okay I believe you I believe you"

You both stayed there in a huddle you crying yourself to sleep in Wanda's hold, the thought of never seeing your symbiote hurt you more than you thought it would.

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“Y/n”

With your thoughts interrupted you looked up to see Natasha stood on the other side of the glass looking solemn and you laughed “here she is, the one who turned me in for a crime I didn’t fucking do! How do you feel Nat? Good? Happy that you no longer have to deal with a alien beating you in every capacity? How could you? Wait I know! You want Wanda” you smirked standing up and ignoring the headache to stride over to the glass

“You want Wanda and you wanted the credit for capturing a “dangerous criminal” like me when you know full well I didn’t kill any innocent civilians” even without Venom your voice was low and deadly sounding, in all this time Nat hadn’t said a word and it pissed you off

You smacked the glass beside her making her blink, her ability to appear stoic when she was actually scared was annoying “Venom was taking over you, they needed to be removed before we lost you all together” her voice was steady and you scoffed

“We’re bonded Nat of course we’re going to act different, I wasn’t becoming dangerous, I was powerful, I felt like I could do anything with them in me, and you had to take it all away!”

“Y/n?” You looked behind Nat to see Wanda and your face softened into a smile “baby” you moved to the side watching her become face to face with you “want to help me out? I bet if you blasted the glass I’d be out of here in no time" you laughed but Wanda didn't laugh instead she looked to Nat who took the hint and left you two alone

"Honey do you remember when I found the Darkhold?" You groaned falling to the ground knowing where this was going "Wanda please I don't need to hear you going on about being a powerful witch then being pulled down a few pegs because you were too powerful or however it goes"

Wanda knelt down to you and tried again but it just annoyed you more banging on the glass again "I just need Venom back! They need me and I need them!"

You closed your eyes calming yourself down knowing it wasn't Wanda's fault "I'm sorry" you whispered not hearing the door open and suddenly being enveloped into a tight hug like the one in the lab "I'm sorry" you kept repeating letting tears fall from your eyes

"Shh baby it's okay I know I know you're sorry" Wanda reassured you rubbing your back "I need them back Wands I'm scared"

"Princess I promise I'll try to get them back but if I can't it went be the end of the world"

You sighed "I'll burn this place to the ground to get them back Wanda, no other choice"

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"I need my host back! You cannot keep me in this terrible meat sack of a body! it is puny and smells funny!"

The body was thrown around the room and Venom left them standing tall in front of director Fury

"I knew you didn't like me Mister director but I feel like this is cruel and unusual" they growled out

"I don't like aliens that take advantage of a young woman to try and take over the world"

Venom groaned "if I wanted to destroy the world I would've done so already, I was happy with Y/n and we were going to propose to Wanda very soon, I had a party planned and we would eat chocolate and chicken and when Wanda said yes we would sleep with her because that is what humans do as a celebration when something good happens"

Fury rolled his eyes "that all sounds great and not believable at all, so now you'll stay right here until we figure out how to deal with you"

"You cannot kill what is already dead inside!"

The room went silent and Venom thought about it "it seems I have acquired Y/n's sense of humour, but it still stands that you cannot kill me!"

"Oh we don't plan to kill you, more like study you and find out what makes you tick, we just need to find you a host-

"I have an idea!" Fury rolled his eyes knowing where this was going

"Give me back to Y/n and I'm sure you can study us together!"

Fury left without interacting with Venom again

"Can I at least have some chocolate?! I'm starving!"

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"How are you feeling kid?" Tony was the next one to visit you in jail and he brought you some doughnuts, food was always his go to when something bad happened

"Feeling like shit Tony, everything I eat tastes like shit and I'm struggling to keep water down"

He huffed opening the box of 12 doughnuts "sooo you don't want a chocolate doughnut? It's your favourite"

You sighed knowing you probably wouldn't keep the food down but god the doughnut did look delicious "go on then give me the poisonous food"

He gave you his annoying smile and passed the sweet treat through the door and watched you eat it hesitantly "I hope this doesn't put me off doughnuts forever"

The two of you ate in silence and while you did manage to keep the food down you couldn't manage another one "thanks Tony" you said quietly and instead of being annoying like usual he just replied with "it's okay kid, we'll figure this out"

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"Venom? Venom are you in the room or a container?" Wanda was quiet sneaking into the lab after distracting the guards with her magic, it wouldn't last too long though so she needed to be quick

"Wanda! You have come to save me! They wouldn't give me chocolate!"

Wanda went bright red trying to quiet down the alien "shh Venom shhh come on just stop you'll get us caught!" She tried whispering but had to raise her voice when they wouldn't stop

"Venom! Shut the fuck up!" She finally exploded and Venom finally stopped widening their white eyes "you are a scary redheaded woman Wanda"

"Just stop talking and get in me"

The rom was silent for a few moments when Wanda realised what she said and Venom was trying to understand why she was silent until they realised "you made a sexual innuendo didn't you?"

She gave a nervous laugh and rephrased what she said "just take over my body so I can take you back to Y/n"

"Yeah! I've missed my human!" Venom absorbed themselves into her body and Wanda wanted to be sick, how did Y/n deal with this?

"You have a comfortable rib cage Wanda and a full mind, it is very strange"

Wanda ignored the comments and exited the lab quickly going back to your jail "just stay in there and don't make a sound okay, we'll be there soon"

The symbiote was practically vibrating with excitement at seeing you again, it'd been nearly a day but that was way too long in their mind

Finally reaching the jail Venom couldn't help it leaving Wanda's body and sticking to the glass near where you lay "Y/n?! I have returned to you! Wake up!"

When you didn't wake up Wanda got concerned opening the door "Y/n?!"

Venom appeared again before you and hovered over your body "she is cold, I think she is dying"

Wanda was shocked "dying?! Why?!"

"We have been together for so long that our DNA was bonded but when they tore us apart it became harmful"

"Well go back in then! She can't die!"

Venom wasted no time in entering your body trying to wake you up, eventually you jolted and Wanda was there to hold you "Wanda? Did I pass out?"

Wanda was close to tears giving you a nod "you have them back"

Your eyes widened "what?"

She nodded and you gasped "Venom?"

"I have returned Y/n! We can continue to be annoying and propose to Wanda like we planned! No time like the present!"

You let out a laugh that soon turned to tears, god you were so happy they were back, and they were right about Wanda, definitely no time like the present

"Wanda I ha-we have a question" you managed to pull yourself up into a sitting position holding onto Wanda's hand "it's been a crazy 24 hours but whatever happens we need to ask you something important"

"Wanda couldn't say anything, you were near enough dying 5 minutes ago and now you were here sweating about a question"Wanda couldn't say anything, you were near enough dying 5 minutes ago and now you were here sweating about a question

"Wilyoummarryme?"

Wanda chuckled "say it again slowly babe"

You took a deep breath feeling Venom's tendrils appear holding a small box "will you marry me?" Venom took their cue to open the small box revealing a diamond ring making Wanda gasp and pull away from you

"Wanda? Are you okay?" You were nervous now, even Venom was slightly scared, maybe it was too soon after your near death experience, god you were really regretting it now

"Are we doing it wrong?" You were about to answer but Wanda pulled you close into a kiss "is that a yes?" you asked when she let you go "absolutely sweetheart!" She kissed you one more time accepting the ring that Venom gave you "it's beautiful" she admired it for a few moments

"How did you afford this?"

You groaned "Wanda can't we just enjoy our time together without you asking sil-

"You stole it didn't you?"

Venom decided to help you here, well help wasn't the right word "Wanda I took it from a person who no longer lives among the living"

Yeah no that was definitely not better but Wanda chose to ignore it "it doesn't matter, I love you so much!" you both embraced again feeling Venom wrap their tendrils around you both too "I want to be involved in this hug too"

The moment was cut short when the door slammed open, soldiers pilling in and Fury storming through "what the hell do you three think you're doing?! Sneaking into the lab and stealing the alien Wanda really?!"

Venom didn't let the soldiers get near you and Wanda instead wrapping more of their tendrils around you forming a close shield

"I have a small cabin we can go to, just say you want to" Wanda whispered to you and you nodded "get us the hell out of here fiancé"

"That's the sexiest thing you've ever said to me"

[reo-kisser]

MARRIED LIFE

reo, nagi, chigiri

gn!reader, fluff, hcs

"my love" used once in reo's part. soccer used instead of football.

MIKAGE REO

Life with Reo is oddly peaceful and chaotic all together. There's so much going on, but somehow, there's always some down time for you to spend together- he makes sure of it. While the eyes of the public will never, ever, go away completely, he does all in his power to control where they look (for your safety and comfort, which is also partly his).

Reo is quite the fan of hugs from behind. Even better if you don't notice beforehand, his arms come around your waist as his head rests upon your shoulder. Whenever he sees you, a smile rests upon his expression. Every moment he was away, he missed you, and being able to see you again is his freeing of the cruelties of life. He never fails to give you a kiss, no matter whether it's been 2 minutes or 2 weeks. Just being able to feel you, to have you in his arms (or, perhaps, he in yours) was the antidote to fatigue.

Even though Reo runs towards his dreams, goal in front of him and his eyes locked onto it, he's learned how to take a step back and enjoy a moment of rest- especially with you. As much as he's involved in work, he always tries to put you first, when he's on vacation with you. There will always be calls and emails and unexpected emergencies, but as much as he can, he's there with you. After all, he set away this time for you, not for everyone else who "needs" him.

Let your dreams run wild. If he can, he'll grant it. After all, his motto is "Get everything you want"- and he'll get it for you. You, whom he found meaning in life in, will receive everything you wish for. (If you want it easily, he'll give it to you. If you want it from your own power, he'll let you have that too. After all, he knows all too well the emptiness of no ambition.)

Reo is always a bit "too much"- endearingly so. His words are always just a little bit flowery, a little bit teasing- but it's easy to know he's earnest about it. Whether he calls you, texts you, or is right there by you, it's second nature to him to be full of love for you. He does a lot, but it's because it feels right to him- and it didn't ever take long for him to find what felt right for you too. After all, what's right for you is right for him too.

It is always at the end of the day that Reo is able to finally relax, to move from the constantly moving world into a time of bliss, accompanied by you. This is the time of day he gets to nuzzle his face into your neck, hold you tight, giggle as he whispers a hundred different ways to say "I love you".

You first, always. The first scene that reaches his eyes in a day is you, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Reo is always, always content to be able to feel your breath tickle his skin, as his thumb rubs circles on your cheek. He hopes he doesn't wake you up, but he just can't help it. He feels nothing but love, admiration- and if you're partial to teasing him, now would be the best time.

If possible, he'd love to be next to you when your eyes open to see the world too. He often places a kiss on your forehead, and your ears catch a "Good morning, my love."- whispered, fully for you. At this time, he still feels dreamy, floating on clouds. He giggles from happiness, and he doesn't want to get up. Not yet. The goals won't go anywhere. Nor will you, but he simply just wants to bask in the moment.

Reo adapts quickly. He's aware, he's observant. He knows that the eyes of the public are everywhere, and at this point, he's almost drowned them out- but if you want, he'll keep his ear out, he'll cover you. You're his and his only, and as much as he wants to brag about his wonderful lover, the only who has captured his heart so, your safety and comfort is always at the top of his priorities. No matter what, he wants to bring you happiness, and he'll go through any efforts to do so.

Sometimes, Ba-ya comes over. Now, she knows little Reo has grown into big boy Reo with stable income, independent life, and a wonderful lover, but sometimes, she'll come over to visit, fix up a few things here and there and make something he likes. She enjoys your company too, and even though Reo asks her to leave most of the time, so he can spend that time with you, but he's always grateful that she's fond of you too.

Just because you're married, it doesn't stop him from taking you out on dates. The ring doesn't mean "I'll stop dating you", it means "I'll be together with you forever." Dates on a whim, dates planned, dates you knew were coming, dates you had no idea about. If life was about passion, spending time with you was a big part of it- and that won't ever change.

Sometimes, both you and he didn't know you were going on a date. Sometimes, dates just happen like that, on a whim- not that was ever a bad thing. It isn't always fancy either- maybe he takes you on a stroll through town and you discover things you've never seen before. Maybe something catches your eyes and you decide, on the spot, "let's go there." His hand is always intertwined with yours, as to never lose sight of you.

Reo loves going above and beyond. After all, he dreams big, and he gets what he wants. (Reminder: what you want, he also wants!) If you want, he'll bring you to the fanciest places- Michelin star restaurants, exclusive sights, seven star hotels. He'll plan it perfectly, and the outcome will be perfect. There is nothing he won't do for his beloved.

There isn't a year that Reo doesn't celebrate your anniversary. How could he forget the day you were wed to him? He always is able to take the day off from work to bring you somewhere nice, and every year is nothing short of magical. In fact, if the two of you have time, he'll take a week off and bring you somewhere on vacation, an unforgettable experience.

SEISHIRO NAGI

If there's one way to describe life with Nagi, it would be comfort. There's one truth in life, and that was that Nagi is, and will forever be, in love with you. That is the one, undisputable fact of the universe. Nagi finds comfort in knowing that you love him too, and that's enough for him- of course, there are things he wants, but he's okay just knowing that you're in love with him too.

Nagi never wants to get out of bed- especially in the mornings. Even if he has soccer to practice, it doesn't hurt to stay in a little bit longer, right? He clings to you, just a little. He doesn't want to move; to him, time's almost stopped, as it's not a time of reality but rather a time of bliss for him.

Somehow, you've found yourself with an increasing amount of plants in the house. First, choki was already there. Then, there was another. And another. And until the windows were filled with plants, it was hard to notice just how quickly the plants seemed to multiply. Just one more, that one would be cute, let get that one- they added up, not that Nagi ever minded. It was somewhat like a family- maybe you and Nagi had become plant parents.

Nagi could be with you forever. And that's why he made that promise, but there's rarely ever a moment he doesn't want to be with you. Even if he's playing soccer, he's just as happy just being with you, no matter what he's doing with you.

Even if practice is intense, Nagi always makes sure to come home on time. There are priorities, and while soccer is important, being at home with you is more important. He needs his daily dose of you, and whenever asked, his answer would be, "I can't play soccer unless I go home tonight."

On break days, he's home all day. His mere existence is a constant reminder of "hey, I'm here". His hands might be playing games, but his head rests on you, snuggled against your body. He needs you, he needs to feel you. He feels his ego when he plays soccer, but with you, he feels at peace.

Nagi isn't one to go all out and extra, but on important days, (like your anniverary) he'll do anything you want to do. He always takes the day off, no matter what. (His motivation magically disappears, oddly. He has one priority on those days, and that's spending time with you)

In terms of house chores, Nagi doesn't mind doing it, but he isn't insistent on doing it either. He's rather familiar, especially because he's lived alone for a long time. He'll do whatever you don't want to do, so you have full reigns. Though, if he finds that you're doing too much, he won't think twice before doing some of that himself.

Despite him not having said much at all about being married to you, everyone, even people he had recently met, know he's married to you. Not just because he was famous (and by extention, so were you) but also because no one can deny the absolute affection he shows. It was simply so clear that he was in love with you, not just from his eyes but also the way he sought to simply be by your side.

In the moments that you're alone with him, Nagi always buries his head into your shoulder. It's almost like his resting place, with his arms around you and mumbles escape his lips. His eyes close too, but he doesn't always fall asleep- that wasn't the plan. After all, in what other position could he so easily reach your lips- your cheek and neck too, even your hands?

CHIGIRI HYOMA

It's oddly stable- living with, married to Chigiri Hyoma. Even if he could run the fastest, he kept pace with you, always- your hand intertwined with his. After all, he'd stay wherever you go. It was the sense of consistency, a constant peace that was surprisingly difficult to break.

It was assuringly routine - get up, get ready, eat breakfast, go to work, come home, eat dinner, relax, and fall asleep. Although quite standard, and for some, mundane, it was also special. After all, Hyoma was there, too. There was nothing like hearing his voice at any time of day, intertwining your hand with his, sharing a quick kiss- there was nothing at all comparable to that.

Hyoma has a habit of kissing your wedding ring. It's especially often when he won't see you for a bit, but there really is never a day where there isn't at least one kiss. It's always as calm as ever, but if you look closely, you can see the smile on his lips. His lips are soft- they always are- and it's so easy to feel it as his lips brush your fingers.

You can always sit by him while he does his hair care routine. He'll save a spot for you, scoot over a little when you come to sit. He didn't mind at all; actually, he'd been waiting for you. Even if you simply sit there with him, doing your own thing, or talk to him about anything, he enjoys this time with you, no matter how you spend it with him. It's less lonely; from a time of being alone, which isn't a bad thing in itself, it's more often that he finds himself comforted by the fact that you're there with him. Just that makes it better.

He always lets you know when he's going out of the house. It's like a greeting, always a little "I'm going out to practice" or "I have to get to work", and if possible, he'll leave a little kiss on your forehead and a little smile, especially when you give him a little kiss back. He'll be thinking about you all day, until he can see you again.

Nightly routines are commonplace with Hyoma. He has his self care routine to make sure he's in top shape to play soccer, and he loves doing that together with you- even if yours isn't the same as his. It adds another element to his routine, that it's not just a thing for himself but also time to spend with you.

[vemuabhi]

Hello!! Do you mind doing Sanji with love language of quality time please? Have a lovely lovely day/night!!

(btw, I absolutely adore your blog, and I agree with so many things you’ve said about Sanji!!! Seriously I adore the way you think about Sanji <3 and actually, I’ve been holding this in since I first watched OP and I came across your post about your fav Sanji scenes, just never had the courage to tell you, not to mention I didn’t have tumblr account back then, but: I couldn’t have agreed more with you when you mentioned your feelings about Sanji and Pudding’s kiss. The only difference being that I knew I was already genuinely in love with him, so I felt it hit me quite strongly. And then I started making up all kinds of unrequited love angst scenarios in my head with him, where reader’s are unrequited. Though, I’m genuinely shocked by how similarly we think and simp for the man. I thought I was a crazy idiot until I saw your post. So thank you for sharing all your thoughts :))

Always a Priority

Hey love,

I am so so happy that you have read my favourite Sanji scenes work before and agree with that. I hope you have also read my fav Sanji outfits hehe. And yes, Sanji is someone who has captured my heat from a long while and I haven’t left him since. I am… a bit similar to Sanji when it comes to love. I adapt and make sure that my lover stays happy when they are with me. I… I haven’t been given a proper chance to make someone fall in love. It sucks that It’s always been me who falls in love fast, harder and deeper. So, maybe at some point I realised how Sanji would love his S/O and wondered how beautiful their life would be with him. He is Fictional. I know. I am aware of that. But, when real life just hurts continuously, I found a bit of relief in these fanfics. Getting way too personal here, aren’t I? Hehe, I hope you continue to read and enjoy my writings. Thanks for being here.

This is one of my pieces for the mini event. Please enjoy and let me know what you think about this. Please forgive any mistake, it isn't proofread.

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Prompt taken from here.

Quality Time

After a long shift of work, you noticed him on his bike outside your work, waiting to pick you up. Even though he was tired, he was everyday waiting for you. As if it was a medicine, your fatigue was gone after seeing him.

As it has been only 3 months since you have been going out, so this was the only time of day you both could meet. Sure, you both went on dates on the weekends but, he wanted to see you everyday just like you did. You sat behind him and hugged him, that was the only thing he wanted from you. Just to feel you beside him. Comfortable. Is how he wanted to make you feel.

You were grateful for him being there to take you home. Especially during the times when you told him to go home as it was getting late. Which was more of the reason he stayed to drop you. The smooth ride with him was all you wanted. Valued. It was what you felt with Sanji.

Before you met Sanji, he would go straight home after a long shift to just crash for the day, sometimes dropping his female colleagues or friends. Too tired to even eat after the day. While you would also go home. Thinking about your life choices. The mistakes you made.

Now, it was different. You both had something to look forward to everyday. Meeting each other even though the time you meet was less, it was all you needed to boost up your oxytocin levels. Everyday, after he dropped you, you made sure that make him eat with you at your house. Then he could go and crash at his place. If you let him go, he would be too tired to make himself something and would not eat. Well, he wouldn’t say no to you, especially since all you wanted was to him to be healthy. Not only he dropped you, he would always eat if he was with you. Always a Priority. For each other.

While he ate with you, he would never look at his phone. Unless if it was urgent call. You were so shocked at how you were being treated by this man before you. Your house was small, but it never felt so warm, like a home until he arrived. You were desperate for love and now, he pulled you out of it. Providing you with the love you never received.

Sanji on the other hand felt his home to be where you were. 3 months. How was his life before he met you, he didn’t want to experience it again. Longing for someone to love him, like he does. He would love to move in with you but, it would be too soon.

You noticed that Sanji was far more patient than you were. He would think a lot. You don’t even know how many times you were impressed by how calm he behaves in the most hectic situations. While Sanji loved how you don’t filter your words with him. Always honest. Straight to point. No mind games. No need to worry, because you’d say what you felt. Making it very easy to understand you.

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Hot Take! Nine’s Redemption Arc Was Rushed

I’m usually positive on this blog, but I believe it’s important to have a balance. This’ll be my longest post yet, so buckle your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.

Quick Positive Points

I like the idea of an antagonistic Tails. Nine’s amazingly voiced by a VA I recognize. His design is awesome. His attitude and sarcasm can be entertaining. Nine saving Sonic’s skin when dealing with the Chaos Council was nice. The scene with Nine and Mr.Doctor Eggman talking about Sonic is one of my favorite moments. The thought of creating robots who look like the other characters as if Nine still wanted friends was neat. (even if he tried to kill with them) And despite my grievances, I thought Nine’s hug with Sonic at the end was adorable. The animation is what helped with that.

Introduction

While I do like Nine, I’m going to talk about my glaring issues with his character development. I can see both sides of the argument, but let me tell you why there’s more proof of Nine not being well written. I will implore you to think for yourselves regardless of what I have to say. We all have our opinions and I’m only here to share mine.

Nine’s Characterization

This is how the fox carry himself throughout the show and why most of it isn’t written well. I’ll state my issues with Sonic in certain moments too.

Season One

Nine’s reasonably defensive at first when Sonic came to his home out of nowhere. He became annoyed by Sonic’s immaturity yet concerned for him once they’re captured. After they meet the Rebels, his sassiness begins to show. Replying “You’re welcome,” after saving Sonic by taking control of Rusty. Having a direct and harsh tone when advising others to take the Chaos Council’s shard. And not seeming to care about the rest of the group who gets trapped with Mr. Doctor Eggman.

Nine: “Sonic we have to get to the core!” “You heard her come on!” This I understand because Nine doesn’t know them, so they don’t really matter to him. But then Nine dismisses Sonic’s feelings even after he asked “are you okay?” Because he noticed the hedgehog was a little off.

-Because Sonic started remembering the events that happened to him before he broke the Paradox Prism.

After Sonic realized the prism shattering was his fault Nine says, “Snap back to reality! Grab that shard and we’ll sort the rest out later!” Then when Sonic stated the original Tails told him not to touch it Nine states, “Well, I’m telling you the opposite! Now grab it and let’s go!” Not realizing if Sonic is the reason for the prism being small, his original variant might’ve known touching it was a bad idea. I also can’t forget about these lines.

Sonic: “If there’s anyone who’s got the brains to put it all back together, it’s you.” Nine: “That’s the first thing you’ve said that I agree with.” Nice ego for a person who ends up getting Sonic sucked up by the prism after being warned. Back to what I was saying before, Nine seems to only care about stealing the shard away from the Eggmen here. Which is proven later on in season one. His care for Sonic has progressed, but Sonic learns from the Rebels that Nine abandoned them. And it’s never addressed by Sonic.

-Sonic also insist Nine’s “not a traitor” without any proof. Sonic hasn’t known Nine that long. The last time Sonic saw the fox, he ended up getting the hedgehog sucked into another shatterspace. Unless Sonic’s talking about Nine working with the group. But I’d argue it was more for Sonic and his own sake. Especially since Nine left the Rebels and Rusty at the drop of a hat.

When Nine comes to help Sonic, he shows off the Grim and discuss how it’s “Their bright new future.” Wanting to live in the Grim with Sonic. Even after the last time he saw Sonic, Nine knew how distraught Sonic felt about losing his home. Again, Sonic stated he believed Nine could put the prism back together. Meaning his original friends and world would come back. But Nine immediately assumes Sonic would be happy living with him for the rest of his life. Which is sweet on paper but very messed up in execution. I’ll get into why later. To be fair, Nine’s never had a friend before and was bullied for most of his life. His social skills aren’t the best and he isn’t use to caring about others. But even if Nine didn’t understand empathy, he has no reason to believe Sonic would forget about his home just because Nine didn’t care about his.

Nine: “That city hasn’t brought me anything but misery. I owe it nothing.” He hasn’t been around Sonic for long either, but Sonic’s demonstrated his loyalty before. By worrying about the Rebels instead of the shard while Nine did vise versa. Anyways, Sonic explains he needs to save the Rebels. Nine being Nine didn’t care about them, but came to help anyways because he “cared about Sonic.” I’d say Nine only helped because he thought Sonic would join him after getting the other shards, but that’s my opinion.

Nine: “With enough fortifications and enough shard energy, this could be home.” Because of this line, I believe he already knew about the other shards before Sonic. Which is also why he knew what Sonic was doing in season two. He also says, “When this is over, I’m going home and never looking back. Whether I go it alone is entirely up to you.” Still assuming things.

-Sonic doesn’t give Nine an answer for some reason. Only responding with “I knew you’d come back, buddy.” Projecting how he’d expect Tails to act. Which becomes a serious problem later.

Season Two

Throughout this season, Nine helped Sonic collect the shards. Which was a bonus to keep developing the Grim.

-Sonic and the Rebels have another debate on trusting Nine. At least this time when Sonic says “He saved you,” it’s true. Nine took down the Doctors before Sonic and co got killed. I’d still argue it was for Sonic, but Nine still saved their lives despite his intentions.

I’ll also admit when Mr.Doc used Nine, it was reasonable for him to feel as if he had no choice. He even apologizes to Sonic. We even learn how Nine first fount the Grim and see him make a hammock for Sonic. But the positives goes down hill once we get into the shard chase between Nine, Sonic, and the villains. Once away from the Docs Sonic stated, “Oh, things are finally coming together. We’ve got the shards! We can finally fix everything!” He’s still obviously talking about Green Hill and his friends. But Nine doesn’t notice this. Instead he says, “It’s going to be perfect.” Very specific you two. Nine seems to suddenly believe Sonic changed his mind and Sonic still thinks Nine and Tails are one and the same.

Dude even calls the fox “Tails Nine,” while introducing him to another character. What are the odds? Later on Nine says, “If you like surprises, wait until you see what I’ve got going on in the Grim.” Sonic responds with, “Grim? Cool. Can’t wait to here more. But right now, we’ve gotta get to Ghost Hill.” Talking as if if the Grim was an afterthought. Then the two talk about bringing the prism back together without knowing what the other’s thoughts were behind it.

Even if they didn’t have time to discuss things, I think they should’ve explained something to each other during the chase or before Sonic left to help the Rebels in S1. That way the unfortunate occurrence could’ve been avoided later on, but we’ll cross that bridge soon enough. Anyways, after the goose chase, they meet up with Shadow, who reasonably doesn’t trust Nine.

-The Blue blur defended the fox again with his projecting his friends onto strangers self. It’s also weird how often this dude doesn’t listen to anyone while also wondering why no one won’t listen to him.

After Nine put one of the shards back together and it brought everything back for a split second. Sonic: “Reality was flipping out over here.” “Green Hill was back and so were my friends.” Which must’ve went in and out of Nine’s ears because this show has no time for the characters to communicate properly. Instead of listening, Nine interrupts the hedgehog and shenanigans ensues.

After said shenanigans, another argument scene happens. Except somehow, it’s worsts then the last. I’ll criticize both characters. I want to address the “Sonic projecting” discussion first. I know people think Sonic’s wrong for doing it (he is) but I believe he’s doing it as a coping mechanism. Since his friends are replaced by ghost who repeat themselves and a bunch strangers who look like them, he might not be able to help it. I give him a bit of slack because we all know what he’s been through. Prime!Sonic is also a very sincere version of Sonic who instantly feels guilt. Even if he doesn’t completely understand what he did wrong.

For example, in the first episode, Tails didn’t tell Sonic why he was upset with him. He just said, “It’s cool really.” Tails brushes things off instead of discussing them. I can see where Sonic is coming from. What I won’t excuse is Sonic having a terrible amount of trust in Nine. I’ll discuss this in S3’s issues. And the rest I’ll summon up to Sonic never addressing problems which might’ve needed to be addressed. Like Green Hill almost coming back and other stuff I’ve already mentioned. Onto the fox. This argument might be a great time for Nine to explain what his plans are instead of saying, “We’re not making your old world. We’re building a better one.” Implying Sonic’s original world is inferior and he should deal with it being gone.

When Sonic says, “I think we can get it back.” Nine responds with, “You’re wrong about that.” Despite Sonic in the same episode said minutes before, “Green Hill was back and so were my friends.” Did the fox forget? Is he lying? Or does he not care? I’ll go with the writers forgetting about this line since it never gets mentioned again. Which seems to be a trope in this show. I understand Sonic’s done plenty of wrong when it comes to Nine as well, but I don’t see how Sonic wanting to fix the problem he made in the first place as selfish. Especially since Sonic’s not the only one who wants Green Hill back. Shadow’s dealing with the consequences too.

The “what’ll happen to me when you bring your friends back,” issue is never explored. There’s no confirmation on what happens, so this comment basically means nothing. Also, Sonic living with Nine forever is messed up. It implies Sonic and Shadow never going home. And their friends would stay ghost forever. Dead to be specific. Not to mention Nine’s home would be a copy of what Sonic use to have. You’re telling me Sonic The Hedgehog would allow his freedom to end because of a self centered fox who wouldn’t care if he wanted to go home? I could continue, but I’ll stop here. In the end, Sonic and Nine were both wrong. You could argue Sonic never said “no” to staying with Nine, but Sonic saying in S1,”It’s not going anywhere,” was all Nine needed to hear. Sonic thinking Nine would love Tails and discussing Green Hill was prominent when talking to Nine before getting to Ghost Hill too. Dude was completely set on getting home and he wasn’t subtle about it.

To be fair again, Nine hasn’t been in enough good relationships to know who to trust Then finds someone he thinks he can trust. Then gets treated like a reflection of someone else instead of a different person entirely. This goes to show I actually don’t hate the idea of the miscommunication. I only feel the show doesn’t give them enough time to breathe and only focuses on rushing the plot. Therefore having contradictions and forced conflicts.

Season 3

Nine’s first statement in this season is, “This could’ve been everything he ever wanted.” I wish Sonic had a moment to explain why creating a new world is a nice but bad idea. That way Nine could get a better understanding of how close Sonic is to his home and friends. Giving it a sense of importance.He could choose to stay selfish or to be reasonable.Nine tries to capture Sonic in order to get his shard energy throughout S3. In the next scene Shadow says, “So, it was all about power?” (Shadow is the MVP of this entire show) Then Sonic defends Nine for the millionth time.

Sonic: “No, that’s not…” Nine: “Exactly!” Wonderful.

Moving on. Sonic tries to reason with Nine again. Nine: “You were only using me to get what you wanted.” Sonic: “That’s not true.” The hedgehog doesn’t elaborate before or after this conversation. I love how the two barely have a coherent conversation. It’s honestly my favorite thing in the world.

-Sonic tells Shadow if reasoning with Nine doesn’t work, he’ll be “their’s.” Probably implying they’ll have to hurt or kill Nine if necessary. Then Sonic never fallows through with it and doesn’t actually fight Nine. Sonic only uses his shield powers or tries to convince others not to hurt the fox.

After that Nine tries to attack both hedgehogs with a robot copy of Sonic and states, “This time, you’re on your own.” Shadow: “He’s not on his own” Nine: “We’re all on our own.” Describing his perception on loyalty is a detail I actually like.

Later in the season Nine tries to disrupt the bystanders worlds to get Sonic, so they disrupt their agreement. Nine attempts to kill them again and wonders why they wanted to protect Sonic. Almost as if Sonic has been helping them since the fox met him or something.

After constant fighting and begging on Sonic’s part, he tells Nine to, “LOOK OUTSIDE!” And that’s when Nine at last sees the shatterverse breaking and realizes what he’s done. All of this mess lasted 7 episodes by the way. The big fight took up 6 of them. Nine knew beforehand the shatterverse was ending and it didn’t phase him as long as his world was safe. Now he suddenly he feels guilty?

Sonic apologizes because he didn’t listen to what Nine wanted. Or appreciate what he was trying to do. This is Sonic’s words not mine. Nine doesn’t apologize for trying to kill everyone, but to Sonic instead. Sonic asked everyone to leave Nine alone. And asked Nine to not cause anymore trouble. Knucks: “How can we trust him?” Nine: “You can trust me.” Outstanding dialogue. Plot needs to occur, so we’ll skip the part where Nine and everyone else gains trust in a none forced way. Great.

Nine finally helps Sonic even if those problems could’ve been avoided a few episodes earlier and say their goodbyes. The End.

I hate how Sonic had to apologize to Nine about wanting to go home. It’s absolutely unfair. Then Nine doesn’t apologize to everyone else for the havoc he’s caused. What I believe Sonic should’ve apologized for was treating Nine like Tails, but it never gets brought up. But my biggest issue is the only way Sonic called out Nine on his actions was by saying, “This isn’t you!” “Don’t do this!” “ “I care about all of this. You, the shatterverse, and everyone inside of it. I know you do to.” The last bit being a huge lie.

I don’t make these kind of comparisons often, but Game!Sonic would have everything nipped in the bud. I’d assume by telling Nine, “What you’re doing is wrong. This is why it’s wrong. If you don’t quit, I’ll do everything in my power to make you quit.” He’d understand Nine needed to be stoped and act accordingly. I’d assume everyone would have to make him surrender and he’d be force to fix everything. No, it doesn’t reform him, but I wouldn’t have minded if he didn’t get reformed because sometimes you can’t change people. This might not have been the perfect solution, but I tried. Yes, Nine is a child who was treated terribly, but it shouldn’t excuse his actions.

What’s hilarious is during his last talk with Sonic, he unreasonably guilts the hedgehog and called him selfish. Saying Sonic didn’t save everyone because he actually cared about them. But because Sonic feels guilty about breaking everything from the start. Except Sonic actually admits to messing up which was shown in the third episode of Prime. And took the time to right his wrongs. It’s the most hypocritical and short sided statement in the entire show. And if that wasn’t enough, Nine gets upset when everyone came to attack him. It admittedly was a dumb idea, but Nine made himself the enemy. He didn’t give the gang a reason to trust him before or after his deal with Sonic. Yes, including the end of the show. It made no sense.

Why Nine’s Reformation Was Rushed

First of all, I’m not saying I don’t like Nine because of his negative traits. That’s the main reason he exists. He’s a antagonistic or I’d even say evil version of Tails. Nine is suppose to be distant, selfish, and such. I simply don’t believe after all he’s done and how his character was established that he suddenly changed into a good guy.

Nine’s focus was on his own pain. As he ignored everyone else’s. Including the one person who saved his life on multiple occasions and who (even if it’s wrong) still tried to stick up for him. Giving off the, “I suffered so everyone else should suffer,” mentality. Then blames Sonic by saying he, “put him into this position.” As if Nine didn’t already make terrible choices before going evil. Sure, the shards could’ve been corrupting him, but it’s never explored and can only be assumed. Which are too different things.

These are obvious toxic/red flag behavior and it never gets properly called out. Things are only fixed because the plot demanded it. Not because there was a natural progression. The only thing that progressed was Nine’s uncaring attitude until it magically fixed itself…at the last minute. And I hate that for him because he deserved better. Sonic deserved better. All of the Sonic Prime characters deserved better. But they all fell into the pit of unsatisfying conclusions.

Side Note: What also bothers me is how Sonic is almost the only character Nine interacts with. No wonder he doesn’t care about anyone else. Nine barely talks to anyone. Like Shadow, the blue blur is the main center of Nine’s attention. At least most of the other characters don’t have the same problem, but it’s still ridiculous.

How The Show Is Flawed In General

I have more glaring issues with this show. Sonic Prime’s plot almost never stops to breathe. The repetition is unreal. None of the characters (especially the OGs) get enough attention. Some things are both over and under explained simultaneously. There’s reused animations.

Reused conversations and dialogue are especially prevalent. “This isn’t you, Nine!” “It’s over, Nine.” “Gotta go fast!” “Game over.” “We’re gonna end/fix this together.” “We’re friends.” “Me Beauty.” “We have to take the fight to them.” “You’re even dumber then you look.”

This isn’t half of the repeated lines unfortunately. Some of them aren’t only said by Sonic either. It’s almost as if they ran out of dialogue. I am only scratching the surface of problems, but I won’t go any further. At this point “the show’s writing” is the main issue of Nine’s arc. It’s also why other parts of Prime feels rushed.

Conclusion

Yeah, I have a love hate relationship with this show. It’s seriously hard to watch sometimes. I know this has been a bummer, but here’s what Sonic Prime does right. I adore Sonic Prime in terms of how it looks and sounds. With the outstanding animation, voice acting, music, editing, and sound design. I’ll even say it’s one of the best looking 3D animated kids TV shows I’ve seen. There’s so much attention to detail and quality of the character facial expressions and movements. Furthermore, when the lighting is really good, it looks near movie levels of quality. Not to mention great writing still exists. All in all, Sonic Prime may not be the best written Sonic show, but it does have the most polished animation. Even with its plethora of flaws and lost potential, I’m glad Prime exists to prove 3D TV shows can look fantastic when given enough care.

Stay Creative! 💜

[ichijager13]

Let me help you

Pairings : Eren Jäger x reader

Tags : +18 only, Roommates AU, aged-up characters, voyeurism, sex toys, masturbation, dirty dancing, dirty talking, shamless smut where Eren makes reader sit on his dick.

Summary:  Coming into your room, Eren wasn’t expecting to be greeted with such a scene. You were standing in front of your mirror dressed in nothing but a pair of lacy dark red underwear that left little to the imagination, languorously swaying and feeling yourself up.

A/N: I’m still not comfortable in writing full length smuts, this is a first attempt.

Please let me know if you liked it, I kind of have mixed feelings about it.

Part two

Tell me I’m not the only one who wants to have him like this, EVERY DAY.

Coming into your room, Eren wasn’t expecting to be greeted with such a scene. The finals were approaching and he needed your notes. He knocked on your room’s door and called your name for a couple of minutes. Thinking you were studying while having your air pods on he decided to come in. to his surprise you were doing something else. Something he never thought he’d witness, not in real life at least.

You were standing in front of your mirror dressed in nothing but a pair of lacy dark red underwear that left little to the imagination, languorously swaying and feeling yourself up.

The sight of you moving your hips slowly and your hands running across your body made his brain go blank. He didn’t know how to react if he should leave or stay. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if this is real. Forgetting why he was here in the first place, he leaned against the wall watching your small hands squeezing your breasts.

You continued dancing as your thumb rub your bud against the fabric of your bra. The friction made your red tainted lips part and release a sweet erotic sound. Unable to move or look away, Eren let himself slide against the wall and sit on the floor. He folded one leg and brought the other against his chest as his eyes continued watching you.

The thin fabric of your panties hugged the swell of your ass perfectly and was making him rock hard. He was enjoying the show you were putting on for him.

You and Eren were roommates for almost a year now. Even though he refuses to admit it to his friends, you caught his eye the moment you walked into his apartment.

Watching you slide your panties down your legs, he found himself wondering what song you were listening to and who were thinking of. “Lucky bastard”. He grunts shifting to make himself more comfortable.

You parted your legs after you sat on the edge of the bed facing the mirror. You gave him a full view of your soaking intimacy. His eyes were following the movement of your fingers as they teased your clit. Drawing slow circles, you let low moans skip from you. they would move up once in a while watching your tongue wet your lips and teeth sink into the plush of your lower lip when it gets too intense.

He felt jealous, he wished it was his fingers playing with your needy core. His teeth capture your red puffy lips and his mouth sucks on them. he wished it was him you were thinking of.

Feeling the spam of your orgasm approaching slowly you squeezed your already closed eyes and let your head fall back. He was so mesmerized he didn’t realize you denied your orgasm. Feeling irritated you prevented him from such a blissful sight, he shifted once again trying to relieve some of the tension in his khaki shorts. The heavy groan that came out of you made him go wild.

He continued watching you giving him an answer to one of the numerous questions that haunted him for months while palming himself. He tried to imagine how would you look like bending while naked. He drank on the sight the second you reached for the dower next to your bed.

He tried to get a glimpse of what you fished out of the drawer but failed. He continued to lazily stroke his painful shaft as you parted your legs wider this time. You took your bra off letting it fall to your feet before you sat something on the floor.

Eren almost choke when he finally saw the large dildo you placed under you. in trance, he watched you going down taking in the sex toy slowly. The moans you released while watching yourself sliding the sex toy inch after inch inside your pussy made the pressure between his legs unbearable. It was stupid of him, to assume that touching himself while watching you getting off was enough.

It was somehow manageable at first but hearing you moaning his name as you moved your hips up and down, fucked out his mind. He had to do something, he had to have you in every possible way and he had to do it now. In one swift move, he discarded his shorts before walking towards you. you were about to slip the dildo back inside you when he gripped your hips, immobilizing you. you opened your eyes blinking in surprise.

He took off one of your air pods. “Why stuff yourself with this shit when you can have the real thing". He murmured in a husky voice. Tilting your head, you were met with dark eyes and a wicked smirk. “I can take care of you sweet thing”. One of his hands rested against your inner thigh waiting for your consent.

Your eyes gagged the moment they landed on his thick crotch. You gulped before bringing your eyes up. he moved your leg and inserted two fingers inside you. you continued watching him pleasuring you unable to block your moans and whimpers. "Do you want it?" He spoke against your ear. You tried to answer, you tried to come up with a reply but nothing came out of your mouth. Nothing but needy cries and whines. "You think you can take it?" You nodded. "Then place it inside of you". He released your thighs and watched you going down. “Good girl”. He groaned feeling your warm walls hugging him tightly. “So good for me”. he followed eyes fixated on the mirror. “So fucking good and tight”. he nipped at the skin of your neck. “How you about you cum on my cock? You think you can do it?” A wide smirk spread across his face when you nodded. “Show me”. He whispered after pulling you for a ferocious kiss.

[holdupjack]

They’ll Be Much More Interested In My Wife

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Hollywood film stars hiding their love.

WARNING: SMUT 18+/MINORS DNI

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Third Person P.O.V:

Los Angeles California, 1958

Hermione had moved to the States in 1955, a month after her 18th birthday, She had hugged her mother and father goodbye to pursue a career in the biggest film industry in the world.

She was destined to become a star.

Her soul yearned for it.

The young girl was cast fairly quickly due to her beauty and the seemingly natural talent she had for capturing her emotions onto film.

Hermione did many movies within the last few years, having to mask her accent for most due to the 'all-American girl fantasy' the whole word was stuck on.

Then again, she understood the charm.

She had reluctantly gone on dates with many male stars, all of them being less than fruitful as they talked on and on about their successful movies and Oscar wins.

On one of the days on the set of a 'romantic' war film, she was the lead. Y/n Y/l/n walked in dressed as a secretary, her character's 'roommate'. Whom she was supposed to fight with, in the next scene.

This movie had more secret gay underlining than straight movie buffs would ever realize.

She hoped the future generations would see it and appreciate the risks the writers took.

Y/n is a beautiful woman, always smiling as she read her lines, or laughing at something one of the stagehands said.

Hermione couldn't keep her eyes off her as they waited for everyone to be ready for shooting, their eyes met from time to time as Hermione sat in her chair with her legs crossed, her thumb holding her chin as she blocked her growing smile with her index finger.

This wasn't their first encounter, not even their second, and you could tell from the way they greeted and looked at one another.

It wasn't a surprise that in the time they lived in, openly dating someone of the same sex was a death sentence, with your career and literally.

They had first met a few months into Hermione's first year as an Actress, circling each other like predators.

It was a secret hostility they shared, since Y/n had a few years on her in acting, even though they were the same age, and considered Hermione a threat to her career when it came to the chances of getting leads in movies.

Y/n had been a child star, and Hermione even grew up watching her in the family-friendly movies she saw with her parents.

Hermione found her pretty then, and even more gorgeous now.

She had known of her feelings towards women for many years now, she honestly knew it was the whole reason she detested men.

Yet, she had to keep up the act. No journalist or paper could know how she felt, so if that meant unfulfilling dates and sex, so be it.

They only had a month left with each other until this movie wrapped up for editing, and the male lead, Joesph Cotten was hitting on them relentlessly.

(A/N: actual actor back then btw, but I know him best from Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte...also no idea if he was a lady's man, so consider this satire)

The girls just gave fake giggles and thanked him for his kind words before they were called onto the stage. They took their places and waited for the director to call the scene to action. Y/n sat at a desk while Hermione stood behind a door that led into the area.

"Action!"

Hermione walked into the room and shut the door behind her, Y/n didn't look up as she pretended to sign papers, she then glared at her.

"What are you doing here?" She whispered in her very convincing American accent as Y/n looked up and had a confused look on her face.

"Pardon me?"

"You told me that you were going to stay home today" Hermione states as she walks toward the desk and peeked past her and into the window that had her boss (Joseph) sitting inside talking to an associate.

"I'm a secretary for an important general of the U.S. Army, I can't call off because you told me to Lily" Y/n replied as she stood up and walked over to a filing cabinet, opening it to a slew of blank papers inside.

Hermione loomed next to her and stared at her face in a soft panic, the corner of their eyes saw the camera slowly make its way to capture their emotions.

"Please Mary, go home after lunch." Hermione whispers as she stands closer to capture Y/n's gaze.

This movie wasn't focused on expressions like the others they had been in, instead of close up of their faces to make a statement, it was told through body movement.

Yet, the gazes shared between them told another story, a relationship between a spy and her 'roommate'.

The whole plot was that Hermione's character, Lily Sullivan, is tasked by the United States military to coax a confession out of Scott Willis (Joseph Cotten) as an enemy of the country. When in reality, "Lily" was the one selling secrets to other countries, she was covering her tracks by killing Scott. The man that was hot on her trail.

Yet, she only says goodbye to one person before she goes on the run.

Mary, her 'roommate' for many years.

They end up leaving together.

The studio said it was a friendship built on lies but was still strong after everything. While Hermione and Y/n knew what it really was.

The girls have on-screen chemistry better than most male and female actors, the papers had said it paid off that they were such good friends off-screen.

"If it bothers you that much Lily, I'll go home after lunch. May I ask why with the urgency?" Y/n asks as she shuts the filing cabinet and Hermione freezes as she pretends to think of a reason.

"I'll explain everything to you later, alright?" She replies and Y/n nods with a bit of hesitation, before ultimately verbally agreeing.

"Okay, Lily."

Y/n then walks out of frame, leaving Hermione to act as if she was thinking deeply for a few moments as the camera zooms in closer.

Her eyes just flickered up and down Y/n's body as she stood a few feet away, it took everything in Hermione to not smile and ruin this take.

Y/n didn't smile, but the glint in her eye showed her that she was enjoying their little staring contest.

"Cut! Great job everyone let's take five and do the next scene with Y/n and Joseph, then will do another take of this after!" the director yells as a bell rings for their dismissal.

A few assistants crowded around the girls as they were pulled towards their chairs for any hair or makeup fixes.

It was late into the night, and they were behind schedule due to a broken camera last week. So today everyone was forced to pull an all-nighter and come back the day after next.

Hermione loved an all-night shooting, it happened once in a blue moon, but when it did?

Y/n came home with her.

No paparazzi would be staying out late to catch them holding hands inside her car, where they could hear the giggles as she chased Y/n into her home and kept the lights off.

Where they would worship each other without fear of being caught by unwanted eyes.

Oh, Hermione loved all-nighters.

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When the set was closed and everyone had gone home for the...well it was 3 A.M, so morning. Hermione parked her car behind the studio and waited for Y/n to jump in, the walls were high around the Hollywood set buildings, and even bushes blocked anyone dumb enough to try and climb it for a rare photo.

Hermione loved it when the entire studio was almost vacant, besides the security that watched the gates. They never cared that Y/n had been coming with Hermione to set every morning, or that they left at night together too.

Everyone knew they lived close by, so in their heads, it was just carpooling with a good friend. Of course, the tabloids wouldn't see it that way during all-nighters like this. Where she didn't drop her off at home, or at times where they didn't even make it out of Hermione's garage.

She couldn't keep her hands off her all-American girlfriend, and Y/n couldn't stay away from the British Vixen.

Y/n emerged from the shadows beside the building and quickly slipped into the passenger side of Hermione's 1957 Chevy Bel Air.

"Hello my darling" the Brit whispers as she looks around for any prying eyes, then kisses her cheek softly.

"Hiya doll, did you have as much fun as I did on set?" Y/n asks as Hermione starts the car and drives off to the exit, her hands were aching to touch her like she wants to.

"Very much, but Joseph needs to back off" Hermione mutters as they turn into a small alleyway between two set buildings. The windows were down, the air softly blowing on their faces.

"Awe, still jealous that he grabbed my ass?" Y/n snickered as her girlfriend groaned softly as she thought back on the action from earlier today.

They both knew that if they wanted to get far in this world, they had to let a few hands touch them without objection.

The women could only hold back slaps to the face when this happened, and act as if it didn't bother them.

Of course, when Hermione watched their male lead grab her girlfriend's ass, it took everything in her not to stake her claim in front of everyone.

"I'm not jealous. I'm pissed" Hermione responded as they pulled up to the security guard, who smiled at them as he came up to the passenger side window.

"Get some rest Ms.Granger and Ms.Y/l/n," He says as they smile back at him as he walks towards the gate and opens it for them.

The car crept out into the street and then turned to the start of their way home. Y/n looked out towards the high-end clothing stores, their display windows dim, but you could see the shine the fashion produced.

"I'm still surprised you haven't gone shopping during our lunch breaks," Hermione says as she catches her stare, to which Y/n chuckled in response.

"No time, you know our 'breaks' are only fifteen minutes" Y/n sighed as she looked back at Hermione. They were stopped at a red light, the glow of all the street lights illuminated Hermione's face as they stared at one another.

"I've missed you as of late my love" Hermione whispers as she rests her hand on the space between them, her palm open and ready.

(A/N: this was in the days when there was no center console in between the front seats so you could literally lay someone down in the front and have a grand old time lol)

"We've seen each other almost every day for the last three months" Y/n replied as she slipped her fingers between her girlfriends. Hermione squeezed slightly and hummed in dissatisfaction at her lover's answer.

"I know, but if I had it my way, I'd hug and kiss you after every scene and performance you gave" Hermione whispers as she notices the streets are empty, no cars coming or going, or even a single person walking the lonely sidewalks.

"You just want to find every reason to touch me" Y/n whispers back as Hermione looks around them one last time before through the car in park and unbuckling herself, leaning over their intertwined hands.

"If God told me touching you was a sin, I’d go down to hell with a grin on my face" Hermione states as she kisses Y/n's neck, leaving a bright red lipstick stain in its wake.

A guilty moan slipped past Y/n's lips as her girlfriend happily nipped and kissed her sensitive skin like a hungry mosquito.

"Hermione" Y/n warns as she feels a hand land on her knee and slowly trail under her skirt. Her eyes fluttered closed and snapped open multiple times as she kept watch for any signs of life.

Hermione's fingers traced the lining of Y/n's undergarments, earning another moan as she leaned her head back.

Suddenly Hermione backed away and put the car back in drive, but her hand grasped Y/n's thigh and pulled her close enough to not raise any suspicion.

Y/n looked back up and realized a car was coming up behind them, thankfully the light turned green and they were on their way.

Hermione was now only less than an arm's length away, which worked in her favor as she hooked her fingers around the fabric covering Y/n from the greedy hands of her girlfriend.

"Hermione are you-"

"Shhh, just enjoy our extended ride home" she states as she pulls her garments away enough to slip her hand under it with less resistance.

Hermione kept her nails short, which was unusual for most actresses, but she cared about her Y/n more than nonsensical questions from the media about her defiance of social norms.

If only they knew.

Her fingers slowly circle Y/n's clit as she turned onto a back street neighborhood.

Y/n's legs spread slightly as Hermione trailed down her folds, teasingly slipping the tip of her finger inside her, and then removing it swiftly.

Hermione just chuckled as Y/n moaned softly, and looked at her with pleading eyes as they cruised down the quiet neighborhood.

"Be quiet my love, as much as I want the world to hear how good I make you feel, you have to be quiet" she whispers as trailed back up to her clit and gently pinched it. Y/n hissed and gave a glare to the side of her head, to which her girlfriend chuckled in response as she stared at the road.

The pads of her fingers seemed to apologize for her as she soothed the bundle of nerves with small circular motions.

Hermione slowly halted at the stop sign and let her eyes fall onto her beautiful co-star as she tried to bite her lips from moaning in pleasure.

"Lay your head on my lap" she whispers as she retracts her hand and lets Y/n lay down on her thighs.

Hermione could see her underwear had fallen below her knees, peaking out under the skirt, showing the beautiful purple she was wearing,

The Brit's hand snuck back under the fabric of her skirt in desperation, feeling her fingers begin to coat with her slick as she traced her folds again.

"Please Hermione" Y/n pleads in a hushed voice as she grasps the seat in agony. Hermione cooed in response as she turned onto a long narrow street, finally slipping two fingers into her lover's aching entrance.

A moan got caught in Y/n's throat as her head was thrown back in pleasure, a hand grasping Hermione's shirt so she wouldn't crack the leather of her car.

Hermione stalled her fingers and buried them deep inside of her favorite girl, watching from the corner of her eye as she squirmed under her touch.

"Fucking tease!" Y/n whispers as Hermione curls and separates her digits inside her. A soft chuckle left the woman's throat as she continued her sweet torture.

"But you feel so nice around me, can you blame my passion for you?" Hermione asks as her eyes darted around the road, feeling her cunt quiver around her fingers.

"Are you going to cum just from my motionless hand?" She teases as she curls them again, Y/n's mouth hangs open from the sensation.

"You know, if we had soundproof dressing rooms, I'd fuck you senseless during every break. No matter how short it was." Hermione admits as she begins thrusting her fingers at a slow and calculated pace.

"W-We'd never get anything done" Y/n replies between her groans, to which her girlfriend chuckled again.

"Oh my love, if you weren't so headstrong about acting, I would have moved us out to the middle of nowhere by now, so I can have you like this all the time" she whispers as the car rumbles over a pothole, causing the vibrations to stimulate Y/n for a moment.

"Oh god" She whispers as Hermione's pace speeds up slightly, quiet lewd sounds fill the space. If anyone got close enough to the open windows, they would certainly hear the heavenly noises.

Jazz played from the only lit house on the block, tons of people stood within its walls as the starlights drove by.

"Would you like to host parties if our kind is ever allowed to love freely?" Hermione asks as the curling of her fingers becomes more constant with each thrust.

Y/n tried to respond, but the curve of Hermione's palm began to rub against her clit in delicious circular motions.

"You'd be a cute little host, I'd smile proudly as you greeted our friends and introduced me as your lover" Hermione whispered as they turned onto a street that was a straight shot to their homes.

Y/n's hands grasped Hermione's forearm as the pit of her stomach began to tighten familiarly. It took everything in the woman not to dig her nails into her girlfriend's skin, knowing that the bruises would be hard to cover up with makeup.

"You're going to cum already? I was ready to drive around the block a few times" Hermione hums, but the smug and teasing tone didn't slip past Y/n's fading coherent thoughts.

The Brit quickened her pace, noticing cars she recognized all too well, that were parked around the corner to their homes. Also her hand was starting to cramp at this angle.

Fuck, why are they out here?

Paparazzi are waiting nearby, ready to pounce on the women unprovoked from the open windows. She should stop, and just ask Y/n to, loudly, ask her in for a quick drink in case any cameras were watching them.

But, Hermione was too enamored by the fact that only she could bring Y/n to this state. Feeling her body squeeze and tremble around her fingers was delightfully maddening.

Hermione continued down to Y/n's home, they had maybe less than a minute.

"Cum for me my love, we're almost to your house" Hermione whispered as her palm slapped against her clit in a frantic motion from her thrusting.

Y/n's mouth hung open as she uncontrollably dug her nails into her lover's skin. Oops.

Hermione watched from the corner of her eye as Y/n's legs shook and a generous amount of slick covered her fingers, dripping onto the fabric of Y/n's skirt.

"F-Fuck!" Y/n moaned quietly as her head pressed into her girlfriend's lap, and her back arched from the pleasure. Dots of white poked holes in her vision as she stared at the ceiling of the car.

"I think some of our 'friends' are waiting for us." Hermione commented as she reluctantly pulled away her hand and sucked them clean. So she wouldn't ruin her steering wheel...obviously.

Y/n didn't even give herself time to recompose, slipping her underwear back around her hips and sitting back up. Even after a quick session in the car, Y/n still looked as if she had just come out of makeup.

A bright red lipstick stain shined through the dark.

"Don't forget my signature on your neck" Hermione chuckled as Y/n quickly rubbed away the stain, not wanting to take any chances with the journalists.

Hermione had been right, when the headlights hit the tree line when she was turning into Y/n's driveway, two photographers were waiting for a chance at a picture of Y/n or herself bringing home a costar.

Technically it would be true, but they would just say that they two shared drinks after a long day on set. Oh to be so naïve.

The girls acted as if they didn't see them, instead as Y/n got out of the car, she asked her 'friend' in for a cocktail and to talk about some...unfinished business.

Hermione accepted and shut off her car, locking it behind her as she got out. They could hear the clicking of cameras as they walked to the front door. It took everything in the English woman to flip them off.

They slipped into the house with ease, Hermione watched Y/n lock the door and flip on the living area light. She signaled her to follow, and they instead went upstairs and stepped into her bedroom.

It was pitch black, but Hermione knew this room better than her own, so she easily made her way onto the bed.

Somewhere in the darkness, she could feel Y/n's eyes on her, Hermione then felt a hand start from her calf and trail up to between her thighs.

Goosebumps were left in its wake.

"Let me return the favor, won't you Granger?"

[mingiswow]

Make a move | Jung Wooyoung

Pairing: Wooyoung x afab!reader

Words: 5,3k

Genre: Dystopian, smut, angst (just a little)

Content Warning: Mention of death, mention of food and alcohol consumption, mentions of weapons, Wooyoung is a little asshole at the beginning, reader gets a bit anxious, mentions of torture methods, not proof-read

Smut warning: reader has boobs and vagina, oral (both receiving), 69, wooyoung has sensitive nipples, nipple play, piv, unprotected sex, cumshot, multiple orgasms, soft to horny to soft sex, I lost myself writing it again lol, reader gets fucked dumb, switch behaviour from both, if I forgot anything let me know

⚠ If you’re under the age of 18 and/or don’t feel comfortable reading that type of content, I have a lot of other content here.

⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there’s any mistake. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.

a/n: it took me forever but here's the newest part of my dystopian Ateez series. Hope you guys enjoy it because I had fun writing their sex scene... a lot... i got carried away. I truly think 3k it's just filth lol

The loud ringing of the bells on top of the tower in the center of the town announced that the oppositors were captured and the army won. You bit your nails, anxious, inside the bunker. The boys told you not to leave the safe bunker but the anxiety was eating you alive. 

“To worry is to let yourself be killed slowly by the men” the old man, who you thought was asleep, woke you from your thoughts. You turned to give him a sympathetic smile. “As long as they stay true to their beliefs, no harm will happen”

“But what if they got caught? Haven’t you heard the bells?” Your voice sounded more crooked than expected. 

“Have you heard of the ancient torture method of the warm water?” You denied it and sat by his side. “During even darker times there were people whose job was to torture and kill prisoners. One of these many tortures was to drip warm water on the neck of the prisoner, who was locked on all fours and blindfolded and hit the neck. The person would think the water in their neck was their own blood and die of a heart attack. These bells are the same thing. They torture us who are against them making us think we are being captured but it’s just a way to disorient us” you nodded, expecting he was right. After all, he always was. “Remember kid, our mind is our biggest weapon, both in our favor and against us. Now go rest, you haven’t slept in two days” you decided it was best to sleep, your mind and vision starting to blur from the lack of sleep and food. 

The makeshift beds were not even close to comfortable but with your body aching to rest it felt like a bed you’d only see in old princess books and movies that were saved before the apocalypse. Your eyes felt heavy, your body weighed like a thousand kilos and suddenly the blackness and silence hugged you. 

You woke up with the sound of something crashing by your side in the room, startling you.

“Fuck!” Someone you knew very well whispered cursing himself. 

“Woo? Is it you? Are you guys back?”

“Hi. Yeah. We’re back” you jumped from the bed, hugging the man tightly. “Hey, yn. What’s the matter?” 

“I thought you guys were captured when I heard the bells and… and… I was afraid I would never see you guys again” you started crying, hiding your face in his neck, the musty scent of his sweat was weirdly calming and intoxicating to you. 

“We are safe, yn. We are here safe and sound. No need to worry” he hugged you back and sighed. 

For the past months, ever since you arrived at the bunker running from your facility at the town, he was holding his feelings for you. You were just so perfect that he couldn’t help his heart to beat faster every time you did anything really. The way you talked, the way you were so nice to everyone around you even when they weren’t. You blended right away at the bunker, immediately being put in charge of the maintenance and organization of the weapons. Wooyoung was awestruck with you. 

But in his overthinking of a head, he had no chance with you. In his mind, you were not only too perfect for him but you also liked San, his best friend. So no chance he’d be a snitch and steal you from his best friend. 

On the other hand, San knew very well that you had a massive crush on Wooyoung and was trying to help you two get together. But in San’s head Wooyoung was a big loser and every time he tried to bring the you subject up he always cut him, changing the subject or even running away. Also, Wooyoung never mentioned anything about liking you, he truly didn’t understand his friend. 

“I’m glad you are back and well” you said, leaving his embrace, eyes red from crying. 

“Me too” his eyes wandered to your lips but soon left and looked somewhere else, leaving your body that was still close to his. “Hm… San and… and the boys are at the gq. I guess you wanted to see them” you nodded. “So yeah… go there… he- they’re waiting for you” 

“But-“ you were cut short by him just leaving the room. 

You left the room after him, meeting all the boys safe and talking happily with the old man. Yunho was the first one to acknowledge you, coming right at you to give you a hug. 

“You chose just the right weapons this time, rascal” he messed with your hair. 

“If it wasn’t for you, we’d be dead by now” Hongjoong was the next to speak, giving you a fist bump. “And thank goddess you made us take extra munition” you pretended to dust your shoulders and give little kisses, giggling. 

“They surrounded us with more men than expected” Yeosang, who was responsible for the spying and, alongside you, Hongjoong and Seonghwa, made the plans of attack, got into the conversation. “Apparently the mayor is recruiting people from outside the country, from places where there’s little to no opposition to the dictatorship”

“There are places where people don’t care about this shit we are living in?” You asked astonished and the man shook his head denying it. “Damn, I guess they are getting better at brainwashing ever since I left”

You guys kept talking about the mission, and how scary it was but the boys managed to leave the trap. How the troops tried to attack them during the night when they thought they were weaker. It was very intense and sometimes you wanted to go with them but every time they came telling these stories you were glad you were safe at the bunker but nonetheless worried about them. 

San pulled you aside from them in the middle of the conversation. You didn’t see but Wooyoung saw you leaving the room and felt his chest sink in sadness and jealousy. Only if he had the gut to tell you how he felt before San had. 

“We need to solve this thing between you and Woo” he said once you were far from them. 

“Hi to you too. Nice to see. Glad we are all alive” you rolled your eyes and your friend mimicked you. 

“I’m serious here. He thinks we like each other and are together”

“What? How? When? Why?” You started laughing nervously, not really knowing why. 

“Yeah. Yeosang told me, apparently he thinks we are a thing that’s why he never listens to me when I’m talking about you”

“So… he likes me back?” You asked pretty out of yourself with the news. 

“How can you be so smart and so dumb at the same time?”

“It’s called balance” he rolled his eyes again. 

“Anyways. Yes, he likes you and he is jealous of us. We have to fix that” 

“How?”

“That’s where I need you… I don’t know” you hit his shoulder. “Ouch! I just think you should go to him and tell ‘hey so just to be clear I’m single, me and San are not together, you are free to fuck me’ OUCH! Stop hitting me!”

“Then stop talking shit! What if he hears?”

“Who hears what?” The devil himself appeared in the corner. 

“Uh… you see…” you stuttered not really knowing what to say. It was easy. It was simple. But the words just got stuck in your throat. 

“If it’s about you two dating I already know” he walked past you two, knocking San slightly. 

“Have you ever thought about asking us?” Wooyoung turned around to look at his friend. Eyebrow raised. “You took your own conclusions without asking us anything” 

“And what do I have to ask? I can see” 

“Well then you need glasses because you are seeing things where there is nothing and the things you should see you keep blinding yourself” Wooyoung looked at you and you lowered your head and he realized he had fucked up something. 

“Just… don’t fight. Please” you asked, you’d kill yourself if you ever ruined their friendship. “I’m not worth it” you left them behind, going back to your room not wanting to stay there any longer. 

You shared your room with others at the bunker, but you were glad they were all in the gq talking to the ones who arrived from the trenches because it meant you could cry alone without worrying or alarming anyone. You hated to be the center of attention and you hated when people talked about you. 

It had been a while you have been crying, lying almost in a fetal position in your bed when someone opened the door. You held your cries and pretended to be asleep so you could trick the person into leaving. But it didn’t work. 

“I know you’re not sleeping yn. I heard you crying from the door” it was the last person you wanted to see at that moment. Wooyoung sat at your side in the bed and he questioned if he should touch you or not, deciding not to. “I’m here to apologize to you” he sighed and played with his fingers, eyes down with shame. “I didn’t mean to accuse you and San, but I guess I did anyway. I think my mind was clouded with jealousy”. 

You turned around and looked at him, eyes and nose red and puffy from crying. His eyes were still looking at the ground and you could see the pink tint on his cheeks. 

“What were you jealous of?” You asked, still a little overwhelmed by his confession. 

One part of you wanted him to tell you that he was jealous of you because he liked you. But this part was being silenced by the other one saying that you were delusional and thinking about things that did not have a chance of happening. This other part wanted him to say he was jealous of San, that you were stealing him from him and that he was San’s original best friend, that you ruined everything. And you were 100% sure this was the right part. 

You’ve never been good at showing your romantic feelings. With your friends was easy, you were easygoing, and you had no problem being yourself and being touchy and sentimental. However, when it came to romantic feelings you were completely blocked. You were afraid, ashamed almost. You never knew how to act, afraid anything you’d do would throw them away, would repel any types of feeling they had for you. There was this silent pressure that the woman who created you put on you and your siblings, you always had to be perfect in the eyes of possible suitors because the only way to take a step higher in the hierarchy was through marriage. And she always prepared you to be perfectly mannered to these high-class, bougie suitors. 

Wooyoung took a deep breath before finally speaking. 

“Because you are always so close and comfortable around San that I thought… I’m sorry” he looked at you, not really looking at your eyes, ashamed. 

“It’s okay, Woo, you don’t have to apologize, we all have feelings. But don’t worry, I’ll never steal San from you, he’s your best friend for a reason” you forced a smile. 

Wooyoung gave you a half smile, chuckling a little to his feet before turning to you again. His thumb gently wiped the remaining tears on your cheek but never left the touch. You closed your eyes instinctively, enjoying the feeling of calloused hands on you. He sighed once again before speaking. 

“It’s not Sannie that I’m jealous of” you locked eyes with him. What? He left his hand’s place on your cheek to hold your own. “I need to know a thing first” you nodded, enjoying the feeling of his hand in yours. He was holding your hand. If you could, you wouldn’t let it go. “Do you like San?”

“Of course, he’s a great frien-“

“Not as a friend” he cut you. “Do you like him as a lover?” you held your laugh because he could be so stupid sometimes. You denied it with your head. “Good, that’s good to know” he took a deep breath, like he was holding it while you answered. “Do you like someone else? Like… romantically speaking”

“I do but he’s too blind to realize. I’ve been giving hints for quite a while but he never seems to notice” you saw his eyes drop when you said you liked someone else and you swore to god this man was even more idiot than you expected. “Do you like someone?” 

“No. Nope. Not at all. I don’t have feelings” you held your laugh again. 

“Oh, that’s sad because I thought you liked me but I guess it is one-sided then” you said, looking at his face, trying to read his reaction. 

“Yeah, I guess it’s just me t- wait. What?” You laughed at Wooyoung’s reaction. His cheeks bright red with embarrassment, eyes widened looking at you. 

“Gosh, Wooyoung, how can you be so slow?” You decided to take the first step and leaned in, leaving a soft and quick peck on his lips. 

He blinked a few times to regain his consciousness. What was happening? So you did like him? You weren’t dating San? Did you like him all along? And you kissed him? Fuck! You kissed him! 

He finally regained his state of mind and realized what was happening, practically jumping on your lips and kissing you again, dropping you on the bed. You laughed on his lips. That was the man you fell for. 

“I’m sorry for being so blind” he said after kissing you, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s just… you were so close to San and so comfortable with him that I thought you two were flirting” you shook your head no, your hands playing with the little hairs on the nape of his neck, his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. 

“Now that you know just don’t waste any more time” he smirked and planted his nose on your neck taking a sniff before looking again at you. 

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t” he kissed you again, pressing you more against the mattress. 

His lips were chapped due to the dryness of the air but you couldn’t care less, to you, they felt like soft cotton balls that were made to mold perfectly to yours. Every time he moved his mouth against yours you could feel electric discharges running through your body. Your veins felt like copper wires that were charged to the max. 

He was holding his weight on one arm while the other held your waist, fingers pressed against your flesh underneath your shirt and holding you in place the best they could, thumb once in a while caressing the skin. One of his knees was between your legs and you could feel the heat emanating from it and you had to hold yourself not to reach down the thigh and rub yourself on it. 

He kept slowly kissing you until his tongue licked your lips asking for passage, which you granted gladly. Your tongues met inside your mouths and started to entangle in each other deliciously, you could taste the faint taste of the bit of alcohol he had prior at the gq with the others. He was intoxicating, your mind clouding more and more every time he would speed up and intensify the kiss and then slow down again. He was teasing you in the most delicious way. And you were enjoying every second. 

Wooyoung left a low groan in your mouth when you bit his lower lip and ran your fingers under his own shirt, leaving a faint red trail from your nails. 

“I don’t think I can hold myself any longer if you keep doing this” he confessed, forehead touching yours as he collected his breath again. 

“Who said I want you to hold yourself?” He opened his eyes to stare at you, smirk on his lips as he licked them. 

“Are you sure?” You nodded. “Because once I start I won’t stop”. You pulled him to fall more over your body, weighing you down heavenly. 

“Just fuck me already, Wooyoung”. 

“You don’t have to ask twice” he kissed you again, this time more sloppy, desperate, rushed. He was past tasting you, now he wanted to rile you up. 

He stopped kissing you and got on his knees to take his shirt off, and you did the same. You didn’t know who was most entranced by who’s chest. Your hand was the first to move and touch his chest. He wasn’t very big, more on the lean side, but his muscles were popping from being in the dry air of the desert-like weather of the town. You felt his muscles tense under your touch and you squeezed the hard skin in your fingers, earning a soft hiss of him. 

You pushed him slowly until he was the one laying on the bed, head up so he could look at you. You smirked and straddled his lap, hands still on his chest. You leaned your body and teased your lips on his but never touched, making your way to his neck. You started with soft kisses, barely touching your lips to his skin. Wooyoung was breathing heavily, his hands went straight to your legs, holding and squeezing the flesh underneath the thick fabric of your pants.

You kept with your attack on his neck, changing your soft kisses to butterfly ones, mixing with little licks, your tongue tasting the salty taste of his sweat mixed with the burnt one from the long exposure to the sun. Your hips started moving without you noticing, the need between your legs getting the best of you and seeking at least a tiny bit of release. 

“Yn… fuck! You look so hot like this” he whispered, eyes closed and his own hips seeking for yours. Low groans and moans leaving his lips. 

His reaction made you feel even more bothered but also determined to tease him. So you moved your kisses to his collarbone and the front of his neck. You grabbed his hair and pulled his head slightly back, exposing his throat, veins exposed, the pale skin waiting to be marked. Which you did, painting it shades of purple and blue with your hickeys, teeth grasping along the skin, leaving a red trail behind. 

If it was anyone else tainting him like that he’d be mad, but you had such a strong grip on him and his sanity that he didn’t mind. Quite the contrary, he enjoyed it. He was loving every single second of your teases on him. 

You moved even lower and decided to test the waters on his chest, squeezing slightly his nipple between your index and middle finger when caressing his skin. He just let the cutest and hottest whine when you did so, firing you to keep going. You licked his abs from bottom to top, moving to the side slightly and licking his left nipple on the way. He squirmed underneath you, an almost unintelligible whisper of your name coming from his mouth. 

Wooyoung was lost, he was completely given to you. You owned his pleasure now. He didn’t have the idea that you, just looking absolutely ravishing on top of him, licking his body was enough to make him almost cum on his pants untouched. 

You played with his nipples a little more, licking, pulling and biting, teasing him and making the man under you squirm like he was suffering the worst torture in his life. But soon enough you decided to stop teasing him and left his lap, earning a soft groan of why. You just chuckled at his reaction but didn’t say anything, just proceeding to open his pants and start pulling them down, he raised his hips so you could take his pants and underwear completely.

You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t imagined how his cock would look like and to say you were impressed was like saying that 2+2=4. He wasn’t big but he was painfully thick, veins pulsing on his sides, and pre cum leaking from his head. You were 100% sure he was the biggest you’ve been with, the idea of having him stretching you after so long of having nothing but just your fingers made your thighs squeeze in need and your underwear stick to your vulva. 

“You’re so pretty, Woo” you praised him, hands caressing his thighs until they reached the base of cock, his pubic hair gently tickling your fingertips. “Your dick looks so pretty and hard for me” he nodded and whined, elbows holding his upper body so he could look at you. “I bet you taste as good as you look” you smirked at him before giving a kitten lick to his tip, salty precum awakening your taste buds. 

Most people don’t like the taste of it, and you were one of them. But something about being Wooyoung there and the way he was mesmerized by your every move made you want to taste him more and more. The best you could have. 

You decided you were done teasing him - and teasing yourself on the way - and started to put him in your mouth and, as you expected, he was a bit too big for your poor jaw, already getting painful with how wide you had to open to put just a couple of inches inside. Your teeth inevitably grazing over his soft skin and making him hiss. You let you jaw go as slack as you could and started to bob your head, hands squeezing and rubbing as far as they could to help you. Your hands needed to be put together to be able to encircle his shaft. 

Wooyoung would be a liar if he said he didn’t want t go feral and start fucking your face, but he knew he would hurt you. He was sure that if he looked for sin in a dictionary your picture sucking his dick would be under it. You looked so concentrated to make him feel good, eyes dark with pleasure and starting to tear up with the stimulation. 

“Fuck, yn, you look so good like this babe” he took a few strands away from your face and held your hair in a ponytail to help you. “So good for me, making me feel good. I wish you could see yourself like this right now, so hot and needy for my cock” you moaned at his words and started to suck him even harder, trying to put more and more in your mouth. “That’s it, baby, take my cock. Do you like sucking on it?” you nodded, squeezing his base with your hands. “Your own little popsicle, isn’t it?” you nodded again and opened your jaw even more slack, your face starting to hurt but all you wanted was to make him feel good. 

He grabbed your hair and started to move your head for you, gently fucking your face, the pain in your face and scalp so good and taunting.

“Come here, baby. I want to taste you while you take my cock” you looked at him a little confused, brain already foggy with need. “Oh, my baby is already this fucked out? Brain empty?” he took his dick out of your mouth and saliva dripped down your chin. “God, yn! You look even hotter like that. Here, take a seat” he tapped his face and smiled.

You stood up on your feet and took the rest of the clothes that were on your body. Gently you hovered over his face, your cunt dripping from pent-up arousal and your scent invading his senses. Wooyoung was intoxicated and he hadn’t even tasted you yet. He grabbed your hips and pulled you right on top of his face, a surprised yelp leaving your lips when you felt his warm tongue against your folds for the first time. 

You couldn’t even think straight, he dove right in, licking, sucking, biting, blowing on your vulva. Your clit being the main attraction. You unconsciously started to ride his face, wanting to feel more and more. You teased him for so long that you got so bothered that just a little eating and you were on the edge already, the knot in your belly incredibly tight. 

Your pleasure getting the best of you and you fell forward, weak. You saw his dick in front of you again and remembered that he wanted you to suck him off too. You put his dick back in your mouth and hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in and earning a moan against your pussy from Wooyoung. 

You gave your best to suck him, but you were a moaning and babbling mess, drooling all over his dick and riding his face reaching for your orgasm. It was when he gave a particularly harsh suck on your clit and introduced two fingers inside your hole that you came undone for the first time. His penis almost blocking your moans as you cockwarmed him inside your mouth.

“There we go, baby. You did so good. Are you tired?” he asked muffled by your pussy and you hummed. “Then I’ll let you lay down, you were so good for me so far, now it’s my turn to take care of you” you took him out your mouth with a pop and laid on the bed, chest rising and falling from the amount of exertion you had made. “Can you keep going? Or should we stop?” You denied it and tried to grab him, making grabby hands, which made him chuckle. “How can you be cute in a moment like this?”

“I’m not” you managed to answer, smiling at him. 

“If you keep looking this cute I’ll lose my cool” 

“You already lost when I licked your nipples” you smirked at him.

“Only because it’s you” he positioned between your legs and leaned to kiss you. You hugged him tight and kissed him back, mixing your own tastes inside your mouths, tongues tying. You two kissed for a while before he spoke again. “Are you sure you can keep going? I don’t want to hurt you, I didn’t prep you”

“I’ll be fine, just please stop talking and fuck me” 

“You’re so hot when you’re in charge” he gave you a peck and started to slowly slide inside of you. You moaned against his mouth when you felt the first sting of stretching. It burned. “Tell me if it’s too much or if you want me to stop” you nodded and he stopped for a while.

He analyzed your facial expressions and your reactions, trying to see when he could move again. When he felt your breathing slowing down he moved a little more, penetrating a few more centimeters inside. Your mouth opened but no sound came out. Your insides burned but it wasn’t bad. It was just new. 

The idea that you were finally with Wooyoung in such an intimate moment like this made your head spin and ease the pain. It was him. The man you’ve been dreaming about for so long. The constant protagonist of the softest and dirtiest of your dreams was finally on top of you, inside of you. His eyes never leaving yours or your face and that made you feel even more wanted. Desired. 

You pulled his face back to yours and kissed him again, gentle, deep. You wanted to make sure this was not another one of your dreams. Thankfully it was not. So you decided to be bold, you wanted him to take you fully and you wanted to do the same with him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed his hips against yours, making him bottom out inside of you. The moan that left his lips was the hottest thing you heard all night. In your entire life, really.  The pain of being stretched almost to your limit was nothing compared to how fast your heart was beating, syncing with his own. 

You gave him a nod, a green light to make him move. He started slow, not taking too much out, letting you get used to the size and the movement. He was being careful and taking your pleasure as his first priority because you had no idea how hard he was holding himself. Your walls were soft, warm, wet, tight. You hugged his member viciously and he was so close to cum with just the pressure and pulsing around him. 

Wooyoung slowly started to take more and more out until he let only his head inside before bottoming out again. Your moans started to get whinier and whinier, your hips moving with his, the burn long gone and replaced with a different one. One from pleasure. He started to speed up his movements and he could feel your finger nails clawing at his back.

“Are you close?” he whispered against your ear and you nodded. “Good, because I am too and I want you to cum first. Can you do that?” you nodded, not really knowing if you could but you just wanted to give your best to him. 

He backed away from you a little, just enough to have one of his hands between your bodies and rubbing your clit. You threw your head back and arched your back with the sensation, feeling almost overstimulated. Your arms fell limp on the bed, too weak to hold on to him, but strong enough to hold the thick sheets between your fingers. 

Wooyoung kept his skillful ministrations on you and soon enough you exploded without even having time to warn him, creaming his cock with your juices. He leaned down to kiss you and whisper praises to you but you barely registered, head completely empty. He had fucked you dumb.

It didn’t take much more for him to cum, taking his member from inside of you and cumming on your pubes and belly, falling exhausted on your side. A stupid smile planted on his lips as his brain processed everything that just happened. He turned his head to look at you and you were looking at him already.

“What are you smiling at?” you asked, even completely gone by the pleasure you still had energy enough to provoke him.

“Nothing, just the love of my life” you booed him and turned to the other side.

“God, you’re so cheesy” you said but still smiled anyway, you loved his silly self. He cuddled you, nuzzling his nose on your neck and taking in your post-sex scent. 

“But you still like me like that”

“That’s exactly why I like you” you turned to face him, his arms never leaving your body. “We need to clean, I’m all sticky with your cum and sweat” you put your tongue out in disgust.

“Wait here” he left the bed, only caring to dress his underwear before leaving the room to go to the bathroom and grab a towel. 

He was almost successfully coming back to the room without meeting anyone but he was faced with a wall of your friends, arms crossed and smug smiles on their faces.

“We’re are going to let today slide but tomorrow we will annoy the hell out of you two” San was the one to speak before letting Wooyoung run back to the room and closing the door.

“They won’t let us be from now on” he spoke before he heard you laugh nervously.

There wasn't much you two could do but accept the fate of being joked on by your friends. But that was okay because now you had each other and that was all the good that mattered amidst the mess of the world. 

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The curse of Fade to Black

Warning: implied/suggestion of sex but no actual smut.

Mammon got exited when you and he are about to do it.

He was grinning like the smug demon he was. However, when he was laying on bed with you straddling over his hips. You bend down and capture his lips and soon fade to black.

The next thing he saw was you snuggle into his side while he felt exhausted. Did he pass out or something? He feels like you and he did it last night but he doesn't remember any of it.

He whimper because he is completely clueless about the night you to had.

Sadly, Mammon wasn't the only one affect by this. It was Satan's turn with you. Of course it started with a lovely date which lead to him taking you to his room.

He didn't bother taking your clothes off and his. He just drove in for a kiss and soon fade to black.

The next thing he woke up to was you on top of him, your face nuzzles into the crook of his neck while your arms wrap around his torso, both of you are naked.

The next person who experience this was Beel. It started innocently, making a dessert in the kitchen before it turn to a heated make out session with you kissing him while you're siting on top of the counter. But it fade to black and Beel woke up in his room with him cradling your sleeping form. He didn't remember taking you back to his room.

The next brother who experience this was Levi. You were modeling a new costume he made for an upcoming date he planned for you two. Before he pull you into a make out scene with him on his gaming chair and you straddling on his lap. Yet again fade to black.

Levi woke up in his tub bed with a gasps before feeling you hugging him from the side. He blinked and try to recall happened last night. As soon he realize that he has no memory about it and all his encouragement that night was all for nothing cause Levi to tear up and curse himself.

Next was Lucifer who had his intention clear that he's going to have you and you two will enjoy it.

But alas just like what happened with the other brothers. As soon things were getting good. Fade to black and soon Lucifer woke up by the sound of his shower being uses and he was feeling exhausted. He couldn't believe it. He doesn't remember what happened.

Belphie has his night with next and it started off with a simple night picnic at the planetarium. The he makes him move and start kissing you gently pushing you down onto the blanket. Then fade to black.

The woke up in his bed in the attic with you sleeping soundly next to him, hugging his cow pillow. The looks over and saw he left hickeys all over you, mimic his demon marking. He groan while aggresively scratching his head in frustration.

He doesn't remember the sex you to had.

Last was Asmo. He heard Mammon whining about this and he laughs and tells his brother that they were just being baby. Before procced to prepare his night with you.

It was romantic as it should. We are talking about Asmo here. However Asmo got the worse because as soon he pull you in his room. That when the dread fade to black happened. He woke up, jolted into a sitting poisition before turning his sights on you, who was sleeping soundly beside him.

He smile, gets out of bed and makes his out of his room with only his bedsheet covering his body. He reach the dinning room where all the other brothers are and eating their breakfast and stood there for a second before letting out a cry and wail then dropped down on his knees.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING!!?!!?"

"The fuck I know! But I do know that we have to put a stop to it!" Mammon answer.

"Yes, I couldn't agree more" Mammon jump from his seat when Barbatos and Diavolo appear at the end of the table. "Of course this was a personal thing. But when I notice the young master being gloom the morning after he had with MC. I knew I wasn't the only one. And it seem that it has affected all seven of you as well."

All of the brothers turn to see Diavolo frowning. Before turning their attention back to Barbatos.

"It couldn't be MC, they said that they remember all of it." Satan interject

"I... pretend to know but I didn't have the heart to ask them." Diavolo admit, he saw how happy you were that morning, he couldn't ruin that.

"So all of us didn't tell MC about this?" Lucifer ask and everyone in the room nodded.

They all agree to find out what's this curse is all about and why it was happending.

Meanwhile Solomon was working hard in his room, when Simeon came in. Solomon hasn't seem Simeon for three days. He was been in his room. Now seeing Simeon, Solomon can't help to notice the frown on the angel.

"Thanks for bring my breakfast Simeon, but what sour your mood this morning?"

"It was just this morning. It all started when I invited MC while you and Luke were gone... And well, we had a night to "ourselves" at least that what I could say. But I didn't know what happened that night. I was going to ask MC, but I saw that they were please to what we've done that night. I pretend that I enjoyed it, when clearly I don't remember"

Solomon nervous clench his jaw, and Simeon notice it. He narrow his eyes and frown. "Solomon what have you've done!"

"It was suppose to be a one time spell. MC and I were half way when all of a sudden I heard Luke awake and knocking on my door. I had to act quick since MC was out of it, to drunk in pleasure. So I cast a simple Censor spell. But it seem to work too well and it kinda affected the other part, mostly who isn't MC"

"Wait. You mean to tell me that you put a Censor spell on MC, so now whenever they are having sex with any of us."

"Don't worry! I'm working hard on reversing the curse!"

"You better! Imagine the sexual frustration from this!"

"What do you think I'm moody! All I've getting was nothing for the past month!"

While all this was happening, you were hanging out with Luke by the park playing with Cerberus. Completely unaware of the struggle your lovers are going through.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Birthday Event: My Beloved

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors. This is a rough translation.

Blank, and ageless blogs will be blocked.

Mitsuki asked me when my birthday was, and I told her I didn't know. As a result, I recounted a scene from the royal family in the past.

My birthday was something I didn't pay much attention to and just went along with, but Mitsuki seemed to see it in a different way.

Mitsuki: "I made a bento box today. Look!"

Drake: "Wow, that's impressive."

My stomach growled as Mitsuki opened the picnic basket, loaded with delicious dishes.

Mitsuki: "I made various dishes since you like both meat and fish. There's also a thick-cut bacon baguette sandwich, cheese-salmon quiche, and pudding!"

Drake: "Really? Haha, I'm looking forward to it."

Drake: "I don't get to enjoy your cooking as often as I used to, so I'm going to enjoy it with all my heart."

Mitsuki: "Sure! Please enjoy."

I clasped my hands and reached for the baguette sandwich.

Drake: "By the way, Mitsuki, do you like picnics?"

(I'm glad I get to eat her cooking, and it's nice to have a fun first date as lovers, but...)

She was acting kind of strangely excited, so I couldn't help but wonder about it.

Mitsuki: "Not really, but..."

(Is there something else?)

She paused for a moment, then stared at me before speaking.

Mitsuki: "I really went all out today 'cause we're celebrating."

Drake: "We're celebrating?"

Mitsuki: "Yup. It might not be as fancy as those royal parties, but I really wanted to throw a birthday party for you. So, happy birthday!"

Drake: "-----!"

Drake: "Could it be that today is September 7th?"

Mitsuki: "Hehe, that's right."

I finally understood why Mitsuki was so excited.

(Come to think of it, she's probably pretty worried about me after all that talk.)

Especially since she was such a kind-hearted person.

Drake: "Sorry, but I just randomly picked that date on a whim in the past."

She shook her head when I said that.

Mitsuki: "No, it's fine. I'm glad there was a reason to celebrate. But you know, I don't think the date matters."

Mitsuki: "I'm just happy you're here with me, even if I don't know your actual birthday."

Mitsuki: "So, happy birthday. Thank you for being born."

Mitsuki: "That's what I wanted to convey."

Drake: ".........."

(She's so happy that I'm here and is celebrating me.)

At that moment, a faint memory of "happy birthday" and "thank you" from the past crossed my mind.

(Oh, right. I think someone said something like that to me a long time ago.)

Mitsuki: "Today's celebration isn't about taking advantage of the Queen's birthday or showing consideration for your friends. It's purely for you."

Drake: "Just for me?"

Throughout my life, I had only really cared about my birthday during that party. But now, receiving such genuine feelings felt strangely special and embarrassingly heartwarming.

Drake: "Alright, I understand."

Drake: "You've gone through all this trouble, so I'll celebrate it with all my heart."

With that declaration, she smiled, and I took a bite of the sandwich she had prepared.

Drake: "Mmm, it's delicious!"

The voice I unintentionally let out sounded like that of an excited child.

(I don't want to send her home yet.)

Following that selfish emotion, I invited her to the Seine River after sunset.

I sat behind her and embraced her as I observed her expression.

Mitsuki: "It's beautiful."

(Mn, just as I expected.)

She was mesmerized by the city lights reflected in her eyes.

Mitsuki: "I always love the view from your boat."

Drake: "Mhm. Even when I first took you on a boat ride at night, your eyes were sparkling."

Mitsuki: "Hehe, you see right through me. Thank you, Drake."

Drake: "That's my line, you know."

I rested my chin on her shoulder and hugged her tightly.

Drake: "I was really happy today. Thank you, Mitsuki."

Drake: "Wait, just saying thanks doesn't seem like enough."

Drake: "I wanted to do something that would make you happy, so I brought you to this place."

(Although it may not be enough to match the feelings she gave me.)

As I reflected on this day, old memories resurfaced once again.

Drake: "Hey, lil' fawn. Your celebration today made me remember something."

Mitsuki: "What is it?"

Drake: "My friends congratulated me and thanked me at that party."

(I remembered it thanks to her words.)

That was during the Queen's birthday party.

------------Flashback------------

Crewmate 1: "Captain, when is your actual birthday?"

Drake: "I honestly don't remember. I can't even recall the season."

Crewmate 1: "I see. Well, as long as we can drink, every day could be your birthday, Captain!"

Drake: "Haha! Geez. You were so shy just a moment ago, but now you're all in high spirits."

I laughed heartily, and one of my crewmates offered me a glass of wine.

Crewmate 2: "We'll celebrate two, no, three, no, four birthdays if needed."

Crewmate 2: "You showed us that sailing could be fun and that even pirates can compete with royalty. We're glad we followed you, Captain."

Drake: "You guys..."

Crewmate 2: "I know it's an impromptu birthday, but Happy Birthday, Captain. Thank you for leading us!"

---------Flashback Ends---------

(We raised our glasses again, laughed, and made a fuss.)

Now that I remember, those days were so bright that it hurt my eyes.

I never expected that my heart would be painted with despair after the betrayal that followed.

Drake: "Mitsuki, I'm not willing to be betrayed by someone I trust like you are."

Drake: "But the days I spent having fun and the trust they showed by calling me Captain, I think it's safe to believe that those feelings back then were undoubtedly genuine."

(I'm still not used to saying words like 'believe' myself.)

I couldn't find more fitting words. Besides, I didn't mind feeling this way now.

Mitsuki: "You're right. The feelings that existed between you and your comrades were definitely genuine."

Mitsuki: "I believed that too."

I felt my cheeks relax naturally as she spun the same thoughts.

(She's the one who taught me these feelings.)

(She's really amazing.)

An overwhelming feeling welled inside me as I held her in my arms.

Drake: "Alright, it's settled."

Drake: "I'll officially make September 7 my birthday."

Mitsuki: "Okay! I'll celebrate it next year and the year after."

Drake: "Haha, you're getting ahead of yourself. Today isn't over yet, you know?"

Drake: "I know I'm being greedy, but can I ask for one more present?"

Mitsuki: "Of course! You can ask me anything."

I peeked behind her, and she nodded with a smile.

Mitsuki: "Oh, but depending on what it is, I might not be able to give it today."

Drake: "It's okay. It's something you can give right away."

I traced my finger over Mitsuki's soft lips as if to tell her that it was an unnecessary worry.

Perhaps sensing my desire, she took a small breath.

Mitsuki: "Ah, Drake..."

Drake: "Remember when you asked me what I wanted the other day?"

Mitsuki: "Yes. Back then, you teasingly said you wanted me."

Drake: "My answer is still the same."

(A cute, beautiful girl and my destiny.)

(You're someone I can feel like I belong with now.)

Drake: "I want you no matter what."

(I want only you, Mitsuki.)

As I gazed at her, Mitsuki returned my intense stare and smiled gently.

Mitsuki: "Sure. I'll give myself to you, Francis."

Mitsuki: "Because I'm yours and yours alone."

Drake: "I love you, Mitsuki."

Feeling content, I gently pressed my lips against hers, savoring her warmth.

Mitsuki: "Francis, ah...nnn..."

(Being gentle alone is not enough.)

I parted her lips with my tongue and invaded her mouth.

Our tongues danced together, and she let out a muffled moan.

(Damn it, you're so adorable.)

Her desperate response to the kiss only fueled my desire.

Mitsuki: "Mmm... Francis...?"

I traced my fingers from her belly to her chest and started undoing the buttons of her blouse.

The bloodlust began to show itself, turning me into a fierce beast.

Drake: "Mitsuki."

Drake: "Can I continue beyond this point?"

Suppressing my growing desire, I let my fingertips trail along her delicate neck, and she trembled faintly in my arms.

Mitsuki: "It's okay. You can bite me."

Mitsuki: "Take me even deeper."

Drake: "Mitsuki…"

With her permission, my impulses accelerated.

(My body feels hot.)

(I won't be satisfied until I have more than just your blood.)

Following the desires that emerged from the depths of my heart, I brought my lips closer to her skin.

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium End ╎ Epilogue

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Remus Lupin x fem! reader

Summary: Remus was always the shy marauder but after countless years you know the truth...he's more chaotic than the rest combined

Warnings: swearing, established relationship, post-Hogwarts, mentions of food, eating and Remus’ chocolate addiction, kissing, Remus being wonderfully chaotic, domestic fluff

A/n: 1.8k, i love this so much, thank you for the request! please enjoy x

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You had one eye on Remus the moment he entered the flat, a frantic look on his face that screamed I’ve done or about to do something rather chaotic. It took him a good minute to realise you were in early, sitting on the couch and quietly reading your book.

His face morphs from manic to giddy the moment he spots you “Hi” he greets stopping just before the couch “Are you in the middle of a sentence or scene?” he asks warily like the sweetheart he is, but when you shake your head he practically pounces on you

“Rem!” you squeal, book long forgotten somewhere nearby as Remus tucks his head into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around you while your pinned beneath him

“What? Am I not allowed to hug my girl when I miss her?” He asks when he pulls back, tone playful and teasing as he stares down at you

His dementor wasn’t much of a surprise anymore, that shy boy you fancied from afar wasn’t so shy after all. Turned out Remus was more the quiet confident type…well accept when it came to his looks or his condition, but you and his friends were there to help with that. He was, funnily enough, considerably flirtier than Sirius when he got going, his affections and sweetness wonderfully overpowering at times

You giggle “You saw me this morning” you argue, although you had to admit without him around it always felt like you were missing something

He grins leaning down again to litter kisses between his words “And…that’s…too…long” he finishes with your lips

You copy his actions “And…you…are…squishin'…me” your voice laced with giggles

His eyes widen comedically and he quickly sits back on his knees, allowing you to prop yourself up with your elbows

“Sorry bun” he lets out a little chuckle, cheeks tinting

You just smile “It’s okay, I wouldn’t have minded if I didn’t need to pee” you confess, sliding your feet out from between his legs

“You going now?” he asks with a cute little pout on his face

“That a problem?” you wonder with an amused smile, rasing your eyebrows

“Yup. You can’t go” he shakes his head, moving onto his butt and encouraging you to straddle his lap 

"Why can't i go" you cross your arms, not one inch of you annoyed but you play along

"Because I said so...please" he says firmly before adding the purest, quietest 'please' at the end

You do it, his grip so gentle you could easily escape and when you’re settled his hands find your hips. He nudges his nose with yours, before capturing your lips in a slow, sweet kiss

“Did you really need the loo by the way?” he pulls back for a moment, eyeing you

You nod bashfully “Yeah...but I knew I’d get kisses if I didn’t go” you confess and he laughs

“So, you're saying you'd piss yourself if it meant I gave you kisses?” he poses

“No comment” you shift on his lap, in truth you were already holding it in because you wanted to finish the chapter, which meant now you were really afraid you really may pee

“You really need to go, don’t you?” he whispers and you nod “On you go bun” he kisses your cheek

You smile, granting him the same kiss as you climb off of him and beginning to head towards the bathroom when you spot it

“Rem?” you stop in your tracks, half way from the couch to the bathroom, staring at the entrance way

“Yeah bun?”

“Why is there rope and a basket at the front door?” you turn to him

His eyes widen “Fuck!” he stands up “The cat!” half running over to the door and grabbing the items “Pee quick then then come help me”

“One” you hold up a finger “Don’t ask me to pee quick because that’s too much pressure” you finger points towards him then and he can’t help but chuckle at your adorable mad pout “Two, you’re just assuming I’ll help and three…cat?” you shrug looking more baffled than mad now as your brain is trying to do the Remus logic over why he needs rope of all things 

He holds up his own finger, tapping your nose with it at every point causing it to crunch and he to smile at it

“One” tap “I’ve seen you go lighting fast when you’re late for work. Two” tap “Of course you’ll help because you can’t help yourself, the mystery is too great for you to sit out…and three” that tap earns a playful swat from you “I left the window open in the bedroom while I was showering and the cat got in and I may or may not have scared it and now it’s stuck on the little pole thing a couple floors down” he explains quickly and if you weren't used to his rambles you wouldn't have understood a word

“But why do you need rope?” you question 

“Pee” he orders softly, not answering the question and just points to the bathroom door before beginning to step towards your bedroom

“Rem” you call out with a giggle as he leaves through the door

“Just pee bunny I’ll explain in due time” he calls back

You took a second to laugh at your boyfriend. This wasn’t the weirdest thing he’d ever done, in fact you could even argue this was rather mundane to some of the things he got you roped up in back at Hogwarts.

You remembered the first time it happened, not even two minutes into your third date, coming out your common room when you were dragged through the castle, happily dragged of course, but your growing legs were a lot shorter than Remus’ back then.  The reason for your 8am run was Remus had found a new passage during his morning rounds and just had to show you first…which did result in an unhappy dear and puppy when they found out

After that the things just kept getting more chaotic, something which suprised you but didn't hate, in fact you loved and began to welcome the randomness

You did your business in lighting time and when you entering your shared bedroom you saw Remus flicking the rope upwards and over a pole like he was Indiana jones

“Hi” you greet when you join his side, nudging your head into his upper arm

He turns to you with a smile “Hi bun” he smiles, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead before he holds out the rope without any other context 

“What's this for?” you wonder as you awkwardly accept and hold what you now realise looks like climbing rope

“A pulley system” he says simply as he checks the other end

You were less confused and more mildly concerned at that “A pulley system?” you probe, making sure you heard it right whilst simultaneously entertained

“Yes” he nods, glancing at you 

“A pulley system?” you repeat with more scepticism

“Yes” he glances quickly again, the same sweet voice

You let out a laugh “Rem one of two things are gonna happen with this plan. The first results in both of our deaths, and the second leaves me with rope burn and a dead boyfriend…neither are particularly great” you tell him, a funny kind of smile on your face

He faces you fully, that lovable grin of his in full view “No silly” he scrunches his nose, finger gently flicking down your nose “It’s for the cat” he tells you, holding up basket

Your mouth makes an ‘o’ shape, expression turning bashful as he copies your ‘oh’ before wrapping the rope around one of the basket handle loops, twisting it around the rope before doing the same with the other, making a little cat elevator

“Also…” he eyes you “Rude. I’ve been eating dark chocolate recently…being heathy” he bobs his head voice teasingly mocking yours at the end

“Sorry” you keep one hand gripping the rope while the other wraps around him, head ducking under his arm “So mean of me”

“Terrible” he quips, charmed. Giving you a quick squeeze before pulling away

“How can you ever forgive me?” you say a little theatrically, trying to hold your giggles

“Help me save Arwen” he states, inspecting the rope before dropping it out of the window

“Arwen?” you inquire with a smirk, beginning to lower the basket while Remus pokes his head out the window

“Cute right?”

“Yeah, super cute. Very lord of the rings” you say sweetly, movements haulting as you realise “You already…”

“Bit lower bun…sorry” he interrupts before apologising for the intrusion

You do as he says “That better?” he nods hand curling behind him to signal you to keep going “You already named her?” you ask, continuing lowering it until Remus holds up his hand to stop

“Perfect” he comments clearly watching for Arwen climbing in “Yeah course” he smiles to himself “Bunny?” he calls, tone raising at the end

“Yeah?” you copy it

“You like cats, right?” he asks and you smile, already knowing where he’s going with this

“You want to keep her, don’t you?” 

He blushes, head turning to look at you “Little bit” he admits “Can we?” his eyes turn puppy like, that innocent look paired with those honey eyes is guaranteed a yes and he knows it

“As long as she wants to” you say and his eyes light up, a huge smile taking over his face

“I love you” he declares looking directly into your eyes

Your heart flutters, you know he means it in a I love that you accept how weird I am kind of way but you can't help but tease just a bit

“Because I'm letting you keep the cat?”

“No" he matches your teasing "Oh she’s in” his eyes flick back down, noticing Arwen getting in and he bounces a little on his feet 

Merlin he was so cute

“Rem can you…” you don’t need to finish, he’s alright moving behind you to help “Thanks” you say, slowly pulling up your new fur baby

He kisses your temple “Always” you can feel his smile, cheek settling at the top of your head

“How did you scare her by the way?”

“Ugh” now you can feel his cheeks going pink, the heat radiating off them “I was singing to bowie when I was coming out of the bathroom…with my hair still a little wet and pushed up at the front to pretend I was him and that seemed to scare her” he confesses, needlessly adding the extra details

You press your lips together, holding back your laugh at how cute he is

“Wow...even cats need a warning label for when you're around” you eventually say after composing yourself

“Ha ha” he says nudging his head into yours slightly, more than used to the joke by now

The first time you said it accidently freaked him out, causing him to jump up from your cuddly position ranting about how you knew and leaving you baffled

Let’s just say it wasn’t the way Remus meant to reveal his lycanthropy. Luckily over the years he was able to laugh about it, the term and joke of him needing a warning label used from then as a term of endearment. A way of letting him know how cute and funny you through his chaotic nature was

“I love you too by the way…just in case you didn’t know by now” you tell him, a quaint little smile on your face at you look up and around at him

The smile he wears is beautiful, even after all the countless I love yous it still gets him every time

“Had no clue…maybe you should tell me again” his smile shifts cheeky, one eye on you and the other for the basket

“I love you” you repeat

“One more” 

“I love you dummy” you giggle through it

His mouth drops open “Rude” he scoffs with a little smile

“I love you?” you make it up, words timid and like a question yet somehow firm

He looks at you for a moment

“Forgiven” he says placing a kiss to your nose and forehead before adding a quick "And I love you more"

Your attempt at arguing that he was wrong, that you in fact loved him more, was cut off when the basket appears with the cutest ball of fur poking her head out of it

Yeah...you were definitely keeping the cat

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