#first anon hit the nail right on the head btw ;-)

[castaway-clan]

Rivercall can respond to asks, so does that mean that he has seen a starclan cat? Is that how he knew about Goldrun and the clan?

[kyber-crystal]

learning to warm cold hands || ethan hunt

summary: after a particular mission, sunshine isn’t sunshine anymore, and it worries him. (aka a cliche angst to fluff fic with the following tropes: slightly sunshine and super sunshine, who did this to you, etc)

words: ~1.4k

warnings: angst, brief descriptions of violence, ethan being overly concerned for reader, but not much else asides from that 

a/n: first ethan fic (requested by a lovely anon, thank you!!) and second mission impossible fic! btw, this fic is kind of an AU? i don't have a specific timeline for when it happens, so you can squeeze it in wherever :)

“Y/N, status update?”

“Northwest exit, 430 meters. I have one on my tail. But you know I’m Usain Bolt 2.0! I can definitely outrun this doofus, I mean, I bet my mile time is way better than his. I could've gone to the Olympics, for God’s sake. The Olympics! Where are you?”

“Stay there, I’ll come find you.”

“Ethan, wait, you can't just tell me to—“ You don’t even get to finish before a an explosive sound echoes across the narrow alleyway. You make a sharp left turn but find that you’d just hit a dead end. The door was locked. Shit. You only had one bullet left and there was a guy who was definitely at least twice your weight—and over a foot taller, too—coming after you. You wouldn't even have enough time to reload.

“Y/N. Y/N—“

You don’t get to hear the rest of what he’s saying before the static fizzes out and you lose connection.

“Hey there!” You give the beefy man who’s now mere meters away from you a cheerful smile. “Lovely weather today, don’t you think? Too bad it’s going to rain tomorrow. I love the rain but I hate lightning, because I almost got struck a year ago.”

He doesn't look too happy at this, whipping his gun out without a moment’s hesitation. You squeeze your eyes shut and pray as you slide the bullet in and he pins you against the wall by your neck. 

He brings the gun to your head, and your weapon clatters to the ground. You curse under your breath. You can feel your airways constricting and there's a searing pain working its way through you. 

“You're not going anywhere, princess.”

There's a split-second; a microsecond in which he pauses. Very briefly. You don't think, just do—you knee him in the groin, hard, and quickly grab the knife that's sheathed in your boot. 

Saying one last prayer, you plunge the blade in, not even looking to see if you'd aimed right. He falls to the floor, stumbling, and you then lunge forward to disarm him. 

Another deafening gunshot rings out just as Ethan rounds the corner and finds you there, standing over the man’s dead body like the angel of death. A pool of blood surrounds your feet, and he doesn't think he wants to know if that's yours or his. 

“You made it out alive. Good job out there.”

Glancing over at him, you nod, but don't say anything. You toss him the data files without another word, and board the plane. 

“I'm proud of you.”

More strained silence. Huh, weird… he thinks. 

“Y/N, are you alright?”

No response. Ethan repeats himself again, “Are you alright? Did something happen?”

You strap yourself into your seat and tilt your head back, digging your nails into your wrist. Anything was better than being awake right now…

“Well, someone's uncharacteristically quiet.”

Still no response. Not even a snarky quip like you'd typically reply with. No nicknames, no bickering, no random fun fact you googled on the way over here. “Did you know that a pig can digest an entire human body, bones and all? That makes me think a little extra every time we pass through the European countryside and see one of them.” 

All he gets is silence from your end, and it starts to worry him. 

That’s when he follows your gaze downwards. You're clutching the left side of your abdomen, trying your best not to make a sound. 

His blood runs cold and his eyes darken. You can feel the pure rage radiating off him. 

“Did he hurt you?”

“No…shit…Sherlock…” you croak out. 

“You're hurt.”

No response again. 

“Y/N, what the hell happened out there and who did this to you?”

More silence. 

“Y/N, what did he do to you? How did he hurt you?”

After several more questions and several more failed replies, he forcefully moves your hand aside. Your shirt is stained a deep red and there's a gaping hole much bigger than Ethan wanted to see. 

“You got shot.” He sighs. “Luther, how much longer?”

“Hour and five, but we can get there in 38.”

“Hurry.”

“On it.”

Ilsa brings him a thick roll of bandages. He tries to be as careful as possible as he disinfects and wraps up your torso, but every so often, you wince in pain. 

“I'm sorry, sweetheart, just a few more minutes,” Ethan hurriedly apologizes. “Hang in there for me, okay?”

Once he's done, he sits down next to you and laces your fingers together, giving your hand a squeeze. You let out a shuddering sigh and slumped against him. 

He pretends not to notice your watering eyes, or the crescent-shaped marks in your wrist. Or the way your left foot nervously taps out the rhythm to yours and his favorite song. Or the way your tears leave faint red tracks behind as they slip down your cheeks. 

“I'm so sorry,” he repeats over and over again, “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.”

You don't sleep a wink that night. On any other day in Paris, you'd walk down to the farmer’s market below. You’d pick out Ethan’s favorite fruit and a new beret to have him wear jokingly, and maybe grab a croissant or two. Then you’d drag him along to the Louvre and point out each painting one by one and explain in great detail why you loved them so much. And he’d listen, because he could live purely off the sound of your voice for the rest of his life. He was never one for museums, but you loved them, and because he loved you, he started to love them, too.

But it's dark out, and after what had just happened the other day, you don't feel safe enough to leave the apartment. You tossed and turned for over half an hour before falling asleep, but jolted awake just a few minutes later, shivering violently. There was no way you were going to try and go to sleep again.  

Ethan stirs awake, rubbing his eyes to see a dark figure slipping out the door. 

He's quick to follow you up the staircase and to the rooftop. You're standing there in just a T-shirt (was that his?) and shorts, and it's freezing cold out, but you're sweating and fanning yourself. 

“Y/N?”

You turn around at the sound of his voice. “Ethan…”

“What are you doing up here? I was worried about you.” He makes his way over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, obvious concern on his face. 

You bit your lip and started digging your nails into your wrist again. 

“Talk to me, Y/N,” he pleaded. “Tell me what's wrong.” 

You shook your head, feeling the skin of your wrist beginning to sting. 

“Y/N, please. I want to help you. But I can’t do that when you won't talk to me, so please…tell me what’s going on.” 

“I’m so tired, Ethan,” you finally spoke after a long pause, voice hoarse. “I should’ve—I shouldn’t be here right now, I should be dead because I panicked and I…I almost died. The man, he put the gun to my head and I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. I could’ve sworn to God that the whole ‘thing’ about you seeing your life flash by like a film reel was just a myth but it wasn’t. It scared the shit out of me because I kept seeing the same thing over and over. I thought…”

“What did you see?” he asked, voice gentle. 

“I kept seeing your face. All I saw was your face.” You looked away, suddenly unable to make eye contact with him. Heat spreads across your cheeks. “I know I care about the whole damn team, but you—you’re my future, Ethan.”

He doesn’t say anything in response and instead, leans down to kiss you.

The sudden rush of warmth from his lips being pressed against yours makes you want to forget everything in the world and completely drown in him. This was home, you realized, and this is where I’m supposed to be.

And as the sun rises and spreads a brilliant pale glow over the horizon, Ethan can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was also exactly where he was meant to be. Not fighting bad guys, but rather, standing on the rooftop of a tiny building in the 4th arrondissement with you in his arms and your head against his heart. He thinks he could have a lifetime of this.

“You’re my future, too.”

tags (including those who may be interested! add yourself via this form, if you’d like): @mitchellpete @voguesir @fl0ating @lady-elena-adeline @the-multiverse-of-fandoms @ilsastrenchcoat @joyfullyswimmingface​ 

[pupyuj]

ive read your yves story and it was amazing oh my god.. i wanted to ask if you could write something similar with chaeyoung? (no gp) <3

assuming this is twice chaeyoung, i think i nailed itjdjfjfnfk thanks for the ask, my brain short-circuited writing this 😭😭😭 btw i didnt know if anon wanted dom chaeyoung or sub so i kinda did what i thought was fitting??? hope thats ok!!!

[cw: smut, stepcest, brat taming, degradation, dom!reader (surprise..), fingering, overstimulation, slapping, spanking, masochism too ig]

i imagine chaeyoung would be like this annoying little sister that's somehow still very endearing that you dote on her and become snobby at her at the same time 😭😭 she's definitely a tease too and is not at all subtle with her interest in you, which becomes a problem when family members are around bcs jesus christ, she's relentless with her affection that is definitely not appropriate for someone that you call your sibling 🫣

at first, it was all just little touches and jokes about dating you if the two of you weren't family,, but then it turns into chaeyoung staring at you like she wants to pounce on you, wearing revealing clothing to rile you up, whispering things to you during family dinners, sitting on your lap not-so-innocently, and then touching you everywhere ... but unfortunately for her, you had better control of your temptations than she thought 😩 .. until you didn't??? 👀

what if you're not the nice and adorable (y/n)-unnie anymore when chaeyoung got soooo jealous of you spending too much with this one pretty friend that you had :(( chaeyoung visiting your room one night with a mission in mind while you're walking back and forth doing some chores, getting increasingly annoyed at her ranting and then she just,, disrespects your friend and you snap??? you tell her to take what she said back, but being the brat that she was, chaeyoung says no and y'know.. the classic brat thing to say, "make me."

being the big sister, you should be teaching her a lesson right??? she shouldn't be talking about your friend in front of you like that,, so you had to do something, right?? maybe sit her down and talk to her normally.. but chaeyoung keeps on talking badly about your friend and any ounce of consideration you had for her just fades away and you just,,, hit her across the face w your palm,, you wanted to apologize as soon as it happened but this fucking girl.. she looked at you in the eye and said, "...can you do that again, unnie?"

and you did, in fact, do it again! but this time chaeyoung's shorts were off and she was bent over your bed, whimpering and moaning every time your hand hits her ass. "apologize. you shouldn't talk about your unnie's friends like that." you said in her ear as you pulled her hair back, preventing her from burying her head on your sheets to muffle her sounds. chaeyoung, the little brat, grins despite the pain in her scalp and she shakes her head, "no. i don't like unnie's friends— aghh...!" she's squirming every time you hit her, desperately trying to ease the growing wetness between her thighs. she wanted you to fuck her already,,

😵‍💫 spanking chaeyoung for what seems like forever bcs she absolutely refused to apologize,, her ass so red and her cheeks stained with tears,,, she's sobbing but she wants more, this was everything she wanted from you and there was no fucking way she was going to let the opportunity pass just like that. you were silent for minutes too long, and chaeyoung thinks you might have left the room,, but then she feels her panties getting pulled down and suddenly, she was full.

you forced your middle and ring fingers inside of her without warning and immediately started pounding her at a rapid pace,,, 😩 chaeyoung not being able to hold anything back anymore and just moans loudly,,, tears starting to fall again bcs it felt so good to be fucked and put in her place by her very own older stepsister 😵‍💫😵‍💫

listening to chaeyoung letting out the dirtiest sounds, and her begging for you to go faster and harder and to make her come,,, so blinded by irritation that you start become a meanie :((

"you must be so fucking happy about this, huh?? getting railed by your unnie, just like you always wanted... you're just a good-for-nothing slut..."

"is this the only way to get you to behave? so be it, then..."

"the fuck are you crying for? this is what you were trying to achieve all this time, right? so fucking enjoy it.. because we'll be doing this until you decide to stop being a pain in the ass and apologize."

you were scaryyy,, but chaeyoung loved it.. your words only turned her on even more :(( her coming with a yelp, and then sobbing bcs you wouldn't stop,,, continuing on fingering her even when she turned into a shaking, babbling mess on your bed,, chaeyoung couldn't count how many orgasms you forced out of her that night, and that fact only made her fall in love with you even more,, nasty nasty girl 🤭

would definitely try to piss you off again <3 and again and again and agai—

[kamiversee]

oooOOH okay - the way i forgot abt the songs BUT i'm gonna have to straight up make a playlist for these men (as if i don't do the same thing when i'm writing anywaysss)

incoming YAP SESH

so when you mentioned it in the last chapters, i immediately went back listened to 'sober' [childish gambino] BUT i forgot abt 'die for you' [the weeknd] sooooo he's a mini gojo analysis for that song for all my fellow gojo girlies (RAAA):

'i just can't say i don't love you / cause i love you'

this one is obvi lmao the way bro is like "hey btw i LOVE you" every chance he gets

'you hate that you want me'

bro literally says this almost verbatim when he's like "you shouldn't care abt me" but also "it's not a crime [to miss me] love" (ch45)

'i would die for you / i would lie for you ... i would kill for you'

REALLY seein the references to this one in chapter 45 lmao when he's like "i've done worse, for you" and he's said SOOO many times that he'd do anything for you and is explicitly like "the person i am around you now is not the person who fell in love with you"

so here's where i might be wayyy off base again but - what if the list started bc of something gojo tried to do for you, to show how much he cared about you? so like order of events:

years ago, gojo does something bad (ex: hurting someone, manipulating people in your life he views as "bad") in the name of helping you -> sukuna either catches him or he needs sukunas help -> sukuna uses this info to blackmail satoru

the deal for the blackmail is that you either have to complete this list that's made to hurt gojo so badly by punishing the woman he loves AND turns her against him (which is why gojo is so set on the fact that the reader can't have feelings for him, bc he's the one who's supposed to be punished by this whole thing) OR sukuna will kill gojo

which i know is like BIG but ! think about how gojo is always saying he'd do anything for the reader: he was ready to die for her; he had no intention of doing the list. when he walks in on her in ch1 he's like genuinely surprised that an opportunity like that "presented" itself to him, so he really wasn't planning to blackmail you ever

and when you finish the list, gojo is genuinely surprised and relieved that you finish it (ch45) !!!! he's also said that there was no time limit on it but that there actually was one, that it needed to be done by the end of the year i think??? somethin like that i don't remember but that always felt weird to me, so that's probs what sukuna's deadline for gojo was

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anywhooo i also think sukuna put choso on the list bc he felt bad for hurting him (bc i'm refusing rn to think that choso lied abt the abuse which is the basis of my other theory but it bums me out so i'm just ignoring it lmao) and sukuna saw how obsessed w you gojo was and he was maybe like "hmm ok so this girl must be somethin special" and that's why he was making you hook up w choso !

yap sesh OVER (apologies this got so long and the way i was pulling out citations lmao) i will send more theories when i'm actually awake but i just read your response to my ask and HAD to do a song analysis! love you kami xoxoxoxo

-🩷

Okay this is yap session 1/2 that I’ve received & it’s not as long as the other so I’ll reply normally!!

To start, ty for this theory & semi-breakdown!! I rlly do love reading these ><

1. I LOVE how you broke down the song reference because every lyric from that damn song applies to Mr. Gojo in this fic🙏 Die For You applies more than you guys realize but it’ll make even more sense when we finally receive his backstory <3

2. You & ☃️anon have similar theories with how this whole thing started & it’s fun to see you guys on the right track & nearly hitting the nail on the head ^.^

The first theory about Gojo & Sukuna’s situation is… it’s a wonderful theory, I’ll say that. I will not say if it’s right or wrong but, since TFL is over, I think it’s safe to say you’re definitely on the right track :)

3. The Sukuna & Choso theory at the end is OH MY FUCKING GOD. I’m going to just burn my fic plans atp because I’m pretty sure you guys somehow have access to it 😄 /hj

Anyway, don’t consider that response as me confirming what you just said but DAMN you cooked & the kitchen might be on fire! :3

TO CONCLUDE, ty for the yap sesh, I love u & these sosoosooo much !!

[glowingbadger]

So, having not played the games myself and only knowing about things from wiki and the occasional fanfic referencing in-game events I'm in the unfortunate position of adoring Tellius characters with no outlet. But scrolling down your blog has me thinking because you mentioned wondering about situations where Soren or Volke would get down and dirty. So picture if you will "I almost lost you forever" post-battle sex for Soren and stress-relief sex w/dirty talk for Volke.

oh no Friend Anon you activated my trap card

Volke came to mind first, but honestly, your idea for Soren is like one of the only ways I could even imagine him fucking because of just... how he is as a person lmao. So Soren will be coming in the future, I promise you- I keep wanting a good excuse to write him, after all.

To be clear to others btw, I'm not taking new requests right now, this one just hit me in Some Kinda Way. Which is why the impossible has happened and I'm posting writing two days in a row lmao.

Final side note, I literally can't tell you guys how shook I am that FEH has made it clear that the 'e' at the end of Volke's name ISN'T SILENT?? Like... Vol-keh?! What the entire shit.

** quick little TW for both characters being slightly buzzed

Volke (Fire Emblem PoR & RD) x AFAB Reader

NSFW drabbles 18+

"We- we should... go to a room," you say in a breathy whisper, though you're still tugging the front of Volke's cloak, opening one clasp at a time from where you shakily stand, pinned with your back against the storage room wall, "What if... the owner, or- or the barkeep..."

"The owner of this place owes me a few favors and more than a few back-payments," Volke's voice rumbles at the crook of your neck, "As for the barkeep... I frankly don't care what he happens to see," his hands slide under your tunic and up your back, sending shivers through you, "Do you?"

Instead of an answer, you tug him into a deep, messy kiss, and he groans out his approval. Your bodies are warmed by friction and the pleasant buzz of ale, the aches of weeks spent marching and fighting and surviving melting away with every new inch of skin his hands conquer. You feel the graze of his facial scruff against your skin as his tongue teases yours and his body traps you between him and the wall. You've finally managed to open the various layers of his clothing enough to run your hands up his nicely carved abdomen to his chest. Volke utters another low, masculine groan, and his hands grab your backside and pull you firmly against him. Then, his lips are traveling down the side of your neck, and your head is spinning from the heat, his body, the scent of booze and earthy pipe smoke that lingers on his clothes and hair. When at last he reaches the base of your neck, he presses his teeth to the tender skin, and you gasp out his name, your nails raking down his toned musculature.

"Keep making those cute little noises and we'll definitely attract unwanted guests."

"I- I can't help it, you-!"'

His low chuckle grazes across your skin, and before you realize, he's undone the front of your breeches with a single hand that is now pushing down into them.

"I never said I minded."

"Oh-!"

Your head tilts back and you cling to the front of his clothes as his fingers begin to pulse between your thighs. Perhaps you shouldn't be surprised that his hands are inhumanly dexterous, stroking around your clit at just the right angle, hitting just the right pace.

"So- what... is this gonna run me?" you huff the words out between weak whimpers of pleasure, attempting a confident, casual tone.

"I don't charge for these kinds of services," Volke matches your playful tone, in his own subtler way, "Business and pleasure- you understand."

"Shame, that," you gasp as his middle finger rolls a tight circle around the nub of your clit, "You'd... make a killing... Mmmhh..!"

Volke gives a short laugh.

"I'm flattered."

His pace quickens, his touch just a little firmer, and by instinct alone, your hips begin to shift in time with him. He's silent now as he drives you relentlessly closer to the edge, and with your bodies so close, you can't even look up to read his expression. You can only hold onto him in your desperation to steady yourself while his expert fingers send jolts of electrifying pleasure up your center. If he keeps this up for much longer, your knees may very well give out.

"Volke- ohh- fu-fuck, Volke, I'm-!"

"Don't."

His voice at your ear plunges through you, warming you more deeply than any liquor. Then, he pulls his hand from between your legs, and before you can question him, he turns you by your hips to face the wall.

"I want to feel it when you cum."

You brace your arms against the wall in front of you as Volke holds you with your back to him and his lips at your throat once again. Those skillful hands cup your breasts, squeezing and fondling them for just long enough to appreciate their shape in his palms before he moves on, and you arch back against him as his touch travels down your body. When he returns to your hips, he tugs you back to him so that his fully erect cock ruts against the swell of your ass, and you whimper his name. The way he manhandles you is firm and decisive, but not overly harsh, and never without that sense of control and deadly grace that he's known for. It's making your head spin. You need more. Mercifully, he doesn't plan to make you wait.

Volke pulls your clothes out of his way, then grabs a handful of your ass with one hand while his other works his stiff member out from his own clothing. Without a word or any ceremony, he presses the head of his cock to your drooling pussy, then begins to push inside, holding you in place against his thrust. The bulge of the tip and the slight curve of his shaft have him grinding into you in a thousand incredible ways, and your eyes begin to roll back before he's even bottomed out within you. You've wanted this too badly- the thrill of it all has very nearly wiped any thoughts of battle and training and strategizing from your mind. His member is slick with your release in no time, and he grunts into your ear as he begins to fuck steadily into you from behind.

"You feel good... damn good. Squeezing around me like that... Mmh..." His hips pitch forward, driving him in you to the base, filling you, stretching you, forcing a blissful sigh from your parted lips. The hand fondling your ass grips you more firmly, enjoying the erotic sensation of your plump flesh as it jiggles with every thrust. Then, you feel a quick, sharp slap across your backside that causes you to moan aloud, and Volke plants both of his hands on the wall in front of you. He's warm around you, the scent of liquor still potent on his breath, yet each sensation only heightens that of his throbbing cock plunging deep within you over and over.

"Damnit-" Volke's breath hitches, and he groans as he momentarily eases his pace and pushes his member into you slow and firm, "Can't afford to get... addicted to this."

The words seem more for him than for you, muttered in the midst of his efforts to steady himself. But before you even think to question him, his arm is around you and his hand is trailing down the front of your body. Never easing the persistent sway of his hips, his fingertips stroke across your clit once again, and you let out a desperate, blissful moan. Any concern you'd had about being discovered here has long vanished; the onslaught of pleasure is simply too much to bear. His dexterous fingers tend to your most sensitive nerves while his thick member stretches you perfectly around him.

"Fu-fuck, Volke..!"

"That's it, come on- let me feel it," his cock twitches, throbbing at your deepest point, perhaps provoked by the knowledge that you're so dearly close to release. Then, the sensation rushes through you like a crashing wave, and for a moment, you're dizzy and unsteady on your feet. Bracing yourself against the wall and Volke's sturdy frame, you shiver and whine his name as your cunt flexes around his length and your climax overtakes you. Amidst the overwhelming sensation, you barely register that Volke is panting harshly against your ear, his pace stuttering as he feels you cumming on his cock. By the time you feel yourself coming down from that incredible high, you're still shaking, barely keeping yourself upright as he chases his own satisfaction at last.

Volke doesn't say a word- only traps you in place with your back to his chest and both of his hands now gripping hard at your hips. He thrusts forcefully once, then twice, sheathing himself fully in your warmth until you feel his member pulsing with his own release. The way he's throbbing against your tender and over-stimulated inner walls is a shock to your system, but you rally your strength to stay upright while he pours volley after volley of thick cum into you. He utters an earnest and lustful groan, subtly swaying his hips to grant just a bit more of that intoxicating friction as he rides out the last of his orgasm, having filled you and then some. At last, you're both panting, sighing with the blissful aftershocks as the distant sounds of clinking mugs and rowdy tavern-goers float around you.

"Holy... holy fuck..." you gasp as he finally eases out of you. Volke takes a moment to fix his clothes, then turns you to face him, and you hold onto the front of his cloak while you regain your balance. "You... you pent up or something? You've made a real mess of me..." True enough, his load is already dripping slowly down your inner thigh.

"I'm a busy man. Not a lot of leisure time for someone in my line of work during a war. Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Then, another drink," he smirks, "If you're not spent, anyway."

"Generous of you," you reply, wearing a matching grin while you make a passing attempt at sorting your clothes and hair, "though if you're so busy, I'd hate to take up your valuable time."

Volke's shrewd eyes conspicuously scan your body once before eventually meeting yours.

"As I said- business and pleasure."

[glacialltz]

Zhongli, Venti, Xiao with a S/O who is very can literally find any kind of gemstone or Precious material easy cuz is their in their nature because they feed on them

summary: zhongli, venti, xiao + a dragon s/o who feeds on gemstones

warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

author's note: don't worry, anon! your request wasn't a bother at all! this request is actually super interesting, so i hope i was able to do it justice! you have immaculate taste in boys, btw.

✧.* ✎ if the nintendo direct tonight does not announce a fire emblem remake and/or phoenix wright or nagito komaeda in smash the Baker will become violent

How... curious. Someone like you, Zhongli should have met you long, long ago. Something about you stood out to him immediately, alerting him to the fact you weren't completely human.

Sometimes you would bring him small gemstones as a gift, even before the two of you started dating. Sometimes, he had no idea where they were from, as the gems you presented weren't native to the area or sold at the stores nearby. No, he knew every stone in Liyue, and this was not one of them.

The god of Geo was amused, to say the least. You were interesting and your habit of pulling gems out of seemingly nowhere was the first he had ever seen. He originally decided to simply sit back and watch, observing you quietly as you went about your business.

Eventually, Zhongli watched you feast upon a precious gemstone, his eyebrow rising in intrigue. Finally, with a soft and curious expression, he sat down across from you, a pot a tea set between, and asked you what exactly you were capable of.

And so you told him. You told him about your abilities, the dragon form and the human one, and the gems that sustained you. He was quiet, his hand pressed against the tip of his chin as he listened intently. He said nothing, only occasionally humming and nodding to show he was still listening.

Zhongli's eyes twinkled like molten gold as he gazed at you, delight evident across his handsome features. He was right in thinking you were an interesting being, but his curiosity was far from satiated.

What did your dragon form look like, he wondered, asking you with genuine interest. He wanted to see it, to praise your abilities and form to the fullest of his ability. When you did show him, he smiled widely and humbly, nodding and calling out how interesting you truly were.

You were a gorgeous creature, really, and your form suited you well.

His next question was about the gemstones you ate. It made sense to him now how you were capable of locating them so easily, but he wanted to know more. When you told him they sustained you, did you mean like food sustained a human, or did it prolong your life to the point where you would be on par with an adepti?

When you changed to your dragon form, Zhongli enjoyed sitting beside you quietly. The wind felt nice with his beloved by his side, and he felt joy in knowing you allowed him to see you in both forms of your truest self. Perhaps, if you didn't already know the truth about him, he would show you his form as well.

Yes, there was nothing that sounded nicer to him than flying through the orange-tinted sky at sunset with you, celebrating your love with the beauty that was the truth behind the both of you.

Oh, pretty gem! That was his first thought, honestly. He wasn't overly concerned with where it came from or how you got it, he just thought it was pretty and wanted to tell you. Well, for a moment at least.

When his mouth finally caught up with him, it was nonstop questions. Where'd you get it? D'you have more? Could he maybe pawn one off to try to get some cash for the tavern?...

Venti wasn't overly concerned with it, but he could tell you aren't completely human. He didn't know what you were, but it certainly wasn't human. Well, as long as you keep spending your time with him, it didn't matter to him what you are.

Doesn't mean he didn't have his suspicions, however. He knew he'd hit the nail on the head when he asked you if you could fly and you stiffened up slightly. He laughed gleefully, yelling out a loud, happy, "Gotchu!"

There was no escaping it now, you had to tell him. But his attention was fully on you, listening to every bit of information you had for him.

You really could fly? How fun! The two of you had to do it together sometime, he wasn't taking no for an answer. Whether he was simply gliding along by your side or floating on the wind, he enjoyed looking down at the world around him with you. Honestly, it was one of his favorite ways to spend the day, even more so than napping under the tree at Windrise.

He thought it was pretty cool that you ate gems, honestly. Sometimes, when he brought out an apple to snack on, his face would light up with mirth as he pulled out a snack for you too. Don't be fooled, however, as he sometimes would try to trick you into taking a bite out of a regular old pebble instead.

As flighty as he seemed, however, your secret was safe with him. You knew about him, after all, so if you didn't want anyone but him to know, they wouldn't. He could promise you that.

He knew. There was no escaping his diligent, sharp eyes, no truth he wouldn't be able to scour from you. Despite not being one himself, he knew mortals, and you were no regular mortal.

You were different, but it wasn't really his concern. When you did finally tell him about it, he simply hit you with a basic "I know". It shocked you, honestly. How did he know?

When you told him about what sustained you, he didn't react. Why would it matter to him what you ate? Every creature had something they needed to sustain himself, and he was no different. It wasn't any of his business.

He didn't mean it when he said he didn't care, not really. When out walking, he'd keep his eyes out for something to bring back to you. Would cor lapis suffice, he wondered, deciding to pick some up to bring you. He was sheepish, claiming he only did it because he wanted to thank you for spending your time with him, but you could tell what the real reason was. And you were touched he would go to such great lengths to get something so precious for you that you could easily get for yourself.

The first time you showed him your dragon form, he was really and truly touched. The idea that you would show him something so deeply personal and special struck a chord with him, making his heart feel light and fluttery. When doing so, he reached out to touch your face softly, his eyes gentle as he looked at you in all of your glory. A silent thank you for your trust and an unspoken "I love you."

If you were small enough and not worried about the locals seeing you, he enjoyed the idea of sitting atop Wangshu Inn with you, the sunlight warming your faces. The two of you were both considerably special creatures, not fitting in with the world around you. He took comfort in that, as he took comfort in you.

The moments he spent with you, in dragon form or human form, meant everything to him, and he appreciated the deep level of trust you put forth, enough to bring tears to his eyes... when you weren't there, of course.

Perhaps it was true that the two of you were not like the world around you. One creature who ate dreams and another who eats gemstones. Truly, there was no place designed meant for you. But that was... comforting. The two of you were able to find such a place in each other, and really, that was all that matters.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ

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Triangles | Rio - Berlin

Requested by anon:  Hi! Love your blog btw. Would you mind doing an rio x reader x berlin imagine, where tge reader is tge same age as rio and tgey have a thing going on and berlin lijes the reader and is jealous. Reader is park of the team and plays hostage. And when they have to undress to their clothes berlin cames uo to reader and orders her to do so. And rio is like super angry, but can't do anything avout it to not reveal their relationship and the fact that reader works with them. Thank you.

Word count: 1.5k

Warning: swearing, angst, mention of blood

Note: hi! thank you so much! i hope this is what you meant! hope you like it, enjoy! x

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‘Vienna, 2 minutes out,’ you heard over your ear piece. You were part of the heist, yet your role was to be a random stranger amongst the other hostages. Every detail, every escape plan, every weapon was discussed with you in the room. El Profesor was aware of the risks only one brave hostage could bring, so you were there to keep things cool if things went sideways.

You were also Rio’s girlfriend. You two had been dating since the start of that year, when you met at a convention for technology. When you met you two hit off immediately and had been dating ever since. Little did you know you’d both be asked to do this job, unknowing of the other. But things got a little complicated when Berlin came into the view. You two had had a love affair a couple of years back, but when you parted ways you promised never to talk about it again.

You glanced around and saw your watch counting down the last minute. You were nervous, excited and a little hesitant all at the same time. You wanted to be part of the action, not sit on the floor for six days, but here you were.

When you heard loads of commotion coming towards you, you felt your heartbeat pick up. It was happening. You saw the red suits come into view and you smirked. Guns were held in the air and screams filled the entrance - the alarms loudly ringing in the background. You stepped back a little, wanting to see your boyfriend one last time before you went to the others. You saw one of them approach you and he quickly lifted his mask to kiss you one last time.

‘Promise you’ll be careful?’ you whispered against his lips. He nodded and smiled at you, placing a hand on your cheek.

‘Always, sugar.’

He pulled you away from behind the stairs but not before pulling his mask back on. You saw Berlin burn holes in your head from the side of the stairs. Was he jealous? As you focussed on your role, you trashed in his grip, playing your role as an innocent visitor. He shoved you to all the other hostages and joined Berlin and Tokio. You faked a few tears here and there and tried to mingle with the others. Some of them were crying, some of them were in complete shock and unable to do anything. You felt slightly bad about traumatising them so badly, but you knew the plan and that was to leave without harming anyone.

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It was now a couple of hours later and you noticed they had brought out the red suits, boots and masks. Berlin did his intimidating little talk and you all got a suit. You didn’t want to change in front of him, in front of anyone for that matter. The only man you ever wanted to see your body was Rio. You were a tough girl, but changing in front of people always made you anxious. You caught Rio’s eye when he stood on the stairs, but when Berlin moved in your direction you couldn’t help but desert your attention to him. He stopped in front of you, smirk plastered on his face.

‘Change into your suit, woman,’ he dared. You hated that smirk. What you did all those years ago was a mistake and you were contstantly reminded of that night in your sleep.

‘No,’ you stated, ‘Not here.’

‘Oh, we’ve got ourselves a brave girl on board! Hear that everyone?! This one here thinks she can do whatever she pleases.’ He took his gun and pointed it directly to your stomach. Your stare hardened. Who the fuck did this man think he was?

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rio step forward but Denver quickly held him back. He whispered something in his ear and he turned around.

‘Strip. Now.’ Berlin demanded. You knew you had to, that was the worst part. Being the only one of the hostages not wanting to wear a suit and not get shot would definitely get suspicious. You angrily took of your jacket, your jeans and changed into the suit. You felt embarassed, weak and insecure. That was a dick move and he knew it.

He stepped closer to you when you were done and whispered in your ear, ‘That’s the good girl I know. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, is it?’

You gagged at his words and he quickly disappeared up the stairs. Denver nodded at you and clapped Rio on the back. It had been such a long time since you had felt so vulnerable and for no good reason Berlin kicked you right back to that time. You had to talk to Rio. And quickly.

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You were chosen to work in the offices and count the money. Nairobi was the supervisor. It had been more than three days since you had seen Rio and you had to talk to him. When Nairobi passed you, you dropped a wad of cash on the floor and leaned over, catching her attention.

‘I don’t feel good.. Can I please use the restroom?’ you asked her, raising your eyebrows. She nodded and grabbed you by the arm, not before threatening the other women you were working with.

‘I really need to talk to Rio. Please, Nairobi,’ you begged. She quickly nodded and went to get Rio. Pacing back and forth, you anxiously bit your nails. When the door opened, your heart dropped to the floor.

‘What did they do to you?’ you gasped, running towards him. You held his head in your hands as you inspected his face. He had a bruise on his cheek and a black eye. ‘Please tell me who did this to you, Ani.’

He looked at you through his lashes and winced when you stroked your thumb over his bruise. He looked completely broken, bags under his eyes and shrunken posture.

‘It was Berlin, wasn’t it?’ you asked. You didn’t even have to ask, you already knew. That bastard couldn’t let you go, could he? You huffed and pushed passed Rio. ‘Wait here.’

Berlin was eating when you stomped through the door. He didn’t notice you at first, but when you smacked your hand on the table, everyones attention went to you.

‘To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?’ he smuggly asked.

‘You know exactly why. What the fuck were you thinking? Smashing his face in, just because you can’t let something go that happened years ago? How old are you? 10?’ you sneered. ‘If you’re jealous, just say that. But hurting someone else because you can’t talk about your feelings is fucking ridiculous.’

The room fell silent, your speech even silencing Denver. They didn’t know you had met before the heist and especially about your relationship. You saw his tough façade fade as his eyes flickered from your furious face to the sandwich he was eating. He knew it was wrong and he regret it the moment he saw how broken Rio was. The young adult was terrified and it made him realise he had turned into the man he promised not to be anymore.

‘You seriously don’t have anything to say about this?’ you huffed. ‘You haven’t changed a fucking bit, Andrès. Stay the fuck away from me and Rio or you’ll end up just like him.’

When you left, Berlin felt humiliated. Not that you’d called him out like that, but humiliated to have let his anger take over his common sense. You had every right to respond the way you did, he would have done the same for you. Why did he feel so jealous? He was the one who broke things off, not you. He’d thrown you away like many of his other treasures, yet he couldn’t let you go. Rio was way better for you. He treated you like a princess, talked to you about his feelings and could give you a much better life than he could have given you.

‘So, wanna explain what the fuck just happened?’ Denver carefully asked. Berlin cracked his knuckled and took a sharp breath. They weren’t supposed to know and frankly, it was none of their business either. So he shoved his chair back and went looking for the both of you. The least you deserved was an apology.

‘- a dick.. he won’t do it again, I’ll make sure of that,’ he heard you say soflty. Rio hissed when you wiped away a small drop of blood just under his eye and you remorsefully sighed. ‘I’m sorry, I should have told you.’

‘No, I’m the one who should apologise,’ Berlin stated, stepping into the room. He could see Rio flinch and your stare harden. ‘I’m sorry. I let my anger cloud my reality and I snapped. There was a point where I was you Rio and I regret to this day that I let her go. I got jealous because I realised she was everything that I needed and more, but I saw that too late. I was immature and for that I want to apologise.’

Your eyes softened and you thankfully nodded at him. You turned your attention to Rio who held out his hand to Berlin. Berlin took it and shook his hand firmly.

‘Don’t let her go, Rio. She’s too precious for that.’

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@nkjktk​ - @michaellangdonenthusiast​ - @hamiltonsofcrap - @nicke0115​ - @pinkrapunzel

[yootaesowlwrites]

Friends With Benefits - Daniel Ricciardo

Requested by: Anon.

Request: Hey! Could you please write Daniel Ricciardo x reader where the reader and Dan are friends with benefits but then she gets pregnant and freaks out and thinks maybe Dan wouldn't want to have a child with her because he isn't ready for a family yet and he's this popular f1 driver while she's just a normal girl. So she decided to completely ghost him and raise the child on her own but one of their common friend tells Dan about the child and then Dan confronts the reader that he has actually fallen in love with her and wants to have a family.

Sorry, this sounds very specific. 🤣😅 I absolutely love your imagines btw! 💖💖

A/N: Before you start reading... it starts with smut, okay.

Banner: Pictures belogn to their rightful owners, banner made by me.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, friends with benefits relationship, unprotected sex (Be safe, be smart, be protected), mention of bruising, explicit language, unexpected pregnancy, ghosting.

W/C: 2 665

T/L: @hannahlfleming //

The room felt warm as Daniel thrust into her, sweat coated their skin with the warm temperature surrounding them, the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the sound of her wetness filled the room, load groans from Daniel was the only other sound that bounced off the walls, [Y/n] was in pure bliss but lost in her own thoughts for a moment as well, she could feel his throbbing cock sliding long her wall as they clenched around him, her nails dug into the skin on his back.

It has almost been two years since she and Daniel had started their agreement, they’ve been friends for over eight years and decided to start seeing each other, but only for pleasure, nothing but pleasure for the both of them, neither wanted anything serious at that time and decided to start up their meetups, but as time passed, feelings started to build up, and it wasn’t long before [Y/n] realized she had fallen in love with her friend, but she would never utter a word out loud, afraid that wouldn’t feel the same, afraid that he could end their friendship, so each time he called or left a message, asking her to come over, she agreed while also feeling a slight pang in her heart, would there ever be a chance for them to be more than just friends with benefits.

“You’re too damn quiet.” The sound of Daniel’s voice right next to her ear made her snap out of her thoughts, his thrusts were hard and deep, causing the headboard the hit the wall repeatedly. “Don’t be shy, you’re never shy, I want to hear you scream my name, [Y/n].” The length of his cock brushes against the most sensitive spot inside her, feeling his veins on his cock move along her walls caused her to clench around him.

“I think you might have lost your touch.” [Y/n] breathes out in a teasing tone, Daniel harshly snaps his hips into hers. “FUCK!” The feeling of his cock filling her caused pleasure to course through her veins.

“I lost my touch?” He growls into her ear. “[Y/n], I don’t lose my touch, not with you.” His hand slides along her thigh before moving to the back of her knee, he lifts her leg up and placed it over his shoulder causing his cock to slip deep into to her.

“Fu… ck.” [Y/n] gasps out as she presses her head into the pillows, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her eyelids fall shut, her hands fall away from his back and onto to the bed, twisting the sheets between her fingers as she pulls at it, she could feel her legs starting to shake as the knot in her abdominal tightens.

“I can’t believe you would lie to my face like that.” He whispers in her ear, his lips brushing over her earlobe as he spoke, he lifts his hips, slowly sliding out of her, stopping before the head of his cock could slip out. “You’re unbelievable.” He snaps his hips forward, causing the bed to move away from the headboard after it had hit it.

“DANIEL!” She screams out as fireworks went off behind her eyelids, the euphoric feeling washes over her body as legs shake with pleasure, Daniel’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels her release around his cock, the feeling of her wet warm walls pulsing around him. “DANIEL, FUCK, OH GO—“ He continues to thrust into her as he feels himself edging closer to his release, his thrusts became irregular and sloppy, he throws his head back as a sudden burst of energy goes through his cock as he releases inside her, coating her walls with his warm cum, it was only then when his thrusts stopped, both of them breathing hard.

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[Y/n] sits on her toilet seat in her bathroom, staring at the plastic stick in her hands, she had missed her last period but thought nothing of it at first, but then she started feeling nauseous and slowly started noticing a change in her body, at first she didn’t want to believe it, she didn’t want to believe that it could have happened, but the more her mind raced with the thought as she was on her way to the pharmacy to buy a test, the more it started to make sense.

They had become more reckless during their rendezvous nights, using fewer precautions and less protection, it was bound to happen, but how could she not have thought about this, about the outcome, where and when did she stop taking the precautions, the morning after pill.

[Y/n] runs her fingers through her hair, pushing some of them back, but they only fell into her face again, she had been sitting in the same position for hours now, just staring at the positive pregnancy test in her hand, Daniel is a Formula 1 driver, and a popular once, loved by many and wanted by many fans as well, would he even want a child right now?

“Dammit!” She shouts as she stood from the toilet seat, she placed the stick on the bathroom counter. “He doesn’t need a baby to distract him, I mean, he probably doesn’t even want a baby, fuck, [Y/n]… fucking, stupid, stupid!” She exits the bathroom, her heart pounding in her ears. “What the hell am I going to do?” Her phone dings, signalling that she had received a message, she steps closer to her bed and saw Daniel’s name before the screen went black. “Fucking hell.” She picks up her phone, her finger hovering over the screen, debating if she should open it or not. “Dammit, [Y/n].” She turns her phone off and drops it back onto the bed.

“He doesn’t need this distraction, he has a career to focus on…” She moves towards the full-length mirror in her bedroom, she stops in front of it and places her hands on her abdomen, feeling the small bump that had formed over the past couple of weeks. “I can’t tell him… Can I?” Her eyes lower down to her abdomen. “It is his child… I should tell him.” She looks back up at her face. “No, no, he can’t know, he doesn’t have time for a family… he’s not ready to have one yet.” She moves away from the mirror. “I mean, he’s a worldwide famous driver, and what am I?” She breathes out. “I’m just normal, gosh, I’m too plain for him, why would he want to….” A pout forms on her lips. “Gosh, stop it, [Y/n], stop it.” She sits down on the edge of her bed. “I’m going to have to raise this baby on my own, I just have to…”

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Several weeks passed by and [Y/n] had been ignoring all of Daniel’s messages and calls, she also avoided all the places they usually met up or hanged out as well, she even started going to different stores to avoid accidentally running into him, and for weeks she had been successful at it, but she never stopped to think that she might run into one of their mutual friends at one of the stores, and it just so happened to be Michael, his personal trainer and a very good friend to both of them.

“[Y/n]?” Michael’s voice called out once he spots her, he had seen her many times and could easily tell when it was her and when it wasn’t, she places the pack of pasta back onto the shelf and glances around her before seeing him approaching her, it would take too long the turn the shopping cart around and dash into the opposite direction, if he even caught sight of her trying to escape, he would run towards her and stop her, she could always leave it behind.

“No… no, I need these things.” She mutters to herself before taking in a deep breath, she faintly smiles at him. “Michael, Hi.” He stops a few steps away from her, ready to ask why she hadn’t been around in a while and why she had been ignoring Daniel.

“It’s been a while.” He says as his eyes move over her, taking in her appearance before his eyes stop on her lower stomach, his eyes move a little lower and notice her feet, his eyes move back up to her face, she knew that he wasn’t an idiot, he was a professional trainer and trainer for medical emergencies, he was most likely also trained to notice the signs and with the way his expression changed, she knew that he knew. “Do you want to tell me or are you going to le the guess why you’ve been ghosting Daniel?”

“I think you already know, so you don’t even have to guess.” She says. “I’d make a fool out of myself if I tried to lie to you because you can clearly see the signs.” He lets out a sigh and nods his head.

“I want you to confirm it.” He says, she sucks in a deep breath between her teeth while nodding her head, she brings her hand to her head and runs her fingers through her hair.

“I’m pregnant.” She says. “And before you ask, it’s his.”

“So why are you avoiding him?” He asks. “He has the right to know about his child.”

“He’s a worldwide famous formula 1 driver, and what am I, Michael?” She suddenly spits out. “A nobody!” She answers before he could open his mouth to respond. “Does he even want a family right now? Because he’s so busy with his career and travelling around to do his job, I’m sure that he doesn’t need the distraction!”

“You wouldn’t know unless you ask yourself, will you?” He asks. ‘His answer might surprise you, he might just want a family with you.” The number of nights Michael had to listen to Daniel confess his undying love for [Y/n] and how he would do it the net time he sees her, and then end up never doing it, and for the past few weeks, it had become more frequent. “He deserves to know, and you know that.” [Y/n] lets out a huff as she feels tears beginning to build up in her eyes.

“You’re going to tell him, aren’t you?” She asks as she avoids eye contact, looking at everything, except at him.

“He deserves to know, and you’ve had weeks to tell him,” Michael says. “I wondered why you suddenly disappeared from all our gathering, I understand now… you knew that I would notice it.” Her mind slowly became overrun with guilt. “You know, you can’t decide for someone else, you can’t decide if he’s ready or not, or if he wants a family or not, that is his choice.” She slowly nods her head as she feels her tears slide down her cheeks, his words sinking in. “Get home safely, I’m sure Daniel will be there tonight.”

She couldn’t stop him, he was right, she had weeks to tell him, but she was too scared of his reaction, and she was a coward for letting Michael tell Daniel, but she would chicken out at the last minute and decide not to tell him, and he seemed to know that, but the truth had to come out, and she had to face the consequences.

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The sound of her heart pounding loudly in her ears was the only thing she heard as she approached the door, she had expected him to show up right after Michael broke the news to him, and had been preparing herself ever since she returned to her apartment, but no matter how long she prepared herself, she would never really be prepared for the confrontation.

Time felt like it had slowed down as she neared the door, her footsteps felt slow, and it felt like it took her hours to reach the door, she wasn’t sure if she was moving that slowly or if it was her nerves messing around with her, her hands shakily unlocks the door before grabbing the doorknob and twisting it open, a cool breeze blows into her apartment before she was met with Daniel’s musk, her eyes slowly move up his torso before meeting his dark brown eyes, usually they were filled with joy and warmth, but right now, they were covered with concerns and nervousness, maybe even a hint of anger, she takes in a deep breath, breathing in the scent of him, the scent that she missed so much.

“Daniel.” She breathes out.

“[Y/n].” He says, she steps out of the way and allows him to enter her apartment, she closes the door once he was inside and slowly turns around to face him. “Michael told me.” He says as he turns around to look at her, she nods her head and brings one hand to her other arm, wrapping her hand around her elbow, squeezing it nervously. “Is it true?” She nods her head once again.

“Yes.” Her voice was quiet as she spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, his voice much louder than before. “Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” She takes her bottom lip between teeth and nervously nibbles on it. “Dammit, [Y/n]!” Her eyes meet his. “It’s like you don’t know me at all!”

“I didn’t want to disrupt your life with a baby!” She suddenly says, her voice louder than before. “I just thought it would be better if I just disappeared and raise the baby on my own.”

“Why would you even think that?” He asks. “Why would you even think that I want you to disappear? You should have told me, asked me if I wanted you out of my life or not.” She shifts her weight onto one leg as her eyes fall to the floor below. “I don’t want you out of my life, I don’t want you to disappear, I want, no, I need you in my life, with our baby, with our child.” She lifts her head to look at him, shock at his words, she had been preparing herself for the worst, never once thinking that he would want her, want them. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you these past few weeks? I thought I did something to upset you, to make you mad at me.”

“Do… do you really… want this… want us?” She asks, her voice shaking as she spoke.

“I do.” He says. “Do you want me, do you want me to be part of your life, of our child’s life?”

“Yes, of course!” She quickly says. “Of course I want you to be part of our lives, I was afraid that you didn’t want to be… I mean, Daniel, you’re you, a world-famous driver, and I’m just plain old me.”

“And what’s wrong with being you? Being plain?” He asks. “You’re everything I want, [Y/n]. He takes a step towards her cueing her to swallow, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. “It’s been years since we started our arrangement, and I ended up falling for you, breaking our only rule, but I know for a fact that you’ve fallen for me as well.” He moves closer to her. “And don’t even try to tell me I’m wrong, because I know I’m not.” He gently pushes her up against the door. “Let me be part of your life, of our baby’s life, because I want this, I want you, I want a family with you.” He leans closer to her. “Because I fucking love you, and I don’t plan on leaving you or our kid behind for my career.” She stares into his eyes. “Do you want me?” she licks her lips.

“Yes.” Was the only answer he needed before he brushed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply and with passion, he would make sure to remind her each day, that he wanted her and nobody else.

[fandomsnfluff]

Hiiiii may I request Mammon with 6 (scenario) and 10 (sentence starter)

[It can be with whoever btw it doesn’t have to be mc]

I know you did a mammon one not too long ago so no rush ◡̈

not a problem at all anon!! <3

tickle prompts/scenarios

6: a pillow fight turns into a tickle fight 10: “Come at me bro!”

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It was yet again one of those nights where one of the brothers suddenly sprang an idea on you, seemingly out of the blue. Except, it wasn’t a particularly hard task.

In fact, it seemed rather fun.

Mammon had texted you at around midnight, and you were all curled in your bed ready to go to sleep. Except you weren’t able to fall asleep; it was as if something was nagging you on the inside to get up and walk around. It was as if the text, an offer for the two of you to spend the night together, completely saved you from your inability to fall asleep. The second born was naturally energetic, so you hoped he would help you burn off some of your own pent-up energy so you could sleep the night away.

You grabbed your pillow and a blanket and headed off to Mammon’s room. You knocked on the door three times, and a voice responded from the other side, “It’s open!”

The instant you opened the door enough to show your face, he was immediately off the couch in his room, bounding up to you in excitement and grabbing your arms to pull you back to where he was sitting. “I know exactly the thing that we can do together,” he exclaimed, and he gestured to the pile of DVDs he had stacked on the coffee table. “I gathered enough movies to keep us occupied ‘till the break of dawn. So get excited!”

“Will we be able to stay up for that long?” you wondered aloud. You felt like you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep any time soon, but who knows; in a couple hours time you may feel like passing out for the following ten hours.

“Trust me,” Mammon assured you. “They’ll all grab your attention so ya won’t be able to look away!”

You shrugged, deciding to just go with it and watch how it played out. You took your seat on his couch, and as soon as he popped in the first disc, he sat on the other end, crossing his legs and leaning back against the arm rest like he really owned the place.

Was he right about grabbing your attention the whole time? Eh...somewhat. The first half hour of the first movie had you practically at the edge of your seat, but the filler scenes weren’t sticking with you very well; it soon became a very slow-paced movie.

The room was dark, and you figured you should look at something else to refocus your attention. You reached into your pocket to grab your D.D.D, and you pretended to check the time; in actuality, you wanted to sneak in a quick game of Sudoku to help refocus your energy.

However, it soon became clear that Mammon knew exactly what was going on, for something heavy and soft hit you upside the head; it took you a moment to register that he had hit you with a pillow. “Oi,” he hissed. “We’re supposed to be watching a movie right now.”

“I know that,” you shot back at him, and you smirked before grabbing your pillow and throwing it back towards him in retaliation. “I’m just checking something, is all.”

But the demon didn’t seemed as interested in what you were saying as what you had just done. He blinked in surprise before the corners of his mouth curved into a deadly smirk, which really began to highlight his naturally demonic features (well, he was a demon). “Ya think ya can challenge THE Great Mammon to a pillow fight?!” he hissed, his voice coming out in a threateningly low tone.

You didn’t expect him to take that turn, but there was no way you were going to back down from that. You straightened up and puffed out your chest. “Yeah, I do. Come at me bro!”

The challenge was immediately responded to. You reached over to grab your own pillow, but Mammon was faster, and it was in better reach for him since you had just thrown it at him. You were unarmed, but the demon had two whole pillows. He chased you around the room several times, nearly cornering you twice before slowing down after realizing you were running out of breath. He then launched both pillows in your direction and, due to his strength, hit you in the back so hard that they sent you toppling to the ground.

Mammon was instantly on top of you, pressing his legs against your sides to keep you steady as he grabbed both pillows and began to wail on you, the soft objects coming down against your face and your chest. You could tell he was trying to be gentle, since he knew that his strength greatly overpowered yours, but it still wasn’t enough to get you to call out for a truce. In fact, you had another trick up your sleeve; Mammon’s legs were within reach of your hands, so as soon as you managed to grab hold of one of his thighs, you found where his legs were tucked underneath you, and you managed to start weakly scribbling your fingers against the socked sole of his foot.

The demon let out a squeak of alarm and began to grab at your arms, trying to move his foot out of your grasp, but as soon as he toppled over so he could kick his legs out, you managed to grab onto both of his ankles, beginning to rake your nails along the socked soles of his feet. The squirmy demon burst into panicked laughter, kicking out the best he could considering the position on his stomach that he was laying in. You moved to straddle his back so you could have better access to other spots, but he squirmed underneath you.

“MC!” he gasped. “P-please! No more!”

Too bad, you started it, you thought to yourself, before digging into the hollows of his underarms. Mammon shrieked, bursting into shrieky laughter, kicking at your back with his feet and trying to grab into your wrists to get you to stop. But you were too fast; you tested every spot that you could reach, digging between his ribs and squeezing at his sides, even playfully scribbling your fingernails across the back and sides of his neck from time to time.

As soon as Mammon’s laughter went silent, you figured it was because he was too tired to keep screaming out for his life, but the instant you heard a loud and strained “STOP IIIIIIIIIT!!!!” rip from his throat, you figured he had had enough, so you doubled over, giggling.

“You did that to yourself,” you teased, standing up and watching him roll over onto his side on the floor, panting.

“You started it!” he shot back.

“No, you were the one who threw the first pillow.”

“But ya asked for me to go at you.” The last part of the sentence sounded like a crappy impersonation of you, so you moved back to him, reaching for his sides, and he screamed. But you pulled away, giggling to yourself.

“All right. If you want to keep going, we can do that.” You grabbed your pillow that had since been abandoned on the ground once you had begun your tickle attack earlier.

Mammon didn’t seem like he had the energy to comply. So, instead, the two of you spent the rest of the night on the ground, sharing things on your D.D.D.’s with each other, the movie forgotten. And maybe you hit him on the head with a pillow a few times.

[t4tbruharvey]

ok but them meeting only as adults could work so well, too - especially with the new Bruce. Because Bruce has this good safe friendship with Gordon when he's Batman (it's been only about two years and yet they're clearly very comfortable around each other and care about each other a lot - I mean Gordon suggested getting punched in the face just so bats can escape after all) but that's when he's Batman and he clearly doesn't want to get too close to Gordon as Bruce out of fear that he might realize who he is (I've got thoughts on Bruce and his mask in comparison to Harvey but those are for some other time), which means that when he's Bruce in public he has no one. He's all alone in an environment that clearly makes him uncomfortable and that he doesn't enjoy being in (he'd rather just stay in his cave all day) and judging by how much of a recluse he is in the movie he probably doesn't even really know how to behave around people without coming off as strange and off putting (and he never cared about it either but now he has to to be able to make a change as Bruce) or how to put on a happy/charming mask either. But judging by the way he interacted with Selina this Bruce clearly does want human contact (even if he'd deny it) so I feel like if he met someone who, similar to Gordon, immediately seems trustworthy and open and safe, someone that notices his discomfort (because he also knows how it feels to be scrutinized) and who decides to step in and do the uncomfortable parts of socializing for him (like how Gordon interacts with the other cops so Batman doesn't have to) ? I think they'd hit it off with each other immediately. And even better that this new friend also knows exactly how to traverse the social circles and can teach Bruce how to do the same. Someone that knows weirdly much about how to build a perfect persona as a mask to hide your true, hurt self that you don't want the world to see (also lmao for some reason the song Iris by the GooGoo dolls just popped into my head??? and it...fits...really well actually. Huh). Basically what I'm trying to say is: Introvert Bruce gets adopted by "extrovert" Harvey, who -due to being really good at reading people thanks to all the practice of trying to be this perfect guy and please everyone he meets- immediately realizes that Bruce would rather just be invisible and feels an immediate kinship with him because of it and wants to help Bruce like he wishes someone had helped him, while on the other side Bruce is thankful to have found someone that feels safe and doesn't judge him or treat him like a celebrity but instead just treats him like a normal guy (which btw is why I think he likes Gordon so much, because he treats him as 'just a guy') . Anyways. Bruce and Harvey as star crossed friends (...or more)

(and them ofc Bruce not knowing how to react when he does eventually find out about Harvey's 'hidden' self and his actual mental state, so he questions their past interactions (because he realizes that the whole time Harvey has seemed so put together but actually secretly has just been going through it™️ and Bruce doesn't know how to deal with that knowledge, because he's never considered that other people - especially people that always seem happy, stable and put together - might actually be hurt and broken, too - continuing the theme the first movie set up of "Bruce was so absorbed in his own grief he never cared to realize what things are like for other people and now gets his eyes opened up to the reality that other people are complex and have their own problems as well") but also has a "self recognition through the other" moment with him? )

hiii good morning <3 i hope you're doing well today anon :)

you're so right about gordon like you really hit the nail on the head with that one and it would be really cool to see harvey fill that niche in public and having to build it from the ground up. which is another thing! if they didn't know each other prior then it's an uphill battle and it would be soooo so bitter if they managed to be properly open with each other even though they're both so guarded in public, and THEN have all the stuff about like, hey, harvey's actually incredibly maladjusted same as bruce he just hides it really well!

and also the 'treats him as just a guy' LEGITIMATELY is something i'm so interested in. if they meet as adults there's no baggage and like tbf if they were childhood friends harvey's more likely to see bruce as a person first and gotham's prince second but equally it's just SOOO delicious if harvey sees bruce as a normal person despite knowing next to nothing about him. (which, uh. is why i made a notting hill au post in the throes of my delirium yesterday)

ALSO UR RIGHT iris by the goo goo dolls is SOOOO fitting augh. i'm listening to it now and yeah that's the exact vibe. ur killing me here. god i need bruce to have a tragic friend (OR MORE!!!! im t4tbruharvey for a REASON)

anyway <3 ty anon i would LOVE to hear your Thoughts™ on the differences btwn their masks as teased in the beginning of the ask...

[imagineurfavs]

Morning Sex with Pentagon

“i really like the pentagon cock warming post ♥︎♥︎ so i was wondering if you could do a reaction with pentagon about morning sex btw i love your work 🥺♥︎ can i be anon 🥺”

A/N I think i might have got a little carried away with a few of these i- sorry if theyre a little long. Also it’s just past 4am here as i post this...I started writing this at 11pm...wow...goodnight yall skjgsljg

(under a keep reading just bc smutty and long lmao)

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Jinho: You hear him grumble slightly as he began to wake up slowly, his hands immediately searching for you next to him. His warm fingertips resting lightly on your thighs, squeezing them slightly to see if you were awake. “Good morning~” you groan, barely awake, trying to turn to face him. His grip on you stops you from turning over, keeping your back against his chest. “Morning, darling” his groggy voice echoing throughout the room as he shifts him body closer to you, your butt now pressed up close enough against him for you to realise exactly why he was so touchy this morning. He’d push into you slowly from behind, planting open mouthed kisses over your neck and shoulder blades. A free hand snaking over your hips, rubbing light circles on your clit. The pace would remain slow and deep, low sighs mixed with declarations of love falling from his lips with every thrust. He tries to hide his moans as he cums by biting down on your shoulder, leaving a hickey that’s sure to last a while. He stays inside you until you both come down from your highs, only then slowly pulling out of you, letting out a soft giggle “it is a good morning, isn’t it...”

Hui: Hoetaek is surprisingly chipper in the mornings, and times like this are no exception. His hands wandering all over your body, resting longer and lightly tickling any bare skin he can reach. “How are you still so pretty first thing in the morning” he says between kisses, the smile evident in his voice. He rests his forehead against your own as he pushes himself slowly into you, your legs raising to wrap around his waist. His morning voice, soft yet gravelly, speaking quiet words of love into your ear as he rolls his hips against you. He lifts one of his arms up, grabbing the headboard behind you to help him hit that area inside you at just the right angle. Your legs begin to tighten around his body as you feel that familiar heat start to build in your stomach. Even the slightest clench of your walls around him was enough to send him over the edge, the snapping of his hips getting sharper and sharper until you're both a shaky, breathless mess. Even with your limbs tangled together, sweat sticking your bodies to each other, he refuses to move from you until you assure him you’re totally satisfied. “I love you y/n, but we’re both so sweaty and gross right now, you want me to run you a bath?” he remarks as you playfully smack his chest

Hongseok: On particularly bright days, when even the closed curtains couldn't contain the rays of the sun, something about how the soft golden light hit his skin stirred something deep within you. You plant a light kiss on his cheek, thinking he was still asleep, only to have him wrap his arms tightly around you, making you essentially fall on top of him. “I could feel you staring at me” he says with a low chuckle, eyes still closed. “Well, stop being so beautiful then, and I won’t have to stare” You reply, pushing yourself up to lean above him. But before being able to fully extend your arms, he clamps you in his embrace and flips the two of you over, his large form now hovering over you. His eyes still heavy with sleep, locked with your own as he trails his hands down and past your stomach. He placed his lips lightly on yours, shaky breaths fanning over your face as he lets out quiet coarse moans. Moving slowly inside you, every thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He finished with one last sharp thrust before rolling to your side, keeping one hand locked with yours. You lay together, getting your breath back to normal, the small beads of sweat catching the morning sunlight which illuminated you both in the most beautiful way.

Shinwon: Say hello to lowkey submissive needy Shinwon lmao. Not opening his eyes even once, he’d pull you up to straddle him whilst keeping his lips locked with yours. He’d run his hands up and down your back, keeping you flush against his broad chest. With even the slightest bit of pressure from your hips down onto his, he’d let out the tiniest little whines, his eyes screwing shut. He was already hard just from making out so he’d try his best to get you to speed things up. “Please baby, I- fuck, please” he’d moan quietly starting to pull his boxers down his legs, hoping that you’d take the hint. As you sink yourself down onto him, he grips your hips so tightly the ends of his fingers turn a pale white colour, his formerly sleepy visage contorting with pleasure, as his breathing begins to catch in his throat. You can feel that he’s getting close to finishing as he starts to buck his hips up to meet yours, holding you in place above him. He cums with a series of sporadic thrusts, letting out a choked out moan of your name, before pulling you down to rest atop him. He rolls you over so you're laying opposite each other, tiredness coming back to his face once again. Good luck convincing him to get up lmao.

Changgu (Yeo One): He’s positioned himself above you, running his hands lightly down your side as his eyes bore into your own. “I love getting to wake up to sights like this...you’re so beautiful” he says as he brings a hand up to gently tuck some hair behind your ear. He’d throw the covers back over you both as he kissed his way slowly down your bare stomach, still feeling somewhat exposed even though you were the only two people present. Settling his face between your legs, he looks up at you with his large eyes as he works on you with his mouth, stopping just before you reach your climax. He’d make his way slowly back up your body, professing his love for you between each kiss to your exposed skin. His lips finally meeting with yours, tongues clashing as he pushed himself into you almost agonisingly slowly. His pace picking up slightly as he feels you begin to clench around him, his increasingly strained moans being swallowed by your mouth until he pulls away for breath. Your orgasm washing over you both as he stills inside you, remaining there together, catching your breath for what feels like an eternity. He flops over to lay beside you, pulling you into his embrace, his chin resting atop your head “I dont wanna get up...we can just stay in bed today, right?”

Yanan: His alarm was sounding in the background as he pulled his hands away from your body for a second to silence it “Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind being a bit late” he muttered as he brought his hands back to their position on your ass. His eyes return to their fixed spot on your chest, watching intently as you bounced on top of him. His eyes would start to flutter back closed, snapping open every time you moved on him in a way that sent jolts of electricity surging through his body. His breaths getting faster and higher in pitch the longer you remain on top of him. He pulls himself to sit up so you're in his lap, wrapping his long arms around your torso as you grind your hips against his. Your fingers finding purchase on his broad shoulders, digging your nails in slightly as he starts to thrust up to meet your hips with his. A long whine of your name signals his impending orgasm as he spills inside you, pulling you both down so his back is on the bed with your chest flush against his, a few final thrusts from him tips you over the edge as he holds you still against him. With his breath still shaky he looks up to meet your eyes “I’m already late...why dont I just take the whole day off...?” 

Yuto: Having you ride him in the morning is honestly Yuto’s favourite way to start his day. The sunlight breaking through the gap in the curtains casting shadows on your body, the sounds of the world waking up around you whilst being none the wiser about what was happening in this room. It made him feel on top of the world. His low morning voice guiding you through every move you made, giving you encouragement with every swivel of your hips “Fuck, just like that, princess” he says through gritted teeth, eyebrows knitted together “What did I ever do to deserve you” The second he found himself moving closer to orgasm, he wraps his arms around you and flips you both over so he now above you and has full control over the pace. He grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he increases the speed to his usual fast pace. Now that you’d fully awoken him, sleepy soft Yuto’s words of praise were replaced with stern remarks designed to push you over the edge “You just couldn't wait for me could you” “You really needed me first thing in the morning didn’t you, you naughty girl” He sucks hickeys into your chest as he thrusts himself into you over and over, a low growl coming from deep within his chest as he cums, working his fingers over your clit at an unholy speed, helping you reach your high alongside him. He lets out a quiet low giggle as he comes back to his bashful self, uttering a quiet “good morning baby” into your neck.

Hyunggu (Kino): Hyunggu’s sleeping form would be sprawled out across your own; his legs tangled with your own and his face buried in your neck. Thinking he was still asleep, you attempt to slide out from under him before feeling his lips press against the soft skin of your neck "good morning baby” he says with a groan “don't get up just yet" the neediness in his voice audible as he shifts himself so his face is centimetres from yours. He’d be surprisingly intense, given that the both of you had not long woken up. His kisses would be strong and fervent, his hands moving quickly down your body, past the waistband of your underwear. But there was still a gentleness to his touches. A softness in his eyes that let you know how how much he treasured getting to wake up beside you, to see you like this first thing in the morning. His movements are fluid and soft, but still hit the same magical spot he managed to on any other day; even half asleep Hyunggu truly knew your body like nobody else. Feeling himself get closer and closer, he moves his hand down your body until he reaches your heat, his thumb beginning to rub slow circles on your clit, trying to help you to reach your peak together. He watches for the signs that your orgasm is fast approaching, which he recognises well; suddenly increasing the speed tenfold for only a few seconds until he feels your walls clench around him. Resting his sweat covered forehead against your own he pulls his face away from yours “...shower?”

Wooseok: Your hand rests on his chest as you open your eyes to him quietly calling your name. He takes your smaller hand inside his and guides it down his body until you feel how hard he is inside his sweats, to which he looks at you with his big doe eyes “gimme a hand?” You begin to slink your body down his large frame, kissing his stomach as you go, only for him to stop you half way “no...not like that. I need you fully” his low voice sending shivers down your spine. He crawls on top of you, trapping you within his long limbs. He winces and his breath catches in his throat as you raise you leg, your knee brushing against his sensitive length. He kicks off his sweats and discards of any clothes of yours getting between him and your core. He pushes himself into you slowly, letting you adjust fully before continuing “you good?” his low, sleep filled voice asks before pulling himself almost all the way out. Your hands grab onto him, holding his biceps firmly as he moves in and out of you, your nails leaving small crescent shapes in his skin. His thrusts get more and more sporadic as his high approaches quickly, he was already half way there before you’d even woken now he was finding it harder to hold on much longer. He pulls out quickly, replacing his cock with his fingers as he helps you chase your high. He works you through your orgasm, your grip on his arms getting tighter as you cum on his fingers. “Fuck...thank you baby...I really needed that” he says with a sigh as he falls back onto the bed, eyes falling back closed.

[the-last-cuddlebender]

I wish you would write a fic where Aang is just flustered and is amassed at katara while she’s just doing nothing ❤️maybe after the balcony kiss (btw your my favorite fic writer 💕)

*smacks table* *kicks a chair over* *screams into the void*

(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) NO YOU’RE MY FAVORITE, ANON😤❤💕💖

Ngl tho, this prompt and one other have been haunting me for so long oml I just for the longest time drew complete blanks like...just nothing came to me. Nada. I even tried getting a legit 12 straight hours of sleep to turn my brain off and back on again but nOpE. I really wanted to keep it related to after the balcony kiss since I wanted the challenge, but gosh did it fight me. My brain go poof I hope you’re happy for making me question everything, Anon lol

Anywho, I love and cherish you, Anon, you bean, you godsend, you magnificent angel, you🥰~ I hope you enjoy the fic!!!

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Aang kneaded his right thumb into his left palm. The scars there were small and white and hardly noticeable unless he held his hand right to his face.

It was peculiar, to say the least. Only the hand that received Ozai’s lightning bore a shadow of his opponent’s cold fire. The belly of his palm was a memory of death barely avoided, but he tried (...tried…tried very, very hard...) to imagine the milky pattern on pale skin as looking like a leaf’s veins when held up to the sunlight.

Aang rolled his lip between his teeth. He was going to tear something if he crouched for much longer. The scars burned without burning, and he wasn’t sure which fate was worse. Was it even considered a scar if it was never open? It was just there after the battle like it was a maker’s mark on a finished piece.

Katara would know—there was little that she didn’t know—, but she had been far too exhausted for him to even consider asking—

Katara...

Aang’s face burned like the fire she lit in his cheeks was eternal.

If he was perfectly honest, he didn’t remember feeling the kiss.

He only remembered how the kiss felt.

Because remembering the moment when Katara redefined what happiness felt like was a moment Aang would never forget.

His shoulders rose to his ears; his face smoldered as giddy magma crawled up his neck. He teetered to one side when thoughts of her shifted gravity. Maybe it was a good thing that he was crouching, after all.

Katara…

...But then he looked at his estranged left palm and the new maker’s mark that it bore.

...And his heart crisped and flaked into ashes piling in the pit of his chest.

The scarring changed nothing but uprooted everything. It was a cancer, black and numb on his hand, like it was suffering from frostbite and needed to be removed.

The estranged left palm that saved his life was the same hand Katara held—all those months ago—when they kissed that day in the dark, trapped and alone, in an inky-black Earth Kingdom cave.

The kiss was a gentle waltz turning into a speedy tango, but her hand on his was the tug to lift him out of his chair. It was the strike of flint and steel that burned away the cobwebs in his heart and brushed aside all dust to welcome something new.

...Katara...

Sokka had interrupted before Aang could ask her to be his girlfriend. Time was an illusion, but time was precious. Memories framed in moments were the beginnings of beautiful new somethings.

What they were, though...

He really hoped Katara knew better than him. Of course, she would—there was little that she didn’t know.

Did the kiss make it—them—official? They said more in words unspoken than words said aloud ever could, but they hadn’t had a moment of peace since then. Surely, he had to ask her. He really, really wanted to, too. It didn’t feel right to celebrate an anniversary without a proper date—Spirits, he and Katara were gonna have an anniversary, oh Spirits—

Aang’s palm stared back at him. Embarrassment hit him like a skybison at full-speed.

Katara had nearly killed him during the meeting that morning.

Holding his hand—that hand—under the table was toying with whatever gave his heart reason to beat.

Aang had hugged her times a-plenty, but he had never held her hand in that way for that long. It eclipsed their kiss and left him powerless like a suddenly doused fire.

...It had felt like he was poisoning her—like he was touching her with an open wound. 

Aang slumped a little more in the corner of the balcony and stared at his callouses like they could tell him what to do.

The sunset was a smirk mocking his plight, but the moonrise was a gentle grin trying (...trying…trying very, very hard...) to heal his hurts.

Katara hated holding his hand. He felt that she did. She muted the room for him when she touched him; it brought her every reaction into stark relief. He had briefly wondered if that was what Toph felt like when she sensed when someone was lying.

Katara had stiffened. She even shifted like she couldn’t get comfortable. The breath that left her was fast at first like she was just told bad news. Her exhales after that were deep and almost seething.

...The worst part was when she wouldn’t look at him. She only glared about and around them.

Aang slumped from his crouch until his rear hit the ground. His right thumb stayed married to his left palm, and the white lightning stung tender like something freshly burned. He only partially wished that he had the top of his robes on when the thought of her regretting him cut the strings that held him together; he was a puppet collapsing against the balcony wall and sliding down gritty concrete. His scar—another reminder of her—stung him like smacks to the face and melted him into something made of noodles.

The moon was a bit higher, now, but its grin wasn’t any more reassuring than before. The bugs and small critters must have become annoyed with his melting because there was silence like Hei Bai’s forest when Aang made himself smaller than his shadow and dragged his kneading hand even closer to his face.

Their kiss—she had kissed him—barbed him with a sting like thorns on a rose bush except laced with poison and fiberglass. It was decaying from the start of something new into the empty longing for a once in a lifetime occurrence. 

Something shot him in the leg and crippled what made him Aang.

His right thumb kneading his left palm slipped and dug a fingernail into a callous.

He was goo freezing over—a body consumed by jennamite.

Aang breathed out, about to take the inhale to fuel the first hiccup dancing on his shaking lip—

—but then Katara stepped onto the balcony and leaned up against the bars.

Being an airbender had its perks, and his lungs not popping from the force and fullness of his panicked inhale was definitely one of them. He was a statue—a deformed gargoyle that looked more horrific to behold than to cross—, and the glimpse of Katara’s soft grin became a braided noose refusing to let him exhale.

None of the lights were lit.

Spirits, did he love his moonrise and the weakness that she gave him.

Katara was staring into something that didn’t exist on this plane and smiling at something he couldn’t see. She was a stilled lake normally raging and powerful and beautiful to behold. He wouldn’t dare disturb her. She was as calm as a reflection.

Sudden exposure reminded him of stepping into a forbidden part of the Southern Air Temple, and his presence became a violation of something precious. Katara was remembering moments of beautiful new somethings if the way she absentmindedly bent a stream of water about one wrist—her bending her joy unhindered—was anything to go by.

Aang blushed a shade of red that Aunt Wu could have mistaken as the intended location for eruption from the Symbol of Volcanic Doom. He closed his eyes, covered his ears, and dared to shimmy into the shadow of the corner. Katara was a warrior unmatched and without equal. That’s why she was Master Katara. He could no sooner escape her than escape the earthshaking hammer-blows that the hint of her smile drove into his chest. 

He sat on a tightrope whose cables were snapping and unwinding.

It was only when he felt weaker in a way that made him stronger that he peaked an eye open.

Katara was crouched and more concerned than bemused. “Aang?” She touched the knee that had curled to his chest and was threatening to buckle into his sternum. “Are you okay?”

…’Okay’ was a subjective and circumstantial term.

His voice was the sound of rubber sliding water off of wet glass. “M-hm.”

“What are you doing out here alone and...in the corner?”

“Well, I was just...Well, y’know…” His right thumb stuck to his left palm like they were nailed together. He tried (...tried...tried very, very hard...) to hide his wound from her. “Moon ‘s nice ‘n…’n stuff.”

Katara mulled over his words, said and unsaid. Her stare was an examination checking his vitals—his heart, his soul, and his happiness. She hummed a thoughtful sound that bookmarked her place in the pages of him.

It all happened in under the time it took her to breathe. Aang nearly stopped breathing altogether when she tapped her finger on his knee.

“You’re hiding on the balcony because ‘Moon ‘n stuff’?”

“...Yes?”

She spared his ‘hidden’ fiddling hands a half-lidded glance. “Aang...”

“What?”

Katara flicked his arrow. Then, she waited.

Aang didn’t crack. He melted. 

“I was just—I thought…” He deflated. “I needed somewhere to think.”

Something about his words or the way that he said them made every bit of her soft. Her concern riddled him with holes, and, when she settled on the ground before him and propped her head on her arms on his knees, there was barely any of him left to keep him together.

“You wanna talk about it? It’s okay if you don’t. I just haven’t seen that look on your face since...Well, I can’t remember since when.”

One part of Aang threatened to grab the other part of him and throw him into a volcano.

He was making her worry. He should never make her worry, especially over something so silly—

He opened his mouth but hesitated. He didn't want to say no.

“Not—Not now.”

His honesty tamed her like she could feel it as easily as a temperature change. “It’s not something hurting you, right?”

Yes.

“No.”

Katara frowned with her eyes.

Then, she stood.

(Spirits, Aang loved his moonrise.)

“Take my hand.”

Aang’s heart took a trip to the tiny star just to the right of the moon.

She looked at him, and he felt hot cinders flake from his face and into his twisting belly. It sparked a fire so hot that it turned his sea of chi into an ocean of molten ore.

He was suddenly empty of something and filled to the brim with something else.

Katara’s hand was an invitation without equal, and the instinct to grab hold and never let go was a god’s hand trying to push him forward. 

He almost did.

But then his right thumb paused on his left palm, and white lightning struck him down.

Katara flinched like she felt it.

Aang curled into a knot like he could still hide it. 

Kneeling, Katara unraveled him without touching him. Her eyes found his and held him in place not like in a trap but like in a hug. Too soon his right thumb was hushed away from his left palm and his estranged hand was held close to her face. 

Aang couldn’t remember hearing her words, but he felt what she was saying.

Her sorrow nearly tore him apart.

Luckily, her smile kept his shredded heart together. 

And the kiss to his white lightning and the three points of his hand’s arrow put air back into his lungs. He dove into the cool-blue look she gave him and drowned himself in all that she was. 

He was filled with clouds so puffy that they threatened to let loose their rain, but his eyes became only wet and never misty. He smiled beyond the limits of what anatomy allowed when her face turn as red as his felt.

She said something that put his pieces back together, and she looked at him with something that gave him the strength. Cherry-red metal poured from a kiln and wept up her neck and into her cheeks.

Katara rolled her eyes to something that wasn’t there, disappeared inside, and returned with a mass of blankets.

“What are all the blankets for?”

“Moon ‘n stuff,” Katara said as she finished her nest of comforters and fortified quilt walls. 

Then she offered her hand again—she slipped it loosely into his own and waited for him to hold her first. 

“Sit with me.”

Aang shouldn’t have been as giddy as he was, and Katara pursed her smile like she was struggling not to enjoy his happiness too much when she tugged him up from the ground and laid with him against cushioned concrete. 

Moon ‘n Stuff was laughing and pointing out funny bits in constellations of their own designs. It was gossiping all the good rumors and their hopes about which of them might be true.

Katara crowned him King of their Chateau of Comforters with the softest blanket she had. It was blue and smelled like mornings when he could sleep in and like the small joys of finding warm things in cold places.

Katara accepted his invitation into his Blanket Castle within their Comforter Chateau. The blanket was plenty big for both of them and tied them together in a fuzzy cocoon.

She relaxed against him like she was sinking into warm water. The air that left her was fast at first like she just saw something she dearly missed. Every exhale after that was slow and satisfied—drunk on the indescribable and bewitched by the unimaginable. Aang felt her every movement so clearly that he wasn’t sure whether to give thanks or repent for the precious moment she was creating with him.

But then she shifted like she couldn’t get comfortable enough.

And she dragged an eye open to glare at any critter’s sound breaking their peace.

That was when Aang understood.

That was also when Aang lost it.

The urge to laugh was so overwhelming that it didn’t process into the bodily function, instead filling him from toe to brim with small giggles and soft feelings.

Katara didn’t want to share.

Of course, she didn’t.

Their moments were their moments, and he was hers and hers alone.

Master Katara was a being without equal, but Aang knew that which even she didn’t know.

Don’t worry about them. It’s just you and me right now.

Aang’s confidence limped back to him and convinced his estranged left hand to sidle towards hers. He touched the back of it with two fingers—an almost mute invitation, an almost silent knock on the door.

Katara laced her fingers with his like it was the most natural thing in the world. She handled it not like it was something wounded but like it was something precious, and she kissed all of his knuckles before cooling his white lightning with the gentle touches of her snowy-soft palm.

The hands were the most sacred part of a bender. They were the outlets from which their soul leaked. They were the culmination of all of their senses to interact with the world.

Aang’s world shyly smiled and fiddled with her hair. She shifted like she couldn’t decide on which spot against him or which way to hold him would bring them as close as she wanted. 

She wouldn’t even look at him for fear of changing color and state of matter from beautiful young woman to gorgeous little puddle.

She blushed like something beautiful coming into bloom.

Then, she said something.

Her words bypassed all feeling and branded themselves onto his heart

“...want to be my boyfriend? O-Only if you want to...because I want to, so...um...”

She inhaled on the word like she was telling good news and hoping for the universe to talk back to her.

Aang’s current incarnation threatened to be kicked out from under him and reborn into the Water Tribes.

His head nodded like it was trying to make a break for it.

Katara laughed like it was the only language she knew.

They shared each others’ smiles in a shy kiss that felt like a brushing of souls—like the gentle zap of lightning between earth and sky that brought beauty and shook all that they knew but brought with it no scars or destruction.

She squeezed his hand.

He kissed her again just because he could.

White lightning and snowy-soft touches connected what made them each other.

Aang wilted like soggy grass, full of that which gave him life and drunk on all that she gave him.

His hand didn’t hurt anymore. His heart was starting to ache, though. It was going to burst if he looked at her for much longer.

His night got darker when Katara closed her eyes, but he welcomed the weakness his rising full moon gave him.

She fell asleep against his side, and even when Aang no longer felt his arm, he didn’t dare move.

The balcony was empty except for them, and his heart was full of only her.

Katara mumbled once, shifted twice, and adjusted her grip to hug the whole of his arm.

She was hardly doing anything, but her doing nothing did everything to him.

Aang’s courage found him just as Katara found her new favorite spot.

He kissed her cheek, but, if he was being honest, he didn’t remember feeling the kiss.

“...I love you.”

He only remembered how her smile felt.

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I hope you enjoyed, Anon! I know this isn’t Katara doing “nothing”, per se, but this is what my mush-brain put down when I sat and wrote😅  (I did, however, tuck that little ”doing nothing” idea away for different ficlet👀)

[kzuhadovey]

omg please i beg of you a part 2 of I Love You w Atsumu the amount of times I read it because it was so heart breaking yet just the right amount of yearning of that makes sense. I absolutely loved it 😍

I’m stupid for loving you... aren’t I?

character: miya atsumu x reader

type: angst??? fluff???

warnings: -

song rec: mr loverman - ricky montgomery

click this to read part 1!!

ahhh hello anon!! this is my first ever request, i’m so excited!! this took rlly long for some reason, i’m so scared to disappoint yall with this 😭😭 well here you go, a part 2 to i love you :)

You were doing fairly great after the incident. Life was peaceful, your grades were skyrocketing, you quit the volleyball team and chose to pursue fashion design- life was good. You graduated Inarizaki as one of the best students in your class and first place in the 49th Japan Fashion Design Contest. You could almost remember the feeling of graduating, on stage, receiving your diploma, being cheered on by your friends and family, with a particular blonde boy eye-ing you with adoring eyes.

The after-party was hectic, never-ending drinks, maybe a make-out or two, but overall, you were ecstatic. An interesting thing that happened during the party, was your interaction with Miya Atsumu. He was still as lively as ever, a bright smile on his face wherever he was. Once he saw you that night, a drink in hand and your arm over your friend’s shoulder, a small smile popped on his face. He went still for a second as all the memories rushed back and you spun around. You were sweaty and drunk, but in his eyes, you looked heavenly. You remember glancing at his eyes for a second, he still had that same honey-toned eyes, a slight lovey-dovey look in his eyes. That was the only interaction you had for the night, and what you thought was for the rest of your life. Or so you’d thought.

Life was pretty much hectic after graduation. College, then joining one of the most successful fashion designers, to actually having your own brand. Who knew design could be so stressful? You slump down in your office only to be greeted by more piles of fabric and paperwork. Another load of presentations to investors and other businesses- yet your company seemed to be going nowhere. “Excuse me, your 4 o’clock meeting is here.” Your assistant suddenly says, making you flinch. “Geez- at least knock first.” You say, standing up and fixing your outfit. This client was particularly important to your brand- they had asked for a possibility of sponsorship. It would be groundbreaking to collab with them- a grade-a sports team would be amazing to collab with. You just weren’t expecting for him to be here. 

“Good afternoon, Mister… Shugo?” You say, looking down at a clipboard with all your materials. Shugo was a familiar name- you’ve probably heard it somewhere on the radio. “Y/N?- I-it’s you.” The man says, standing up. You freeze. You knew that voice- it’s gotten much deeper though. His tone is laced with curiosity- it almost felt like a dream. You look up to be met by him. His honey blonde hair was slicked to the side better, a hint of softness in his brown eyes. “Atsumu?” You mutter unknowingly. A sense of nostalgia hit you as your eyes scanned him. He looks older- and he’s surely gotten buffer. It felt like a dream, really. To see your high school crush almost more than 5 years apart. Then it came back. The sequence of events that happened leading up to the fight. It still hurt, of course, but not as much. I suppose you’ve gotten over it. You snap back into reality when Atsumu coughs awkwardly. “I’m supposed to meet- Shugo. Shugo Meian. Wh- what are you doing here?” You mutter out. “Shugo sent me. I didn’t know- this was your company.” Atsumu says, tucking his hands in his pocket with a small smile. He was still as smug as ever. You nod hesitantly- you had to give him the benefit of the doubt though. “Take a seat, Mr. Miya. We should start talking about the offer.” You say, pointing to the sofa behind him. He nods, giving you a small smile. Gosh- his smile was just as captivating as it did in high school. You feel yourself getting uncomfortable from your own thoughts- after all, you were over him. Right?

“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mister Miya.” You say, bowing. After around an hour of deliberating and talking, you ended up with a beneficial deal for both of you. Of course, despite your troubles, you stayed professional. It was slightly amusing how Atsumu’s eyes would linger on you- admiring your figure more than a mere business partner would. “I look forward to working with you, Y/N,” Atsumu says, smiling widely. “Hey- uh- do you miss… Suna? and Osamu?” Atsumu asks, a bit hesitant. He’s not sure whether you’d like that because of the incident- but your eyes light up in excitement. “Well, a bit,” That was an understatement, of course. “I assume Osamu became a chef like he always wanted?” You ask curiously. You recall Osamu sharing his dreams of being a chef at lunch, a bright smile on his face every time he thought of it. Atsumu nods and you sigh in relief. “Well- you should catch up with us! Osamu’s finally coming back to town.” Atsumu says- which caught you off guard. Of course, you missed them a lot, but- it would bring back a lot of unpleasant memories. Eh, whatever. Seeing them for a bit wouldn’t hurt. “I mean- sure- but-” “Great! Here’s my number.” Atsumu says, scribbling down his number on a random card. “S-Shugo's number is on there as well- by the way,” Atsumu says, chuckling awkwardly. You nod, taking the card. Would you regret this? I dunno.

That day, you ended up in one of the fanciest nightclubs in town, Energize. It was pretty popular amongst rich people and Atsumu had volunteered to pay for everything anyway. You were seated in a booth, quietly waiting for your ex-teammates. Your heart was beating in anticipation- would they look different? You were sure Osamu still had his signature gray hair and Suna’s soft floofy brown hair. Your main concern was if they would show up or not. It was 15 minutes over what time they agreed, and you were getting hesitant. Was this a mistake? Your mind flashed back to the pile of paperwork and you sighed. You took out your phone, checking your texts.

Y/N This is Atsumu Miya, I presume? Atsumu - High School Y/N!! you texted !! Y/N ヽ(￣▽￣)ノ Are we still meeting up tonight? Atsumu - High School yeah yeah ofc !! suna and osamu already said yes :) Y/N I’m excited to meet them :DD Atsumu - High School they’re excited to meet you too btw u don’t have to be that formal with me lol Y/N Ah, no worries. I like being formal. Where are we meeting up? Atsumu - High School Energize, 8 pm tonight don’t be late :DD Y/N I’ll be there. 

You cringed at some particular parts of your conversations- had you always been this dry? You huff as you look around further, looking for a huddle of boys. There’s no one in sight that looks like them- and with that, you roll your eyes. It was an empty promise anyways- he never meant anything he said anyway. You stuff your phone into your pocket and head off before- you heard something. “Oi Tsumu, where the hell are they? We’ve been looking for them all over the place!” A voice says- Osamu. You would recognize that voice everywhere- were they really that blind? You turn around before being greeted by 3 males, one of them being Atsumu. “Y/N? Is that you?”

The air felt awkward yet soft as you fiddled with your nails. Atsumu had rented out a private booth for the 4 of you, blocking out all the noise and music. You leaned back on your chair, trying to observe your friends. Osamu had darker hair now- with fluffed-up ends. Suna, on the other hand, still has his signature fluffy brown hair, it just has more volume in it. “Osamu, you’re a chef, Atsumu tells me?” You finally speak up, the silence getting overbearing. Osamu’s eyes light up and he puts on a small smile. “Yeah. Osamu’s Onigiris- Doesn’t it sound nice?” Osamu asks excitedly and you nod. “I’m happy for you, Samu.” You slightly cringe- it was too soon to use that nickname. “What about you? What did you end up… becoming?” Suna asks, leaning on his elbow. “I’m a designer now. I own a company- it’s pretty small though.” You say, chuckling. “I knew it. You’ve always been good at drawing and design and… stuff.” Osamu says, a proud smile on his face. You felt a bit comforted by them, a sense of happiness. It felt nice- just to escape reality for a moment and be with your old friends. Atsumu, however, felt a little different. His heart was beating quicker by the second, and you could swear you saw him blush when he saw you. You could say that he was crushing on you.

The loud music was deafening as you made your way through the crowd, hanging on Suna’s shoulder. Everything felt vibrant as you looked around- people dancing, making out, and having fun. It’s been a long time ever since you loosened up and had fun so this was great. Osamu was laughing his head off about something and Atsumu was blabbering about how he was plucking girls from all over the country. After that awkward encounter, Atsumu had volunteered for heavy drinks and well, this was the outcome. “Mmmh- I think I need another drink,” Osamu says, pointing to some chairs. “Yes. Let’s get a few shots- then go home- because I feel like throwing up.” Suna says, a slight smirk playing on his face. “Mister bartender! 4 shots of vodka please!” Atsumu shouts as you all slump against the table. “Yo, Y/N, question… are you single?” Osamu asks as the shots arrive. You nod your head. Your love life so far has been a little boring… just a few hook-ups and dates along the way but no one really stuck. “Ah, you’re the same with Tsumu then!” Osamu says, giggling. Atsumu rolls his eyes and downs the shot in an attempt to push out what Osamu just said. “I mean- ever since you broke up with him, his girlfriend literally broke up with him too- and he never got over you- aFTER 6 YEARS!” Osamu says, chuckling. Atsumu nearly choked on his drink as he processed what Osamu just said- “Excuse me?” You questioned, glaring at Osamu. It takes Osamu a big fat second to realize what he said before a light blush colored his cheeks. “Hey, Suna! Didn’t you say you wanted to check out the toilet earlier?-” Osamu asks suddenly, standing up and picking Suna up by the hoodie. “Wait what?-”

“That was an interesting comment… wasn’t it, Atsumu?” You muttered, downing your shot. Atsumu shoots you a small glare before his cheeks flare in embarrassment. “I mean- Osamu is- a bit correct- I’m still single- but- that wasn’t true, I’m over you- pfft-” Atsumu said, giggling nervously. You chuckled because you’ve noticed that he’s grown more transparent over the years- you can see by the tone of his voice. “Are you sure, Tsumu?” You ask teasingly, leaning in slowly. Atsumu’s eyes widen before downing the rest of his shot. “Y-yes- I’m sure- of course-” Atsumu stutters, a light pink blush on his cheeks. You could just remember that Atsumu did the same thing to you, in high school. The way he made you flutter and smile joyfully- it was amusing. “I’m joking, Atsumu.” You said, giggling as you saw his flustered reaction. “Mmmm- I feel sleepy.” You said as your eyelids feel heavier. “Would you like to go home?” Atsumu asks, fixing your hair a little. He’s grown softer over the years, definitely. Honestly, at first, you’d be very mad at Atsumu if you weren’t drunk, but you were tired. It had been a long day- a small ride home would be okay, right?

“I’m sorry I ended up dragging you to my house.” You said softly, turning on the lights as you stumble into the apartment. Wasted, was the only thing that was right to describe you. Atsumu was right behind you, hoisting your arm up even though he was drunk himself. “No worries Y/N. I wouldn’t want you to stumble over and hit yourself.” Atsumu says as you lay down on the sofa. “Do you want me to get you a cup of water? Some meds, or anything?” Atsumu asks, observing you. You shake your head softly, yawning. “I’ll get you some food, wait here a second,” Atsumu says, standing up. Your head feels heavy against the cushions of the couch- and you feel worn out and tired. “Here you go- some bread, and meds- to avoid headaches,” Atsumu mutters, handing you a pill and a plate of chocolate bread. “Thank you, Tsumu.” You say, starting to eat up the bread. Atsumu’s heart fluttered at your nickname, a visible blush on his cheeks. “Hey, Tsumu, was Osamu really telling the truth? Back at the bar?” You ask softly. You’re currently leaning against Atsumu’s arm, him visibly flustering around your touch. He was definitely caught off guard by your question- a light blush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah. Sure. I guess you could say he was telling the truth.” He chuckles, hoping you wouldn’t kick him off the couch. “Why?”  was the only thing you could say. He sighed softly, sitting you up- a serious conversation, you noted. “I mean… somedays, I just remember how I treated you like shit. How I used you for my own benefit- it’s funny, really, how my feelings have grown over the years. I remember that day, the day you snapped- I was okay with it at first- I saw you as merely a game- but sooner or later I missed you- I missed the way you’d laugh at my cringy jokes, the way you attended every practice I had.” Atsumu mutters, looking down. His tears are threatening to spill and he lets out a breathy chuckle. And it’s so stupid because you can’t love me back. Not after the way, I hurt you and the way you ran off like that- I’m so stupid for loving you… aren’t I?” Atsumu asks. He looks up at you, a small smile playing on his face and he’s on the brink of tears. Back then, he could lie to you so easily- it was as if your feelings didn’t matter to him- but you were surprised to find out that the feelings you had for him… were returned. After all these years, he was willing to give his heart to you. You felt bad for him- of course, he’d think you hate him. You did, really, that day, you cried- you considered moving to another school- but here you were, sitting in front of Atsumu after he had just confessed. “Please say something. I- I won’t be mad if you say you hate me.” Atsumu mutters quietly. You sigh- what do you say?

“Atsumu. Look at me, please?”

He raises his head up to be met by a soft smile. “Tsumu. I don’t hate you, okay?” You say. Even if you’re drunk, your opinion on Atsumu was clear enough. “Yes, I was hurt. You had a girlfriend and you were flirting with me- of course, I was hurt.” You quickly said, looking down. “But I don’t know- you make me feel safe. Even after all those years and I saw you- my feelings all erupted once I saw you. Not gonna lie- it felt shitty- the man who broke my heart stand right then and there.” You gave out a breathy chuckle. Unknowingly, Atsumu was staring right at you with hopeful eyes, hoping for you to say that you loved him back. “Atsumu… I like you, aswell- but I just wanna know if you’re playing games with me. I don’t wanna be some kind of rebound- I don’t wanna raise my hopes up just for you to destroy them.” You muttered softly. “Yes, of course! I- I actually like you this time. You make me so happy, I promise-” Atsumu says, leaping into your arms very suddenly. You yelp at the sudden hug, feeling- inflicted.

“I never got to apologize for my actions- I’m so so sorry- I love you, I love you,” Atsumu mutters into your neck, causing you to giggle. It was amusing- to see Atsumu so flustered over you. “Tsumu. It’s okay, I forgive you.” You mutter softly, petting his hair. Atsumu pulls away, a drunken smile on his face. “C-can I kiss you? I didn’t get a chance to last time…” Atsumu asks slowly, a red blush on his face. You giggle softly- goddamn if he wasn’t cute. “Okay, you can kiss m-” You say slowly, before being interrupted by Atsumu’s lips on yours. His lips are sweet tang against your tongue, and his breath is warm and messy against your lips. You’ve dreamt of this moment since you first laid your eyes on him- his lips against yours, and you’re both a warm ball of happiness. Another life came quicker than expected for Atsumu, but he wasn’t complaining. He got to be with you anyways.

[littleoddwriter]

Maid | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | ZsaszMask | Smut

"zsasz in a dress? zsasz in a dress. (bonus points if its one of those tiktok frilly maid dresses , this is a request if you want btw <333)" anon

summary; Roman wanted to put Victor in a skimpy maid dress, Victor can’t say ‘No’, and so some sexual shenanigans ensue.

notes; KINKS: Crossdressing; Maid Dress; minor Humiliation; Feminization (not too explicit, but Roman calls Victor “Missy”); Clothed Sex; Cleaning; Prey/Predator (for a moment); Begging; Embarrassment; Coming Untouched; Anal Fingering and Anal Sex; Dom/Sub. PWP; Smut; Lemon.

Pulling at the hem of the too short skirt, Victor lowered his head and bit his bottom lip, trying to will down the light pink flush that tried to make its way onto his cheeks. This was ridiculous! But he just couldn't fucking deny Roman anything, apparently. Hence, why he was wearing a skimpy maid dress Roman had custom made for him.

His scarred chest was shown off greatly, as the neckline was nowhere near his neck, but rather just barely covering his nipples. The skirt, of course, reached beneath where his genitals ended just so, not even long enough to be mid-thigh. In addition he was wearing white over knees and a frilly collar made of the same silky and lacy fabric as the dress. He was not wearing any underwear, though at least. Luckily, Roman spared him from wearing high heels, and let him wear some elegant looking shoes with a wide and one inch high heel instead.

Then Roman entered the bedroom, where Zsasz stood, having waited for him. His boss didn't just lie down on their huge bed, like he expected him to, but instead circled Victor like a predator would do to its prey. His gaze wandered up and down slowly, Zsasz could feel it all over him, as if it was burning itself into him. One leather-clad hand then found its way under the skimpy skirt and squeezed one of his ass cheeks, all of a sudden. Victor flinched slightly. He was completely out of it, a little too focused on Roman's eyes on him and the way he felt embarrassment course through his system at the knowledge of what he was wearing. He was Victor Zsasz, feared by anyone with half a brain cell; and yet, here he stood in a fucking porn-y maid dress at the mercy of his boss and partner, waiting to be ravished.  It was humiliating, really.

"I'm tempted to make you clean the room first, before I fucking ruin you," Roman rasped into his ear, making him shiver slightly. Fuck.

"Boss, please!" Victor whined lowly. He wouldn't admit that it kind of turned him on to be made to actually clean something in this outfit before fucking, but he also just wanted to get out of this stupid dress.

"I really like it when you beg, you know? What do you think, baby, how long would it take to make you a pleading fucking mess before I even touch you properly, hm?"

Victor didn't even dignify that with an answer.

Apparently Roman didn't like that, he never did, and so Zsasz earned himself a slap to his ass, which Sionis just had a tight grip on, still. He jumped a little, startled. Shit, he usually wasn't so fucking jumpy around Roman.

"I expect an answer when I talk to you, Missy." Fuck, Roman really just went there, didn't he?

"I'm sorry, Boss. I-It wouldn't take long at all, sir," Zsasz replied dutifully, finally looking up at Roman with an apparent blush visible on his cheeks, as the other man just smirked down at him.

Without really knowing it, Victor really had taken on the role he was given by Roman and this stupid outfit, which he didn't think was that stupid anymore.

"Good! Why don't you go to the supply closet and get some of the bleach and the additional supplies you'd need then, hm? Don't forget the gloves of course," Sionis instructed him, patting his cheek condescendingly and then giving him a shove to get going. Smug bastard.

Zsasz went and did as he was told. When he came back, Roman had at least used the time to get out the lube already. That promised to earn him a good fuck in the end, at least.

"Well, there are some spots on the floor from one of our... little escapades. I can still see some of the blood shining right there," he pointed to a completely clean spot on the floor, "and there," again an entirely spotless one. Roman really liked this game, apparently.

"Of course, Boss," Victor muttered, kneeling down in front of the first spot.

He soaked the patch he was guided towards with some bleach and took the scrubber, scratching it back and forth over the spot, working in the bleach. To give Roman a show, as humiliating as it was, he arched his back and pushed out his ass, the skimpy dress not even covering up anything anymore, as he felt a cold breeze at his cheeks. Sionis gave an appreciative little hum. It made Victor flush with arousal, making him forget how embarrassed he should feel. He felt his cock stir.

He continued on like this with the next spot and the ones Roman suddenly found after. It was only a matter of time before either of them broke, although Zsasz knew it had to be him. Roman wanted him to beg, and so he would. He knew that Sionis was about to reach his limit, too though, as he was visibly straining his pants and his voice got deeper and rougher each time he guided him to a new spot. It turned Victor on to no end, so he finally gave in, hard and aching, dripping against the skirt that covered his hard cock.

"Boss, please! Please, I fucking can't wait anymore, please. Use me, Boss, please use me!" Zsasz pleaded, sounding as breathless and desperate as he felt. He wished it was only an act.

Roman growled, which made Victor moan breathily, and then he stepped towards him, looming over him. "Put the supplies away and then go kneel on the bed, all fours, 'kay?" Roman rasped huskily.

Shit, Victor was so far gone. His mouth watered at the sight of Roman's hard cock straining against his expensive pants, a wet spot having formed where his head was; and the husky command could have made him come on the spot.

"Yes, Boss," Victor said, or rather whimpered, and then gathered the supplies he'd used together and brought them back to where he'd found them, in a rush.

When he came back, Roman stood beside the bed, waiting there with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Quickly, Victor got rid of his shoes because he knew Roman didn't tolerate that, no matter what, and positioned himself on the bed on all fours, like he was told to. Eagerly, he arched his back again, his chest almost touching the mattress, as he pushed out his ass again, the skirt flipping over to reveal him even further. He could hear Roman's breath catch. It made him smirk.

Then the mattress dipped, as Roman put his knees on it and shuffled behind him, wrapping his, now bare, hands around his hips in a bruising grip. Roman pushed his crotch against Victor's ass, pressing the clothed outline of his cock against him. Moaning, Zsasz pushed back against him. "Please," he whined.

"Tell me how much you want my cock, Missy, then maybe I'll have mercy on you, 'kay?" Roman rasped, running his hands and nails over Victor's sides and thighs, making him shiver with arousal.

"Fuck, Boss, please! I need you- please, I want your big fat fucking cock inside of me, now! Please!"

Sionis groaned, pressing against him hard, before he shifted away, leaning over to grab the lube. He squirted a generous amount on his fingers, warming it up a little, and then inserted his index finger roughly into Victor. With a guttural moan, Zsasz pressed back into it, taking it in as deep as it would go.

Roman made quick work of preparation, thrusting in his, then, three fingers quickly and roughly, until he deemed Victor open enough to handle his cock.

Zsasz heard Roman use a tissue to clean up his hand, and then the sound of his zipper rang through the room. A moment later, Roman's slick cock head nudged against Victor's glistening hole. Slowly at first, Sionis pressed inside. When his head was in, he roughly shoved in almost his entire length, as Victor could only moan deeply and press back into him.

"Fuck, Boss, yes!" he moaned.

Roman patted his hip and then gripped them in a bruising grip once more, pulling back and then pushing back in hard, deeper than before. He repeated that until he's built up a quick, rough rhythm that made both of them moan and groan loudly, without a care in the world.

"You have, ah, no fucking idea, fuck, how fucking sexy you look in this, mh, stupid fucking dress!" Roman groaned mid thrusts and moans.

Victor couldn't really form any sentences, let alone words, anymore, so he just moaned some kind of agreement. It seemed to be good enough for Roman, though, as he kept thrusting inside of him hard, always pushing him further into the mattress, making the skirt flutter with it. Every thrust into him, Victor could feel Roman's pants against his naked thighs. It was intoxicating how Sionis was just as desperate as him, so that he hadn't even undressed.

With a precision like no other, Roman also always hit Victor's sweet spot, making him see stars and moan as loudly as he could, his voice already hoarse and broken. "Come on my cock, baby," Roman commanded eventually.

Victor came on the spot, twitching, clenching around Roman, and moaning so brokenly, as he ruined the inside of the skirt with his come. Roman followed quickly, groaning and pushing inside one last time before he pulsed inside of him, painting his insides with his sticky, warm release.

Not too long after, Roman pulled out and sat back on his heels, panting. Victor collapsed flat onto the mattress, completely fucked out, breathing rapidly. "Fuck," he groaned.

"Whoo! I don't think I've had such a good fuck in a while!" Roman exclaimed, clapping his hands together, his smirk audible to Victor.

"Hmmm, agreed, Boss," Victor mumbled into the mattress.

Fucking was always great with each other, they knew what each of them needed and wanted, what got them off best; but neither of them could deny that this really was one of the best things they've done so far.

[crosby-interesting]

You hit the nail right on the head with Mario's and Nathalie's "perfect marriage." Previous Anon doesn't know what they're talking about. Mario has been Sid's mentor in every way possible. Mario and Nathalie have been together since he was the QMJL so 1981-1984, and they didn't get married until 1993 which was a year after their first child was born. But in the meanwhile, the media blew up this idea that Mario was a "homebody" and that he didn't like to do anything outside of hockey but watch movies at home with Nathalie. And that Jagar was the wild one. But Tie Domi on the Spittin Chiclets Podcast told a story about how he and Mario went clubbing and to the bars a lot, like every time they played together. (But from what I can tell from Domi's instagram, he, Mario, and Nathalie are actually all good friends now). Mario only really settled down over 10+ years later with Nathalie because 1) she got pregnant, had a baby, and they are supper Catholic, and 2) he got diagnosed with cancer 18 months later. One newspaper article you can read online tells the story about after the initial doctors visit Mario pulled over to the side of the road to cry his eyes out and the first thing he thought of what Nathalie, their daughter, and she was also pregnant with their 2nd child at the time too. The article is from Sports Illustrated called, "'I'LL BE BACK WHEN I'M CURED.' All of this is fucking public btw. So, honestly with this Sid/Kathy situation nothing is really going to change until something major like a child being born or being faced with death.

they look like fucking accustomed people to each other. they have a strong union, but from them one can hardly say that they are loving husband and wife.

[trickkombowerskru]

A Father’s Worst Nightmare-Henry Bowers X Daughter!Reader Imagine

Request: Anonymous: Can you do an imagine where henry didn't kill anyone and had a family and his daughter (who would be like 16) is getting terrorized by it and something happens similar to beverly and henry comes to see what's wrong and is like really confused why shes talking about blood and a clown and then remembers what happened to him the reader would be his daughter btw if you don't want to do this that's completely fine with me or if you don't understand what I'm saying

A/N: Thank you for  being so patient with me anon, I know you sent his in before the Christmas event, but now it is here! Also yes it is still not new year’s for me on the west coast so I succeed in getting all the prompts done, but word of advice whatever you do don;t do a writing sprint of 30+ prompts in 2 and half days it will drive you a little crazy

Warnings: None

It wasn't easy being the daughter of a single parent in Derry, especially when you were the daughter of Henry Bowers. It wasn't like he didn't work his ass off to support both of you or that he wasn't a good dad. It's just being his kid for some years of your life and still to this day people expect you to act a certain way because of your dad's reputation around town as a kid. 

That being said he was a lot better now your mom had even him out a lot, so while his rage was still caged inside of him it wasn't nearly as much because of her and the fact that his own father was dead. You were thankful however that most people after meeting you and getting to know you quickly picked up you were nothing like him as a kid, sure you were tough and all, but you didn't go around making other kids lives a living hell. 

This could be said for any of the adults still here who were once his peers or victims when they were young they all expected you to go off, but soon enough you subverted that. It had been a long day you and your best friend Amy were getting some books for school, waiting to get all of them checked out.

"Okay girls remember your due date and good luck on your project."

"We will thanks Mr.Hanlon," you tell him before you leave and you two make your way back to your places.

You wanted to find some good points separately before meeting up to compare notes.

"Hey Dad," you greet seeing your father sitting at the table doing some kind of paperwork.

"Hey kiddo. What's with all the books?"

"Project for school, we have to do this presentation that needs like seven sources and only two of them can be digital, so Amy and I figured to find stuff first and then we dive into it."

"Well before you get too deep into those books what do you want for dinner?"

"Pizza?" 

"Sounds good. Let me know when you start gettin' hungry."

You tell him you will and head to your room, putting the books on your small desk, and changing out of your school clothes. After a bit of researching you needed a bit of a pick me up, cold water always did the trick so you made your way to the bathroom.

Once you dry off your face you hear voices.

"H-Hello?"It sounded like they were coming from the sinking

"Y/N come float with us. We all float down here."

"Who are you?"

You get an array of names before a decaying hand comes out of sink, it starts pulling you near the drain and a large burst of blood covers you and the entire bathroom. 

You take the hand and shove your nails into it making disappear down the drain. Your scream alerts your dad and he comes rushing in.

"Y/N what's wrong!?"

"You don't see it?"

"See what?"

"All the blood."

"Blood!? Did you hurt yourself or something?"

"This is gonna sound insane, but I need you to promise you'll hear me out."

"Okay what happened."

"I was splashing some cold water on my face to wake me up a bit, and then I heard these voices"

"Voices?"

"They came from the sink and they said something about floating and then this nasty looking hand was trying to pull me into the drain and then this large burst of blood just came out and covered everything."

"Floating?'" when he asks this you can see shock and realization hit his face like he knew what was going on.

"Did they uh say anything else? Or did you see something? Like a clown or uh a red balloon?"

"Why would I see a red balloon?"

He shakes his head and leans down, kneeling and cups your face.

"We'll clean this up later okay, just take a shower,I gotta make a call real quick alright."

You just nod. You scrub the blood off of yourself once you're changed you hear your dad in a panic on the phone.

"Listen Eric I don't give a shit if it’s closing time,I just need to Hanlon okay!"

You wondered what he needed to talk about with Mr.Hanlon.

"I think that fucking thing is back!....what do mean you know?....That thing nearly ruined my god damn life and now it just attacked my fucking kid I am not gonna let IT touch her......you called em?....later tonight?.....the Jade of Orient?.....Got it....yeah yeah I'll be there.....bye."

"Dad?"

He turns back to look at you, digging in one of the miscellaneous drawers in the kitchen.

"Listen Bud the plan changed, I'll leave some money so you can order pizza, but I need to go to dinner tonight it's important. You can invite Amy over so you won't be by yourself, and if you see anything weird look it in the eye and I want you to say "Screw you I'm not afraid." Here's my old knife in case you need it, I"ll be back later. Love you be careful."

"Love you."

He practically runs out the door and you immediately call up Amy before ordering a pizza.Your dad comes home much later and thankfully it was a weekend so it didn't matter how long you were up and also you didn't see anything else. 

You both had started to fall asleep when the door opened you heard other voices with your dad's along including Mr.Hanlon's and another one that was familiar, but you couldn't quite place.

"No no way we should get the hell out of here before we become IT's next meal. Also what are we doing. Working with Bowers? After all he did to us? Come on guys let's ."

"You got a kid Trashmouth?" you hear your dad's voice go almost dark.

"No."

"Well I do she’s my entire god damn life and that fucking thing attacked her. I ain't gonna let it get her. So shut the fuck up for once and let's kill IT.,"he threatens.

"Wait you actually managed to find a wife?"

You hear you dad sigh not wanting to talk about your mother's death since it was only just a few years ago. You decide to break up the tension and then go out there.

"Dad?"

"What're you still doin' up?"

"Well we were starting to fall asleep and then we heard the door."

Then your eyes widen as you see the rest of the group.

"Holy shit," you say when they land on Richie Tozier.

"Hi I'm Y/N I'm a big fan."

"Thanks. See Bowers you may never have liked my jokes, but your kid has taste."

"Shut up," he mutters.

As you scan the rest of the group you are also in awe of Beverly Marsh and Bill Denbrough

."I totally love you guys too, Beverly you and Tom's lines are amazing, and Bill aside from the endings I really love your books."

"How the hell is your daughter so nice?," a shorter man in a hoodie asks.

"Can it Wheezy," your dad chimes in.

"Okay what the hell is going on?," you ask.

Once they all explain the situation you are in utter shock.

"So....so that thing wanted to eat me......and IT likes it's when you're scared...so that's why you told me to tell IT I wasn't afraid."

"Exactly," your dad confirms.

After a few days of the group finding "tokens" for some weird ritual you go with them to defeat IT despite your dads protests. Everyone gets split off at one point, you getting flung with Richie and Eddie before getting completely split up.

You're in a white room and you see a bunch of what look like people suddenly combust into blood and guts, IT takes the form of the clown and inches slowly towards you. You feel terrified, but try to remember what your dad said.You stop looking IT dead in the eye.

"Screw you I'm not afraid."

You kick IT in the face and keep fighting IT until it turns onto a pile of mush. You find the way out, then run through the rickety house trying to find your dad.

"Dad? DAD?"

You frantically fling open doors until find him. You see your dad along with a younger version of him getting talked down to and beaten by his father. It kills you to see him in that much pain, feeling inside your pocket you grin. Your fingers curl around the blade,you sneak behind the "man" and jump on his back.

"Leave him alone you fucker!" 

you stab him in the back and then get blood spurted onto your face when you get him in the neck a few times. Your dad stands up and punches IT in the face he punches and punches until it fades away.

"Thanks Sweeheart," he says hugging you.

Once you get back with the group  defeat the clown, but not before your dad gets hurt in the process. He was trying to get you out of the way and one of IT's claws went right into his side. Thankfully if wasn't all the way through, like Eddie's wound, but it was bad. 

As the house crumbles down you try to run out, Richie and Mr.Hanlon carrying the very injured Eddie, while Ben and Bill helped your dad. Once you were out of the house, you all went to the quarry, to take care of the wounds, although shortly after that they had began to disappear along with scars on the group's hands.

You run and hug your dad, you thought for sure things were going to go south before you could save him.

"I thought I was gonna loose you," you cry.

"I'm right here Babygirl, I'm never leavin'." he tells you, pulling you closer.

After that you head home and to your surprise before you go, your dad actually apologizes to all he put them through as kids.

"It may be safe now, but I'm getting out of this town soon. I suggest you two do the same," Mr. Hanlon advises.

"We might, " your dad replies.

Later that night you sound cleaning up the bathroom finally, along with any little wounds you got from the rubble in the house. While the entire experience was terrifying, it brought you even closer to your dad. So in a very weird way, it was a good thing, and the strangest bonding exercise you could find.