#gn reader

[saturnsurn]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

In which the men get a little bit jealous.

⭒ Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna and Toji

⭒ warnings - death of no one of importance, murder of no one of importance, jealousy, toxic men?, GN! Reader

[hhoneylemon]

mohawk!mark x tamaranean!reader who’s curious

“did they hurt?”

mark sits still, hands holding your thighs to keep you in place in his lap. your breath fans across his face as you lean close, poking each of his piercings.

one on each eyebrow. one at each corner of his lips. he sticks out his tongue so you can poke the little ball. you even dot the ones on his ears.

“not really. a little tingle, maybe.”

he tries not to shiver when you lean in to kiss each piercing. from ear to other ear to eyebrows to lips to tongue. it’s slow, each kiss delicate. during the last one, your tongues gently massage each other while his tongue piercing rubs against you.

you pull back, a smile forming on your lips. he smiles back, eyes drooping lazily. the sight of you on top of him is so heavenly.

“i want to get the same ones to match you, then.”

his fingernails leave small indents in your thighs as his hands raise to your face. he shakes his head, thumbs hooking to the corners of your mouth. he turns your head side to side.

“you look perfect as is. all pretty and sweet.”

you pout. he leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth, callused hands running down the sides of your face and neck until planting on your shoulders.

“maybe your ears. i’ll get us matching jewelry.”

your little smile was all he needed. this relationship stuff was too easy.

A/N: i love starfire… everything i ever do is dedicated to her. any criticism is helpful <3 inspired by this fic by my beloved friend @lazy-ahh.

masterlist

[agoraphxnics]

siren!john price x gn!reader; siren!141 x gn!reader

tw: suícǐdë attempt, depressed reader, price lowkey (high key) takes advantage of reader’s mental state, drowning, heavy angst w happy ending, yandere john price

dark content ahead! read at your own risk!

divider by @strangergraphics

when siren!john finds you, you’re sitting on a rock, a pathetic shell of a human being. there’s a knife in your hands, blade glinting in the pale moonlight as you tremble. he calls out to you with an intoxicating croon. you look so shaken, such a poor little thing. just gaze into his piercing blue eyes. come on, pretty one. put down the knife for him. there you go. sweet things like you shouldn’t carry dangerous objects.

he asks you what you were planning to do with it, and you tell him through a fit of tears how every thing is horrible. how lonely you are, how empty you feel, how nothing in this world is with living for.

he agrees; your world is cruel, to mean for a sensitive and good-natured creature like yourself. but under the sea, there’s so much waiting to love you. hold you, caress you, and never let you go. in the depths lies his pod full of sirens just as big and strong and loving as he, all eager to prove it to you. it can be yours, sweetling, just come into the water. john will make it all better. john will make the pain go away.

just come to the water.

that’s it. let him hold you, envelope you in his scaly embrace. isn’t this nice?

now, you’ll have to be a good human and trust him. if you want to join him under the surface, he’ll have to take away your humanity. you do trust him, right?

it’ll all be over soon. just let the water fill your lungs as he sings you to sleep, a soft lullaby to celebrate the end of one life and the birth of a new one. yes, sweet thing. that’s it. succumb to the ocean. to him.

he’s all you’ll ever need.

no more pain of the human world.

and when you wake up, you’ll be like him, a beautiful creature of the water with a gorgeous tail. you’ll see life through his eyes, and you’ll never hurt again.

his pretty little mer~

[callmecoke]

Cw: handjob, pillow talk, casual sex but not in the “no strings attached” kinda way more in the “wanna quick wank before work?” Kinda way. gn reader x soap smut!!!

Had this brain worm where you are giving Johnny the best handjob in his entire life while you lay next to him and vent about your day…

“I just don’t get it, you know?” You lamented to him, your head propped up by your hand as you laid on your side. “Like, I’m not trying to be greedy, I just wish I could be acknowledged for the work I’ve put in.”

All while, your other hand was lazily stroking up and down his length, using the slickness of his precum to smooth the friction between his hard cock and your fingers. And he’s trying his best not to throw his head back and cry out into the wind but you make it really hard to concentrate when all the blood in his skull has rushed down into his balls.

“Aye…” he strained out between gritted teeth. The only word that was able to escape his lips without releasing the throaty moan building up in his lungs.

“So, should I say something? I want to be acknowledged but it’s so hard to rock the boat.” You continued to vent as if you weren’t single-handedly (literally) ruining this man.

“Do…what…you need to…luv…” he choked out, feeling your hand glide up to rub over his red needy tip, the bulbous head leaking out desperately as you caress it.

“Are you sure? I don’t know…”

he bit his knuckle as you mused, trying not to let out the deep guttural cry that was threatening to bubble out of his throat.

“Mhm…yeah…oh fuck yeah.” He had no idea what he was agreeing to anymore, so lost in the pleasure of your touch his mind had gone foggy.

He felt his balls tighten eagerly as your angelic hand continued it’s assualt on his cock. He felt his release impending like a tidal wave, legs shaking with anticipation and pure overstimulation.

You said something to him but it didn’t quite reach his ears, his body flushed hot against your welcoming palm as it jerked him, fast and tight. He could feel that familiar bubble of warmth in his pelvis, the chase of a release close to come.

“Fuck…gah, fuck!” He groaned out, his head thrown back and his mouth forming an O in a silent scream. The tidal wave of his orgasm came crashing down, his sensitive dick pulsating and spitting hot white strips of cum across his shirt.

He was left panting on the bed, entire body a rosy red as his hips jumped as even the slightest brush of your fingers was enough to keep him sensitive and aching. His entire body felt weak and boneless, all the energy he has left now a stain on the front of his shirt.

“Okay, I think I’ll try that.” You said, almost triumphant and pleased in your decision. “I’ll say something to her once I get to work. Put myself out there.” You leaned over his flushed body to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek, a rather tame and loving moment compared to what had happened seconds prior. ”I’m gonna wash my hands and leave for work. you want to me put your shirt in the wash before I head out?”

He shook his head weakly and raised his hand to usher you away, in a sort of “I’ll be fine” gesture.

You smiled, giving him one last kiss on the cheek before standing and leaving the poor weak man on the bed

[ghost-orion]

public service announcement to Xreader fic: please just make it a woman. there's nothing wrong with your reader being a woman. please, Please tag it as fem!reader, and Do Not tag it as gn!reader. you are not helping anybody if you "try" to make your reader gender neutral when you weren't writing the story with gender neutrality in mind. there is no winner in this situation when you try to write a woman and then file off the serial numbers

[l1tw1ck]

sugar baby dr. ratio is infiltrating my mind but I'm not complaining

i like the sound of that 🤔

bottom ratio x top gn reader

cw: daddy kink, creampie

"If you want a higher budget, you have to earn it." You run your hands down to grope his ass.

His face is bright red. He's wearing what he considers to be a very embarrassing pair of lingerie. He grinds down on your lap, your cock buried deep inside him. Somehow, riding you is more embarrassing than you fucking him into the mattress. Having sex in exchange for money is already humiliating on its own but doing it in a position like this, where you're looking right at hum, is far worse. He turns his head away from you. "Just...just fuck me..." He pauses. "Daddy." He adds, acknowledging that rule you set.

"You're asking for a budget that's ten times the normal price, don't you think I deserve this?" You smile at his cuteness.

Veritas frowns and grabs your shoulders. He tries to avoid eye contact as he raises his hips. "Fuck.." He gasps, slowly dropping himself down. It feels too good, he can't move on his own. He rolls his hips. "Daddy-" He whines.

If riding you makes him act like this, it's definitely higher up the list of your favorite positions now. He always uses his hand or a pillow to muffle his moans.

"I can't~" Veritas buries his head into your shoulder, his hips still moving. "please."

"How about this, you let me come inside and I'll take over." You run your fingers through his hair.

He whines again. "fine."

You slowly lift him off you and lay him down on the bed while you remove the condom and toss it into the trash. He flips over so he can utilize the pillow again. He raises his ass for you, the purposeful hole in his underwear showing off his cunt.

He bites down on the pillow as you ease back into him. He won't admit it, but he loves your girth. You roughly thrust into him, enjoying how he feels now that you're not constricted by that rubber prison. You sing your praises to him, making sure he knows how good he feels. You can tell he likes it by the way his ears are turning red.

...

"I'll give you an even bigger budget just for this." You come inside of him.

[pyrodolls]

imagine all the yandere monsters in your village obsessed with you, the only human

naturally, you are seen as the monarch of the village. the only thing every creature can agree on, is that they love and respect you. even though you're not really interested in any of them.

THE WEREWOLF is the most aggressive of the creatures within the village. he’s the one that everyone fears. he isn’t the strongest, but he’s the one that never backs down from a fight. he’s the one that would shed anyone’s blood in your name without hesitation. he’s the one that doesn’t even try to hide the disgusted look in his eyes that flashes every time you lend someone else your kindness and attention. he always fantasizes about ripping them to shreds and carrying you away to safety.

he's boastful, and loud. he constantly challenges others to fights-- especially in front of you. he thinks you'll be impressed by his strength, and the more he shows off and wins fights, he'll also win your heart. he'd rip some poor nymph to shreds and hold the heart up to you, hoping you'll be proud of him and spare at least a glance his way. maybe even say he did a good job or perhaps tell him that he's oh so strong and courageous.

if only you treated him as more than a lapdog. if only you looked at him with the same adoration that he looks at you with. he’ll glare at everyone but you. he’ll ignore and growl at everyone he sees, because they're not you.

his infatuation with you is more than a respect for your royalty. deep down, he yearns to be by your side. he doesn’t need the power that you have, just as long as he’s the one with you. as long as he’s the only one that can stay with you and protect you from harm. he’ll stand at your guard for hours if you requested him to do so. he’ll happily accept your request with a rare sway to his tail.

he needs to be your guard. he needs to make sure you’re safe at all times or else he will deem himself worthless. with his sharp teeth, long claws and piercing stare, almost anyone would be frightened by the giant, aggressive werewolf at your side.

but no matter how rough and tough he acts; he’ll always crumble the second your hand raises up to his head to scratch or pat him on the head.

THE HARPY is the one that lusts after you the most. she's raunchy, easygoing, and mischievous. plus, of all the creatures, the harpy is the bluntest. she’ll gleefully and casually mention to you all of her wicked fantasies. every morning, she flies around trying to find you, and once she does, she goes on and on about the things she’s imagined you two doing. the other creatures are far more ashamed of their urges, thinking that they’re dirtying your image as their monarch. but the harpy? she doesn’t give a flying fuck if you’re the ruler or a peasant. she’s imagined your body in thousands of ways, none of them have to do with your status.

even though you have always rejected her advances, she’s always going to keep trying. she’s convinced that you’re just shy and in denial of your feelings. she’s convinced that you’re destined to be hers. she started doing outlandish things to catch your attention and get you out of your shell. she started physically touching you more, such as kissing your cheek and laying on your lap. she thinks you're in love with her, no matter how many times you blatantly tell her that you're not interested.

she revels in the other creatures’ jealousy and hatred of her. she knows the others only think of her as a dirty harlot, ruining the valiant image of their ruler. but she couldn't care less about what others think. she barely even cares what you think. she knows what she wants, and nobody will stop her from getting it. not even you.

THE FAIRY is the most envious of them all. fairies are known for being small and weak. he knew you weren't going to like him. that's why he desperately tried to get your approval the moment he met you. he always leaves you small gifts and watches from afar as you collect them, hoping that it'll be something that you enjoy. he knows that pixies are generally the ones that leave small gifts, but he had to find some way to gain your favor. he's only 6 inches tall and could easily be stomped on by the other creatures. so that means he isn't strong, or incredibly intelligent, or immortal. he has nothing going for him compared to the others, so all he can do is be as kind as possible to you.

deep down, he's aware that he doesn't stand a chance. but he keeps trying. he knows he loves you more than any of the other creatures can say. he would be kind to you. he would follow your every command. he would do whatever you want him to do. he just wants you. it doesn't matter how you treat him or what you do to him. sure, if you hurt him, he won't be very happy about it, but he'll still be grateful that you even looked his way and gave him a chance.

he's usually very friendly and giving towards others, and especially to you, but behind closed doors, he's cruel towards those that you show love and affection to. he knows it's wrong. he knows you would probably be mad at him for his behavior. but he can't help it. everyone else is so much bigger and stronger than he is. deep down, he knows they could protect and take care of you better than he can. so, his inferiority complex shifts into anger that he takes out onto them. and if they happen to snitch on him, he'll just start fake crying. you'd comfort him and tell him everything's okay, because you trust him! he's the one that is so small, gentle, and always gifts you, so he'd never do anything wrong...

THE VAMPIRE has a strategy to winning you over. she's one of the eldest, most intelligent and calculated creatures in the village. over the course of the couple thousand years that she's been alive, she never had any romantic interest in anyone until she met you. you changed something in her. she's always been very formal, and polite, but you awoke something new in her. something... possessive and perhaps even controlling. after meeting you, she suddenly had the urge to take care of you. as she unfortunately cannot be in the sun, so she watches you from afar. follows you from a distance, making sure you are safe. she's ready to step in as soon as she needs to, in order to protect you.

she's more likely to take a friendlier, respectful approach compared to others. unlike the vulgar harpy, or the overly submissive fairy, she's more formal and respects your authority as their leader. every night, she walks around your house and if you happen to come out, she pretends she was "on her way home" and says that it "would be a lovely time to go for a walk" and you assume she was telling the truth.

the best part about having a plan such as hers, is that the other creatures have no idea that she's interested in you. they go to her for advice and try to ask for her help in courting you. they trust her, not knowing she'll ruin them once she knows their plans in wooing you. and they'll never know that it was her, because she's the beautiful older woman in the village that has never caused any problems! everyone loves her. and soon, you will too.

she's patient. everyone else is in such a rush to make you theirs immediately, but she knows you're worth waiting for. she knows that in the end, she'll come out on top, and you'll be hers. all she must do is wait.

THE ELF is one of the shyest. she's looked down upon in the village for being too timid and messy. with frizzy hair, pointy ears, and a dreadful fashion sense, she stays in her dingy little shack in the woods, crafting weapons and houseware to sell to the villagers. every month, she begrudgingly makes her visit to the village's market to display and sell her things, then go straight back home. she dreads seeing others, feeling safe only in the solitude of the quiet woods.

she always knew of a human monarch ruling over the land, but she didn't bother investigating for herself. she wanted to just make and sell her goods, then lurk in the outskirts of the village in peace. but one day, you just happened to be at her usual selling place.

she dropped all her items in a few baskets, standing by ready to give them away. that's when you approached, offering a generous sum of money to purchase items that were rumored to "be of high quality" from the other villagers. the second she saw you, her heart almost stopped. she knew the monarch was supposed to be beautiful, but she wasn't aware you were going to look that good. she quickly and awkwardly wrapped the items in leaves, handing them to you and feeling her heart skip a beat when your fingers brushed against hers. she thanked you, bowing her head so you wouldn't see how red her pale skin became. you simply walked away without saying anything else.

she replayed that moment over and over again in her head on her journey back home. should she have said something else? should she have refused your money or given you more items? should she have wrapped your items in something fancier than random leaves she picked from the forest? god, you probably think she's a loser now. you probably dislike her just as much as everyone else does. she maybe even offended you, because she didn't recognize you at first.

she spent that whole night rethinking her entire life choices. and the night after that. and the night after that. and that whole week. and the next week. then the next. until it was time to sell her things again. this time, she would be prepared for your arrival.

she spent that month lurking around the village, overhearing the things people said about you. she never knew there was so much competition to win your heart! she'd definitely have to study your interests to win you over.

every day, she peeked into your castle and carefully inspected your bedroom. she studied your clothes, hair, accessories, decorations, and more. she took note of it all, storing it in her memory to use later in order to impress you and show that she would be the best candidate for your affections.

when the day came for her to publicly return to the village, she made sure her hair was nicely put together, instead of the usual frizzy look. she made sure her clothes weren't so tattered and dirty, and she was wearing your favorite color. she made sure her goods were clean and wrapped nicely in cloth that she sewed herself, based on the designs on your castle's carpet.

she waited and waited. the usual customers came by, surprised that she seemed more put together-- but she didn't spare them a single glance. she was just looking for you. where were you? did you not like her goods? or maybe her initial thoughts were correct: her first impression was so terrible that you hate her, and you'll never see her again.

it was late at night, way past her curfew. she was packing her things ready to return home and cry herself to sleep after you didn't show up. until she finally spotted you in the distance, walking next to the vampire lady.

she felt her face go red in embarrassment. what was she even thinking? of course you're into someone else. she spent an entire month obsessing over you to the point where she mended her appearance to impress you and maybe get you to spend more time with her. but it was all for naught, wasn't it?

but maybe... she can keep trying. she put in so much effort. she tried so hard to EARN your approval, instead of trying to seduce you like that old ass vampire. she's never felt this way for anyone before. she hates everyone else. she hates talking to people, spending time with people. they've never liked her anyway. but you didn't hate her. you just purchased her goods with an incredible amount of money and never insulted her or raised a single finger on her. she'll never forget that. she'll always be grateful for that. in return, she'll make herself better for you. she'll change, and you'll be nice to her again... maybe even love her just as much as she loves you... right?

THE MERMAN is one of the cutest, yet the most codependent and manipulative of them all. he's just a defenseless merman; he can't go on land! you'll have to visit him every day and talk to him, or else he'll go mad. you can't leave him alone for a single day, because he has no other friends. that would be so rude of you.

every day, he sits and waits for you, posing prettily on the biggest rock on the beach. if anyone were to flirt or try to talk to him, he'd usually roll his eyes and swim away. he has a bit of a reputation for being the most handsome creature out of everyone else in the village. but no matter how many villagers attempt to charm him, none of them have ever caught his eye. in fact, they often leave the beach crying in despair after he rejects them with no remorse or kindness. he'll insult them and bluntly tell them he would never be interested in them.

because you're the only one he wants.

he sees your riches. your beauty. your power and intelligence. he's attracted to all of it. he fantasizes every day about being with you. he knows that you're human and you can't be with him all day, but he can't bare being away from you for so long! he's tried multiple times to crawl on land, but he just can't do it without fainting and being carried back to the sea by one of his fellow merfolk.

he begs you to spend as much time as you can with him. he is overjoyed the moment he sees you walking towards his spot at the beach. he starts squealing and splashing around, doing a few tricks to impress you. he immediately starts bombarding you with questions, asking how you are and what you're doing later, subtly wrapping his tail around your arm so you can't walk away. he talks to you nonstop, trying to make you stay. he knows you are royalty, and you have your duties, but they can't be more important than him.

every time you even hint at leaving, he starts getting emotional. what do you mean you're leaving soon? don't you know what you mean to him? you know you're his only connection to the outside world and the land. you're one of his only friends. you can't just leave him. don't you know how much he cares about you? don't you know how many people he's rejected for you? don't you know how many hours he spent combing through his hair with a fork he found lying washed up on the sand? don't you know how many hours he spent trying to polish his scales, making them shinier to catch your eye? he tried so hard to look all pretty for you, and now you're just going to leave?

wait, you'll come back tomorrow? oh, okay. well, why didn't you just say that sooner? just don't keep him waiting too long. even though you're leaving, he'll stay lying on his rock, staring at your castle with a longing look in his teary eyes, waiting for your return.

[no-144444]

When are we getting more playing favourites? I’ve read it like 3 times now and can’t wait for more!

firsts- o.piastri

summary: your first season as an f1 driver doesn't start the best, and you quickly realise McLaren doesn't like women very much. On top of that, your race engineer is as smug as the rest of them, and you have to deal with him all the time.

pairing: race engineer! oscar piastri x f1driver! fem! reader

warnings: lots of misogyny, lando is an asshole in this, illusions to ed behaviour, reader is not in a good head space, all of mclaren is super sexist, mentions of crashes and injuries, smut! (in this chapter) 18+

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve more to come...

Your hotel room was quiet. Eerily so. 

“We’ll get through it,” he shook his head, pacing the room. “We have to.”

“Oscar,” your voice broke, arms wrapping around your legs as you sat at the top of the bed. His head snapped to you, eyes wide with panic. “We can’t fight them.”

He crossed the room and sat beside you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you, smoothing down your hair. “We have to,” he whispered. “We will.” 

“And what can we even fight them on?” you whispered, a tear falling. “Unlawful termination? That’s not going to get you a contract with them again. I need to start fighting my contract. I need to get to Aston Martin-”

“You can’t win a championship with Aston-”

“Why would I ever want to win another championship without you?” You questioned, a confused look on your face. He stopped for a moment. Did you really mean that? You’d give up a championship for him. He felt like he’d been punched in the gut and hugged at the same time, and he didn’t know what to do other than kiss you. You kissed him back, just as desperate, as if you were searching for an answer to your impossible situation. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “So much,” and he kissed you again. Oscar was acutely aware you’d never said you loved him back, but he felt it. He felt it in the way you stuck to him like glue. How you always took time to make him a hot chocolate when you made your coffee. How you listened to him talk and talk, all the fucking time. How you spoke to and spent time with his family. How you kissed him. How you’d give up a championship for him. 

A thousand thoughts at once ran through your mind, you’d both been teetering on the edge of this for months. Those heated kisses and borderline explicit touches, and yet you’d never done anything really. You wanted the first time to be special, and I guess it doesn’t get much more special than realising you’ll have to either fight a lawsuit or work out of different garages. You pulled at his hoodie, signalling that you wanted it off and he pulled back, eyes wide. “Are you-?”

“Are you okay with-?” 

You both stared for a beat, then chuckled. “You go first,” you offered, heat crawling up your cheeks as you watched him blush. 

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, sitting back. “And if you do, just remember we can pull the plug anytime, right?”

You nodded, biting your lips. Why did this feel humiliating? “I’m sure,” you looked down, then back up at him. “Are you sure you want this?” 

He could barely hide his smile, though he did try, and it just made you laugh. “I’m pretty fucking sure,” he nodded, and pulled off his hoodie. It always shocked you how fit Oscar was. Like obviously, he’s hot, you have eyes. And you two always work out together, so you know he’s strong, it just doesn’t register in your head that Oscar would be so built. You smoothed a hand down his chest, letting your eyes explore as he watched you, an amused smirk on his lips. “Like what you see?” he teased, throwing his hoodie off the bed as you chuckled. 

He leaned over and kissed you again, his hands venturing under your hoodie and holding your hips with a kind of care you’d never felt before. You froze. He noticed and pulled back immediately. He didn’t want to fuck this up. He didn’t want to make this awful for you. He wanted this to be one of the only ‘firsts’ in your life that wasn’t tainted by something bad happening, not after your first win. “Is everything okay?”

“I’ve never… done this before,” you admitted. “I’m kind of… scared.” 

He shrugged. “That’s alright,” he smiled. “We can take it slow,” he offered. “Or not at all.”

“No,” you shook your head. “I want to do it. Maybe, just slow, if that’s alright?”

He nodded and reached out a hand to take yours. “We’ll take everything at your pace, yeah?”

You smiled at him and nodded, lunging up to kiss him again. You loved kissing Oscar. It was so simple, but so lovely. Something so intimate about it too. 

His hands reached the bottom of your hoodie and he pulled back for a brief second. “I’m going to take this off, is that alright?” 

You nodded quicker than you thought you were, and held your arms up for him. Now you were in a bra and a pair of his boxers as sleep shorts. You could feel the slight chill from the open window, but felt the heat radiating off of Oscar even more. You shivered as he kissed you again. 

“Is this alright?” he asked through kisses, his left hand gently making its way into your underwear. His voice was deep, deeper than you’d ever heard it. It was hot. He was hot. You nodded, pulling him down by his hair so you could kiss his neck. The second his fingers made contact with your clit, your brain short-circuited. You let out a moan as he started with soft circles, gently touching you, testing the waters. If the way you were writhing beneath him was any indication, he was doing a good job. “Feels good?”

“Yes,” you whined, closing your eyes as he sped up his movements. You tried to continue with your assault on his neck, but your body was just so focused on what was happening between your legs. “So good.”

He slowly pushed a finger into your cunt, and you gasped. He chuckled lightly. “You’ve never played with yourself?” he questioned, his voice low, like it was a dirty secret. You shook your head, looking up at him as you gripped at the back of his neck, grinding onto his hand. “Fuck,” he groaned, biting his lip. “You’re so beautiful.”

You involuntarily whined at his words, making him chuckle yet again. You looked away, embarrassed, but he used his other hand to pull your face back. He kissed you gently, a smile on his lips. “You’re doing great, baby,” he whispered. “You just focus on how you feel.”

You nodded, following his instructions, feeling everything he was doing to you. It was maddening, the soft circles, the way he spread you out for himself, his voice, everything. Slowly, pressure began to build in your stomach and your grip tightened. He noticed, because of course he did. His fingers moved faster. “Close, pretty girl?” He didn’t need an answer to know he had guessed correctly when you tightened your grip again, and moaned straight into his ear, the noise going straight to his cock. “Alright?”

“Holy shit,” you whined, your hands cupping his cheeks. “I’ve been missing out,” you joked, and he laughed, dropping his head against your chest. 

“Yeah, you have,” he chuckled. “But we’re here now. Are you alright to keep going?”

Though you were tired, you nodded, not wanting this to end. He slowly took his hand out of your pants, you hissed at the loss of contact and he genuinely didn’t know how long he would last if you kept making those noises the way you were, and how your nails had been digging into his back. He’d never guessed he’d be into being scratched, but it felt good. Anything with you felt good. “Okay, I’m going to take these off now then, is that alright?” He asked, his hand at the edge of his your boxers. 

You nodded. This was the moment. This was it. “Yes.”

He slowly pulled them down your legs. You sat up (to his surprise) and his mouth actually watered as you pulled off your bra. Fuck. How was he going to get through this without cumming in his pants? He quickly pulled off his shorts and underwear and grabbed one of the complimentary condoms the hotel had in every room (he’d chuckled at it originally, mentally joking about how he’d never use it, how wrong he was). He caught a glimpse of your face, your jaw was dropped. 

“What?” he questioned, panic in his voice. 

“You’re huge,” you admitted, not even realising what you were saying, just staring at his dick and wondering how the fuck he was supposed to fit. He smirked. Ego = boosted.  

“It’s kind of average, no?” he questioned, trying to hide his smirk as he blushed. Granted, he knew he was above average, but not by much- anyway, he moved on to the important thing. “I’m going to push in slow, alright?” he told you, and you nodded. “You sure you’re alright?”

“I am, are you?” you asked, taking his hand. He liked this. The gentleness. The softness. 

He smiled. “Better than alright.” 

And he slowly pushed in. He was huge, filling you so much so you thought you could feel it in your lungs for a moment, after a moment to get used to the stretch, he started moving, and god, it was euphoria. Why had you never had sex before? Why had you never fucked Oscar before? He was so sweet, so perfect, so… him. 

“You doing alright?” he checked, slowly moving in and out of your dripping pussy. Your breath stuttered with every thrust, and he could see the way your eyes glossed over as you focused only on the sensation he was providing. It gave him more motivation to not cum. He had to make you feel good. 

“Perfect,” you said, breathless, right before a particularly hard thrust pulled another moan out of you. His lips lowered to your neck as his thumb started gently rubbing over your clit, making you writhe beneath him. 

“Gotta stay a bit more still baby,” he grunted, placing his hand on your stomach, holding you down. Your hands went to run up and down his back, moaning into his shoulder as the sensation built, hot and heavy in your stomach for the second time that night. “Let go whenever you’re ready, I want you to cum for me.” 

Fuck he was hot. Like, really hot. He changed the angle, somehow getting deeper than before, and you almost screamed. He chuckled, kissing you again. “Osc, I-I’m going to cum-”

“Cum for me, please baby, cum all over my cock,” he had a filthy mouth. As he picked up the pace, so did his grunts and small whines, they were music to your ears, making you tighten around him. “Come on baby, all over my cock.” 

And you did. “Fuck! I love you,” you rushed out as your body spasmed, cumming on his cock. His jaw dropped and he started moving quicker, racing to get to his own high. 

He did. “I love you,” from his lips like a mantra. He stilled inside you, pushing in as far as he could and cumming in the condom, your name on his lips. 

You stayed like that for a moment, your eyes closed as your pussy contracted around him, him on top of you, closer than you’d ever been. “Fuck,” he breathed out, pulling out of you as you hissed at the overstimulation. “Are you alright?” he asked, sitting up beside you, disposing of the condom in the bin beside the bed. 

You were exhausted, but more than happy. You nodded. “Better than alright,” you cracked a smile, turning to him. You weren’t nervous, being naked in front of him. You weren’t scared of what he’d say. You trusted him, utterly and completely. 

“You said you love me,” he chuckled, emotion building in his throat and behind his eyes. “Did you mean that?”

You reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him down to kiss you again. “I love you,” you whispered. He nodded. 

“I love you too,” he smiled. He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and taking your hand in his. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smiled. “And we’ll fix this.”

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Yandere alien leader x pet reader

[working on a bigger one for this]

Reader is an astronaut on a space exploration only to get taken in and ‘adopted’ who think reader is a little stray.

Reader just looks so vulnerable, they have no claws, their teeth are dull, and are almost hairless.

So leader out of the kindness of its heart takes reader in as its own.

Thus starts the new domestic pet life of reader, yes they will be sleeping on leaders chest from now on, it’s the warmest and safest place for them.

Leader yan would also get reader fake little acrylic nail claws so they feel safer.

Also know that thing where pet owners will go “oh big yawn” or “big stretch” yeah expect to be told a lot in leaders care.

Expect to be pampered like you never expected, leader yan is not cutting corners, hungry? Five course meal. Bored? Live entertainment perfectly tailored to the story you want to see.

[saturnsurn]

THANK YOU! THANK YOU?

In which you receive/give random gifts!

⭒ Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna and Toji

⭒ warnings - gore but not visually (sukuna), nothing else I think? Toji’s isn’t actually random but wtvs

[selineram3421]

Deer Demon Child Headcanons

Part 3

Part 2

Alastor & Child Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ protective Alastor, gn child reader, Disney mention, Brothers Grimm mention, cussing. ⚠

"Good morning my little royal/prince/princess!", Alastor greets you in the morning.

He's set up a nice little place for you in his room, something he conjured up but you picked out everything that was your favorite.

Originally, you were supposed to have a whole hotel room to yourself but Vaggie had said it would be safer with him. Which wasn't wrong. No stranger would dare enter his room unless they wanted to die a second death.

So, with a cozy nest (bed, it's a bed) and willow leaves acting as canopy curtains, you had a place of your own.

One day you ask him for books while eating breakfast with the hazbin crew and they all suggest fairy tales, Disney books that are very fanciful, and more.

He gets a range of books for you and suggests reading one story from each to see which ones you like more.

They watch and read along with you, Charlie picking out some with bright covers.

However, you end up picking out a book he recognizes. The Brothers Grimm fairy tales.

"Oh, uh. That one's a little scary, don't you think?" Charlie says and lifts up one of the books she picked. "Why not this one? It's got really nice pictures!"

"But I like this one..", you pout and hold the book closer. "It has a lot of stories in it, not just one."

Alastor smiles and pats your head. "Whatever pleases you my little fawn! Might I suggest one?", he says and hands you another book. "It has poems and short stories."

"That's fucking Edgar Allen Poe!", Vaggie says. "Why are you giving them that book?"

"Just a suggestion. If they don't like it, they can always get rid of it.", he counters and snaps a paper into existence. "If anyone else has suggestions for them, write it down."

You have your own little bookshelf of your favorites by the end of the month.

Then there is the day when Lucifer comes over.

"And these are our hotel residents!", Charlie says and begins introducing everyone. "Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, and-", she looks around for you, noticing you're hiding behind her. "Oh, there you are."

Lucifer finds you adorable.

"Why, hello there!", the King says and kneels down to meet your gaze. "I'm Lucifer, and you?"

You mumble out your name and hide a little more behind Charlie.

Then Alastor shows up soon after.

"I'm Alastor! The Radio Demon. I'm sure you've heard of me from my broadcasts.", he says grinning down at the King. "You're much shorter in real life."

"Never heard of you."

The two butt heads with sarcasm, insults, and Alastor covers your ears as he curses at the short King.

"Haha! Fuck you."

"O-K!", Charlie quickly pushes the two away from each other. "Let's get back on with the tour.", she guides her Dad away quickly.

Alastor pats your head before lifting you up, resting you on his hip for a moment to adjust you in his hold.

"Were you two fighting?", you ask.

"Oh no, we just had a small disagreement my deer.", he says and boops your nose. "Let's join Charlie on the tour, yes?"

You nod and snuggle into his chest.

With a gentle smile and a wave of his hand, he poofs your stuffed voodoo doll in his hold before giving it to you.

"Ok, why is no one else concerned about this?", Lucifer gestures to Alastor and you.

Vaggie speaks up. "Alastor is their main caretaker, and he does a surprisingly good job. The little one hasn't made any complaints about him."

The King "sneakily" hands a note to you, and Alastor looks at the paper confused.

You unfold it and end up reading it out loud. "Blink twice if you need help-"

"Oh for goodness sake-!", Alastor holds his hand out for the note.

You give it to him and watch as he burns it in a green flame.

"Let's get on with the tour already, we are wasting time here."

Then a flapper barges into the hotel singing and Alastor tells you to stay away from her.

"She may be a friend, but she is a reckless one. Mimzy won't care if you get hurt. Stay clear of her, understand?"

"I understand.", you nod.

After leaving Mimzy at the bar, Alastor hands you off to Vaggie when Husk stops the deer to talk.

Lucifer asks why you're in the "red place" and Charlie pulls him away to talk.

Vaggie continues walking with you in her arms and pats your head. "So.. Do you like your books?"

"I love them!"

"Really? Which one is your favorite of favorites?"

You excitedly told her your favorite.

Charlie and Lucifer return with small smiles.

When you are all on the balcony, and the conversation turns more serious, the hotel suddenly shakes.

Vaggie holds you tight as she runs down and gets her spear. She passes you along to the King.

"Uh.., hi.", the blonde man says awkwardly, holding you at a distance. "Let me just..", he adjusts his hold on you and now carries you like a football on his hip. "Yeah, that's fine."

The King walks over towards the bar and tells you to hide under the counter before going to the front door near Charlie.

It's loud outside.

You sit on the floor and wait. Things somewhat calm and then you hear Alastor do his radio noises.

"￦h€re ar€ +he¥?"

"I gave them to Lucifer.", Vaggie says.

"I put them behind the bar counter.", the King replies.

Alastor walks around and finds you hiding under one of the corner shelves and picks you up. Mumbling about how dusty your clothes are and brushing off the dust bunnies from your clothes.

"None of you lot know how to take care of children.", the deer grumbles.

Alastor and Lucifer end up arguing about who is a better caretaker. Then you're surrounded by stuffed toys, blankets, books, clothes, and games.

Charlie finally has enough and scolds the two for messing up her lobby.

You do get to keep some things but most of it is poofed away.

Lucifer gives you a duck before leaving.

At the end of the day everyone is in the dining room. You are sleepy and finish what you could of dinner before placing your utensil down.

The Radio Demon notices and stands up, going over to take your plate.

You hold your arms up at him as soon as he is within reach. He chuckles and picks you up. You quickly get comfortable as he holds you close.

"Niffty, be a dear and take care of the clean up."

"Ok!", the little bug demon says and scurries around the room, cleaning up.

Walking back to the hotel room, Alastor speaks up. "Did you enjoy today my little deer? I hope you ignored that silly stuff the small man was saying. He doesn't know anything."

You yawn and sleepily rub your eye. "Hm? About what?"

"The King, dear. Nevermind, it's alright. He just wanted to feel better about himself.", the deer demon rolls his eyes. "I'm obviously far more skilled than he is."

"It's ok. I know you are a good Papa..", you nod off to sleep.

Alastor stands in the middle of the hallway, shocked.

He gently pats your head before continuing to the room. Once he gets to your little nest, he sets you down, taking off anything that might hurt you in your sleep or cut off blood flow, and tucks you into bed.

"Good night my little royal/princess/prince.", he whispers softly and pecks your forehead.

Finally got this done! Yay. I wanna take a nap now.

~Seline, the person.

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[fisshbones]

Can you trust them with your drink? (Amphoreus edition)

Small hcs! featuring Phainon, Cipher, Mydei, Castorice, Anaxa, & Aglaea

cw: short, probably ooc, mentions of being drunk, anaxa’s gun, mentions of spiking drinks/drugging (none actually happens though,) gn reader, not proofread, platonic

Phainon

- Yesn’t

- Phainon won’t let ANYONE touch your drink besides you and himself, but depending on how drunk he is he might mistake your drink for his.

- He’s done this with multiple times “accidentally.” It’s probably the third time tonight that he’s downed someone else’s drink.

- And if you catch him drinking your drink he’ll awkwardly laugh and scratch his neck, then apologize. Hell he even offer to get you another drink- on his tab this time.

Castorice

- assuming that you won’t die from being so close to her

- Yes!! You can trust her, and she takes this job very seriously.

- While people already normally stay out of her way; the dark looks she gives people if they even glance at your drink scares anyone away.

- Unlike Phainon she wouldn’t dare take a sip from your drink, not even accidentally ♡

Cipher

- no. lol

- The moment you leave Cipher is putting that drink on some random table and going back to pick pocketing random people.

- If you try to find her for your drink good luck, she’s too fast for you. She’ll doge you and your questions at the speed of light.

- Oh- and don’t bother with buying another drink, when you check your pockets/wallet/purse you’ll notice she stole every last coin.

Mydei

- Kinda? It’s safe to leave your drink with him but it might not be there when you come back.

- Mydei would never tamper with almost anyone’s drinks including yours,

- But he tends to move around a lot in these places so he might spill some here and there. It’s not like it’s on purpose but just be aware quite an amount of that drink may end up on the floor.

Anaxagoras

- Are you two close? If you are? Yes! If not? Hell nah

- Given you two are close he’ll give point stares to anyone who walks nears that drink. If someone asks for your drink or tries to tamper with it, he will insult that person and their entire bloodline so badly that the perpetrator will actively avoid both of you for years to come. Or just take his gun out as a scare tactic.

- And if you’re not close, or if you’re Aglaea he might just pour out your drink entirely. Don’t ask for a replacement drink from him either, he’ll just stare at you like you’re the dumbest person alive.

Aglaea

- She won’t even let you hand her your drink, if you even ask her to hold it just act like she didn’t hear you and walk away.

- But let’s pretend she likes you enough to hold it-

- She’ll cover the top of your cup with a napkin and put her hand over top of the napkin just to be extra careful.

- Most people won’t bother her nor your drink when she’s has it. If some idiot tries to mess with the drink, thinking she won’t notice they’re sadly mistaken. She won’t let a grave act like this go unpunished, but that can wait for later.

- When you come back Aglaea will let you know if someone was acting suspiciously and tell you to be careful. Though if you forget her threads can keep watch for you.

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[blood-smiles]

Yandere! Nurse made you some food!! <3

I had such a blast making this short little thing, I’m working on another sexy nurse costume Yuuto again for Halloween!! I’m not sure if I want the blood version or not 🤔🤔

He sneaked his special batter in your pancakes!! <3 made with extra love and extra nutrients! He can’t have his darling getting sick now can he?

[oddlylovingaddiction]

; Coming Full Circle

Part 1: Here , Part 2: Here , Part 3: You’re here!

CW: Reader is pregnant BUT is gender neutral only being referred to as you, if you don't have the ability to get pregnant you do now (in this series). Neglected reader x (platonic.) bat family. Reader is probably around in your 20s (21 - 25) and is the 5th(??) oldest.

TW: Past abuse in the form of emotional neglect/abuse, pregnancy, panic attacks and angst

After passing out from the emotions of the shopping trip you woke up to your warm bed. It seems someone (other than Damian, he was too small to carry an adult.) had placed you on your bed, removed your shoes and removed anything that would snag or choke you in your slumber as well, it seems they also left your shopping bags at the foot of your bed. You were starting to wonder if that shopping tripped really ending up helping you because now it’s 12:32 at night and you’re texting your husband you were supposedly not talking to and you felt unbelievably drained from all that crying you did. Usually you’d cry in his arms while he comforts you so perhaps that’s why your reaching out to him.

You:

I’m fine. And I’m safe just need some space

Him:

I want to give that to you but I’m just nervous not knowing where you are.

You can feel a headache coming on, perhaps from the crying, the fact you were still in your day clothes and from the fact he was so insistent on your location, fair enough, you disappeared with almost nothing on you and also, in his eyes, randomly one day with no signs that you would be away from him for so long. You choose to turn off your phone and just lay there. Honestly it’s all too much. These hectic phew days seeing your family again has been overwhelming. You can’t lie and say you aren’t enjoying the attention but at the same time you feel this gnawing feeling in your chest. The lingering in the back of your mind being ‘Is this all real? Was the years of neglect real or did I imagine it all? Has everyone always cared I didn’t notice?’ and arguably the most significant reason to you ‘what was the reason for it all?’

You can feel your mind start spiralling and you begin to feel sick. You hate it all. Hate being aware of everything all at once. Hate the almost never ending unanswered questions.

You quickly get up shaking your head gently refusing to let it completely overwhelm you, grabbing some PJs you change into as you do. They smell like your him, you both use the same detergent so it always reminds you of each other. You then slide on your slippers as you walk to the kitchen to get a late night snack. You’ve been have some pregnancy cravings but nothing super weird surprisingly, like pickles and peanut butter.

In the kitchen you search for some of your favourite snacks to eat lately, unfortunately there’s none left so you settle for some fruit you like, not as tasty like the ones you have at home but decent enough. The moonlight comes through the kitchen window making you think once again as you bite into the succulent fruit while you lean against the marble kitchen counters. The night is quiet, perfect for unwelcomed overthinking.

‘I wonder what would’ve happened if I stayed here?’

‘What would’ve happened if I never had gotten pregnant?’

The worst thought of all though was; ‘is this sudden affection from everyone in this manor only because of the baby?’

You love your baby you do but you’d hate for all this affection to be just for the child. You are your family’s child first and all you want is for them to love you as you and not for the child you carry.

You feel a slight buzz in your pyjama pocket. You’ll have to deal with your true family before your second, and right now part of your true family is worried about you.

Him:

Please talk to me, my love.

You pause sighing, perhaps if you were raised in a healthy family you could’ve grown up to handle conflict better. Maybe you would still be there with him in your shared home. No point in lamenting about it though.

You:

I’m here sorry I needed to take a break, I was getting overwhelmed.

Him:

Thats okay I’m sorry… I’m just scared

Your husband has always been kind and patient with you even when you found even yourself difficult. Of course he makes mistakes, but he never hurts you and he would never emotionally abandon you like this cursed family did and yet here you were abandoning him, thinking about that makes you wince slightly.

You:

That’s fair… I’m sorry.

Ever since our last argument I’ve been struggling a bit. I know it seems minor but the fact we disagreed on something so small but important around our child is scary. Because what happens next?

All your thoughts spill out as you type, like an overflowing fountain, speaking of fountains you can feel your eyes fill up with tears as you type.

Will we continue to argue about every small thing, like on how to parent our child? Will you get tired if we just continuously disagree and fight? What happens when the baby comes, if I’m like this now will I really be a good parent? Can I even love when I was raised without it?

Your sweet husband knows everything about your childhood and you know everything about his. He never once judged or blamed you for the trauma you endured, he was always on your side.

Him:

I know you’re scared, my love. but one disagreement doesn’t mean our marriage will fall apart, raising a life can be scary but that’s why we are doing it as a team and not as individuals.

I’ll never get tired of you, I intend to stay true to our marriage vows and love you in sickness and in health. I’ll never be tired of you and I won’t be tired of the baby because I love you both. Also you will be a good parent, I know it. Just because you may have been raised without love and care doesn’t mean you can’t love and care anymore, you’re married to me and you love me just fine.

Don’t doubt yourself so much. Thinking so big about everything all at once is bound to get you overwhelmed.

You can almost hear his naggy voice lecturing you towards the end making you giggle softly.

You:

Youer right I’m sorry. I love you so much ♡

God I feel like a fool right now.

Him:

My fool ♡

Now go to sleep I can tell you’re about to pass out because you spelt you’re wrong

Also I bet the reason you stayed away from me for so long is you were too embarrassed

Shit! He caught you. You should’ve known better but he can practically see through you sometimes so you don’t know why you’re surprised. You laugh softly and hang your head slightly at the fact you can still feel the connection when you’re both apart. It’s a testament that you both are truly blessed with one another.

You:

Will do, love you again. Also your bet was right, I’ll text you my location tomorrow so you can pick me up.

Him:

Looking forward to it ♡

You yawn after he sends his last text for tonight, he was right all anxiety has left you with a giant puddle of sleepiness. You eat the last slice of your fruit, wash your hands in the kitchen sink, then finally you walk back to bed.

You’ve never walked around so late it’s almost eerie how quiet it all is, when you were younger you were afraid monsters would get you as sometimes you heard weird noises when you did try to venture outside your room.

Perhaps you should’ve looked around at night more because then you wouldn’t be lost, wandering around a large manor in a sleepy haze, desperate to get back to bed. “Office…?” You mumble looking into rooms for the staircase so you could get to your room to no avail.

Somehow you end up in Bruce’s study, that he once expressed you weren’t supposed to go into at any point, normally you’d listen, it was just an office after all but the sleep made you bold as you step in.

The room in your sleepy vision was normal.

Minus the bookcase behind the desk which was moved to the side to reveal a staircase going down. The shock of the weird bookcase and stairs going down sobered you up from your sleepy haze.

“Wait.. we had a basement?”

You crept down the dark stairwell, the only way you knew where you were going is because of the small lights that lined the walls as you descended. The stairs and the walls weren’t old and rickety for a secret passage, they were what looked to be sold black iron all around minus the matching black carpet going down the middle of the stairs.

“This isn’t weird at all…” you mumble sarcastically to yourself.

You can’t decide what would be worse a creepy old staircase that looks like it lead to a dungeon or a staircase that looks like it would lead you to something like a room for experiments. Either way it felt like you were about to witness something you shouldn’t have seen.

If only you knew how right you were.

Finally you reached the end of the stairs, if you were even still a tiny bit sleepy that terribly long walk down got rid of it. You walk a wide corridor, what looks to be different entrances to rooms line the walls. You want to open one and check but your body pushes you to continually walk forward.

Once you reach the end you see two see-through automatic doors, when you step past one you panic as you’re sprayed down with what you can only assume are chemicals. One you step through the other, you’re greeted with a very large cave.

A cave full of shit you’d never find in a cave, like cars and, sitting in the middle of the very big cave, what looks to be a giant computer.

Alarm bells ring in your head, this definitely wasn’t for you to see. But those alarm bells and everything else in your head quickly dies when you see Bruce, Dick and Alfred walking towards you talking amongst themselves.

You wouldn’t feel this sudden horrifying pit in your stomach if that was it.

No. If that was it you’d be fine. But instead Dick and Bruce were in costumes.

Not just any costumes but Batman and Nightwing costumes.

‘No.’

‘There’s just no way.’

‘This is a joke.’

But you knew it wasn’t when Alfred looked ahead and met your eyes, his face paling at the realization of you standing there and that’s all you needed to turn and run.

You run back to the see-through doors, down the black hallway and up the black stairs. You are pretty sure you can hear yelling but you can’t hear it over the sound of your own breathing as you hyperventilate.

Everything you knew about your family has come crashing down. What was real? Who else knew? No, they all must’ve known. It makes sense that everyone in this family knew but you. Which other superhero was secretly your family member?

Your vision blurs from tears. They were superheros. Saving EVERYONE. EVERYDAY. But they could forget your birthdays, they could forget your existence. Watching your brothers and sisters celebrate their birthdays all together as a happy family and Bruce, your DAD, YOUR BIOLOGICAL DAD couldn’t find time to get you a different gift each year.

Everywhere feels unsafe, all you could do was run to the living room before you could feel the air in your throat get stuck from how quick you were breathing. The tears blurring your vision.

You quickly pull out your phone and quickly open your messages, your hand shaking as you click on your husband’s contact before sending him your location along with a single line saying ‘help’. You need to leave here fast no where feels safe. Everything feels fake.

As this is all happening you hear people call your name, through your tears you could make out Bruce and Dick.

“Hey hey hey let’s just calm down… it’s not a big deal! And what you saw wasn’t what it looked like.” Dick starts his own voice sounding unsure.

“N-not a- A BIG DEAL?” You manage to choke out and scream.

“Don’t be this way.” Bruce coldly glares at your reaction.

“DON’T BE THIS WAY?” You yell again, you’re pretty sure the entire manor is awake now from your cries. “You… you don’t get to tell me that.” You hiss through tears.

“Tell me, Bruce Thomas Wayne. Who else knows.” You ask slowly and carefully, voice full of spit.

There’s a silence before Bruce speaks up, “the… entire family knows.”

You go to laugh but before you can he adds on, “Because they’re all vigilantes too, we never told you because we wanted you to live a normal life...”

His voice fades away as the world around you shatters, a seemingly innocent illusion of a neglectful family has cracked and revealed a family who purposefully isolated you from themselves because they decided to choose for you that you’ll live a life full of wondering what you did so wrong to deserve this.

Your own father decided to tell the kids that aren’t even related to him to become heroes with him but here you were his biological child and yet he decided you weren’t worth it all.

You gently crumpled onto the floor.

Right before your husband decides to make a flashy entrance by shattering the living room window.

[bytemee]

۶ৎ LUCKY FOR ME — kim minjeong.

“you’ll be here so lucky for me.”

⌗ in which— minjeong falls in love.

pairings. college!student!winter x college!student!fem!reader

warning(s). fluff, kissing, mutual pining, and let me know if theres more!

word count. 2.2k

authors note. laufey i love you. im also writing chat. its hard to write nowdays...if u guys have short prompts u can send them i need some practice

minjeong had never really been in love before.

she always thought love was supposed to be something you eased into, like a hot bath. something that made sense because when it's with the right person, it shouldn't be a puzzle, something to decipher. but then there was you. loud where she was quiet, messy where she was meticulous, late where she was always on time. a walking contradiction to everything she was, but like they say, opposites attract.

for example, positive and negative, up and down, winter and summer.

the first time she met you was in the library. not in some romantic, serendipitous way, but because she was the unlucky library assistant assigned to track you down for not returning your books. you had disappeared from the library after freshman year, only showing your face again when you absolutely had to. she, on the other hand, had practically lived there.

“you’re a hard person to find,” she had said, arms crossed as she blocked your escape.

“yeah, well,” you had shrugged, giving her a sheepish smile, “i didn’t think anyone would actually come looking.”

she had rolled her eyes, but a little bit of her irritation melted away. you had apologized profusely, even offering to buy her lunch to make up for the trouble you caused. she had told you it wasn't necessary, that it was part of her job, but you were insistent, and she made it her mission to avoid you so you wouldn’t be able to catch her off-guard again.

and then, at the end of sophomore year, there you were again. this time, she was at the coffee shop on campus, sitting with a study group. you had been in line behind her, and the barista had called her name wrong, and you had corrected him. and that was it. the moment that changed her life.

because when she turned around, her nose and cheeks still red from the cold, her dark brown hair falling out of the scarf that covered her head, the sight of you stopped her in her tracks.

you had smiled at her and said, "hey. you're minjeong, right?"

you had known her name.

after that, you kept showing up. in the library, at the coffee shop, even in the dining hall where she usually ate alone. you made excuses to talk to her, slipping into her world so effortlessly that she didn't realize how much she had started to expect your presence until the days felt emptier without you.

you had this way of filling up her quiet world, making everything brighter and more vibrant than she had ever seen before. you didn't just change her life. you changed her.

the way you'd hum softly under your breath when she studied, the way you'd tap her notebook absentmindedly while waiting for her to acknowledge you. you annoyed her in a way she never minded, always finding a way to disrupt her routine just enough to make life more interesting.

she caught herself looking for you before she even realized she wanted to see you. she'd look over her shoulder as she walked across campus, and when you weren't there, it almost disappointed her. sometimes, you'd surprise her, and her heart would skip a beat, but then you'd smile at her and tell her you missed her, and it would start beating again.

sometimes, she didn't understand why you liked her.

but you did.

it had started slowly, but now, the realization that she loved you hit her like a tsunami, and it scared her. it felt like she couldn't breathe, like she had a rock sitting on her chest. because she had never done this before, and even though it was the scariest thing in the world, it was also the best feeling in the world.

minjeong sighed as she put down the pen and picked up her phone. her finger hovered over your contact name, but instead of calling you, she texted:

do you want to join me for a study session tomorrow?

it only took a few seconds for the three dots to appear, followed by

sure! where and when?

tomorrow, 2pm. library.

sounds perfect. can't wait!

minjeong smiled to herself and put her phone back down on the table. she turned back to her book, her face bright red.

the next day, she arrived at the library early. too early. the clock on the wall barely hit 1:30, and she was already flipping through the pages of a textbook she had no intention of reading. every few minutes, she glanced up at the door, waiting for you to walk in.

and when you did—hair a little messy, wrapped up in a scarf that barely matched your jacket, your backpack hanging off one shoulder—minjeong nearly forgot how to breathe.

“hey!” you grinned, sliding into the seat across from her. “you’re early.”

“you’re late,” she teased, though she knew you weren’t.

you laughed, shrugging off your backpack and coat. you pulled out your own stack of textbooks, notebooks, and pencils, setting them down on the table with a loud thud. she couldn't help but smile, watching as you got settled and flipped open your notebook.

minjeong was lost in her own thoughts, so when you spoke, it startled her.

"so, did you invite me here just to stare at me, or…"

her cheeks burned, and she turned away. "sorry. i didn't mean to…"

"oh, no, don't be sorry!" you chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "i was kidding… if it makes you feel better, i was staring too."

"you were?"

"well, yeah." you blushed, ducking your head slightly. "i like looking at you."

minjeong fell in love with you. again.

and again, and again, and again. she can almost rewind time, remembering every moment where you'd shown her a new reason to fall in love with you. it's impossible not to notice when everything about you is perfect. when you make mistakes, it doesn't make her want to run away. instead, it makes her want to get closer. to see all of you, flaws and all.

the first time was when it rained in the middle of spring and neither of you had an umbrella. she offered to share hers, but the wind had other plans, flipping it inside out and soaking you both within minutes. you had laughed, really laughed, and winter had just stared at you, like she had never heard anything like it before.

there was the second time on a summer night when you stayed out too late, sitting on the roof of your dorm, looking at the stars, and talking about the future. she had fallen asleep with her head on your shoulder, waking up the next morning wrapped in your arms and covered in blankets. you had kissed her forehead gently, telling her to go back to sleep.

and the third time was during the fall evening when she found you waiting outside the library, arms crossed, blowing warm air into your hands. "you're late, you know," you had teased, and she had rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. that night, after studying together for hours, she invited you back to her room for the first time.

and here she was again. falling even harder.

the driver grumbled about the frost on the windshield, muttering something about how shitty the visibility was. you let out a slow sigh, sneaking a glance at minjeong’s side profile, then at the driver, then back at her.

“minjeong,” you murmured, your voice so soft and low she almost thought she imagined it.

she turned her head just a little. “hmm?”

and that’s when you leaned in, closing the space between you, your lips pressing against hers.

for a second, she didn’t move—too surprised to react, frozen in place, unsure of what to do. she felt like she was in a dream, like any minute, she was going to wake up. she felt a rush of emotion—an overwhelming, terrifying mix of excitement, joy, and fear, all at once. and then, like an ocean wave, it swept her off her feet.

and finally, after what felt like an eternity, she kissed you back.

your lips were soft and gentle, and she felt like she was melting. like she had been cold all her life, and finally, after years of being numb, she was warm. when you pulled away, her lips still tingling, you rested your forehead against hers, smiling at her softly.

the taxi came to a stop outside the dorm, the engine giving a final sputter as it powered down.

"we're here," the driver announced, sounding impatient.

minjeong’s head was still spinning from the kiss, and you could barely catch your breath. the snow continued to fall softly, each flake twinkling as it landed on the ground. she didn't say anything as she followed behind you, exiting the taxi and walking to the front door of the dorm.

and that’s when you realized—you didn’t have your keys.

you checked your pockets. nothing. a glance at minjeong’s face told you she’d caught on too, and you cursed under your breath.

"i'm so stupid," you muttered, running a hand through your hair.

minjeong reached out and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "you're not stupid."

you sat on the steps of the building, leaning back against the stone railing, and buried your face in your hands. "i can't believe this," you mumbled. "we're gonna freeze to death out here." minjeong sat down beside you, close enough that your knees touched. she put an arm around you, pulling you close, and rested her head on top of yours.

"it's not so bad," she whispered.

you lifted your head, looking at her in surprise. "it's not?"

"no," she said. she smiled, and it made you feel safe. "it's actually kind of nice."

you hummed in agreement before muttering, "roommate’s probably out, though. i’ll just have to call her to come back and open the door." you fished your phone out of your pocket, but before you could call, minjeong grabbed your wrist gently.

"don't," she said, shaking her head. "let’s just… sit here for a while."

you hesitated, then put your phone back in your pocket, leaning into her side. "okay," you whispered.

and that's how the two of you stayed, sitting in the snow, your breaths creating small clouds of smoke that vanished into the winter air. and when you felt her lips press against the top of your head, her warmth surrounding you, her fingers laced through yours, you didn't care how cold it was anymore.

minjeong had never really been in love.

so please forgive her for the helpless haze she's in when you're near.