#it’s when they don’t specify and it catches you off guard

[gothyyy]

i wish all fanfic writers who write x reader fics and don’t specify the reader insert’s gender then proceed to use she/her pronouns to refer to reader a very what the fuck you have caused so much dysphoria for me stop doing that it’s the least you can do to specify so i know not to read it

[axelsagewrites]

Cregan Stark*Princess

Pairing: cregan x princess!reader (team not specified)

Kinktober Day twenty-one: face fucking with Cregan Stark: to gain his loyalty Cregan demands that you earn it, and he enjoys watching the tears streak down your face as you do

Warnings: cregan being a bit of a dick, arguing, m!reciving oral, face fucking, tears, deep throating, slight praise, suggested further smut, smut 18+

Word count: 1535

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You were a princess, a Targaryen, the future queen of the seven kingdoms and this stubborn northerner who had tried to refuse your stay. Cregan stark was a fickle man at best and an arse at worst. You had tried to talk to him in the halls, but he left, tried to join him at his table but he moved his plate, tried to catch him at the gods wood but he walked faster than you.

Now you found yourself rattling on his bedchamber door as his guards rapidly approached. You span on your heels, glaring at them, “Dreamcatcher is on the other side of that wall. Try it,” you spat at them when you saw them reach for their swords.

“If you’re done threatening my men,” Cregan’s voice had you spinning back around to glare at the tall northerner, “Can I help you with something princess? After all it is far past your bedtime,”

“Let me in now,” you demanded, ignoring the squeaks of the men behind you, “I didn’t come here to be ignored,” you stated, pushing past him into the bedchambers.

The doors shut behind him with a thud as you angrily began to pace the room, “You’ll wear a hole in my carpet,” he warned, moving to sit on a chair by his desk.

“I didn’t come here to sit in a cold room twiddling my thumbs- “

“Then why are you here?” he barked, cutting you off with no care of rank. Your pacing paused as you turned to glare at him, “Here to buy my loyalty with some false promise you never deliver on? The north doesn’t need your Targaryen nonsense,”

“This isn’t nonsense,” you spat, arms flailing in shock of his attitude, “This is the crown, the kingdoms future- “

“No Targaryen king nor queen gives two shits about the North and you know it,” he said, standing up from his chair, “So why should I care for wars that will do nothing but starve my children and kill my men?” he questioned as you began to take in the sheer size of him.

Not only was he tall but his shoulders were broad, and his hands could break through several inches of ice you reckoned, “Perhaps we have something you need. Gold or ships- “

“What use is a ship on frozen lakes?”

“Grain and livestock then,” you sighed, “The queen-my mother, we need the North. You care about your people well I care about mine. So, tell me your terms since you clearly don’t want to listen to mine,”

Cregan paused for a moment before his head dipped and he sank back into his chair. You were ready to huff and leave on dragon back when you noticed his eyes trailing up your frame, “If its marriage you want- “

“I want a dragon,” he said, his head finally raising to meet your eyes.

Your eyes grew wide for a moment, but you quickly tried to cover your shock, “The north is far too cold for a dragon and there’s no way I’d hand over my child to- “

“I didn’t mean that kind of dragon- “he said, cutting you off once more as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “I want you,” he stated, his eyes hungrily trailing your frame, “I want to tame a dragon,”

You felt your mouth grow dry, “My betrothal has already been set- “

“The north is far too cold for a dragon,” he cut you off once more, this time standing from his seat and slowly crossing the room towards you. you felt your feet carry you backwards, but he did not pause, “I don’t need a wife. I need proof of your loyalty,”

Your back hit against the cold stone wall, your eyes gazing up at his in shock as he moved only an inch from you. “You want me to tarnish my maiden head? That is the price of a stark’s loyalty?”

Cregan’s chuckle was dark as were the eyes that hungrily gazed at your lips, “You may keep your maiden head, it would dishonourable of me to ruin your virtue,” he said, his deep voice making your mouth grow dry, “But if you want my loyalty,” you didn’t move even as you felt his hand cup your jaw, his thumb running over your bottom lip, “You’ve got to earn it little dragon,”

Your jaw was already slack in shock, so it did not take much effort for his thumb to slip in, pulling down your mouth for a moment before resting on your tongue, “Suck it,” he commanded. You weren’t sure if it was his tone or the way his eyes looked at you like a hungry wolf, but you soon saw him smirking, “Good girl,”

His hand slipped away from your mouth but not before he smeared your spit across your bottom lip, “Tell me princess,” he commanded as his hand trailed down till it past your breasts, “Have you ever been touched like this?” he said, his hands squeezing your tits suddenly over the fabric of your dress making you gasp.

“No, my lord,” you stuttered out, biting back a whimper as he leaned his head down to the crook of your neck, catching a peak of what lay under your clothing.

“Ever been kissed?” he asked but he said nothing else when he felt you shake your head no. instead his lips crashed onto yours, his hands grabbing your arse tightly as he pulled you flush against his chest. You gasped into the kiss, your hands clutching at his broad shoulders, but it only allowed his tongue to slip in.

It knocked the air out your lungs and no sooner than it had started it had finished. His hungry eyes met yours again, “Kneel,” he commanded, and you did without complaint. You looked up at the man who towered over you now, seeing how sharp his jaw truly was from down here.

As his hands tugged at his waist bands he asked you a final question, “Ever had someone use this pretty little mouth of yours?” as he spoke, he slipped his breeches down, revealing an already hardened cock, precum leaking from its tip. You were too shocked to answer his question, but he no longer cared about that.

“Kiss it,” he said, and your eyes darted up to his, sudden insecurity washing over you. his hand moved to cup your cheek, a single tender action in this whole time.

Your hand moved up slowly to grab his shaft and you heard a small groan come from your touch. You looked up one last time before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his tip making a louder groan fall from his lips. “again,”

more confident now you began to place soft kisses down his shaft, then trailing back up to his tip. Cregan’s hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, groaning when he felt your tongue run over his tip. “Fuck,” he murmured, his hand slowly tightening in your hair, “Open,” He commanded and as soon as he felt your lip’s part you gasped as he thrust his member in.

“Fuck,” he groaned loudly, hand tightening in your hair. Your hands reached out, grabbing at his strong thighs to keep yourself steady. Slowly he began to guide your head down, bobbing around his cock as his spare hand moved so he could lean against the wall, caging you between him and the stone.

“That’s it,” he muttered, drawing in breath the further down you reached. Your movements became more confident with each praise as a warm feeling spread through your stomach. You felt his tip hit the back of your throat, your movements faltering for a moment, but a switch seemed to snap in the Stark.

A low growl left his throat as he swatted your hand off what had not been able to fit. You couldn’t even question him before you felt his hips begin to buck. You tried to speak but your mouth was otherwise occupied as Cregan began to fuck your face, curses and groans falling from his lips.

“Fuck,” he gasped, and you could feel his cock twitching in your mouth as spit dribbled around the edges. Your hands snaked from his thighs to his balls, cupping them gently in your hand making him groan loudly.

His thrusts were messy and hard but grew sloppy as you squeezed gently. You felt his body tense but before you could tell what was coming a salty taste filled your throat. Cregan’s hand moved to hold the back of your head gently, his thrusts far slower as he rode out his orgasm.

“Fuck,” he murmured as he slipped his member out your mouth, his hand moving to cup your jaw. He tilted your head, forcing you to face him with spit dribbling from your lips and a few stray tears that had fallen during his fun. “Get on the bed, “

“But- “you tried to object despite a flutter rising through your chest at the suggestion.

His hand tightened around your jaw, “Now princess. You’ve earned my loyalty now let me return the favour,”

Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @starkleila @jacesvelaryons

[goingmerryfics]

Catches you crying w/ Zoro, Ace, & Law

Content: Gender Neutral reader, NSFW free. Law’s part has a reader who deals with chronic pain, condition not specified.

Notes* Part 2! Read part 1 here

Zoro

There’s not many places to hide on the ship, so while Zoro is on his way to the kitchen to bother Sanji for a snack, it’s not surprising that he catches the sound of you sniffling on his way

He doesn’t even think twice as he peeks into where you’re hiding to see what’s going on

“Hm? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

He catches you off guard, and you try to wipe away your tears in a rush, muttering that you’re fine, it’s nothing, you’re not crying

Zoro closes the door behind him, leaving you both to privacy

“You’re not. It’s ok to not be ok, you know. Just tell me what’s wrong so we can try to fix it.”

He’s stern with you in this, but not pushy. You know that he’s a problem solver, and communication is how he problem solves

You take a deep breath and start to explain how you’re unhappy with how Sanji treats you all the time, and you’re not sure how to better your relationship with him to one where you’re more comfortable in his presence

Admittedly, Zoro is someone who you didn’t want to go to about this because of his already tense relationship with the cook, but surprisingly he keeps a level head about it

His first piece of advice is to talk it out. He asks if you’ve ever tried to have a conversation over his treatment towards you, to which you shake your head

You’re worried about coming off the wrong way

Zoro shakes his head and insists you stick up for yourself

He even helps you to plan out what you’re going to say to him, offering advice on how to word things differently to get your point across

He offers to be there for back-up if need be but you don’t allow him to do that. You didn’t want to make anything tense

“It’s ok to cry. But you need to remember that all of us here on this crew are here for you, so don’t hide your emotions from the ones who can help you feel better, ok?”

Ace

It’s still dark out when Ace is woken up by the sound of shuffling in the room

He reaches over for you to pull you close to him, but only finds a cold spot and frowns

His eyes slowly open and he squints while he tries to adjust to the low light, given only by the moon outside of his window

He sits up and rubs his eyes

He hears the sniffle again and now he’s wide awake as he realizes that can only be you

And not just you, but you crying

He calls out your name into the darkness, and the small hiccups and sniffs cease

He leans over the bed to find you on the floor, knees pulled up against your chest

You ask him if you’d woken him, apologize, and tell him to go back to sleep in that order

“Can’t sleep without my pretty little cuddle buddy, firefly.”

He shifts to throw his legs over the side, grabs the blanket and comes down to sit next to you, draping the blanket over your shoulders

“Wanna tell me why we’re down here?”

He asks it softly, with the full intent of backing off if you say no

You explain how you had a nightmare and its contents, and how you didn’t want to wake him up over something stupid

He tells you it isn’t stupid if it made you cry, and he can sleep anytime. That he’d rather be woken up so he can be there for you when you need him

You’re always there for him when he’s upset, he wants to return the favour

You both crawl up back into bed and he pulls you to his bare chest, legs wrapped around your waist, and a hand in your hair, petting gently to soothe you

Law

Usually the both of you would get up together. You’d get dressed, have breakfast, and then split up to do your daily duties

But this morning was going to be one of those days, it seemed

Law gets up just fine, and he’s just barely got his jeans on when he notices you haven’t moved

“Come on, we can’t sleep in and be late again. You remember what happened last time, right?”

You groan in response, so he crawls up before he’s even buttoned up his jeans and starts to press kisses on your face. It’s a sweet tactic, but your joints are achy and sore, and you tell him that

His face falls- a condition he can’t do much about, unfortunately

“Alright, stay in bed. Let me get you a heat pack and some tea and I’ll be right back, ok?”

He tucks you into an extra blanket- he knows how the heat and warmth help you feel better, and he’s been meaning to get you a heated blanket but no where you’ve stopped yet seems to have one

Law goes on and does his morning routine, skipping breakfast in favour of getting your tea and heat pack. Bepo asks about you when he sees you’re not with Law, but he quickly assures the furry friend that you’ll be ok, you’re just taking a day off

Meanwhile you’re sure this time it’s worse than normal, and you force yourself up with the blankets held around your shoulders to go find him- but you only get two steps away from your bed before your knees give

You hit the floor and hiss in pain

Well, this is your life now. Damn your body

When Law returns to you with your things, you’re curled up under the blankets, trying to deal with the pain you’re in, on the floor. Law quickly sets your things on the side and comes to check under the blanket, and his heart hurts at how your eyes flood with tears

“Let’s get you back to bed. Here, hold onto me.”

He gets you back into the comfy bed and leans down to kiss away your tears

Then he puts the heat pack between your knees and you sigh as you feel some relief in your muscles

“I’m sorry, I should have come back sooner.”

He decides to say fuck it and ditches work for the rest of the day so he can take care of you

[cinnbar-bun]

The Heartless Giant Pt. 2

Pairing: Crocodile x GN! Royal! Reader

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~3.2k

A/n: the second part of my contribution the Storyteller AU!

Summary: After a blowout with your brothers, you fulfill your promise to the “giant”. Perhaps there’s more to him than meets the eye.

Notes: GN!Reader, Prisoner!Crocodile (for my Impel Down Croc lovers), implied age gap, Reader is an adult but age is not specified, violence, bad siblings, protective Crocodile, "falling for my father's enemy" teehee

Part 1 here! AO3 link here!

Taglist: @gingernut1314

You ascended up the many levels of the dungeon silently, careful to not allow yourself to be caught going back to your room. You glanced around the hallways and sprinted back to your room, happy to finally be back in the warmth of your private space. Just as you were about to go back to sleep, you heard many voices mumbling and arguing in hushed whispers in the room next to you.

“-do you know what he’ll do?”

“We’re toast. We’ll die.”

“Sh-shut up! Maybe we can go back tomorrow and-”

“Are you crazy?!”

You frowned as you recognized the panicked voices of your older brothers. You removed yourself from your bed and knocked on the door. They gasped and stayed silent, refusing to make a move or even let a sound out. You rolled your eyes and knocked again.

“It’s me, (Y/n). Open the door.”

Within an instant, the door flung open and you were immediately wrapped in the many arms of your three brothers.

“Oh my god- oh my… yer alive!”

“What the hell?”

“Don’t do that again!”

You were taken aback by their worry, removing their hands off of you as you walked into the room and shut the door behind you.

“We need to talk,” you stated, crossing your arms.

Your brothers awkwardly stood around you, regretful and apologetic for their behavior.

“Listen, we’re-”

“I can’t you believe you guys,” you cut the first off. “You guys used me as bait and left me to die alone.”

They clamp their mouths shut at your stern and blunt statement. There was nothing to argue there. They were cowardly and left you. It was only a miracle that the man in the cell held some mercy for you and spared you when he did.

All of you knew that he chose not to kill you tonight. Your third brother held his bandaged hand and winced. You four were lucky to be left alive and in one piece.

“Okay, we admit that,” the second begins. “We were just… playing around.”

“Playing around? Slamming me against the bars? Throwing rocks at him? Are you daft?” You raise your voice at them. The anger and betrayal you felt was bubbling to the surface now. “The fact that he was the one to protect me should tell you everything about this situation!”

“Oh, you’re defending the beast now?” The third matched your tone. “Do you think he really felt bad for you?”

“Considering how you fools were acting, I can only imagine what he felt!” You yell back. “You were close to getting us all killed!”

“He’s a criminal! A stupid ogre! Why are you considering his feelings when he tried to kill us all back then?” The first shouted over you.

“Because at least he learned!” You rage. The volume of your voice catches your brothers off-guard as they freeze in place, their eyes wide and shocked. You clench your fist and shake with an anger you have never felt so strongly until now. “At least he protected me! At least he didn’t throw me to the bars and try to use me as bait or a meat shield! At least he talked to me after and didn’t ignore my cries!”

“Ya think that monster has learned? Ya weren’t there. Ya weren’t there for what he did and what he’s done to us. Father had to have the whole army to even make a scratch on that man. He’s not human. He not’s man. He’s a damn beast,” the second spat.

“You say that, but he was the only one with any humanity in him tonight. What would you have done if he really killed me? Would you tell father the truth about what you did, or would you lie?”

Your brothers remained silent as their eyes flicked between the floor and themselves. The righteous fury within you began to dim as you recognized how low your brothers could sink.

“You won’t even deny it?” You weakly ask. “You wouldn’t admit what you did? You wouldn’t even save me?”

“W-we can try next time-”

“When is next time? When I am dead? When it is too late?” Your eyes begin to water as your voice breaks. The eldest looks down until he steps forward and attempts to embrace you. You shake your head and push him away, refusing to look at them. “No… no, don’t do that. Don’t bother.”

“Listen, we are trying,” he says. “We messed up, badly. We know you probably can never forgive us, but we do love you. We love you a lot… we just got caught up in the heat of the moment.”

“If I can’t even rely on you to defend me in a situation like that, then how do you expect me to trust you?”

The room turned silent, your brothers refusing to look at you as they fidgeted with their fingers or tugged on their pajamas. You huffed and turned away.

“Consider this conversation over. Don’t ever ask another thing from me again,” you spat, retreating back to your room. The heavy aching in your heart finally peaked, and you silently cried into your pillows as your brothers were quietly murmuring their arguments. How could you ever trust them again, knowing what they did to incite the man below? Knowing they would gladly and easily throw you away for their cruel jokes, knowing they would lie to cover up their mistakes?

You wished you could go back in time, back to the day the man nearly pillaged your kingdom. Back to that day to meet him, to understand what it was your brothers thought and felt. Maybe, just maybe, you could have done something for him in order to get him to stop.

But you could not. You know you never could. You could never undo the past. And even if you could, the valuable knowledge you gained from your traveling was a better use of your skills and time. Was that man really worth risking everything for?

Your mind conjured images of him. Those dark eyes… the gold hook… the way the cold metal of that hook felt against your neck as his large hand grasped you like a predator.

He could have killed you.

Could have ended your life before you could even register it.

The thought terrifies you, sends shivers down your body, before you remember how he was careful to never let the sharp tip hurt you. For what reason, you didn’t know. You were the child of the man who imprisoned him in that cell, he would easily have a number of reasons to kill you.

But instead, he held you, protected you, threatened them off. Why?

You sighed and try to brush the man out of your mind. You didn’t need to let your brain conjure up more thoughts and worries right now. You would repay the favor to him when you awoke later, at the very least. It brought you some semblance of comfort after the awful fight you had with your brothers.

—————

It was almost noon when you rose from your bed. Very uncharacteristic of your usual behavior, seeing as you were the one who was often the most prompt and presentable of your siblings. When you went downstairs to eat, you found your brothers at the table. You refused to greet them as you sat in your usual spot, placing your food on your plate.

“Hey, (Y/n),” the second began, whispering to not get the attention of the servants around you. You ignored him, biting into your food as they tried to get your attention.

“Just leave it…”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake-” they hissed under their breath until the large doors to the room swung open, revealing your father. He strode over gracefully, taking a seat at the head of the table.

“Father,” you greeted, and your brothers awkwardly followed after. Your father tilted his head back in acknowledgement while he had his lunch served to him.

“I admit, I was surprised to see you four up this late,” he begins, taking a sip of the drink a maid just poured for him. “Might I inquire what you all were doing?”

“Reading,” you answer quickly.

“Training,” the first brother replies.

“Polishing my weaponry,” the second says.

“Writing,” the third states, carelessly showing off his bandaged hand. Your father raises a brow.

“Why is your hand wrapped?” The third brother sits up straight, stiff as a board.

“Oh, from, uh, you know, training.”

“You just said you were writing,” your father humorlessly corrects.

“The pen is mightier than the sword!” Your brother laughs, trying to continue the lie.

Your father nods, not believing a word but not wanting to continue with this conversation.

“Be as it may, I’m happy you are all here right now,” the king says.

You glance at your brothers and notice they look rather disheveled. The first has bloodshot eyes, nodding along while frequently yawning. The second is refusing to look at anywhere but his plate, picking his food he hardly made a dent in. The third, meanwhile, is nervously fidgeting around.

You huff, remembering that you’re still angry with them and continue to eat. Your father tries to continue the conversation, but it’s a blur for you until you leave.

You begin to walk out of the dining room while your brothers jog up to you.

“(Y/n), please wait-” they begin, and you shake your head.

“No, I’m not talking about this further,” you reply harshly. “Just stop pestering me!”

“Come on, we really do feel terrible and-”

“And? I feel terrible, too!” You glare at them and slam your door shut in front of them.

Let me just give him his blanket…

You remembered the promise you made last night and quickly open your large closet. Inside are various blankets, some of which have not been used in a long time.

“I don’t think they’d notice if these were gone…” you mumble as you grab one and fold it in your arms. It’s rather large for you, but considering how big the man in the cell is, it’d probably not be enough. You can’t take more now, though, that would be too suspicious.

You peer out the door and notice the coast is clear, save for a few random maids. Finally, you can see the man again. You do your best to walk normally, not wanting to draw further to attention to yourself. There’s a guard patrolling the area in front of the cellars, and you run up to him.

“Good afternoon. One of the maids thought they someone suspicious outside. If you could please handle the matter, I would be grateful,” you ask politely. The guard is surprised but nods and gets up to scour the area. You sigh in relief that there wouldn’t be anymore distractions and run down the stairs of the dungeons, all the way to the lowest level.

Like last time, the cold air of the dungeon immediately prickles your skin.

“You’d think I learn,” you comment until you slow down your steps as you approach the giant.

His back is toward the bars and he doesn’t flinch as he hears your footsteps.

“Excuse me,” you begin, finding the previous courage you had melting away as you realize just what you were doing. “I came back as promised.”

At the sound of your voice, he cranes his neck up and sits upright. You hear a small chuckle until he ushers you over with a finger.

“So, you really came back, huh?” He snarkily asked.

“I did. I made a promise and I intended to keep it.”

“You do understand what that looks like, right?” His voice returns to its normal, drab tone as he runs a hand through his hair.

“I don’t care. You… you did me a favor, and it is my duty to repay it,” you reply sternly. The chains clank and rustle as the man stands up, showcasing his large frame. He slowly turns around to face you, and those dark eyes of his bore into yours.

There is no light in them despite the smirk on his face. They are empty, hollow, and lifeless eyes.

“How sweet of you, your highness,” he says in a saccharine tone.

“You’re mocking me,” you cut to the chase.

“Oh, am I? Perhaps, your highness. I don’t get many visitors here, let alone such a pretty relic of the royal family,” he mocks. “You can’t really blame me for not knowing how to talk to you properly. I’m afraid manners are something I haven’t learned.”

“You can express your appreciation more sincerely next time,” you huff as you hold out the blanket to him, careful to keep your arms stretched in order to create some distance between you and him.

He snickers at your apprehensive behavior and makes sure to use his golden hook to grab the blanket from you. He is careful to not touch your hand with the weapon as he brings it inside his cell.

“My, my, what a lovely blanket. Cashmere?” He jokes. You take a step back and watch as drapes the blanket across his shoulders, making his shadow cover even more of you. “I appreciate it, your highness. Was that polite enough for you?”

“It was a start,” you admit, not liking the way he made everything sound so sarcastic and insincere.

“You may go now,” he dismisses you.

A part of you is eager to run away, but the more you watch him stretch his limbs and roll his shoulders, the more curious you get.

“Why did you not kill me yesterday?” You ask.

“This again? I’m starting to think you are begging for death,” he replies.

“No, you just… you saved me, yet it’s obvious you despise me.”

“Despise you? Now why would you accuse me of such a thing?”

“Nothing you say is ever serious. You’re obviously toying with me.”

“Toy with you? No, no, no, I’m not toying with you-” in an instant, he reaches forward and tilts your chin up with his hook. You gasp as you’re pulled closer to him against the bars and he gazes down with a strange emotion in his eyes that you cannot pinpoint. “This is toying with you. Your highness, I don’t hate you. I could never.”

“And why is that?” You quietly ask, your eyes glancing down to his hook every few seconds.

“You’re far too intelligent, far too competent for the ones I really despise,” he coos. “I may seem like a lowly prisoner now, but once upon a time, I was a pirate with a taste for the finer things in life. I know worth when I see it.”

Your eyes widen and you feel your face heat up from his words. You shove yourself off his hook and step back. “What gives you the right to say such a thing?”

“What? Never had a man tell you the truth? Never had anyone appreciate you correctly?”

“That’s none of your concern!” You yell, embarrassed that you were enjoying his praise.

“Oh, I think I hit the nail on the head, didn’t I?”

“Just, ugh-!” You growl in frustration.

“Poor, little, royal- they don’t really care you, do they? The way those ignorant fools ran away with their tails between their legs, I’m sure they didn’t care what it cost, so long as they escaped.”

“That’s not true, they’re just-”

“Tell me, your highness, do they always leave you behind?” You bite your lip and shake your head.

“N-no, not always, it’s just-”

“They always make you do the work, don’t they?” He continued.

“Well…”

“And they never are really thankful for you, are they? You’re just like a little toy they can discard whenever they choose. Let me tell you something,” he leans closer to you. “You’re too good for them. And they know that, so they keep trying to get you to lower yourself.”

Your taken aback by his rather frank assessment of your relationship with your brothers.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you don’t need them. You can do much better. Have some pride, will you? I hate seeing wasted potential,” his face contorts into one of disgust. “Especially for a bunch of imbeciles like that? Is that who you’re trying to impress?”

He wastes no time getting to the heart of the matter, and you sigh.

“Those are my brothers. I can’t do anything about that.”

“You can and you should. Fools like them are a dime a dozen. The fact you’re even entertaining the notion you must keep them around is sickening. The men I met yesterday are the ones who are supposed to run this kingdom before you?”

Your hands drop to your sides as he spells it out for you.

“I despise them,” he smiles, but there is nothing humorous about what he says or feels about the situation. “Idiots like that disgust me. I hate the weak, the talentless, the ineffective, more than anything.” His words are laced with venom, every sentence making you freeze. “Do you understand now what I mean? Weakness like what they showed yesterday- that is sin.”

“I’m not strong, either,” you reject.

“Physically, you’re not. But you have something they don’t. You have a brain in there. You have commitment. That’s infinitely more important than being a brute or a coward.” He blows a few strands of his loose hair from out of his face. “Use your brain and stop depending on them.”

He turns around and waves his right hand.

“Well, I’ve said enough. You don’t need to take my word for it, after all, I’m just a beat down prisoner.”

Your face softens as you watch him take a seat, facing the wall again. You hesitate for a moment before you step closer.

“What is your name?” You ask curiously.

“Hm? Why would you ask for the name of a ‘monster’ like me? Something like that is better left out of your mouth.”

“Answer me.”

“Sorry, your highness, I am a business man at heart. I don’t talk without some kind of deal.”

“What do you want, then?”

“Heh, your eagerness is rather endearing, so I’ll be easy on you this time,” he chuckles. “Give me a cigar. Not a cheap one, mind you. I want something your father would be happy to light.”

“A cigar? That’s it?”

“I’m a simple man, your highness. I miss the comfort of such simple pleasures.”

“A cigar, for your name?”

“That is all. Now go, you’ve wasted enough time down here. Don’t want your dear old dad to get suspicious of you, do you?”

“N-no, I don’t.”

“Good. Run along, your highness.”

You don’t need any more reminders as you turn your heel and run up the stairs as quick as you can. Your heart is pounding hard and fast in your chest, and despite the icy chill in this dungeon, your face still feels rather warm.

Just a cigar, huh?

[moonit3]

yandere x fem reader whos super chill about being kidnapped. it goes a little something like

"im sorry, you wont get to see your friends or family ever again, all you need is me"

"...kay. you got any snacks down here?"

a chill reader? damn, i wish i could be like that…

ᯓᡣ𐭩 yanderes with a chill! reader

➽ context warnings: yandere themes (of course), past kidnapping, mentioned manipulation, gn! reader, female clothing in adeline part, rope (but not much).

➽ word count: around 680.

➽ synopsis: after realizing you won’t escape, the yandere seems happier with it.

➽ yandere! multi x reader

➽ a/n: so you haven’t specified which yandere you would like me to write, so i picked three: max, leonard and adeline as i wasn’t in the mood to create a whole new character for this one. also shoutout to @.cafekitsune for the amazing heart divider used in this post! enjoy the headcanons my dear readers! an even isn’t speak out loud, the reader is gn! in max part, m! in leonard and f! in adeline part.

MAX

➽ the walls are too thin at his place and his failed attempt to wrap your limbs to the headboard made him think that you are going to leave soon, especially after he almost forget to close the door before leaving to work. max knows he is a lost cause in trying making to stay at his apartment without escaping, but the important part is that he is trying his best.

➽ so imagine his face when he came back home to see you sitting at the couch watching some movie. he almost passed out right there, it was like he saw a ghost instead of you. he could only stutter when trying (and failing) to reprimand you into submission and when max realized that he couldn’t do much about it, he just sat next to you to watch the rest of the movie.

➽ initially, he felt like a disappointment when seeing that you easily got off from the many ropes and chains that he placed you on the bed (maybe he shouldn’t have skipped the knot class when he was a scout). however, he is extremely happy that you haven’t left him when you could easily have done when he was away.

➽ knowing that you won’t leave him, max asked if you would like to continue with your college education as long you move to his place. of course, you accepted it and a big smile grown so big at his lips. he is so happy with the love of his live living with him and he can’t wait to show you off to everyone at college.

LEONARD

➽ the security system that he has at his manor is deadly. cameras all over the place to watch you, motion sensors to catch the slightest movement of you and the highest walls around the property to prevent you from leave. leonard wasn’t playing around when making all those security measures to keep you inside, even hiring guards to stay at the entrance as an extra protection.

➽ he knows that you don’t have any chance to escape from him, leonard would torment you if you dare to voice your concerns about it. instead, you appear as you don’t care about being trapped inside his manor. in matter of fact, you are enjoying your time inside.

➽ taking long bath full of bubbles at the jacuzzi in the main suite, eating the unique meal made by his personal chefs and even requesting if he can afford your old hobbies now that you have time to do anything. and of course he can’t deny your wishes.

➽ gifting you the best supplies to help you with that hobby of yours in exchange that he will join you. leonard is wants to learn more about you and spending time doing something that you enjoy is a bonus to him.

ADELINE

➽ she dreamed of seeing you acting so sweetly and so relaxed after being taken away of society, but adeline never expected to see it happening in real life. so she becomes suspicious when you show no sign of reluctance nor fear when she tells you won’t leave her place anytime soon.

➽ now that you live under her roof, adeline makes sure to make sure to everyone who either works there or visit her that you belong to her only. now you only get to wear those dresses made of silk when someone comes over to discuss business with adeline and she always makes you wear those that have a split on the side. alternatively, if you prefer wearing pants over dresses, then she makes you silk pants and long sleeve shirt that often match her dresses always.

➽ and when there is no one around, she makes you wear the most expensive set of lingeries that she buys for you or the most comfortable nightgowns depending on your preferences. either way, adeline will make you pose for a few photos to her personal collection. one that contains pictures of you dating back to months prior you have known her…

@moonit3 writings

[bluemari23]

lemon tart | choi seungcheol

summary: a new cafe for a much needed date brings out tons of giggles and plenty of kisses

pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

genre: soulmate, soulmate au, fluff, established relationship

warnings: none really, mentions of an awful supervisor,

word count: .8k

masterlist

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“Right this way please.” The hostess began walking to the right, leading you and your soulmate to the table reserved for you both. 

It was a long day coming, having had trouble trying to find the time between both of your jobs to have a much needed date. You worked at his company, but that still didn’t mean you always got to be with him. 

Seungcheol had been having a lot of practices and rehearsals recently at the stadium, making sure everything was perfect for the first concert of their world tour coming up. It would be the first tour since covid, and him and his entire group were beyond excited and ready to perform and see their fans again. 

When you get to the table, Seungcheol moves to your seat, pulling it out for you to sit in. 

“Why thank you, kind sir.” You grin up at him as he pushes your chair in, slightly tugging on your hair teasingly as he does so. 

“You are most welcome, my dear.” He goes along with your playful attitude, his own grin prominent against his cheeks as he does a posh sort of accent. He sat down and you both ordered your drinks, ignoring the weird look from the hostess at your playful attitudes. 

“Shua says they have really good lemonade here.” Cheol says offhandedly as you both read over the menu. Joshua had been to the small cafe before with his soulmate and recommended it to you because of your love of lemon. The cafe seemed to be known for their lemon treats and lemonade.

“We’ll have to try some then!” You exclaim, looking over all of the different lemon flavored treats. 

In the end, you ordered a plate of little lemon cakes and tarts to share and he ordered a sandwich plate to share.

While you waited for your food, you both sipped a little on your drinks. The lemonade was sweet and a little tart, the perfect drink for the little date you had together. 

“I think you should come on tour with us.” Cheol breaks the fun atmosphere with a serious suggestion. It had been on both of your minds lately that you should go on the world tour with them. 

Neither of you wanted to be away from each other for long, but all the company policy on soulmates states is that you need at least a couple days every couple weeks to bond and keep the soulbond healthy. It didn’t specify anything about being allowed on tour with them. 

“I don’t think I’ll be allowed to, Cheol.” You repeat the same thing every time this conversation comes up. You had pretty much given up on going with the boys. Your supervisor seemed to laugh every time you brought up the suggestion and refused to bring it up to any of his bosses. 

“Well, what if I said I talked to your division head personally? I know that jerk of a supervisor won’t do anything.” He was right, your supervisor thought it was hilarious that you had a soulmate, finding you incapable of anything and thought your soulbond was a huge joke. 

“I would ask you what he said?” Your voices pitches at the end of your sentence, confusion lingering in your tone as you raise an eyebrow at your soulmate.

You wait somewhat impatiently as your soulmate takes a sip of his lemonade, slowly breaking out into laughter as he catches the look of disbelief on your face at his teasing.

“Then, my lovely soulmate, I would tell you that we need to start packing suitcases for you.” Your eyes widen in shock, wondering how long your soulmate had kept this little surprise from you. 

Ignoring everything around you, you surge forward and capture Cheol’s lips with your own, catching your older soulmate off guard. He was swift in his reflexes though, catching you and holding cupping your cheek with one hand as the other goes to steady you against him. 

In your excitement you almost knock the lemonade out of his hand before he quickly placed it back on the table. 

“Wow baby. If this is how you react to going on tour, I wonder how many kisses I get when I tell you we get to go to your home city.” Cheol’s guess would have been wrong either way, because you both lost count to how many excited kisses you placed on his lips, his chin, his cheeks, and his nose. 

You hadn’t been to your home city in a couple of years, and it would be the first time for Seungcheol to go as your soulmate. You were beyond excited with your soulmate.

After pulling back and sitting back in your chair, your face was flushed and your lips were swollen. Not even the tartness of the lemon in your cake could make you lose the smile on your lips. 

[maximoff-pan]

I know you haven’t watched season 4 yet, but how about a fluffy little blurb about steve and the reader being cutesy and all that shit… or maybe even some mutual pining and teasing from robin or nancy or something like that…

i just miss your steve content

hmmmm, I haven’t written for steve in a while, but it feels good to be back. I apologize if this is kind of short and all over the place, I’m more than a little rusty, and getting ready to dip my toes back into the hunky harrington waters…

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warning(s): some swears, no spoilers for season 4 :)

quick a/n: I have no idea what this is, but enjoy this little blurb that has nothing to do with any of the stranger things plot lines whatsoever…

“Oh please.” Robin’s tone is so dismissive, dripping in annoyance as her hand waves in disgust, that you almost flinch. “You and I both know that Dustin and I are only here because you can’t handle the tension between you and Steve.”

“Robin. That’s not—“

She scoffs, loudly cutting you off. “You’re afraid of what will happen if the two of you are alone.”

You puff out a breath of air. “Am not.” You pout like a petulant child, eyes wide and posture defensive.

You feel immature, and okay, maybe it’s because that’s how you’re acting, but you can’t help it. The implication of this conversation is enough for you to want to throw yourself in the lake and drown.

“Talk to him.” Robin pleads, eyes flicking over to the left where Steve and Dustin are dressed in their dorkiest swim trunks, as they lather themselves in sunscreen. They’re laughing, boisterously so. It’s cute, you think. Seeing how close they are.

“Why do you care so much?” The cadence of your voice carries with the breeze.

Robin’s sigh is less than reassuring to you. She knows something you don’t. And you don’t like that. “He asked you on a date (Y/n).”

“What?” Your brows furrow, lips quirking in confusion. You almost laugh. “I think I would know if Steve Harrington asked me on a date.”

A disapproving frowns finds its way onto Robin’s face. “Let me ask you this,” she prefaces, lips pulled into a tight thin line before she speaks again, “did he ask for me to be here today?”

Her question catches you off guard. You suppose he didn’t, but Steve hadn’t specified much of anything when he’d asked you to join him for a fun summer day on the lake, as he’d so jovially put it.

Robin’s eyes narrow at you slowly. “And what about Dustin? Who invited him?”

“I did.” You say, realization starting to dawn on you. “I invited both of you.”

“There you go.” She says, as if waiting for the metaphorical ball to drop.

A moment passes, one, two, three, then:

“This was supposed to be a date, wasn’t it?”

“Mmm.” Robin hums. “He’s been talking about finally asking you for weeks.”

“Oh god.”

Your palms find your face suddenly, your cheeks warm to the touch. “And then I turned it into a group hangout.” You groan externally, face now in your hands, “I’ve screwed up haven’t I?”

Robin smiles, shaking her head in reassurance. “No.” Her eyes are bright. “Not if you talk to him. Just tell him how you feel.”

She places a hand on your arm encouragingly, nudging you forward. You look over your shoulder back to her, silently pleading with her to convince you not to do this. As you expected, she does the opposite, sending you a cheeky wink and an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“Go get him tiger.”

Fuck…

Approaching Steve and Dustin hesitantly, you allow a soft smile to grace your lips. You want to appear as calm as possible. You don’t want them to see how nervous you are. Besides, this is Steve, totally friendly, and definitely not scary, Steve. How could this go wrong?

When you finally reach them, you hear their conversation stop abruptly, Steve nearly smacking Dustin, hushing at him to shut up. You giggle at the interaction, your nerves easing ever so slightly.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Dustin’s quick to jump in, eager even. “No no, of course not.” Smooth.

“Actually, uh—“ your voice drifts, gaze flicking over to the tall brunette. “I was wondering if we could maybe, talk?”

“Me?” Steve doesn’t hide his surprise as he points to himself. “Uh, yeah, of course. That’s—that sounds good.”

You don’t miss the sly smile Dustin is sending in your direction, as Steve grasps your hand and begins leading you towards the dock.

You can feel the sun beating down on your skin, heat coursing through your body. Your palm is sweaty. You hope he can’t feel it as you release your hand from his.

In your other hand, you’ve got your sunglasses and a towel tucked under your arm. Sliding them on, relief floods you as the need to squint instantly dissipates. You bend down to place your towel on the rough wood of the old dock, sighing as you take a seat. Sitting side by side, your knees bump gently, knocking into each other as a gust of a breeze blows by you.

“So,” the staccato click of Steve’s tongue is a nervous habit. A tick he portrays when he’s unsure. “Nice weather huh?”

He’s trying to ease the tension with a teasing tone and an easy smile, but when he notices it’s not working, he frowns.

“Sorry.” He coughs in apology, turtling in on himself. “Um, what did you want to talk to me about?”

Pulling your coverup around your body, you hold your arms tight across your chest. You suddenly feel very exposed, both physically and emotionally. You don’t know if it makes you feel better or worse that Steve is only in his swim trunks. Maybe it’s a little bit of both.

“I uh—“ you take a shaky breath in, trying to steady yourself. “I wanted to talk about today.”

“Okay.” He nods, still a little confused, palms splayed out as he leans his weight back on them in anticipation.

You decide to bite the bullet. If Robin was right, which she almost always is, then Steve has made his intentions with you clear, and you’ve just been too blind to see it.

“I like you Steve, a lot.”

You hear him suck a long breath in, but he doesn’t respond, allowing you the chance to continue.

“I just—Robin told me that when you asked me here, you were actually asking me on a date, which I totally misread by the way.” You’re rambling, you know you’re rambling, but now that you’ve started talking, it’s as if you can’t stop. “And then I panicked and invited her and Dustin because I thought there was no chance you could ever like me like that.”

The shadowy glow from the gaze of your sunglasses casts a beautiful reflection across Steve’s face. “And then Robin told me how stupid I’ve been.” You stop for a moment to chuckle at yourself, a puff of air catching in your throat. “So I thought, what the hell, I may as well tell you how I feel, even if you don’t feel the same, which is totally okay if you don’t.”

Steve can’t see your eyes, but he really wants to. “No pressure, really.” He hears you say airily. You’ve just poured your heart out to him, you’re at your most vulnerable, and yet he’s never seen you more content.

Impulsively, Steve reaches up to your face, pulling your sunglasses off. He smiles at the sight. “You have such beautiful eyes.”

“Oh.” That’s not the response you expected. “Thank you.”

Steve chuckles. You’ve never been good at taking compliments. “That means I like you too, dummy.”

The smile that breaks out onto your face is otherworldly, like nothing he has ever seen before. It’s beautiful, an ethereal creation, like an angel is glowing before him. His heart beats wildly, he wants to remember this moment forever. How could someone possibly care for him this much? How did he manage to get you to like him?

Steve will never be able to fathom it.

You lean your head against his shoulder, sighing in utter happiness. He does the same, his soul singing in joy as a calm silence passes over you. The sound of the water and the wind mixes with the serene passing of time. You don’t need words to know how special this is, how wonderful it feels. Minutes go by, nothing matters but you.

“Hey Steve?” You muse, suddenly feeling bold. He hums in response. “You have beautiful eyes too.”

• • • • •

Watching from the sidelines as the scene before them unfolds, the smirk on Robin’s face grows imminently.

The long-standing bet between her and the young teen boy standing next to her is all but won. Like the true friend (and idiot) he is, Dustin had picked Steve to be the one to confess his feelings to you. Robin obviously and correctly, had picked you.

A soft fuck falls from Dustins lips as Robin’s palm gently claps him on the back. Her eyes meet his with such a confidence, a victorious pride pouring through her gaze. And with the quirk of her lip, she grins.

“Pay up curly.”

[soulofapatrick]

The Beauty and the Brawn - Emmett Cullen x Reader

Summary: You try to prove to Emmett that he won’t hurt you with his enhanced strengths

Words: 2k

Warnings: Oral (F!recieving) 

Notes: idk what this is really, just had the idea for a few days 

Y/N’s POV

Emmett is strong, stronger than most vampires having gotten enhanced strength when he was changed. He’s always seen it as an added perk as it’s not something drastic like Alice’s future telling or Benjamin’s elemental manipulations, it was just that he was a little stronger than the others. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Then he met me and now, as much as I tell him otherwise, he sees his strength as a curse. He gets scared he’ll get too carried away with me, forget I’m still human and accidentally hurt me or kill me. As much as I reassure Emmett that he could never hurt me he will still try and avoid the topic, kissing me the most he trust himself to do. Every time we get hot and heavy and I guide things on a little he backs up with that pained look in his eyes. Everything about him screams that he wants me back but the pain in his eyes tells me he’s scared which always catches me off guard as this is Emmett Cullen. Outgoing, loud and loving Emmett… too scared to even touch me at times despite how much his feelings were mutual. 

Today is no different and I decide to take a different approach, even if it doesn’t mean sex. I just want Emmett to see that he can trust himself with me and that I’m not as fragile as he thinks. We’re sat on his bed, a bed he got Carlisle to get without specifying why. The Cullen’s don’t know me yet except maybe Alice and Edward because of their gifts but they apparently haven’t said anything to the others. Emmett doesn’t want them to all bombard me and he’s also worried about how Rosalie will take it that he’s moved on already which I understand and I agreed to take it as slow as he wants with meeting them.

Emmett’s hand is on my thighs as we sit shoulder to shoulder, watching a movie on the TV he also had installed. I’m barely paying attention to it though, focusing on his icy touch on my bare skin, being in only shorts as it’s just us here for another day to two. Emmett said the others had gone on a hunting trip and he elected to say home. I say fuck it, it’s now or never so I’m turning my body to face him, reaching over to cup his cheek and I ask, “Do you trust me?” 

“Of course I do, why-“ He’s frowning until I begin shifting, moving onto my knees and turning my body towards him, “Y/N, I-“

“Just trust me baby,” I stroke his cheek reassuringly, watching him lean into my palm and those beautiful golden eyes flutter shut for a moment. With Emmett’s eyes still closed I shift my body further until I’m straddling him, legs either side of his thick thighs. His muscles tense as he realises I’m seated, arms resisting ever so slightly when I guide his hands to my hips, holding them there to show him that he won’t hurt me. The heat seems to rise between us as I lean in, lips almost touching his as I whisper, “Emmett, I trust you. I trust you with everything.” 

His eyes fly open at this, the confusion and fear in them until he sees I’m not lying to him, keeping my face open and honestly so he can see the trust and love and it works as his expression softens, “Y/N.” He’s whispering, voice filled with emotions that I can’t quite decipher so I just lean forwards again and capture his lips in a gentle and pliant kiss. The kiss is tender and slow, as if we’re exploring each other for the first time. My heart is racing as I feel the softness of his lips against mine, the taste of him sweet and familiar, the tension in Emmett’s body slowly melting away as he gets lost in the kiss so I take another risk and deep it. Emmett’s hands are moving up and down my sides and back, testing the waters cautiously and the feel of his hands on my skin sends shivers down my spine, knowing I want more. 

Too soon am I having to break the kiss as unlike Emmett I still need to consume oxygen. His golden eyes have darkened a little with love and desire, a soft sound leaving him when I caress his cheek gently, “Emmett,” My voice is a barely above a whisper, as if scared to break the moment, “I need you. Need all of you.” 

Emmett’s eyes widen in surprise at the bluntness of my words, looking at me intently as if trying to decipher if I’m really serious about what I said. I can see the mixture of emotions playing across his face - desire; love; fear and protectiveness. I stay seated in his lap as I wait for his response, letting him work through his emotions and letting him decide. He wants me but he’s afraid of hurting me, his hands retreating again so I catch them in mine and squeeze reassuringly. His eyes flick down to our interlocked hands before back to my face before he’s swallowing and mumbling out, “Start with a shower first?” 

“Whatever you want Pretty Boy.” I’m nodding, guiding one of his large hands to my cheek and pressing a kiss to his open palm before he’s surprising me and drawing me into another kiss. This one’s different, he’s not holding back as much, it’s hungrier almost. There’s an urgency to the kiss, his lips moving with more purpose as his moves to the back of my head, deepening the kiss. His other hand finds it’s way back to my waist, pulling me flush against him. It’s like he’s been holding back for so long and how he’s finally allowing himself to let go and now he can’t seem to get enough. I respond with equal fervour, my hands tangling in his hair as we explore each other’s mouths. 

Emmett’s breaking the kiss before me, standing up effortlessly and cradling me in his arms as if I weight nothing which I guess I really don’t for him. I’m wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, holding on tight as he carries me to the bathroom, feeling his muscles tense and flex under his shirt with each step. He’s setting me on the counter, a playful smile on his face and a rumble in his chest when I squeal at how cold the counter is. He’s stealing another kiss from me before moving to turn on the shower, letting it heat up and moving back over to me, standing between my legs. He’s looking at me with a soft expression, making sure this is what I really want, his hands running over my waist and pulling back slightly to ask, “You sure about this, honey?” His eyes are filled with concern and love, making me feel even more secure in my decision. 

To prove my point I pull my shirt over my head and letting it fall to the floor, watching Emmett’s lips part slightly in a hitched breath at the sight of me now bare except for a pair of shorts. Emmett’s eyes are skimming over my body, taking in every dip and curve and scar on display to him. His hands coming up to gently trace along my arms and down my sides, as if savouring the feeling of my skin against his fingertips. Despite his obvious desire he still checks with me if this is okay, eyes flicking back up to mine every few seconds until I’m guiding his hands up to my breasts, watching his reaction. He surprises me by dragging me into such a tender and loving kiss as he explores this new territory. 

Our bodies press together, Emmett’s hands now tracing circles on my back as he deepens the kiss, his very obvious arousal pressing into my thigh but he’s taking it slow as if he’ll spook me. His lips move down my neck as he murmurs against the skin, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His large hands grip my hips and I’m soon standing again, feeling cold fingers dip into the waistband of my shorts. 

“Please.” I’m practically begging and Emmett’s groaning into the crook of my neck, surprising me again as he sinks to his knees as he slides the shorts down my legs, throwing them aside before his gaze finds mine and I’m having to bite my lip at the sight of Emmett on his knees for me. His strong hands grip my hips as he begins nosing at my thighs, lips ghosting over them and teeth grazing until he’s nudging my legs apart enough blow cold air over my slickness, making me gasp and squirm. Before I can say or do anything those skilled lips are kissing my folds, nose bumping my clit before he licks a confident stripe up, gauging my reaction. His tongue flutters against my clit before he’s eating me like a starved man, hands gripping my hips tight enough that I can’t wriggle away from the pleasure. 

My hand is gripping his hair, the other bracing myself against the counter as he moans, sending vibrations through that oversensitive bundle of nerves. He’s dipping his tongue in and out of my core with precision and sloppiness before he moves back to my clit, my body trying to jerk away but his grip is tight enough to promise bruises and fuck that just makes everything more intense. All too soon I can feel myself starting to pulse around his tongue that hasn’t stopped fucking into me and my hands tugs almost painfully at his hair while my head falls back with a whine, my thighs trying to clamp around Emmett’s head as my vision partially whites out and all I hear is white noise, unsure if I’m crying out Emmett’s name. 

“Emm, fuck Emmett, too much.” I’m begging and he finally pulls back, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes and he looks fucking dirty, his mouth and chin shiny with my juices and his golden eyes have darkened even more. His thumbs caress my hips as he pulls himself to his feet moving to kiss me with a cheeky grin when I lightly push his face away saying, “No, clean your face first.” 

“I do believe a shower was suggested.” He agrees and I’m nodding, tugging at his shirt to which he complies, pulling it over his head and I can’t help wet my lips at how good he looks. Sure, I’ve seen Emmett change but this is different, he’s baring himself for me and me alone. His shirt reveals his chiseled abs and braid chest, my eyes roaming over his muscular physique with appreciation. His defined biceps and broad shoulders are evidence of the immense physical strength he possesses and the way his tone torso tapers down to his waist makes me want to run my hands over his hard body. As he undresses further, my gaze is drawn to his thick thighs, my heart racing against as he’s straining against his boxers and fuck, he is in no way small. The boxers barely able to contain him, the angry red head slipped past the waistband, precum wetting his v-line a little, “Come on lovely, eyes up here.” 

I tear my eyes away from his enticing bulge, feeling heat rising to my cheeks at being caught. But I can't help the desire that courses through me as I watch him step out of his boxers, completely naked before me. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can feel the anticipation building between us as we move towards the shower. As we step under the warm water, Emmett pulls me close, his hands roaming over my wet skin as we continue to explore each other's bodies. I know this is only the beginning, and I can't wait to see what other surprises Emmett has in store for me.

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Twilight Masterlist

[lucllle]

dragon!zhongli x fem!reader (no specified pronouns)

CW: (Attempted) Breeding, half dragon zhongli, overstim

this took a while but hi zhongli goes into a rut and tries to breed you, his female acquaintance/friend?

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You were always fond of Iron Tongue Tian’s stories paired with a cup of tea or a glass of fine wine. You loved the passion in his voice when he told his tales, his words being enough to take you into the past. 

Since you had become a regular, you became acquainted with a gentleman by the name of Zhongli. He was a man with incredible wisdom, and a mysterious air to him. Between stories, the two of you would speak casually to each other. It slowly became a part of the experience- Drink, story, and then Zhongli. He always had something to talk about, and a lot of the time you tried to take in both the sound of his voice and his actual words.

If you were going to be completely honest, you found the man drop dead gorgeous. His tall frame, simple makeup, the smell of his cologne- you’d embrace him if you could. You would hate for this relationship to go sour, though, so you bottled up these emotions of yours.

“ We have a saying to eulogize these events: ‘The crash of a spear brought billowing dust, the mountains and waters made way at the sound. The sight of a dragon bestowed with a touch, the promise of rainwater blessing the ground. “ 

And with those words, one of your personal favorites ended. You looked over at Zhongli, who was sipping his tea quietly. 

“ I could never get tired of this story in particular. I think Rex Lapis’ experiences are fascinating- I’d love to hear them told from his perspective if I could. However, I suppose that might just be a foolish dream of mine when I was a child. “ Zhongli glanced over at you, single handedly managing to make your heart skip a beat. 

“ I don’t believe it’s childish. Perhaps a tad bit hopeful, but not childish. It’s only natural for one to wonder about his perspective on things, after all. “ You picked up your cup, sipping it while he spoke. It was mostly finished now, but for the sake of courtesy, you didn’t drink it quickly like you would’ve in the company of friends and family. 

“ Well, what do you think of Rex Lapis? I don’t believe you’ve ever mentioned your opinion on him. In my presence, at least. “ You put the cup on the table, looking back up at the man.

“ I have no thoughts regarding Liyue’s archon. Nothing noteworthy, at least. He was an honorable archon. “ You were almost too enchanted by his amber eyes to process what he’d said, but you caught it just in time. You raised an eyebrow curiously at the man. 

“ Really? That’s rather… odd of you. You usually always have something more to say regarding important history that piece Liyue together. “ You tilted your head at him, his curt response catching you off guard. He’d usually ramble about and expand on topics based on his knowledge and opinions on things, but that definitely wasn’t the case. 

“ I suppose nothing about the former archon of Liyue truly comes to mind at the moment. What do you think about him? “ He looked at you attentively, which made you hesitate a second. You could feel your cheeks flush. You gripped the handle of your cup tightly, looking back at Zhongli. 

“ I believe that my feelings of adoration for him aside, I am also enchanted by the idea of such a god. If he truly appears the same as he is painted and sculpted, he is rather… “ You cleared your throat when you focused on Zhongli’s face again, swallowing. “ Ahem, bewitching. “ You averted your gaze to your cup for a moment to collect yourself. You were met with a smile from Zhongli. 

“ Is that so? “ He took a sip of his tea, and you followed suit, finishing the rest. You put it down and sat up, looking back up at him. 

“ Speaking of sculptures, I was considering commissioning an adventurer. “ 

“ An adventurer? What for? “ 

“ I wanted to explore Liyue. Hearing about it through stories is pleasant, but I’d like to see them for myself. I’d also like to see Rex Lapis’ Statue of The Seven. I could probably do it alone, but I’d rather take precautions than regret it later on. “ Zhongli seemed to perk up at this, placing his hand on the table. 

“ I could assist you in your adventures. We’d need to arrange a date for departure and return, as well as a price, which I’ll gladly do through a contract. “ 

“ Oh? I’m not entirely sure how long it’d be, though. I suppose I’d probably have to figure out what sights to visit first before I could draft a contract with you. But I’m also open to any recommendations you might have. “ 

“ Very well. Perhaps you’d like to view a map just to have an idea of where we’ll be venturing. “ 

—-----------------------------------

Within a week, the two of you had everything figured out. You had both signed a contract, and were headed outside of LIyue Harbor. 

“ I don’t think I’ve ever had to travel via waypoints before. It’s a weird sensation. “ You teleported a small, separate segment of land northeast to Mt. Aocang. There were multiple waterfalls there, and though it wasn’t a popular spot, you found beauty in it.

“ I believe you’ll get used to it. “ Once you approached the lake, you ran to a ledge where you could sit. 

“ It’s beautiful. Thank you for telling me about this spot, Zhongli. “ You looked behind you, looking at Zhongli who stood behind you. You patted the ground next to you. “ Come, sit with me. “ He listened, sitting next to you on the ground. You looked down at his gloved hand next to you which he leaned onto. Without a thought, you placed your hand onto his like you did by reflex with close friends or family. The feelings you held toward Zhongli didn’t feel platonic whatsoever, though. 

Once you realized what you’d done, you looked up at Zhongli’s face for a reaction, only to find him looking away. You noticed the shell of his ear was flushed, though, and took this as a good sign. You looked back at the lake, exhaling a bit. His hand was significantly warmer than yours, but you assumed that it was just his extra layers of clothes combined with his body heat.

“ Do you think it’d be safe to swim in these waters? We could retire to Wangshu Inn afterward. It’d be a nice way to spend our first night adventuring together. “ You looked over at Zhongli, being met with his gaze. 

“ Most likely. Did you bring the proper attire with you to swim? “ You nodded, reaching into your backpack to pull out your swimsuit. 

“ I’m afraid I can’t swim with you tonight, as I didn’t anticipate this. My apologies. “ You were disappointed that Zhongli wouldn’t be joining you, but you also weren’t gonna take up this good opportunity to swim. 

“ That’s fine. I suppose you could enjoy the scenery in the meantime. I won’t be long. “ You walked to the flat ground, changing into your swimsuit once you were out of Zhongli’s view. It was a two piece with a small top, which showed off your… “assets”. It was all you had on hand, though, and since you were just traveling with Zhongli you saw no wrong in wearing it. 

He was such a gentleman, after all.

You quickly walked into the water, swimming to Zhongli’s line of sight. You cheekily waved at him, to which he smiled. You swam for a good few minutes, and even sat near the waterfalls for a little while before coming out of the water. It was late, after all. You wrung your hair to get as much water out as you could, patting it down with your towel afterward. 

You walked over to the bottom of the ledge, where Zhongli stood idly with his back facing toward you.

“ Zhongli? Are you that eager to turn in for the night? “ You threw the towel over your shoulder, approaching the man. He simply stood there, though, which confused you. You called out before touching his shoulder, which caused him to go rigid. 

“ I’m… I’m afraid we must separate for the night. Or perhaps a few days. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. “ You were extremely confused by his words, especially since the two of you seemed to be enjoying your travels thus far. 

“ And what of the contract? I had thought you were enjoying my company. Did I think wrong? “ You didn’t know why you were so butthurt about this, but you couldn’t stop yourself from talking. 

“ We’ll have to terminate it accordingly. I’ll compensate you for your troubles. “ 

“ What’s wrong? Are you unwell? “ You grabbed his hand, gasping at just how hot it was. You made him face you, met with his incredibly flushed face. 

“ I ask that you refrain from… “ He glanced down at your hand, then up at you, furrowing his eyebrows before swallowing. “ …physical contact, please. I am not myself at the moment. “ 

“ Zhongli, we must get you to a doctor. You seem rather sickly. “ You put the back of your hand to his forehead, to which Zhongli grabbed your wrist. You let out a small gasp when horns emerged from his head, just like- 

“ You’re… Rex Lapis. “ Your eyes appeared like saucers while you stared at the god before you. He backed away, covering his mouth and nose with his hand. 

“ I apologize if I’ve deceived you. However, due to the nature of my species, I believe I cannot be in your presence much longer. Not with good intentions in mind, at least. “ 

“ Could you at least explain it to me? I can’t help but be concerned about you. Zhongli, please. “ You placed a hand on his wrist, taking a step closer. He looked down at you, clearing his throat. 

“ I’m afraid that we dragons go through a period of time in which we require… ahem, the ‘company’ of a lover to help our needs. I haven’t experienced such a rut in a millennium, though, so I believe that your presence might have contributed to the cause. Forgive me, I truly don’t wish to view you in such a way. It’s unbecoming of me. “ He pulled away from you again, clearly flustered. You took a moment to process his words. 

“ I do recall hearing you were part dragon through stories. So I suppose these cycles would be relieved through.. Sexual intercourse? “ You seemed to have an ‘aha!’ moment, instinctively looking down at his groin area. You could see his hardened length being constrained by his attire, your face immediately flushing.

“ Again, I’m very sorry. I must take precautions while I still have some sense in me. “ He turned his back to you, walking away. 

“ And if I were to help you? I am the cause of this, am I not? I’d like to help you. “ He paused, immediately turning to face you again. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing while he stared at your figure for a moment. He soon looked back at your face, exhaling. 

“ I could never ask such a thing of you. I’m also led to believe you don’t understand what you’re implying, as well. If we did participate in such acts together, I’m afraid I might hurt you or push you past your limit, as I’d turn my primal instincts. Additionally, you’d have to go hours without a break, even if you fell unconscious- I don’t believe a human is suited to go through such a thing. “ 

“ Well, have you ever tried it with a human? We could return to the inn together, Zhongli. The room will be secluded as there are seldom visitors during the nighttime. “ Zhongli stared at you, letting out a shaky breath. 

“ Prepare the room with a medkit, water, and perhaps something for you to eat. And… are you on any form of contraceptive? I’m afraid I might… impregnate you without one. “ He got goosebumps at just the thought, looming over you. 

“ Yes, I’m on one. Don’t worry, Zhongli. I trust you. “ He sighed, reaching for your hand. 

“ That is what worries me. I’ll prepare the room whilst you shower; otherwise I don’t believe I could restrain myself. “ And just like that, the two of you teleported to the inn. You went to the room the two of you had booked, and just as you were told, you took a shower. 

You came out in nothing but a towel wrapped around you rather delicately, only to find Zhongli patiently waiting on the bed. 

“ Will you not be showering? “ Zhongli looked up at you, gripping the bed sheets. 

“ I suppose I must. I’ll be back shortly. Please feel free to take any preparatory measures you need. “ He stood up with a grunt, leaving toward the bathroom, albeit a bit begrudgingly. You checked his preparations, your heart skipping a beat when you noticed how much care he put into it. He made sure to put towels on the beside, as well as multiple water bottles and a few things for you to snack on between ‘breaks’. 

You couldn’t wait much longer while he was in the shower, the anticipation getting to you. You unwrapped your towel and reached down to your arousal, rubbing circles on your clit to make sure you were wet before sliding two fingers inside of yourself. Your first thought was of Zhongli having his way with you, that it was his fingers stuffed inside of you while you screwed your eyes shut, trying to keep silent. You were taken out of your trance when you heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, quickly pulling your fingers out of you.  

It didn’t take long for him to come out of the bathroom, his towel tied around his waist. His damp hair was draped over his shoulders, eventually fading into a shade of orange. HIs body was otherworldly- on top of his height, he was extremely well built, on top of his beautiful face. He still had his horns, as well as a thick, dragonic tail. 

“ Z-Zhongli! You certainly take… quick showers… “ You looked up at him as he approached you slowly. Instinctively, you brought your towel closer to your chest, covering most of it. He exhaled, glancing over at you. 

“ I must warn you, if you have your reservations on what you wouldn’t like me to see or touch, I’m afraid I won’t pay any mind to it once we begin. I won’t be… myself, to put it simply. “ His tail swayed behind him while he stared down at you, slowly growing more and more delirious by the second. 

“ No, it’s alright. It’s just, I… you’re very… “ You cleared your throat, glancing away. “ Let’s just say you’re more handsome and tempting than I could’ve imagined. Needless to say, I’m excited.” You squeezed your thighs together, feeling your own slick on your inner thighs. 

“ So… you’ve made up your mind? “ He walked closer, standing beside the bed at this point. He placed his hand on your knee, pulling it closer to him ever so slowly. You looked up at him, nodding. You shivered when you felt Zhongli’s hand travel down to your thigh. “ Very well. “ And just like that, he dropped his towel, his length finally exposed to you. It was practically huge, making your heart sink. Would it even fit inside of you?

“ Uhm… Zhongli? I don’t think that’ll fit. “ You looked up at him whilst he crawled onto the bed in front of you. “ I mean, you don’t have to put all of it inside, right? We could just… go halfway? “ He frowned at this notion. 

“ Let us stop, then. “ He began to stand back up off the bed, but you were desperate to be touched by him.

“ Wait! I really do want this, I’m just anxious. “ He looked down at you, his expression softening. He crawled toward you again, placing a hand on your lower stomach. You felt a tingling sensation, and when you looked down, you saw a geo symbol above where your womb would be. 

“ You will be able to take me without struggle now. Are you still reconsidering your decision? “ His face slowly became flushed as he looked down at your cunt, seeing that you were already wet. “ I see you.. Took my advice. “ He cleared his throat mid sentence. He wanted nothing more than to be inside you now. 

“ No, I’m alright. I trust you. “ Zhongli stared at you with wide eyes when you reached to touch his face, thumbing his cheek. Something in him snapped, and he immediately grabbed your other hand, which was filthy with your own essence. He quickly took your fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean as he took in your scent with a newfound fervor. 

“ Ha… my patience is running thin. I fear I’ve imagined this moment for far too long. “ He quickly moved you to the center of the bed, spreading your legs. He grabbed onto his length, spitting on it for lubrication whilst he stroked himself. Once he laid it on your labia, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. You stared at his arms, which faded into black with gold markings. The thought of such a divine being you’ve always adored taking you where you laid was so erotic to you. Your thoughts were interrupted when Zhongli put his tip at your entrance, though.

He looked up at your face, as if making sure there were no second thoughts between either of you, but your lewd expression of anticipation only made him even more certain. Zhongli pushed inside of you slowly, groaning at the feeling of you around him. You thought that it was supposed to hurt, that you were supposed to need time to adjust to his length, but in truth you only felt pure ecstasy. 

Perhaps it had something to do with the mark on your stomach? Either way, your mind was starting to fog as soon as he bottomed out inside of you. He hoisted one of your legs onto his shoulder, leaning his head against your calf and kissing it. Something about him seemed… different when he began thrusting. He had started off slowly, but he gradually began to come apart at the seams. He shut his eyes, letting out sounds you could have never imagined he was able to make. It was so unusual since you had gotten used to his gentlemanly nature, but it was by no means unwanted. 

“ Zhongli… “ You called out to him, reaching out to touch his stomach, which was the closest thing to you. He opened his eyes, his amber eyes emitting a glow. 

“ Beautiful. “ You furrowed your eyebrows, not quite understanding what he meant by this. 

“ What? “ 

“ You’re beautiful like this. “ He began pulling out, leaving only the tip inside of you before he rammed it inside, making you and the bed alike jolt. You let out a yelp, calling out his name by surprise whilst grabbing onto the bed sheets, perhaps for a false sense of security. Zhongli’s eyebrows furrowed as he began pounding you with a merciless rhythm.

He leaned in closer, bending you as he pleased while he gripped the headboard, his tail slithering around your waist to keep you still. You weren’t able to truly feel just how much he stretched you out, but he could feel it with increased sensitivity to top it off. Your cunt was wrapped so tightly around him, it almost hurt- almost. He used his tail to force you to meet his thrusts, using you as his own play thing. 

You cried out when you felt Zhongli bite down onto your calf, only for him to lick it as a half hearted apology. You wrapped your hand around his arm when he pushed your leg to your chest. You dug your nails into his forearm, your other hand gripping the bed sheets desperately, trying to squirm away from him.

These efforts turned out to be futile though, as Zhongli raised your hips to an angle, allowing him to be deeper than before. He leaned his chest onto yours, kissing you as if it was his last day alive. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back. Soon, he backed out of the kiss and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He mumbled something, though you couldn’t hear it very well. 

“ Hu… Huh? I didn’t, mnh- hear what you said. “ You slid your hand through his hair, gripping onto it. You shivered when you felt him lick your neck.

“ You smell delicious.. “ He wrapped his arms around your head, holding you closely before he adjusted his legs on the bed. Without warning, he began thrusting into you again, licking and nibbling onto your skin. It felt so filthy, but it only turned you on more.

He stayed in that position for a bit, maintaining his pace whilst leaving marks all over your chest area. You tried to reach down to circle your clit, but Zhongli was pressed too closely against you. You could do nothing but take what he gave you- you were completely vulnerable. With that thought alone, you managed to cum, thighs trembling and clamping down around Zhongli’s hips. 

At first, his thrusts helped ride out your orgasm, but once it was done with, he continued. It felt uncomfortable at first- you tried to squirm away from the man, but he always pulled you back and thrusted into you harder. You cried out when he bit down on your nipple, digging your nails into his shoulders. 

“ Please! ‘S too much… “ You looked at the man’s face when he lifted himself off you a bit, allowing you room to breathe. His pace slowed whilst he leaned in closer, giving you a kiss. 

“ All you need to do is be still and allow me to use you as I please. This is what you wanted, was it not? To have a god use your body like this? “ He slowed down to a languid pace, reaching deep inside you. You struggled to keep your eyes on Zhongli’s, both out of pleasure and anxiety that washed over you when he loomed over you like this. You could feel tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill endlessly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning in to hide your face. 

“ Don’t… don’t look at me like that, you bastard. “ Zhongli chuckled at your response, rubbing your back gently. It seemed he was having a moment of clarity, but it wouldn’t last very long. 

“ Do not worry, my sweet. Your discomfort won’t last very long. “ You tightened your grip around him at the nickname, your heart fluttering. He slowly started picking up his pace again, eventually pistoning into you at the same pace as before. 

If there was something that embarrassed you indefinitely, it was crying in front of others. In a desperate attempt to hide this, you bit down on his neck when you were getting close. Zhongli let out a grunt, immediately bottoming out inside of you. You let out a helpless whine when you felt him spill inside of you, the thick substance dripping down your ass once he pulled out. 

“ I told you I could take it… “ You muttered this just loud for him to hear, though you were met by his laughter. (refer to his “Haha, this is getting interesting” voiceline <3)

You closed your eyes, relaxing as you tried to catch your breath. You were interrupted by Zhongli promptly grabbing your hip, flipping you over onto your stomach. You felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, and he quickly bottomed out inside you. You propper yourself up on your elbows, crying out while turning to look at him. He placed both his hands beside your head, looming over you before he started thrusting again. 

You tried to keep your head up, you really did- Your efforts turned out to be fruitless, though, and all you could do was hug the pillow while crying into it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you finally came undone once more, your body tensing up when he didn’t stop. 

You let him have his way with you, having countless orgasms whilst he bent you and used you as he pleased. He constantly came inside you, barely providing you with time to breathe. There were times he slowed down and grinded against you, but those breaks became shorter and shorter the longer you two went at it.

You were barely lucid during some of it- he pressed you into many different positions, the last one being a mating press. You whined when he pushed into you for the umpteenth time, some of his essence from prior rounds spilling out of you. Zhongli started to pound into you, gripping the back of your thighs. 

Somehow, he had managed to bring you to yet another orgasm. You screwed your eyes shut, tears staining your cheeks. It’d been hours since the two of you started, but you still managed to climax continuously. You squeezed him tightly when he started moaning loudly, picking up his pace while he got closer to cumming. Eventually, he stopped rutting into you, bottoming out yet again. He pumped the last of his cum into you, holding you still when you started writhing under him. 

You felt him soften inside of you, finally pulling out. He let go of your legs, letting you lay down. You watched his expression soften while he looked down at you, moving off the bed to put on his undergarments. Afterward, he sat down next to you, bringing you closer. 

“ Would you like some water? “ Once you nodded, he reached over to the side table to get a bottle of water. He screwed off the cap and lifted your chin, helping you drink. He proceeded to clean most of your body with the towels he had placed there earlier, laying down with you afterward.

“ You did well. Rest now and we will continue later. “ You buried your face in his chest, groaning a bit at this. Zhongli sighed, and when you looked up at him, he gave you a kiss on your forehead. You could feel your face flush at this notion, and you promptly laid your head down again. He ran his hand over your hair and down your back in a comforting fashion, his tail wrapping around one of your legs. His scent and warmth alone managed to lull you into a deep sleep. 

[embodyingchaos]

hiii! could you do a rodrick heffley x bass guitarist reader? maybe they meet at a battle of the bands/ at the talent show or something like that? really anything bassistx drummer.

thanks so much!

❥ hi there, lovey! of course, i can! you didn't specify the pronouns so i decided to go with gender neutral, hope that's alright! IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT

drummer boy pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, this is so short warnings: awkward rodrick, reader suddenly getting cocky out of NOWHERE word count: 549

the air was cold backstage but y/n couldn’t stop themself from sweating out of anxiety. they shook their hands, trying to get loose and relax. “yo, y/n!” cherry, the drummer for their band, called out to her, “we’re up soon.” she tells them, blowing a tiny bubble between her lips with the gum in her mouth. y/n nods and holds two thumbs up, looking entirely frantic. cherry eyed them weirdly before walking back to where the rest of the band was waiting.

“nervous?” a sudden voice asked from behind them, making them jolt. y/n looked to their left and saw a boy around their age with ruffled hair and too much eyeliner on for comfort, awkwardly posing with his elbow on the wall. “hi.” he greeted in a small voice, smiling. y/n tilted their head to the side, “hi?” they greeted back, a bit confused. “and sorta, this would be my first time performing in front of an actual crowd.” they confessed, rubbing the back of their neck with a sheepish smile on their face.

the boy let out a loud ‘pfft’, “don’t worry! i- uh- i’ve performed before, not like a big gig or anything like that but it was still a performance! you know…” he rambled on, y/n found him adorable and awkward, but still adorable. he laughed nervously, “i’m rodrick.” his voice cracked as he introduced himself, “y/n.” they smiled at him, “so, what instrument do you play for your band, rodrick?” y/n asked, leaning closer towards him. rodrick only gets even more flustered at the proximity, “i-i- you know, i drum, and all that.” he chuckles, trying to play it cool. 

“u-uh, what about you?”

“i play the bass.” they answered, holding up the bass that had been in their hand the entire time they were talking. rodrick’s eyes widen and he blinks, “oh.” he quietly muttered, feeling a tad bit embarrassed. y/n giggled and it immediately caught him off guard, it made him regain his composure. “so, uh, y/n, i was wondering if you’d maybe wanna-” “rodrick! dude!” one of rodrick’s bandmates came up to him, interrupting their conversation. “we’re up next! flirt later!” he told him while catching his breath, rodrick glares at him before turning back around to y/n and back to him. “give me a moment, will you, ben? i’ll be right there. just go, go!” he shooed ben away when he wasn’t budging, “you should really get ready, rodrick.” they teased, “my drummer’s pretty good.” rodrick raised his eyebrow at the sudden cockiness, “oh, really? i doubt they’re better than me. i’m what you call a drumming enthusiast.” he boasted as he smirked but it only made y/n smug smile grow wider.

“we’ll see about that one, drummer boy.” they taunt, poking his shoulder. “thanks for the short pep talk, maybe you’ll see me after the show.” y/n winked at rodrick before making their way past him, towards their other band members. rodrick stared at their form walking further away from him, grinning from ear to ear. “i am so asking them out.” he whispered to himself full of confidence, but knowing deep inside he was going to be a stammering, blushing mess when he does so.

[fandomwritingbit]

Serial killer william afton x law enforcement (afab)reader pt.2

pt.1 here

WARNINGS--- smut, Roughness, violence, child murder, manipulation, brainwashing, degradation. I think that about covers it. But Afton is a child murderer. There’s going to be dark shit mixed in. Oh, and swearing, but it's a bit late for that warning.

 “Well hello again. Don’t you look fucking sweet.” Hungry eyes ran up and down over your body, teasing a wolfish grin on Afton’s face. God, that skirt looked good on you and that bloody tight blouse - that couldn’t be an accident, you’d chosen to wear that today, to be a little fucking tease. He looked at you for a reaction, some acknowledgement of him now, even of what had happened last week: but there was only an expression of indignation.

“And don’t you look rough. Guards not treating you nice?” You bite back.

The week had gone by dead slow but finally here you were again, sat with this evil man, trying to put up with his antics. You’d thought over the car situation over and over again and eventually resigned to it being some sort of tiredness induced hallucination, it just couldn’t be anything else. Speaking to your mum, she'd said the same. But the nagging feeling of it being more than that, something darker and more serious hadn’t let you sleep for the past 7 nights.

Seeing Afton sat down cockily opposite you made you feel sick to your stomach, and you ached to question him about the incident; but how could you without looking like a lunatic? And what if it was all in your head? Then you've just admitted to a cunt of a case study that you had a dream about him and someone like him would run riot with that.

"Aren't you in a good mood? You having your monthly?" He laughs mockingly, the irritation on your face amusing him more. Regardless of how overly sexist that was, you knew that he was just trying to piss you off, but you were stressed enough already and by God was it working.

"We're not here for a catch up, are we, Mr Afton?" You answer flatly. Trying to get your mind off the incident and back into the room, you have an itinerary to get through. And it was a rough one today and all.

"No. You're after getting in my head. Where are we going to start then?"

You allow yourself a slow smile as you make him wait for the answer, he probably won’t like this.

“Well, as this is our first proper session, we’ll start small.” You begin, pulling out a notepad you’d pre-labelled with the topic of discussion for today. Not bothering to look at him, you know well enough that he was staring at you, making your hands stutter slightly. “A character evaluation.” You look up to see him laugh, shaking his head. 

“Already done that. I’m as sane as they come, I’m afraid.” There was a smug sneer to his voice that intrigued you. 

“Not a psych evaluation, Mr Afton. It’s quite evident that you’re responsible for your crimes.” More than evident in when he told the court assigned psychiatrist to ‘go fuck themselves’ multiple times during questioning. “The uh... people who commit crime like yours, tend to have a few common traits...” before you could even reach your point the man before you threw his head back in laughter.

“You think I’m a narcissist?” 

“I have no doubt that you’re a narcissist, Mr Afton.” You couldn't help but laugh, God anyone who so much as glanced at him could tell that much. “All I’m going to ask you to do, is to go through your first.” You explain, quickly adding. “Victim. Your first victim.” The smirk on his face made you glad you’d specified that. 

“I’m not interested in times, dates, Hell even places. I know all that. But I want you to give me your account.” 

The inmate fell silent for a moment, looking at his hands. “I can do that for you, if you’re sure you want to hear it, sweetheart.” You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes at that. “But in return...” 

Sighing you start mentally preparing yourself for him to ask you to flash something or smuggle him something. They were all the same these inmates, thinking they had the right to ask for anything and more than eager to keep a death grip of the one crumb of power they had: their information. 

“If you aren't up for talk, Mr Afton. I’ll just go, I’m not here to bargain with you, it doesn’t affect me if you don’t spe-.” 

“Except it does.” He cuts you off, “It's your job to get me to- quite a competitive job too, I imagine.” He leans forward, presenting both his palms in a cock-sure shrug. “So, if you want the prestige of being the one to... open me up, you’ve got to scratch me back.” 

You scoff a laugh, the audacity of him. He was threatening you with clamming up. Arrogantly thinking he knew all about you and your career. “In what way, Mr Afton? Extra yard time?” You say patronisingly, your irritation clear, and that pinch between your brows was more than alluring to him.

He laughs, “No. All I’m going to ask you to do, sweetheart; is answer a question for me.” Hmm, how odd, you think to yourself. What the Hell could he want to know from you? Even though you felt unease at that request, you bite the lure. He’d been right about the prestige angle, it’d look great if you could be the one to provide some insight into this nasty piece of shit, but more than that, you wanted to for your own interest.

“...Dependent on the nature of the question... and the value of your account. Sure.” You say finally, confident that if you weren’t happy to answer you could just leave, this fucker simply couldn’t. Right?

“Where do you want me to start?” 

“From the beginning. It's quite clear some of your murders were premeditated, when did you decide to kill Charlotte Emily?” You don’t even have to look at your notes for that name, the brutality of her death was ingrained in your psyche. Surprisingly the man in front of you burst into laughter, seemingly greatly amused by your questioning, which was more than unreasonable to your mind. 

“When I seen her there- outside the restaurant.” The wide grin didn’t retreat despite the conversation turning darker by the second.��“Coppers made that mistake too. Think that just ‘cos I knew her, and her fucking father...” He spat the last part and you make a note of some strong feelings towards Mr Emily. “That I didn’t like her or sommet. It had nowt to do with the girl.” 

You force yourself to keep his eye, even as his flicked over you profile trying to determine if his words were shocking you. “Truthfully,” he continued, “I killed her ‘cos she was there.” And the nonchalance of his delivery made your blood simmer. 

You desperately try to keep your thoughts hidden, this was something new, no mention of this murder being opportunistic anywhere in his file. The nature of their relationship and the efficiency of the slaughter, both reeked of planning.  

“Why were you there?” You manage to ask.

“Had a long, difficult day. Kids were real bratty- I needed a smoke.” He sat a little straighter for a moment, “Come to think of it, I’d kill for one now.” He made a point of looking at your bag. His choice of words not amusing you at all.

Your eyebrows must have narrowed instantly at his blatant hinting because he chuckled. “Come on, love. I’m giving you what you want.” 

“What makes you think I have any?” You near snap, eager to get him back on track. This distraction demonstrating his more than typical entitlement.

“I can smell them on you.” You feel a chill at how he was looking at you. “And you’ve been tapping your foot since you came in... my guess is you need one as well.” 

You shake your head, knowing that humouring him wasn’t a good idea in the long run, but you needed to hear what he had to say next. And so, with a look of distaste in your eye, you reach over and pull a pack out from your bag. Trying not to think about how the guards would bollock you for even considering giving such a violent offender something he could potentially use as a weapon. You hold them close enough for him to grab one and light it from between his fingers. 

“Go on.” You say, picking up your pen again, to continue your notes. Watching how the cuffs moved as he brought the fag away from his mouth, blowing the smoke slowly directly at you, again finding humour in the seriousness of your face. 

“I come out there fuming, half-pissed and all, like I said, the day had been shit. And she was just stood there, in the dark, near the bins. A fucking child just unsupervised.” He drew on his cigarette again, the action a little stiffer, as the recounting had made him more tense.  

“It were raining, stupidly cold. Didn’t really want to be out there myself and she's got her back to me looking at sommet.”

Honestly what the fuck had she been doing there? Where was her gob-shite of a dad? He approached her pissed, poised to shout at her for being an idiot, for God’s sake anything could happen to a little lass out on her own. She hadn’t seen him, not even heard the fire door closing heavy behind him. 

“I went over to her, finally she fucking turned to see who it was.” He shook his head. “She spoke to me, complaining about sommet some other kid had said.” He leaned forward before saying the part you were waiting for, making a point of bringing his head close to yours and locking your eyes.  

“And I grabbed hold of her neck- didn’t even need two hands.” Your whole body goes taut with a mixture of anger and fear as two of his fingers run up the back of your hand on the table. Tracing over the knuckles, wearing half a smile. “And squeezed... Didn’t take very long, her neck snapped I think, definitely not long enough for her to choke.” 

You wrench your hand free of him, and look away in disgust, you’d heard such vile acts described time and time again but each word he’d said sent shivers down your spine. 

When you can bring yourself to look at such a monster, you see him unconcerned, tapping ash into your glass of water. A mocking blasé expression on his face, that only became amusement when he saw how wrought you looked.

“That enough for you, sweetheart?” He said with a mean chuckle. Taking one last drag of his cigarette before tossing the left-over end into the glass, his lack of care and respect completely bare. “Aw, I didn’t mean to offend your delicate sensibilities.” He jeered.

You scowl, “That was more than sufficient, Mr Afton.” 

He placed his palms flat on the table, and the sight of his large hands took the air from your lungs. They were rough and calloused, the knuckles crisp with dried blood. Those killer’s hands had been on you. Your face. Your throat. Your... Good God, the sensation that jolted through you was like being hit in the stomach with a hammer. You wanted to strip yourself of your skin.

You clear your throat, pulling at the collar of your blouse, trying to get some more air.

"You alright? It'd be a bad idea to faint in here. All alone. With me." The flash of fear caused by his words prickled all over you skin.

"Just... I'm fine. I just need to step outside for a moment." You say, feeling dizzy. You'd undone the top two buttons of your shirt, but they did very little to help the overwhelming attack of fear you were experiencing.

Too focused on not passing out, you'd missed how he zeroed in on your now exposed flesh. It was nothing really - only your collarbone - but seeing the smooth vulnerable softness of your skin stirred his cock, the bulge pressing uncomfortably against his trousers.

You stand up and are about to flee the confined space, but the sound of his cuffs moving makes you look to him.

"I haven't even asked my question yet.” He says loud enough to make you stop still. Looking to him, waiting a beat of silence before he spoke.

"You look very tired... have you lost sleep 'cos of the other night?" At once, you freeze, hands loose and useless by your sides as your brain attempts to make reason. Turning to face him, you feel like a simpleton. "You know, in your car?" He finishes, voice low with an emotion you couldn't quite place.

Slowly, your dumbfounded state dissolves and is replaced by an anger you couldn't begin to comprehend. You move quickly to the table, slamming your hands down as you move to interrogate him. He leans back in his chair, tied hands raised in a patronising surrender. The sound of the metal clinking was able to bring you back to your senses somewhat.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You start slowly. Of course, you knew, but you needed him to say it, for the sake of your sanity.

"Surely you remember? I thought I was more memorable than that." He spoke through a smug smile, "Our little 'rendezvous' last week?" At that moment, you didn't have the facility to answer, only reliving the situation again, with the devastating knowledge that you'd been right: it was real.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He pauses to laugh, "Oh don't tell me that... that you'd convinced yourself that it was all a dream." He stuck his bottom lip out patronisingly, his whole demeanour alight with amusement.

"I- it was... you." So much anger and confusion were banging around your skull that you couldn't manage to string together a coherent answer. He just watched you, expectantly.

"You were in my car?" You finally say, little more than a whisper. "How the fuck were you in my car?"

"You’re the same as the coppers, trying to get to the bottom of everything." He shook his head, "Does it fucking matter, how?"

No. No, it didn't, not really. All that mattered was that he was. And could be again. You suppress the shiver your body seems determined to have you experience. 

"Listen here, you perverted cunt." You speak levelly, leaning down to his eyeline, only to be met with the grin of a Cheshire cat. "Whatever you did- however you did it, keep the fuck away from me." He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak but you didn't let him.

"I fucking mean it. I could make your life Hell in here and still sleep soundly, alright?" The condescending look of him nearly made you hit him.

"That's cute. But I already told you, sweetheart. We're not done playing 'til I say so." It was then that you realised you were trying to reason with a monster. They don't do compromise or agreement; he won't budge an inch regardless of how hard you push.

You stand up straight. Brushing down you skirt and gathering up the documents you brought with you, all while under his eye.

You didn't look at him, be it from fear or anger, only at the wall behind him. "I'm not putting up with this. The big wigs can send someone else to deal with your shit."

"If you don't come back, y/n. You'll fucking regret it." He paused, his face tight with irritation. "23 hours a day in a cell without the prospect of seeing a pretty little thing like you? Hmm... I might just get bored. You know what I like to do when I'm bored?"

His threats can go to Hell on the bus right next to him, you think to yourself. Your pulse too fast for your liking. You press the buzzer for the door and wait for the guard to let you out. Ignoring the slam of a fist on the metal desk, not daring to look at the man.

The guard at last comes in and lets you out, a few others at the door waiting to escort that psychopath back to his cage. You can only watch as one places his hand on Afton's, and he greets it by headbutting the man. Hard. Such a violent action that left everyone stunned. An animalistic grunt left the guard as the stark colour of blood began to coat his fingers. In seconds, the rest swarmed him and began man-handling him out of the interview room.

It took 4 guards to move him, but soon they all joined you in the corridor, and you watched shocked still at the violent outburst. They begin trying to walk him down the hall, but he stops still, turning towards you abruptly. Blood was the first thing you could register. Blood from nutting that guard, it looks like he broke his nose, yet he stares at you like nothing could possibly be bothering him. A cutting edged grin on his face.

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” He says simply, smirking. The guards on him, shouting abuse and pulling on him to move. Eventually, he does, but it's clear that it was his decision, not theirs.

You just stand for a minute, thinking over what had just occurred. You got some answers, but, man, you almost wished you hadn’t and that display of intimidation? Usually, you’d declare it pathetic hard-man syndrome, but the attack on that guard and zero acknowledgement of his injury frightened you. He seemed... abnormal. So lost in your thought you didn’t register the presence of O’Connor.

“Are you, uh, alright?” He asks quietly, a hesitant look about him only growing as you turn to look at him. Your face was stern, and your pupils tiny, you looked almost haunted, and he looked away somewhat fearfully.

“Not really.”

“What the Hell did he say to you? It must’ve been...” He trailed off, realising that the question certainly wasn’t welcome right now.

“Look, O’Connor. I don’t want to talk about it. I need... to go.”

“Yeah I... yeah.” He doesn’t try to push you anymore. The harsh tone of your voice told him not to bother. And so, he shows you out, not another word exchanged. You practically run to your car, slamming the door and locking it instantly. Sitting for what felt like ages before being able to drive home waves of contrasting emotions hit you one by one - hands going from shaking messes to white knuckling on your steering wheel.

~

Your drive had been particularly slow and careful, having to force your mind to focus on the road rather than analysing the events of the day, but it was ridiculously hard to do so. By the time you got back to your flat, you were exhausted, electing to call your friend to come over and watch some mind-numbing shit and try and distract you from all this shit you could hardly comprehend. All was arranged, and you go up the stairs to your floor, hoping they’d bring some wine over with them.

Holding your briefcase between your legs, you fumble with the key to get yourself in. Maybe some emotions were catching up with you because your hands were shaking, made worse by the feeling of embarrassing yourself in the corridor. Finally, you do so and shove the door open angrily, all but throwing yourself inside.

Slamming the door shut, you take a moment to rest your head against its hard surface and close your eyes. Once suitably relaxed, you turn to go and take a seat and wait for your mate, but all air is ripped from your body in a ruthless gasp when you see the interview room that you’d only just escaped from. Alarms are blaring in your ears, shoving you into fight or flight, whilst your eyes scan the room for the known cause.

He’s sat at his side of the desk, biting his nails, looking up at you as though you had intruded on him. Malicious glee radiating from his form. Your hands are on the door handle before you can register the movement, your body knowing better than you mind and aching all over to get out at any cost. The handle only moves a centimetre, clearly locked. But in your desperation, all you can do is turn it over and over again, the action becoming violent as your hope is lost.  

“It wouldn’t have been a smart move to leave you a way out, now, would it?” He says with a playful tone as you slowly face him, back pressed against the door. His nose had tape on it and looked as though it had been broken significantly. Afton watches you with his head cocked, eyes narrowed as he tries to predict your next move.

Shakily you grab your briefcase, holding it up in front of you as the only thing you had to keep some distance between this sick fuck and yourself. Trying to maintain a steady rhythm of breathing, you watched wide-eyed as he stood up and took a step towards you.

“Don’t come any fucking closer.” You say automatically, as loudly and with as much authority as you could. And he stopped for a moment before very pantomimingly taking another step towards you.

"Or what? You'll hit me?" He smirked, stopping about a metre and a half in front of you. Even from such a distance, he towered over you, and your mind spins with the thought that he could very easily overpower you. Especially with his account of poor Charlie Emily murder. 'Didn't even need two hands,' he'd said, the words making you gulp.

Still holding up the briefcase, you exhale raggedly through your nose as all paths of thought brought you to dead-ends. All you could do was talk to him, try and keep him away.

“What- why am I here?” You eventually manage, glaring at him for any hint of movement.

“I thought that maybe we could continue our little chat.” He paused, “But you seem lost for words - funny given how you were all big talk earlier. No more threats?” The twisted grin didn't leave his face, but there was a razor-sharp edge to his voice. You don’t answer, unsure of what you could possibly say. Did he forget what the roles were here? This was all because of what happened in the car... what was happening now.

“No?” He steps again towards you, and you bolt to the other side of the room, desperately trying to maintain distance. You position yourself behind the desk, still brandishing your only weapon. Turning to you, he laughs shortly, finding amusement in your futile fear. He moves again, quickly this time to the corner you’re standing in. In an unthought action, you attempt to push the table towards him, in reflection, unsure of what you hoped to accomplish. In your panic, you hardly register that it doesn’t move an inch.

“Bolted down, sweetheart. Keeps me out of trouble. Shouldn’t you know that?” He takes a hold of your arm before you can take action, and although you swing the briefcase, he wrenches it from you, throwing it to the floor. Your arm is used as leverage to manoeuvre you to the wall, where he held you in place.

“Get the fuck off me.” You hiss between clenched teeth.

“No. I’m bored of cat and mouse.” He says matter-of-factly, stooping down so he could meet your eye. He turns his head so close that you can feel his breath on your neck: it makes your skin crawl.

“Don’t you smell nice.” You feel the sensation of two fingers tracing the side of your cheek. “Such a bad idea for a lovely piece like you to come into prisons. Do you have any idea how long it's been since some of us have played with a woman?” Revolted by his words, you spit directly into his face, trying to use his reaction to push him away. Not moving in the slightest, your hands are pulled from his shoulders, and both caught above your head in one of his. You wince at the tightness of his grip, trying to kick at him, to which he inserts his knee between your legs and pushes you up the wall so that only the point of your shoes can scrap the floor.  

He wipes the saliva from his face and your stomach clenches as he places his fingers, slick with you assault, in his mouth.

“How fast is your pulse going? What are you, fucking scared?”

“Fuck you.”

“Not yet, I don’t think you could handle that.” His eyes watch your lips as they tremble at his words. “We were only going to talk, but it appears that you’re ‘not up for that’.” He says, cruelly mocking what you’d said earlier and bringing himself awfully close to your ear. “What are you up for, huh?” The vibration of his words made you shiver as you fight with your mind screaming to get away but your body to enthralled by the touch of such a terrifying powerful man.

“You’re vile.” The words tear from your throat with venom, the sensation of his breath on your skin too much. But you’re powerless to free yourself. For god’s sake you’re not even standing up on your own. 

He laughs, only coming closer to press his lips against the side of your neck. “I think you’re lying. Your heart is going so fast you’re either terrified, or you like me holding you down, sweetheart” He presses a kiss over your pulse, curbing another laugh. The action feels surprisingly gentle from a man whose grip was cutting bruises into your wrists. “And in my experience, people who are scared aren’t usually so hateful.”

"Usually, they sing my praises."

Before even finishing his sentence, he shifts your weight, bringing you a centimetre higher up the wall, his knee pressing against heat between your legs that you were only now becoming aware of. The movement brought attention to your clit and a slight gasp leaves you, before you can consider why having a killer do as he wishes with you was making you wet. 

He mock-gasps against your skin, “Definitely the latter.” To prove his point, he slowly moves his knee back and forth, only slightly stimulating you through the layers of clothes but enough to stir a feeling you were desperate to quell. Your breath hitches after a moment of such a small movement, and it becomes increasingly clear to you that he was right, you were liking this too much. 

Unable to anything but take what he was offering, you lose yourself in the orgasm that was being teased from you. Moaning at the biting kisses to your neck, the kind that would leave you a picture of bruises, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You were so lost in the growing need to cum that you didn’t notice when he stopped moving against you and you were using nothing but your core and sheer will, to drag yourself against him for pleasure. His hand entrapping yours left only your determination to bring yourself to your peak, and he groaned his approval and pleasure against your flesh. 

You could feel his cock pressing at your hip and if anything, it only turned you on more. You were co close to tasting your end and your sides were burning from the effort to achieve it, silently begging him to use his free hand to just help you, because you’ve never wanted anything more than the snapping of this tight fretful coil inside you. 

He doesn’t, but provided you relief when he again meets the roll of your hips with his knee, the act enough to make you cum. Your body reeling with it as you back arched against him. Feet barely able to touch the floor and provide you purchase. If it wasn’t for his grunt against you, you wouldn’t have noticed the desperate noise that left your lips, it sounded foreign, carnal.

“I fucking knew it.” He hissed, his voice harsh in your ear. He allowed you to recover for a moment, letting you stand and releasing your arms, knowing you were still trapped by his presence in front of you. Looking to his face, your met with a glare from him in frustration. He seemed just as tightly wound, and drunk on the feeling you grab for his cock, hearing his breath stagger as you do.

Almost immediately he pulls your hand away, such restraint leaving him panting. “So fucking eager for someone who wants nothing to do with a vile killer.” He coos, finding it in him to laugh. “If I let go of you, what are you going to do?” 

His question falls on dumb ears and you’re completely unable to answer him. What would you do? What were you planning to have done? You feel disgust at the thought of you fumbling for him like that. How could you possibly want more?

“Exactly.” As he speaks, he traces down the side of your face, the gesture stirring your stomach. “It must have been a while since someone played with you, sweetheart. Cos you look like a junkie who's just found a needle.” Chills ran down your spine at those words. It was true. You’d found crazy pleasure against a child murderer.

Someone so monstrous that it was devastating that he was human. 

[oceanlime]

do you think i’m handsome, taroumaru? thoma x reader

this fic can also be read on ao3, which will be where i post the chapter 2 update once i finish it! https://archiveofourown.org/works/45106024

word count: 4,544

genre: fluff, modern au, pre-relationship (thoma is pining immensely, so are you)

reader is gender neutral! no gender is specified and reader is referred to using gender neutral pronouns 

summary: You go over to Thoma's apartment to watch a movie he's been wanting to show you, but when time gets away from you and a snowstorm starts outside, what are you to do except play in the snow and stay the night? Ft Taroumaru occasionally being Thoma’s wingman and also his unwilling diary.

You treaded quietly across the floor before coming to a stop in front of a slightly open door. Before you could push the door open, the noise coming from inside stopped you.

“Do you think I’m handsome, Taroumaru? Wiggle your tail if you think I’m handsome!” A slight pause, followed by the sound of a tail hitting something soft rhythmically. The sound was dull, but still prevalent. An elated “Yeah!” was the response that followed.

Another pause, this time much longer. The sound of the tail wagging stopped, before: “Are you depressed? Wiggle your tail if you’re depressed.” The same thudding accompanied that stretch of silence, followed by a screeching “No!”

“Hey Thoma, how are you?” You began, pushing open the door to his room, where he sat on his bed in front of a very happy Taroumaru, whose tail began to wag even more at the sight of you.

“Are you happy? Wiggle your tail if you’re happy,” you questioned the dog in a baby voice as you began to pet him. Taroumaru continued to wiggle his tail, though whether it was because of your question, your attention, or the treat you were giving him from your coat pocket, who was to tell?

“Hi! I didn’t know you were here!” Thoma exclaimed, only a little bashful at being caught talking to his dog.

“Ayato let me in before I could text you,” you reached out your other hand to properly pet Taroumaru, who accepted your complete affection happily, “and clearly someone was too busy conversing with you in order to alert you of my presence.”

Thoma laughed before gesturing for you to sit down on his bed next to him. You took off your jacket, laying it down on his desk chair as you made yourself comfortable in your friend’s room, Taroumaru jumping onto the bed with you. “You’d talk to Taroumaru too if you got the chance, and I’m such a dazzling conversation partner that of course his attention was elsewhere,” Thoma joked, nudging you as you chuckled at his joke.

“I do talk to Taroumaru! I tell him that he’s handsome and wonderful and amazing and the best boy ever!” You smiled, giving Taroumaru a kiss on his head, his tail wagging nonstop. “And don’t worry, Thoma, I think you’re handsome too,” You smiled, referring to his earlier conversation with Taroumaru, petting his hair the same way you would pet the shiba inu.

Thoma grinned, laughing with you. A blush rose to his face as he pushed his head into your hand, as joking as your touch was. You locked eyes with him, his soft gaze nearly catching you off guard as you smiled back at him. You ran your fingers through his hair, which was out of its usual ponytail, falling beautifully past his shoulders.

Your hand trailed down from his hair to cup his cheek. He leaned into your hand, tilting his head as your thumb smoothed over his face as you gazed at one another. Thoma reached his hand up to caress your jaw, thumb tilting your chin up as he moved centimeters closer. Your heart sped up as you watched his gaze flicker briefly down to your lips. Your breath hitched as his gaze met yours again, and he started leaning in. Thoma opened his mouth, about to say something when a lick on your face, courtesy of one Taroumaru, snapped you out of your stupor

You pulled away, hand dropping from Thoma’s face. He did the same, his touch reluctantly leaving you but lingering all the same as you shifted your attention to Taroumaru, who was looking at you pleadingly for either more treats or more attention, but most likely both.

“Ok boy, only one more or you’ll become a glutton,” you teased, getting up to grab another dog treat out of your coat to give to the waiting dog.

You dug through the pockets of your coat while, unbeknownst to you, Thoma pouted at his dog behind you, silently gesturing as if to say: “Why would you do that?!”

With Taroumaru chewing happily on his treat, Thoma looked at you once again, though his gaze seemed much more sheepish this time. He cleared his throat once, before saying, “Anyways, I was gonna make hot cocoa to go along with the movie I wanna show you, and I also have cookies that I baked earlier today! Though, I should probably check that Ayato hasn’t eaten all of them.” He laughed.

“Let me help you!” You offered, and Thoma, knowing your persistence, agreed.

“If you could heat up two cups of milk, that’d be great. I’ll be there in a minute!” You gave him a thumbs up before exiting. With you out of his room, he flopped back onto his bed with his hands covering his face. Dragging them down the sides of his face, he let out a whispered shout of frustration, before turning his head to Taroumaru, who was licking up the crumbs of the treat he had quickly polished off. Shooting the dog a betrayed look, he softly exclaimed,

“Taroumaru! I thought you were supposed to be my wingman!”

Thoma joined you in the kitchen after a couple of minutes, a pot of milk already heating up on the stove. He took out his phone, scrolling for a brief moment before music started to come out of the speakers and he set his phone down on the counter, moving to grab the hot cocoa mix instead. Taroumaru padded in after him, always excited to see you, wanting more of your attention.

You bent down to Taroumaru’s level to pet him some more, Thoma frowning exaggeratedly at the dog from behind you, only partially sincere with his displeasure after the shiba inu had interrupted your moment. A moment that Thoma, in his daily talks with his dog, had been mentioning for months.

Looking back at Thoma, who quickly schooled his expression into a regular neutral look, you felt a little shy due to what had transpired only minutes before. You wondered, had he been moving to kiss you? Or maybe there was something on your face… You tried to rationalize it, but that didn’t change the fact that you wanted him to kiss you.

Thoma was an easy person to love, it just made sense that you would develop a crush on him. You could only hope that your feelings for him were returned.

The hot cocoa was coming to a simmer, almost ready to be poured into cups and topped with whipped cream. Thoma, who had retrieved both the whipped cream and the cookies he baked, placed them on the counter and proceeded to stand right in front of them, blocking your way with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows.

“That’s how it is,” he replied, matter of factually, an amused look on his face. You moved to reach behind him, but he batted your arm out of the way. Your following attempts were thwarted in the same manner.

Thoma rested his elbows on the counter, thinking you’d finally given up – but seeing that his waist was now unprotected, you made a split second decision. Moving to his side, you slowly dragged one of your hands across his waist, feeling him tense up through his black t-shirt and using the momentary distraction to reach behind him with your other hand and grab a cookie. You quickly shoved the cookie into your mouth and moved away from him, feeling like the cat who got the cream while Thoma opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, looking like a fish out of water with a flush high on his cheeks.

A belated strangled “Oh!” was all that escaped his mouth as he watched you happily eat the cookie.

Choosing to not point out his flustered expression – maybe the movement made him exert himself? – you asked, “These cookies are really good, did you use a new recipe or something?”

“Not exactly a new recipe, but I did add some spices to them this time for some more flavor,” he responded, moving away from the counter and grabbing the whipped cream to prepare your mugs of hot cocoa. He willed his blush away, despite knowing you’ve definitely seen it already.

He had wanted to fluster you somehow, maybe pull you against him while you reached behind him – he even dared to think about asking you to kiss him in trade for a cookie! But you managed to catch him off guard with your touch and make his heart beat even faster. He began to pour the cups of hot cocoa and topped them with whipped cream, handing you a mug and the plate of cookies as you made your way back to his room.

His tv was already set up with the newest movie that Thoma wanted to introduce to you, and Taroumaru trotted in after you. Before you could sit down on his bed, Taroumaru jumped up and took up almost half of it while wagging his tail and looking incredibly self satisfied. Thoma shot a grateful look towards his dog, sitting at the side of the bed and gesturing for you to sit between the two of them. Maybe Taroumaru is my wingman after all…

Thoma could feel the warmth of your body pressed against his as the two of you cuddled up next to each other and he hit play on the movie.

Maybe it was because he had already seen the movie, maybe it was because he was sitting next to you, pressed side by side, mugs of hot cocoa already finished and left on his nightstand, but Thoma found his attention drifting to you much more than the screen. Thoma decided to gather up his courage to fake a big yawn before draping his arm around you. It was excessive, he knew, since you two were already rather physically affectionate as friends, but after the almost-kiss from earlier and you flustering him, he felt as though he needed to play it cool.

But he had long since accepted that he would never be able to play it cool when it comes to you.

A few minutes went by with his arm around you and his heart beating out of his chest, and Taroumaru chose that moment to stretch up, nudging you even closer to Thoma. You laughed, softly exhaling through your nose before moving closer to him and resting your head on his shoulder. It’s safe to say that after that, Thoma’s attention was far from the movie, and also far from his very smug dog.

The movie ended, and the two of you stayed in the same position, pressed against each other while you talked about the movie and everything else under the sun until you needed to get up to use the bathroom. The moment you exited the room, Thoma turned to Taroumaru happily, congratulating the shiba inu. “Good boy! You’re such a good boy! You’ve definitely made up for earlier!”

Taroumaru wagged his tail, licking Thoma’s face as the man pet him generously. “Oh my gosh, I wanna kiss them so bad. I know I’ve said that a million times before but I really do! I felt like my heart was going to combust when they cuddled up to me like that, you’ve gotta wingman me more!”

Taroumaru, like the good boy he is, barked in affirmation. “Do you think I should give them one of my sweatshirts? It’s getting kinda cold outside so maybe they’re cold inside. And they’d be so cute in my sweatshirt… Oh my god, it’s cold outside.” Thoma gasped in realization, looking out of his window to see a flurry of snow in the darkness, since it was well into the night.

Thoma’s attention suddenly shifted from the weather to his phone chiming with a new message from Ayato.

Ayato

did u know the walls are thin

Thoma

u’ve made me very well aware of that

why?

Ayato

i can hear u talking to taroumaru abt ur crush

who is in the other room

Thoma

oh no

Ayato

i hope they hear

Thoma

respectfully i hope u fail ur paper

Ayato

and to think i was going to tell u that y/n should stay over

Thoma

on second thought i love you

Ayato

i know ♥️

also it’s literally snowing

just in case you haven’t looked out the window

since you’ve been looking at them instead ;)

and if ur gonna do anything nasty lmk and i’ll go to itto’s

Thoma

WE’VE NEVER EVEN KISSED SHUT UP

Ayato

yeah ik, get a move on loverboy!!!!

and then u can tell ur bestie taroumaru all abt it

Thoma

are u jealous i tell taroumaru abt my crush and not u :(

Thoma looked at his phone, expecting to see three dots indicating that Ayato was typing, but all he saw was the read receipt staring back at him. He laughed to himself before hearing, “You already tell me too much!” shouted at him from the other room, making him burst out into full blown laughter.

“Tell him too much about what ?” You questioned, walking back into Thoma’s room. Thoma froze up as Ayato began laughing, walking in behind you.

“What he means, my dear, is-” was all Ayato was able to say before Thoma jumped up from his bed, lightly pushed his roommate two steps out of the doorway, and shut his door behind you.

“Ah, uh, um, he meant I tell him too much about those baking shows that I always watch,” Thoma stuttered, leaning forward with one arm resting on his door behind you, unintentionally pinning you.

“The ones you talk to Taroumaru about?” You jested, resting your back against the door and looking up at Thoma.

“That’s not the only thing he talks to Taroumaru about!” Ayato exclaimed, voice slightly muffled from behind the door as he laughed and walked away. You chuckled in response, seeing Thoma’s eyes widen as he blushed, looking down only to meet your eyes and then frantically look back up at the door. He moved away from you, stepping back into his room with you as you solemnly looked at your coat that was resting on his desk chair.

“I should probably get going,” you started, “since it’s so cold I don’t wanna wait until it’s even colder.” You shivered, thinking about the frigid winter air outside. Knowing that even with the time not being so late into the evening, it would still be dark and cold outside was not a happy thought.

“Actually,” Thoma stopped, “if you wanted, you could… stay the night? Only if you want to, of course! If you don’t want to, I’d like to walk you back to your apartment though, just ‘cause it’s so cold and I’d wanna make sure you get home safe. But it’s literally snowing, so I don’t really want you walking home in this weather.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at you sheepishly to gauge your reaction.

“It’s snowing?” You questioned, wondering when the snow must’ve started.

“Yeah, I only noticed a minute ago, it must’ve started while we were watching the movie, which has a sequel, by the way, if you wanna watch that.”

You moved over to the window, brushing open the curtains to see a flurry of snow, only illuminated by the light coming through other apartment windows and porch lights. You marveled at it, pressing your face closer to the window.

“Yeah, I’d love to stay over, if it’s no trouble. I don’t wanna put you out or anything. On an unrelated note,” you turned to look at Thoma, “do you wanna go play in the snow?”

After putting on your coat again, and Thoma giving you a pair of gloves to make sure your hands stayed warm, the two of you, Taroumaru, and Ayato, who you managed to drag out, made your way outside. Thoma was being half-dragged by the enthusiastic Shiba while you and Ayato walked at a more leisurely pace.

Taroumaru was ecstatic to be in the snow, jumping into the accumulated snowfall the second he got the chance, the three of you laughing at his behavior. Thoma and Ayato looked visibly flushed from the cold- the both of them wearing their own winter coats, scarves, gloves, and hats, though Thoma was wearing fingerless gloves, his usual poor choice for the weather.

“How are you gonna lecture both of us about keeping warm in the winter when not even all your fingers are covered?” Ayato laughed at Thoma, who grabbed a handful of snow and threw it towards Ayato in retaliation.

Ayato laughed even harder when the flurry of snowflakes didn’t go far, dissolving into a powdery mist. You laughed with him, throwing your head back until a face full of snowflakes made you stop in your tracks. You sputtered, wiping the snow off of your face and blinked your eyes open to see Thoma’s smirking face looking back at you, much closer than it was before.

You bent down to scoop up some snow, keeping direct eye contact with Thoma, before turning and throwing the snow right at Ayato instead. This time, he was successfully hit with the powdery mix right in his face, stopping his laughter dead in his tracks.

“Oh, you’re on,” he challenged. The three of you began running after each other in the snow with Taroumaru nipping at your heels and biting the snow out of the air. Laughter surrounded the four of you as you enjoyed the nighttime snow.

Before long, all of you were freezing cold, and made the unanimous decision to head back inside to Thoma and Ayato’s apartment to warm up. Ayato immediately headed back into his bedroom in order to change into drier clothes, you and Thoma heading into his bedroom to do the same.

Thoma browsed through his closet, carefully looking for clothes that he could lend to you, and unintentionally thinking about which clothing items of his he wanted to see you in the most. His heart pounded as he thought about you in his clothes, smelling like his cologne, his body wash, his laundry detergent. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, opting to grab some sweatpants, socks, a shirt, and a hoodie, handing you the pile of clothes along with a neatly folded towel from the linen closet.

He ushered you into the bathroom, telling you that a good shower would help you warm up from the cold and ignored your protests that he should shower first since he was out in the cold, too.

After changing into some pajamas since it was already late in the evening, Thoma decided to make miso soup for the three of you to share in order to get his mind off of you. You, who was about to change into his clothes, about to stay the night in his space, in his bed. Granted, he would probably take the couch – he refused to let you, a guest, sleep on the couch for the night.

Taroumaru was all too happy to join Thoma in the kitchen as he began preparing the ingredients for the soup. After sliding Taroumaru a treat or two, letting himself be immersed in the music he played and the rhythmic chopping of ingredients, he heard footsteps coming in his direction.

Thoma looked up, expecting to see Ayato, but instead his breath was taken away by you approaching him. You looked so good in his clothes, even better than he had imagined (and he had imagined it. a lot.) The way his hoodie draped over your form made his heart skip several beats, and he knew that he just needed to hold you like this, he needed you in his arms in any way he could get.

“Are you making miso soup?” You asked, surveying the ingredients scattered across the counter, unknowing of his inner panic. Thoma nodded, quickly putting all of the necessary ingredients into a pot on the stove and turning the burner on before turning to look at you once again. His eyes raked slowly over your body, drinking in every bit of you: his sweatpants clearly a little too long on your legs, his sweatshirt at your thighs, the sleeves continuing near your fingertips.

Oh Taroumaru, I think I’m going to have a heart attack, he mentally communicated to the dog, who seemed to enjoy you smelling like his owner. You smiled expectantly at Thoma, due to him staring at you in silence, and his eyes met yours.

“Can I hug you?” He choked out, immediately stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you once you nodded your head in affirmation.

Your hands automatically wrapped around his back as he held you tightly against himself, inhaling your scent mixed with his. He closed his eyes as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder, savoring the moment, wishing he could hold you forever.

The two of you stood there so long that you could feel yourself beginning to doze off in his arms, fighting to stay awake. His warmth endlessly seeped into your body, warming you up better than a hot shower ever could. The smell of miso soup wrapped around you, and you caught yourself feeling jealous of Taroumaru, who was sleeping comfortably in his fluffy dog bed next to the stove.

You only pulled away when you could hear the soup aggressively boiling, but as he stood at the stove, you made the impulsive decision to hug him from behind. You sighed contentedly, resting your head on him with your hands around his waist.

His face bloomed with a fierce blush, and he was glad that you were behind him so that you couldn’t witness it. His heart felt as though it was about to beat right out of his chest. Thoma stirred the soup once more after adding the remaining ingredients and turned the heat down to a low simmer. Instead of moving, he chose to remain right where he was, and leaned back into your embrace while resting his hands on top of yours.

The both of you were so caught up in the moment, and you nearly caught up in sleep, that neither of you heard the quiet sound of a phone camera and footsteps approaching. Ayato, freshly showered and donning a green face mask and a fluffy robe, made his presence known with a knowing look and saying, “Aw, how domestic. I guess the miso soup really is made with love.”

You opened your eyes and smiled at him, commenting, “Nice face mask,” while Thoma’s face got even redder, feeling slightly embarrassed but enjoying your affection far too much to even think about pulling away.

Thoma cleared his throat before saying, “Miso soup is done.” Mourning the loss when you pulled away to grab some bowls, a pout on his face, much to Ayato’s amusement.

Taroumaru was roused from his sleep by the sound of dishes clinking together, and while he was sad that he wasn’t getting any soup, his troubles were easily assuaged with a few sweet potato dog treats. The three of you quickly polished off the delicious miso soup before Ayato said he was turning in for the night. You ended up doing the dishes, much to Thoma’s protest, stating that it was the least you could do since you were spending the night.

After cleaning up the kitchen, the two of you and Taroumaru retreated to Thoma’s room. Looking out the window, you could tell that the snow had settled down comparably to earlier.

“So, are you still down to watch the sequel of the movie from earlier?” Thoma asked as the two of you made yourselves comfortable in his bed.

“Honestly,” you yawned, “I’m down, but I’m not totally sure that I can stay awake through it. And I’d like to be awake to watch it.” You pouted at him when he chuckled at your sleepy behavior.

“Let’s watch something else, then. What about Howl’s Moving Castle? Then you won’t feel bad if you fall asleep,” he laughed, seeing your enthusiastic agreement. The two of you laid down side by side after Thoma hit play on the movie. The score and familiarity of the movie made it all too easy for you to rest your head against Thoma’s arm and slowly close your eyes, the comfort lulling you to sleep no matter how hard you tried to stay awake.

Thoma smiled fondly down at you, seeing as how you barely made it through half of the movie before falling asleep completely. He wanted to get the both of you under his covers and hold you throughout the night, but he didn’t want to risk pushing your boundaries. He turned the TV off, slowly moving away from you so that he could sleep on the couch instead, when you awoke. Still in a sleep-riddled daze, you softly questioned, “Thoma? Where are you going?”

“I’m going to go sleep on the couch, you can take my bed,” he softly replied, heart skipping a beat at how you said his name.

You blinked your eyes awake, much more conscious than before as you pushed yourself up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. You take your bed, I’ll take the couch.”

“No way.” Thoma was already moving to grab a blanket. “I’ll take the couch, you take the bed,” he insisted.

“Nope,” you yawned, grabbing his wrist before he could move more. You blinked again, realizing that Thoma would keep insisting, when an idea popped into your head. “Either I take the couch or we both sleep here.”

Thoma stopped in his tracks. He had been wishing you would suggest that, but never imagined you actually would. His jaw dropped, his grip on the blanket loosening as you took the chance to take it out of his hand and make your own way to the couch, but before you could properly get up from his bed, he pushed you back down.

“You sure? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything…” Thoma babbled, while inside he was nervous yet elated at the prospect of sleeping next to you.

“Thoma, I was asleep next to you 5 minutes ago. I’m cool with sharing a bed if you are.”

“Cool? I’m so cool, let me just-” he stumbled, tucking both you and himself under all of the covers on his bed and turning off the lamp that was keeping his room dimly lit, leaving you both in darkness.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Having you next to him made him excitable and sleepy all at once. “Can I-” He started, unsure how to proceed with one of the many questions he’s been dying to ask you. “Can I wrap my arms around you?”

“Of course,” came your simple reply. He gently circled his arms around you, pulling your head towards his chest, and praying you couldn’t hear or feel his heartbeat, how terribly you were affecting him.

“Goodnight, Thoma,” you whispered, already drifting back to sleep, encased in his warmth.

After a few minutes, Thoma replied even quieter, “Goodnight, my love,” placing a barely-there kiss on your head, before smiling and falling asleep himself.

I hope you enjoyed reading! Please make sure to check out my ao3 where I'll be posting more Thoma x reader in the future bc it has become a coping mechanism :)

[uhohwhathaveidone]

Duel of The Fates (S.S)

Hi, it’s me, again. This contains super spoilers to Sebastian’s questline. Like, it is his questline, based off as little information as possible so i didn’t spoil the quest for myself for when my pc decides to let me play.

Not only does this contain spoilers, but this also contains, wait for it, Violence, Death, Blood, Angst, Broken Bones. Spells used in this are real spells, so you know its legit. Also, Star Wars reference, the title says it all. Also, reader has no gender, its never mentioned. I also didn’t specify if the reader and Sebastian were in an established relationship but you can view it that way if you want.

     “Stupefy!” A ball of red left your wand as you cast out the spell. A pale, almost white, blue sphere surrounded Sebastian, your partner, as he cast Protego. You shouted the spell again, much faster this time and one after the other, in hopes of catching him off guard. Once again, the protective bubble encased Sebastian, who smirked as he readied himself for his own attack. “Aqua Eructo!” With that, a jet of water poured from his wand and headed straight towards you, giving you barely enough time to cast a cloak of protection around yourself. “Almost” You whispered, seeing a droplet drop from your nose. You didn’t have time to figure out if the droplet was from the spell, or if you had worked up a sweat in your fight. You waved your wand, shouting “Bombarda!” and sending a series of small explosions at Sebastian. Through the smoke you could see him on one knee, rubbing his eyes and grabbing for his wand. A quick flick of your wand, you cast Expelliarmus just as his fingers made contact, sending his wand off the dueling mat.

     He looked up at you in annoyance, but a playful smirk on his lips. “I almost beat you that time,” He joked, getting to his feet, and searching for his wand. You shook your head in disagreement, summoning his wand into your own hand and waving it around playfully. “You say that every time I best you in a duel, I think it’s time to give up.” Sebastian scoffed as he walked up to you, eyeing you as he reached for his wand. “Ah, no.” You said, retracting your hand from him. “You didn’t think I’d let you have your wand back without you admitting defeat, did you?” Sebastian sighed as he held his hands up in surrender. “Ok, you got me. I surrender, you win.” You smirked and tossed his wand back to him, taking the time now to fix your robes.

     On days when you didn’t have any exams or study nights, Sebastian would ask if you wanted to do some dueling. “To make sure we’re paying attention in class.” Was Sebastian’s reasoning. You agreed, and had met him in the club room at a specific time each time he asked, and each time you dueled, he lost. At first, Sebastian had claimed it was just so you would keep agreeing to duel with him, thinking that you would get cocky. But this was a weekly occurrence, a duel, a win, a lose. You didn’t know what went through his mind each time you bested him because he would always look up at you from the ground, a kind smile on his face. He had been asking to duel frequently, but it started to become an every-other-day thing.

     “Why are we dueling so much?” You asked, leaving your thoughts, and looking over to Sebastian. Again, he smiled at you, shrugging his shoulders. “Don’t know. Maybe I just want to hang out with you?” He said as he tried to fix his hair. There was ash peppering his chocolate locks, curtesy of your use of Bombarda, a spell you read about that caused a set of little explosions depending on your intent. It was the first time you had used it since learning it. “There are much safer ways to hang out, and ways that you won’t get humiliated if you joined.” You joked. Sebastian shook his head. “Yeah, well, this is also a learning experience, right? Since when did you know that spell.” He pointed out the ash that he was swatting away. You smiled as you played with your wand. “Read it in a book about two days ago.” Sebastian shook his head in disbelief. “Two days ago? What book was it?” You shook your head, using your wand to pretend to seal your lips. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” “Oh, I’ll find out all right.”

     The duels continued on through the weeks. You were getting stronger and were learning more spells to use. Although defensive spells were always something you were taught in class, you and Sebastian felt that it would be better to know more offensive types. Sebastian wanted to get a battle done quickly and felt that if you wanted something done, you do it yourself and you do it right. It was part of his mentality. While you agreed with him, you knew there was deeper meaning, one that Sebastian had been quietly dealing with by himself. He had told you about his sister and how she needed help, and how he felt that he was the only one willing to do something about it. You figured that this was the reasoning behind all the duels, noting how they were mainly supposed to benefit Sebastian, and yet you had always come out on top.

     You sat in your bed one night pondering this, thinking about important details you had noticed throughout your duels. If Sebastian was dueling to make himself stronger to help his sister, who was he planning on fighting? You thought about how he chose you as his partner, and how he always seemed so confident each time you stood before each other, wands ready. Were you really a good partner to duel with? You noticed that you hadn’t been giving him enough moments to throw an offensive attack and how you had left him in defense, constantly using the same spells to ward off your attack. That was the other thing, the spells. His spells were getting stronger, of course, but they seemed different from your own. When you would cast Stupefy, a red light would leave your wand, but when you watched as Sebastian cast the same spell, it wasn’t as red as your own. It looked as if it had a hint of green to it. You brushed it off, however, and laid down to sleep.

      “We should duel tonight.” Sebastian said, running up to you and pressing his shoulder into your own. You sighed, slightly annoyed. “Sebastian. You said that yesterday.” He nodded. “And, the day before that. And the day before that. It’s Thursday, you understand where I’m going, surely?” You looked over at Sebastian, who bit his lip as he thought back to just how many times that week he had asked you to duel with him. “Well, uh? Practice makes perfect?” You sighed, fixing the strap to your bag. “I don’t think so. I’m surprised I lasted this long after that one adventure we had.” You stated, shuddering as you remembered the night. You had volunteered yourself, taking one for the team, and allowing Sebastian to use Crucio on you. It was agonizing to go through, it was a torture curse, after all. But you didn’t have the heart to put Sebastian through the pain, so you told him to cast it on you. It left you sore for days.

     “Oh, I didn’t know you would still be in pain from it. I’m really sorry.” Sebastian said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You shook your head and sighed, “It’s fine. Just, maybe no dueling for a bit?” Sebastian dropped his head, he knew that he should give you a break, but he needed the practice, and who else would beat him and help him grow stronger. “Fine, maybe next week?” He asked, linking his arm with your own as you headed to your next class. “Sure.”

      “Everte Statum!” A pale green flash flew towards you, pushing you back. You struggled against the force and found yourself at the edge of the designated ring. With a huff, you trotted back to your spot, shouting, “Flipendo!” You used your own wand to push Sebastian back, allowing yourself a moment to regain control. Sebastian didn’t go far and when he had stopped moving, he shouted another spell at you. “Flipendo Duo!” You scoffed as you cast a barrier, noting how Sebastian had decided to use the same spell, just to a different degree. “That’s the same thing!” You shouted as you dispelled your shield. Sebastian only shrugged in response, readying his wand for yet another attack. “Glacius!” He shouted, sending a wave of blue ice in your direction. You thought quickly, casting Firestorm around yourself, melting the ice before it reached you. You heard Sebastian curse to himself as he watched you cast a second spell immediately after. “Incarcerous!” Threads of rope left your wand and hurried towards Sebastian, who quickly cast Incendio.

     The duel went on for longer than usual, and Sebastian never let up on his attacks. You could feel the anger through the spells as they got stronger and blurred into a dull green. You were left casting shielding charms to protect yourself against his onslaught, telling yourself that it was just a friendly duel. “It is a friendly duel, right?” You asked yourself, protecting yourself from the scorching spell Sebastian had just sent your way. You didn’t even have time to catch your breath. “Silencio!” You shouted, hoping to end the duel. Sebastian hesitated and dodged within a second before it whizzed by his face. “Dammit.” You cursed, casting up another protective spell. “Sternius!” Sebastian cast a sneezing spell your way, and for a moment you thought of surrender, thinking that being taken out by a sneezing jinx would be a good way to end it. But you protected yourself again at the last moment, thinking about how stupid a surrender from that would look.

     More spells raced against each other, bouncing off shields and walls. It felt almost like a fireworks show, the clashes of colour hitting things and creating sparks. Sebastian seemed to be memorized by the show the two of you were making, seemingly sending more spells your way just to see the clash and spark. You had become worried, more green presenting itself each time he launched a spell. Surely that can’t be normal. Your body begged you to stop, fatigue slowing you down. You had no idea how Sebastian had the energy to keep going; it was scary, scarier than the Goblin that confronted you in the bank. “Ventus!” You shouted wearily. You slouched a bit as you sent the spell off, only for it to be deflected by Sebastian, who seemed to stare you down. He looked at you like a snake looked at a field mouse; prey. With a wave of his wand, Sebastian sent Alarte Ascendare, sending you flying into the air and towards the wall, knocking your wand from your hand in the process.

     As your back contacted the wall, the world around you went dark. You felt your body smack the wall and drop to the floor, but you were unable to move. It felt as if all the oxygen had been dispelled from your lungs, and in your paralyzed and blind state, you tried to gasp for air. Sebastian watched for a moment, knowing that he had finally won. His chest swelled with pride as his thoughts sung out victory, adrenaline making him feel like he could do anything. He felt that he was able to help his sister, finally. It was only after the adrenaline quickly faded that he realized that you had not tried to get a final spell in, or even get up for that matter. He watched for a moment to see if you were even breathing, the adrenaline replaced with anxiety. “Wait- come on I know I didn’t hit you that hard.” He spoke as he slowly walked to you. You hadn’t responded. “Come on, if this is an attempt to catch me off guard and hex me, it won’t work.” He continued to speak, seemingly to himself. You could hear him, of course. You tried to move your body, a finger even. Nothing happened. Sebastian looked around, finding your wand cast to the side, too far away for you to reach and grab if you did want to hex him while he was off guard. “Hey! This isn’t funny anymore! Just say you surrender and get up!” He made it to your side, giving you a light shove. Still, you didn’t say anything. Sebastian looked closer at your face, looking to see if a twitch would tell him, you were faking it. But all he saw was a blank face, and red fluid coming from your nose and from under your head. “No- it was a simple spell! How did this happen?” He asked franticly, moving you onto your back to get a better look. You had a gash on your temple that led into your hair, most likely from hitting the ground. You felt your chest burn in pain, the burn of a broken rib or two stabbed into your lungs, which could be one of the reasons you were unable to breathe. Sebastian checked you over to see what damage he must have caused, finding the back of your head soaked in blood and your breathing ragged and sharp. He tried to listen for your heart as well, the faint rhythm was broken and irregular. He reached for his wand and racked his brain for a spell to fix the mess he made. “it’s fine, I’ll help you, I’ll save you.” Was all he could mumble as he moved hair from your face and tapped impatiently to clear his head, hoping that a healing charm would appear in the fog.

     You lay there, rigid, unable to say anything to him. His mumbling had become incoherent as he spoke apologies and ways that he would make it up to you. You couldn’t tell him that it was ok, or what you thought was wrong. You couldn’t tell him that you weren’t asleep or knocked out. You tried to move your finger, desperate to get a signal out. You didn’t even know if you were moving your finger, all sensation was gone. It got harder to breathe as your mind raced. Were you paralyzed? What if Sebastian could find a spell to help you, and had to find a way to get you to the nurse? He would be punished for it, surely. Maybe even expelled if they found out he knew and used an unforgivable curse.

     “I got it!” Sebastian shouted, raising his wand. “Brackium Emendo!” He shouted hurriedly as he points the wand at your chest. You felt the burn in your chest subside, as if the broken ribs were healing themselves. You tried to move once more, it felt like your finger may have twitched, but you were still unable to move. “Episkey!” He shouted again, watching as your nose and head began to clear up, your temple magically fixing itself. Even with two healing spells, you couldn’t move. Anxiety built up inside you, and although you were able to breathe normally, you felt as if you had lost the ability to. Sebastian saw your chest begin to rise and fall at an unnaturally quickened pace, and realized that you were, in fact, conscious, but panicked. “It’s ok, you’ll be fine. I might know a spell to fix this fully.” He whispered to you, gently placing his hand on your shoulder. “What was it called? It started with a r... rep… reph? Wait! Reparifors!” Sebastian had read in a book somewhere about the spell curing ailments like paralysis, and by the way you had been freaking out yet not moving, he thought that perhaps this spell would fix everything.

     You felt the darkness disperse as light shown through your eyelids, and you slowly opened them. You winced at the bright light from the torches, your head immediately splitting in pain. Groaning, you brought a hand up, wiggling your fingers. A sigh of relief left you when you felt that you were able to move your body, slowly lifting yourself into a sat-up position. “Oh my, it worked!” Sebastian said, a deep sigh leaving him as he released the breath that he was holding. You hummed in response, rubbing your eyes. Sebastian quickly enveloped you in a hug, and you could feel his body tremble. “I don’t know what happened. I thought the spell was supposed to lift you slightly, like Wingardium did. I’m so sorry.” He mumbled into your shoulder. His grip around you tightened as he shook more, and you felt that he was crying. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him as well, hugging him. You didn’t speak; you didn’t know if you could. “I thought I killed you.” He whispered, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You thought you were dying too, thinking that you were in the final stages of death; hearing. You sighed and tried to rub his back, “But you didn’t. You just got caught up in the duel.” You whispered, but your mind said otherwise. His face as he shot spell after spell was one of contempt and readiness. He was enjoying the duel too much, and he didn’t even realize that he had used a strong spell, or that he was even using spells that would majorly injure you if you didn’t shield yourself. You kept the thought to yourself, however, and kept him in your embrace.

       A flash of green light whizzed passed you, its name faint in the air. “Avada Kedevra!” You watched in horror as the body of Solomon Sallow dropped to the ground, lifeless. You were unable to move, like you had been glued to the ground. Sebastian stood, wand still raised, breathing heavily. He didn’t even look like he regretted it. You opened your mouth, unable to comprehend what you had witnessed. “He was in the way.” Sebastian breathed. “He was going to stop us, stop me, from helping Anne.” You shook your head, “But to kill him?” You were able to whisper. Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “He was going to turn us in! He knew that I was doing all this for Anne, and he was going to make sure I would never find a way!” His eyes were dark, consumed by the usage of the Dark Arts. You took a step back, readying yourself in case Sebastian saw you as a threat as well. “But” you breathed, “Your own uncle. He took care of you, both of you! He only wanted what was be-““He wanted us to be put away! He thought we were dangerous! He wanted us to fail!” Sebastian cut you off, waving his arm around and pacing. “I did this for Anne, and for us.” “Helping doesn’t mean killing!” Sebastian looked at you, scowling. You held your wand tightly and prepared yourself, a sliver of hope still in your mind that he wouldn’t attack you. “It did here.” And with that, Sebastian left you, alone with the body of Solomon. You watched him leave, knowing that just because he turned his back, he was still defensive and would see any movement you made as a threat to himself.

     When he left the room, you walked over to the fallen Sallow. His face was pale, and his eyes stared into your own. They were lifeless. His chest never moved, he never breathed. You knew he was dead. The Killing Curse never failed. You choked a sob as you dropped to the ground, unsure what to do next. You sobbed quietly as your thoughts swarmed, going through every detail that you saw, your mind forming the image of Solomon’s face, etching it permanently into your brain. Something had to be done, Sebastian was unstable, and you didn’t know what he would do next. But you didn’t want to turn him in, that would be the biggest betrayal of all to him. And if they took him away, you would be left without your partner, Anne would be without a brother, and Ominis, a friend. But if you let him go? What would happen then? Would he go on, killing those that he saw as “in the way”?

     There was no way you could make this choice, you couldn’t decide Sebastian’s fate, could you? You were the only witness to Solomon Sallow’s death. No one would know it was Sebastian. But would Sebastian be fine in the school, tainted by the Dark Arts? It was up to you, you had no choice.

[cosmons]

Moth To A Flame — 12. One step closer (half written)

Haerin blankly stared at Minji, who had her card out in front of her, “are you not planning on getting anything Haerin?” She lightly giggles to cope with the awkward atmosphere that surrounded the two of them.

The two stand in front of the cash register, with the person behind the counter, who awaits impatiently for their order.

Minji taps the younger’s shoulder, snapping her out of her trance, “huh…?”

“Do you want anything, I said.”

“Oh … I’ll do well with just an iced americano I guess.” Haerin smiled shyly, her confident facade seemingly disappearing.

Minji nods and orders for her while Haerin is still caught in a daze. The two had met up a few minutes ago, exchanging in nothing but small talk before Minji led the younger girl toward the menu’s displayed behind the counters.

Haerin was a little caught off guard with Minji’s generosity, the way the older girl kept talking and kept open ears whenever Haerin would comment warmed her heart just a little.

The two walk toward an empty table near the corner of the cafe with backpacks hung on their shoulders and drinks in their hands. “Unnie do you like chemistry?” Haerin asks, she takes a seat in front of Minji whilst digging through her bag for her books.

“It’s manageable? I mean sometimes it can be complicated.” Minji doesn’t look up from her own book, she’s already busy highlighting god knows what on it. “Do you like it?”

“Oh no” Haerin laughs, “it’s so hard that’s why I asked you out in the first place.”

She begins working on the worksheet in front of her, her notebook filled with notes sitting on her side in case she needs guidance. Haerin couldn’t believe it was this easy to get Minji to hang out with her, it all oddly worked out so far, she’s grateful.

Haerin can’t cross out her first point on her checklist, one singular hang out with Minji wouldn’t bring them together easily, unless if Minji is okay with the thought of opening up quickly, but Haerin doubts it.

From what Haerin had observed the older girl is nothing but a kind soul, it’s weird almost, not a single bad bone shown upon her body, there was no way someone could be this perfect Haerin believed. She wants Minji to do something that’d catch her red handed, something that’d give Haerin an upper hand in this one sided rival.

The way Minji holds herself up and upon high standards makes Haerin feel like she’s in a competition, and she sure is competitive.

An hour passes in silence, it’s not awkward for the two, it’s comfortable. Nothing too overbearing but Haerin gets tired, she puts her pencil down and heaves out a sigh, her eyes look on to the girl in front of her again.

“Unnie let’s take a break im tired”

Minji looks up from the book she buried herself into and nods, “what would you like to do?”

“Let’s get to know each other more” Haerin grins, “I feel like we don’t know much about one another, no?”

She sips her drink before responding, “what would you like to know?”

Haerin shrugs, “anything more really, even if it’s a small detail about yourself.”

Minji thinks for awhile, all the facts about herself disappear from her mind whenever someone straight up asks about herself, she tries to desperately grip onto something she could tell the younger in front of her.

“Well I really enjoy going out on late night walks, something about it is just really peaceful” it’s random, but Haerin never specified anything.

She continues, “And I love my friends their really nice sometimes” Minji laughs, “I love my girlfriend, dogs, coffee, listening to music” she shrugs, “I love everything really.”

Haerin listens with open ears, getting to know Minji was oddly nice, she often laughed with the older girl and commented on things they had in common (aside from being with the same girl).

“Tell me about your girlfriend, you seem to love her a lot”

That’s when a bright light castes upon Minji’s features, her lips stretch so far across her face, “of course I do! y/n is practically my entire world.”

Haerin frowns internally.

“She’s has such a lovely personality, Haerin maybe I should bring her to our next study session, she’s a little bit of a science geek”

‘I never knew that’

Her ego hurt a little, she could’ve sworn she knew every little thing about her ex. Y/n would always ramble on and on about anything and Haerin would store them in the back of her head for remembrance. Surely it hasn’t been so long that she began to forget.

‘Maybe she just forgot to tell me about that?’

“Does she like chemistry..?” Haerin asks already knowing the answer was a n-

“She does! crazy enough she helps our friends with chemistry homework!”

“O-oh..” Haerin was stuck. What an odd sensation, she never knew a new chord was added to y/n’s symphony.

‘There’s a lot to learn about not one person, but another’

“Unnie how about you invite her next time? I’d love to meet her.”

Weird, it’s all Haerin can feel. She felt foreign upon saying those words as if she never met y/n in the first place, it feels weird to look at Minji and picture y/n with her. She can already imagine the two of them in front of her all while she sits with a bitter heart.

But at least she’s a step closer toward her goal.

‘See you soon y/n’

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DEPRIVE ME [4] - Miguel O'Hara x Reader

[Synopsis] - After an incident that jeopardizes your position at HQ, Miguel O'Hara becomes a constant reminder of the high expectations and zero tolerance for mistakes within his ranks. Everything takes an unexpected turn when Miguel sees the potential in your abilities and decides to enlist your help for a more personal endeavor. [Notes] -Slow burn, strained relationship in the beginning, slight angst, eventual fluff. Reader is ethnically Hispanic, with race not specified. Part One | Part Two | Part Three | 3.49K words

The cafeteria was lively as you sat across from Peter, every other Spider-variant within the premises also aiming to appease their hunger. Eagerly, you bite into your empanada, relishing the combination of its crispy crust and velvety melted cheese.

Peter chuckled, nudging you from underneath. "Easy there, kid." 

You playfully roll your eyes. "As if you didn't devour your burger just moments ago. Isn't that right, Mayday?" Your voice turns affectionate as you address the adorable little redhead crawling behind you.

Mayday giggles, the feeling of her tiny hands and feet creating small ticklish sensations around your neck. You can't help the snort that escapes you, hand scooping her up from behind and bringing her to the front with a mock stern expression. "Alright, that's enough crawling for today." You let out a chuckle. 

"Like that will stop her," Peter snickers as he places her in the carrier, fully aware that it won't contain her adventurous self. Which becomes true, as she manages to climb over him instead. 

Peter remains unfazed by her antics, shifting the conversation to a different subject. "So..." He begins.

"So?" You raise an eyebrow curiously, prompting him to continue.

"Alright, there's no easier way to say this," He says between bites of his fries, "but it's weird."

"What is?"

"You and Miguel."

"Me and Miguel?" You repeat slowly, trying to grasp his point.

"Yeah, you and Miguel," He confirms, fully devouring his fries. 

You rest your weight against the table, your hand propping up your face. Peter's remark about you and Miguel piques your interest, and the look you give him leaves no room for ambiguity; it's clear that you want an explanation.

Peter clears his throat, his hand rubbing nervously at his neck as he searches for the right words. "Listen, it’s just…you don’t have to force yourself to work with him, kid." 

His concern catches you off guard. Peter had always looked out for you; He was a great mentor despite his occasional childishness, but this was the first time he explicitly expressed worry about Miguel. Normally, he'd dismiss Miguel's personality as mere brooding, choosing not to dwell on it.

Your eyes soften. "I'm fine, Peter," You reassure him. "Trust me."

"It's not you I don't trust," He points out. "Look, I like Miguel, he's my friend-"

You choke on a laugh, finding amusement in his assertion.

"He's my friend," Peter emphasizes, teasingly raising an eyebrow. "And I know he hasn't done anything personal to me," He shrugs. "But when it comes to you… there's too much risk."

You contemplate his words, responding with a soft hum. You can't deny that there's truth in what he says. Miguel’s temper was unpredictable, and his actions were often headstrong. But things had taken a different turn in the past three weeks.

For one, you now reported directly to him. No more relying on Jess, Peter, or even resorting to bribing Hobie - That fucker - into delivering your reports. The excessive missions, which left you sleep-deprived and struggling to balance your academics and hero responsibilities, were no more. Even the constant paranoia about your time at HQ vanished, along with the fights and threats that used to overshadow your days. It was simply... No. More.

And yet, you couldn't shake off this persistent feeling whenever you were around Miguel; This feeling was different. It was a mixture of curiosity and unsettled nerves. Finally, you were getting to know Miguel beyond the role of your antagonizing leader -- Not that his personality was any better.

During the short time you worked together, you came to observe his behavior closely. Miguel became easily irritable, seemingly insistent on having everything run smoothly; Promptness and discipline were non-negotiable. He sought competent recruits and had little tolerance for the younger Spider variants, particularly Hobie and occasionally Gwen. Pavitr seemed to be the most favored among the three.

As a leader, he exuded authority and demanded respect from those under his command. However, it was hard to ignore that he could be overbearingly uptight in his approach — a characteristic that was hardly surprising to anyone familiar with his leadership style.

Yet, he also displayed moments of serenity — a side that still felt foreign to you. These glimpses intrigued you, especially since they seemed to occur more frequently due to your arrangement. But you knew better than to let your guard down. After all, Miguel was a paradox that you were still trying to understand.

Mayday's gurgling brought you back to focus, you taking notice of the look Peter was giving you. You sigh as you sit up, "I'm fine, Peter." Seeking to steer the conversation elsewhere, you inquire, "Anyways, where's Gwen?"

Peter relents at your response, though you sense he wants to say more on the matter. "She's back in her universe, doing her usual patrolling," He answers. "You know, typical friendly neighborhood Spiderman duties."

"Right," You nod, feeling a pang of realization that it's been a while since you patrolled your New York. "Gotta work on that," You mutter, pursing your lips.

Your dimensional watch then lights up. With a brief groan, you throw away any remaining food, quickly ruffling Mayday's curls and flashing Peter a sheepish smile. "Duty calls," You roll your eyes. 

"Take care, kid."

"Not a kid!" You call out as you web away. 

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You grumble as you glance at the clock on the wall for the third time. "Where is he?"

You have been waiting for the past fifteen minutes, and Miguel was still nowhere to be found. Bouncing your leg impatiently, you call out to the only thing that keeps track of him. "Lyla!" You shout. "Where is he?" You narrow your eyes as the AI pop.

"He should be here soon." 

"You said that last time."

"Okay, okay." Lyla concedes, summoning a small hologram screen. "He should be here in... three, two, one."

On cue, a portal opens up, your eyes following the tall figure that propels himself forward, his formidable claws acting as both anchor and propulsion against the resistance of the floor. You wince as the grating sound of his claws scrapes against the surface that echoes through the room. 

You raise an eyebrow, hip jutting to the side by his lack of acknowledgment. "Someone certainly enjoys making an entrance," You murmur under your breath.

"What was that?" He snaps. 

"I said how great of you to be here," You respond, forcing a smile.

"I'd lose that tone if I were you."

"Or what?" You taunt, sauntering over. "You'll kick me out again?" You suggest with a small smug smile on your face. "I thought we were past that, boss."

"Miguel," He corrects you with a firm tone.

"Right, of course," You reply, feigning an apologetic tone.

You catch him out of the corner of your eye, taking a deep breath as he tilts his head to the side, seemingly attempting to regain his patience; you snicker. Testing Miguel's patience has somehow become a source of amusement for you. Part of you knew it was a bit of retribution for the problematic months he caused you in the past -- Small payback for the frustrations endured. On the other hand, doubt also played a role; You couldn't help but wonder when or what would disrupt this unusual balance between the two.

"Do you understand?" His voice prompts your attention back to the present.

"Hm?" You look at him confused, inwardly cringing as you realize you've zoned out once again.

Miguel sighs, running a hand down his face while murmuring a mantra under his breath, "Paciencia, paciencia..."

With a swift motion, he opens a portal, indicating for you to follow. "Just follow my lead," he instructs.

You follow Miguel through the portal and find yourself in a bustling cityscape. It's a different version of New York, one unfamiliar to you. The building you stand on is sleek and futuristic, with holographic advertisements flickering around every corner. The coloring in this universe is oversaturated with warm yellow undertones, reflecting a tropical and dry climate that matches the city's appearance. As you take in the sights, you can't help but fan yourself to combat the heat.

"So, what's the plan?" You ask, attempting to focus on the mission. "And why are we here?"

Miguel glances at you, noticing your efforts to cope with the weather. "We're here to meet a friend of mine," he explains, brows furrowing at the word 'friend'. "They've gathered some intel for something I need."

"Which is?"

"Not worth mentioning," He replies curtly.

"So what? You brought me along to keep an eye on me?" You retort, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

"Would you have preferred working on catching the Lizard with Jess?" Miguel counters a touch of sarcasm in his tone.

"Shutting up now." You mutter, not willing to argue any further.

"Glad to agree on something." He remarks with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, the two of you diving off the building and swinging through the city. Several blocks away, you finally land in an alleyway, your eyes scanning the surroundings before fixing on a figure leaning against the wall. It doesn't take long for you to recognize that distinctive black ensemble. You purse your lips, casting a sidelong glance at Miguel.

"Seriously?" You remark. "You consider her a friend and not Peter."

Miguel lets out an exasperated sigh, removing his mask as he strides toward her, with you following closely behind.

"Felicia." He addresses with a nod.

The woman smirks, her fingers playfully curling around her hair as she chuckles. "Que paso mi rey? No kiss this time?"

At her remark, you raise your eyebrows in surprise, realizing she speaks Spanish -- Of course, she does -- but the mention of a kiss catches you off guard. Once again, you cast a sidelong glance at Miguel.

"Felicia," He warns, brushing off your inquisitive stare. "Did you bring the drive or not?"

Felicia nonchalantly pushes herself off the wall, her hips swaying as she walks over to you, seemingly disregarding Miguel's presence. "And which variant are you?" She asks, her finger tracing down the exposed area beneath your mask, an alluring glint in her eyes.

A wry smile plays on your lips. "The one with boundary issues," You quip, hands firmly grabbing hers by the wrist to snatch away from your face. Irritation surges within you, already vowing to give Miguel a piece of your mind after this.

Felicia hums, her demeanor exuding confidence. "Feisty," She purrs, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "I can see the appeal." She gives you one final glance before shifting her attention back to Miguel. "And I did," she says, holding up a silver drive between her fingers, her other hand resting on her hip as she grins.

"Now for your end of the bargain," She adds, her movements fluid and seductive as she approaches Miguel, lingering hands pulling him closer by the neck before abruptly kissing him.

"I'm gonna be sick," You groan, unable to bear the display before you. You turn away, shielding yourself from the awkwardness unfolding. Despite your best efforts, a small gag escapes you as you hear Felicia moan during the kiss. The whole situation leaves you feeling thoroughly impatient to get this ordeal over with.

The distinct sound of Miguel clearing his throat snaps your attention toward them. Every aspect of this situation bugs you; Nothing was more disturbing than witnessing your boss engage in flirtatious banter with a notorious burglar. 

"Was that necessary?" You click your tongue.

"Of course, mi reina," Felicia smirks, a mischievous glint in her eyes as her other hand raises a small transparent vial for you to see. 

You study the object in her hands, realizing the implication of what she did. "You extracted his venom?" You look back at Miguel. "And you let it happen?" 

Miguel doesn't offer a direct answer; instead, he's already in motion, utilizing his web shooters to swing back to the initial building you both had arrived at. You're left alone with Felicia, her curious eyes trying to decipher your thoughts.  

She folds her arms across her chest, her confident stride carrying her as she circles you. "You don't even realize, do you?"

"Realize what?"

She chuckles, her head tilting back in what is both alluring and unsettling. "Please, if I can smell it, you don't think he has?" Her question is sharp and perceptive.

You feel your muscles tense, your mouth opening to say something but unable to form the words. Instead, your hands clench at your sides, the weight of her words sinking in.

"Ay reina," She mocks. "It never occurred to you that the only other spider variant with a keen sense of smell would eventually pick up on your condition?"

She leans closer, her lips near your ear. "Friendly advice," She chuckles, "at the rate you're going, don't fight it."

With a final, knowing wink, Felicia turns on her heel, leaving you to process everything until now. Her words linger in the air, and you're left to grapple with the implications of her revelations.

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Back at HQ, you find Miguel in the control room, fully engrossed in his work. Upon hearing your entry, he swiftly glances back, his expression unreadable, making it difficult to decipher what's on his mind.

"What?" You ask, genuinely curious about his thoughts.

"I was wondering when you'd arrive," He admits, though his face remains composed, revealing little.

You can't resist the chance to tease him, a small smirk forming on your lips. "I'm growing on you, aren't I?" You quip, propping yourself casually on an empty panel beside him. "Glad you finally caught on."

Miguel scoffs, but you catch a hint of a smile trying to break through his composure. "Let's not get carried away," he says, though there's subtle amusement in his voice.

A beat passes, then two, and an awkward silence ensues, leaving you both contemplating the unspoken words that linger. 

You sigh, mostly frustrated with yourself — Why was this hard? — Why was it that anytime there was some evident shift within your dynamic, everything shut down?

There’s some hesitation on his end as he turns to face you. "I was skeptical," he admits. "About this partnership."

You hum.

"I get it," You reply, attempting to maintain the conversation. "I kind of branded myself with that mission."

Determined to steer away from any trip down the lane of guilt or regret, you quickly perk up, summoning a sudden burst of energy that takes Miguel by surprise.

"I have to ask," You begin, your curiosity getting the best of you. "But Felicia?" You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by the connection between the two.

At this, he breaks into a full-on chuckle, his deep and resonant laugh filling the room. His infectious laughter catches you off guard, and you can't help but join in, the tension between you momentarily dissolving in the shared moment of amusement.

"Felicia, she’s…" He trails offs, unsure of how to respond. 

"Tempting? Charming? A mutual you can fu-" You start to say, but his hand quickly covers your mouth, silencing you with a warning glare. You roll your eyes, partly amused by his reaction.

"Are you done now?" He asks, tone a bit bored.

You give a single nod, your eyes locking with his. He removes his hand from your mouth, adjusting his body slightly as you're still perched on the panel. Despite the casualness of the situation, you can't help but notice the newfound proximity between the two of you. You study his expression, finding it far more relaxed than before.

"She told me you knew," You say, gaze never wavering.

Don’t do that, you think as you watch his forehead crease with evident concern. Your thoughts race as he tilts your face in his direction, a gesture that feels uncomfortably intimate — Don’t do that either — silently admonishing yourself for noticing it.

His eyes narrow, softly inhaling as he scans your face before ultimately pulling back. 

"Lyla, scan her," he commands, and you instinctively object. "What? Lyla, don't—"

"Scan complete," Lyla chimes in, casting you an apologetic virtual glance.

Miguel crosses his arms, and you feel a mix of indignation and frustration at the abrupt intrusion. "Diagnostic report," he demands, and you can't help but furrow your brows in irritation.

"And directly asking me wouldn't have sufficed?"

"You'd lie," He replies bluntly, reviewing Lyla's assessment. With a swift gesture, he amplifies the screen, sliding it over for you to see.

You don't bother looking at the report, already well aware of the issues plaguing you; The migraines, the weakening of your physical state, the occasional nose bleeds. Nothing about you was right after the glitch with the dimensional watch, and your condition only worsened with your increased use of abilities -- For him. 

"It stops now," He declares firmly. "I don't need your help."

You jump off the panel. "Now look who's lying," you accuse. "Please tell me you don't simply believe that I'm under the impression of just helping ease your grief," You look expectantly.

But he remains silent, and the lack of response only fuels your frustration, pushing you to let out a chortle of sarcastic laughter.

This time, it's you who catches him off guard. Without a second thought, you stride purposefully toward his computer panels, pulling back a drawer and forcefully slamming the object in your hand against his chest.

"This is why I'm here," Your gaze is stern. "To help deprive you of this addiction you have with this thing," You withdraw yourself from him, leaving the Rapture device in his hands.

You let out a deep exhale, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. "I'm just trying to help."

"We can't help anyone," He snaps. "You're at the brink of death, and I'm on the verge of losing any semblance of humanity within me."

"But we can try! We can always try," You reason with a sense of exasperation. "Isn't that purpose of this whole thing?" You assert, referencing the society he created.

Miguel's calculating gaze remains fixed on you, his chest heaving slightly as if he's internally struggling to contain his anger. He lifts his finger as if to say something but abruptly closes his eyes and turns away.

"Dejame."

His dismal aggravates you, making you refuse to let the conversation end. "No, you don't just get to stand there and tell me to leave when we're both at fault here."

He continues to walk past you, his shoulder bumping against yours as he approaches the exit, seemingly intent on walking away from the confrontation.

"Miguel!" You follow him. "I'm talking to you," You persist, undeterred in your pursuit. "Dammit, listen to me-"

Before you can fully grasp what's happening, you feel his firm grip on your shoulders, back forcefully slamming against the entrance frame. He effectively traps you in, and you find yourselves glaring at each other with such intensity. The moment hangs heavily between you, and it's clear that neither of you is willing to back down.

"Tu..." He growls out. "Tu me matas de rabia."

"Feelings mutual," You grit, eyes unyielding. 

"Fine." 

You expect him to pull away, to break the tension between you, but he doesn't. You both remain locked, neither willing to back down from your controlled fits of anger. And as you feel the air around you crackle with unresolved emotions, the silence between you grows heavy with anticipation.

But you're the one who leans forward, closing the distance between your lips and his. And before long, you feel his hands moving to grab you by your hips, the hunger in the kiss evident, with the sound of his soft growls escaping him as you nip at his lips for entrance.

It was all so contradicting, the way you both clung to each other, with a mixture of lingering animosity and newfound desire fueling the moment. Miguel couldn't comprehend why he reciprocated, why he hadn't let you go. But he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt from listening to your soft gasps.

But the sudden interruption of Lyla's voice breaks the spell, jolting you both back to reality. Instinctively, you push Miguel away, your mind racing to process what just happened as you catch your breath. His eyes widen slightly in surprise, his mouth closing in a resigned expression.

You want to explain, to find the right words to address what had impulsively occurred between the two, but Lyla interrupts again, drawing Miguel's attention. 

"Miguel," She calls out urgently, "requesting backup now."

Miguel acknowledges his AI, sending her away with a nod before looking at you. With a heavy sigh, he retreats, putting a silent end to whatever had transpired between you both.

The words Felicia had spoken earlier now echo in your mind. She had been right about one thing — you didn't fight it, and now you were screwed.

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[Translations]

Patience, patience

What's the matter love (Literal translation is king, but its a form of saying, love)

Leave

You fill me with rage

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Okay okay so- you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to- But I don’t know if you heard of the prompt "a king only kneels for his queen" ? I thought of the monkeys being a mega simp for their crush who is a god/goddess that isn’t quite well-known. The crush don’t believe that they could possibly fall in love with them and just goes "Prove it, then." Then the monkeys just kneels, looking at them with pure adoration AAAA

Oooooooh I absolutely love this!!

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Romantic

A king only knees for his queen

Nezha rebon sun wukong

He’s upset that more people don’t know about you! You’re such a sweet and honest person and you make an amazing god. He loves to watch you take care of what little worshipers you have and he can’t help but be internally enraptured by you. And who wouldn’t be!? Come on! You’re beautiful! So when he gushes over you for the thousandth times and for the thousandth time you roll your eyes and shakes your head with a smile he can’t help but be a little agitated. I mean come on! Whats a guy gotta do to be believed?! So when you say prove it? OH! He’s on his knee for you in seconds.

“Now do you finally believe me my queen?”

Monkey king RB

This little jerk is agitated at you not believing him when he says that he’s completely enraptured by you. He’s even more agitated when he finds out how little people know about you! How could people not know about the amazing god that is you! How dare they not worship you! So he tries to make up for people not worshiping you by having him worship you! I am dead serious. You are a true god in his eyes and he sees you as nothing less. So when the words leave your mouth and doesn’t hesitate for a moment as walks straight up to you and immedatly kneels down in front of you. He keeps his head low down and doesn’t look up at you at all out of respect

“ i kneel for you my queen…”

DOTA2 sun wukong

He never wanted a queen, it's something that he regularly boasted about that “ this kingdom needs no queen!” but as cliche as it sounds it all changed when he met you. you were his everything and no matter how many times he seemed to tell you you never seemed to believe him. He hated the fact that many people did not worship you and he’d do anything to make the people of the world see that they should worship you. He even tells his people to worship and or respect you, that way you would have more followers and hopefully he would see you more. So when you asked him to prove his love and dedication to you, he was more than happy to fall to his knees and look up at you and utter the words

“I will only kneel for you my queen”

SMITE sun wukong

Hes so sick of the way other gods treat you just because you aren’t worshipped like they are. And he hates how you were dragged into this battle not because you wanted to be here but because you needed to protected what little followers you had. That being said he’ll happily kneel for you, while he does have an ego but its not as big as some of the other kings on this list so it only takes him seconds to fall to his knees and look into your eyes, his eyes have so much passion in his eyes that it catches you off guard.

“I shall only kneel for you my queen”

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS sun wukong

He’s sad he watches you take such good care of your followers and you always answer their prayers in some way. It hurts hime to see you be pushed to the side like your nothing when in realitying you’re everything to him. He tries to explain this to you but every single time his words get tangled in his mouth, so when you ask him to prove it the words get tangled in his mouth as he fumbles around. Before finally he figures out what to do and bows to you

“For you? I’d bow to you my queen..that’s if you wanna be my queen! I am not pushing for it”

LEGO sun wukong

He finds you to be everything he wants to be and more, and for that simple fact he worships you in any possible way. He spreads word of you fat and wide in hopes of gaining you more followers.This man didn’t even hesitate the moment he heard those words slip your lips, he confidently strides up to you and kneels in front of you. He has that confident and cocky look in his eyes as he stares into yours

“For my queen? I’d only kneel to her”

LEGO macaque

He’s no king but when I tell this boy is more than happy to prove his love,loyalty and commitment to you. He sees you to be everything that he thought wukong was, but in this case you actually are everything he thought you were. You are more than anything he could wish or beg for.Like I said the man is no king but he sees you as his queen, when those words left your lips is was more than happy to bow to you.

“I am no king but you are my queen”

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