#n the content look on his face and the way it gradually changes expression as it gets closer

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘

　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N is a ray of sunshine, and Matt is her dose of grumpness.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by @httpsm4tti

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Get out."

Y/N smiled as she heard Matt's short and authoritative voice echo through the walls of their shared room.

"Hi baby, are you okay?"

Matt lifted his head instantly, pulling his attention away from the computer screen in front of him and toward the door, where his girlfriend was standing.

A tray was resting securely in her open palms as a teasing gaze looked back at him.

A sigh escaped his lips, and Y/N knew it wasn't because he was stressed about seeing her but rather completely relieved. His tense posture gradually eased, and his frown dissolved, giving way to a calming stance.

"What are you doing here, petal?" Matt's tone came out soft, his hands leaving the keyboard and resting on his gray sweatpants covered thighs.

"You've been locked in here for hours. I haven't seen you get out to eat or drink anything until now..." Y/N began, starting her quick steps towards the brunette. "And since I know you're on a task to answer every email sent to the channel, I decided to bring you some snacks and drinks." A big smile spread across her face, her hands working on resting the tray on the empty space of his desk.

Matt glanced briefly at the contents on the wooden surface, fighting back a smile as he noticed all of his favorite snacks, plus a handmade sandwich and a can of rootbeer.

"You didn't need to do all this, sweetheart." The boy brought his blue orbs back to his girlfriend, his right hand coming up and resting on her hip lightly, gently stroking the covered skin.

"Anything for you, my love."

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The sound of the door to his shared room with Y/N opening ​​echoed through Matt's ears. The boy was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for himself and his girlfriend, the sun's rays streaming through the living room's large windows serving as his only source of lighting.

Y/N's muffled and quick footsteps sounded through the small hallway that led to where he was.

The boy didn't need to turn around to know that she was now standing behind him, probably just the large wooden table separating them.

"Good morning, baby!" Y/N's voice was like music to his ears, and Matt found himself wondering how she could be so happy at this time of the day, a small "morning" escaping his lips in response. "You won't believe the dream I had."

A smile almost imperceptibly appeared on the right corner of Matt's lips, the kind of smile that only Y/N was capable of eliciting from him.

The boy turned around with Y/N's favorite mug in one hand and a small plate with flowers drawn on it in the other, both containing coffee with a dash of milk and waffles with honey, just the way his girl liked.

The brunette placed them both on the surface in front of the seat that Y/N had already designated as hers, picking up his own plate and mug before sitting down in front of her.

"Nick and I were at this different theater, and we were going to watch a horror movie, which already started out weird because we know how much he hates horror movies..." Y/N started quickly, pausing momentarily to take a bite of her waffle, a hint of honey smearing the corner of her mouth. "But the weirdest thing was that the movie wasn't horror. It only had two main characters, and they rode horses the whole time. And then, out of nowhere, they adopted a mute dog and a blind cat, which were the cutest little things I've ever seen..."

The girl kept going, her voice changing intonation with each word while her expressions moved quickly, her free hand gesturing while her other hand held her waffle tightly, taking bites from time to time.

Matt remained silent, a serious - but relaxed - expression took over his face, while his mouth slowly chewed the pieces of his own toast, nodding his head every now and then, showing to her that he was paying attention, just like everyday.

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To outsiders, the scene unfolding there seemed to be amusing.

Y/N, with a big smile on her face and yellow flowing dress surrounding her, was quickly pulling a serious-looking Matt with completely black clothes, which covered almost his entire body.

"Come on, baby! There's an ice cream cart right there." The girl repeated the information that had already been given previously, pointing enthusiastically with the index finger of her free hand at the small pastel-colored cart on the other side of the street.

"I can see that." Matt muttered, feigning annoyance, but everyone who knew them knew how much he was loving it.

"Can I get a strawberry one? Please! Oh, and which flavor will you want? I know you love the chocolate one, but it's so nice to change things up sometimes." Y/N rambled, finally approaching the cart, smiling big at the salesperson in greeting. "So?"

"You can order anything you want for me." Matt surrendered, catching the intense gleam in his girl's eyes with his response before averting his own, fishing his wallet out of his pocket, ready to just make the payment and seat on a random wooden bench, looking forward to hearing her ramble about her week.

"Good afternoon! Can I have a strawberry one and a cream one, please?"

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"Baby, can you get me a Diet Coke? Please." Y/N briefly interrupted her conversation with Tara, looking at her boyfriend.

Matt was sitting next to Y/N on one of the couches at Tara's big 1 million party, his arms were crossed and his expression was serious - almost angry -, his eyes carried a steady gaze that circled around the people in the room, ignoring the screams and loud music, only his girl's voice echoing in his ears.

The brunette looked at her momentarily, nodding and leaning down slightly, sealing his lips on the side of her head gently before standing up, walking with firm steps towards the nearest bar.

It didn't take long, and soon the boy was returning to his previous spot, his hands balancing a can of Diet Coke and a can of Rootbeer.

His blue eyes almost instantly found the figure of his girlfriend, who was still talking to Tara, but now Nick was with them as well.

A small smile appeared on his lips as he watched her speak with so much passion, gesturing too much and changing her expressions too quickly.

But his own smile quickly fell when he saw a strange guy sitting in his previous seat, wrapping his arm over the back of the couch right behind Y/N's head and bringing his body closer to his girlfriend's, too close for his liking.

It was obvious that the guy knew Tara, as he immediately started talking to her, but his body language showed his interest in Y/N.

"Move. Now." Matt's serious and rude voice suddenly sounded as soon as he approached them, startling the small group. His eyes were fixed on the unknown boy, glaring at him.

His action brought small reactions from the others; Nick rolled his eyes, already used to his brother and his way of acting with everyone - except his girl. Tara raised her right eyebrow, her eyes traveling from the boy to Matt and back again.

But Y/N just smiled sincerely, ignoring the rudeness of his tone. Her eyes instantly lit up upon meeting her boyfriend and even more so upon seeing him holding her order.

"I won't repeat myself." Matt demanded, keeping his gaze steady on the guy, who quickly understood the message and got up from the couch, raising his hands in surrender before leaving.

Matt sat back down in the now empty space, handing his girl the Diet Coke before placing his arm right where the other boy's was, his fingertips caressing the exposed skin of her right shoulder.

He took advantage of Tara and Nick starting a new topic and brought his head closer to Y/N's, pressing his lips against her ear.

"You're mine, babe. Only mine."

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"Are you ready, honey?" Y/N asked as she finished fastening her necklace around her neck, her eyes fixed on the mirror next to their closet in the room she shared with Matt.

"I just... I don't know which sneakers to wear." Matt's voice sounded tired, his brow furrowed as his eyes traveled over the extensive row of sneakers he owned.

The girl turned around, approaching him while throwing her hair over her shoulders, running her hands over the light pink dress that hugged her body just right.

The two were getting ready to go to the Snapchat event that would take place in a few hours, and as usual Matt always asked his girlfriend for some tips on one of the pieces he would wear for the day.

"Wear the white and blue Jordans. I like how they look on you." Y/N opined, pointing to the indicated pair, caressing his right bicep before turning around, crossing the already open bedroom door to check if Nick and Chris were ready.

The duo was lying on the sofa, both ready and using their respective phones, just waiting for the couple.

"Finally! If I knew how to drive, I would have left you two behind." Chris grumbled, adjusting his posture on the upholstery and putting his cell in his pants pocket.

"You still didn't learn to drive properly because you're lazy and too comfortable with me just driving your ass around." Matt's voice echoed behind Y/N, his figure leaving their room and closing the door behind him, his expression straight and his eyes carrying a serious gaze.

"Oh my God, you look handsome, baby! I knew Jordan would work out just fine." Y/N ignored the small fight between them, her eyes traveling over Matt's body, admiring his clothes despite them being simple and black - as always.

Matt rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance, but the traces of an almost non-existent smile appearing on the right corner of his lips while his cheeks took on a red hue said otherwise.

"Oh, how handsome you are, Matt." Nick joked, imitating Y/N's voice and fawning his right hand over his face, blinking his eyes repeatedly, earning a loud laugh from Chris and an amused smile from Y/N.

"Shut the fuck up. Get moving. Now!" Matt barked back, glaring at his brothers before finally approaching his girl.

He placed his left hand on the small of her back, gently guiding her to the stairs that led them to the garage, ready to go.

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[parkerslatte]

Morning Bliss

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: allusions to sex.

Summary: Y/N and Azriel enjoy a quiet morning.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

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There was a chill in the morning air as Y/N snuggled closer to Azriel, grateful for the warmth he provided. Her head rested against his chest as she lightly traced his tattoos as she tilted her head to gaze at him. In his sleep he looked peaceful and perfectly at ease. Every worry and stress pushing down on his shoulders seemed to evaporate from his body. Y/N smiled. She never imagined that she would be so lucky.

“I can feel you staring,” Azriel’s voice was deep and sleepy. His eyes were still closed though there was a smile tugging on his lips. 

“I can’t help it,” Y/N mumbled. “You are gorgeous.”

A deep chuckle rumbled through Azrie’s chest. “Look who’s talking.”

Y/N’s grin widened as she began to press soft kisses against Azriel’s chest, gradually getting higher and higher until she grazed his jaw. Azriel’s arm tightened around her as he let out a content sigh. With one swift movement, Y/N slung one of her legs over Azriel’s hips and manoeuvred herself on top of him. Y/N’s face hovered above his. 

Azriel’s eyes finally opened to meet hers. A beautiful hazel that seemed to glow in the morning light. She loved his eyes so much. 

Y/N slowly moved her hand to Azriel’s jaw and slowly traced over his features. His cheekbone, his nose, his lips and back again. From below her, Azriel watched her, nothing but love in his eyes. 

Ever since Y/N had known Azriel, she knew that she loved him. It was hard not to. The two met while Azriel was on a mission in the Day Court and the moment their eyes met, the bond snapped. Despite this, the row didn’t act right away, in fact it was months before Azriel returned to the Day Court to see Y/N and discuss what everything meant. What neither of them were expecting was the connection that they had when they were together. 

Conversation flowed easily and Azriel found himself opening up to her willingly. He found himself smiling and his heart beating faster and faster whenever her arm brushed his. Y/N, who normally preferred to listen to people and only insert herself into conversation when it felt right, couldn’t stop herself from talking and failed to notice the adoring expression on Azriel’s face. 

It was only one more month before they accepted the bond. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” Azriel muttered, his hand cupping her cheek. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” Y/N responded. “Because you, Azriel, are beautiful, gorgeous, kind, thoughtful, talented, sexy, amazing in bed—“

Azriel cut her off by pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was tender and thoughtful and it made Y/N’s heart soar. Kissing Azriel never got boring and he took her breath away every single time. His kisses in the morning were usually tender and full of love. It was a way to try and convince her to stay in bed all day with him. Sometimes it worked but other times she simply left him reaching out for her with an adorable pout on his face. It never failed to melt Y/N’s heart. 

“Why don’t we stay in bed all day?” Azriel suggested, his lips detaching from hers briefly. 

Y/N grinned. “As much as I would love to, we will need breakfast at some point.”

Azriel groaned. “Fine, but then we are coming right back here.”

“Deal,” Y/N said as she slid from Azriel and out into the cold morning air. 

Azriel slipped out after her hand wrapped his arms around her from behind, peppering her shoulder with gentle kisses. Y/N twisted her head to gaze into Azriel’s sleepy eyes. He was normally never one to stay in bed late in the day but the day he had met Y/N, it all changed. Now all he wanted to do was stay in bed with her. 

His hair was a mess from sleep and Y/N running her fingers through it.

“You look adorable,” Y/N muttered, pecking his lips and pulling away in time to see a faint blush rising on his cheeks. 

The arms around Y/N’s arms tightened around her as a chill swept through their bedroom. Y/N shivered, even with Azriel providing her his warmth, she was still freezing. 

“I might regret getting out of bed,” Y/N muttered against his lips. 

Azriel grinned against her lips. “Are you now?”

Y/N nodded before she squealed as Azriel moved to lift her up into his arms. She wasn’t there long however as he had already thrown her onto the bed. Y/N laughed loudly but she immediately felt warmer with the soft covers underneath her. 

Azriel crawled onto the bed, his wings dragging behind him, he wasn’t making the effort to hold them up at all. He would only ever do that if he were in Y/N’s presence and completely relaxed. As Y/N lay her head against the pillows, Azriel slotted himself between her legs before he nuzzled his head into the crook of Y/N’s neck. 

With the sheets beneath ehr and Azriel’s body on top of her, Y/N was warm and she felt as if she were wrapped in a cocoon of comfort and she never wanted to break out of it. Her fingers quickly found Azriel’s hair and began to run her fingers through his soft locks, her nails grazing his scalp. Azriel let out a content sigh. 

Azriel laced his fingers with the hand that was rested down by her side and pressed a gentle kiss against her neck. “Are you warm now?”

Y/N hummed in response and pressed a kiss to Azriel’s forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Azriel responded. 

Y/N continued brushing her fingers through Azriel’s hair as his breathing began to get heavier and heavier until he had completely fallen asleep. She glanced down at his sleeping form and smiled softly. She wasn’t sure how she got so lucky. With one final kiss to his hairline, Y/N drifted off to sleep.

[shangrila11]

Songs of the dragons // Dragon! Dan Heng (HSR) x reader [AU]

Bold = Draconic language

Content warning // Brief implication of death

(Y/N) stepped outside, a grin on their face. Sunlight shone down on them and a cool breeze touched their cheeks -- the perfect weather for going out and tending to the crops. They grabbed a hoe and started weeding the field, pausing every once a while to wipe the beads of sweat trickling down their forehead.

Just then, (Y/N) heard something that sounded like singing. What was more, it was in a language that they had never heard of. They looked towards the source of the sound and saw a group of dragons high up in the sky. (Y/N) watched in awe as the sky gradually turned down and rain started pouring down. They closed their eyes, enjoying the beautiful, haunting melody and the rain on their skin. Their eyes snapped open before widening. That was perculiar. The words to the song were slowly but surely becoming less intelligible to them...

"...And that was how I first understood and learn your language. Apparently, when I was little, I came down with a fever. Fortunately, my parents happened to find a dragon scale which was said to have mystical properties according to us humans. They grounded it and used to make medicine," (Y/N) concludes. The dragon beside them hums thoughtfully.

"I see," he replies. He winces as (Y/N) applies some antiseptic on his leg. The human apologises, saying they are already being as gentle as they could.

"There's no need to apologise. You did warn me earlier, did you not?" the dragon assures them.

"Right," (Y/N) laugh sheepishly. After they have finished applying the antiseptic, they carefully wraps a bandage around the wound.

"There. All done," they declare with a smile. The dragon slowly lifts his injured leg. It feels a little better already. He thanks (Y/N) for treating his wound.

"You're welcome! Be careful not to get caught in fishing nets next time," they answer. They bow and introduce themself. The dragon dips his head.

"I'm Dan Heng. It's a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)."

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"Dan Heng?" (Y/N) gasps, staring at the male in front of them. He is gorgeous, with long, black hair and piercing turquoise eyes. He wears a white sleeveless shirt -- reminsicent of the colour of the dragon's scales -- with long, unattached sleeves that are accented with teal and gold, as well as black pants

"Yes, it's me. I figure I should adopt a human form so that it's easier to interact," the male nods. He frowns. "Is... something the matter with my appearance?"

"No, not at all!" (Y/N) hurriedly replies. "It's just that... you look really pretty and majestic, both as a dragon and as a human." They flush.

"O -- oh. Thank you," Dan Heng stammers, his expression mirroring (Y/N)'s. "I -- I'm flattered to hear that."

"A -- anyway, would you like to come with me to the village? I think you will like it there," (Y/N) offers, desperately trying to change the subject before things get awkward between them.

"Are you certain? Humans tend to... keep their distance around me and my kind. I don't think that this disguise will be able to conceal my true nature from them since I speak another tongue," the male frowns. In fact, (Y/N) is the first human who approach him without much nerves.

"Good point," (Y/N) agrees, frowning as well. Dragons, being able to perform various feats like summoning the rain, are revered by the people. Some people even feared dragons, not wanting to face their wrath. "That's even more reason to come with me. If people see you spending time with me, they will know that you are approachable. So what say you?" They give Dan Heng an encouraging smile.

"... Alright. I'll give it a try," he relents. A small smile makes its way across his face seeing (Y/N)'s smile widen and their eyes twinkle. Eagerly, (Y/N) takes Dan Heng's hand and leads him to their village.

As anticipated, the people in the village dare not to approach Dan Heng upon hearing him talk in his kind's language and because of his aura. (Y/N) reassures him that it will take a while for the people to get used to his presence and that in the meantime, he just has to be himself. Dan Heng decides to take their word for it, trusting them. For now, he turns his focus on simply enjoying the sights and company. It is interesting to observe how humans lead their lives this close. (Y/N) is also pleasant company, explaining to him their customs and sharing some interesting tidbits and their home life.

After the tour around the village, (Y/N) invites Dan Heng to visit their home. Dan Heng is a little hesistant at first but the human assures him that it will be fine. Their parents have been wanting to meet him, after all. And so the male caves in. Together, the two of them heads to (Y/N)'s home.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" (Y/N) announces cheerfully as they enter their home, with Dan Heng awkwardly trailing behind them. Their parents warmly greet them before turning their attention to the male.

"And who is this young man?" their mother asks, smiling. (Y/N) introduces Dan Heng and their parents to each other.

"Ah, so you're the famous Dan Heng that my child has been talking about non-stop," Mr. (L/N) grins. "It's great to finally meet you." (Y/N) quickly translates what their father has said to Dan Heng.

"The pleasure is mine, Mr. and Mrs. (L/N)," Dan Heng bows. Once again, (Y/N) translates what Dan Heng has said.

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" Mrs. (L/N) smiles.

"Yes, please do join us for dinner! My mum makes the best (favourite dish)," (Y/N) grins.

"... Very well. Thank you for the invitation," Dan Heng nods. Beaming brightly, (Y/N) guides Dan Heng to sit beside them while their parents sit across the two of them. The meal is delectable. Besides, conversing with (Y/N)'s family (with (Y/N) acting as their translator) fills Dan Heng with a sense of warmth so similar yet so different from that he feels with his family. While his parents mean well, they can be a little strict with him due to his... position.

Perhaps dragons and humans are not that different after all...

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(Y/N) places the di zi* to their lips before blowing into it. Crisp, beautiful notes emit from the dizi, stringing together to form a tune. Dan Heng is by their side, appreciating the melody. He quietly admires the concentrated look on his companion's face, as well as the graceful way their fingers glide across the finger-holes of the instrument.

"What do you think?" (Y/N) asks after they are done.

"It's... lovely," the dragon turned human compliments them.

"Why, thank you. Glad to know that my years of practice aren't in vain," (Y/N) beams, a faint blush blossoming on their cheeks. "Speaking of music, you dragons sing, don't you? However, I haven't heard you sing before." They look at Dan Heng, silently asking if they can hear him sing.

"Er... well..." Dan Heng stammers, averting his gaze away from them. A look of understanding crosses (Y/N)'s face. They gently pat his shoulder.

"It's alright. Some other time. Only if you want to, of course," they smile affectionately. Dan Heng's heart flutters. How can one be as warm and radiant as the sun?

"Thank you," he replies. He pauses for a moment before continuing, "I may not be comfortable letting you hear me sing but we can go flying. That is, if you would like to."

"I would love to," (Y/N) beams, their eyes sparkling. Dan Heng returns their smile with a small one of his own.

"Alright then," he nods. He closes his eyes in concentration. A stream of water materialises, surrounding him. When it clears, he stands before (Y/N) in his natural form. He bends down, asking them to get on him. With a grin, the human climbs on him. After making sure that his companion is securely mounted on him, Dan Heng soars into the air. (Y/N) lets out a whoop of delight as they feel the wind on their face. They wrap their arms around the dragon, resting their chin on him. They look around. Everything looks so small from up there, including their village which appears as specks.

"Wow. What a view," they breathe.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Dan Heng remarks, sounding quite pleased.

"I am," they grin. "We should do this more often." Dan Heng nods, humming in agreement. (Y/N)'s smile soften.

"Thank you for this, Dan Heng," they whisper.

"My pleasure. It's the least I can do for being unable to agree to your request," the dragon replies softly. The two of them then go silent, enjoying the flight and each other's company.

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Dan Heng's eyes scans through the texts, his eyebrows creased into a focused frown. Words in the language of the dragons are inscribed on the scroll, describing the history of the dragons.

"For centuries, dragons have served as guardians of rivers, protecting the creatures living in and near them. The High Elder play an especially key role in leading the dragons, lending their aid to dragons in need and making big decisions on behalf of the dragons..."

"I see that you are taking your studies seriously," a deep, stern voice remarks, interuptting Dan Heng's reading. He looks up from his scroll to meet the gaze of another man. He looks similar to Dan Heng, except older.

"Father," the younger male bows. "Yes. I wouldn't neglect it or my training."

"Very good," Dan Feng nods. "As the next in line to be the High Elder, I expect a lot from you."

"I promise to not let you down," Dan Heng answers. His father makes a sound of approval before his expression turns serious.

"On another note, what is this I hear about you mingling with a human?"

Dan Heng flinches. However, he quickly recomposes himself. He tells his father about his human companion and how they come to know each other.

"I appreciate them helping them helping you when you accidentally got your claw stuck in a fishing net and they seem like a decent human being," Dan Feng answers calmly. "With that said, you know why I disapprove getting close to humans." Dan Heng nods solemnly, an image of him standing by (Y/N)'s gravestone as he grieve over them flashing through his mind. A pang of sorrow hits him but Dan Heng decides to not think about it further. (Y/N) is still with him. And that's all that matters. He looks at his father firmly.

"Father," Dan Heng begins. "By distancing ourselves from humans, we are denying ourselves opportunities to forge new ties, to learn more about each other. After spending time with (Y/N), I realise that dragons and humans are not so dissimilar. We share the same joys and sorrows that life brings, have hopes and dreams and can carry out both good and bad deeds. (Y/N) has broadened my horizons and I... have grown fond of them. So please allow me to stay by their side for as long as they will let me." The younger dragon bows. Dan Feng goes silent for a moment before nodding.

"Very well. I shall respect your choice."

"Thank you, father," Dan Heng dips his head. His father gently patted his shoulder.

"Dan Heng! Dan Heng!" a familiar voice calls just then. The voice then mumbles, "That's how it's pronounced in their language, right? I hope so."

"Mr. (L/N)?" Dan Heng's eyes widens. He sounds anxious. The dragon feels a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Could something have happened?

"Who could that be?" his father asks, a hint of concern in his voice.

"It's (Y/N)'s father," Dan Heng explains. "I ought to go. It seems urgent."

"Of course. If you require any assistance, do not hesitate to let me know," Dan Feng replies. Sending his father a grateful look, Dan Heng teleports to where (Y/N)'s father is.

"Mr. (L/N). Whatever's the matter?" Dan Heng asks as soon as he appears before (Y/N)'s father. He tries to keep his tone even though his heart is racing. Mr. (L/N) jumps in surprise but quickly relaxes when he sees that it is one he is looking for.

"Dan Heng! Thank goodness you're here," he exclaims, relief in his voice. "(Y/N) they... Oh, sorry. You probably don't understand what I'm saying, do you? Let me repeat what I said in your language." Before he can do so, Dan Heng gently cuts him off.

"It's fine. (Y/N) taught me your language and I did some study on my own as well. So if it's easier for you, please speak in your tongue."

"Oh, that makes things simpler," Mr. (L/N) answers. "Anyway, as I was saying, something happened to (Y/N). They suddenly fell and began writhing in pain. They felt hot to the touch too. My wife and I tried asking doctors for help but they couldn't do anything. We then thought of you and figured you may be able to help."

"I see," Dan Heng, frowning. "We must hurry then if it's as serious as you've said. Please stay close to me. I shall teleport us to your house." Nodding, the other man does as told. Dan Heng closes his eyes. In the blink of an eye, they disappear.

The two of them appears before a frantic Mrs. (L/N) and a barely conscious (Y/N). Mrs. (L/N)'s expression quickly becomes delighted, even relieved to see the two males. Dan Heng's heart sinks seeing the state that (Y/N) is in. He kneels down next to them.

"D-dan Heng?" (Y/N) whimpers

"Yes, it's me. I'm here," said male whispers, squeezing their hand gently. (Y/N)'s expression relaxes a little despite the pain.

"Please help (Y/N), Dan Heng," Mrs. (L/N) pleads

"Not to worry. I'll do everything in my power to cure them," Dan Heng promises. Shutting his eyes, he holds (Y/N)'s wrist, trying to pinpoint the source of the ailment.

"What's the matter with them?" Mrs. (L/N) asks worriedly.

"(Y/N) ate a dragon scale when they were younger, did they not?" Dan Heng inquires. Their parents nod.

"The dragon's qi** from the scale is incompatible with their own qi and hence their body's system is thrown into a disarray as the two qis fight to balance each other out," the dragon explains. "If something is not done, I'm afraid their body system may collapse or even worse..." He stops himself. No. (Y/N) will be fine. He has made a promise to their parents and he intends to keep it.

"But (Y/N) has always been fine so why is this happening now?" (Y/N)'s father asks.

"Since they only ate one scale, the effects are gradual," Dan Heng replies. He frowns. "I apologise. I should have realised it much sooner when they mentioned that they ate a dragon scale."

"What's done is done. What is more important is saving (Y/N)," (Y/N)'s father pats Dan Heng's shoulder. The dark-haired male goes quiet for a moment before nodding.

"You're right," he agrees. He looks at (Y/N)'s parents in turn. "I need some space to treat (Y/N). Is it alright if I bring them somewhere else?"

"Of course. Just please return with them in a better state," Mrs. (L/N) answers. Thanking them, Dan Heng teleports (Y/N) and himself to a secluded, open area near the river he resides. Grasping the human's hand, he takes a deep breath before beginning to sing. His voice is quiet yet powerful as he conveys his feelings through the song. He grimaces, feeling a throbbing pain in his body but he pushes on.

"Dan Heng?" (Y/N) murmurs, feeling the pain subsiding. Their eyes widen when they see the dragon turned human in pain. "Dan Heng! Whatever you're doing, please stop!" Dan Heng shakes his head and squeezes their hand, quietly assuring them that it is alright. After the song ends, the black-haired male lets go of (Y/N)'s hand and drops to the ground, morphing into his true form as he does so.

"Dan Heng! Are you alright?" (Y/N) asks worriedly, inspecting him.

"Yes, I'm alright," Dan Heng assures them, albeit weakly. "Just exhausted from transferring half of my qi to you."

"You silly dragon," the human mumbles, tears pricking the corner of their eyes. They put their forehead against the dragon's. "That was risky. You could've --" They hold their tongue, not wanting to finish the sentence.

"I apologise for worrying you. This is the only way to stabilise the two qis in you," Dan Heng replies. "What about you? How are you feeling?"

"I feel great so far," (Y/N) smiles, backing away a little while wiping their tears.

"That's good," Dan Heng heaves a sigh of relief. "Nevertheless, we should monitor your condition for a few days."

"Ok," they nods. They pause for a moment before continuing, "Thank you, Dan Heng. For saving my life and for that lovely song."

"My pleasure," Dan Heng answers, averting his gaze from them. "As long as you're alright, nothing else matters."

"Except you matter," (Y/N) chides him gently, poking his snout. "So please don't endanger yourself for my sake again."

"I've already apologised, have I not? There's no need to repeat yourself."

"Just wanted to emphasise my point."

"... Fair enough."

The two of them sit side by side, with (Y/N) leaning on Dan Heng's body. They turn to look at their companion. His eyes are shut and he has a peacful look on his face. (Y/N) smiles fondly, glad that the both of them come out of the predicament unharmed.

*Di zi = Chinese flute

**Qi = Vital energy

(Image does not belong to me. Credit goes to owner)

(Inspired by the #8 Imaginative idea found on the writer's respository blog)

[educatedsimps]

Hi, could you possibly write a osamu miya x reader fic ? For the scenario i don’t really know sorry, but could the reader be rather quiet, reserved but not shy (idk if that makes sense), has hard time expressing themselves/their emotions, like quite bad at feelings yk, and the reader just slowly learn how to trust and open themselves thanks to the help, patient and insistence of osamu. And could the characters just be asexual please? Anyway, I really like your work, it's always great and fun, hope you have a nice day

— sunshine in the rain, miya osamu

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miya osamu x f!reader

a/n: LOL MOOOOOOOD It's just hard to speak to people and share about my thoughts and feelings sometimes

tropes: f!reader x bsf!Osamu, platonic besties, ambivert reader (heavy on the 70% introvert though), you and osamu have known each other since middle school when he got you out of a messy situation with a bully, high school setting

content under the cut!

High school unfolded like a tempestuous symphony, a cacophony of voices and motion swirling all around you as you navigated its corridors with quiet resolve. Amidst the whirlwind of faces, only one remained a steadfast anchor in your life: Osamu Miya, your best friend since middle school.

Your friendship had deepened through shared laughter and quiet understanding. When bullies intimidated you in the seventh grade, Osamu's sharp wit and unwavering courage had dispersed the troublesome imps effortlessly, cementing your trust in him.

From then on, you gravitated toward his reassuring presence amidst the turbulence of adolescence.

Osamu, with his extroverted charm and mischievous grin, was a stark contrast to your reserved nature. He thrived in the spotlight while you found solace in observing from the side-lines, preferring quiet moments to the clamour of teenage dramas.

"Hey, Y/N," Osamu's voice cut through your thoughts one afternoon as you sat together under the shade of a tree in the school courtyard. "You've been quiet today, Y/N. Penny for your thoughts?"

Looking up from the book in your lap, you met his concerned gaze and replied softly, "Just thinking about stuff."

He nodded knowingly, leaning back against the trunk of the tree. "You know you can always talk to me about anything, right?"

You smiled faintly, grateful for his reassurance. "I know, 'Samu. Thanks."

In the days that followed, buoyed by Osamu's gentle encouragement, you ventured beyond your comfort zone. He introduced you to his circle of friends, a diverse group of personalities that initially overwhelmed you but gradually became familiar faces you could count on.

There were awkward moments, stumbling conversations, and silent retreats as you navigated the complexities of teenage social life. And yet, Osamu remained a steady presence in your life, offering guidance and reassuring smiles that eased all of your anxieties.

One rainy afternoon, you found yourselves huddled under the shelter of the school entrance, watching the downpour drum against the pavement. The sound was soothing in its constancy, a backdrop to the comfortable silence that stretched between you and Osamu.

"You've changed a lot since middle school," Osamu remarked suddenly, his tone thoughtful.

You turned to him, surprised by his observation. "Really?"

"Yep," he nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Back then, you were like a closed book. Now... you're starting to open up. It's really nice to see."

Heat tinged your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and gratitude at his words. "I guess I've been trying," you admitted quietly.

Osamu chuckled softly. "You're doing more than just trying, Y/N. You're doing great."

His compliment warmed you more than the summer sun ever could, validating your efforts in ways you hadn't expected.

"I couldn't have done it without you," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to you, his gaze softening. "We've always had each other's backs, haven't we?"

You nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as the rain continued to fall around you.

In that moment, you realized that friendship wasn't just about shared laughter or comforting silences — it was about weathering storms together, celebrating victories, and learning to grow even when the world seemed intent on keeping you small.

As the school bell rang to signal the end of the day, Osamu nudged you playfully. "Come on, let's grab something warm to drink before we head home."

You smiled, feeling lighter than you had in a long time. "Sure."

Hand in hand, you and Osamu walked through the rain, the echoes of your laughter mingling with the sound of water cascading from the gutters. In that fleeting moment, amidst the chaos of high school life, you found your own slice of sunshine in the rain — a friend who had seen you through your darkest moments and still believed in the warmth of your smile.

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[dmitriene]

— imagine.

summary: what if everything had been different from the beginning? content: pre-re4 boyfriend! leon x gn! reader tags: fluff, comfort, maybe slightly hurt, mentions of y/n, established relationship, pet names, mentions of dead and blood. author's note: this is my second work that i am posting here, due to the fact that quite many people liked my first work and i mustered up the courage for another one! thank you very much to everyone who likes, leaves comments and makes reblogs! 🤍 (need to mention that english is not my native language and i can make mistakes, thanks!) please enjoy your reading)

« i know i'd never be me without the security / of your loving arms

keeping me from harm / put your hand in my hand / and we'll stand »

imagine.

The human mind goes into daydreaming quite often, no matter what the circumstances, but in your case it was a desperate attempt to imagine and plunge into “what if?”.

-ˏˋ ─────────── ˊˎ

sea coast.

quiet and calm, like a large mirror, a cold and transparent sea, pale sun rays penetrating the salty water to reach the bottom, meekly touching the golden sand and bright shining shells, smooth pebbles and greenish algae.

you take a deep breath, your chest slowly heaves until your head gradually rises up and you, squinting slightly, peer at how the rays of the sun make their way through the thickness of the sky with bright white stripes, spilling over the sand in streaming snakes and stretching along the bluish water surface, the light aroma of the breeze seems to fill the lungs with freshness .

— «Honey?..»

a velvety voice pulls you out of prostration, with a slow movement of your head you turn in his direction, removing strands of hair from your face that have accumulated due to a light wind, and finally your gaze falls on your favorite sharp facial features, moving with a slow path of a quivering look and trembling of your eyelashes to his eyes, looking into them and feeling as if you dived under water, such were his eyes, the colors of a cloudless blue sky and alive, beautiful and incredibly mysteriously deep, because of which the breath spiraled, as if somebody in a matter of seconds putted his hand on your neck and their fingers squeezed your delicate skin.

— «Y/n?»

and once again, his voice snaps you out of the sudden trance, lips intuitively curling into a smile once you see his worried expression, as his hand is over his eyes to shield himself from the sun's excessive brightness, and he speaks again.

— «Everything's alright, dear?»

you grin when you're next to him, emotions color your face in shifts and uncontrollably, your feet glide smoothly over the sand and you close the distance between you and his squatting figure before leaning towards him and leaving a kiss on his cheek with a quivering touch of soft lips, instantly watching how he changes in emotions and at the same second he smiles radiantly, rising from his haunches and wrapping his large arm around your body, pressing you to him like you're the most fragile porcelain, before bestowing a caress in response, covering your lips with his, and on for a while, the ground seems to be slipping away from under your feet and there is nothing around but the two of you, his warm kiss and the weighty feel of his hand around your waist, until he interrupts this moment by recoiling from your face, his slightly calloused thumb runs along your cheek before he turns to face the sea, his free hand habitually finding yours, lacing your fingers together as you both just stood there and stared into the distance.

— «Do you definitely need to go to Spain?»

this question slipped out of your mouth quite suddenly, and in fact it was rhetorical, because both of you knew the answer to it, but no one will forbid you to dream and hope for a scenario in which he will suddenly, like in a fairy tale, answer you “no” , but you hear how he takes air into his lungs with a loud breath, turning his face in your direction when you are already waiting for an answer from him with a visible gleam in your eyes, and he gently touches the back of your head with his hand, directing and pressing you to him, so that you bury yourself in his broad chest, as his nose nuzzles the top of your head and leaves a bitterly sweet kiss on it to say

— «You already know the answer, doll»

he's right.

you already know the answer.

but you don't want to know it, you want to dream.

to dream of a completely different turn of events, of meeting him under different circumstances, when he would be a completely different Leon - one who would not know the fear of experience from Raccoon City, who would not lose the brilliance in his precious eyes, who would not wake up at night after countless attempts to sleep because of the terrible images of dead people, blood and horrors that, like a broken record, pursued him every time he closed his eyes. Leon - who would not wear numerous scars on his body that only reminded him of what happened and about what not to return.

you don’t want to know and understand, that as soon as he returns from Spain, on the threshold of your shared apartments there will be a completely different person, because his old wound that you so reverently tried to heal deep in his mind will open again, and everything will repeat again like a vicious circle, he again will be detached, again will not be able to sleep a wink for weeks, he will again become that traumatized boy whom he tried to bury deep inside himself.

and you don’t even notice how he lifts your face by the chin with a slow movement of his fingers, forcing you to meet the worried look on his face again, and only then do you realize that there are crystal tears that streaming down your face from your eyes, vision becomes blurry in a matter of seconds and before you have time to say anything, leaving words on the tip of your tongue, his finger is already collecting your tears, and his voice is nothing more than the concentration of all anxiety in a couple of words that leave his lips

— «What's happened, honey?»

and something makes you smile as quickly as it bursts into tears, your hands reach out on their own to encircle his neck, standing up on your toes, covering his lips with yours in a quivering kiss to which he willingly answers, and when your lips part, he still looks into your eyes with concern, and again, there is a feeling like you are drowning in a bottomless bowl of full water, in an endless sea, and your lips move on their own to finally whisper a quiet

— «Nothing, just thought about how much i love you»

and his expression quickly changes again, he smiles radiantly and presses you as close as possible to him, forcing you to move away from the unpleasant topic in order to stand together again on the seashore and watch the water turn dark blue, the gusty wind drives the waves to the shore and no more shells or sand are visible, only violent waves that beat with force against the coastal sand.

and dreams.

dreams that are deeply relegated to the farthest shelf.

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Harrison Gray Main Story: Chapter 2

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Harrison: Kate.

Harrison: This is the kind of evil world you walked into.

Harrison: You don’t want to get hurt, be in dangerous places, and see scary things anymore, do you?

Harrison: In that case, why don't you just sit back and do nothing?

I finally managed to force myself to speak in a hoarse voice.

Kate: … Nothing?

Harrison: Victor’s condition for keeping you alive was “keep the secret for one month”.

Harrison: Giving you a job as a fairytale writer is just a plus-alpha request in order to test how trustworthy you are.

(... That's why.)

Kate: That’s why you’re suggesting I “sit back and do nothing”.

Harrison: Yeah. You can shut yourself in your room for the whole period of one month, then go back to where you came from.

(He has a point, but…)

Kate: That’s possible. However… I’m not that cowardly.

Harrison: It’s pointless to pretend you’re strong, only to end up dead.

Harrison: Oh well, whether you live or die doesn't concern me.

Harrison: But if you can offer me something in return, I might consider helping you then.

Harrison laughed with an unreasonable facial expression and glanced at the corpses laying in pools of blood.

Harrison: You did it in a flashy way again, Liam. These will be hard to get rid of.

William: Liam, show your face.

Liam: Mission complete.

Liam: I couldn't control my excitement at the thought of Kate watching.

Liam casually wiped the blood off his face and winked at me as if nothing happened.

Harrison: …

Harrison got down on one knee in a pool of blood, and closed the eyes of one of the dead men.

It was as if he were paying his respects to their deaths.

Harrison: Will, leave the rest to Liam and I. You go back and report to Victor.

William: I’m counting on you, Harrison and Liam. Come with me, Kate. Let’s return to the castle.

Kate: … Alright.

Liam: See you later, Kate. Next time, how about going on a date with me instead of a mission?

Liam waved his hand at me, with a charming smile unsuited for the situation.

Harrison was standing next to him, and I couldn't tell what he was feeling.

…

The smell of blood became distant, I was seated face to face with William in the swaying carriage.

As I gradually regained my composure, I started getting mixed emotions.

(Those men died because they did something evil.)

(But I don't know if it was really necessary to kill them…)

There were laws and police in England. Taking lives is a “last resort” no one should ever take.

Kate: … William, can I ask you a question?

William: We’re still quite far from the castle. You can even ask more than one.

Kate: Why did you decide to punish those men from the start?

William: Those men have committed similar crimes previously, and the police took care of them.

William: They were seemingly well-behaved while in prison, and thus they were released early as model prisoners.

William: — However, they repeated their crimes. They broke the promise they made to “never doing bad things again”, almost instantly after they made the promise.

William shifted his blood coloured eyes and looked out of the window.

William: Was their promise fake or did they have a change of heart? This is something only they would know, right?

William: However, Her Majesty judged their actions to be sinful and ordered for their execution. As Crown, we agreed with her decision.

William: “The murderer who killed 4 men” is still at large and busy trying to dispose of the bodies.

(... That’s Liam, right?)

William: That’s a crime, right?

William: The answer is—... no.

The eyes that turned to look at had not even the slightest hint of hesitation.

He stared quietly at me, like a still pool of water with no ripples.

William: “Conquer evil with evil”, we’re evil no matter where we are.

William: The things we do are not and can never be justified.

(William and the rest of Crown are prepared to carry out their missions and live in the darkness.)

I was the only one unprepared.

William: In this darkness, you will encounter many things that will cause your values to waver.

William: You will feel shaken, disturbed, sometimes distressed, and even hopeless.

William: During those times, Kate, it’s your free choice to either close your eyes or keep them open.

— Because you are your one and only master.

…

Liam let out a heavy sigh as he cleaned the bloodied floor and disposed of the bodies.

Liam: Hey, Harry. Kate's facial expression looked stiff when she was about to leave, do you think she’s scared of me now?

Liam: What do I do… I don't want her to hate me…

Harrison: That’s why I told you not to get too carried away. Oh well, if it makes you feel better, things can't get any worse than this.

Liam: Are you trying to console me or speak ill of me? Geez, Harry, it’d be great if you would be nice to me once in a while.

Liam: Oh, but that’s rare.

Harrison: What is?

Liam: It’s rare for you to voluntarily get involved with other people, like how you were talking to Kate just now.

Liam: My, my. Does she happen to be your type?

Harrison: You’re overthinking. It's just…

Liam: Just…?

Harrison: I’m suddenly craving something sweet. Do you know any restaurants that are open at this time?

Liam: I do, but in these clothes…? If you call the police, I’ll go with you.

Harrison: … I’m going home.

Liam: OK. You just changed the subject. Hey, are you even listening? Harry?

The smell of blooded faded away into the night, and I could only catch a few moments of shallow sleep before morning came.

…

Staring at the sun that had just rose, I tried to pull the gloomy feeling out of my chest.

– Flashback Start –

Harrison: Did you ask to come along, thinking that would help you earn our trust?

Harrison: Or was it because you're obligated to do so as a fairytale writer?

– Flashback End –

(I did that out of responsibility for my role and to earn their trust. What I said to Harrison last night was genuine.)

(And yet…)

(When Harrison told me to “do nothing”, I couldn't respond.)

(I deserved to have him say that to me. I thought too highly of myself, despite not having a strong enough resolve.)

Without any resolve, however desperately I tried to open my eyes wide would be no different from keeping them closed.

I shifted my gaze towards the typewriter on my desk.

My former job as a postwoman was to deliver letters and parcels filled with people’s thoughts and feelings. That was what made me choose that job.

A person’s emotions can hurt them. But, at the same time, emotions also serve as a source of motivation in their lives.

That's right, that was what I thought.

(I was afraid, so I didn't try to understand the way Crown thought.)

William said that I had the freedom to decide whether I wanted to close my eyes or keep them open.

(In that case, I’ll—)

…

Victor: Now, what will happen if you touch the leftmost glass on the third shelf from the top?

Kate: What’s going to happen?

Victor: Go on, touch it.

Kate: Wah…!

The moment I touched the glass, the shelf shifted to reveal a wide variety of lethal weapons.

Kate: It’s a hidden arsenal of weapons. There's so many of them.

Victor: Amazing, isn’t it? I’m quite an obsessive hoarder, so there's no stopping once I start collecting. Oh my— there’s so many of them.

Victor grinned as he opened a modified umbrella that turned out to be a tranquiliser gun.

Victor: Only the members of Crown are allowed to use these weapons. … Anyway, why are you suddenly asking me to teach you how to defend yourself?

Kate: I thought things through again, and decided that I want to get to know and understand everyone at Crown better.

Kate: I need to prepare myself in order to do that… and at least be able to protect myself.

Victor: …

Kate: Victor…?

Victor stretched his arms wide but put them back down, as if holding himself back.

Victor: My goodness…! You are so wonderful, Kate. Fabulous!

Victor: I was so moved by your beautiful heart that I almost wanted to give you a tight hug!

Harrison: I’m going to report you to Her Majesty and have you charged for harlotry, you perverted Aide to The Queen.

Kate: Harrison.

Victor: Perfect timing! Listen, Harrison. It’s about Kate.

Harrison: I already know. Roger heard you.

Harrison: It’s too noisy for him to focus on his experiment, so be quiet. Especially you, Victor.

Victor: Oops, sorry. Roger, can you hear me? S-O-R-R-Y!

Kate: I don’t see Roger anywhere, though…

Victor: Ah, Roger’s curse ability is his “ears”. He can pick up sounds from a distance.

Victor: He apparently can deliberately divert his attention away from those sounds, so you don't have to worry about him listening in on your private conversations. Rest assured.

(I see. The curses have many different abilities.)

I was in awe, and my eyes met Harrison’s. He was leaning against a wall and appeared genuinely troubled.

Kate: Harrison.

Harrison: What?

Kate: Last night, you asked why I wanted to have anything to do with Crown.

Harrison: Yeah?

Kate: At that point of time, I only cared about wanting to return to where I came from. I wasn't ready to face all of you.

Kate: … I’m truly sorry for that.

Harrison: ...

Kate: I will perform my duties well, and earn everyone’s trust by observing Crown with my own eyes.

Kate: I will learn how to protect myself. Therefore, may I get to know all of you better?

I nervously held out my hand, and he slowly wrapped his hand around it.

At the exact moment I felt relieved, my hand was tugged—

Kate: Wah…!

I flew right into Harrison’s arms.

Harrison: … Are you really able to protect yourself like this?

He whispered in an alluring voice, and I quickly put some distance between us.

Kate: Y-Yes, I can protect myself. I’m determined to do just that.

Harrison: Hmm? Oh well, that’s none of my concern. Do whatever you want.

Victor: … Hm.

Victor: Hey, Kate. Harrison too.

Kate: Yes?

Harrison: What?

Victor wore a wide grin and his eyes were sparkling, he looked like he was up to something.

Victor: I just had a brilliant idea…—

[inmyfxith]

A Tale of Two Worlds - Part. II

Pairing: Jake Sully x f!reader

A/N: I voluntarily changed the plot of the movie Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness.

Warnings: NSFW / Soft Smut (My mind tells me that in real life it's okay but when in doubt I put it on anyway! Btw this is the first time I'm writing a scene like this…🫣)

Words: 3k5

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Part. I

After the war, the skies of Pandora cleared and the planet was at peace once more. The sky people were forced to depart, yet not all had to leave. Jake, in his wisdom, permitted a select few scientists, who were respectful of the ecosystem, to remain and continue their research. Among them was Spider, a young boy, whose parents had fallen in the final battle. Due to the dangers of cryonics, he could not be sent back to Earth and thus, grew up on Pandora, learning to live as the Na'vi did.

Despite initial reservations, the Omaticaya gradually came to accept the presence of a witch among them. They sought your counsel on various matters, yet often disregarded your advice. Each day, gifted by Eywa, was spent in the company of a towering, stubborn Na'vi. Despite your pleas for him to return to his human form, Jake had chosen to reside in his avatar, becoming Toruk Makto, rider of the last shadow, chosen by Eywa herself. Your meditations allowed you to connect to the collective consciousness, yet something felt amiss, an inexplicable yearning in your heart. You couldn't have been happier, yet the feeling of incompleteness lingered.

As the warm afternoon sun cast its rays upon the forest, you sat under the boughs of the Voice Tree, practicing your magic. The gentle laughter of a child caught your ear, and you rose to investigate the source. There, you stumbled upon a sight that took your breath away - Jake, perched upon a mossy rock, carefully whittling away at a branch with his knife, as Spider frolicked around him, laughter spilling from his lips.

You stood there, entranced, your heart overflowing with love as you watched the two of them. Spider approached Jake, a bouquet of radiant wildflowers clutched in his small hands.

"Look, Dad!" he exclaimed, his eyes alight with joy. Jake's face softened, a tender smile gracing his features as he took the flowers, ruffling Spider's hair affectionately.

"These are beautiful, thank you Spider," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of the boy's head.

The scene was at once heart-wrenching and heartwarming, as memories of the countless times you had held the little boy in your arms flooded your mind. Though he was not your biological child, you loved him as if he were your own flesh and blood. And yet, you could see the same love mirrored in Jake's eyes.

As tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, you retreated, your heart heavy with longing. Kneeling at the base of the Tree of Voices, you implored Eywa to grant you the ability to become a Na'vi for just one day, to love Jake freely, without reservation. But the wind blew through the tree, and your prayers seemed to dissipate in its wake.

Beneath a sky bursting with stars, you and Jake lay entwined in the lush grass. The gentle caress of his hand running through your hair, lulling you into a sense of peaceful contentment. As the silence stretched between you, you turned to him, a solemn expression etched upon your face. "Jake, there's something I wanted to talk to you about," you said. "It's about our future." Sensing the seriousness of your words, he looked at you, pulling away slightly so he could catch every expression you were about to present to him.

"What is it, love?" he asked.

"I know we've been together for a long time now, and I love you more than anything," you replied. "But I thought, maybe you'd like to start a family. Do you want kids?" You could feel the weight of your question settling between you, could see the longing in his eyes, the way his heart leaped at the thought of raising blue-skinned children and sharing the beauty of Pandora with them. But he also knew the harsh reality, that as humans, the possibility of having children of your own was not meant to be.

"I have thought of it," he said, his voice tinged with sorrow. "But my heart is already full with the love I have for Spider, he is like a son to me, and I could not ask for a more precious addition to our family." He looked at you with a tenderness that melted your heart, his gaze full of understanding for the longing you felt. "I know. And I love him, too. But I can't help but feel like I'm missing something. Like there's a part of our future that we can't have."

"I understand," he said, taking your hand in his, his touch sending a wave of warmth through you. "We have each other, and that's all that matters. And we have Spider. He's our family, and that's more than enough for me." You smiled, your heart overflowing with the love you held for him, and leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon his cheek. The stars above twinkled in the sky, as if in agreement, as you lay in each other's arms, content with the love you had.

As you drifted off to sleep, your mind wandered to the possibility of shape-shifting magic. Though you had resigned as Earth's guardian wizard, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was still so much to learn. And so, under the pretext of settling business, you returned to Earth and sought out the former supreme wizard, Doctor Strange.

Upon emerging from the portal, you were met with a sight of chaos. The streets of New York City were in turmoil, as an unseen creature wreaked havoc upon the city. Cars overturned, buildings crumbled, and screams echoed through the streets. But, just as you were about to conjure magic circles to defend yourself, Strange appeared like a beacon of hope, his sorcerer's garb adorned upon his frame. With fluid grace, he erected protective shields and summoned giant hands of magic to battle the creature. You couldn't help but feel a swell of admiration for your former master as he fearlessly defended the innocent. You joined him in the fray, your magics intertwining as you fought side by side. He sliced through the creature's tentacles with precision, while you levitated debris to hurl at the beast. The creature was revealed to be a one-eyed, tentacled monstrosity from another dimension, known as Gargantos.

The battle was fierce, and at times you found yourself thrown back by the creature's might. But Strange was relentless, and together you emerged victorious. The city was saved, and the creature lay defeated at your feet. As you approached him, Strange praised your bravery, but you had come with a purpose. You asked him about shape-shifting magic, and he warned you of the dangers and the high cost of such magic.

Disappointed with the trip, disappointed with his answer, you waited some time before returning to Pandora. No one was stronger than Strange, or at least you had never known anyone more powerful than him. As the days passed and your journey through the multiverse neared its end, your thoughts turned towards home. The memories of familiar faces and places, a comfort in the chaos of the unknown. Just as you were about to take your leave, a portal opened, and out stepped Wong, his face etched with concern.

"Your assistance is needed once more, come with me.”

You stood amidst the ancient halls of Kamar-Taj, the mystic arts pulsing around you, Doctor Strange and America Chavez by your side, a sense of wonder and trepidation gripped your heart. Strange's words, heavy with urgency, rang in your ears, "Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, seeks to take America's powers for her own."

Just as he finished speaking, the cacophony of chaos magic erupted, Wanda's relentless assault battering against the protective shields of the courtyard. Strange's commanded echoes through the halls, "Fall back, we cannot stand against her." The shields began to falter, the cracks deepening with each impact, and with a final burst, Wanda broke through.

As the Scarlet Witch closed in on America, ready to siphon her powers, an unwitting act by Chavez opened a portal to the multiverse, a tempestuous wind whipping around you, pulling you all into its swirling depths. You hurtled through the void, an infinity of realities flash before your eyes, each one a kaleidoscope of possibility and peril. Your senses reel, weightless and disoriented, unsure of how long this journey will last. And then, suddenly, you landed in a reality unlike any you've ever known. You turned to Strange and Chavez, both mirroring the same look of amazement on their faces. Strange's voice, tinged with awe, spoke, "We have landed in one of the infinite realities that make up the multiverse."

You traversed the endless expanse of the multiverse and found yourself in an alternate New York with Strange and Chavez, desperately seeking a way out of a battle that was not meant for you. On Earth-838, you were brought before the Illuminati, a powerful coalition of individuals once united by the Stephen Strange of that world to safeguard their universe from the most dire of threats, such as incursions and powerful beings. With the other members engaged in battle against the Scarlet Witch, you turned to Professor X, in hopes of finding a solution. He greeted you with a sober expression, as you cleared your throat and posed your question, "Professor, is there a way for me to change myself, to transform myself?"

His eyes met yours, the weight of his knowledge and experience etched upon his face. "It is impossible, my friend," he said solemnly. "The power to change one's shape, to alter one's form, it requires immense magic, magic that is often dark and corrupting."

You nodded, understanding dawning upon you. "I see, so there is no other way."

Professor X shook his head, "No, there is no other way. The path of true transformation is one that is fraught with danger, it is a path that leads to the abyss. It is a path that only the bravest, or the most foolish, would dare to tread."

With a sense of purpose and determination, you stepped away from the sanctuary of Professor X's presence, towards the battleground where the Illuminati had locked horns with the powerful Wanda.

As the dust settled and the destruction caused by Wanda's attack came to an end, you stood with your hands raised, surveying the scene before you. The members of the Illuminati lay dead at your feet, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal. Wanda had once been a friend, and to see her now as the enemy was a difficult pill to swallow.

Wanda's eyes met yours, and you spoke in a voice that was near to the pleading. "You were once my friend," you began "I know you understand my pain. I just want to be able to procreate, to have a family of my own. But my powers, my past as a hero, they make that impossible. I can't see myself as a mother, not with the threat that I pose to my family."

Wanda's expression softened, and with a wave of her hand, a thick crimson smoke enveloped your mind. The images that followed were of yourself, surrounded by children, your children, with Jake by your side, living a happy life in a different reality, one where you were able to overcome the limitations of your powers and be the mother you had always dreamed of being.

Amidst the vibrant hues of Pandora's verdant landscape, you and your love, Jake, sat entwined in a serene embrace, surrounded by your little tribe of blue-skinned offspring. As you gazed upon their playful gallopings and heard their melodic laughter, your heart swelled with boundless contentment and joy. A lifelong dream fulfilled, you now basked in the warmth of familial love, with Jake by your side, and a clan of your own.

With a smile that lit up his rugged features, Jake clasped your hand, his grip a testament to the boundless fortune that was yours. "It is beyond belief," he murmured, "how blessed we are, to have found one another, to have stumbled upon this paradise, and to have formed a family in this magical realm."

You nestled your head against his shoulder, your spirit overflowing with gratitude and happiness. "Indeed, my love," you whispered. "It seems as though every step of my journey led to this very moment. To be here, with you and our children, is all I could ever desire."

As the little ones scampered towards you, their wide eyes and toothy grins evoking peals of laughter, you couldn't help but feel a sense of proud adoration. Though they may be a handful, your heart swelled with love for each and every one of them. Scooping them up in your arms, you tickled them playfully, relishing in the symphony of their giggles and the sensation of their tiny bodies pressed against yours.

The weight of Wanda's manipulation heavy on your heart, you were torn between empathy and conviction. The longing for a family, the desire for something more, it all warred within you, clashing with the destruction and death that Wanda had wrought. But, as her anger and frustration burned in her eyes, you knew in your heart that you could not give in to her manipulation. You could not let her use your own vulnerabilities against you. With a steady voice, you spoke, "I am sorry, Wanda. I cannot let this continue. The destruction and loss of life caused by your actions is too great. I cannot stand idly by."

And with a final flare of chaotic magic, Wanda disappeared, leaving you alone amongst the rubble, the weight of responsibility heavy on your shoulders, uncertain of what the future may hold.

The chaos magic swirled around you, but you stood firm by America and Wong, determined to put an end to Wanda Maximoff's quest for power. In the heat of battle, you watched in awe and fear as the two powerful men battled it out, their powers illuminating the darkness.

But when Maximoff's hold on the Darkhold began to waver, you stepped forward, your voice resolute. "Alone, she may be too powerful for you, but together we can stop her."

With your combined strength, you and an undead Strange fought Maximoff until she was finally brought to Earth-838, where the true horrors of the Darkhold were revealed to her. Seeing the fear in the eyes of her alter ego's children, Tommy and Billy, Maximoff's heart broke and she fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. In that moment, she realized the true weight of her actions and knew that the Darkhold must never again fall into the wrong hands. With a determined look in her eye, Wanda turned to Chavez and said, "I will not destroy the Darkhold. But I will give it to someone who can use it for good." And with that, she handed the ancient book to you.

You held the Darkhold in your hands, feeling the weight of responsibility and the promise of power. With this ancient tome, you knew you could shape your own destiny and create the family you had always aspired to. As you left the ruins of Darkhold Castle, quickly passing through a portal to Pandora, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Wanda. For in the moment of her greatest regret, she had given you the greatest gift of all: the chance to live the life you had always dreamed of.

Wrapped in a canopy of vibrant emerald leaves, you stepped through the Pandora forest, your new form awakening your senses to a world of undiscovered smells and unheard melodies. Your desire to surprise Jake with your transformed beauty was stronger than ever as you sought him out. He was leaning against a trunk, his eyes closed, his dark locks swaying gently in the breeze. You couldn't help but smile, your heart fluttering with love.

You moved closer, lightly brushing your long, bluish fingers over his arm. Startled, Jake sprang to his feet, his hunting knife in his hand, confusion written all over his face. But as soon as his gaze met yours, his eyes widened with amazement.

"Oh my god," he said in a whisper. "It's you."

His admiration of your new appearance was palpable as he ran his hand over your bluish skin and bright eyes. "How did you do that?" he asked, mesmerized. You simply grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes, and shrugged, claiming it was all a bit of magic.

The desire to be closer to him was overwhelming. The embrace was a thing of beauty, a desire to be as close as one could be. You nestled into his chest, feeling his heart beating in perfect harmony with yours. His gentle fingertips danced around your body, exploring your curves with delicate caresses. Your breath quickened as his touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you.

Lifting his hand, you guided it to your waist, then pulled him closer and kissed him with all the tenderness in your heart. Never had you felt such rapture, and the sensations were dizzying. With a gentle rhythm, he moved his hips against you, pushing you ever closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Your eyes closed as a cry of pleasure escaped your lips, and he moved faster, driving you to the peak of pleasure. You cried out his name as you shivered with joy, quivering in delight.

The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, and you felt as if you were soaring on a cloud of pure bliss. As your bodies slowly calmed, Jake pulled you closer to him, brushing his lips against yours in a deep, savoring kiss. You lay there, entwined in each other's arms, until sleep took you away.

As you sat on the lush, green grass of Pandora, surrounded by your two young sons, Neteyam and Lo'ak, and Spider you couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming love and joy. You and Jake had always wanted a family, and now, here you were, with two beautiful children of your own.

But as you looked at your hands, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Your fingers had begun to turn black, a side effect of the dark magic you had used from the Darkhold. You had been using it to protect your family, but now you couldn't stop the corrupted thoughts from creeping in. The world of Pandora, which had once been so beautiful and peaceful, now seemed like a dangerous place, filled with threats to your children. You started to use your powers to destroy the plants and animals that you believed were a danger to Neteyam and Lo'ak. Jake tried to stop you, but you couldn't see the harm you were causing. You couldn't see that the Pandora you knew was disappearing right before your eyes.

Your mind became more and more consumed by the dark magic. You couldn't see that you were the one causing the destruction, that you were the one endangering your family and the planet they called home. The darkness took over, and it was too late to stop it.

Jake and the Omaticaya clan tried to intervene, but you were too far gone. The once idyllic world of Pandora was left in ruins, and your family was left to pick up the pieces of a life that was destroyed by the power of the Darkhold.

A portal of mystic energy opened, and out stepped the former Sorcerer Supreme, Doctor Strange. His eyes surveyed the ruin that was once the beauty of Pandora, his demeanor resolute.

"I have come for the Darkhold," he declared, his voice a force of conviction. Your heart raced as you heard his words, for the Darkhold was the only thing that had kept you and your family safe from the dangers that lurked in your mind. You couldn't let him take it away.

"No," you spoke, standing tall in defiance. "I need it to shield my loved ones."

But Strange was not swayed by your plea. "The Darkhold is a dangerous artifact, it must be destroyed," he replied. You felt a sense of hopelessness wash over you, for you could not let the former Sorcerer Supreme take the ancient book, the only thing that protected your family. As you stood there, locked in a battle of wills, the fate of the Darkhold, and your family's safety hung in the balance. A battle between protecting your family and preventing more significant harm to reality itself.

Tag -> @oyasumimosura

[felixitate]

needy | hhj (m.)

pairing: hyunjin x reader

summary: you didn't think teasing Hyunjin with your other fwb would turn him this needy.

rating & word count: 2k | 18+ (minors gtfo)

genre/au: smut, college!au, fwb!au, crack? lol

warnings/content: pining? hints of jealousy? dirty talk, penetrative sex (lowkey rough ngl), groping, teasing, breast play, marking,

a/n: happiest 24th to the love of my life and my main muse in skz! 230820 hyunjin haunted me so much that i dreamed of him last year so here we are. i never thought i'd post him first in this blog tbh so nice to meet y'all :)

“you’re busy?”

your lips fell into a frown after hearing that from your...whatever Hyunjin is to you. well, you should’ve expected that he could be busy when you visit. it’s technically your fault for showing up here in their dorms unannounced.

it just crossed your mind earlier to visit him today. no other reason at all.

“yeah, lowkey..” he sounds sorry, rubbing the back of his neck as he attempts to give you a rueful smile. 

you’re currently in his room, standing by the study table while he is organizing some art materials and books that he’s probably reading for one of his classes.

"hmm that's okay, i'll just head to jeno's then" you reassure him, fishing your phone to shoot your other friend Jeno a text.

as soon as Hyunjin heard the name, his regretful face changed into something else entirely. he knows Jeno from a couple of classes that they shared together since first year. and he unfortunately also knows how close the two of you are.

that’s why Hyunjin didn’t miss the kind of smile plastered on your pretty face right now. sitting down on his study chair, he watches your busy hands typing a response to whatever Jeno replied to you.

and you're stepping back slowly, away from him, to leave his room to go wherever your other fwb is.

"noooo"

you glance up from your phone after hearing that sound, raising your brows at Hyunjin. he’s making a grabby hand on his right while the other places the book he’s holding on the table. he looks adorable so you couldn’t help but take another step back just to tease him, enjoying how his pout went deeper.

being the natural tease that you are, you lift your tennis skort to keep your phone in your pocket, walking closer to Hyunjin with an amused smile. you had no plans to tease him but you couldn't placate the little pettiness bubbling in you.

resisting him's way more challenging though, especially when he's like this.

now it's indeed a mistake giving in to Hyunjin's adorable antics cause it gave him a chance to grab your whole body closer to him. he pulls you down to his lap, earning a surprise yelp from you but out of habit, your hands find themselves on his shoulders.

the two of you are staring at each other intently without saying anything. his hands though are comfortably holding your waist, a part of his habit of being the touchy person that he is.

you kinda have the same habit, your hands gradually moving to play around Hyunjin's long hair. you’d express how much you love his mullet the first time he had them, making use of it each time he eats you out.

it’s when he squeezes your waist that breaks your focus. there’s no pout on his gorgeous lips right now and before you could say something, one of his hands comes up to grab your face.

pulling you in for a kiss.

a somehow urgent one because his tongue prods your lips to open so you did. kissing Hyunjin’s been a favourite pastime of yours. sometimes you don’t even fuck and just make out when you meet up, something that’s probably not common in other people who are in the same case as you both.

your phone suddenly vibrates from your skort pocket, switching your attention to it. it’s probably Jeno so you should leave while you can. the brief making out should be enough for Hyunjin today.

but that seems to be not the case.

"hyune.." you start, attempting to concentrate despite feeling your body heating up as he continues pressing his lips on your jaw down to your neck after you break the kiss.

"hmm?" he mumbles against your skin, too busy sucking marks on your neck to pay attention to what you’re about to say.

"i-i need to leave..." a gasp escapes you, akin to a whine after his other arm pulls you in closer, causing your core to rub against his denim-clad crotch.

"after.." he whispers, lips moving down closer to your exposed chest.

both of Hyunjin’s hands are busy doing different things; one's stopping you from taking out your phone by palming your thighs and catching your hand to interlace it with his before bringing it back to his shoulders. the other is moving your hips back and forth so you end up grinding on him.

it’s like Hyunjin couldn’t hear you. all he’s thinking are ways to make you stay. he couldn’t possibly just let you leave with a simple kiss or makeout, he’s a better fwb than that. he can tell that whatever’s in that phone’s still in your mind but at least you're reciprocating, even rolling your hips against his hardening cock with bare guidance from his hands.

“but hyunjin..” he didn’t let you finish your sentence, immediately pulling down your top so he could have one of your tits in his mouth.

you thought that Hyunjin will treat them like usually does, sucking them gently while his hand does the same intensity with the squeezing. but today, he seemed determined, locking your shoulders as he alternates sucking your tits so you remained pliant.

this took you by surprise that you couldn’t help moaning his name and yelping when he bit your nipples. you have no idea what’s gotten into him. even when he’s needy, he’s never this rough but you’re liking it.

when Hyunjin was satisfied with playing with your tits, he hoists you up from his lap. you mindlessly follow, trying to remove your top but he beats you to it. he pushes you to his plush bed after, pouncing on you right away. after literally ripping the rest of your clothes off of your body, he gets rid of his except for his black tank top.

fully bare, you watch Hyunjin undress with awe. he’s too fucking gorgeous, with that thin necklace adorning his neck. your eyes didn’t miss the rings on his painted fingers too, catching your attention each time he pushes his long hair back.

his eyes are on you again, staring at your naked form like he can’t wait to devour you. feeling sexy at the way he stares, you spread your legs to let him see how wet you are because of him.

that's when you break Hyunjin's composure. without even bothering to remove this top, he suddenly grabs your legs as soon as he kneels on the bed. he looks down to check if you need any prepping, prodding his fingers at your soaking core.

“don’t need, just want you in me” you mewl, squirming at Hyunjin's touch.

“mhmm..only reason why you came here..”

even with the small pout returning to his handsome face, he doesn’t sound upset or anything, or at least you think he doesn't. he's gotten better at hiding his emotions from you these days but then it could be just a simple remark, which is true in the first place.

a moan slips from your lips when Hyunjin inserts one then two fingers to stretch you out a bit.

“n-no, that's not true ahh..” he tsks at your denial, deeming you ready for him so he lines himself up and pushes in you slowly while staring deeply at you again.

you're used to Hyunjin doing this as he's always been the type to look at you this way even if you're not fucking. but there's something in him today that you can't figure out so you feel slightly different receiving his stares.

deep grunts emit from Hyunjin, groaning at how tight you are around him. he couldn’t help but close his eyes in the process, leaning in for another kiss which you reciprocated with vigour. and once he feels you’ve adjusted, he leans back and gathers your legs together before pushing them against your chest.

his cock reaches you deeper this way, allowing you to feel every ridge of it rubbing against your sensitive walls. he’s way rougher in handling you, gripping your thighs tightly, those rings digging against your skin.

his thrusts are quite slow but he makes up for it by grinding and hitting your g-spot perfectly which sends your whole body into a frenzy. he's back to staring at you while he repeatedly hits it and you end up moaning so loud, earning a small smirk from him.

“fuck jinnie…”

you covered your mouth real quick, remembering Hyunjin's other friends staying in their rooms. he on the other hand, never bothered constraining his loud moans which surprised you. he doesn’t give a fuck, biting his lower lip and so engrossed in fucking you.

watching Hyunjin getting lost in pleasure with your pussy makes you giddy, clenching around his cock erratically and it's making him crazy.

"d-deep..hah"

you're getting overwhelmed with so much pleasure from everywhere but Hyunjin knows your body like you know his, parting your legs so he'd get closer to your face. he planted one hand beside your head for balance before leaning to kiss you again. his very soft lips, now swollen due to him keeping on biting them.

but then you release Hyunjin's lips after a while and he's sensing why.

"hyune..faster" you whine, sounding as needy as him.

“nooo, wanna stay longer inside you” he rasps by your ear, his breath hitting the shell which tickles you. all this is so new, him prolonging fucking you for whatever reason even knowing your lack of patience.

“don’t wanna leave this gdamn pussy till i fill it up” he whispers in between his grunts with the occasional whine which you reward him by pulling his hair. “many times..fuck, you’d like that right?”

all Hyunjin got from you were whiny "yeahs" and calls of his name. he's not faring well either, torn between wanting to just stay inside you or chase his peak and maybe fuck you again if you'll let him. but he can't leave you unsatisfied so he chooses the latter, making sure you finish first before him.

the two of you were so engrossed with each other that neither of you heard Changbin's steps before he barged in the door. his scream disrupts you both and Hyunjin immediately covers your body with his even when Changbin instantly turns his back while covering his eyes.

he quietly curses but you're just smiling, finding this hilarious because locking the doors slipped your and Hyunjin's minds earlier. it's not Changbin's fault that Hyunjin's bed is directly positioned in front of the doors.

"shit, my bad" he comments as he retreats but not without adding "you're sexy though" to your way before closing the door. it causes the man on top of you to whine in displeasure and you think he's about to cry. not only that he have to witness one of his friends see you naked but Changbin also complimented you although it's true.

you comfort him in return, carding your hands through his sweaty hair.

"hyune.." a small chuckle leaves you when he doesn't budge, replying only with a muffled grumble against your neck. he's hugging you tightly too, nuzzling his hair against your hold.

it's comforting, the way you both are entwined like this but your phone rings from somewhere, prompting you to release him. you tried to get out of Hyunjin's hold while he's whining, his cock slipping out from your used cunt but he eventually relents.

you reach for your skort from the bed, retrieving your phone from its pockets to message Jeno that you can’t make it anymore. well, you're definitely too tired to meet up with him later if Hyunjin fucks you again.

speaking of, the needy boy moves closer behind you, probably seeing who you're texting so of course, his hands are back on you.

“you up for more?” he’s now breathing heavily against your shoulders as he starts grinding his hard cock against your ass. you don't get how he's still so needy, kneading your tits right now while you're still on your phone.

wait, didn’t he say earlier that he’ll let you go after?

e/n: i meant to post a fic based on his recent song but that would probably be a longer one + warlock!hyune 💀. meanwhile, i already started this last year so might as well hehe

[bigkpopstan]

PEG HEE WOULD BE SO FUCKING HOT

IT WOULD, his reactions would be so priceless too 🥺. maybe rubbing circles into his hips while his moans are steadily increasing in octave and general loudness. now I’m picturing a needy hee pushing his hips back 🥲.

[ackermonie]

like a hot dad

content: nsfw, long haired levi, breeding kink, daddy/mommy kink if u squint, dilf levi, post war canon

warnings: +18 content, mild manga spoilers, f!bodied reader.

wc: 1.5k~

tags: @motherfckerrr bc they commented ehe

a/n: i genuinely had no idea where this was going i just kept writing and somehow ended up with being h word for dilf long haired levi and idk how to take it back tysm

also pls reblog if u can!! i’m tryna gain back my old followers from my previous blog due to shadowban, so spreading the word could def help!! tysm either way<3

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do you think levi would grow his hair out post-war?

idk mahn but the vision of him with a short wolf-ish is really getting to me.

i feel like maybe he’d let it grow accidentally. with the healing process for his knee and the rest of his wounds i feel like he wouldn’t really care about his hair, and you’re totally in for it.

it’s a huge change. for years, you’re used to levi’s neat hair and infamous undercut, and you were 100% into it. but now as he finally lets you cut his hair for him instead of doing it himself, you kinda slowly fix it in a wolf cut and let it grow gradually.

you’d come up with excuses every time he asks you to cut his hair.

“i have so much to do around the house today, my love. maybe tomorrow?”

“oh, i’m on my period today. i can barely stand up.”

“oh! i forgot i have to go get stuff from the market! i’ll be meeting gabi and falco, i can’t be late, can i?”

once he gets frustrated with you, the raven silk was already down to his nape. it shaped his face beautifully, and once you caught him with a pair of scissors in the bathroom, your soul left your body.

“WAIT!” you dash to him, holding down the armed left hand. “you’re not left handed! you wanna ruin your hair??”

“shut up,” he rolls his eyes at you. “you’ve been putting me off for months. look how long it’s gotten!” he gestures with a hand to the mirror in front of you two. “i look hideous.”

you slip the scissors from his hands, and levi catches the little sly smile that slips on your face as you squeeze yourself between his body and the sink.

you watch the realization fall on his face while your hands slip in his hair.

“is this what i get for letting my guard down around you?”

“you look beautiful,” you tell him, love struck as you are, never missing the pink dust that rushes to his cheeks “everyone compliments you for it. you still wanna cut it off again?”

“i don’t give a shit about anyone else.” he grumbles and looks down between you both, leaning on his cane. “i don’t look representable.”

“you don’t have to look representable,” your tone lowers in sincerity. a thumb grazes the scar on the right side of his face. “you’re not a captain anymore, my love. you’re free to do whatever your heart pleases.”

he looks up at you, features blank, but you know well how your words are tossing and turning in his brain.

“besides,” your smile returns back to your face, and you pull him a little closer. “you look extremely hot.” a hand trails down to the hem of his shirt, your eyes following the movement, then you return your gaze back up to him. “like a hot dad.”

his eyebrows shoot up, playfulness making an appearance on the previous stoic features. “like a hot dad?”

“mmhm,” you affirm with a mock-nonchalant nod, and you slip away from him jjjuuust when he was about to pull you in. you look at him over your shoulder, mischief pure in your gaze. “i’ll go check on dinner for the guests coming tonight. feel free to join.”

only except that ten minutes later, the kitchen is completely empty and you two didn’t manage to make it past the living room. he was seated on the sofa, head throw back with his fucking hair framing his delicious expression like that, you swear you could cum untouched in your position between his legs as you get to work.

“like a hot dad, huh?” he mumbles, all breathless and shit once you were seated in his lap, his length stretching you perfectly. a hand reaches up to wipe away the remaining of his previous climax on the corner of your lips. you throw your head in the crook of his neck, the pleasure of your hips rolling skillfully against his hitting you bad. “you could’ve just asked, lovely. wanna make me a daddy?”

you manage a shaky nod when he begins to meet your hips halfway.

a hand trails up from your waist to garb your neck, squeezing deliciously as he pulls you away from his neck to take a good look at you. “words, my love.”

“yes,” you nod, eyes closed in bliss. one of your hands grab the wrist of the hand around your neck. “wan’ make y-you a…hhah… daddy.”

“fffuuck…” he groans out when you squeeze around him, letting himself gather enough strength before he throws you off of him and onto the sofa. when your thighs are squeezed together at the painful loss of contact, a palm falls on one of them, leaving a flushed mark in its wake.

“open wide, baby.” he grabs a hold of his cock while he holds the back of your opening thigh to keep the pair apart. the years upon years in the survey corps leave you as flexible as you can be, so when he presses your thigh back, your joints bend easily at his will. pumping himself a few times as he gazes at your glistening folds, another groan breaks out from deep in his chest.

“god, look at you.” he rolls his hips in, and you feel him slip through so pleasurably that you can’t hold back the loud whimper that escapes you.

because damn, how could you not from this view? this is a face of a determined, pussy-drunk man. sweat broke on his forehead, a few strands sticking to the skin while the rest of his hair falls around his face perfectly. you see a ting of pain on his features, and you scatter to try to change your position for a more comfortable one for him, but he is quickly pushing you back down to the couch, a hand falling to your lower abdomen.

the pressure he puts there makes you forget your own name, and it shows on the way your body shivers with bliss. his thrusts increase in velocity, the maddening roll of his hips against yours throwing you in a whole other dimension.

a hand reaches out to grab yours, and through the dizzying pleasure, you realize that levi is pressing your own hand to your abdomen underneath his.

“look how deep inside am i,” he grumbles, leaning down to press a kiss on your bouncing tits. you feel his length stroke in and out of you the more levi puts pressure on your hand. “taking me so well. always so well, baby.”

he takes control of your hand once more, feeling you squeeze familiarly around him, and he pushes your fingers through his hair. you yank on the strands immediately, pulling out a fucking growl out of the man as he leans down until your chests were touching, putting a bit of his body weight on you for support.

you latch onto him like a koala, the burn of your core muscles stretching as he pushes you in a mating press mixes well with your pleasure-high brain. levi kisses, licks, bites down on your neck to leave marks you’ll have trouble hiding later, but you don’t give a shit. you arch your neck more, letting out a long moan when he nips at a certain spot, the bliss turning you mad.

levi is breathless. his puffs of air fan your face when he brings his face on top of yours. a whimper escapes past his lips, his features twisted with pleasure uncontrollably, and you drown in the sounds he makes.

“wann’ make you a mommy too,” he mumbles, open lips landing on the corner of your lips. “wanna…hhah… fill you up. over,” he pauses, delivering an especially harsh thrust that you feel at your cervix. “and over again.”

“levi, i’m so—,”

your body begins to curl into him, eyes closing uncontrollably, and the poor man barely has any chance to ready himself for the way you tighten impossibly around him as you give him your first climax.

your body shivers and quivers, shaking as he overstimulates you chasing after his own pleasure. he leans back up, hands harshly grabbing your lips as he manages to pull you even deeper, and you tightness milk him.

it isn’t the first time he cums inside you, but this one sure hits different. after a few more thrusts that manage to abuse your cervix, levi stills stiffly with a strong groan, and you feel his warmth coat your walls .

he gives you a few more deep strokes as he leans down to kiss you deeply, making sure he fucks all his load deep enough.

his hips still once more, but you keep devouring his lips. weak moans are erupted from both of you as you two calm down gradually, before levi throws sway your attempts of calming down your still-raging arousal when he pulls away, leans up, and slowly pulls out of you.

and he watches the mixture of both your orgasams begin to pool out of you, and you watch as he takes two fingers to push everything back in. you shamelessly roll your hips against bis digits once more.

he looks up at you, fingers still engulfed, snd a smirk takes over his handsome features.

“one more time for good measures?”

[jaylaxies]

SUBMIT TO ME

PAIRING : jay x fem!reader

GENRE : smut, rich ceo jay, sub!jay, pole dancer reader, oral (m receiving), choking, handcuffs, degradation kink, praise kink, mommy kink.

WC : 2.7k words

SYNOPSIS : a young ceo has been visiting your nightclub bar from the previous two months, his eyes never leaving yours as you pole dance with the most alluring expression he's come across. what if he suddenly decides that he wants more? what if he bets that you won't be able to make him submit by the end of the night?

WARNING : 18+ content

AN : i really suck at writing synopsis so bare with me lmao. this fic is based off this request.

you sighed, applying the last dab of your makeup blush, finally ready for your performance tonight as joy, your co-worker, excitedly made her way towards you. "do you think he'll be here tonight?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. "he's been coming here every friday from the past two months joy, what makes you think that he'll miss it today?" you theorised, a faint smirk present on your face. "his eyes never leaves your body y/n" she states, fairly amused by the fact that you managed to catch eye of the young ceo, a handsome one at that. "i wonder when he'll finally take you home" she added, "they aren't allowed to take us home honey" you reminded joy one final time before you both were called out for your job.

being a pole dancer was something you needed to do, it used to be a hobby before, but situations changed, you needed money for your university courses and this was the best source of income you could attain with your current scenario. getting out of dressing room, you put on your most alluring expression as the music starts playing. after a few minutes, you gradually looked up to that one particular sofa table, not too far and not too close, just distant enough for him to see you clearly. your eyes met his, only his were hooded with darkness and desire. as soon as he realised that you were staring at him, he smirked and licked him plump lips, the small gesture making your breath hitch. he looked breathtaking in his overpriced suit, hair messily parted from the side to complete his look, it made you want to corrupt him.

the bar was full of other rich people, yet your eyes never left his. one hour passed, your shift was over, you went back to the dressing room to change into your regular clothes. "i saw you both" joy sang, "he definitely wants to fuck you" she stated as you shook your head, "it doesn't work this way joy" you sighed. truth being told, you did find the stranger attractive but having false hopes wouldn't be very helpful. you and joy were about to leave just as your manager came in, "y/n could you stay back for a moment please" he requested and you nodded, mildly confused about the situation, joy stayed with you.

"you don't have to do this if you feel uncomfortable alright?" he advised you, to which you nodded yet again. "there's a man outside, probably in his early 20s, a young ceo. he wants to take you home" he filled you in with the situation. you realised that the man outside is probably the one you and joy were talking about a few minutes back. "take me home?" you repeated, pointing at yourself and he nodded. "he's offering you ten thousand dollars for a night, yet he didn't mention if it was for sex or just for your company" he informed you. now, you definitely needed that money, it would be helpful considering your struggles to get decent food have been increasing by day. joy squealed, "ten thousand dollars? oh y/n you should definitely go" she exclaimed.

"can i talk to him about it?" you asked your manager, you wanted to get a deep understanding of what you were getting yourself into. "sure, do you want me to call him in?" he asked, "that'd be great, thank you mr. moon" you smiled at the man. joy gave you a big smile alongside a thumbs up and left with him. you took a deep breath, as his tall figure entered the room. he spotted you near the mirror and came extending his hand, you could smell his expensive perfume from the proximity, "hello, i'm jay park, the ceo of park enterprises" his voice was smooth and had a deeper tone to it. "hello, i'm y/n" you introduced yourself plainly shaking his hands, mainly because you had nothing to boast about except that you're a student in a university. "so, i'm guessing that mr. moon has already informed you about my proposal" he questioned, his eyebrow quirked to impose it further. you hummed, "yes he did, but i presume that you failed to mention your intentions with this proposal" you retorted.

clearing his throat, he spoke, "feel free to say no miss y/n" you nodded, "i want to spend the night with you" he declared and it was your turn to quirk an eyebrow, "you mean you want to have sex with me?" you simplified it. "if that's how you want to put it, then yes" he confirmed. "and how will that work?" you interrogated yet again, your composure calm. "i'll take you to my penthouse, if you agree that is, we can talk for a while before having sex and you're free to stay the night. along with that, i'll be paying you a sum of ten thousand dollars, we can negotiate if you want more. please don't hesitate to add anything if you want it" he finished explaining. you took a moment to think about it, sex with an attractive ceo? yes please. getting money for that was a desirable addition to it. "i can agree to this on one condition mr. park" you told him, "and what would that be miss y/n?" he enquired. "submit to me" you smoothly said making his expression pool with amusement. he thought it over for a minute, "let's make this a challenge miss y/n, make me submit by the end of the night and i'll give you double the sum of money, how does this sound to you?" he offered.

the corners of you mouth turned up after hearing his challenge. you were confident about this. extending your hand, you said, "challenge accepted mr. park" and he shook your hand, a smirk resting on his face. you noticed that his grip was firm in your hand, making you wonder if he works out a lot. "shall we?" he asked, guiding you towards the exit and to his luxurious car. you followed him, mentally thanking yourself for wearing lace undies today. the ride was basically you two getting to know each other and you were right, his free time was devoted to gym, explaining his lean yet muscular built. "i'm guessing you've never been a sub before" you asked and he nonchalantly answered, "yeah, and i'll probably never be one in the future" it made you laugh, it's just a matter of time that he'd submit, you thought.

the drive wasn't long, and soon you were in the elevator of this high class building, going up to the penthouse. jay was highly impressed, he never expected you to be so bold, the way your calm composure never changed made it even better, he couldn't wait to ruin you in sheets. getting inside the penthouse, you noticed how big it was, definitely big for just one person to live, it looked classy nevertheless; grey, black and white ruling over the interior. "like it?" he asked, turning towards you, "you're asking a poor uni student if she likes a luxurious penthouse? yeah no" you let out a dry chuckle. it caused jay to laugh, finding humour in whatever you had to offer. "please make yourself comfortable" he said in the most gentlemanly way possible and went somewhere, only to return back with two wine glasses and one expensive looking wine, pouring it out for you which you accepted with a 'thank you'.

deciding to be spontaneous, you straddled him on the sofa, your skirt riding up in the process, hooking your hands at the back of his neck, "is my baby impatient now" he more or less stated, taking a sip of his wine, which you took from his hand while answering, "not yet, but you'll be impatient soon pretty boy" you took a sip from his glass, your eyes never leaving his. smirking, he pulled your face closer by your nape so that your noses were touching, "you can't control me princess" he whispered. your free hand trailed down to his growing erection, gently caressing it with your fingers. you didn't miss the way his breathing hitched for a moment, then going back to his usual tough expression, "i wouldn't bet on that jay" maybe it was the way you whispered his name, the way no one else did before, made his member twitch. it didn't go unnoticed by you. letting out a low laugh, you emptied the glass in one gulp and kept the glass on one of the side tables.

"i would" jay said before capturing your wet lips into a heated kiss, your hand gripping his neck to assert dominance while his grabbed your nape. getting up, he guided you towards his bedroom, kiss never breaking. as soon as you entered the room, jay was pushed against the wall, "you shouldn't" you further continued on with the conversation, removing his blazor in the process. he gasped at your power, he wanted more, but his ego is too big for him to surrender. suddenly, he switched the sides and now you were the one against the wall, his one leg parting your legs. "maybe you shouldn't" he retorted, making you scoff. you grabbed his chin, pulling his face closer, your other hand already in his pants as you massage his hardened member, "i know you love it pretty boy, you just have to ask for it once" you mockingly pecked him, increasing your speed. jay groaned at the feeling, his tip already leaking with precum.

taking your hand out, he pushed you towards his king sized bed. he hovered above you, "give yourself a break baby, let me take care of you" he said, opening your blouse buttons and discarding your skirt, leaving you in your lace garments. the sight making him lose his control even further. yet again, he kissed you, this time it kept trailing down to your neck as you sighed in pleasure. as you felt him marking you, he was switched, now laying on the bed. sitting on his hard on, you unbuttoned his black shirt, throwing it away in the process as his hand trailed all over your body. your gaze went to the shiny metal kept on the bedstand, speedily grabbing it, you cuffed one of his hands to the bed post, locking it and dropping the key on the floor, farther than he can reach. "fuck" he cussed out loud, trying to free himself from this restrain.

"aw, did dumb fuck forget to keep his toys inside? too bad now you'll have to pay" you said in a sickeningly sweet voice. he had never been a fan of degradation but why'd it feel so good coming out of your mouth? he knew he was fucked up now, restrained from doing anything. your eyes gazed his while removing your left over clothing articles. jay muttered a string of curses seeing your body in full display, his head tilting back, and eyes closing to control his emotions. you gripped his neck, his eyes opening in the process, "keep your eyes open slut, we don't want you getting punishments now, do we?" you asked yet he remained silent, not accepting his defeat yet. you laughed at his antics, "punishment it is then" you said making your way towards his crotch area. finally removing his pants and boxers.

his dick sprang up to his abdomen, you admired how thick it was, veins prominent on it. without much ado, you started stroking him. his breathing getting heavier by second, "you like that whore?" you asked, increasing your pace. you got no answer, only small whimpers that jay was trying to conceal. you leaned down and licked a stripe from his base to the tip, a moan leaving his mouth at this. kissing and licking his length, you could feel him nearing so you finally decided to take him in your mouth, his length hitting the back of your throat. jay was a mewling mess by now, his free hand tangled in your hair as he jerked his hips to reach the climax, causing you to stop your activity, "did i tell you that you could move?" you asked, jay's mind was too hazy to form any answers. he was close, so close. not listening to you, he started pumping himself with his free hand, it was of no use though, it didn't feel half as good as you did. you watched the scene unfold with amusement.

his eyes watery with frustration, he knew that only you could help him reach his climax yet he kept trying to get closer to his release. letting out a whimpered sob, he stared at you. your hand already rubbing circles in your clit, pleasuring yourself. you moaned, inserting one of your digit into your swollen folds. jay couldn't take it anymore, seeing you pleasuring yourself with such ease while he struggled to even reach his high, "please" he cried, his voice barely a whisper. "oh? did my whore say something?" you asked with a smug smile, continuing your movement. he bit his lips, but didn't reply. you took this as your chance to start grinding on his hard on, pinching his nipples along with it. broken sobs left his mouth as his free hand gripped the sheets. yet again he neared his organism but you denied it, getting off him and taking care of yourself, soon releasing your fluids in the process. jay could only wish he would cum now, yet you denied his orgasm twice more.

he was exhausted of keeping up this tough facade of his, which is almost broken by now. tears stained his red cheeks, "p–please" he finally spoke up. "the slut speaks now?" you said, gripping his neck in the process, causing him to look down in defeat. you smirked, "should've listened to me no?" you slapped his dick, he moaned at the feeling. "ah, my whore likes that huh?" you asked. "please mommy ahh" he screamed as you finally sank down on him, your walls clenching around his throbbing member, riding him at a slow pace. "voice out your needs slut" you commanded. "fuck me mommy, i'll be good for you" he finally submitted to you. "you've been such a bad boy though, what can i do with you now?" you asked as you put two fingers in his mouth, which he glady sucked on which made you increasing your pace. hot tears streamed down his face. you felt good, so good around him. "i'm going to cum–" he screamed and this time you let him. "cum in me baby boy" you allowed. his overstimulated self didn't hesitate to spill his seed into you with wailing sobs.

choking him yet again, you asked, "tell me baby, why did you get punished?" gripping his hair, you made him look up to you. his big eyes stared at you, red with crying so much. he sniffled quietly, "because i didn't accept that i'm a sub mommy" you pecked him for his answer, "good boy" your praises making fogging his mind. "do you agree that you're a sub now?" you urged him. "yes mommy, fuck i'm a slut for you" he answered and you pecked him again. "do you like being tied up then slut?" he whimpered, "yes i love it mommy" your questions edged him to the point that he came again, without even you touching him.

"you did so well for me" you filled him up with praises and uncuffed him, deciding that he's had enough for a day. "are you alright?" you ask him, a bit hesitant, "yeah, i am good" he let out, still catching his breath, "was i too harsh?" you asked as you were pretty sure he'd never been denied orgasms before, "no, i liked it" he shyly admitted causing you to smile as kiss him. you cleaned him up and applied lotion to his red hand while he stared at you as if you were a masterpiece. he slept cuddling you, somehow getting a protective reassurance in your presence, you noticed how he had probably been sub all along yet never got the chance to experience it.

the next morning, he woke up alone in his bed, disappointed that you left already. thankfully, he had already gotten your number from your manager. he removed his boxers and slowly started to stroke his member, thinking about how you edged him last night. moaning loudly, he recorded himself, "mommy" he whined, "your little slut needs you" he moaned, finally sending the clip to you, not knowing what awaits him at night.

© jaylaxies

[notreallysorryxx]

ζ 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 & 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 Ꮺ ♡

#You confess to Uki underneath the starry night sky.

"Uki?" you called out to the purple haired psychic that sat next to you on the balcony. "What is it, Y/N?" his answer, although to some people sounded harsh, was as normal as could be from Uki. And it never failed to put a smile on your face, however strange it was to smile about something like that. "What's your favourite constellation? Can you show me it?" As you asked the question, Uki turn to you, shock written across his face. He smiled at you nevertheless, pointing out a constellation. "That one, it's called 'Crux'." The constellation he was gesturing to was a simple looking cross formation. You still thought it was beautiful nonetheless.

Both of you went quiet, enjoying each other's company and staring at the star. Your mind race with thoughts about Uki, which wasn't out of the norm for you as you were in love with the psychic. The silence was broken by another question from you, "Do you ever get the feeling that you're in love?" Since you said it so quietly, almost at a whisper, you didn't expect for Uki to answer. "All the time," he mumbled. You turned to him, "Really?" Uki nodded. "Yeah." He started to explain, "I always feel that way. I can't help it." He broke his explanation off as he looked at you. His eyes shone under the night sky, his eyes sparkling. His lips were upturned in a small smile.

Although it wasn't his usual content smile. It was one of sadness and disappointment. "I'm in love with someone and I know that. But I also know they don't feel the same." He sighed, leaning on the railing of the balcony, his chin in his hands. You nodded, understanding his words. "I know how brutal unrequited love is." Your words trailed off as you watched Uki's sad facial expression changed into a blank stare, no emotion written on his face. "Hmm." Did I offend him? you thought. But I didn't do anything, did I? "Uki?" "What?" "How would you react if someone confessed their love for you right now, like suddenly?" you questioned. Even though you were trying to be sneaky, you could tell that Uki had somewhat caught on.

"Well, I'd except it if it was a certain person," Uki smiled. "Then, would you go out with me, Uki?" You waited for his response, holding your breath. Grinning, Uki gently took your hand, "Of course I would." You grinned as well, intertwining you and Uki's finger together and leaning on his shoulder. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long. I thought this was just a dream that would never be real," you whispered. "Dreams are visions, in some sense. You can dream of the future sometimes; it happens to me every once in a while, " He leaned down slightly, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, and then another on your nose.

You giggled at the ticklish sensation of his hair on your skin, looking up at Uki. The distance between the two of you was small and you could feel his breath on your lips. Uki watched you, giving you a chance to move away, but you maintained the close proximity, only moving closer. You slowly moved to place your lips on Uki's, waiting for him to reciprocate the kiss. When he did, your free hand gradually tangled into his hair, pulling, and trying to deepen the kiss. Uki's tongue traced your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let him in, your tongues tangling.When you both pulled away you were out of breath. You looked down, noticing Uki's let in between your thighs. "Let take this somewhere else, yeah?" Uki asked, out of breath. You nodded, agreeing, and lead Uki off the balcony.

You weren't prepared for what was to come, but you knew that you would be fine as long as you were in Uki's hands.

I'm definitely not the best at writing more suggestive scenes...but I don't think this one is that bad.

[spenciegoob]

Dethroned (Requested)

A/N: I know the request said the relationship between Reader and Luke is platonic, but I kinda dropped subtle hints that Luke is slightly pining for Reader... oop.

Request: smutty post-prison Reid being jealous. Like him just being absolutely in love with reader, like he had been since she joined the BAU but was too nervous to say anything so settled for being mega close best friends. Then when he returns from prison he finds out that her and Luke have become close friends whilst he’s been gone (its simply platonic though) and he ends up snapping and just absolutely annihilating the reader over her desk in the office after everyone else has left

Pairing: Post Prison!Spencer x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: jealous!spencer, exhibition, hair pulling, degradation/praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Masterlist

Word Count: 3.9K

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It was a gradual realization on his part. Spencer was so overwhelmed with coming home, his mom and Cat to even really take notice in the shift of your attention from him to Luke Alvez.

It wasn’t like you completely ignored him since his return. You were Spencer’s best friend, the title he settled on all those years ago when you all but skipped into the BAU and into his life.

And it wasn’t like you didn’t have other male friends. Before his leave, Derek and you had gotten along pretty well right off the bat, and Spencer never thought about it twice. If anything, he was ecstatic that two people that were so important in his life were also important to each other.

But when Spencer was stuck behind physical bars that represented every feeling for you he’s tried to keep at bay, you found comfort in Luke. He couldn’t blame you for that either, especially when the first time you visited him all he could see was hurt in your eyes, and all he could do was stare back with the same expression.

The first time he noticed the shift was after everything had settled, and the groove of life, for the team at least, was back in motion. You all had decided to go out and grab a drink, and the second you agreed, Spencer was also on board. He would follow you just about anywhere if it meant the smile on your face when he said yes stayed forever.

Luke had whispered something in your ear, the music in the bar too loud for Spencer to catch what it was. It had to be hilarious by the way you threw your head back in laughter, Luke’s eyes immediately dropping to the newly exposed skin, before nudging his shoulder with yours. 

Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off the conversation in front of him. He should have when the grip on his glass was so hard it could’ve shattered. 

“You know, kid, if you talked to her, she’d know how you feel,” Rossi had told him that night.

“That’s exactly why I can’t,” Spencer thought in his head, but merely gave Rossi a whatever, and walked away to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror that night, hoping the disgust he felt for how angry he got whenever he saw you with Luke was enough to make it disappear.

It never did.

Like right now, Spencer sat at his desk, a rubber band ball being suffocated in his hand as he watched you perch yourself on top of Luke’s desk. It was an innocent act on you part, but the way Luke leaned back in his chair, opening himself up to you, and allowed his eyes to flicker to your bare legs that were swinging back and forth softly was definitely not innocent... not in Spencer’s book anyway.

It came as no surprise to Spencer that Luke would at the very least find you attractive. You were, in every aspect. Spencer could stare at your for hours, and sometimes, he did.

He would look at the way your skirt hugged your curves in the best possible way, or he would stare at your neck when you leaned back to stretch out. He would watch the way you crossed and uncrossed your legs, a nervous habit you’ve always had. Spencer would think about how soft they probably were, like silk rubbing against each other.

But now Luke was also looking at you like that while you talked about what you were going to do this weekend. 

“If you’re not busy, you should totally come,” you told him, obviously excited with the idea of Luke tagging along to wherever you planned on going.

“Yeah, I think I can make that work,” he agreed, and when he did, you jumped up off his desk, enthusiasm practically dripping from you.

“Yes! It’ll be so much fun, I promise!” And then you did the one thing Spencer silently begged you would never. You kissed Luke on the cheek before scurrying back to your desk.

Of course you would kiss him on the cheek. To you, that was a seemingly innocent and friendly action, one that Spencer had been on the receiving end of for the past 10 years. 

But now, Luke stole his crown and was flaunting it in front of Spencer’s face like an older brother who just got an XBOX for Christmas. Okay, maybe Spencer was a tad on the dramatic side, but how could he not be when Luke all but physically railed you over his desk when his eyes unashamedly did?

There were many things Spencer could take and get back up like nothing had happened. He’s been shot, punched, kicked, framed for murder and hell, he even stabbed himself, but none of that compared to the deep rooted anger that blossomed in his chest like a flame to gasoline when the thought of Luke touching you swarmed his brain.

Enough was enough.

“Alright, you’ve all worked enough today. Please, go home and get some rest,” Emily’s voice traveled from outside her office door to the agents that still inhabited the bullpen like a second home. Most, including Emily in its rarity, gathered their stuff to finally call it a night.

“So, you’ll text me the information?” Luke asked you as he was putting his jacket on. You had yet to move from your slouched position over whatever paperwork you insisted on finishing before leaving. 

“Yeah, definitely!” You beamed up at him before returning back to your case file immediately. Luke walked away with a little more pep in his step than usual per Spencer’s analysis. 

“Hey, Spence. Do you think you can hang back a second and look over this for me?” You asked him, catching the attention of the stumbling genius as he tried to get back to his apartment as fast as possible and deal with his... issues with you and SSA Luke Alvez.

He was going to say no, really he tried, but when he looked up to your puppy dog eyes and slight pout, how could he? Spencer knew you were giving him that face on purpose, he had told you in the past that if you were to ever give him your best puppy dog eyes, he could never refuse.

Now it was coming back to bite him in the...

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Spencer made his way over to your desk that was piled high in paperwork more than anyone else’s.

“I took a bunch of work home, and I accidentally dropped all my files and they scattered every where. So now, all the paperwork is mixed up and Emily needs these by tonight. Basically I’m screwed, but I just wanted to make sure the arsonist in Kentu-”

“I’ll help you,” Spencer interrupted your rambling once he got a grip on himself after adjusting to being so close to you. The smell of your perfume wafted into Spencer’s nose and got him drunk faster than any alcohol could ever. 

“Oh no, Spence. Don’t worry I can handle this,” you immediately shut him down, but Spencer was not easy to convince, and once his mind is set to something, there’s no changing it.

“I want to, trust me.” Spencer had started to roll his desk chair over to you. You sat there momentarily stunned for two reasons:

1. He had dropped everything to help you.

2. He wasn’t affected by the close proximity of you two the same way you were, or at least knew how to hide it really well.

The buzzing of your phone on your desk pulled you from your trance as Spencer settled next to you and went to pull a new file from your overgrowing pile. 

You picked it up to find a text from Luke, opening your phone to a picture of Roxy enjoying the toy you got her last week.

Spencer turned to you to find you smiling and letting out a breathy laugh at your phone.

“What?” He asked, more sarcasm dripping from his tone than expected. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

“Just Luke and Roxy. I love that dog so much,” you said while putting your phone on silent and setting it face down. You didn’t look up at Spencer, but if you did you’d find him beet red with anger, and holding the armrests of his chair a little tighter than necessary. 

“Hm,” was all he mumbled in response. This, you didn’t ignore.

“Is something wrong? You really don't have to do this with me,” you fumbled over your words, worried that your clumsiness and disorganization was what was annoying Spencer.

“No no, it’s not this. I like paperwork, actually.” You finally looked over at Spencer to find him already staring at you. His gaze bore into you like a blade to the gut, his intensity something you had never been on the receiving end of. It would be a lie if you were to say it wasn’t making you nervous.

“Then what is it.” Your words were not meant to come out as a whisper, but with Spencer’s intimidation and the way it made your stomach flip, you were overwhelmed already.

“Nothing, just, uh,” his confident persona was gone just as quickly as it came. “You and Luke, huh?”

Now it makes sense. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched across your features at his unknowing admission. Spencer Reid was jealous, actually jealous.

“Yeah, he’s a great friend.” Your emphasis on the word friend did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words crawling up his throat out.

“I’m sure he thinks the same about you. The profile in this case fi-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Two can play at this game, and if it was going to end the way the two of you were unknowingly both hoping, you would have to succumb to the rules.

“Hm? Oh! So you’re oblivious to the way he looks at you?” Spencer spat back, jealous intimidation turning to full anger now.

“Jesus, Spencer. Of course I’m not oblivious, but that doesn’t mean I look at him like that.” At this point, you stood up from your chair, Spencer’s approach throwing you off and getting you more worked up than you cared to admit.

“Besides, I have eyes for someone else,” you mumbled quietly under your breath, but Spencer caught it. “I’m calling the night. I suggest you do the same.”

You picked up as many files you could, not wanting to reach over Spencer before turning around to make you descent home.

Before you could get far, though, Spencer grabbed your elbow and spun you back to crash into his hard chest. You gasped, not making eye contact and instead opting for staring at his lips.

“Who?” Spencer asked, also not looking up from your lips. Both of your minds swarmed with the desperation to feel each other’s against your own.

“You.” And that was all he needed to finally succumb to his mind’s wishes. Your lips moved together like a violin bow to a string, creating a perfectly conducted symphony of files falling from your arms and deep inhales of each other.

Spencer reached out behind you, never taking his lips off yours and pushed anything that was on your desk with a deafening crash. Pens, papers and tape now littered the bullpen floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when all you could feel were Spencer’s hands gripping your waist as he hoisted you up to sit you on your now clear desk.

His lips finally detached from yours, the need for oxygen getting in the way of a kiss you wish could last for eternity. They didn’t go very far, Spencer attacking your neck with little nips, surely to leave incriminating bruises. Your hips started to involuntarily roll forward, searching for friction from his hardening member still constrained by his work slacks.

“Spencer, please,” you begged, needing to feel him, all of him at this moment. His lips abandoned your neck to slowly pull back and scan your body like a predator indulging in his final prey one last time before he answered.

“Please what, Princess,” Spencer whispered, his hands moving down to grip your thighs that were attempting to squeeze together at your new pet name.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered back. His deep chuckle resonated through you as he leaned closer until he was directly next to your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck causing you to arch your back slightly.

“Right here on your desk like a little whore,” he whispered against you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. Spencer shook his head slightly as he pulled back to grab your chin lightly with two fingers, forcing your head back.

He leaned in as close as possible to whisper against your lips one last time. “Only for you.”

Time stopped as hands sped up in a frenzy to rip each other’s clothes off, lips molding together like a lock and key never wanting to separate, and hips involuntarily grinding against each other in search for some friction in an overwhelming search for release.

Only when Spencer gave up on your shirt buttons and ripped the fabric apart, adding drums in the form of buttons hitting the desk and floor to the song you two collectively decided to dance to tonight, did he allow his lips to leave yours. Slowly, he nipped his way back down your neck, pushing you back softly until your body fully rolled down on the cool wood underneath you. 

Spencer’s eyes found yours again as his hands inched behind you, silently asking for permission to break down yet another barrier between your two bodies. After a pleading whimper from you, he unclasped your bra and slowly pulled it down your arms. 

Spencer maintained eye contact as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak before sinking his teeth in teasingly. Your back arched into him, a strangled whimper leaving your body as the heat between your thighs increased significantly.

“Spencer please hurry. I need you,” you whimpered softly, pulling his hair back from the top of his head in hopes of getting him in an area far more dire in need of attention. 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Spencer mumbles in between kisses inching back up your body. His hands make their way under your skirt as he continues. “I want to take my time with you, but given our circumstances,” he paused to take a look at the deserted bullpen. “I’ll give you what you want, and fuck you like a whore.”

There was no other way to explain the way Spencer ripped your panties off so hard the lace snapped under his force than animalistic. He wasted no time stuffing them into his back pocket, and fully separating from you to stand straight and unbuckle his belt. Spencer’s eyes stared down at you, taking in every part of your body to file away in his brain in case he ever needs it. His once honey brown orbs were now absorbed with black, his pupils full and his eyes displaying a kind of fire only lust can fuel.

Once his belt was fully off, he smirked and folded it in his hands. Staring at the new object of his desire, he tantalizingly shook it back and forth slowly, watching the way it bounced with his movements.

“Should I gag you with this so you don't alert the whole goddamn building of how desperate you are?” Spencer looked back at you to find your cheeks a deep shade of red, partially at his degrading tone, but mostly at the idea of being gagged.

“No, sir. I wanna feel you.” The title slipped past your lips with no control or hesitation. Your cheeks burned further as Spencer’s movements stopped, his eyes widening slightly. 

“Fuck it,” he whispered before throwing the belt on the floor and unzipping his pants with more speed than you've ever seen him move. 

Spencer gave you zero time to even register his size before he was stepping in between your legs, lining himself up and slamming into you to the hilt with one hand, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back hard, all while never taking his eyes off you.

You couldn’t stop the loud gasp leaving your body as Spencer groaned at the feeling of you around him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Princess,” he grounded out, the soft growl in his tone causing you to whimper and clench around him.

When he felt you start to squirm underneath him after adjusting to his size, Spencer started to move, setting a brutal pace immediately. Your entire body felt like it became engulfed in flames, the feeling of Spencer repeatedly hitting the sweetest spot inside you over and over with a force unmatched was too much to handle.

Tears started to well in your eyes as the soft whimpers and pleads left your lips. Spencer pulled himself from his position tucked neatly into your neck to stare down at you, never relenting on his pace.

“What’s wrong, Princess,” he teased, a smirk growing across his features at your tears. “Is it too much for your little cunt? What happened to the girl that begged to be fucked like a whore?”

Spencer let go of his grip on your hair to wipe the tears blackened with mascara that were running down your face. 

“So good, sir. Please don’t stop,” you mumbled, only half coherent. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Spencer filling you completely. His dark eyes flickered down from your face only for a second, but when he looked back up at you, excitement joined the lust in them, a swirl of emotions destined to destroy you in the end.

Spencer grabbed one of your hands that was gripping his shoulder, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks he wished would last forever. He placed in on your stomach, and confusion filled your mind for a moment until you felt the tip of his cock hit your hand.

“You feel that, Princess? You feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fill you up.” Your back arched, and you finally released a loud, wanton moan at his words. Spencer didn’t miss the way you clenched around him tighter at the thought. “God, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, make you - fuck- carry my child. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each word, and when Spencer lifted one of your legs into the crook of his elbow, hitting you impossibly deeper, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

“Oh G-god, Spence. I- I’m gonna....”

“It’s okay, Princess. I’ve got you,” he groaned back, lifting two fingers to your lips before forcing them into your mouth. Instinctively, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on his digits. “Let go, Princess.”

All you needed was his permission before letting your orgasm rock through you, the muscles in your body seemingly losing and gaining all the tension in the world at once, your vision going white, and your mind blank except for one thought; Spencer.

Your loud moans were blocked by his fingers pushing deeper down your throat, catching them before any unwanted guests could hear. 

Your moans started to turn to whimpers around his fingers as the overstimulation kicked in. Spencer could sense it by the way you still clung to him as tightly as possible.

“Fuck that’s it. You’re doing so well, Princess, taking all of me,” he growled out, his hips losing their rhythm, signaling his own impending orgasm. Spencer leaned down further, pushing your leg farther up in the process, and again, hitting you deeper than imaginable.

Two more sloppy thrusts in that position, and Spencer was coming deep in you with your name and different praises being groaned in your ear. He bottomed out once more, coming to a stop buried deep, both of you trying your hardest to catch your breath.

When he started to pull out, you whimpered immediately at the feeling.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done,” Spencer whispered, caressing your cheek as he fully unsheathed himself. The abandoned weight of him on top of you, and the loss of his cock filling you up left you cold as he went to rummage through your drawers for tissues, but all you could do was stare up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, your body still slightly twitching.

When Spencer returned to you, he sat you up and kissed your forehead before reaching in between your legs to clean you up. The second the tissue hit your sensitive cunt, you winced.

Spencer looked back up at you but before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you reassured him, smiling softly as you reached up to caress his cheek. Upon your approval, he went back to cleaning you up. “Actually, I’m more than okay. That was.. That was-”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. “I know, right?”

“Maybe we should thank Luke,” you teased him. Immediately, his smile faded and he looked up at you with an expression that can only read “Seriously?”

You let out a full laugh now, obviously still entertained with the idea that the Dr. Spencer Reid was jealous of Luke Alvez.

“I’m joking,” you said, your smile turning from one of hilarity to adoration as Spencer straightened back up to stand between your legs and wrap his arms around your waist. “And Spence, it’s always been you. Not Luke, not anyone else. You.” You emphasized your point by jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Good, because that would make this really awkward,” he said back. You tilted your head in confusion to which he laughed at before continuing. “Do you want to go grab dinner?”

Your cheeks blushed profusely as he asked you out as if you didn’t just let him take you over your own desk at work. 

“I would love to say yes, but I still have to finis-” When you turned around to look at the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete, it was no longer on your desk, but scattered around it. During the rush of trying to feel each other completely, the two of you failed to notice the stack of files that started this whole thing had fallen all over the bullpen floor.

“Emily is going to kill me,” you said, turning back to Spencer who was still staring at the now empty spot on your desk.

“Actually, she has two reasons to kill us now.” You threw you head back in laughter, Spencer joining you at the thought of Emily finding out about the last 30 minutes. “But seriously, you go deal with the security footage, and I’ll deal with the paperwork.”

“Hmmmm...” You pretended to ponder the thought of not having to do all of that paperwork by yourself anymore. “Deal.”

“Deal,” Spencer repeated back, smiling softly before kissing you one more time.

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Regulus Black Fluff Alphabet

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requested by anon

warnings; brief mentions of food and anxiety

from this alphabet

A - Affection; how they like to show their love.

Regulus does a lot through touch and reassuring looks/smiles. He finds it hard sometimes to express just how he feels about you, especially considering expressions of love were severely lacking in his life. But when he holds your hand or caresses your face, he feels as if he's spilling all his secrets, and hopes that you understand them.

B - Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?

Your warmth. At first it was practically disarming, but overtime he learned to embrace it and miss it when it was absent, when you were absent. It would be so different to what he was used to, especially with the people closest to him. But he would adore the change that was you.

C - Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.

Most of the time he likes to have his arms around you, sitting up slightly while you lay against his chest. There's a sense of safety he finds in knowing that you can hear his heartbeat and that it doesn't scare you off. But sometimes, he likes it when you take him in your arms and he can nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

D - Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.

He is simply a hopeless romantic, and loves to dance with you when it's dark and raining outside, when the two of you are almost completely alone. He loves watching you smile as the rain seeps into your clothes and dampens your hair, and when you rest your head on his chest for some shelter.

E - Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?

Regulus likes to understand things before he gets excited about them with you. If you come running to him with an elated expression and start rambling about whatever brought you this pleasure, he'd want to know why. He'd want to understand you and relate to you. Almost always, he'd become just as excited as you.

F - First Date; your first date together.

The Astronomy Tower. Regulus would want to be alone with you, without prying or judging eyes. It wouldn't be much, maybe some snacks and a drink he brought for you, but he would want to hear you talk and laugh and to see you smile. He'd want to know your likes and dislikes, the memories you cherished, and things you looked back on and laughed at.

G - Goals; do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?

For Regulus, his future goals remain largely unclear. Before you, he thought it was simple, but afterwards it would become far more complicated. With the weight of his family, and Sirius' abandonment making it heavier, he would often try to avoid the thought. But if you ever brought it up, he'd tell you that wherever you were, he would be.

H - Honesty; how open are they with you?

Very. Trust is something extremely important to him. While he may not tell you everything the second it happens, he does have every intention of letting you see every side of him, even the parts he wished would vanish from existence. Upon getting to know you, the trials of his family would be revealed slowly, rather than all at once, so he didn't overwhelm you. Of course, he'd be terrified, but he knew it was better that way, and he knew that you would love him all the same.

I - I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?

Regulus does not say it first, though he'd be sure he felt it first. He confesses straight after you, though, and gradually says it more and more over time. Expressing his feelings would not come easy, and sometimes, rather than tell you how much he appreciated you for listening or how beautiful he thought you were, he simply said 'I love you' in replacement, hoping that it would be enough.

J - Jealousy; do they get jealous?

Not necessarily jealous, but rather insecure. When he sees you laughing with someone else, he'd wonder whether they were better suited to you--they were warmer, more free, happier. Perhaps he brought you down, perhaps he weighed you down, and though he didn't express these insecurities out loud, he'd always seem to be easily read by you. And you'd always be there to reassure him when you needed to.

K - Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.

Your hands. For Regulus, hands mean so much, represent so much, and yours are his to kiss and hold as much as he pleases. To him it would feel incredibly intimate, despite the fact that your hands can touch others, but that they're only his to kiss and hold. People can always get close, but never as close as he can.

L - Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?

The majority of the time, you are the little spoon. He likes the idea that he is able to protect you, actually make you feel safe and wanted; it's one of the things he prides himself on. But, there woulds be times when he needed to feel that, and revelled in the warmth of your embrace tightening around him, holding him close.

M - Melody; what’s your song together?

I think your song together would be 'I Want to Hold Your Hand' by The Beatles.

N - Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?

Yes a few. Some of them would include 'treasure' and/or 'my treasure' because he adores you and could not think of anything better than you. For him, you are what people search for their whole lives, sometimes without ever finding it. And, because he speaks French, ‘mon chéri /ma chérie' for definite.

O - Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?

It wasn't necessarily hard, just gradual. However, you would have always suspected that Regulus did not have it easy and were content with him going at his own pace, and appreciating that he was brave enough to reveal it all to you. It never seemed too slow, rushed, or overwhelming--he picked his timings well and never let things become too heavy. He'd also be very conscious that everyone had their own burdens, and would make sure he always left time and room for you to air anything you wanted or needed.

P - PDA; how affectionate they are in public.

Not very much at all. He prefers to show you his love when it's just the two of you. But he isn't afraid to let other people know that you're in a relationship, and will often intertwine his fingers with yours, whisper things in your ear, and kiss your temple.

Q - Quirk: a weird but loveable trait of theirs.

He never signs his name, he always signs R.A.B. Even when it's small notes to you, little love letters, or ordinary letters, he will never sign it as Regulus, but with his full initials.

R - Romance; how romantic are they?

So much. He loves leaving you love notes, writing love letters to you, slow dancing with you, playing music for you, watching the stars with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, snuggling up in bed with you with a good book. He loves to do it all.

S - Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?

Not really. Perhaps only ones he thinks would unnecessarily hurt you, like what his family says about you. He doesn't tell you because he doesn't think it matters, they don't matter to him, only you do, and he wants their words to mean nothing.

T - Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?

He likes to, and he tries. He certainly likes surprising you, even if only to see that smile. He likes taking you places, learning your favourite songs on the piano simply because you like hearing them, taking you on spontaneous trips or dates. He's not on for grand, public gestures, but he still keeps excitement in the relationship his own way. But he also knows when things need to be slow and calm, and doesn't mind it either way.

U - Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.

He knows that most things said would be wrong, even if they were intended to be reassuring and understanding. Even when you talk about what's bothering you or don't, it can be hard to say the right thing. So instead, he takes you in his arms, rubs your back, kisses your cheek and gets you any comfort foods that you wish for. Sometimes, words speak far less than actions.

V - Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.

With his family, and even with Sirius, Regulus can lose his temper very quickly, but you understand that their relationship has not been easy, nor do you care for his family. With you, it's rare that he loses his temper or raises his voice at you. When he does, there are usually other factors that have contributed to his mood, and he is quick to apologise afterwards.

W - Weakness; what’s their weakness what it comes to you?

Your smile. So easily it can make him feel like he's falling from the stars, watching the constellations become smaller and smaller as he slips into the earth's atmosphere, burning and smiling and falling completely in love with you every time he sees it.

X - Xtra; random hc about them.

Regulus likes to speak in French to you when there are things he is too afraid to say or things he thinks sound more romantic when said in another language. Even if you can understand him, there's something less nerve-racking about saying it in French, it's almost like he's playing himself in another world, but still hopelessly in love with you.

Y - Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.

He doesn't like to think about the future often because he knows how easily it can change and fail to meet your expectations. He only hopes that he is with you, facing whatever is to come. He prefers to focus on the present, where he already is with you.

Z - Zzz; how they are when they sleep.

Incredibly still, almost scarily still. The only time he moves is to be closer to you, closer to your exuding warmth. It almost frightens you to move in case it wakes him or disturbs him, but if it does, he never lets on. - - - fill in this form or send an ask to be added to a tag list <3 forever friends; @myalupinblack / @selenes-sun / @vixxiann /@queen-asteria04 / @lillict / @savingpluto /@theincredibledeadlyviper / @pad-foots / @fizzleberries / @willowbleedsonpaper / @kinkyduuh harry potter; @fuckingbloodyhello / @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts / @scvrllet / @dreamerinthesun / @crazy-beautiful / @chaoticgirl04 /@cupids-crystals / @fandom-life-12 / @mypainistemporary-blog /@oliverwoodmarrymepls / @eunoniaa / @missryerye marauders era; @spxllcxstxr / @natashxromanovfreads / @ch /@sereinegemini / @helen-with-an-a / @sweeter-than-strawberries /@spxncervibes regulus black; @jackys-stuff-blog / @with-love-anu / @yinrose98 /@tarorootboba / @lyaseille / @bloodblossom73

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you flinch during an argument

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thank you to anon for this request 

characters ♡ suna, atsumu & sakusa

content warning ♡ cursing, angst, mentions of abuse, hurt to comfort, hinted ptss, parent!reader (in sakusa’s)

rintarō suna

♡ he paced back and forth through the living room, casting you dirty looks whenever you try to speak 

♡ you rolled your eyes at how far he took your singular comment on his volleyball career

♡ you were aware that what you said might’ve offended him and in any other situation you would’ve just apologised but considering how needlessly confrontational he was being, of course you were going to be mean too

♡ ‘rin, you’re being overdramatic.’ you muttered off-handedly, assuming he’d brush it off like everything else you said, so ofc you did not expect what he did next

♡ he suddenly stormed over to you 

♡ not only did he take you by surprise but also his furrowed brows and generally mad aura unnerved you too, so your natural instinct was to flinch 

♡ once he saw that, he immediately stopped in his tracks 

♡ his head slowly tilted to the side and his clenched jaw loosened, ‘(y/n)?’

♡ your hands were still covering your face but when you heard the suna’s soft voice, you realised what you had just done and craned your neck out to peer over your hands, ‘yes?’

♡ obviously, his intention wasn’t to hurt you but rather just stand in front of you. though it worried him that your natural instinct was to prepare yourself for harm from him. despite the fact he would/has never hit you. 

♡ ‘are you okay?’ he sighed, slowly approaching you as if you were a small critter that’d run away in fright at any moment

♡ you hesitantly lowered your arms, eyes wide as you intensely examined his every move, ‘i’m fine. are you okay?’

♡ suna gestured to the seat beside you on the couch, ‘i’m good. can i sit?’

♡ you simply nodded

♡ he reluctantly sat down next to you and gently placed his hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb, ‘i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.’ he said, his now hushed voice contrasting to how sharp and loud his words were just a minute ago

♡ you blinked rapidly, shocked at how quickly his demeanour changed but also relieved he realised that what he did brought you discomfort, ‘it’s fine, i guess. it just looked like you were going to- y’know. and i’m sorry too, what i said was uncalled for’ you murmured, the words just falling from your lips without any prior thought as your mind was somewhere else

♡ ‘i’d never do that.’ he blurted out, ‘but i get why you might’ve thought.’

♡ a few minutes passed and not a word was spoken - you just blankly stared at the wall opposite, completely lost in thought while suna closed his eyes, slumped back in his seat and revaluated everything he did 

♡ eventually, you snapped out of your contemplation and turned to look at him, only to see his sleeping figure beside you 

♡ it was probably the most peaceful you’ve saw him all day - so you decided against waking him up and instead cuddled up to him, accidentally falling asleep yourself 

atsumu miya

♡ you had your arms crossed over your chest, patiently waiting for atsumu to finish his hissy fit

♡ ‘it was a fucking joke, (y/n)! not that i’d expect you to understand my humour anyway. do you not get what you did? you fucking embarrassed me.’

♡ ‘it wasn’t a very funny joke, atsumu.’ you shook your head disapprovingly, trying your very best to keep a level-head but his nasty remarks didn’t make it an easy task for you, ‘you made me really uncomfortable so of course i was going to say something. also, i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed yourself.’

♡ the fact you weren’t as worked-up about this as he was only irritated him more. because deep-down, he knew he was being overdramatic and the contrast between both of your demeanours only highlighted this fact.

♡ he gritted his teeth together, momentarily side-eyeing you before absentmindedly cracking his knuckles

♡ he cracked his bones when he got tense - you knew this - but there was a faint voice at the back of your head, insisting that you had to run away bc he was preparing to hit you 

♡ and it didn’t help when he jerked his head around to look at you 

♡ though it was only the movement of his neck, this caused you to flinch as a part of you expected his hasty motion to be followed by a swing of his hand 

♡ you never really thought too much of your action and assumed atsumu would pay no mind to it and continue to talk but you couldn’t have been more wrong

♡ he slapped his hand over his mouth and let out gasp as though his whole soul was exiting his body through his mouth

♡ your eyes were squeezed shut but you blinked them open to see when you mentally established that atsumu wasn’t going to swing at you and had actually stopped yelling

♡ ‘(y/n)- i’d- i’d never do that!’ the volume of his voice gradually rose as he spoke, starting as breathy emphasis and increasing to a cry

♡ upon noticed his appalled expression and his frozen structure, you dropped your arms which you had automatically raised in defence, ‘you’d never do what?’  you voice was hushed, afraid that if you spoke too loud, you’d reignite his temper

♡ he rushed over to your side, immediately opening up his strong arms for you to enter, if you wished, ‘i’d never hit you.’

♡ both his eyes and tone seemed sincere so without even thinking, you found yourself leaning into his embrace, his arms holding you close - but gently

♡ you really had no reason not to believe him as he’s never harmed you purposely in the past and he didn’t plan on harming you just there; he didn’t even plan on intimidating you but that kinda just happened involuntarily

♡ he had so much on his mind, so much he needed so say at once, so much he wanted you to know. hence, it all came out as rambles. 

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n). i love you so much. i don’t want anyone to hurt you - including myself. i just want you to feel safe - i want you to be safe - so i’ll leave if you don’t feel that way with me around. i can understand why you wouldn’t. but heh, i guess it’s quite funny because i feel the safest when i’m with you. well, it’s not funny - i’m actually gonna miss you like hell - but it’s ironic. i wouldn’t even dream of harming you, love, but i don’t expect you to live in fear constantly so yeah, i’ll go if you want me to.’

♡ you blinked rapidly against his chest, pulling back to look him in the eyes and to your surprise, he appeared to be in more tears than you

♡ ‘i love you too, atsumu.’ you cooed, wiping away one of his tears with your shivering hand, ‘we don’t have to break-up. i mean, truthfully, i feel safe when you’re around too.’

♡ he let out an audible sigh of relief, ‘thank goodness.’

♡ a few moments passed of you just silently enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms until he spoke up once again while placing an infintite amount of kisses on your forehead, punctuating each kiss with an ‘i love you.’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he was sitting beside you on the bed but he had long before withdrew his arm which rested behind your head when you expressed your concern surrounding his hostile behaviour lately 

♡ ‘omi, i’m too ti--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that.’

♡ you sighed as you realised that this had spiralled into a heated fight which you really didn’t intend for it to become. all you wanted to do was talk to him about how rude he’s been to you and the baby as of recently and try to work out a solution but he had turned this into something way bigger than it needed to be.

♡ the remarks he was throwing around - as if they were nothing - resulted in a wrath bubbling in the pits of your stomach, which had been present and building up since the start of sakusa’s attitude problems 

♡ you knew that if this argument didn’t stop soon, you’d lash out on him and although you really didn’t have a problem with that in theory, you had spent hours trying to get the baby to fall asleep and you didn’t want to risk waking them up with the noise 

♡ and though you hated to give sakusa (mental) praise in a situation like this, you had to admit that he was good at keeping his voice down even while angry

♡ so you decided that it was best to diffuse this situation quickly and pick it up at a later date, ‘you know what, kiyoomi--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that either.’ at this point it was clear he was just saying that to piss you off, and it was working

♡ ‘--i’m going to bed; i’m tired from doing all the work in this damn house. we’ll talk about this later.’

♡ sakusa quirked a brow, scoffing at your statement despite the fact it was completely true 

♡ ‘no, let’s talk about it right now. since you clearly have a lot to say.’ 

♡ instead of replying, you gave him what he deserved - the silent treatment

♡ you casually pulled off your slippers, tossing them aside, proceeding to do other nightly activities - while completely ignoring his presence - then reached down to pull the duvet over yourself so you could drift into sweet, serene slumber to imagine a life where sakusa acted like loved you again  

♡ ‘(y/n).’ sakusa snapped, his voice sharp and demanding, ‘listen to me. talk to me- god, you’re so immature.’

♡ your eyes widened; out of the corner of your eye you saw him quickly raise his arm

♡  during your three years of marriage with sakusa, not once had he ever purposefully harmed you - physically or emotionally - but you were aware that what you were doing displeased him so your immediate reaction was to turn away and shield yourself with your forearms

♡ sakusa froze

♡ moments passed and you had yet to feel the impact of his hand so you lowered your defences to peer at him, only to see that his arm was stretched upwards as he yawned

♡ his gaze flickered between you and his arm - he was truly at a loss for words at what he just witnessed

♡ a lump formed at the back of his dry throat as he didn’t dare to speak, trying to communicate all his emotions through his eyes which grew increasingly difficult as they began to burn with tears and ache from the elongated period of time he went without blinking 

♡ he wanted to tell you that he’d never lay an finger on you in that way, that he adores you and he was aware of how he’s been treating you recently but he was previously too arrogant to change his ways. now he was ready to change though, if it’s not too late. 

♡ but all that came out was a choked syllable followed by a cough 

♡ ‘are you okay, omi?’ you tilted your head, watching as your husband coughed his lungs out beside you, his puffy, irritated eyes squeezed shut

♡ he eventually managed to catch his breath and the first thing he did was offer his shaky hand to you 

♡ though you were reluctant at first, upon meeting his gaze, it was as though his fury had melted away. his eyebrows were no longer knitted together, his judgemental sneer was now a gentle smile he wore to try reassure you and the way he looked at you resembled how he did on your wedding day. all the resentment, all the stress and all irritation was gone - which left you with the considerate, understanding man you had married. 

♡ you fingers found their way to his as you slowly intertwined them together, ‘we should, uh, g-get some rest, yeah?’ you stuttered, your lips gradually curling into a weak grin

♡ a faint hum of agreement could be heard from sakusa as he shuffled so he was now laying down, with a duvet draped over him 

♡ though he lay with the intention of going to sleep, he kept his hand locked with yours all throughout the night

[hornime]

voyeurant | kenma kozume x f!reader

he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, kinda dubcon, kenma’s unintentionally pervy, male masturbation, poorly written video game content (i tried my best), mutual pining but u both are oblivious

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: yes, the title is a shitty pun of valorant. no, i will not be changing it. also this tiktok about timeskip kenma made me giggle so pls enjoy.

voyeurant: part one ↓ | part two | part three:

“fuck, i hate this map,” kenma grumbled into his headset.

your voiced chimed in his ears. “is it ascent?” you turned to see his face on your screen, pinched in annoyance. “ha, it is ascent. sucks for you.”

“which one are you on? haven?”

“you know it,” you chuckled. “your favorite.”

“i hate you.” he weighed his options, did he really want to play this game? the layout of the world made it irritatingly hard to strategize, and today’s losing streak was making him more agitated than usual. with a sign, he closed the application. “fuck this. i’m gonna go piss.”

“yeah, yeah, you’re such a big baby. and...” you released your mouse, throwing your hands up in triumph, “we just won. at this point, i’m gonna outrank you.” you were joking, of course. kenma wasn’t just a gamer, he was kodzuken, one of japan’s best pro-gamers, and you were just someone that played as a hobby. but it was always fun to tease.

“hmm,” he hummed. “i’m sure you will.” he turned his head to look directly at his webcam, smirking, “in your dreams.”

“ooh, catboy’s getting feisty!” he flinched at the nickname. “go pee so i can beat you at your best.”

he obliged, pulling his headphones off and looping them on the top of his chair. he casually raised his middle finger at you while smoothing out strands of his hair, prompting a series of profanities to escape your mouth, none of which he could hear. he chuckled playfully as you responded with two middle fingers of your own, before moving out of the camera to get to the bathroom.

you and kenma had met in an... interesting way, to say the least. after going moderately viral from lashing out at him for refusing to heal you in a game of overwatch—while he was streaming—the two of you reconciled over a twitter thread and exchanged gamer tags. since then, you’d struck up an easygoing friendship, characterized by almost nightly discord calls and occasional flirting. but we’re just friends, you often reminded yourself. and you were fine, well, mostly fine, with that.

tonight was like any other night: both you and him spending hours in a video chat with nothing better to do than mindlessly play games and bash each other. it was more than enough to strengthen your relationship but fell short of giving you the romantic tension you craved.

with kenma off in the bathroom, you, already bored, spun wildly in your chair. forgetting that your earbuds were still plugged in, the white wire caught on an opened can of coke sitting on your desk, spilling the sugary drink all over your keyboard and the front of your shirt. 

“shit!” you quickly scrambled for paper towels, but the still-connected wire yanked you backwards. in your haste for something to wipe the soda with, the fact that your camera remained on in the video call completely slipped your mind. making the split-second decision that the trip for a towel wasn’t worth it at this point, you quickly whipped off your shirt, dabbing the keys with the part that was still dry. since you were home, you’d gone braless, and your current predicament had you flashing your webcam.

now, kenma had seen a lot of things from your side of the call: he’d seen you get chewed out by your residential advisor for being too loud, you with two sticks of pocky poking out of your mouth like walrus tusks, and you doing random cosplay moves you’d seen on tiktok. what he wasn’t expecting to see, not even in his wildest dreams, was a screenful of your tits, slightly damp from the cola that had seeped through the fabric of your long-gone shirt.

he stopped in his tracks, still out of the frame of his camera, eyes wide and heart racing, desperately trying to calm down and prevent the gradual hardening of his cock in his pants. unable to deny his desires, he continued staring at your plump breasts on his computer, you completely unaware that he could see you.

you quickly threw your soaked top in the laundry basket before throwing on a random sweatshirt and trying to calm your frazzled nerves. you tentatively touched your keyboard, groaning internally when you fingers lightly stuck to the buttons. it’s gonna take forever to clean this, you mourned.

“hey,” kenma mumbled, reappearing on screen and shaking you out of your thoughts.

“hey.” you noticed his flushed expression. “are you okay? you look really red.”

“uh, yeah. i actually uh, i feel kinda sick. so i’m gonna, gonna go.”

“oh, okay.” why’s he acting so weird? “feel better!” you disconnected from the call with a huff, disappointment morphing your face into a pout. well, you thought, better get to cleaning.

kenma, on the other hand, was still, swallowing as the bulge in his boxers became agonizingly hard. though the only thing left on his screen was his reflection staring back at him, the luscious view of your bust was etched in his mind. his hands moved to free his cock, the tip an angry red and smearing pre-cum over the waistband of his underwear. 

he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...

“fuck,” he whined, slowly stroking up and down. his thighs trembled as he fell back into his chair, mind wandering. he couldn’t stop himself, his thoughts become more and more lewd, fantasizing about how your breasts would bounce as he thrusted into you, how your thighs would wrap warmly around your head as he ate you out, how you’d cry out his name so prettily when he made you squirt around his fingers.

it was all too much, and as the circle he made with his fingers tightened as he reached his tip, he lurched forward, alarmed at how good everything felt just by thinking about you. i can’t cum, i can’t, the small part of his brain that wasn’t completely overtaken with pleasure tried to reason with him. there’s no going back if i—shit—if i cum. she’ll know, somehow, if i—if i cum, i—

the ecstasy kept clouding his judgement and his body worked against his mind as his hand pumped faster and faster while his conscience screamed to stop. his wrist wetly slapped the base of his cock, the sounds of both his hands and his moans getting too loud for comfort, but all he could think about was you. your eyes, your mouth, your chest, your legs, your ass, your pussy. god, he wanted to be in you so badly.

he couldn’t hold back, his insatiable need to cum overriding his senses, and the translucent liquid twitched out of his throbbing cock in spurts, drenching his fist and his balls. “fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m—fuck.”

he collapsed against the back of his chair, chest heaving with the sheer intensity of his orgasm. he combed a hand through his hair, the consequences of his actions now weighing heavily on his shoulders. i’m never gonna be able to look at her in the eyes again, he lamented. how am i ever gonna—damn it. 

the sudden ping of a notification had his eyes raising from the mess on his pants towards his computer screen. 

meanwhile, you were messaging kenma, a little off-put by his sudden radio silence but chalking it all up to his mysterious sickness.

[11:05 PM] you: hey ken! hope u feel better

[11:05 PM] you: if u get the chance u should check out what i added to our minecraft house. its perfect for sick victorian orphans like u

[12:14 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: why arent u responding

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: ok u got me ill tell u

[12:05 PM] you: its a hot tub

[12:05 PM] you: but with soup

[12:05 PM] you: but the soup is lava

[12:05 PM] you: genius right

[12:06 PM] you: anyway get some sleep and feel better <3

[12:06 PM] you: lmk if u wanna play animal crossing

[12:06 PM] you: actually no u should sleep. rest ur eyes and shit

[12:06 PM] you: no animal crossing for u!

[12:06 PM] you: sleep well so i can destroy ur ass in val tmrw

[12:06 PM] you: >:)

he sighed as he read your one-sided ramblings. he really liked you.

and he really wanted to fuck you. lucky for you, you wanted the exact same thing. 

if only kenma knew what you did on the other side of the screen, hands in your undies and his name on your lips...

>> part two

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