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Established Jealousy

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Agatha All Along Week 2025 - Day 1: Jealousy

Summary: Agatha comes home to find Rio two knuckles deep in you. She isn’t impressed.

Tags: Established polyamory, grinding, fingering, oral, orgasm denial, voyeurism, magical bondage, Mistress Agatha, Sir Rio, Sub Reader

She/her pronouns used for Reader. Pet names - love, pet

Words: 2,464

Authors note: Happy Agatha all along week!! Please enjoy my humble offering

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You gaze aimlessly out the window as you lay on the bed. Agatha is away doing one of her more elaborate traps, apparently she found a particularly powerful witch who has been keeping herself successfully under the radar for decades. You’re bored out of your mind. Your own fault for saying you wanted to stay home instead of joining her in her latest feeding, but at the time all you had wanted was to stay snuggled in bed. Three days later and you miss your wife. You’re also pouting just a little at not getting to watch her siphon. She’s as captivating as the first time you watched her siphoned someone.

A pressure begins building outside and you frown. It’s the usual feeling of someone with immense magical power who isn’t hiding it but it most definitely isn’t Agatha. It only takes you a few more moments to place who the power is emanating from. Rio.

You sit up eagerly. You’d recognise her presence anywhere. She rises from the beds shadow and you grin at her. She’s never been one for doors (except when she’s pissed off Agatha). You take her in eagerly. She’s in one of her slightly more modern outfits with a green jacket and thin vines snaking along her pants. A smile stretches wide across her face. She’s in one of her giddy moods.

“Love!” she exclaims and squishes your cheeks between her hands. “How’s my littlest love been these long days I’ve been away?”

Rio had taken to calling you little the moment she learnt how young you are compared to Agatha, which is centuries. 

“Good,” you say, your words slightly distorted due to your cheeks being squished. “Missed you.”

“And I’ve missed you,” she places a quick peck on your forcibly puckered lips before asking, “And where is our sweetheart?”

Her grips lessen as she looks around. You can feel her reach out with her magic. She would’ve sensed if Agatha were home long before she got here but it’s still cute to watch her double check.

“Off siphoning a coven,” you say. “She should be home in a day or so.”

“Perfect,” Rio murmurs and pulls you in for a kiss.

It’s not her usual response to Agatha being away but you’re too distracted by her soft lips to question it. You happily lean into her, your hands creeping under her jacket and then up her shirt to feel her cool skin. You try to pull her closer but she pushes you back instead. You follow her lead and lay down, wrapping your legs eagerly around her hips when she climbs between them. 

Agatha hasn’t technically forbidden you from touching yourself this time but she’d been so intent on outsmarting the latest witch it might have slipped her mind. Or she purposely said nothing so she had someone to punish while on a big siphoning high.

Either idea excites you. If she genuinely forgot and you’ve behaved, the reward will be mind-blowing. If she did it on purpose, she’ll trick you into breaking a rule before punishing you stupid. Either way, you’re needy and have no intention of stopping Rio.

She’s quick to remove your shirt and grope your chest, her lips never far from your own. She plays with your chest until you’re grinding up against her in need. She rips your pants and underwear off instead of taking the time to remove them. Her fingers find you soaked and she growls. You gasp into her mouth as her wet fingers circle your clit. Rio pulls back just far enough to watch your face as her hand dips lower and she pushes two fingers slowly into you. You mewl when she’s two knuckles deep. She always makes you feel fuller than she should.

Movement catches the corner of your eye and you turn your head. Agatha stands in the doorway, power pulses off of her. She’s fresh from a feeding and ready to burn off the euphoria. She also looks less than impressed.

“Is two days all it takes for my pet to get desperate enough to start humping someone else?”

Your hands tighten on Rio’s shoulders. You’ve always found Agatha’s ability to get jealous about you and Rio more than a little amusing. It’s best not to push her but fuck when she greets you like this you want to do it all the time.

“A bit past humping,” you say.

Rio punishes your cheek with a curl of her fingers. You whimper.

“Only having a taste, sweetheart,” Rio says like she isn’t deep inside of you.

“Three fingers is hardly a taste,” Agatha scoffs. “No doubt you were planning to devour her until I interrupted.”

“I’ll show you exactly how far I was planning to go,” Rio says.

A threat, a promise and a goad all in one. Agatha’s eyes trail your limp form as she considers this, or considers how she’ll stop Rio. 

She’s a vision. Her pupils are blown, her hair thicker from the crackling magic in the air and she’s in her witch robes. You can feel the magic pulsing off of her. You want to taste it on your tongue. She gestures for Rio to continue.

Rio starts pumping her fingers again. Your hips lift to meet her thrusts but you can’t look away from Agatha. She draws closer without taking her eyes away from where Rio’s fingers disappear inside of you. Having her eyes on you makes the pressure build even faster. Rio swipes your clit and your nails dig into the soft leather of her jacket, your mouth falling open as you pant.

Agatha finally looks at you. “Are you getting close?”

Agatha is always aware of how close you are. It’s like she has a sixth sense for it. But you nod anyway. There’s no need to get in even more trouble. If you’re in trouble at all? It’s hard to tell when she’s like this. Rio continues to lightly play with your clit as she thrusts into you.

You’re moments away from tipping over the edge when she pulls away. Her wet hand moves to your hip to hold you down as you whine and squirm in protest. Your hips desperately searching for the slightest bit of friction to send you over the edge.

“I see,” Agatha says, “And how many times were you planning to deny the poor thing?”

Poor thing. That has to mean she’s feeling merciful, right?

“Until you came home,” Rio says.

You whimper at the idea. Agatha is home two days early. The amount of times Rio could have edged you would’ve driven you insane. Agatha’s eyes darken and she licks her lips. She likes the idea.

“Don’t let me stop you,” she says, in a way that shows she’s still slightly agitated.

“Mistress—” you try to beg but she waves her hand and the connection between your mouth and brain is gone. It’s rare that she doesn’t allow you to make any noise and the whine that escapes you proves she still wants to hear how desperate you are.

“My love,” Rio says, voice soothing. “I only wanted for you to come home to an incredibly desperate pet.”

“She gets plenty desperate from my absence,” Agatha says with a tight jaw.

“As desperate as this?” Rio pointedly runs her fingers through your soaked folds.

She gathers your wetness and lifts her fingers to show Agatha. The humiliation goes straight to your clit. Your legs unconsciously close tight around Rio in an attempt to get even a bit of pressure on your aching centre.

“If she’s been naughty.”

“Does listening to her Sir make her naughty?” 

Agatha steps close enough to grab Rio’s chin in a tight grip. You can see her sharp nails digging in.

“Yes, when her Sir is also being naughty.”

You’re definitely in trouble then. The way Rio is looking at Agatha tells you she isn’t going to be any help. The borderline worship on her face means she’s in the mood for obedience, despite how she started this play. Which means she won’t allow you to come purely to piss Agatha off.

“Tell me to stop fucking her and I will.”

Agatha scoffs and shoves Rio’s head to the side. “Antagonistic as ever.”

“Whatever helps to keep you entertained.”

“What will entertain me most is my pet spread out below me,” Agatha says.

Rio huffs a laugh and climbs to lay by your side. She has to force your legs to let her go. 

“Don’t let me stop you,” Rio gestures to you. It’s an effort not to squeeze your thighs together. Agatha gives Rio a long look. There’s no doubt some mild mischief on the way and Rio actions are verging on a command. Purple wraps around Rio’s wrists and yanks. She goes from lounging on her side to stretched out. She laughs again. She doesn’t fight the hold.

Agatha straddles you, still in her witch robes. It glides against your bare skin. The magic still rolls off of her. You shiver.

Please, Mistress, you beg. There’s no way to know if Agatha is currently in your mind or if she knows what you want from your expression.

“Does the naughty pet think she can ask for things?”

No. You don’t stop your pleading look. Agatha snorts and flicks her wrist. Her robes disappear. Electricity races where she touches you, the magic jumping from her skin. You arch into the feeling. Agatha’s purple forces you back down.

Her cold hands trail over your skin, her eyes admiring the effect Rio has on you. Her hands dip lower and you tense in anticipation. Her hands stop just below your waist. You try not to pout. Based on Agatha’s crinkled brows you fail. Agatha stays perfectly still and it takes you all of a second to realise it’s not a tease. Neither of you had been paying attention to Rio. A mistake. 

“Rio,” Agatha snarls.

“She’s spread out below you, isn’t she?” Rio asks smugly. Her fingers sneak below Agatha’s just to show she can before moving behind to reach where you’re aching. She traces patterns just above your twitching clit. 

Agatha’s magic sparks but it’s quickly swallowed by Rio’s green. The purple around your wrists is replaced by green that dances up and down your arms.

You hadn’t been expecting Rio to merely give in to Agatha’s commands, you all know that Agatha finds a fight much more entertaining than easy submission, but you’ve never seen her freeze Agatha like this before.

Rio’s fingers find your clit and you stop thinking about it. Agatha will slowly undo the spell Rio used whether you figure it out or not. You want to enjoy Rio’s hands before Agatha forces her to stop.

Rio runs light, teasing circles around your clit. You try to press closer but you can’t move far with Agatha on top of you. You feel Agatha’s eyes burn into you. The way they trace your face, your heaving chest, where Rio’s fingers play with you. You should probably do something to stop Rio, or at the very least resist, so Agatha doesn’t punish you for it later but what can you do against a cosmic being?

Rio buries her fingers inside of you and you moan. She keeps fucking you and you think she’s actually going to let you come. Then she stills. You whimper and whine and try to fuck yourself onto them but her magic presses you down. She won’t let you come until she decides that you can. Or until Agatha takes over. 

You notice a warm, wet feeling against your stomach and you look down. Agatha is wet. Rio follows your gaze and smiles slowly.

“Someone’s enjoying herself,” she says.

“Well it’s certainly not our pet,” Agatha says waspishly.

“We both know she loves the torture.” Agatha doesn’t say anything so Rio continues. “Why don’t we help you out a bit, hm?” Rio turns to you. “You want to make your mistress feel good, right pet?”

You nod eagerly. The caressing magic around your arms seeps into your skin. Your arms move without your say. Your hands land on Agatha’s hips and tighten. You watch with wide eyes as you move Agatha’s hips to grind against you.

Agatha looks furious but there’s no hiding the way her wetness grows. Rio’s fingers start moving again and your hands grip Agatha’s hips tight enough to bruise. Thankfully, Rio’s spell keeps your arms moving. Your ability to set a regularly pace is rapidly disappearing under her fingers and Agatha might’ve killed you for it.

There’s not enough friction for her to come but her breathing gets heavier and her face begins to flush. You watch, captivated even as your own orgasm grows.

Heat rises. You know the pleasure is going to end in another edge but you sink into it anyway. It feels too good to resist. You still writhe and squirm and whine when Rio pulls away. It doesn’t sway her.

You thought the heat was from your own rising orgasm. It’s only as it slips away that you realise that it’s coming from Agatha. Her magic radiates warmth as it undoes Rio’s spell.

The furnace turns into a roaring fire and Agatha breaks free. Rio is pinned to the bed by her neck in a second, Agatha’s snarling face inches from her own. Rio’s pupils are blown.

“You think you’re so clever,” Agatha snarls.

“Not as clever as you,” Rio says.

Agatha falters for a moment at the frank honesty, but only for a moment. “You’re not going to be able to walk by the time I’m done with you.”

“As fun as that will be, isn’t there someone else needing your attention?” Rio’s eyes flicker to you. You try to look as pathetic as possible. Agatha grinds her teeth.

“Make it up to me,” she commands Rio. Sir turns to you.

“You want to come?” Sir asks. You nod eagerly. “Then eat out your mistress.”

You try to push yourself up but your shaking arms give out. Agatha snorts and pushes you onto your back.

“Hold your tongue out,” she commands as she climbs on top of you. You obey and watch with eager eyes as she moves above your face. “Don’t move,” Agatha warns. You wouldn’t dare. Her taste fills you as she grinds against your face. You fall into a haze of her smell and taste as she uses you. 

Agatha is halfway to orgasm when you feel Rio’s hands creeping back up your thighs. She’s cruel enough to tease you before slipping two fingers back inside. Nothing feels better than this. Than being surrounded and consumed by them.

“Come for your owners,” Rio says.

You arch into their embrace.

[drymushroomfics]

Reminiscing

Sandor Clegane x Female Reader

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Chapter Three

Walking into a tavern, you spot a familiar face. Someone you had met before working in Kingslanding. Someone who had saved you when you were merely a child. "Brienne of Tarth.", you say, walking up to her and her companion. She looks at you, eyes focused on yours, trying to remember you. "Don't remember me?… I don't blame you. I was just a little girl when we knew each other.", you tell her.

Her brows forrow before a lightbulb seems to go off. "Y/n?? The little girl who I used to play with in the gardens?", she asks, a smile on her face. "That's the one." You take a seat at the table with them and began talking. "This is my- traveling companion, Podrick Payne. Pod, this is y/n." "Very good to meet you! How do you know, Lady Brienne?", he asks you. "My mother worked in the kitchens for her father, Lord Selwyn Tarth… I helped out and Brienne would play with me outside. We'd fight with sticks in the garden. He'd get so angry when he caught her playing with one of the servants. After Brienne left the isle, I did to." "What have you been up to since then?", she asks you. "I've been fighting and traveling mostly. I worked in the kitchens of Kingslanding for years but circumstances led me to leave. What have you been doing then? I see you've got some very nice knight armor. Are you a knight then?" "Not a knight… Just a warrior keeping my oaths." "You were always so noble. I remember the other servant boys would pick on me and you'd scare them all away." "That sounds like Lady Brienne.", Pod adds. "What about you, y/n? Did you know, Pod, that as a small girl, she would stand right up to my father when he yelled at me. I was older than her and a little bigger. To this day, I still have never seen anyone stand up to him like that." You and her laughed. "So what brings you out here?", you ask them after asking the tavern girl for a meal. "We're looking for someone.", Pod tells her. "Who? Maybe I can help." You can see the hesitation on their faces. "I am not an enemy Brienne. I have no ties to anyone. I'm traveling alone with my mare… I could help you. Who are you looking for?" "The stark girls.", she whispers. "I haven't seen Arya since her fathers execution… and Sansa… She's gone? She was at Kingslanding when I left. Why are you wanting the girls?" "I promised their mother that I would protect them with my life. I swore an oath. and yes, Sansa is gone. She fled with Littlefinger after the King's murder. "The king's dead?" She nods, "Poisoned at his own wedding." You think for a moment, unsure of what to make of the information. "Who did it?", you asked in a hush tone. "People believe it was Tyrion Lannister and Sansa together." "I don't believe Sansa Stark would've done such a thing and if so, Littlefinger is surely to blame." "We believe so… But we have a trail on Arya. Only a day ago, we learned who she may be traveling with. Imprisoned most likely." "Who?" "The Hound. Your face turns red. "T-the Hound…. Why would she be with him?", you ask, your interest growing. "I don't know. Probably holding her hostage.", Pod adds. "I'll help.", you tell them, "Whatever you want me to do, I'm in." Brienne nods, turning to Pod and instructing him to ready the horses. Brienne notices your expression, "Why are you so red faced over the Hound?" You nod slowly, "It's a long story. He betrayed me and I want my revenge." Brienne nods, "Alright, old friend. I'll take the girl and you can have that blasted dog."

[therand0mwriter]

Cobalt-Falling

MHA Males x hero!female!reader

"You there! The one with broccoli hair! Where am I?"

"U-Um, Musutafu, J-Japan..."

"V.I.S.P., Musutafu, Japan doesn't exist... where exactly are we?"

"It seems like we were transferred to a parallel universe."

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[Italicized = English, Normal = Japanese]

*3rd Person POV*

"And now! I summon a powerful being from a far off land to assist me in destroying you all!" The villain, Sorcerer, shouted over the chaos. Sorcerer started a chant in an unknown language, purple mist and lightning surrounding him.

"We need to get to him before he finishes his chant!" Midnight shouted to the hero's in training as she assisted an unconscious Eraser Head. "You half!" Ectoplasm turned to half of the 1-A class, "Follow me! The other half, follow Cementoss!" Each part of the class did what they were told, following their teachers.

But no matter what they did or tried, they couldn't get close to Sorcerer, the mist pushing them out and lightning shocking them. The villain finished his chant, a dark purple and gray circular cloud forming high up in the sky. "We're too late!" Cementoss yelled, turning to Ectoplasm with a worried look.

Everyone stood in anticipation, waiting to see what comes out of the dark, swirling cloud. Finally, a faint, small figure starts to appear. It eventually escapes the cloud, falling lifelessly.

*Y/N'S POV*

"Miss! It is time to wake up!"

"Mm... what?"

I opened my eyes to see the dark sky. 'Wait, the sky shouldn't be purple... Wait! The sky?!' Adrenaline shoots through my system, fully waking me. I flip my body to see the ground coming at me at a fast pace. "Oh crap!" I point my wrist towards a nearby building and shoot my web, I swing towards the ground before swinging back up and onto the top of the building.

I crouched, out of breath from the close call. "V.I.S.P., what the hell just happened?" I ask my AI, scanning my surroundings. "I'm not sure miss, we we're patrolling when we were suddenly sucked into a purple and gray cloud. I shut down after that then was able to restart as we were leaving said cloud." He answered. "Hm... is it just me, or are all of those people staring at me?" I ask, scanning the crowd. "They do seem to be looking at you with nervous anticipation." V.I.S.P. responded.

"You there! My strong fiend!" Suddenly, someone dressed as a wizard called out to me. "Huh? Is he talking to me? What is that? Japanese? V.I.S.P., are we in Japan?" I questioned, tilting my head. "I'm not sure miss, my GPS system is down at the moment." He said.

"Come down from there and help me destroy these heathens!" The wizard shouted, pointing to the crowd of tense people in front of him. "Well, good thing I took that Japanese class," I shrugged. V.I.S.P. produced a speaker from my suit, enhancing my voice. "Why?" I asked, switching to Japanese.

Every one's eyes widened in surprise at my response. Once the wizard got over his initial shock, he seemed to fume, "B-Because I command thee! Destroy them!" I rolled my eyes under my mask, "I'm not your pet, I'm not going to do whatever you want me to. And why are you talking like it's the medieval times? Get with the century." At this, the wizard started to turn red, "Enough with this nonsense! I summoned you here to do my bidding! Destroy them!"

You sighed in annoyance, "Well it looks like you have to send me back, because as far as I'm concerned, they're innocent. And I don't hurt the innocent." "AGH! I'LL DEAL WITH YOU MYSELF!" The wizard boomed. He started to chant and a purple mist and lightning started to form around him. V.I.S.P. put the speaker away as I hurried out a command, "V.I.S.P., assess!" "It seems like he chants spells that give him power, like a normal wizard." He responded, zooming the sight on my mask to see the wizards face better. "On it!"

I jumped off the edge of the building, getting surprised gasps from the crowd below. I pointed my wrist at a lower building, shooting my web towards it. I was able to swing low enough to shoot a glob of web at the wizard, it instantly sticking to his mouth. As soon as he stopped chanting the purple mist and lightning dispersed.

The wizard shot his hand to his mouth, trying to rip off the web. I lightly land on my feet on the ground and walk towards the wizard. He look to me in pure rage as he bolts towards me, his staff in the air, ready to swing at me. But I stopped him in his tracks as I shot my web onto his staff, pulling it out of his hand and into mine. He looked at me in surprise. "Are you done?" I question. He rushed towards me again with his fists. "Apparently not." I roll my eyes again.

I shot web at both of his fists, bringing them into makeshift handcuffs. I then shot web at his feet, tying them together, making him face plant into the ground. "She took him down in seconds..." I heard someone mumble from the crowd. I quickly look to see the voice belonged to a boy with dark green hair, freckles, green eyes and a dark green suit. He flinched when I turned my gaze towards him. I look back down to the wizard, attaching web to him and picking him up like a duffle bag, "C'mon buddy."

I start walking towards the crowd and they tense again and got into fighting stances. Looking over the crowd again, I noticed that they were all dressed up, almost like hero's. And that most of them were younger, only and handful of adults present. As I got closer, a tall being with a dark face that was mostly teeth and donning a trench coat spoke to the crowd, "Be prepared, we don't know if we can trust her."

"Calm down, I'm not going to attack." I called out to them, "Are you the authorities here? Who do I give this wizard guy to?" The tall man was taken aback, "Um, yes, we'll take him." I set the wizard down and turn to the green haired boy from earlier, pointing the wizard staff at him, "You there! The one with broccoli hair! Where am I?"

The boys eyes widened, "M-Me?" He pointed to himself. I nodded yes. "U-Um, Musutafu, J-Japan..." He stuttered out. My eyes widened at this information, "V.I.S.P., Musutafu, Japan doesn't exist... where exactly are we?" "It seems like we were transferred to a parallel universe." V.I.S.P. answered. "What?" I gritted out. "Yes miss, the best course of action is to go back the way we came." He said, causing me to turn back to the wizard. I rip the web from his mouth, "Send me back, wizard."

"Never! And I'm not Wizard, I'm Sorcerer!" He boomed, face still red with anger. "Okay, I don't have time for this," I pick him up by his collar with my dominant hand and hold him in the air, his feet swinging, searching for the ground. The anger instantly drained from his face and fear over took it. "Listen here, you off brand Merlin. You're going to willingly send me back from where you took me, or, I'm going to have to use force. And trust me, you don't want that, because every time I use force, they don't always come out alive." I threat, stressing the last sentence.

He was struggling to open his mouth as he was shaking with fear, but he eventually muttered out, "I-I c-can't..."

I instantly brought him face to face with me, "What do you mean you can't?" At this point, his medieval accent was gone and tears were falling from his eyes, "I can't! I-I've only brought things f-from other dimensions, I-I don't know how to s-send them back!" I was silently staring at him as I started to think, making him nervously look to the side with the crowd.

I drop him on to the ground and shot webbing around him, making him unable to move from that spot, "Wait here." I started making my way to the crowd with my hands up in the air, "I'm not going to attack or hurt you guys, I just need to talk to who's in charge!" I stopped at about 12 feet aways from them so I wouldn't make them too uncomfortable. Everyone paused and look at each other, as if asking who should step up. But right as the tall being in the trench coat was about to speak, a small, white rodent looking being in a suit and a scar along his right eye walked out from the crowd.

"My name is Nezu, I'm the one in charge. Who might you be?" He spoke with a friendly smile. "My name is Cobalt and I'm not from here. Sorcerer here says he doesn't know how to send me back. Yet. If it's alright with you, I would like to keep him in a secured facility and have him practice his 'spells' until he can send me back. I don't want any trouble, I just want to go back home." I spoke in a slightly louder manner than usual so the crowd behind Nezu could hear what I'm saying.

Nezu was quiet for a bit, giving me a look over. "Okay! We'll deal with Sorcerer so you can go home, for the mean time, you can stay with us!" Nezu cheered. His words caught everyone behind him off guard. "B-But sir! We don't know what she's capable of or what she wants to do!" The tall being with the trench coat called out to Nezu. "You heard her! She just wants to go home. And while she's here, I bet she could teach the students a few things! I trust her." At Nezu's last sentence, he gave me a confident smile. I didn't get a bad feeling from the group, so staying with them shouldn't be too bad. I smiled under my mask, "Thank you, sir." "Of course! Now! Let's get all of this cleaned up!" He clapped his hands together.

*Time Skip*

Nezu had Sorcerer taken away, a cleaning group start on picking up debris and a medical team start attending to the injured. Currently, me and him were off to the side as he explained to me where I would be going. "I don't know what your world is like, but he have a school that trains the new generations to become professional hero's. Due to some complications in the past, we now have dorms. You'll be staying in the 1-A dorm with the 1-A hero class. Their teacher is a man named Shota Aizawa, or Eraser Head for his hero name. Follow me, I'll take you to him!"

As me and Nezu were heading towards the medical group, I felt eyes on me. I turn to my left to see a group of five students staring at me, but once they saw that they were caught they jumped and tried to 'casually' look away. But they were still looking at me through the corner of their eyes. The group contained the green haired boy from earlier, a girl with short brown hair, brown eyes, round cheeks and a pink and black suit. The second boy had half white and half red hair, heterochromia eyes (right eye brown, left eye blue), a scar covering his left eye and a dark blue jumpsuit with white boots. The third boy had dark blue hair and eyes, glasses, and a metal suit. Finally, a girl with long dark green hair, wide dark green eyes, and a frog like suit.

From the sounds of it, I was going to be living with them, so might as well as make friends. I waved to them, and they looked surprised. All of them waved back except for the dark blue haired male in the metal suit, he did a full 90 degree bow. The others started to fuss at him after he stood up and he gained an embarrassed blush. I couldn't help but to giggle under my mask at them.

Me and Nezu made our way to the medical unit where a tired looking man with shoulder length wavy black hair was being treated. He donned a black jumpsuit with black boots and, what appeared to be, a scarf made out of bandage like material. "Aizawa," Nezu addressed the male, "I decided to have Cobalt stay with your class. I feel that she'll be helpful to everyone. And of course, it'll only be until she can go back home."

Aizawa looked me over and turned back to Nezu, "How do we know we can trust her?" Before Nezu could speak, I spoke up, "If I wanted to take all of you out, I would have done so by now. I don't know anything about your world and I was brought here against my own will, if anything, I should be asking you guys if I can trust you. I don't want anything from you all except help to go home."

Aizawa was quiet as he observed me some more. Then he stood up and made his way in front of me, "Fine. But if I feel like you put any of my students or friends in danger I will take care of you." "Sounds like a plan," I held out my hand to Aizawa. He was hesitant at first, but in the end he took it and shook my hand.

*Previously*

*Midoriya's POV*

The being fell from the sky, unmoving. But it eventually woke up in a panic, most likely because it was falling from high up in the sky. But then it shot something from its wrist and it attached to a building, swinging to be on top of the roof. It stayed there for a long moment, observing everyone. I look to my classmates to see if they were as nervous as I am, the answer was yes. Though we were all keeping on a brave face.

Sorcerer called out to the being, trying to get it to come down. What surprised everyone was that the being responded in perfect Japanese, but what also surprised me was that it was a girl. Sorcerer and the girl bantered for a bit as we all watched, but eventually Sorcerer had enough and started to cast another spell.

The girl fearlessly jumped from the building, a few classmates gasping in shock (including me). She shot more web to swing from a different building and shot webbing to cover Sorcerers mouth, preventing him from casting spells. When she landed on the ground I was able to get a good look at her.

She wore a skin tight, cobalt blue and black suit, blue being the main color while black was the secondary. The suit looked shiny, metallic. Her mask, which covered her entire face, was cobalt blue, except for her eyes, they were a pristine white. On her chest was a black spider symbol. Her entire suit had a spider web-like design. Since her suit was covering her entire being, the only thing you could tell about her was that she was female and 5'3".

[A/N: Imagine this but without the hair.]

She was able to disarm and take down Sorcerer in the blink of an eye. "She took him down in seconds..." I unconsciously mumbled. The girl quickly turned her gaze towards me, her white mask eyes staring into my soul making me flinch. She turned her gaze back to the Sorcerer then picked him up, making her way towards us hero's.

"Be prepared, we don't know if we can trust her." Ectoplasm.

"Calm down, I'm not going to attack. Are you the authorities here? Who do I give this wizard guy to?" The girl.

"Um, yes, we'll take him."

"You there! The one with broccoli hair! Where am I?"

...

Was... she talking to me? "M-Me?" I questioned and she nodded in response. "U-Um, Musutafu, J-Japan..." I answered. It seemed like she started talking to herself and eventually got upset to the point she was holding Sorcerer in the air and threatening him to send her back. But when he revealed he couldn't, she dropped him. 'Just exactly how strong is this girl?' I thought as she stepped forward again, asking for the person in charge.

Nezu stepped forward and was talking with her for a bit before he declared that she was going to stay with us until she could find a way home. Of course there was some disagreement amongst my teachers, but Nezu's word was final.

*Time Skip*

I was standing off to the side of all the cleaning groups and medical teams, sipping on my water as I watched the girl and Nezu talk. Eventually, Uraraka, Iida, Tsu, and Todoroki join me. "What do you think about the new girl? She seems so strong!" Uraraka questioned, a hint of amazement in her voice. "She definitely seemed very skilled." Todoroki said.

"Do you think we can trust her? I over heard her talking to someone named: 'V.I.S.P.', maybe it's a demonic voice in her head that gives her powers!" Iida rambled, getting strange looks from everyone. "I highly doubt that," Tsu added. "Deku, you're awfully quiet." Uraraka commented, looking at me. "Oh, sorry, I'm just watching the girl and Nezu." I said, making everyone look towards the beings I just mentioned. And on cue, the girl looks over to us.

"Ah! She's looking at us! What do we do?!" Uraraka whispered shouted, but we all calmed down when the girl waved to us. We all waved back, except Iida, of course. He did a full bow to the girl, "Iida! Why did you do that? All she did was wave!" I scolded in a panicky manner. "I panicked!" Iida responded, also in a panicky manner.

"Who do you think she is going to stay with? A teacher, class 1-B, or maybe even us?" Todoroki suddenly, still staring at the girl. "Huh? Oh... I don't know." Was all I could say. "Oh! It would be cool if she stayed with us! Then maybe we can learn a few things from her!" Uraraka smiled in excitement, Tsu nodding along.

"Yeah, it would definitely be cool if I could talk to her and ask her a few questions." I mumbled, causing the group to laugh. "A couple? Deku, you would do a full interview!" Uraraka added, still laughing. "Hey!" I blushed, making them laugh more (Todoroki was chuckling).

*Time Skip*

*Y/N's POV*

'... well, this is awkward.' Me, Aizawa and the hero students were all on a bus heading to their school, UA. The only thing is, everyone was staring at me (except Aizawa and Nezu). Whenever I would turn to look at the hero students, half of them would look away and the other half would shamelessly stare (I even got a wave once).

When we finally made it to the schools dorms, Aizawa told his students to eat, clean themselves and sleep. "As for you," He turned to me. "I'll show you which dorm you'll be staying in. Since we don't know who you are quite yet, you won't be allowed to leave the dorm building without supervision." "Sir, yes sir." I sarcastically mumbled, not thrilled at what he said. He ignored me and started to make his way into the dorm building. The students followed behind at a pace, whispering about me.

When we got into the dorm, Aizawa halted in his steps. He was looking at something on his phone. "Whats wrong?" I questioned, wondering why we stopped. Aizawa hummed, "I'm debating on where I should put you." I was confused for a second before it clicked, "Ah, you're wondering who you should put in charge of me, who should watch me." Aizawa gave me an irritated look, most likely upset at being called out.

He made his way further into the dorms, with me still following, and walked into a living room of sorts. "Wait here," Was all Aizawa said before walking off. I rolled my eyes at his behavior and took a seat on one of the couches. I was taking in my surroundings when I felt eyes on me once again. Without even looking to see who it was, you called out, "Can I help you?" Cue the panicked whispers. It eventually went quiet, until I heard footsteps make their way towards me.

Three boys made their way into my view, the first one was 5'6", blonde with a black lightning bolt on his bangs and hazel eyes. He wore black pants, brown shoes, white shirt, white belt, a black jacket and had blue sunglasses sitting on top of his head. The second male was 5'7", had spiky red hair, matching red eyes and sharp teeth. He wore a black face guard, black sleeves and pants, red shoulder guards that almost look like tires, burgundy boots and a red cape, but for his waist and it had a big red 'R' on the front of his belt. His chest was completely bare. The third male was 5'10", had straight black hair that went down to his chin, black eyes, circular elbows and an extremely straight smile. He wore a black suit, the center being white, white boots and yellow shoulder guards that almost look like tape dispensers.

The blonde and ravenette looked nervous, while the red head look unsure. "Is there something I can help you boys with?" I questioned. "U-Um, if it's alright with you, can we ask you some questions?" The red head stepped forward, speaking for his friends. I thought about it for a moment, "Yeah, that's fine, I'm not falling asleep any time soon. But I don't want to repeat myself, so go grab whatever classmates that also have questions or want to hear my answers."

The red heads face lit up in excitement, "Alright!" They all turn around to rush off but I stop them, "Wait! What are your names?" They halted in their steps and the red head spoke first, "Oh! Right! I'm Kirishima Eijiro! Or Red Riot!" Next the blonde, "I'm Kaminari Denki, also known as Chargebolt!" Finally the ravenette, "My name is Sero Hanta, my hero name is Cellophane!" "It's nice to meet you!" They simultaneously say, rushing off. "Hm, they seem fun," I say to myself.

"Cobalt," I turn to see Aizawa return with the red and white haired boy from earlier, and upon closer inspection he was 5'9". The boy was already cleaned and out of his hero suit, currently wearing sweat pants and a white t-shirt. "This is Todoroki Shoto, you'll be staying in the room next to his, I assigned him to watch over you." Aizawa introduced and explained. "Hm... Todoroki Shoto... let's see, birthday: January 11th, powers are fire and ice, blood type O, family is father, who is the hero Endeavor, mother and two siblings. Got into UA through recommendation, ranked 5th in the mid-terms-" Before I could finish Aizawa interrupted me, "Wait! How do you know all of this?!"

"Hm? Oh, I'm reading his file." You nonchalantly stated, "From the looks of it, you're definitely one of the more capable students to watch me." I complimented, looking towards Todoroki. "How did you get his files?!" Aizawa continued to interrorgate me. "Nezu gave them to me," I shrugged. "He thought it would help me know how to teach them."

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, "Of course he did. I don't know if you're going to be teaching them yet or not. For the time being, Todoroki will be by your side. If you have any questions, ask him. He'll show you to your room," Aizawa then turned to Todoroki. "Contact me if she's any trouble." Todoroki nodded in confirmation and Aizawa left.

Cue the awkward silence. It seems like Todoroki is a queit one. "Do you... want to give me a tour of the place?" I slowly started, unsure of what to say. "Alright," Was all he said. I got up from my seat on the couch and gestured for him to lead the way.

*Time Skip*

Todoroki had shown me where my room was, which was between his and someone named Satou Rikidou, and two floors of the dorms before Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero came to find me. "Hey! Cobalt! We're all ready!" Kirishima excitedly said. "Ready for what?" Todoroki questioned, tilting his head. "She said she would answer all of our questions but didn't want to repeat herself, so we gathered everyone that wants to hear." Sero explained, just getting an 'oh' from Todoroki.

The five of us made our way back to the living room, and I don't know why, but it took me by surprise to see everyone from their class there. "Well, this is more than I was expecting." I said, clapping my hands together. "Before you start asking questions, introduce yourselves. I've already met Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero and Todoroki."

Everyone kind of looked around at each other before a sparkling blonde with indigo eyes stood up and posed, "My name is Aoyama Yuuga, I'm sure you're pleased to meet me!" "Okay, next." I moved on, causing him to look sad. 'Sorry dude,' I thought to myself. Everyone else started to inroduce themselves effortlessly.

"I'm Ashido Mina! Nice to meet you!"

"I'm Ojiro Mashirao, welcome."

"My name is Asui Tsuyu, ribbit."

"My name is Tenya Iida! Class president! I hope you enjoy your stay here!"

"Good evening! I'm Uraraka Ochako!"

"K-Kouda Kouji..."

"I'm Satou Rikidou."

"Shouji Mezou."

"Hey, the names Jirou Kyouka."

"I'm Tokoyami Fumikage."

"Hello! My name is Hagakure Tooru!"

"I-Im Midoriya Izuku, or Deku."

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Yaoyorozo Momo."

"And I'm Mineta Minoru my queen!"

The grape looking guy held out his hand to me, puckering his lips. I ignore him and turn to the last person, "What about you? What's your name?" He glared at you as if you asked the most disrespectful question ever, "Bakugo!" He snarled. "Geez, calm down, I just asked you your name." I muttered, causing the spiky blonde to start yelling. Kirishima, thankfully, calmed him down.

"Alright, what are your questions?"

...that was a mistake. Half of the class was yelling over each other, trying to get their question answered first. "Quiet!" I yelled from my speaker, the class going silent in a second. "Okay, since you guys apparently don't know how to act, raise your hand if you have a question. I'll pick you one at a time." I firmly said. But hey, it worked. Everyone, except Bakugo and Kouda, raised their hand. Midoriya even took his unoccupied hand to try and push his raised arm higher.

"Alright, let's start with you first, dark knight, Tokoyami was it?" I pointed to the boy with a bird like head. He seemed surprised that I chose him first, "O-Oh, well what is your name?" "Cobalt," I said with no hesitation. "Sero, what's your question." I moved on to the next person. Tokoyami, and every one else, seemed taken aback at how fast you moved on. "Huh? Oh, then I guess why did you pick the name 'Cobalt'? No offense, but it seems strange to name yourself after a color." Sero said, getting an irritated 'Hey!' from Ashido.

"I named myself 'Cobalt' after the cobalt blue tarantula, I was bit by one a few years ago, that's how I got my spider like powers. Hence my name, suit color and design." I explained, projecting an image of a cobalt blue tarantula from my hand.

[A/N: Image does not belong to me]

"Wait, wait, wait! You weren't born with your powers?!" Midoriya exclaimed as he stopped writing in his journal (that I just now noticed). "Did I call on you?" I made my voice slightly deeper to show irritance. The green haired boy visibly gulped and tried to stutter out an apology. "I-I-I'm s-sor-ry-" He stopped when I started laughing, "I'm just kidding, Midoriya! But to answer your question: yes, I wasn't born with my powers. I was a normal teen, with an IQ of 265, until I was bit one day and found out I have heightened senses, I could climb walls, sense danger, have superhuman durability, speed, reflexes, and strength. Oh, and I heal faster than most."

Their jaws dropped and it was silent once again. Midoriya jumpedup and started to rant, "Huh?! You have an IQ of 265?! And those are all of your powers?! How long have you been a hero?! Where did you train?! Who trained you?! Where did-" "Midoriya Izuku!" I yelled over him, making him go quiet and blush in embarrassment. "Calm down, I will answer all of your questions. Uraraka, do you still have a question?"

The brunette looked from Midoriya to me in surprise, "Oh! Well, Deku brought up some good questions, so how long have you been a pro hero?" "I've been a hero for about 3 years now." I answered. "Wow! So long!" Uraraka gushed. "Wait, 3 years? How old are you?" Ashido asked, leaning forward in her spot. "That's classified." Was all I said before turning to Yaoyorozo, "Whats your question?" She hummed in thought at first, "Are you going to reveal anything about yourself that's not hero related?" "Ah, I forgot you were the smart one in the class," I mumbled under my breath (I had skimmed everyones files and saw that Yaoyorozo was the most book smart out of them all), hoping to avoid personal questions like that.

"Alright, I'm just going to tell you my life story and if you have questions afterwards I'll still answer them." At my words, everyone got cozy in their seats. "Where I come from, people with super powers are rare. We don't have schools to train us on how to be a hero, you just practice until you're good enough to be called a hero by the public. You're supposed to keep your identity a secret, otherwise the bad guys can find out information about you. Like where you live, where you work or go to school at, who your loved ones are... and they will use that against you. I'm speaking from experience... I don't know what your world is like, or how long I'm going to stay here, but I don't want to lose the practice of keeping my identity a secret." It was quiet again, but this time I could feel sorrow and pity radiating from everyone. Before I could change the subject, Midoriya stood up and hugged me.

"I'm sorry your world is like that, and I'm sorry that you lost someone close to you. But this world is different, there's hero's everywhere. If you come to care about someone from this world, you can trust that they will be safe. But if you still want to keep your identity a secret, we'll understand and respect your decision." The green haired boy pulled back from his hug, but still stayed in front of me, giving the warmest smile I've ever seen.

I thought about his words, 'He is right, everyone I care about is in a different universe. And no one here know me... what the heck.' I had V.I.S.P. retract my mask, it folding into the rest of my suit, "It's nice to meet you, Midoriya. I'm L/N Y/N, let's be friends!" I gave him a large smile, holding out my hand. But Midoriya didn't shake my hand, he went rigid, his face went red, and he started stuttering/mumbling unintelligible words.

*Midoriya's POV*

'Cute! Cute! Cute! I did not expect her to be this cute!' After her mask pulled away, her (h/l) (h/c) hair fell and a floral smell entered my nose. She has soft looking (s/c) skin, glossy (e/c) eyes, (short/long) eyelashes that added to her enchanting eyes, and (thin/plump) lips that completed her smile. "Midoriya, are you alright?" She asks, worry laced in her voice. "Yes!" Was all I could say (shout).

To try and change the subject from me, I stepped out of her way to reveal her to the class, "H-Hey everyone! Look! S-She decided to t-take off her mask!" When I turned to my classmates I noticed something. Most of the guys had dazed looks and soft blushes on their cheeks while staring at Y/N. Even Bakugo had the tiniest blush at first, but he brushed it off with an annoyed look. 'Everyone seems to already like her... why do I feel upset about that?'

*Y/N's POV*

"Oh my gosh, you're so pretty!" Ashido exclaimed, jumping forward. "Oh, thanks." I said, slightly surprised at her reaction. Uraraka jumped forward too, "Yes! We'll have to have a girls night one day!" The other girls chimed in, agreeing. "O-Oh, um okay..."

Todoroki placed his hand on my shoulder, "Are you alright, L/N?" I look to him to see concern in his eyes. 'That's a little surprising.' I thought before answering him, "Yeah, it's just that... with being a hero at such a young age I never got the chance to really hang out with people my age. It's just new to me," I explained. "Oh, and you guys can call me Y/N by the way, that's what I'm used to. That or Cobalt."

"Then you can call me Mina!"

"Yes, yes! Call me Ochaco!"

"You can call me Tsu if you would like."

"Please, call me Momo."

"Feel free to call me Kyouka."

"Definitely call me Tooru!"

I laughed, "Alright, only because you said so." The girls pretty much swarmed me, talking about all the things we could do on our future girls day.

*3rd Person POV*

Y/N's laugh caused a good amount of the boys to blush lightly again. Midoriya was hyperly aware of the others dazed looks, watching them from the corner of his eye.

Kirishima had leaned over to whisper to Kaminari and Sero, "Hey, Cobalt is really pretty, huh?" His friends nodded their heads in agreement. "Yeah, way more than I thought." Kaminari added. "Do you think she's single?" Sero questioned, getting shrugs back.

Ojiro over heard their conversation and leaned over to them, "Does it matter? She's not going to stay here forever, she wants to go back home." Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero all got looks of disappointment. "That's right, I forgot about that..." Kaminari mumbled.

"That is if she even can go home," Bakugo had mindlessly mumbled to himself, but the trio had heard it. They look to each other, hope in their eyes that they might get a chance with the cute hero... that is, until it turned to competitiveness.

*Y/N's POV*

"It's late now, we should be getting to bed." I said while I stood up, Todoroki following suit. "Aw, but we wanna talk more!" Mina pouted. I chuckled, "We can talk tomorrow, see you guys then. Goodnight." I waved bye as me, Todoroki and Sero left to our rooms (Satou decided to stay up longer with a few of his classmates).

"So, Y/N," Sero started as we left the living room, "Is there anything you miss from your world? Like maybe your favorite place, a close friend... a boyfriend?" I couldn't help but to roll my eyes, "If you want to know if I have a boyfriend I'd rather you bluntly ask than beating around the bush." Sero blushed and stuttered, embarrassed at being caught. "But to answer your question, no, I don't have a boyfriend."

Sero's eyes went wide, "Really? That's surprising." I turn to the ravenette, closing the distance between us and craning my neck to make eye contact, "Why's that?" I even purposely batted my eyelashes to try and make him nervous, which it did. "O-Oh, w-well it's just t-that, y'know, y-you're r-really p-pretty and a-all..." He was looking everywhere except my direction. "Is that all?" I tilt my head to the side. "Y-Yes?" He responded.

I quickly distance myself from him, "Unfortunate. There's more to me than a pretty face." Sero was frozen in place, processing what just happened. Me and Todoroki left him in his place heading to our dorms. When we made it, he called out to me, "Y/N, if you need anything, don't be afraid to wake me up." I smiled at him, "Don't worry Todoroki, I will."

As I opened the door to my room he called out to me again, "And..." He seemed hesitant at first, but when I gave him a comforting smile he continued, "Call me Shoto. It's only fair since you let us call you Y/N." My eyes widened in surprise, then I smiled again, "Alright. Goodnight, Shoto. I'll see you tomorrow." I waved bye as I entered my room, closing the door behind me.

*3rd Person POV*

After Y/N shut her door, Todoroki had a dazed look, staring at the place where she once stood. On his cheeks was a soft blush, his heart fluttering at the way his name sounded when she spoke it.

A/N: Just in case you couldn't tell, this is kind of a mix between Marvel and MHA, neither Marvel or MHA belongs to me. I won't directly talk about or bring in other Marvel characters, but I might insinuate them. If you're a fan of Marvel, I tried to make the readers hero character a mix between Spider-Man and Iron Man, I thought it would be a fun idea. Like I said before, Marvel or MHA does not belong to me. I hope you enjoyed reading!

[ameliora-j]

CAN YOU PLEASE DO ROUGH DOM NIALL. i’m actually begging. maybe the reader acts up on purpose for attention because niall is busy with his new album and he has to put her in her place 🫢 btw i love ur work, your like my fav author on this app xx

pls ur gonna make me cry :’) thank u angel ♡

content: mean dom!niall, fem!reader, brat!reader, edging, cumplay, impact play (flogging, slapping), spitting, humiliation, degradation, tummy bulge, creampie, breeding kink, lots of pet names, dominant/submissive themes, no aftercare written but it happens!, THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I’M SO SORRY BAE DODOWNEN, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI !

you’re grumpy—and you have been for the last week and a half. had niall been paying any attention to you at all, he’d have realized as such earlier. however, he is deep into the finalization stage of his new album. you’re proud of him—more than proud of him. niall turns your world that much is obvious. you praise any and everything he does. so of course you’re overjoyed he has a new album coming, and so proud of all his hard work.

you just can’t help but feel a little… jealous? neglected? you’re not a hundred percent sure exactly what you would call it in truth. it feels like a big dark cloud of grump is sitting above your head and you can’t do anything about it. niall is your boyfriend, the love of your life… but first and foremost he is your dominant. he keeps you in check, makes sure you’re always on track, and fucks you into oblivion every night.

the problem is that with his new album, he hadn’t fucked you in almost two weeks. to go from having sex every day—multiple times a day—to none at all for a whole two weeks was really taking a toll on you. it’s niall’s own fault, anyway—your sex drive wasn’t nearly this high before you’d met him. you don’t realize that your sexual frustration is building up until you’re already on the brink of an explosion. waking up in the morning with only one thing on your to-do list: be the biggest brat known to mankind.

unbeknownst to you, niall had taken the day off. he realized that he was neglecting you a bit—it’d been too long since he saw your pretty face when you were awake. you’re surprised to see niall still laying in bed beside you, sleeping peacefully when your eyes flutter open. you look to the bedside table and read the numbers on the alarm clock before pushing his shoulder.

niall wakes with a grunt, gasping a bit as he turns to look at you. “wha’s a’matter?” he mumbles tiredly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“you’re late” you mumble grumpily as you move to get out of bed. “wouldn’t wanna keep the love of your life waiting” you slightly grumble as you walk to the bathroom.

“love of my life? what’re you on about, pet? you’re right here” he chuckles softly, shaking his head as he sits up. “come back to bed, i took the day off. wanna cuddle.”

your heart flutters at the statement, nearly blowing the grump-cloud away, but it’s already hard-set on remaining there for the rest of the day. “i can’t i have things to do.” you say simply as you move to walk downstairs.

niall frowns a bit, clambering out of bed to follow you. “hey wait a second, where are you going?” he asks. you’re never out of bed this quick—even if you do have plans for the day. furthermore, no matter if you’re late, you’re always keen to lay down and have a cuddle with niall.

“since when does my life interest you?” you snark. niall’s jaw clenches. it’s barely been fifteen minutes and he’s already fed up with your attitude. he takes a breath to calm himself, wanting to get to the root of the issue before taking things too far.

“your life always interests me. you’re my girl, don’t be ridiculous” he shakes his head. you simply scoff, rolling your eyes and shoving past him and going to take a shower.

niall is quick to grab your wrist, dragging you back to his chest and squeezing your jaw. “listen here you little brat. i took the day off to spend quality time with you but i can just as easily spend it beating the brat out of you. so what will it be?” he growls lowly. you seal your fate when you suck in your cheeks, pursing your lips and spitting on him.

his eyes go dark and he chuckles lowly, slapping his palm against your cheek roughly. “i’m gonna make you regret that” he murmurs.

niall all but drags you back to the bedroom, shoving you roughly onto the bed. you whimper a bit, squirming in anticipation as he walks over to the closet, grabbing his duffel bag full of toys, ropes, and all of his ‘dom essentials.’ “what are you doing?” niall asks when he turns around—noting you hadn’t moved from where he put you.

“sitting” you hum, snark still lacing your tone. niall chuckles, shaking his head a bit as he walks over to you. he grabs you by your neck, forcing you to stand before tearing your nightgown from your body—practically tearing the flimsy fabric in two.

you squeak as niall spins you, forcing you down onto the bed before pulling your hips up so you were on your hands and knees. you hear rummaging before one of niall’s hands rubs over your ass. “pick a number between one and five.”

he’s angry—really angry—he usually always adds a pet name even if you’re in trouble. you bite your lip, thinking hard about what number to pick. you knew how niall’s spankings worked. you would pick a number, and if you got it right then that’s how many spanks you got. if you got it wrong, then he’d double whatever number he was thinking of. you squeeze your eyes shut tight, going with the safest option smack dab in the middle. “three?” you say hesitantly.

niall smirks, rubbing his hands over your ass. “oh, princess” he hums in a sickly sweet tone—and you nearly smile before realizing that you’re being mocked as his hand strikes your ass cheek. “it was five” he says lowly.

the number is the only warning that you get before niall winds up his flogger and slams it down on your ass. you practically scream into the comforter, tears already pricking the corners of your eyes. he doesn’t start off gentle or work his way up, and he gives you no respite as he continuously whips his flogger on different areas of your backside.

you make sure to call out numbers clear and concise—not wanting to start over with niall in this mood. by the time he’s finished with you, you’re a wet mess—in more ways than one. tears spilling down your cheeks, drool falling from your lips, and cunt sticky with arousal.

“okay okay okay” niall hums as he turns you around. “i know baby, i know. you’re okay… you’re fine” he coos tauntingly as he pulls you to his chest. “‘s okay, i’ll give y’what y’want… quit y’tears” he mumbles as he tugs his sweats down. he lays you back on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable on top of the pillows before kissing your head.

“oh there’s my girl” he smirks as he runs his cock through your sticky folds. you whine softly, arching towards him before he pushes your hips down. “stay still, y’brat” he grunts, slapping your cunt a few times. you shriek with each hit, your legs wiggling in an attempt to get away as you look at him tearily. “jus’ lay there and take my cock.” he mumbles as he slowly pushes into you.

the both of you moan as he bottoms out, you gripping niall’s shoulders as he holds your hips tightly. “fuckin shit babydoll” he groans, pressing down on the bulge of his cock your tummy. “forgot how goddamn tight you were” he gasps a bit, slowly pulling his cock out before thrusting back in.

niall is in heaven… he’s practically pussy drunk off one stroke alone. his head falls back and his eyes roll as he feels your gummy walls gripping him. you’re like a vice, almost as if you wouldn’t let go even if he begged you to. your pussy is sucking him in, leaking around him like a fountain of eternal youth and he’s so close to busting that he has to take a deep breath and distract himself. “this what you needed baby?” he mocks. “just a big cock to fill up your tight little cunt?” he hums.

“ni…” you whine softly and he simply chuckles before setting a pace. once he’s adjusted to your tightness and calmed himself down, he’s able to fuck you how he wants. he holds your hips down against the mattress setting a brutal and punishing pace in your cunt.

“that why you had an attitude? haven’t fucked you properly lately?” he laughs at you. actually laughs at you, and you can’t even bring yourself to care. “you’re so pathetic” he mumbles, spanking your clit. “all it takes is some dick n you’re all smiles again.”

“yeah daddy” you moan in agreement, nodding dumbly as your eyes fluttered closed. you barely even register the words niall is saying to you—all you know is that they’re mocking and unkind. but, this is all you wanted—what you’d been dreaming of for so long so you had not a care in the world. not a thought bouncing around your skull other than more more more.

more love. more affection. more close. more cock. more niall. he engulfed you, not just due to his much larger stature. he had you pinned between the bed, your bodies so close that you could feel the beads of sweat dripping off of his forehead and onto you. he was everywhere—on top of you, inside of you, touching you, his scent engulfing your nostrils as you lay on his pillow.

your head was swimming in a pool of niall and you were content to drown in it until niall forces your leg up over his shoulder. he reangles his hips and slams his cock back directly into your gspot. “daddy!” you shriek out loudly, your back arching high off the bed.

“yeah baby, daddy’s here” he mumbles, reaching to rub your clit. “daddy’s right here baby. jus’ lay pretty and take my cock, yeah?” he flashes a bright smile your way, winking at you—his hips never breaking rhythm as he punishes your cunt with his cock.

you can barely choke out a response your cunt pulsing around him as your orgasm dangles so close, yet so far away. “are you gonna cum baby? i can feel you squeezing me” he hums, fucking you faster. “do you want to cum princess?” he mocks.

“yeah! yeah, yeah, yeah!” you chant, nodding rapidly as your hips begin stuttering against his. “oh fuck yeah!” you whine.

“awh… ‘s too bad i didn’t say you could then, isn’t it?” he hums, slapping your clit once more and laughing meanly. you whine in frustration, tears wetting your lashes as you force your orgasm back. “jus hold it baby, you can do it” he teases, but begins rubbing your clit in small, deliberate circles. “right? for daddy?” he smirks.

you gasp, nodding dumbly as your eyes roll. “f-f’daddy” you nod, your legs beginning to shake. you feel niall’s cock give a twitch at that, his hips stuttering a few times before he finds his pace once more.

“daddy’s gonna cum baby” niall moans in your ear, beginning to nip and suck the skin of your neck. “gonna fill this tight cunt… give you m’babies you want that?” he smirks.

“yeah daddy… yeah gimme your babies please” you whine, beginning to rock your hips in time with his.

“then cum with me, princess” he whispers, squeezing your throat just as your orgasm starts. you moan loudly, unable to stop the spasming of your body as you cream around niall’s cock. you distantly register his slew of swears through loud moans as you feel his seed painting your walls. you moan softly as he pulls you into a hot and heavy kiss—filled with love and passion.

niall pulls away breathlessly, smiling down at you in adoration as he gently pushes your hair from your face. “is my good girl back yet?” he hums softly, gently peppering kisses over your face.

the airy giggle you let out is enough to let niall know he’d fucked you nine ways from sunday and you were now deeply submerged in a submissive headspace. if that wasn’t enough for him, then your soft: “yeah daddy” as you nose against his neck seals the deal for him.

he hums a bit in relief—pride maybe?—before kissing your neck again. “good… you keen for a cuddle now?” he smirks softly at you.

[ireadtoomuchyafantasy]

Counting Wooloo [Leon x Reader] (WWC)

We kept at it until the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains. Exhausted and breathless, we flopped onto the bed, lying side by side, our hair wild and our cheeks flushed from all the laughter.

this is actually very SFW dw. a bit of steven and wallace in there. reader is the worldwide champ :)  As the night before the prestigious Pokémon tournament approached, (Y/N), the worldwide champion, found herself restless and unable to sleep. Despite her reputation as a powerful Pokémon trainer, the pressure of the upcoming event weighed heavily on her mind, leaving her pacing her room with an anxious heart.

have funnnn <3 fic begins under the cut

Oh no.

Oh no.

"Oh no," I mutter to myself. I stand up from my crouching position, my knees popping as I continue staring at the disastrous mess of a suitcase. My eyes dart around the hotel room, desperately searching for the missing items. A pile of clothes lies haphazardly to the side of the bag, and another pile, consisting of paperwork and a list of banned Pokémon and items in the Galar region, sits like a daunting mountain.

My hand instinctively goes to my forehead, trying to ease the tension building there. "Where are they?" I wonder aloud, my voice tinged with worry. My nails rake through my hair as I start pacing around the room, searching under furniture and in cabinets. I haven’t even unpacked yet, so the sleeping pills should be in my bag. But they are nowhere to be found. Shit. Shit.

Frustration mounting, I check under the bed for the third time, hoping for a miracle. But, as expected, nothing changes. I flop pathetically onto the mattress, my exhaustion mirrored in the weight of my sigh. My hand quickly snags a nearby pillow, and I scream into it, trying to release some of the pent-up stress.

Rolling onto my back, I flail my arms and kick my legs in a pathetic fit. When I finally tire myself out satisfactorily, I roll my head to the side, my eyes landing once again on the chaotic suitcase. My gaze then drifts to the bedside table, where the clock ticks away mercilessly. The pre-tournament gala is in an hour. I need to start preparing.

With a heavy huff and puff, I heave myself off the bed and trudge towards the pile of clothes I had packed for this prestigious event. The realization that I might have to spend the four days without my sleeping pills makes me anxious, but there's no time to dwell on that now. I need to focus and get ready for the gala. Maybe I can buy some more at the local Pokémon center.

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“Woah! (Y/N), you should not be drinking this much.” Steven Stone tries again for my glass of wine. I let him this time. Plus, I don’t trust my balance enough to wobble out of his reach again, or the structural integrity of my heels to take another fall. “How much did you drink, anyways?” He sniffs at my drink and makes a face. Taking my opportunity, I lunge towards the man, hand outstretched for the glass. “Oi!” He straightens his arm over his head, taking my precious glass of wine out of my reach. My arms land around his neck, and I end up hanging off his body. He stumbles a bit. 

“Oh, c’mon, Stevie. Live a little!” I giggle in his face. “Plus,” My breath must stink of wine. “I’ll have you know,” I say slowly as to not slur my words, “the legal drinking age of this region is sixteen.” He gives me an incredulous look. I pout and bat my eyelashes at him cheekily. In one clean motion, Steven Stone pushed me away by the forehead with one hand, and chugged my entire sweet glass of liquid sleep he was holding in the other. I yell in surprise, but by the time he released me, the glass was empty. He gives me a satisfied shit-eating grin. Not letting him have the satisfaction, I scrunch my nose and blow a razz berry at him, sauntering back towards the refreshments table. From behind me, I hear Wallace laugh and a loud groan from my steel-type specialist friend. Rushed footsteps sound, and I am once again graced with the presence of mother hen.

“You’ve only been twenty for seven months.” He whispers sharply. I spin around, losing my balance and grabbing onto his arm to stabilize myself. “Back in Hoenn and Sinnoh-”

“You’ve been drinking too, Stone.” I smile lazily between hiccups. “Your ears are so, so red.”

“You’re so drunk.”

“I forgot my sleeping pills. This will help me relax.” My grin grows wider as the party lights blink wilder, disco ball lowering itself into the dance floor. “Dance with me?”

“No. You’re going back to your room.” He motions his head towards Wallace, who makes his way towards us. “Have you noticed your Sinnoh accent returning as the night goes on?”

“But Stevie~” I whine, knowing it makes no difference. Wallace finally walks close enough for me to throw my body against, sobbing pathetically into his shoulder. He pats my head half-sympathetically. I prop my head up, chin against Wallace’s chest. “Wallace, dearest, can you buy some sleeping pills and drop them off at my room later?”

“The same 25mg?” He asks gently. I nod, rubbing my forehead - and my 500 dollar foundation - into his chest. Steven guffaws,

“Why don’t you ask me?”

“Because you, Steven darling, would buy the entire store.” Wallace tilts his head towards his best friend. “Poor (Y/N) only needs one bottle.”

“You have no concept of money.” I mumble usefully. Wallace’s soft laugh rumbles through my body.

“Let’s get you back into your room.” Wallace props me up straight, and the three of us saunter into the hallway slowly, arms linked and all.

---

As the three of us walk down the hotel hallway, I can feel the alcohol starting to take its toll on my senses. The lights in the hallway seem to be dancing along with the thumping music from the party, and my steps feel a little unsteady. Steven and Wallace are both chatting and laughing, but their voices sound distant, like they're coming from the end of a long tunnel.

"Are you feeling alright, (Y/N)?" Wallace asks with genuine concern in his voice.

"I'm fine," I slur, trying to sound more coherent than I feel. "Just a little... wobbly."

"You've had way too much to drink," Steven chimes in, trying to sound stern, but there's a hint of amusement in his tone.

"I'll be fine," I insist, clinging onto both of them for support. "Just need some freeeeash air."

We finally reach my hotel room, and I fumble around in my purse for the key card. After a few attempts, I manage to slide it into the slot and push the door open. The room feels like a safe haven, away from the loud music and flashing lights.

"Thank you, boys," I laugh dizzily, stumbling out of their arms onto to fall back in. "I'll be alright from here."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm a biggg-girl now," I puff out my chest as words slur together. “it’s time for some beeeeeauty sleep."

"Alright then," Steven says, smoothing out my hair, frizzy from the disco. "Get some rest and drink plenty of water."

"I will, Mom.” I wink teasingly, earning a chuckle from Wallace. To top it off, I blow Steven a kiss. This makes him laugh.

They both bid me goodnight, and as they leave the room, I collapse onto the bed with a heavy sigh. The room seems to be spinning around me, and I close my eyes, trying to steady myself.

"I really should have taken my sleeping pills," I drag my hands down my face. “I need some sleeping pills.”

But as I lie there, I can't seem to relax. I’ll do some other things to tire me out. I took a shower, cleaned my suitcase, braided my now-dry hair. Made and remade and re-remade my bed, but…

"Why can't I sleep?" I moan-cry, snagging another pillow to scream into.

I toss and turn for what feels like hours, but sleep remains elusive. Every tick in the clock seems to be making fun of me, tomorrow coming both too soon and not soon enough.

Just as I almost doze off, there's a soft knock on the door. I startle awake, whipping my head towards the door. Did I sleep in? I quickly slip into my slippers and pad towards the door.

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"Leon?" I rub my eyes and squint. "What are you doing here?"

He smiles sheepishly. “I heard you needed some sleeping pills.”

“Oh my Arceus.” Suddenly sober, my spine straightens and I whisk the bottle out of his hands. “Did Wallace send you? I am so so sorry. You even agreed to host this event, and now you’re not going to rest enough, and-” He holds up his hands, and I stop to look at him.

"I couldn't sleep either. Mind if I come in?"

Blinking a few times, I register his request. I quickly step aside, giving his big frame space to enter my room. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, and I plop down beside him.

---

There is nothing but silence between us. I inhale sharply, preparing myself to ask him to see himself out-

“The recommended dosage is 5-10 milligrams.” He says gently. “Even I only took up to fifteen…” I stop staring at my slippers and turn my head to face him. “Is everything alright?”

“Me? Oh, I’m just desensitized to it at this point.” I laugh lightly. He doesn’t need to know about the nightmares. I don’t need to tell him about them, but he seems to understand nonetheless. “Plus,” I add quickly, “it’s always hard to sleep the night before a tournament.”

“Something I find helps,” he replies also too quickly, “is to calm down and think happy thought before you sleep.” I hum and nod, thinking about how to get him out of my room without seeming too rude. I bite my lip and turn to him as ‘Yeah, I’ll try that thank you’ begins to form on my lips.

"Just remember what I used to do when Hop couldn't sleep," Leon says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I pause, tilting my head at the sudden change in mood.

"What's that?" I ask, curiosity creeping.

"I would have him count Wooloo," Leon chuckles. "Y’know? It's a common sheep Pokémon from our region. It always helped him relax and fall asleep."

I can't help but laugh at the thought. "Counting sheep, huh? That's an old trick."

"But it works," Leon insists. "Give it a try."

I raise an eyebrow at him. Is he serious? "You want me to count Wooloo?"

"Why not? It's worth a shot."

I roll my eyes playfully but decide to humor him. He grins wider. "Fine, I'll give it a try."

I lie back on the bed, making a deal to fluff up my comforter and close my eyes, trying to picture Wooloo jumping over a fence. "One Wooloo, two Wooloo, three Wooloo..."

I continue the counting in my head, but it’s too quiet. Leon is too quiet. My eyes crack open a little to see Leon reaching for something behind him. Before I know it, he's holding a pillow and winding up to knock me out.

"You sly motherf-" I start, grabbing my own pillow and holding it up in defense.

And just like that, the room went crazy with flying pillows. It was an all-out, no-holds-barred pillow fight, and we were laughing and wrestling like a bunch of kids at a sleepover.

We kept at it until the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains. Exhausted and breathless, we flopped onto the bed, lying side by side, our hair wild and our cheeks flushed from all the laughter.

"Wow, that was a blast," I said, trying to catch my breath. “I think I won, though.”

"Absolutely," Leon replied with a grin, looking equally disheveled. “But the score is 28-31 in my favour. Good try.” We laugh again.

Lying there, a sense of calm washes over me. As a champion, it was hard to just relax and let loose. It felt forbidden most times. Somehow, Leon made it feel just right. "I think I can finally get some shut-eye," I said, letting out a satisfied yawn.

Leon chuckles. "That's great. You need to rest before the tournament. You have three hours, go."

I nodded, feeling the exhaustion finally taking over. "You're right. Thanks for being here with me, Leon."

"Anytime, Ms. WWC." I laugh again.

As I closed my eyes, I felt the bed spring back as Leon gets up. I peek at him, feeling a bit reluctant to let him go.

"Where are you going?" I ask, my voice a little drowsy.

"I should head back to my room," he replied, stretching his arms. I definitely heard a few pops. "You need your beauty sleep, and I should catch some Z's too."

I grin sleepily. "Well, thanks for keeping me company. You're a real pal."

He winks playfully. "No problem, but next time, remember to pack those sleeping pills."

I guffaw and chuckle softly. "Yeah, I won't forget, promise."

As he made his way toward the door, I hesitate. The pillow fight had brought us closer, and I don't really want that connection to end so soon.

"Hey, Leon?" I call out, catching his attention before he left.

He turns back to me. "Yeah?"

"Do you mind staying a little longer?" I mumble, shifting a but from where I was tucked under the comforter. "Just until I doze off?"

A warm smile spread across his face. "Of course, (Y/N). I'll stay."

He returns to the bed and sits beside me. I lay back down, feeling more at ease for some reason.

As I close my eyes again, I hear him speak softly, almost like a lullaby. "One Wooloo, two Wooloo, three Wooloo..."

His voice was soothing, and it lulled me into a sense of tranquility. It wasn't long before I drifted off to the rhythm of his counting.

---

A few hours later, I woke up alone. My pillows, however, were still strewn across the carpeted floor. Shit. I placed a generous tip on my bed for the housekeeper as I left for the day. As I made my way to the tournament, I noticed knowing glances and playful smirks from some of the other participants. The story of our late-night antics must have spread like wildfire. Well, it brought some lightheartedness to the intense competition.

Throughout the tournament, Leon and I maintained our competitive spirits, but there was also a newfound camaraderie between us. We cheered each other on from the sidelines, and the support felt genuine and heartwarming. At the end of the yearly world championships, all challengers and champions had their fair share of workouts.

Later that evening, at the celebration dinner, I raised a toast to all the trainers who competed and congratulated them on their efforts. I thanked my friends and rivals for their unwavering support, but I couldn't help but single out one person.

"To Leon," I raise my glass of non-alcoholic juice, thanks to a special request from Hoenn. "for hosting this event in his region. Thank you for being there when I needed someone to count Wooloo with. You turned a sleepless night into a memorable one, and I couldn't have asked for a better friend and fellow champion."

The room erupts into cheers and applause, and I catch Leon's eye as he lifts his own glass at me. As the night went on, we continued to celebrate, and I caught glimpses of Leon across the room, laughing and enjoying himself. Our eyes met, and we shared a secret smile, remembering the pillow fight that brought us closer together.

[aifanfictions]

Write a story about Dragon Shiryu (from the anime Saint Seiya) and his girlfriend who is a sexy, badass woman.

Celestial Harmony

In the mystical world of Sanctuary, amidst the battles between the sacred warriors known as the Saints, one love story shone brighter than the rest. Dragon Shiryu, a beacon of unwavering strength and dedication, found himself in a love affair as fierce and relentless as any battle he'd ever fought. This love affair was with (Y/N), a woman of unparalleled allure, charisma, and confidence.

(Y/N) was a woman who commanded attention wherever she went, her magnetic presence drawing all eyes toward her. With her undeniable charisma and unwavering determination, she was a force to be reckoned with. But it was her inner strength and unparalleled self-confidence that truly captivated Shiryu's heart.

It all began during a chance encounter, one that neither of them could have foreseen. A mission brought them together, and in the midst of chaos, their paths crossed. Shiryu, with his indomitable spirit and the powerful Dragon Cloth, had always been confident in his abilities as a Saint. However, when he first saw (Y/N), a radiant warrior with a magnetic allure, his heart skipped a beat.

For Shiryu, the encounter was unlike any other. He was used to fierce battles and confronting adversaries with unyielding determination, but he had never met anyone like (Y/N). Her allure, the way she carried herself with unshakeable confidence, was an enchanting riddle he longed to solve.

And for (Y/N), Shiryu was a man who wore his strength like armor. His resilience and the unwavering dedication to his duty were qualities she admired. Beneath the Dragon Cloth, she saw the heart of a warrior who was unafraid to face his fears, to protect those he cared about. It was a revelation that intrigued her, and with each encounter, her fascination with the Dragon Saint deepened.

Their relationship was a dance of power and charisma, battles and shared respect. Shiryu's determination resonated with (Y/N) on a profound level, and he was drawn to her irresistible charisma. He found himself willingly ensnared by her confidence, which challenged him to embrace aspects of himself he'd kept hidden.

As their encounters continued, the sparks of attraction grew into a passionate fire, a love story that was as fierce and relentless as any battle they'd ever fought. Their connection went beyond the battlefield; it transcended the physical world, rooted in mutual admiration, respect, and unwavering love.

Their love story unfolded amid the challenges they faced, amidst battles and sacrifices. Shiryu was no longer just the Dragon Saint; he was the man who could conquer her heart. And (Y/N) was more than a charismatic presence; she was the woman who could inspire him to new heights, urging him to reach for the stars and protect the world they held dear.

In the end, their love became a testament to the power of confidence, mutual respect, and unyielding devotion. Together, Dragon Shiryu and (Y/N) conquered all adversities, proving that love could be as fierce and confident as their unwavering dedication to protecting the world.

They exemplified the celestial harmony that could exist between two people, a harmony that transcended the battles of Sanctuary and the challenges of their own hearts. And in each other's arms, they found a love that was strong enough to withstand the trials of the cosmos itself.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[astylos]

: ̗̀➛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒?

↺͏͏ᴛᴡᴏ - OH SHITTT

featuring: itoshi.s x f!reader x itoshi.r

sypnosis: college is a pain in your ass so why not spice it up with something called feelings? but you soon come to regret that as the two you found yourself stuck between were brothers

warnings: cursing/inappropriate language

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[yan-san-yan]

Barbatos x Reader

Here's a little scenario based on a thought that occurred to me the moment Barbatos' powers were revealed in the game. If he could see and control the past and future then what are the limits to his knowledge about everyone and everything? I do belive that he can't read thoughts and that he is able to somewhat control his powers from being bombarded by infinite knowledge.

Here's my take on what the MC/player would initially think about.

Enjoy~

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"So, you can predict the future, was it?" Barbatos was leading you towards his room. You had just been instructed by Diavolo to travel back in time to find out how Belphegor was freed from Lucifer's spell in the attic.

"I can see the past and the future, of multiple realities" Barbatos corrected.

"You dont mean..." For some reason the first thing that crossed your mind was... "if- well um if you- wait, you already know what I'm about to ask...don't you?" You gave a queasy side glance at the butler next to you, anticipating his reply. Fumbling with your fingers as you felt your nerves getting a little jittery.

He still wore his signature polite smile, not fazed. "If I've seen you naked?" At that he opened his eyes to greet you with a amused glint in his eyes. You felt how hot your face was, the rush of blood to your cheeks almost hurt from how mortified you felt.

You let out a yelp and hid your face in your hands as if that would shield you from his prying eyes.

You peaked through one finger in a poor attempt to face him "...have you?"

"I've seen how you check yourself out in the mirror after a shower" he leaned in "and your monologues of how you think you look hot in your underwears" He smirked.

Oh crap, for some reason you remembered every single embarrassing fact and moment you'd ever lived through. You felt so exposed that this man- no demon, knew even the darkest of your secrets, things you wished to bury and let burn in the depths of hell. This demon literally knew everything about you. You were certain of that. Especially everything you didn't want him to know and wouldn't hesitate to tease you about it.

"That's violating my privacy!"

"I can't read your thoughts, I can only see what happens and hear actual conversation" He reassured, as if that was supposed to defend his case. That did not make matters any less embarrassing or less exposing. He knew that very well.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" You groaned, wanting to hide from him, but there was no place in any of the three realms where you could really hide now was there? If so you'd love to teleport there and start over a new life, might as well adopt a new identity, as long as it meant you wouldn’t have to live through this humiliation. Something told you that Barbatos was feasting on your embarrassment with endless amusement. You had heard the brothers mentioning Barbatos being a fearsome sadist, you could see why.

"I also know that in a alternative timeline," his smirk widened. You gulped, his eyes resembled a predator cornering their prey, playing with it before finally pouncing. "you are seducing me through creative attempts... by using my powers to your advantage" He winked at you, relishing in the teasing.

Little did you know that each alternative universe was a potential reality. Though he had the power to choose which reality is real, each individual naturally controlled their fate based on their choices, meaning that anything was possible. Barbatos didn't know as of yet which path you'd choose but something told him (based on the recent visions he had) that might not be too far off. After all, he had already seen your confession, so he knew that you were bound to fall for him, it was only a matter of when.

[shadyteacup]

Sooooo...I occasionally write on wattpad, n thought, 'why not re-publish my works here?'

So here's a dazai x fem reader.. Hope y'all like it!

RAINY DAYS

The rain tapped against your window ceaselessly.

You wondered why many people disliked it. You loved it. The constant pitter patter calmed you.

Pulling the comforter closer to your shivering self, you leaned against the large window. You loved sitting near the window and looking at the world beyond the safety of your home. It allowed you to appreciate the beauty of nature, without actually stepping in the mud during the rain, or standing in the scorching heat in summer.

So you watched each drop descend from heaven and make it's journey at a marvelous speed to the parched earth below.

Your eyes wandered to the small group of people standing under a tree for shelter.

They fixated on one particular individual.

You observed his movements, the way he talked animatedly, laughed to some joke cracked by one of the others. You noticed how he seemed to tilt his head to the side whenever he was processing something.

Interesting.

Your doorbell rang.

Sighing, you place your mug of hot chocolate down, and begrudgingly left the comfort of your warm, fuzzy blanket.

Upon opening the door,your eyes met with chocolate brown ones.

"What are you doing here, Osamu?"

He flinched at your harsh tone, the action causing his partially wet locks to bounce a bit.

"Are you not going to let me come in?"

Upon hearing your silence, he pleaded,"Please? I'm soaking and might catch a cold."

Sighing, you let him in.

He removed his wet coat, revealing an almost dry shirt and petticoat.

Hanging it, he walked over to the window, observing the scenery.

"You have such a wonderful eyesight. How do you manage without binoculars?" He wondered aloud.

"Why are you here?"

His gaze turned to you.

"Why can't I be here?"

Trying your best to remain composed, you replied,"Because you can't be here. And you have no reason to be here."

"But I wanted to see my girlfriend.  Is that so wrong?"

"Yes. Because I'm not your girlfriend anymore. "

He walked closer.

"That can change, right?"

Shaking your head, you sighed for the second time since he arrived.

"No, Osamu. You are a member of the ada. You and I can never work."

"They don't have to know."

"It doesn't work that way."

"Are you going to work today?"

"Don't change the topic. "

He smiled and looked back to the world outside.

"I always wondered if the rain affected your work. Or if it was just your merciful state of mind."

You followed his gaze,"No. I can work perfectly fine with rain."

His full attention shifted to you.

"Then why do you never work when it rains?"

You looked at the grey sky, the beautiful sight making you unconsciously smile.

"Because even paid assassins can have mood swings."

He chuckled and held your hand. You let him.

"Come work for us. Become the Armed detective agency's assassin. You are the best in the field, the president will be elated to let you work for him. Please.. I can't live without you.."

You gazed into his eyes and saw the longing, the love and the hope.

Looking outside you spotted the man from earlier. The rain had stopped now, and the sky was clearing up. Your gaze wandered to the sniper set up next to the window.

'That can wait', you thought, as you looked back at the love of your life.

You answered his expectant look with a smile.

"I suppose we can make us work out, after all."

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[mystery-star]

Prince Charming - Part 30 (Final Part)

Pairing: Prince!George Weasley x Princess!reader

Warnings: mentions of death and murder

Words: 3345

A/N: That is it guys, it’s the final part of this series. I hope you enjoyed the series!

Setting: Middle Ages Muggle AU 

Series summary: Home in her own kingdom, Princess (Y/N) has to help her husband George to settle into his new life as a Prince. And as if that was not enough already, old and new enemies lie ahead of the couple.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, names or places that were invented by JK Rowling.

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“But what about the third servant he had? I mean you said he had four in the time you were there and two died”

“No one knows. The royals believe he ran away, as do most servants. But there are a few servants who believe that Nicholas just learned how to hide a body”

“You are the latter, right?” he nodded and rubbed his face

“And I have heard rumours that the servant Nicholas had at the time when I left succumbed to a sickness two years ago”

“I doubt you believe it was a sickness?”

“Yes”

“But-but has no one ever grown suspicious why so many of his servants died?”

“Well his father is nothing like King Wilfred. I kind of have the suspicion he knows what really happened but he does not care” you shook your head

“We-we cannot let that happen. This Nicholas cannot be king if what you say is true. Just imagine what kind of tyrant he would be! I mean Wilfred would only let the people work for him so that he is fine but this Nicholas would probably kill them just for fun!”

“I know” he moaned “But there is nothing we can do. Even if we told them the story what happened in the forest… they probably would never believe me. And I doubt that Wilfred would support my side of the story. He knows that his cousin adores him and probably would give him a few more privileges once he is king. Besides, if you ask me, it was Nicholas who gave Wilfred the idea to make sure I die so that he gets what he wants. I don’t think that’s something Wilfred would come up with. Only ordering a guard to kill me.”

“D-does that mean that Nicholas will probably try to kill you as well?”

“I have no idea”

“What if I went to ask King Wilfred what he thinks of his nephew? I mean I could pretend I am worried that he is exactly like Wilfred and maybe I can find out something? Maybe I tell him that you told me he bullied you like his cousin did” George nodded

“Why not?”

After breakfast the following day you wanted to have a word with King Wilfred but he said that he had to make sure his son would leave the castle before he had time for you. That was when you remembered the banishment and the fact that you probably would never see your uncle again. Somehow you refused to believe that he was responsible for the hired murder on your husband. You couldn’t help but watch when he and Wilfred were accompanied outside.

“I remember when I fell in love with the daughter of a merchant and how you told me that she was not a proper match for me” your uncle raged “And then you allow your daughter to marry someone like him and let him take my place in line to the throne? How could I not be mad?” you only grabbed George’s arm and tried to ignore him. Once both convicts had left the castle you didn’t know what to feel. But then King Wilfred appeared at your side already and wanted to know what you wanted to discuss earlier. So you told him that you feared his nephew could be like Wilfred or even worse and treat others like dirt.

“You know, (Y/N), I know he probably is not the nicest towards his inferiors. But he got married three years ago and became father not so long ago. That changed him. You can believe me, I trust him more than Wilfred” you weren’t that convinced but nodded “But I understand your worries and I am thankful for your honesty and about your concern but you have to believe me that I know what I am doing.  Besides” he looked around and leaned a little closer to you “You need to understand that George might not have seen all the facts. Sure he did see how my nephew treats servants but maybe he just drew conclusions from that. He is not like Wilfred, he just has a short temper, like everyone in the family does. But he knows when to pull himself together. I suggest that George just was unlucky enough to witness some of these outbursts because Nicholas thought he did not have to hold himself back if he is not around other royals. Of course I am not saying that what your husband says is wrong but I have heard of other servants that spent time Nicholas who did not think he was brutal at all. But I sure will have a talk with my nephew and make him clear what responsibility means”

“Thank you” you said and after a little bow you went back to your room with George. Not much later, you heard a knock at your door.

“Guess what?” Fred said even before he opened the door

“What?”

“I’m getting promoted. Head of the guard. How does that sound?”

“You… wow. That is great.” George said and hugged his brother

“Means, however, you will have to get a new bodyguard. Besides, the king promised I would be knighted” George raised his eyebrows

“And that all because of the trial? And what about the old Head of the guard?”

“Yes. I mean I detected a crime and saved your life. As for my current superior; he will not lose his position yet, I just will share this position with at first until I know everything and then he thinks it is time for him to retire in a couple of months”

“Congratulations” you said with a smile. Fred grinned and started telling you what new privileges the promotion gave him until George chuckled and pushed him out of the room

“Go, annoy someone else with your rambling. I have everything I need to be happy”

-

Cecilia seemed a bit upset when she returned later in the morning. Once you asked her what she had she burst out in tears

“J-jamie say he leave. A-and Uncle Feddie. I no wanna be alone”

“Come here” George said and took her in his arms “Uncle Freddie and Jamie are not going anywhere. It is true, they will change rooms but they will not be far away. Actually I heard that they will be even closer” her eyes lit up

“Leally?”

“Yes” you said and explained her that Fred was offered to live in the rooms of your uncle. She held up her hand

“Tha’s… fouh dohs away!” she grinned “I see him moh’”

“Even more than you already do?” he tickled her stomach. With a squeal she pushed his hand away. Suddenly she was silent

“Mummy, Jamie like my sibby?”

“I am sure he will like your brother or sister. If not we will talk to him”

“I hit him?”

“No Cecilia, we have discussed this. You cannot do such a thing” she let out a sigh but agreed.

-

All the incidents and Wilfred’s role in the attempted assassination made his father leave the kingdom earlier than planned. But he did not do so before Walford and his men were executed. Although a part of you wanted to see it, just to be sure that now you were actually save, you listened to everyone who told you to stay inside the castle and watch Cecilia in the meantime. Somehow you found that maybe death was a bit harsh for them but on the other hand you found that maybe they deserved it, after everything they tried to do to you and George. After all this was the only way to make sure that no one would hire them to hurt any of you ever again. Because you wouldn’t have wanted them to be imprisoned in the cells for years. In the end, you were more than glad that you did not watch the execution because even George was a little pale when he came back. But he took you in his arms and assured you that you now were safe.

The next event was Fred’s promotion and knightly accolade. Needless to say he was giddy with excitement but George was not much better. It was planned to take place on your guests’ last day here although you did not really see the sense in this. Whereas it may was a success for your kingdom, namely that two traitors were unmasked (although one of them happened to be a member of your family) and George was safe now, it was nothing that good for King Wilfred’s realm. But as it seemed he had insisted that it took place while he was still here, which led George to think that maybe he wanted to ruin the festivity because he was mad at Fred because due to him his son was convicted of treason. But nothing like that happened, everything went well. First your father promoted your brother-in-law and then told him to kneel. From his belt, your father retrieved his sword

“Frederick Weasley, due to your irredeemable services in court and multiple rescues of my son-in-law and his wife, Prince George and Princess (Y/N), you are herewith given knighthood” he tapped both his shoulders and Fred’s head. In the first row you heard Molly sob and when you looked at her you saw her dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. Arthur bore a bright smile and proudly looked at his son. “Raise now, Sir Frederick” Fred did as he was requested and the guests applauded. But they got silent after your father raised a hand “I will not demand your attention any longer and let you celebrate. Because this feast is not only for Sir Frederick but also in honour of my dear friend, King Wilfred before he will leave us tomorrow. Enjoy the festivities” he got up and walked away from the throne as did George and you. He took you to Fred and squeezed his shoulder

“Congratulations” he said with a smile. Fred patted his shoulder

“If I were you I would be careful. Next I might buy a piece of land too and then I will marry into royalty as well” George shook his head

“You would not. I know you love your position as a guard. And now you just got promoted. Besides I know that you would not leave your wife for anything in the world” Fred chuckled and they stepped down the stairs so that they reached the crowd of people. Mrs Weasley pulled Fred into a bone-crushing hug, sobbing into his new uniform that she was so unbelievable proud of him. She then turned to the slightly younger twin

“And of course I am proud of you as well, my boy” she cupped his face and pressed her lips to his forehead “You have achieved so much in your young life, more than any of us could have ever imagined” she smiled at you “Now, let us go and celebrate. There are others who will want to congratulate you as well” she stroked Fred’s cheek lovingly and then walked away to let others come closer and congratulate Fred, first of all his wife and son. The only thing that bore down the atmosphere of the festivity was the fact that the rest of the Weasleys would leave tomorrow as well. By now, only Mrs Weasley, Arthur and their daughter were still here because their sons had to go back to work already. And in George’s case there was something else. He and Fred got told that both Ginny and Ron would marry in a couple of months and that they were invited to attend the weddings. However, due to his status, your husband would not be able to just go there, not after everything that had happened in the past weeks. As it seemed it bothered him so much that he left the festivity early. You went after him and found him outside in the garden

“It is about the wedding, is it not?” you asked carefully when you saw that he had tears in his eyes

“I-I just want to be with them. I could not be there on Bill’s wedding. And now I will not be able to attend my sister’s and brother’s wedding either. As if I would not care about them. They must hate me”

“They do not hate you. There is no way. They know that you care deeply about all of them and if there would be any chance to have been at Bill’s wedding you would have went there. It is not your fault that you are not able to go… and maybe there even will be a way you can be there for Ginny and Ron on their wedding anyway”

“H-how?”

“If we asked, I am sure that my father would allow them to get married near our castle so that we all could go there… but then the guests would all have to travel here, so it probably is more likely that somehow you will be able to go to there.”

“Do you really think?”

“I am not sure but you definitely should ask if there is no possibility that you could go before you become desperate” you kissed his temple and wrapped your arms around him “And even if it should not work out… we can always invite the couples here so that you can see them”

“M-maybe we can arrange it that I need to travel there anyway so that I can officially get to know Nicholas as the new heir and then Fred and I will just go to the weddings on the days?”

“That sounds fantastic” you smiled “If we could do it like this, I would accompany you to the wedding” his eyes lit up

“Really? You would do that?”

“Of course. Your family is mine too ever since we got married. And if we were to officially meet the new heir, I would have to go there as well anyway. And if I am already there I can easily go to the weddings with you. I just hope that our presence will not disturb everything or make us draw too much attention on us because it is their big day” he nodded.

“That is what I fear too” he kissed your cheek “but there still is time left. I am sure that we will find a way everyone is happy. Thank you”

“For what?”

“For coming after me and bolstering me up”

“Of course” he looked at you

“I-I know it has been years but sometimes I still cannot believe that I married you. A princess” you smiled

“Well I am glad you did. I could not have wished for a better husband. And I am sure that one day when the time comes, the people will be happy to call you their king”

“Somehow it does not frighten me anymore. The thought of ruling the kingdom. After all I know that I am not alone and I have the council who supports me in all important matters. I mean somehow I do not even have that much to do… others will take care of most dealings for me, I will just need to give my permission and I am the only one who can do certain things because I have more power… But luckily not even the king can decide alone on very important matters, like war. And let us suppose the whole council and I agree that we need to fight a war, we could not do it if the guards are not willing to do it. Because it is their task to lead the forces to battle” he looked at you “And I don’t know if you are aware of this but since the guards play such a high role in war, the Head of the guard will be granted even more power in these times.”

“I know. In war-time, the Head of the guard will be the second highest ranking person in the kingdom. Unless the king would appoint someone else to this task. Most decision will only be discussed by him and the king. Only if it is something very important the council will be involved” he nodded

“Yes. And-and somehow that scares but reassures me at the same time”

“Because, as of now, this person would be Fred, right?”

“Yes. I know him and therefore I know he would never do anything I disapprove of or what I think is wrong… but what if we both are lost and so lose all our men?”

“That will not happen. Because even though it is war this will not mean you are alone. If you are unsure you can always ask for help discuss the matters with council members” you kissed his forehead “But there has not been any war our kingdom was involved in in the past hundred and twenty years or so”

“That is true… but I still fear that once Nicholas and I will be in power he could declare war”

“If I am honest… a part of me fears that too but if that should be the case there is not much we can do. But it does not mean we need to declare them war as well, we only need to defend us. And do not forget, this are not the only two kingdoms in this world, there will be allies somewhere.”

“But they could also join Nicholas instead. What-what if they all think I do not deserve to be king?”

“If that is the case and the only reason that the war broke out, you can always just abdicate to prevent all the battles. And then anything Nicholas choses to do is revenge or whatever against you as a person… and I highly doubt that his counsellors would support him to make war just for that. So he would be on his own” George smiled

“Right. I did not think of that. But that is why I have you”

-

Everyone was gathered outside the following morning to see the Weasleys and the other royals off. It did remind you a lot of the time you had left after your wedding. King Wilfred promised you that he would make sure Wilfred was properly punished and would write you an apology for what he did. George insisted that he didn’t need an apology and that he was fine as long as Wilfred would never hurt anyone again.

“But is it possible that my wife and I can come in a couple of months so that she can meet your nephew, Nicholas? B-because two of my siblings get married then and if possible I would love to attend their wedding, which is easier when I am already staying at your place” he nodded

“Of course, it would be my pleasure to accommodate you. But you first should discuss the matter with your parents and your father-in-law”

“I will” George beamed and suddenly he seemed as if this was not a goodbye but a welcome. However, once his mother hugged him, telling him to be careful, he was in tears again. But when she came to embrace you and say goodbye to Cecilia and you, you felt tears burning in your eyes as well. Even your daughter, who had first met her grandparents and most of her uncles only weeks ago, begged them to stay. Molly really seemed to be in two minds about this and you found her whispering to her husband a little later. But much to George’s dismay they could not stay because Arthur had to go back to work and Ginny could not travel home alone. After the visitors had left through the gate, George still stared after them until Fred appeared next to them, wrapping an arm around his shoulder

“You know, not all of them are gone. A part of your family will always be here with you”

“I know” he said with a look to you and Cecilia who was in your arms “I really have everyone I need right here” he pulled you closer to peck your cheek “And that is all that matters”

-

 Taglist: @ta-ka-shi-ma @paigeyisme, @mrsfredweasleywife, @aboutpotter,  @burnthedaisies, @broadwaytrash101, @muggleborngirl​

[florencebirdsong]

Monthly Hunt

Rio Vidal x Reader

Agatha All Along Week 2025 - Day 3: Breeding

Summary: Foxes don’t submit on command. Rio has to catch you if she wants to breed you.

Tags: breeding, breeding season, pet play, hybrid, primal play, biting, strap-on, fox hunt, Dom Rio, Sub Reader, Non-human Rio, Fox hybrid Reader

No pronouns used to refer to Reader.

Words: 976

Authors note: Shout out to @caroldantops for introducing me to the wonders of hybrids!! I'm obsessed

This is another non-human Rio chasing you in the woods fic. I’m employing the “oh yay two cakes!” mentality here and enjoying it immensely. I hope you do as well

ao3 | masterlist

Your heart beats in your ears. Rio is close but there’s no way of telling how close. Her aura seeps from every direction. Soothing and familiar.

You fight the urge to run. It’s just as likely you’ll run directly towards her as away. You have to wait for the right moment instead of guessing. 

Sometimes guessing right doesn’t even matter. If she’s impatient enough she’ll appear in your path anyway. But it’s so rare it’s better not to risk the blind running. She likes the chase too much and she’ll give you just enough of a chance to slip from her grasp again. 

Your ears twitch as you listen for any whisper of her. You can’t always trust what you see but Rio has yet to trick you with fake footsteps. Nothing except for the feel of her aura growing stronger.

Snap. You twitch, barely resisting the instinct to run. Leaves rustles in the same direction. You hold still. It could be a trick. Your ears twist and twitch. You block out the natural, and unnatural, sounds of the forest and try to sense any hint of a footstep.

There. You take off in the other direction. Footsteps follow you. Then to your left. Wind rises behind you and you know Death is above you. Your erratic changes in direction do little to lose her.

You feel her descend and you launch yourself forwards and into a roll. You pop up into a run then pivot right. You’re too slow. Claws rake along your skin before sinking in, twisting you towards her.

You snarl and twist and swipe, the thrill of the fight filling you. Rio allows the illusion of scratches to appear and your chest fills with pride at having managed to make any at all. Rio likes the fighting just as much as you do and you’ve improved a lot as you learnt her quirks.

Seeing an opening, you go for her neck with bared teeth. The very tips of your canines graze her skin before she slams you into the ground. You yelp in surprise. You’d been too focused on the taste of her skin to remember to keep her from gaining a proper hold of you. It’s one of your usual downfalls.

You still struggle despite her tight grip. She uses her own weight to trap your lower body. She manages to get a hand in your hair despite your continued squirming and scratching and pushing. She pulls your head back far enough to put your neck at an awkward angle which forces you to still.

You bare your teeth and growl at her. Unfortunately, your growls keep petering off into needy whines.

“Caught you,” Rio says, her voice deep.

You snarl your denial. You aren’t caught until you’re limp.

Roots break from the ground around you and curl over your limbs. The roots pull your arms and legs towards the ground. You fight against them but they’re too strong.

Your wrist is close enough for you to snag your teeth onto it and chew on the one surrounding it. Your teeth are sharp but the root is thick.

“Still so much fight in you.” Rio’s voice is velvet. Another root replaces the one you break. You growl. Rio growls back. You instinctively bare your neck. She laughs. You hiss. Her hand releases your head to press down on your neck. You grumble but you’re as immobile as before.

“None of that,” she tsks before her voice turns into a husk. “Time for the real fun to begin.”

Rio pulls her strap out and you still. You shouldn’t stop. There’s still a small chance you can get away from her again. But you don’t want to. You’re empty and aching and she’s moments away from soothing it all. Prolonging the chase isn’t worth the denial with her cock brushing up against you.

Rio purrs at your obvious submission. She doesn’t ease her grip on you entirely but her weight lessens and the tight grip on your throat eases into a caress. 

She slowly pushes inside of you. She’s big and you’re incredibly wet. You moan at the stretch. She pushes in to the hilt and you try to meet her. Her roots keep you still. She’s in complete control. 

She pulls out until only the tip is inside you before filling you with one thrust. The pace she sets is harsh and fast. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the clearing. Her roots keep you against the ground; keep your claws away from her: stop you from turning the tables and riding her.

Your tail curls around your hip and Rio gently runs her hand through the soft fluff. Electricity races from your tail and up your spine. You moan and arch into her. You’re so full yet you want more. You want to feel the stretch, you want her entire weight on you, you want the feeling of her presence to be a strong pressure instead of a light caress You want to be surrounded by her, inside and out.

Rio’s focus has left her distracted to other things. Like the fact that your face is pressed against her shoulder. Her smell fills your nose. Salt seeps across your lips. The impulse is as strong and instantaneous as always and you bite down on the deceptively soft skin.

Her own teeth sharpen and she sinks them into you, right on the scar from when she’s bitten you so many times before. The pain is sharp and travels directly to your core. You whimper into her skin, her continued movements turn it into a moan. Pure bliss rushes over you.

You tremble below her and you feel her own body tense. Warmth floods the deepest part of you and you moan again. Your jaw tightens reflexively and Rio growls her triumph.

[therand0mwriter]

Heartbroken Friends-Chapter 1

Steven Universe x female!reader

Next Chapter

"Connie, will you marry me?"

"Steven, I'm seeing someone..."

Steven laid in the crater he involuntarily made, his cheeks tear streaked, as he replayed the interaction in his mind for the 10th time. 'I couldn't find the right time to tell you, I'm sorry. We're still best friends though!' Steven scoffed, "Yeah, right." He could barely stand the thought of Connie right now, how could he see her in person again? Before he could get lost in his mind again, he heard footsteps.

Steven sat up enough to peek just his eyes out of the crater. About 15 feet away from him was a girl around his age, (h/l) (h/c) (h/t) hair, (s/c) skin, and (e/c) eyes. She wore a long sundress that touched the sand and had a slit in the side, exposing her leg. The sundress was white with little pink flowers all over. If Steven wasn't trying to get over a heartbreak right now, he would think she was beautiful. But he was more curious as to why she had tears running down her face.

She sniffled as she looked at the object in her hand. Steven couldn't see it from his spot, but he could see the hurt and anger on her face as she stared at it. She then looked back to the ocean and let out a pained and angry scream as she threw the object into the sea. As it was flying through the air, he saw it was a heart-shaped necklace. 'What happened to her?' Steven thought as he laid back down. Usually, he would go over to her and make sure she's okay, but he himself was hurting too.

The girl turned around to head back into town but paused. She saw, what she assumed to be, a destroyed picnic. Curiosity got the best of her, "What happened there?" She mumbled as she made her way towards the mess. About half way there, she noticed the large hole in the ground, "That's weird."

She leaned over the edge of the crater to peer in and immediately gasped. In the center was a boy, and from the looks of it, he was passed out. She leaped into the crater and slid down to the boy, leaning over him to get a better look of his face. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?!" She shouted, placing a hand on his neck, searching for a pulse.

Steven jolted at the sudden voice and contact. His eyes shot open to meet (e/c) ones. When the girl saw the boy open his eyes, she repeated her question, "Are you alright?" Steven started to nervously sweat, he was surprised at how much more beautiful the girl was up close. And having her directly above him didn't help.

Steven looked to his side, avoiding the girls gaze, "Y-Yeah... I was just resting." The girl took in his appearance and noticed his red and swollen eyes. "You've been crying..." She mindlessly mumbled out loud. Steven looked back to the girl and saw her eyes were in the same state as his. "You've been crying too..." The girl looked to her side before leaning back and sitting down, brining her legs up to her chest and hugging her legs. "Yeah, I just had my heart broken." She dryly laughed, still avoiding eye contact with Steven.

Steven sighed then looked back to the sky, "Yeah... me too." The girl looked at Steven through the corner of her eyes and let out a light and weak, but genuine, laugh, "Seems like the universe has it out for us." Steven weakly smiled at how true that felt. "What's your story? If you don't mind me asking." The girl questioned. Steven sighed and thought for a minute. Not a lot of people ask him what's wrong... at least not when there's something emotionally wrong with him.

"I asked my best friend, who I thought felt the same, to marry me. She told me she was seeing someone." Steven explained, looking back to the sky as tears started to form in his eyes. "What about you? Why are you crying?" Steven then asked, curious as to what made this pretty girl cry.

The girl sighed, "Well, compared to you, it seems like it's not that big of a deal. My boyfriend," She paused as her voice cracked. She cleared her throat and continued, "My ex, made me think he was going to propose. About six months ago, he convinced me to move here to Beach City. I was over at his place one day and found a ring. So, tonight, I thought he was going to propose at dinner. Turns out, he took me out in public to dump me so I wouldn't make a scene. I wandered... ended up at the beach and threw the necklace he gave me into the ocean... then I met you."

Steven stared at the girl with wide eyes, "What do you mean 'it's not that big of a deal'?! That's worse than my situation! Geez, he sounds like a jerk." The girl let out a hearty laugh, "You're right, he is a jerk. No offense, but your friend sounds like a jerk too, leading you on like that." Steven weakly agreed, "Yeah..."

A silence fell over the two, the ocean breeze blowing through their hair. "You know what?" The girl spoke up, her voice more determined and stronger than before. "We don't deserve this!" She shot up to her feet, wiping her eyes. "We don't deserve to feel like this! To be treated like this! To be the second choice! So," She turned to Steven, holding her hand out to him with a weak but determined smile on her face. "Boy I met in a crater, will you be my first choice?"

'Woah...' Steven thought, staring at the girl with stars in his eyes from his spot on the sand. He slowly sat up while keeping eye contact with the girl. He then looked down to her hand, then back to her. 'What the heck.' Steven quickly thought before softly smiling and taking her hand, letting her help him stand.

"I'm Steven. Steven Universe." Steven introduced himself. "Y/N. Y/N L/N." The girl, Y/N, also introduced. "Now, c'mon! Show me the town! I haven't had much time to explore." Y/N giggled as she pulled Steven to the edge of the crater. Steven softly laughed, "Alright."

He saw Y/N slightly struggling to climb out and stepped up, "Here, let me." Steven jumped out of the crater in one leap, leaning over the edge and offering his hand to Y/N. Said girl gasped, "Woah! How did you do that?" Y/N took ahold of Steven's hand and he pulled her out. "I-I'm a gem. I have powers." Steven answered as he lifted his shirt, exposing his gem. "Woah!" Y/N had sparkles in her eyes. "You're quite the catch, I'm surprised your friend turned you down. That's amazing," Y/N referred to his gem. "You're amazing..." Her cheeks darkened with a blush, and so did Steven's. "T-Thank you."

Y/N cleared her throat and tugged Stevens' hand. "Alright! Take me to all the places in Beach City!" Steven chuckled, "Yes ma'am." The two walked off of the beach, hand in hand.

Steven showed Y/N all the shops, restaurants, and entertainment areas he could before they shut down for the night. Steven won Y/N a (f/a) stuffed animal from Mr. Smileys arcade, took her to try Fish Stew Pizza, the Fry Shacks fry bits, and the Big Donut. Y/N ended up buying a dozen donuts for them and Steven tried to pay, but Y/N said: "You paid for everything else, I can buy us donuts!" She ended with an airy laugh that Steven grew to love very quickly.

While out in town, they learned almost everything about the other. Steven told Y/N about his life and adventures with the gems. Y/N told Steven about her life and her family.

The two were now on top of Rose's hill, laying on a blanket and stargazing, snacking on donuts. Y/N tightened Stevens' jacket that he gave her around her shoulders and squeezed the stuffed animal he won her, "Y'know, this is probably one of the best nights of my life." Steven chuckled, tightening his hand around hers, "Same. I'm glad I met you, Y/N L/N." He fondly smiled at the girl next to him, blush dusting his cheeks. Y/N warmly smiled back at Steven, her cheeks also darkening with a blush, "Me too, Steven Universe."

Y/N moved closer to Steven and cuddled up next to him. Steven wrapped an arm around Y/N's shoulder, his other arm laying over her thigh that she wrapped around him. Both of them continued to stargaze in a comfortable silence, enjoying their new friendship that they made through heartbreak.

To be continued...

[http-tokki]

Over-fucking-ruled

~ levi ackerman x reader ~ tags/cw: explicit language, canonverse, established relationships, levi being a tiny bit controlling (but its for the best) ~ wc: 550

The rain started pouring around midday and didn't let up as the sun started to set, and as darkness rolled in from the east so did more storm clouds. Too far from the walls and too exhausted to find any form of civilisation, Levi had decided to call it and set up camp under a small outcropping deep within the forest. He had sent a group out for surveillance and with nothing to report, the captain ordered everyone to unpack and settle in. The collective sigh of relief that whooshed from the group could have knocked down an oak tree and as everyone started to shuck off wet boots and overcoats, the chill of the night crept in. There was a small fire, enough to cook rations and dry some articles of clothing but not enough to warm everyone. So they huddled, squished together around the flames teeth chattering and hands shaking as they shovelled stew into their mouths. 

"I think we might have to double up" you mutter to your captain while counting the number of heads and available sleeping bags. "I guess we could string the tents up but even then, we won't have enough to keep everyone warm" 

The soaked linen had been slung over low-hanging branches earlier in the evening in the hope to dry them a bit before it came time for lights out, but with the rain and wind they were just as wet. You purse your lips in deliberation, mind running over logistics and numbers to figure out if you could squeeze three women into a single-person sleeping bag. 

“Levi, should I-“ you start to explain your predicament but you're cut off.

“Yes, just wash the mud off your arms”

“I-that’s not what I-what?” you blink at your captain.

Levi doesn’t look up from his sword he is cleaning as he responds. “You weren’t gonna ask to share with me?”

You shake your head and squat in an attempt to collect the bowls and cups you had both used for dinner.  

 “I was gonna ask about if I should ask Petra or…why are you looking at me like that?” 

A grin lifts the corner of his mouth. “Do I smell that bad?” 

"No, I just don't want-" 

"Don't want to what? Be caught sleeping with your captain?"

The double entendre catches you off guard. 

"Yes, exactly that" your cheeks start to heat at the blatant flirting. It's not as if you weren't used to that or the idea of sharing a sleeping space with Levi, but to do it so close to other people that anybody could find out. The idea had you both terrified and excited. 

You shake your head, wiping your mind free of the thought of you and Levi tangled up together. "I'm just going to share with the girls"

"No you're not," he states as he places his now clean sword to the side and reaches for the dishes in your hands. "I'm ordering you to share with me and as your Captain, you have to listen to me"

“I object to this" you complain as he pulls the plates from your hands.

“Good for you. But over-fucking-ruled"

a/n: ~ based on this prompt. "I object. Good for you. Over-fucking ruled"

[makrokosmuss-blog]

To see me

Summary: A head wound can be fatal for a Mandalorian. To not reveal ones face contrasting strictly with a pain that needs to be treated. Yet Din finds himselfs a savior - and is himself shocked at how much his touch starved soul enjoys each and every caress of soft hands.

Warning: Head trauma, blind reader, a lot of pining and a bit anxiety from Mando's side A/N: Due to request here a little short story about a blind reader/ medic reader tending to Mando. 

“It is fine.” “It is not.” The Armorers voice was firm and it still made Din quiver like a boy when she spoke in that tone to him. It also made the throbbing pain on the back of his head worse. Injuries to the head were not usual for Mandalorians. For reasons that need not be explained. Especially because of that reason they were deadly as well. The motivation to never show one's face was deemed to be greater than the one to stop  a slow painful death due to a head wound. This was the Second time Din had ended up with one. The first time he’d thankfully been in the presence of a droid that helped him out. This time however, he hadn’t been as lucky. It was at the back of his head too, he was unable to treat it no matter how often he’d tried. With dizziness and a migraine that drove him mad he’d made it to the others, hoping he’d recover if he’d just rested. Again, he hadn’t been lucky. Days had passed and his state had nothing but  worsened. A fever joined the migraine and the vertigo and it hadn’t been long til the Armorer had caught on to it. “If it’s a head wound it needs treatment. Soon.”, she spoke, her voice still tense and like she was scolding a thick headed child. “And how am i going to get that?”, Mando asked, looking up at her. In his state, sick with fever and his vision blurred even through the sharpening visor he felt like laying straight back down. Grugo sat on his makeshift bed beside him. Cooing worryingly. The little guy had not left his side since it had happened and had that saddened look on his little green face that made Din’s heart melt. The foundling had tried often enough to get under his helmet, use his healing on him but yet again and again Din had carefully sat him down, telling him it was not right. 

The Madnalorian before him crossed her arms, armor shining in its golden hue as it caught the light of the setting suns outside the window. It caused Din’s migraine to flare up worse than before. “I would know someone. I have to see if they are still around…”, she said. Her voice lower now, nearly a whisper. Mando frowned, shaking his head, slowly, not to make matters worse. “How would that work out?”, he asked, confused by her statement. Yet again, he wasn’t quite fit to think at all lately. “It does. I’ve sought them out many times before.”, the Armorer explained in a calming tone. “Is it a droid, then? I still don’t love them but i’d surely give it a go…”, he answered. Even he noticed just how weak he sounded. “No droid. But it is right for our kind. You can trust me on this, I will make contact. Rest now.” Din felt her hand on his shoulder. Warm. And reassuring. His head killed him. He closed his eyes. Trusting her. 



Grogu whined. A day had passed and Din found himself in his cockpit, readying the ship for flight. He looked over his shoulder, watching the little guy squeal. “What? I’m fine. I can fly you know.”, he said out loud. Watching Grorgu’s reaction. “I can. Don’t give me that look. I’m fine enough. I won’t kill us.”, he muttered, turned back to face the console again. Sometimes he felt crazy. For talking so much to his foundling, knowing he would get no answer. Maybe all the years of doing missions in solitude had made him mad after all. Nervous, definitely. Nervous to meet someone. Nervous about what would happen. About how this would go. He stared ahead. The ship was ready to go. Grugo cooed. “Fine Fine I’ll put the thing on auto-pilot. Let’s go.”, Din sighted, forcing him to just trust fate on this one. I. A Gaze He held Grogu closely, pressed against him. This was the place. He was sure of it. And yet he had not knocked nor rang for a minute now, simply staring the door down. The planet was nice. Clean. Green - bluish flora bloomed around the place. The street seemed awfully clean. No shady alleys, no run down taverns, no greasy walls. This wall before him was pure white. A house build of strangely white and smooth stone. Strange flying tiny creatures around him, surrounding the flowers in the garden before it that he still stood in. Grogu, once more, brought him back to reality. A soft coo this time. As if he was asking if everything was alright. It caused Mando to take a sharp inhale, his heart still beating fast. He did not know why he was nervous at all. Maybe because he was about to take off his helmet in there. Or maybe because this place seemed all too wrong for him. Too clean, too nice. He sat his Foundling down carefully. His head spun as he did. It reminded him all too well exactly why he found himself here in the first place. He stared ahead again. The display in his visor telling him once more that yes - this was the location he was ought to be. Somehow, even though it was the Armorer herself who’d sent him here, he felt his anxiety act up. He’d messed up already. He’d taken off the helmet before. He’d swore to himself he’d do anything to never have that happen again. And here he was, about to break that promise. Grogu squealed. He seemed happy enough. Raising his little hands to touch the blue leaves and then tried to get to the little creatures that sat on it. “Alright then. Let’s go.” Din took a deep breath, lifted his hand and knocked. Three times. Muscles tight. Expression stern. And then it all changed. Then She opened the door. II. A Whisper

It had taken her a while to get the door. To make her way towards the knocking sound, but as she did, she had surely noticed him standing before it. Mando stared her down. Straight up gazing at her soft features. The shine of her hair. The silken dress that hugged her figure loosely but oh so wonderfully. She was radiant. Dazzling. Mando felt his heart drop into his stomach, his heart picking up. She hadn’t spoken a single word until now. And he hadn’t either. Damn it he hadn’t even moved. This woman was supposed to take care of his head? How was that going to work out? Ignoring the fact that her looks bedazzled him, he still did not know how she was to solve this problem that he had. That he was here for. Mando watched her closely. Taking a deep breath. He was just about to say something when he noticed her soft smile changing into a confused little tilt of her head as she drew her brows together. “Hello?”, she asked, uncertainty tainting her voice. Hello?  Mando was the one frowning in confusion now. Why was she asking as if she didn’t see him standing right in front of her. Grogu squealed on the ground, raising his tiny arms towards the woman and grinning brightly - as if he’d solved the mystery before him. Mando, following the little one's gaze looked up again and then, suddenly it clicked for him as well. She did indeed not see him. It was the certain silver glimmer in her eyes that had given it away. Only visible when he was truly looking for it. She was blind. It rang through his head. And so many questions were answered. Quickly explaining himself, Mando stood up straight. He cleared his throat, then spoke: “I ah…the Mandalorian. The Headwound. The Amorer send me.” Not much of an explanation, he noticed quickly. Feeling a bit shy and nervous and still dizzy before her. The smile returned to the woman's features none the less and she quickly nodded, making a small and elegant side-step to make room for him to enter the door. “Of course! I’ve been waiting for you. Please, come in.”, she chimed, the smile on her lips genuine, Mando did notice now. In the way the focus of her eyes was just off. She moved so naturally though. So beautifully, swayfully elegant. The woman had already made him forget the pain in his head for just a minute there. III. A touch He had entered the small house. Had been told to sit down. Mando did, as usual, exactly as he was told. It gave him time to look around and calm his breathing. He was still nervous as hell, even though this turn of events had indeed calmed him a bit. She could look at him, straight up, no helmet involved, and would not see his face. It was quite the genius concept for a mandalorian medic, really. Yet again, he asked himself just how good of a medic she was if she could not see what the hell she was doing. It frightened him a little. As did the fact that he was still to remove his helmet right in front of the lovely woman. He had asked her where he could sit Grogu down for the time being. She had shown him to a room. A couch in it. A desk. Not much more. Yet the cushions were soft enough and with some loving words of encouragement and explanation the little foundling sat perfectly still on them. Mando bringing his favorite snack along and offering it as a bribe surely had helped as well. That dilemma was taken care of then. Only her remained. Her, the mysterious woman who still sorted things out just behind him. Her, that made him all so nervous in two very different ways. “Are the blinds closed?”, she asked, her voice as soft as he remembered it. He did not need to look at them to know they weren’t. “No. May I close them?”, he asked, a frown on his features. He’d love to get up and just…move to ease the tight muscles and calm his quickly beating heart. “Yes that would be lovely, thank you.”, she smiled softly, turning to him. He watched her again. Not returning the smile. She wouldn’t see it anyway. He asked himself if that was making it better or worse for his conscience. He needed to ask. At least to take the pressure off a little. Yet he felt it was not very nice to do so. He wavered, then turned over his shoulder as he closed the black curtains before the window, darkening the room. “I…I’m sorry to ask. truly I am but…”, he started, soon to be interrupted by her. He was surprised that it turned out to be a chuckle. A sweet and delightful yet soft chuckle. “I see nothing. No worries. You can take the helmet off without restraint, Mandalorian. This isn’t the first time I am doing this.”, she explained. Her tone was reassuring and well meant. It eased him a little. “Huh…Alright then.”, he agreed quietly, taking his seat once more. He looked around. The room was pretty barren, a bit minimalistic but apart from that nice and still cozy in a way. “Anything I can…do?”, he asked, tapping the chair nervously with his gloved fingers. She smiled at that, concentrated on her silver tray before her with all kinds of useful utensils on it. “You may undress.”, she spoke. It made Mando’s skin trickle. “All or…”, he asked, voice deep, trying his best not to stutter. “It’s just the head wound, yes?”, she asked, raising a brow. “Yes, all else iis taken care of.”, he answered dryly. “Just the helmet, the gloves and the shoulder pieces then. Please.” Just. Mando disliked even that quite a lot. Yet got to work quickly. All felt relatively normal but the helmet. He wavered at the helmet. Not quite daring to take it off just yet. She moved over to him then. And then he felt her. Soft hands, caressing over his shoulder, towards his chest.

The man felt blood rushing to his head and his skin tingled. He had been so touch starved for so long that even this felt like the most intimate thing he’s felt in months and just like that, he tensed up underneath her gentle hands. She stood behind him. Her hands on his shoulder, caressing and massaging along the neck. “Helmet is still on, I feel.”, she teased. The woman did not judge nor pressure him. She sounded understanding, if anything. “I..yeah…Sorry it’s…”, he started, stumbling over his words. impossible. horrid. most intimate. near hurtful. “I understand. Completely. We’ll take it slow, no need to remove it just now.”, she spoke. Her tone was so calm and reassuring. So very guiding and careful with him. Mando found himself enjoying that a bit too much for his own liking and just like that he leaned back a little, enjoying the massage of his strained neck. A touch most magical.

“Tell me what exactly the problem is.”, she offered, trying to ease him into teh experience. Mando sighted. Closing his eyes. “Mission gone wrong. I landed head first on stone. Hard. Usually the helmet buffers each fall but I must've landed in a bad way. Hit my head. Just above the right eye.”, he explained. He was still tense. Still nervous. His heart was pacing quickly and his breathing was irregular. She only hummed softly. Urging him to go on. Her hands never stopped caressing him. She felt wonderful.

“I…had a bad headache after that. Noticed blood trickling out from underneath my helmet. Checked myself in the mirror. Was too dazed to do something about it myself. It only got worse after I checked back in with the others.”, he continued. He was easing slightly. Losing himself in her touch and his tale. “I understand.”, she nearly whispered, “What exactly worsened?” This time he answered straight away. Way less restrained. “The pain. Dull and throbbing behind my forehead. Dizziness. Nausea.”, he sighted.

“I am very sorry to hear that. I’ll see what I can do, It might be serious however.”, she warned him, genuine worry and feel in her voice. Mando nodded. “I…trust you. I suppose.”

“You can. Many of your brothers and sisters have come here. There wasn’t one yet whom I could not aid.”, the woman spoke reassuringly, squeezing his shoulders lightly as a little heads up. Mando found himself smiling at that. “Now. Helmet. Want to take it off yourself or do you want me to do it?”

He froze again at that. Damn he’d grown quite comfortable just now. Could’ve stayed like that…but there was the matter at hand. “I…” Mando had never ever thought that he would ever let someone else touch his helmet. Yet again. Many Mandalorians had come here. He was safe with her. It was alright. It was fine. Trauma trickled underneath his skin. To be seen. To remove the helmet himself and… “Would you do it?” He wouldn’t want to repeat that trauma.

She was soft. And respectful. Her slender hands found the right button to release the tight grip of the helmet all too soon and with the uttermost care she grasped underneath the metal, lifting it off his head.

Mando still hated and loathed every second of it, yet again, the extreme pain that flooded through his body like a toxin as soon as the pressure of the helmet was released showed him just how much this action was necessary,

“Are you okay?”

She had asked carefully, still holding his helmet in her hands. “I…Yeah.”, the Mandalorian before her answered. Sweetly, she reached over him, placing the helmet back into his hands, so he could hold tightly onto it during the procedure. She still stood behind him. Still, even in theory could not glance at his features. Din Djarin felt utterly naked nonetheless.

“You have a lovely voice. By the way.”, she then said. Mando frowned, turning his head over his shoulder to look at her without a second thought. “What?”, he asked, not noticing he had just turned his features to her right then. She seemed to look right through him. So sweet, so beautiful she stood before him, a lovely smile on her perfect lips. “Without the modulator. You sound handsome.”, she repeated herself. A blush creeped up her cheeks and Mando felt his heartbeat picking up pace once more.

“I…thank you.” “You are very welcome.” “You”, , he stopped himself there. not daring to tell her just how wonderful she looked, “It’s…nothing. Sorry.” “All good then. Let’s get you sorted out.”, she spoke with that smile of hers, closing in again.

Her soft hands running over his bare skin. He reveled in every last one of her touches. Painful or not. “You’ll be out of here in no time, Mandalorian.”, she promised. He could hear the smile in her soft voice. Hoping she would be wrong.

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(1) Give the Monkey Sugar

A/N: it looks like its gon be a slow thing, while I write this, I can still do some short drabble/scenario stuff as well so hmu with prompts idk,? this is supposed to be after S2, college AU so to speak?  Some character introduction and scene setting at first so yeah... Tell me if you liked it pls thx k bye

“..and yeah, that’s how I got Kenneth to cry about his mullet” you grinned as the table erupted into laughter at the end of your story. The bellowing sounds from your right, paired with a fist hitting the table let you know that Kenneth was definitely not angry anymore about it either.  “Could have needed you at my graduation with that trick” one of the guys next to Kenneth called out, “I had a major mullet-asshole at my school too!” 

“Just to clarify, I was NOT a major asshole.” your best friend stuck his nose up in the air. “Just a regular one.” At that, the almost died down laughter grew wild again.  

There was eight of you, squeezed around a small round table in the corner of the dingy student bar meant for four. Every other friday night there had been four other people with you, your best friend Kenneth, whom you had known for the past five years, your roommate Wiebke, whose painting untensils had decorated your favourite shirt with paint speckles on the move in half a year ago, her twin brother Waldemar who always looked like he just crawled out from under his car, tweaking something, disheveling his hair and smudging his cheeks with grease  and Gail, a mousey girl with big bambi eyes that got almost every guy to do her bidding. She mostly got all of you free drinks though.

Tonight, however, your group had run into some fellow students on the way to the “Jukes Box”. Kenneth and Waldemar recognized the three guys from their mondays and wednesdays physical education course, while you knew one of them from your part time job at the local diner.  Of course Greg, Dale and Steve were happy to join you, which is why you now found yourself sandwiched in between your roommate and your best friend.  After the second beer, the conversation had went from current classes to past ones, high school times and party stories. While the guys on your right talked about their keg-stand high scores, you tried to explain to the German twins exactly what that was. “Well, with your beer, that’s easy!” snorted Wiebke once you were done. 

“I had no idea if this was gonna be the right thing, you know?” Gail said, smiling when she looked at you. “But the more I looked into the courses it became clear to me, that yes, I definitely want to become a teacher.” 

“I know exactly what you mean. Until last winter I didn’t even know if I could study at all. Sure, I got all those brochures from colleges east and west but, when nothing really interests you, what do you sign yourself up for?” One of the new guys, Steve, you rembered, spoke up with a sigh, chin in hand, elbow resting on the table. You leaned your head on Kenneth’s shoulder, eyes focused on Steve, wanting to know more about this new guy in your group. “So why did you end up enroll here? Oh and didn’t you say you’re from one town over? Haulings? Drawings?-” 

“Hawkins. Yeah it’s not even half an hour away. And well, I kind of became a babysitter to a group of middleschoolers. It was completely by accident too. But they listened to me, uhm, most of the time.. sometimes they listened to me and one kid’s mom told me that he kind of looked up to me and I thought to myself, wow, that’s a cool feeling. Few days later I was looking through the college flyers again, actually read them this time and thought hey, Bloomington doesn’t sound that bad. My coach always told me I’m pretty good at sports, can’t be that hard, right?” he grinned at you and you smiled back. 

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Several drinks later, you and Wiebke had taught everyone how to play one of the educational games from classes as a drinking game, you had challenged each other to arm wrestling, Gail being the gleaming winner at the end of it, and your group had shrunk to five after Greg, Dale and her had left for their dorms.

“Don’t get run over again” Wiebke told Kenneth while you hugged him goodbye. About two months ago he had run into a parking car while you all walked home from the bar. It had resulted in panicked yelling and hysteric laughter, as well as a continued joke.  “Yeah yeah” he waved his hand after letting go of you, sticking out his tongue and winking at her. “You won’t get rid of me that easy.” You rolled her eyes along with her as he walked out of the bar. 

Breathing had become a little easier, now that there were actually as many people as there were supposed to be in the booth. You may have scooted a little closer to the dark-haired new addition to the group as necessary, but who could blame you. One of his arms was draped over the back of the booth behind you, the other hand holding onto an empty glass of beer.

Waldemar ruffled his hair a little before signalling the waitress. “Hey, what time is it?” “Five mins to midnight ” you told him with a look at your wrist watch. “Oh verdammt! We still gotta call our cousin, otherwise mom’s going to be pissed”  “Yeah but isn’t it like i dont know, 5 am?” you cocked your head to the side, looking at him.  “Almost 6am, but he is turning 12 and he is ALWAYS up early on his birthdays. Also, if we call now, we can’t forget to do it later.” he nodded while rummaging through his jeans pockets for change, his sister doing the same. 

The waitress came over, writing down a last round of drinks before pointing the twins towards the payphone in the other corner of the room. They stood up, leaving you alone with Steve, but not before Wiebke could shoot you a mischievous wink. 

You fidgeted a little in your seat, looking over at the tall guy next to you, only to meet his gaze that was already on you. Your eyes widened a little and both of you blushed, turning away from each other.  “Soooooo...” you broke the silence,”do you have any siblings?” 

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Careful Sweetheart (BadBoyHalo x Male Reader)

Title: Careful Sweetheart

Pairing: BadBoyHalo x Male Reader

Requested by: sleepy_bumble_bees on Wattpad

Scenario: You are trying to make muffins for Bad and accidentally burn yourself

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The house often smelled like baked goods. It ranged from the cinnamon from an apple pie to the sweetness from a cake. The kitchen was filled with cookbooks and supplies to make so many different treats.

This was all because of Darryl. On top of being a content creator, he was a baker. One of the things he was known for was using the word muffin in place of swear words. Although he used it so often, his passion for the food wasn't as great as his passion of swearing using the word.

But, it being brought up so often inspired him to learn how to bake. It started off as just muffins. Simple ones like chocolate chip and blueberry. This hobby grew to cupcakes and cakes. Instead of buying a cake from the store or getting a custom one at a bakery, Darryl insisted on making it for (Y/N)'s birthday.

(Y/N) felt a little bad because he could tell Darryl was trying his best to make the perfect cake. It looked stressful. Sometimes (Y/N) helped mix batter, pour something, or taste test a frosting. He always supported Darryl's work. It make him happy to see others happy. It was cute. It was one of the many things he loved about his boyfriend.

Today, as Darryl was busy, (Y/N) wanted to make muffins for him to eat later. He has never really done it on his own before as he's always helped Darryl makes his. But he had recipe books, which were usually reliable. Sometimes it wouldn't turn out how it said it was supposed to but that could be because of many factors. One of which was (Y/N) wasn't as talented as Darryl or the cookbook at baking.

He put on his favorite playlist and begun to work. He preferred working with music as it was too quiet if he tried to work without it. The world was quiet without it. It's strange as many people preferred to live unplugged from their devices and enjoy the natural sounds of life. (Y/N) could understand that and in certain situations, agreed that it was better. However, having sounds like music or an audiobook or one of Darryl's videos soothed (Y?/N) and it was easier to focus.

(Y/N) made sure to prepare all of the ingredients beforehand. It didn't make as much of a mess as doing it all in the moment would. He wanted to make it as easy as possible when it came to cleaning. Some dishes after being used for baking just don't like to get cleaned.

While humming to one of his favorite songs (Y/N) smiled. He couldn't wait for Darryl to see what he had made and knowing that his boyfriend would be pleased, that brought (Y/N) a lot of joy.

Meanwhile, up in Darryl's room, he was in the middle of a Twitch stream. He was just casually playing Minecraft with friends, as he often did. It was on an SMP server and Darryl was trying to add onto his base to make it bigger.

"Twelve...Thirteen...Fourteen....Fif-"

"Yo, Bad. Can you shut up?" one of his friends interrupted, laughing.

"Well, how else am I supposed to keep track of how many blocks I placed? I want it to be even" Darryl responds, defensively.

"Counting in your head?" the friend asks like it was obvious.

"Well, not everyone can do tha-" Darryl stops speaking as he heard something downstairs.

It was (Y/N) shouting his name. It sounded like it was important and Darryl wanted to help in whatever way he could. Telling his friends and his viewers he would be back soon, he put on his Be Back Soon screen and made his way downstairs.

As he got closer to the kitchen, he smelled the scent of muffins and felt the warmth coming from the oven. Darryl liked when (Y/N) baked. (Y/N) wasn't as good as himself but he always appreciated when his boyfriend made him. But surely he would've waited to call Darryl down since he was streaming.

When he entered the kitchen, he saw (Y/N) holding his hand under cold water from the sink. He noticed the open oven and muffin tray partially out of the oven.

"Are you alright?" Darryl asks.

(Y/N) nervously laughs and shakes his head.

"I wanted to make you some muffins to have after your stream," he responds, pointing to the oven, "When I was taking them out, it slipped and I accidentally burned my hand. Twice"

"Oh no. Does it hurt badly?"

"I just burned my hand, of course it does"

Not wanting (Y/N) to have to remove his hand from the stream of water, Darryl went into the bathroom to get burn ointment and something to wrap the hand in. Burns were common in the house as it happens when you're baking. Trying new techniques and the process of learning can sometimes leads to touching something. Everything cools at a different rate so it can be hard to judge when something is done.

Returning to the kitchen, Darryl pulled the muffin tray all the way out of the oven, placing it on the cooling rack and closed the oven door. They were cooked perfectly. They had the classic muffin top. None of them were sinking back into the pan.

"Hold out your hand"

Darryl took (Y/N)'s hand applied the ointment to the clearly burned area. It did not look terrible but the red was bright.

"Ow" (Y/N) whined.

"You'll be okay" Darryl reassures (Y/N), "I do appreciate this though. Do you mind if I take some up now?"

"Yeah, of course. They may be a little warm"

Muffins were always the best warm. Darryl preferred it that way. They did not need to cool before you put any toppings on it.

Grabbing a few and putting them on a plate, he turns and kisses (Y/N) on the forehead.

"Careful sweetheart"