#so down bad i couldnt possibly get lower

[sematarygirls]

oh no... what's happening to me 🏃‍♀️...🧍‍♀️...🧎‍♀️

[genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles]

Yk how childe is a family man allat? Hut what if his s/o (us) is physically unable to get pregnant? Like some type of rare genetical illness/disease? S/o felt bad about telling him so she kept it a secret until she couldnt anymore and ended up sobbing, apologising to him about everything :< and if you dont mind i want to request this when theyre in the middle of trying to get s/o pregnant :> (in the middle of sex i mean)

OH MY GOD THAT IS SO DEVASTATINGLY delicious and my angst radar is going off to like...I for real wanna ruin everyone's day LMAOMOAMAO. BUT FOR YOU, I'll be nice and keep my angst to myself.

Trigger Warning: Sexual themes ahead

It has been a decent amount of years since you and Childe were together, as you two were getting along wonderfully. Childe spoils you normally, and in bed. He is a very big provider for you, wanting you to be comfortable. He often talks about how much he loves you, and how you are so precious to him, and...he talks about children with you. He often talks about names and often wanting both boys and girls, and often getting excited with the idea of a big family. This made the guilt all the worst as you yourself, are unable to make children for him as he wanted.

One night, just as many, he would kiss you after a hard day of work. "I want a big family to come home to...with you and only you..." He whispered in your ears, as you can tell this was an attempt to impregnate you and make love to you ever so sweetly for it. He would want every child making and bearing be as loving and supporting as possible for you. Now at first, this was as routine, so ar first you were enjoying it, as his hand gently removed your clothing as he pushed you into the dark bedroom.

He pushed you on the bed gently, and kissed you deeply. His hands were cupping your cheek, as he pulled away from kissing you, and went back in to kissing you again. Pressing his lip against yours. You taste a sweet flavor from his mouth, as you can tell, he had something sweet before getting home to you. As you here his heavy breathing against your neck, as he removed the last piece of clothing that was on you, your underwear.

As you were giving back to his touches, taking off his scar, mask, and unbuttoning his shirt as well, as his shirt slid off his back and fell to the ground. Exposing all his scars, and freckled upper muscular arms. You felt him press his hard bulge and against your bare heat, you already knew what he wanted, as he undid his own pants with one hand.

In a moment, you felt him rub your heat with two fingers, to make sure you were ready. "Can I..?" He whispered in your ear, and pressed his bare freckled cock against your hole. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nodded.

He then adjusted himself, and gently pressed himself against you, and slowly, found his way inside you. He wrapped his arms around you and started to move in a rhythmic manner, you let out gentle moans. His eyes were on you, directly on you, and his eyes were directly on your lower half getting pounded by him.

You looked into his eyes, as you realized, he wasn’t using a condom, nor did you have any birth control. You started to remember all the time he talked about a big family and children, how happy he was to have a family with you, how he wants to see a mix of you and him grow up. To the point, the guilt was enough to snap you in half, as slowly, hot tears were streaming down your face.

You felt horrible, like a horrible partner, as you know, the possible outcome is for him to leave you and find another women to make a family with. But...it was the right thing to do, was it not?

Childe stopped immediately when he saw your tears. "Hey hey hey, what's going on my love? Am I being too rough? Does it hurt?" He was still inside you, not making a move.

"Childe...I..I have something to confess to you...I...I can't have children.." You covered your face with your hands and started to cry. You didn’t want him to see your face, but in reality, you actually didn’t want to see his face, nor his reaction to your words.

"What do you mean, sweety?" Childe looked down at you.

You gulped and muttered. "I have a condition that makes me infertile...I can't..I can't give you a big family...I'm sorry...if you want to leave me...I understand...I get it.."

Childe immediate tore your hands away from your face and looked into your red swollen eyes. "My love. It is okay...I'm sorry if I pressured you, or made you feel like some birthing machine for me. I care about you and only you. I don’t need some imaginary children to take you away from me. There are also other options my dear. Adoption, surrogacy, and more options. Okay? Let's not worry about children right now...let me take care of you. Worry about how good I am going to make you feel right now..."

He leaned down and kissed your forehead and wiped your tears away with his thumb.

[babyisa1]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ sick cuddles/TOM

warnings: none, just fluff :)

3:45pm

you sniffle, coughing weakly as you dial toms number. the phone rings as you wait impatiently, curled up in a ball on your couch. the ringing stops, and toms name lights up on the screen.

„whats up schatz“ tom answers, your face softens slightly at the sound of his voice. „tom.. can you come over? please.“ you groan, your raspy voice being heard on the other end of the phone.

„are you okay baby? whats wrong?“ tom replies, quickly grabbing his jacket and heading out of his front door, as you hear his keys jangling through the phone. „im sick.. and i miss you“ you cough, shivering under your blanket.

„oh baby.. ill be right there“ tom reassures, you could hear the empathy in his voice. „thank you.. i love you“ you say, your head pounding. „i love you too schatz.. ill be there in 10min“ he replies lovingly before hanging up.

10min later you hear your front door rattling, as tom struggles to push through it while holding two bags of things he got for you to get better. „im here!“ he exclaims, you lift your head up, smiling brightly at the sight of him.

his eyes meet yours, aswell as the countless used tissues scattered across the floor. „when you said you were sick i thought you meant a cold, not the fucking plague!“ tom remarks, giggling. you groan, letting your head fall back on your pillow.

he walks into the apartment, dropping the bags on the coffee table infront of you and sitting on the edge of the couch, as you took over most of it. „youre going to be fine baby, let me take care of you“ he whispers, raising his hand to your face as he strokes your hair out of your face. you nod as he plants a soft kiss on your cheek, before rustling around in one of the bags.

you peel your eyes open as tom pulls out some medicine, it looked disgusting. it was the type of medicine you had to put on a spoon and swallow. he turns towards you, noticing the frown on your face. „its just one spoonful, it will help schatz“ he says, pouring the bright pink liquid on the spoon before nearing it to your mouth.

„open baby“ he says, as you hesitantly open your mouth and taste the medicine, swallowing quickly. „good girl.. see, that wasnt that bad right?“ tom praises, your face contorting into disgust at the taste. „fuck thats vile“ you cough, leaning back against the couch.

tom frowns, feeling terrible that you feel so sick. he lifts you softly so that youre sitting upright, before laying himself down on his back and pulling you ontop of him. you sigh out, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck taking in his sweet scent. „are you sure this is okay tom? i dont want to infect you..“ you mumble, your eyes fluttering shut. you couldnt fall asleep all day, but laying in toms arms made it impossible to stay awake.

„of course baby, getting sick is worth it if i means im here for you“ tom whispers, kissing your hair as he rubs his hands up and down your back to try and comfort you.

you smile against his neck, slowly slipping into your slumber. while you sleep, tom feels his heart ache at the sight of you. he hates when youre sick, or when you generally feel like shit. he always drops everything to be there for you when you needed him, you were his number one priority. (along with bill obvi ;))

trying not to move too much, he reaches over to one of the bags on the coffee table and pulls out a new thermometer. he honestly had no clue how to use it and he read the instructions for like 15 minutes before he gently placed it under your arm.

after two minutes, he pulls it out and gazes at the tiny screen. 40°C. „shit..“ he whispers, starting to worry more when he sees how high your fever is. he lifts his lower body carefully, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and googles recipes for chicken soup to make you later. all he knew how to make was sandwiches and cereal, but he put in loads of effort to make you better as soon as possible.

he stays awake while you sleep for good measure, making sure hes there for you when you wake up. around 30 minutes later, you stir in your sleep, groaning as your breathing becomes iregular. tom knows you inside and out, he knows the pace of your breathing while you sleep off by heart. as he realises you are about to wake up, he rubs your sides lovingly, pressing soft kisses in your hair.

you peel your eyes open, lifting your head up as tom gazes into them, a smile plastered on his face. „good morning sleepyhead“ he whispers, placing a warm kiss on your lips. you melt into it, stroking his cheek. he pulls away, a look of concern taking over. „youve got a really bad fever love, let me make you some chicken soup?“ he suggests, your faces just centimeters away from one another.

„since when do you know how to make soup?“ you giggle, pecking his lips again. „umm since like.. maybe 35 minutes ago?“ tom mumbles, feeling a bit embarrassed that he had to google a recipe for something as simple as soup. you smile brightly, while tom admires your beauty. even though you were super sick, had dark rings under your eyes and a red nose from using tissues so often, you still looked perfect to him. flawless. he couldnt understand how a human could be so beautiful, you were his miracle.

tom slowly sits upright pulling you with him. he stands up, reaching his hand out for you as you slowly get on your feet. „put your arm around my- or just fall on me, that works too“ he laughs as you stumble on him, your head pounding from standing up.

„shit- sorry“ you stammer, using his arm to stabilise yourself. „youve got nothing to apologise for baby“ he replies, guiding you towards the kitchen as he rubs the side of your arm gently.

the rest of the evening went smoothly, you ate the soup tom made you and it was delicious. you ended up watching a movie together, but heard tom snoring before it ended. you turned the tv off, snuggling into tom as you drift of to sleep.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

im ripping my hair out rn bc i NEED tom to do this for me ;-;

[ghostsprettymama]

TEMPTATIONS

Warning: Smut,akaza being a whore,rengoku walking in on this. Y/n gets slutted out, lazy smut

Pairing : Akaza x Black reader

Akaza never really found love again after what happened with his wife,but what he had with Y/n wasnt love, it was Lust,envy,temptations.

But with a Hashira that was close with his foe rengoku ? Akaza really was playing with his life. Akaza didnt want y/n for her beauty, but for her strengths, looks only really played into it a little.

Fom afar he observed the girl talking and smiling with Rengoku, it made his heart fil with rage and envy

To be frank, the Relationship between a Hashira and a Demon would be frowned upon. It could possibly even ger her killed in the process

How the hashira would be moaning over him,her mouth stuffed with his cock, that would be a shame if..rengoku saw right?.

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RENGOKU'S RESIDENCE

Rengoku laughed,drinking his tea ,he looked at Y/n different, as if it was a dream and she was what was making the dream good.

"And then shinobu - why are you lookin at me like that Ren?" she said tilting her head.

Rengoku smiled when Y/n said his name,the way it rolled off her tongue. he shook his head,his eyes on her as if she was a walking diamond.

She spent hours laughing and talking with Rengoku, she bent over here and there, and of course rengoku looked.

Akaza was pissed,Rengoku is eyeing whats his, He gritted his teeth. Then the demon got an idea, fucking her infront of him,her screaming his name infront of rengoku. Oou this idea made him hard.

Y/n bent down helping Rengoku clean, Rengoku once again stares at her ass, choking on his drink coughing,Y/n turned around "boy.. youre sumn else somtimes." Y/n said standing up."you should stop by my estate sometime later ren, ill make you sumn nice.." she said with a tone she didnt notice

A tone that compelled Rengoku to sin.

LATER.

Y/N RESIDENCE

Y/n came home, her braids swaying side to side as she walked into a poorly lit room greeted by Akaza, an ex acquaintance of hers. A Fuck buddy that loved her.

He Glared at her,But Y/n had no time to deal with this man. she leaned on the sliding door and stared back. "Akaza get out. i have a friend coming, a slayer."

"sit the fuck down before i kill you and him." he said,with a touchstarved yet angered tone, Y/n looked down and he was hard,needy, craving for her mouth.

Y/n then met his angered and jealous eyes "Make me." she said, getting in his face as his look changed,he was calm now,as an eyebrow raised.

"cant do shit to m-"

Akaza's hand wrapped around her throat tight,Y/n got a lil wet as she lowered herself keeping eye contact "good girl. see? obeying me aint that hard." he said, gently caressing her.

"Youre so mean.." Y/n said,upset that he didnt allow her to tease him, he looked down at her with eyes of a sinful man, someone that wants to break and overstimulate her so bad.

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Rengoku was walking for a long time, Y/n's estate sure was so far, he took a break for a momment.

"Damn.. this woman lives so fucking far." He said approaching the quiet estate, for some reasons the gate was open?

"Thats strange.. Y/n would never leave her gate open.." Rengoku said as he locked it behind him approaching the house.

When he got in the hallway he saw clothes on the floor.. both were recognizable.

His heart beated so hard yet so fast as he approached the room she was in, he stood infront of the door while hearing the most vile things a human could.

Y/n was a moaning mess as skin slapping room,Akaza tilted his head back grunting. "You make me feel so good baby."

Y/n developed tears in her eyes turning into a moaning mess,akaza’s eyes turned to where Rengoku’s silhouette was.

“We have an Audience? care to greet them baby?" he coo'd and she shook her head,she was too overstimulated to respond, pussy was being filled by akaza, she couldnt think at all.

the worse part is, All of this made Rengoku hard as he watched his crush get her brains fucked out,,

he wished that was him... he stared as Akaza's laugh filled the house echoing.

To be continued.

[srslyspiderman]

mk so i had this FREAKY dream about Webster(spidersona) and Miguel. but the thing is Webster and Miles are pretty similar in comparison since Webster is just me.. and im similar to Miles,, so... yeah!! so im thinking.. how about i take this as an opportunity to right a freaky ass fic or smth based off that? well ur opinion doesn't matter bc HERE WE GO!!! In 1st person bc it's the only way I can write. :')

— — — woah, the mans a vamp?! — — —

I had always wanted to be apart of the Spider-Society, I always loved the idea of being.. "official" and that place was my one-way ticket to that. Being an "official Spider-Man".. what a dream! I was on my way to Miguel's office-like place and honestly the walk wasn't so bad, I had already gotten my own watch.. well wristband; this way I wouldn't glitch out and die or.. something like that! Once I got there he was lowering himself down on a platform of some sort but he didn't say a word, it was pure silence the entire time.. I had to break it, I had to say SOMETHING.

"So..how's it going big guy? You're awfully quiet," I started, he didn't have anything to say he was just tapping on some holograms doing some lame junk that I couldn't care for so I continued talking "I was thinking... I could be apart of the Spider-Society! I'm pretty helpful in my universe and I think I could be preeeettttyy useful here too!" I don't remember what I said after but I just couldn't stop blabbing at the mouth and I'm sure he said something but I couldnt hear him over how excited I was, I was so lost in my own words I hadn't heard a single word he said to me. He talks to low anyway so..not my fault! However, I guess that made him think I was ignoring him.. which didn't make him the happiest of people. Before I knew it he lunged at me and was pressing me against a wall, he arm pressing against my throat.

"COULD YOU STOP TALKING? YOU'RE VOICE IS SO SICKENING TO LISTEN TO. YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT?" his fangs retracted which honestly scared me, but IM SPIDERMAN. I'd be okay and bounce back up again, those dumb fangs couldn't possibly do a numher on me. Either way.. he couldn't hurt someone who's important, right?

"Hey man, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings I just thought maybe I could help-" He didn't like the fact I kept mentioning helping him, I could tell by the way he was just.. LOOKING at me. Like he wanted to kill me.

"Look kid, I don't need your help. I don't need any of the spider-people here but I can't wipe them all out because people all across the multiverse would drop like flies. Trust me, if I could I would've done it a while ago." Honestly I thought he was playing the role of a tough guy so I wanted to lighten the mood.

"Come onnn, why so sour? You and me could be a team! Check this out; Miguel O'Hairy-Legs and his amazingly charming side-kick, Webster! I could be like your kid, it'd-" He lifted me up into the air for just a moment and slammed me down onto the ground. I think I felt the floor break underneath me. I let out a groan and looked up at him.

"You aren't MY kid. You're just a random kid who just so happened to get some fucking powers, and you'll NEVER be anything more than that. A KID IN A SPIDER COSTUME. A FANBOY PLAYING DRESS-UP." I could see the spit coming out of his mouth, it was disgusting but it was all I could focus on with the amount of pain that was flowing through me from when he slammed me down. "Look, you're gonna go back home and live your life. And you won't be seeing anyone again, no Hobie. No Gwen. Not even Miles. You got it?"

"psh, who's gonna stop me? You're too busy cooped up in your office doing your lame work. You're just like a dad but.. without a k-" I think that's what really got to him, well, I know that's what got to him since before I could even finish my sentence I felt a sharp pain in my neck. My eyes widened as I lifted my hand up slowly but I felt a grip tighten around my wrist and lower it down with force. Miguel wasn't infront of me anymore.. he was to my side, biting down on my neck. The room was quiet like before, the silence that was so unbarable to sit through returned it also seemed to be dimming around me as I tried to push him off me but it didn't matter at that point, my entire body weakened and then everything just went black.

BOOM THE END 😱😱

[hwangsies]

[12:46 am]

johnny suh x female reader smut

warnings: dom!johnny, sub!reader, degradation!!!, cock warming, orgasm denial, pussy spanking(? idk, not much though)

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"stop moving, princess" johnnys breath gently puffs against your ear when your hips wriggle again.

"ng-feels too good" you whine, grabbing onto the muscular arm that slings around your front, his long fingers rubbing languid circles over your clit.

His cock has been buried inside of you from behind for a good half hour, but somewhere along the way johnny just couldnt help himself and started playing with you.

"hm-i bet" he mocks "but if you keep trying to fuck yourself like a desperate little whore, i'll stop" his voice is sweet, which makes for a strong contrast to his words and confuses your lust filled brain even more.

You just whimper in response and lock your hips in position, earning a "good girl" and a gentle love bite to your neck.

"Johnny" you moan, feeling your lower belly tighten with an approaching high.

"yes, dear" he speaks softly, as if not fazed by the furious clenching of your walls around his cock.

"please can i cum" you lock your jaw to prevent more desperate sounds to slip out.

"aww" he coos, feingning disappointment "but i've just started" his fingers slow down.

"i could cum again" you whimper, trying to convince him to give you what you want but you live to regret it, because two smacks are delivered right onto your sensitive cunt.

"Ah!" your body jolts and your nails dig into his veiny forearm.

"what did we talk about, who doesnt get to cum?" he grits through his teeth, removing his hand from you.

"bad girls and greedy whores" you answer shakily, repeating his own words.

"very good" johnny mockingly praises "if you hold it in until i say so, i'll fuck you as a treat how 'bout that?"

"yes, please, give me a chance" you nod, eyes big as you crane your neck back to look at him as much as possible.

"I knew you'd say that" he grins, softly kissing your lips "little cockhungry slut" he whispers before starting his assault on your clit again.

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a/n: its almost 2am and i have work early tmr yeeyyy but idk this came to my mind when i watched johnny kick it fancams😔👋👋👋 anyways hope u liked it and gn<3

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

not sure if this request is too much, but ok. I would like one where Stella is comforted by her s/the owl demon in a secret relationship, after a serious fight with Stolas and her daughter. If you don't want to, that's fine, but choose a second option if it's too much work, you can do something like everyday life between stella and her S / O. Thanks for your patience and excellent HC's

"Secret S/O" comforting Stella after a fight with her family

Youd found her in your room.

She was hunched over, staring at her hands.

She had let herself in. Again.

The two of you had been childhood friends, the two of you became very close, and like so many boys and girls, you had fallen for her.

But, as you were from a lower noble family, you could never be together.

So determined to have her hand, you spent years increasing your social standing.

But before you even got close to her, she was already betrothed to Stolas.

You never gave up hope, though. Instead you dedicated yourself to becoming a demon worthy of her affection.

It had been years since you had last seen each other when you found her on your doorstep.

She stormed in, almost barrelling you over.

She was livid, rambling and ranting on about her husband.

Stolas being your least favourite subject, you quickly tried to calm her down, asking her what had happened with Stolas.

That seemed to snap the poor woman out of her anger filled stupor.

She broke down, bursting into tears, collapsing into your chest, she cried out that her husband had cheated on her.

It took a lot of self control not to snap.

Stolas had this amazing, beautiful, intelligent woman practically handed to him, and Stolas CHEATS ON HER!

You took several deep breaths before turning back to the distraught woman. Now was not the time to get upset.

Stella needed you and you'd be damned if you weren't gonna be there for her.

You held her close, quetly consoling her as you let her cry against you.

You made sure she knows you were there.

You were always there for her.

And so a patern began.

Sella would go through something, afterwards she'd come running to you, where you would consol her.

But normally, she would announced her entrance, whether intentionally or not.

A scream or a huff, she'd stomp her feet or slamming a door. Something.

But this time was different.

This time you found her.

She just sat there, on the edge of your bed, staring into her lap.

You came up besides her, pulling her against you.

'What happened?' You asked her, knowing this time would be bad.

'We had a another fight.' She said, her voice hollow.

'You've had lots of fights, you've never been like this. Why is this time different?' You asked, unsure of how to approach her.

'Octavia' She said seemingly dumbfounded, 'Stolas and I were having another fight.' She took a deep shaky breath. 'That bastard slept with that retched IMP in OUR bed again."

Her breathing became heavy, "So I screamed at him, I told him he was an embarrassment to out family.'

You had heard this part many times.

Stolas showed little respect for there relationship, something that infuriated you to no end.

'But this time... this time, Octavia got involved...' Stella said, in disbelief.

'She went on about how all I care about is our image, she says I don't really care about Our family. And all of a sudden, I'm the bad guy!?' She said incredulously, tears welling in her eyes.

'Can't she see im the one trying to keep our family together.' She said bitterly.

'He's the one who cheated. He ruined everything! I'm not the one who betrayed OUR family. I'm not the one who... destroyed our marriage.'

She clutched her face, tears running down her cheeks. 'She's always loved him more...' she whispered, her voice void of emotion.

Wrapping your arms around her you brought her onto your lap. Quetly shushing her, running your hand down her back.

Despite the situation, you released a small chuckle. 'Hey, wanna know something, something i've never told another soul?'

Wiping her eyes she looked up at you. You meeting her light crimson gaze.

'When we were young, you were my only friend.' I began, swallowing the lump in my throat. 'But despite being of lower stock, you never thought less of me. And I'm unabashed in telling you that... I fell in love with you'

The words hung heavy in the air.

'And all these years later... I'm still in love with you.' You turn away from her. 'I would have told you when we were young, but there was no way I could ever be with you... I was to far beneath you.'

'So I dedicated my youth to becoming your equil, to becoming a demon that could be accepted as your partner. To becoming your equil.'

You took her hand into your own, running your hand over the silver band on her finger. 'But when I even reached the point of having the slightest chance... you already belonged to Stolas.'

'I had nothing. No purpose in life. So I did the only thing I could. I dedicated myself to become a demon...' you looked down at Stella, the Owl stared up at you, a mixture of shock and recognition across her face. '...to become a demon, worthy of your love.'

Looking down, you cupped her cheek, looking deep into her eyes, you told her. 'I can't bare to see you go through this anymore, Stella. You are the most amazing demon I've ever ever met and seeing you go through so much for someone who treats you so poorly, you deserve better than this, Stella, you deserve someone who loves you.'

You felt hesitant with what you were about to say, but said it regardless. 'I know I have the most to gain from you being disenchanted with Stolas.'

'And even I have questioned my intentions. But I give you my word, I only wish the best for you... even if that means your with Stolas. I want you to be happy.' You finished, looking away.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. Youd kept all that in for so long, no matter what happened now, at least you got to be honest with her.

You felt Stella's hand cup your cheek turning you to meet her gaze.

She looked so... confused?

She pulled you close, your noses almost touching. 'Are you sure you want this?' You ask her, you needed to know this was a decision she was making truthfully.

Stella looked you deep in the eyes and with such conviction, she told you 'I have never been so sure of something in my life.'

And with that said, she pulled you into a deep kiss.

You instantly began to return the kiss, bringing your hands to her face as you poured decade's of pent up love and affection into the kiss.

You didn't hold anything back, the two of you roaming each other's bodies like two lovers who had been separated for millennia.

But that could have just been wishful thinking on your part.

Still locked in a heated kiss, Stella pulls open your jacket as you undid her dress. The two of you shed your clothing faster than you thought possible.

Before you entered her, you asked, 'Are you sure this. Is what you want?' Stella stared at you for a moment, before she pulled you into another passionate kiss.

In that moment, you were in utter bliss. You had finally became one with the woman you've loved all your life.

The two of you spent the night together, wrapped in a passionate embrace, making love deep into the night.

You awakened early the next morning. The two of you just basked in the afterglow, just holding each other close.

You layed a kiss between Stella's eyes before asking her 'What happens now?'

Stella stayed silent for several seconds before sighing. 'I don't know... But, Stolas won't give up his little Imp' she spat the word, giving a huff before continuing 'And even if he did, I'm not giving you up. Not after all hes put me through.'

That took the wind out of you.

'Is that all this was, payback?' you asked self consciously.

Realising the double meaning of her words she grabbed your face, before telling you firmly. 'No! You hear me? This was not revenge.' Pulling you close she told you 'You... You were the only person who was there for me... I dont know what's going to happen next, but there isn't another person in hell I want to be with.'

You couldnt help but smile at that, before pulling her in for another kiss.

No, you couldn't imagine a better place to be either. And come hell or high water, you weren't gonna give her up.

You and Stella were together and nothing, not even Stolas could change that now.

[bloodycassian]

FIRE AND ICE PART TWO - GRIEF

His lack of faith in you seemed to grow with each passing day that you ignored him. He tried bringing you food, tried making jokes. You had a sneaking suspicion he tried to send Mor in to try to talk to you too. But she just read beside you in bed, munching on the plate of cookies he had ordered to your room. 

"I'm not going to say dont be mad it him, but maybe just... hear him out." Mor said, shutting her book. You glared at her. "I know, I know.... but just maybe-"

"He hasn't bothered to apologize. Why would I hear him out when he doesn't even try to hear me out!?" You let her hear the kindling fire that had been building over the last few days. The words came out with precision and cut even her deep. 

"Cassian can be stupid-" 

"He's an idiot." You spat. 

She sighed, and sat up from the pillow stack that you shared. She could see the predator waiting to be released under your skin. And she didn’t want to be the one to let it free. So she went the gentle route. The one she knew would knock you free of the anger. "He wanted to keep you safe." the words hit your weak spot for the male. 

You shoved it away, disregarding the vulnerability. "By shaming me?" She was surprised. Cassian hadn't shown any sign of falseness when she had spoken to him. He had just seemed concerned. You laughed bitterly. "He forgot to mention the part where he guilted me into leaving. He thinks I'm a doll he needs to protect." You cringed away from the words that you knew he saw as being true. The shame filled you further. Like a sinking ship, it only brought you lower and lower. 

She stared at you, those piercing eyes so different from Rhys' bored into you. Her next words were carefully chosen. "Give him.. time." She concluded. You stared after her as she made her way to the door. 

Two days later you had cooled off after a sparring with Feyre and Rhys. As if he had been told of your more pleasant mood, Cassian appeared on your balcony with a bundle of wildflowers and a basket of bath supplies. Your favorites, of course. You didn't hesitate to take them. You gave him a once over - that stupid apologetic half smile he wore dug into your heart. You rolled your eyes at him and turned, heading for the bathroom. 

+

He made love to you that night. Long and slow. apologetic in every way. Sensual, caring and so good. When you woke the next morning, he was gone. Just a note left on your bedside table. 

"Back before lunch" it promised. You sighed and threw it on the floor. The same frustration as before returning to you. The unsatisfied feeling of needing to fight - to get the rage out. To have him just yell at you already. To let the words you knew he wanted to say finally come out. “I can’t do this anymore.” 

The nightmare of those words lingered throughout your slow morning. By lunch there was still no sign of Cassian.

So much for round two.

+

You picked at your dinner impatiently. The various fruits and meats on the table didn't appeal. Especially for such an early dinner. You were hoping to train but Rhys and Azriel weren’t back from their meeting yet, so you decided on a much too early feast for yourself. You couldnt bring yourself to have a bite though. You watched the snowdrifts billow outside the house of wind instead. They flurried down the mountains, shimmering like diamonds in the afternoon light. You could imagine how it sounded rushing down the steep peaks of the mountain. The soft tinkling sound they made when hitting your hair. Your wings flexed involuntarily. 

Mor strode in with a small box in her hands. "Good morning." She chittered, placing the box on the table in front of you. "Whats this?" You asked, skimming a finger over the lid. "A gift." She began walking away without a look back. 

"From?" the box seemed to hum with anticipation. 

"Open it and find out." She called from the doorway. Your stomach suddenly spiked with nerves. 

"For the one you lost. -Cas" 

The one you lost?! The ignorant note made your blood boil. He was the one that had caused you to lose it. You didnt even want the damned gift if he was going to be such an asshole about it. But you couldn't ignore the beauty of the blade that lay before you. Among dark satin lining lay a gorgeous handmade dagger. Black stained metal with a simple leather hilt. Curved at the tip with deadly sharpness. You picked an apple from the table, and tested the knife. 

It sliced through like butter, leaving no jagged edges over the skin of the fruit. You inspected the mark, noting the spot of red on the inside of the apple. Your heart dropped. "Shit." 

You hadn't even felt the cut, the blade was so sharp. You wrapped your loose shirt around the wound on your finger and set the knife back in the box. The blood dripped on the dark lining. Staining the perfection of it. 

+

You sparred with Azriel that evening, working off your frustration with Cassian. He went easy on you, noting the wrapping on your fingers. He didnt ask about it though. The session was more quiet than usual, even for Az. He stopped abruptly mid swing, letting you catch his torso with the training sword. Cassian landed behind you. He had his hands up in defense before you could even open your mouth.  

"You smell like blood." You accused. "And mud." 

"So do you." He gave Azriel a nod, and the shadowsinger excused himself. suspicion grated at your nerves. You set your jaw and put your sword away, ignoring the new blood spots blooming on the bandage. He squinted at it, you cut him off before he could say anything.

"Cassian..." You leveled a look at him. 

He kept his composure, ripping those hazel eyes from your injury. "Dont worry about it. I got it handled."

"You’re half a day late and - wait….Got what handled?!" You squeaked. You disregarded his tardiness all together. The sheepish look on his face said all you needed to know.

You wanted to hear him admit it. That he went and finished the job without you. You needed to hear him admit it. You realised you were tense, waiting to fight. Your wings were tucked in protectively behind you, and your fists clenched at your sides ached.

"Dont-"

"If you say dont worry about it again I am going to throw you off this house." You ground out through your teeth.

He did not laugh, like you would have expected. He just looked away. On the back of his neck you noticed the thin scratches and the dirt that marred his tunic. Your eyes stung with tears. The betrayal hitting you like a ton of bricks. "I did, alright?" He said, voice low. "I took care of it."

"What the fuck, Cassian?!" You exploded, "The bath, the flowers what - so I would be less suspicious?" You recalled the night before, the slow tenderness of him. The 

"What? No - I got that because I love-"

"Dont say its because you love me. You could have been killed. You lied to me." You could feel the blood pounding in your temples, fueling the rage that lashed out. Tears threatened to spill over. 

"I didnt lie!" His voice echoed against the far wall of the training ring. "And you were almost killed too. I couldn't risk that again."

"It wasn't even close to that bad!" You shouted back, not caring how the birds quieted. Your rage matched his, possibly exceeded it at times. You knew that on previous experiences. You'd done a lot more than make nature quiver at the tones you brought. 

"It was bad enough." He said with finality, his tone somber. He leaned against the weapons rack and tapped his toe against it anxiously. You stared him down, daring him to say more. Waiting to strike out against the next words you knew he wanted to say. What you knew he was thinking.

"You're not strong enough on your own."

You didn't need any more of his excuses. You didnt need to hear the words to know that he wanted to say them. You scoffed. It caught his attention. 

"Where are you going?" He asked. A request, not a demand. You didn't oblige him. You just leapt off the side of the the wide cliffside and let your wings pull you up, high into the air. You kept soaring, pushing and pushing until your lungs hurt with the stinging of the air. 

+

Az's cool shadows did not touch you when he landed. The rustling of the long grass around his pants was little more than a whisper. 

"He sent you didnt he?" You wiped your cold nose on your sleeve and attempted to piece yourself together. Things with Cas had gotten just so difficult lately. You didnt know why. He was constantly just... hovering. It made you claustrophobic. You hadn't been forgiving about it either. He wasn't the only one to blame. 

"He didn't..." Azriel stood beside you. You didnt feel his cold eyes that always seemed to pierce into you. You looked up at him to confirm your thoughts, and he was indeed looking over the grand lake you had parked yourself at. Among a valley of trees and violet flowers, the polished surface of the water seemed like a mirror. 

"Then why are you here?" Your words were laced with the venom Cas had left you with.

He was quiet for only a moment, before calmly speaking again. "To make sure you're alright."

"I dont need anyone looking after me. I'm not a child." You spat bitterly. The sunset overhead darkened, slowly making its way down behind the mountains. 

"I know. I came here for myself." His words held no double meaning. No doubt ringing through them. "I wanted to see you." He said simply. He didnt have the arrogant air of someone coming to the rescue. You appreciated that. It took a weight of your chest.

"Why?" You demanded more than asked. You really didnt care what your tone was like. He was the one offering to stay beside you.

He shrugged, and gestured to the large boulder you leaned against. "May I?" He asked. You shrugged back - weakly -, and he sat. You watched the sun disappear completely together. You through clouded, swollen eyes. 

He said nothing, didn't even look at you besides when you choked out a sob. Then his leg was there, subtle and warm. You didn't feel a sting of pride when you leaned against the welcome comfort. He didn't complain when your tears soaked through his pants, or when your cried rocked his body as well. 

[solarsleepless]

what r max's stims? :)

SHSHJSHJSJSJSHJSH

okAY yes i have many thoughts abt adhd max i am vibrating rn

okay so first of all theres the average well known "flappy hands"

but she really likes it when she has sweaters with longer sleeves because then she can just flap them around

leg bounce leg bounce leg bounce

cracking her knuckles. she does this SO often its unreal

she doesnt have many vocal stims but she goes "ba ba ba" or just humming and singing sometimes

also running her hand on the bottom of her skateboard, and/or rolling the wheels

just being on her skateboard and swaying is a huge stim

chewing her shirt lmao

im also gonna say that she also stims by pressing on buttons and other stuff in the arcade. its just Nice To Do

also stims by kicking off of the ground on her skateboard. very nice

well this is gonna turn into adhd max rant get ready

she had adhd combined (like yours truly) and finds it hard to concentrate in class

she totally hyperfixated on video games at some point

and comics probably

and skateboarding too

she is a VERY picky eater. like she could barely eat stuff in california, so when she moves to hawkins it only gets worse

sensory issues my abhorreeed

can't stand too-loud noises (b!lly of course knows this and turns up music in his car so that he can't even hear himself)

that being said she cant STAND the silence and always needs background noise (she and el bond over liking white noise from tv)

SHE LOVES TANGLERS SO MUCH

goes nonverbal sometimes because of the fear that if she says anything itll just make things worse. the party + steve is very concerned at first, then learn to live with it

WHISTLE STIM WHISTLE STIM WHISTLE

she has so many weighted blankets. she couldnt actually use them much because it was too hot in cali but then in hawkins she used them all the time

SPINNY CHAIR SPINNY CHAIR

undiagnosed

loves fluffy jumpers. she never really used or felt them earlier because of the hotness of california but when she was cold and lucas lent her his fluffy jumper...

well let's just say he didn't get it back

rubbing her hand over lucas's knuckles :)

i know i've already said singing stim but just imagine her singing 'material girl' or 'old time rock and roll'

echolalia! only sometimes tho

like erica will go "hey max me and lukie are gonna make a cake wanna help?" "cake?" "cake" "cake!" "cake!" "cake"

also the sinclair family is so accepting. they're confused but they just accept max and thats okay

once the party started looking up what adhd was, max brought it up once and immediately they all went 'that's only for little boys'

(which is bullshit obvs)

remember that sleepover scene where max is dancing? yeah that but its a stim

the party + the teens have a running joke of max being moth because she stares at lights so much. visual stim

she scratches as a(n unhealthy) stim but it gets worse after billy's death

hates it when people shout, usually goes nonverbal if it's directed at her

jumps when she's happy!!

you know how she just wears basic and unlayered clothes? yeah she chooses them on purpose because tight stuff feels Bad

she hates labels with her entire being

she seems like the kind of gal to bite her nails

also adopted dustin's "grrr" as a stim

"hey max- grrr" "...what was that?" "...grrr" "could you teach me how to do that" ".. o k a y ?"

will and max (i hc will as autistic) both have lil stimming sessions! they just notice the other stimming and join in, just leaving them laughing at the end!

lucas is super understanding of her stims

he learnt to recognize when she's understimulated and gives her fidget toys!! and if he doesnt have any then he'll just straight up grab her hand and start rubbing his fingers against the knuckles

i'd like to say:

*SLAPS ROOF OF MAX MAYFIELD* THIS BITCH CAN HOLD SO MUCH RSD

she wasnt doing so good in the first place

thinking stuff like

"maybe if i wasnt born then my parents wouldn't have divorced"

and stuff like that

(billy intentionally makes it worse because of course he does)

but then it gets so. much. worse.

you know mike said "because you're annoying" in s2?

YOU CAN BET THAT TRIGGERED HER RSD SO HARD

and also when el just walked past her in s2? yeah well

that didn't go off well with her rsd either

lucas has to reassure her that she's not a mistake, she's not annoying, he doesn't secretly hate her, etc etc

he doesnt think he'll ever forgive mike for triggering her rsd so badly

this has so many hurt/comfort possibilities in fic holy fuck-

lucas immediately shuts down her deprecating comments

like IMMEDIATELY

he wont stand for that shit

he is glaring so badly at anyone who triggers max's rsd

unless it's someone they love (like erica) who doesn't actually know what they did wrong and want to make up for it

once erica activated her rsd by accident

just with a lil lighthearted comment

"ugh i hope you arent as annoying as lukey's little friends on the walkie talkie"

once erica finds out abt what she did she feels SO bad. babey

she does everything she can to make up for it

apologizes properly when they're both brushing the barbie's hair

she finds out max stims by brushing barbie's hair when max has to look after once

so when she can see max is understimulated she'll just toss a barbie and a hairbrush her way

also likes max's echolalia (can you hear that? its the sound of max's euphoria boosting)

erica learns to lower her voice around max

max can't watch anything without subtitles btw

she just cannot

she'll watch it and cause she's smart she'll figure out what's going on

but often has to turn to lucas and go "whats going on???"

she loves the feeling of snow thru her gloves

maybe its the cold but still. very Nice

uhh i have more but i cant be bothered also this is too long already

[mqnasluvr]

heya ! i heard you were new around here, could i request headcanons of enemies to lovers with kaeya and childe ? any pronouns are fine ! they’re so annoying i hate how i love them nevertheless,, thank you belladonna and take your time <3

enemies to lovers | kaeya alberich

pairings; kaeya x gn!reader

mentioned; jean

warnings; enemies to lovers but it’s pretty one sided, spoilers for kaeyas backstory, no beta we die like men, a lil bit of kaeya slander im sorry i had to, gn! reader

word count; 2k

a/n; where did kyquu go? :( i hope they at least see this.. i didnt finish childes part but i wanted to push this out as soon as possible. :(

kaeya

to put it simply, your relationship with kaeya was... tiring.

you had been close to kaeya and his younger brother for years, them being your closest and most trusted friends throughout part of your childhood and teenage years. but that all came to a halt when the former admitted to being a spy from khaenri'ah.

in no way or form did he expect for you two to forgive him— but actually seeing your broken and betrayed faces hurt him more than he thought it would, and the image still haunts him to this day.

you had separated yourself from the two brothers. although diluc didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t want to pick between them ( even though you really should’ve ). that decision was too hard for you to make.

for years, you stayed out of touch with kaeya as he continued to climb the ranks within the knights of favonius, and you followed, much to your dismay. you worked hard to become a knight, and you weren’t going to quit just because of some bad blood between you and your superior. ( props to you for maturity )

he wanted nothing more than to reconnect with you, and maybe even diluc— but that was wishful thinking. diluc ragnvindr was a stubborn, hardheaded man, and getting past that exterior would be no simple feat.

so, he opted for ( not so ) subtly courting you— giving you the occasional wave whenever he saw you walking through mondstadt, offering to help you train ( although you declined every time ), and other small things. you question why he chose to do this now of all times, after half a decade of not speaking to each other.

you weren’t sure how to feel, but it made you agitated. not seething with rage, but it did annoy you to see his lazy grin whenever he walked into the angels share and saw you sitting in the corner of the room. it annoyed you whenever he did that stupid two finger salute before walking off, and archons, did it annoy you when he patted your shoulder after sparring as if you were the best of buds.

then why did your thoughts never stray from him?

that question, you couldn’t answer.

and so, you resorted to treating him like he didn’t exist. it was rude, but you couldn’t really think of anything else. avoiding him like the plague was the one thing you were good at.

as if things couldn’t get any worse, one of your worst nightmares came to fruition.

“jean, please. why can’t i do this mission with you? why... him?” you were basically at the acting grand masters feet, head in your hands and pleading up at the woman. she felt bad, but there was nothing she could do.

“i’m really sorry y/n. but i’m too busy with other things, and kaeya happens to be available. you know an ordinary knight wouldnt be able to take this mission,” her guilt worsened when you looked up at her with ( fake ) tears in your eyes. she kneeled to your height.

“i don’t know of your history with kaeya, but please, just put it aside for this one mission. it shouldn’t take you very long.”

jean helped you stand to your feet, the frown etched into her face growing deeper when she saw your shoulders slump. “alright, fine..i’ll try-”

“jean! have you seen y/n— ah, there they are,” kaeya waltzed in without so much as a knocking, making you jump in surprise and shoot a glare at him. he flashed you a lazy grin.

“speak of the devil..” you muttered.

“are you ready to go? we don’t have much time.” the mission you were assigned was to gain intel on what the fatui were planning. to get said intel, you had to sneak into a gathering held by the fatui. the dresscode was rather expensive— more expensive than anything you owned— so to help you out, kaeya took the liberty of purchasing an outfit for you.

kaeya dropped it into your arms. “change into this. don’t want to show up to a party wearing uniform, do you?”

“thanks...” your face felt warm from embarrassment, but you did have to admit, that was considerate of him.

he laughed and waved his hand, shaking his head. “let’s get going, yeah?”

—

you finished getting ready with the help of jean. she sent you one last apologetic gaze before walking you out the door, waving at you both.

kaeya didnt even hide the fact that he was checking you out. his eyes raked over your attire, before sticking his arm out for you to hold. “my, my, you look quite impressive, y/n. is everything suited to your tastes?”

you huffed and walked past him. “the corset is too tight, and the shoes are too small.” you were only half lying— the corset was a bit uncomfortable to move in, but he got your shoe size down to a T. how? you didn’t really want to know.

“if that’s the case, i can loosen it for you-”

“no.”

kaeya laughed it off, and you only grew more irritated. “come now, y/n. don’t be so stiff.”

“i am perfectly content with being stiff, thank you. now hurry up, i want to get this over with,” you muttered the last part.

you didn’t want to admit that you were struggling to take your eyes off of his attire. he was clad in a white suit with blue complimentary colors to match your own outfit.

you rolled your eyes. ‘of course he’d get us matching outfits.’

but, you didnt find yourself minding all too much.

—

the party looked like any other party— fatui agents littered all over the residence, along with guests in fancy clothing.

you tugged on your sleeve, feeling uncomfortable and out of place. but on the outside, yourself and kaeya blended in pretty well.

because kaeya was such a well known figure, he had to change up his looks a bit. no eyepatch, ( i know, so uncharacteristic ) and he used contacts to change his eye color to a darker shade.

he also put that disgusting rat tail away.

so he didn’t look completely different, but he looked different enough.

...the change was nice.

you couldnt help but feel watched though. but that was to be expected. even though you felt somewhat secure in this situation, anxiety rests for no one. it rested in the pit of your stomach dormantly, waiting for a moment to bloom.

looking around the ballroom, kaeya found people dancing in the middle. deciding that it was better to at least enjoy the party before leaving, he stood in front of you and held his hand out, bowing.

“may i have this dance?”

“who do you think i am-”

kaeya flashed you a cautious glance, head nodding towards a fatui agent who was keeping their eye on the two of you. holding back a sigh, you placed your hand in his. he grinned.

“thank you,” he said. you grunted quietly and held back a roll of your eyes as he dragged you to the middle of the dance floor.

“attention whore,” you muttered, feeling warmer as he placed his hand on your lower back and pulled you in closer.

“you wound me, y/n.”

“you deserve it. i wish i could slap you.”

he stayed quiet. maybe too far?

you shook your head. no. there was no way you we’re going to let yourself feel sorry for him when he was literally a spy.

but he feels honest enough.

sure, his intentions at first were.. questionable. but he’s changed for the better. kaeya has been in mondstadt for years now, and khaenri'ah fell ages ago. his love for mond shouldn’t be doubted for a second, even if he hides it quite well.

before you could look up and make sure your words didn’t hurt him too badly, he leaned down near your ear.

“we have to go.”

“what-”

“i’ll explain later, but we have to go,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd.

you didn’t notice, but several of the fatui agents were watching you. you didnt change your looks as much as he did, opting to use simple touch-ups to make yourself more presentable. but it wasn’t enough.

“hey!” one of that agents shouted, and kaeya turned his head back to see how close they were. like he suspected, they were following gou. they pushed through the people, even going as far as knocking one man over, just to catch up.

you hurried your steps along with kaeya, almost sprinting to keep up with him. his grip on your hand was firm though. you two dashed up the stairs onto the third floor of the residence, where the bedrooms were. offices, libraries, bedrooms— they were all there. kaeya picked a random one and shoved you both inside.

it was a red themed bedroom, the lights dim with papers scattered along the desk on the other side of the room. “it seems we’ve gotten lucky,” kaeya joked, skimming over the papers. they were letters, between the fatui and some unknown source. kaeya stashed them in his jacket.

you didn’t understand how he could joke at a time like this. you still arent in the clear and you could hear rapid footsteps coming upstairs. “kaeya—!”

“you know how you said you wanted to slap me?” he said while tucking the last bit of papers into his suit. he didnt even give you a chance to answer. “you can, after this.”

you were confused, but when he backed you up against the wall and pressed his lips to yours, that confusion turned into anger, then more confusion, then understanding.

sighing when you finally caught on, he pulled your body closer to his and you wrapped your arms sround his shoulders. he tugged and nipped on your bottom lip, and if you didnt know any better your knees would be knocking. he was almost too good at this.

suddenly, an agent— a female one, this time— barged in. “have you— hey! take that shit elsewhere, lovebirds!”

kaeya hid your face in his chest, grinning lazily at the woman. his lips were swollen and his eyes were lidded. the woman blushed.

clearing her thoat, she held up a picture of you. well, moreso the back of your head. “have you seen this individual?”

he stared at the woman, then glaced down at you. “..sorry. i’ve been busy, i haven’t seen anyone of the sort. wish i could help,” he shrugged, and the ladies blush worsened. “o-of course..” she muttered, before closing the door and locking it.

kaeya snorted at the irony. he looked back at you, who was still touching your lips with your fingers.

“was i that good?” he chuckled, and caught your hand when you moved to slap him. his laughter died down and he looks oddly serious.

“y/n, we need to talk..”

“...no we dont,” you turned your back to him. he put his hand on your shoulder.

“yes,” he sighed. “we do. i know you didnt want to do this with me-”

“kaeya..”

“-and really, i understand. but i’ve changed, and i know you’ve noticed. i dont want you to hate me forever-”

“kaeya-”

“and you can’t-”

“kaeya!” you nearly yelled. he finally stopped talking over you. “i don’t want to talk about this right now. can you just drop it?”

“then when?” he narrowed his eyes. he laughed humorlessly when there was no reply.

kaeya’s eyes softened the longer you stayed silent. he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you in for a hug. “...sorry.”

“could you please shut up,” you mumbled into his chest. he laughed softly.

“i know you’re wary right now. but all i ask for is a second chance,” he pulled away and hend your hands together in his. “...please.”

it was an odd sight, seeing him this vulnerable. then again, there was a good chance he was faking it to get on your good side but.. for some reason you found it hard to believe that. he looked truly sincere.

you groaned.

“you better not make me regret this.”

[kaz11283]

46. “I’m in love…shit” with Loki. If you are still wanting requests. No pressure your stuff is amazing!

46) I'm In Love....Shit

I think I'm in Love

Summary: you and Loki spend some time together, later while talking to Thor in their mothers garden Loki comes to realize that he is absolutly in love with you.

Announcement: I havent been very with it these past few days and I feel like I have been slacking in a way. I have been so busy that by the time I finally get home and I am able to relax a pass out because I am so tired. I am trying to get better at this though and I am trykng ro work out a schedule for Fire and Ice maybe set a day of the week for that and just do requests durimg the rest of the week. I love you all and thank you so much for the love that you guys give me!!! 💚💚💚💚

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"Darling! It was absolutly hilarious." Loki laughted looking down at you.

"It was not and you know that very well Loki!" You said reaching up pulling a twig from your hair. You and Loki had decided to go out and ride since it was a pretty spring day and there was nothing else to do.

"Come here and let me help you." He pulled you to a stop so that he could help pull leaves and twigs from your hair. "You should have held on tighter." He smiled pulling the last of it from yojr hair.

"You should mot have slapped her tonmake her run off, Mr. Mischief." You said playfully smacking him on the arm.

"Watch yourself my dove." He warned stalking over to you.

"Oh what are you going to do about it Mr. Trickster?" You laughed pulling up you dress so you could take a few steps back. "This whole prowling thing doesnt intimidate me like it does your other fair maidens." You laughed loudly. He stopped and stared at you.

"My Lady y/n for you to think there are other besides you I would rather spend my time with." He placed a hand on his heart. "Why, you are absolutly right." He took off after you while you squealed with delight and ran away.

You ran from him up one of the paths that lead between the orchard and the castle walls. There were hidding spots all through there were the two of you use to hid when you were younger, the tall bushes being the perfect hidding spot to keep out of view from him. As you two chased and played you didnt realize there were two others observing.

Thor and Frigga warches from the balcony of her quarters as the sounds of screaming and laughing rose to them.

"How long do you think it will take for them to realize how in love they truly are?" Thor turned to his mother.

"Son, they have been doing this same song and dance now since before they were teenagers. Sometimes it takes a while for somethingblike that to become obvious." She answered leaning onto the rail.

"It is very obvious to others." Thor was happy that Loki had you but he knew that his brother wanted more he could tell by the way his eyes would light up when you were around.

"Though it is obvious to us it may not be as obvious to them. They are simply best friends that spend every hour of every day together." She sighed. She had taken you in and had let you start training with the other ladies working on how to be a princess.

"I dont understand allmother why I should start these. I am not fit to be a princess." You stated after your first class.

"But one day you will be. You may even rule over the kingdom." She said with a knowing smile.

"Thor, call for your brother please, it is time to start preparing for the banquet tonight." She placed her hand on his shoulder and gave a final look down to the garden where you and Loki where laughing loudly after he had caught you.

"Yes mother." Thor walked off.

"Loki! Mother wanted to let you know its time to start gettkng ready for tonight." Thor yelled through the garden trying to find the two of you.

"Ah, Lady Y/N, will You be joining the festivities tonight?" Thor bowed to you.

"Yes, I do hope you save a dance for me, will you Thor?" I asked smiling up at the blonde prince.

"As long as Loki doesn't stab me for it, I would love nothing more Lady Y/n." He took your hand and kissed the top of it.

"I shall see you both later." You curtsied and walked away.

"Brother," Thor smiled placing a hand on his brothers shoulder. "Does my eyes deceive me or could you possibly have a crush on Lady y/n?"

Loki moaned looking at Thor. "For the thousandth time, I do not have a crush on her. She is my best friend, someone I can talk to. Vent to when everything in the castle is just to much."

"Then I guess it would not bother you to bad to know that Fandral has asked if she would be attending tonight." This caused Loki to stumble slightly. "Said that if she wasnt escourted by anyone he could possibly have a chance to 'get to know her tonight'."

"Y/n wouldnt give that oaf the time of day much less attend anything with him. She has more class than that i dare say." Loki rolled his eyes.

"Well he hasnt asked her yet. Saod he figured he would wait till tonight and just meet her there. Said he couldnt wait to see just how pretty she looked." Thor gave Loki a sode ways glance and smirked.

"She can do so much better than him. She has better taste in book, though I doubt that he can even read," he tutted, "more grace, she is a wonderful listener, and he cant even dance that well." Loki stopped in front of his chamber doors.

"Loki, is that jealousy that i am sensing from you?" Thor raised an eye brow.

"By Norns, no Thor. It is not. I simply worry that she will be stuck with him the rest of the night and not be able to get away from him." He opened his door and walked inside his room. His heart was pounding, he did feel jealous. He was jealous that the time he would normally be spending with you would be spent with someone else. The only smart thing for him to do was to get ready and meet you.at your quarters so that he could escort you there and keep Fandral away from you. Of course time wouldnt work in his favor that night.

When you had arrived at your chambers you noticed a box with a note on top of it with Thors messy handwriting.

Lady y/n, I decided to take the liberty and pick out a simple dress for you for tonight. Though I realize that you must already have one but when I had seen this one I knew that i had to get it for you. I know the one you chose must be just as beautiful as you are i would greatfully appreciate it if youncould wear this one.

You rolled your eyes at thw thought of Thor picking out a dress for you, red and gold, he is by no means quarting you butnhe would do that type of thing just to get under Loki s skin.

When you opened the box the first thing you noticed was a beautiful golden chain that you assumed would go around your head, with an emerald that would sit lightly between your eyes. You removed more of the paper and noticed the dark green hues from the dress, when you pulled it from the box you noticed that the skirt hit midthight and the sleeves had cuts in them the material hanging from your shoulders to the ground. Next to the box was yet another note feom Thor.

Just go with it and lets see how you like it, the matching shoes are shoved under your bed. Dont worry thank me later by dancing with me.

You could see his face in your mind, picture him winking at you. You would surly kill him for this, or at least step on his feet.

After you finished pulling your hair half up and half down with a few braids falling from the side and finished your makeup you took a deep breath and stepped out of the door. You didnt understand why you were nervous but you were, its wasnt like you had never wore green before but this time it was different, this time there was nothing but green. It looked as if you were trying to say something.

You had always liked Loki, you has been friends since you were kids. Loki was your best friend, he was kind, caring, giving, compassionate in things that he truly cared about. You could talk to him about anything and he would listen, what you loved more than anything isnthat when he was with you all of his guards were down, you were the only one that got to see that side of him. You knew in your head though that he would see it as a compliment from his best friend as he sanced the night away with numerous other girls vying for his attention.

"You look....lovely?" Fendrel glanced at you as you walked into the dinning hall. "Might I be lucky to have a dance before you are snagged away by one of the princes?"

"Of course you may." You smiled holding your hand out to him. "You have always been a good lead Fandrel."

He took you spinning you onto the dance floor were some couples parted to make room for the two of you. He placed his hand on your lower back and pulled you closer to him. "You are quite a beautiful woman Lady Y/n, any man is lucky to be able to spin you around the floor." You blushed looking away from him, as you scaned the room you noticed Thor and Loki quietly talking to themselves. Loki looked handsome in his royal outfit, black and gold elegantly intertwining woth each other causing the emerald green to pop and to being ojt his eyes.

"Honestly brother, if she had planned on coming with him why did she have to wear my color? She knows by now what that stated." Loki rolled his eyes looking back to you and Fandral twirling around the dance floor.

"Maybe she didnt think much about it. You do realize that it is simply a color? There are many others here wearing it also." Thor said grabbing two glasses of wine and handing one to Loki.

"You truly are an idiot if you that she just so happened to pick out something like that, that just so happened to be my color. She wanted to make a statement." He handed his glass back to Thor and walked down the few steps leading to where you were dancing not noticing the small smile on Thors face.

"You know you are just as mischievous as your brother." Frigga came to stand beside him causing him to jump.

"Mother, I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Of course you dont son, just be careful, you could possibly be playong with fire on this one. Once they find out it was you setting this all up there no telling what they might do." Thors face dropped at the thought of the two of you teaming up aginst him.

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ANNOUNCEMENT: OK Annon, I havent put the "I think I'm in love" prompt in this one because in all honesty this one I got carried away on and it was getting so long! I am making a part 2 and will add the link in once I am finished with it, i may actually have time today or tonight to start on it. Thank you so so much for the request and I love that it actually took me away and I didnt even realize how much I had wrote until I looked at it this morning! Keep an eye out for part 2 coming soon!!!

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Pretty please continue the jealous Jeno pleaseee 🥺

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Pairings: jeno x reader

♡𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡♡

Part 1

Warnings: dom!jeno, sub!reader, spanking, hair pulling, choking, slight dumbification, praising, possessiveness, jealousy

Jeno leaned in close and you could feel his hot breath against your face, "But since your being shy how about i just fuck you in front of them? Imagine they walk by and see me destroying your little pussy? Of course they'll know who owns you after this."

Jeno pulled your body against his as he kissed you roughly. His lips worked against yours as he bit down hard enough for you to gasp, shoving his tongue inside. You whined when you felt him slide your pants off without hesitation. With the door open and the lingering feeling of being caught, you suddenly felt more excited than before.

Jeno wasted no time fucking three fingers into you, trying to make you scream as he watched with a smirk. Your body shook with pleasure and you could only bite your lip to hold back the moans just so no one downstairs could hear you.

"You have a voice use it. Show everyone who you belong to." Though jenos face was stone cold, you couldn't bear the thought of moaning when everyone was downstairs, especially when jisung and chenle were right there. "Now." Jeno growled, but you still couldnt bring yourself to do it. So soon enough he forcefully rolled you over and quickly spanked your ass a few times. Only little gasps and groans left your lips from the sudden contact and after spanking you, he went down to eat you out.

Just the sudden intimacy made your back arch and a moan to slip. Jenos hand moved up your body to grip your neck as he kept his eyes on you, still tongue deep inside. "Again." Jeno mumbled into your heat, you still bit back on your voice and tried to stay as silent as possible, even if it meant pissing him off more.

"Please jeno...I cant." You choked out, grabbing his wrist in one hand while the other gripped his hair, but jeno found another way to make you scream his name instead.

As he lapped his tongue over your clit, he took his other hand and pushed his fingers into you at a rough pace. The hand on your throat loosened just a bit so he could hear you. But the only sounds he heard were sighs and grunts. If he wants people to hear you then he'll just try harder.

"I bet if jaemin or hyuck were fucking you right now you'd moan, right? Too bad you're mine and theyll never be able to fuck you like I do." Jeno lifted his head up to make eye contact with you, "right?" You quickly nodded your head, just trying to focus on the nearing orgasm building up.

Just as you were about to open your mouth for permission to cum, jeno pulled his fingers away and brought them up to his lips to lick up. Too shy to watch him, you looked down at your naked lower half. A contrast to the fully clothed man in front of you.

"Keep your eyes on me princess." He muttered around his fingers and you tried to look at him, but his gaze was so intimidating to you. "Now, when I fuck you, I want you to scream my name. If you don't, ill bring you downstairs and fuck you in front of everyone. Understand?"

"Y-yes sir." He sent you a wink before removing all his clothes. You couldnt help but stare at how nice his body was, all the working out seemed to pay off for him. But jeno didn't let you stare for too long before pushing you down and lining himself, teasing you ever so slightly before pushing himself in. You tried biting your hand, but remembered what jeno said just two seconds ago and just let yourself go.

It only took one particular thrust to actually make you scream, his length perfectly hitting your cervix, "Fuck, jeno!" You grabbed the sheets as jeno kept his hands steady on your hips, moving up and down.

"See? That wasnt so hard pretty girl. Keep screaming my name."

It wasnt long until you actually listened and just let loose, letting your voice take over instead of your mind. Jeno seemed to love it and it fueled him to go harder and faster. You just knew everyone downstairs was silent because of your constant moaning and screaming of jenos name. And you should've felt bad but now, it felt too good for you to care.

"My little girl," jeno grunted, "only mine."

Whining, your eyes rolled back as you felt the oncoming orgasm from before coming back. "Jeno....please...."

"Please what? Talk to me if you want something." You whined again and tried to spit it out, but stuttered too much to even form a sentence. "Am I fucking you so well that you've gone stupid? How cute."

"Je...no....pl-please- wanna cum.."

Jeno smiled, "then be a good girl and cum."

You didnt have to be told twice and came around his cock without realizing that he had came too, only it wasnt on your body.

"Keep my cum inside you like a good bitch." He proceeded to shove the cum that was leaking out of your heat with his finger with a sadistic smirk. "You can go downstairs now."

"B-but the b-boys are here." You mumbled letting jeno slide on his pants and shirt before dressing you too.

"Good. They'll know not to get too close." Jeno cockily replied. So you complied only because you didnt want to anger him. But you stopped when you felt something begin to drip down your thigh.

This was going to be a long day.

[jeo9n]

Majesty Pt 2 || JJK

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre : Slow burn,Angst,fluff,King Jungkook

Warnings : Angst,future smut, reader is shy:/,mean jungkook kinda?, virgin reader.

Wordcount : 1.7k

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"I-I don’t think I would be good wife." I said, quietly while looking down. I felt everyone’s eyes on me, I felt his eyes on me. "I’ll be the judge of that" he said, with that cold tone to his voice while beckoning for me to come to the front. 

"What’s that’s supposed to mean?" I questioned myself while looking at him. He was still standing there waiting for me to step forward so I did.

Once I was at the front, he started asking questions as to why these girls thought they would be a perfect wife for him. "What makes you a good wife?" he asked a girl with long blonde hair that was standing right in front of him.

"Well, I know how to cook, I’m great with kids, I can do the laundry, And I know how to take care of a man." she said, with a smirk on her Face while twirling her hair around her finger. The King looked at her with a stupid smirk on his face. "I don’t care if you can cook, or not. I have maids for that." He said while looking at her. "I also don’t care if you can do my laundry cause like I said, I have maids for that they do those things for me." he said, and the smirk on her face was slowly disappearing.

He asked every girl the same thing and almost all of them gave the same answer as the girl before them. I stopped paying attention as to what they said because it was becoming boring after a while.

I looked outside the window and noticed that the sun was about to set. "How long have I been here?“ I thought to myself.

I heard someone clearing their throat, so I turned my head to see who it was. As I turned my head I was met with the King standing right in front of me. I gasped in shock as I wasn’t expecting him to stand in front and so close to me all of a sudden. I took a step back to create some space between us, but he took a step closer to me so to prevent me from creating any space between us. He was way too close to me for my liking but i ignored it. I looked down as I didn’t know what to do. "Look at me." He said, I hesitate a bit, but I didn’t want to make him mad so I looked up to meet his eyes. He looked me in the eyes so intensely I felt myself staring to blush I wanted look away, but his stare told me he wouldn’t like that.

"Whats your Name?" he asked, While looking me straight in the eyes, still refusing to break eye contact. "Y-Y/n..... my name is Y/n your highness." I answered him.

"Do I make you nervous Y/n?" he asked me with a smile on his face. "N-no your highness. You don’t make me nervous." I lied, while nervously chewing on my lower lip. He tsked while shaking his head slightly. "Don’t lie to me Y/n." He said in a cold tone. „"You know lying is a bad thing right? I could punish you for that." he said, while looking at me with no emotions whatsoever on his face.

"I’m sorry your highness." I apologized while bowing. "What do you think makes you a good wife?" He asked me the same stupid question. "I-I don’t know your highness." I said while looking away. "What do you mean you don’t know why? Why are you even at this competition if you don’t even know if you would be a good wife?" he said, in a annoyed tone. "I’ve never been with a man before your highness. I-i don’t how to please or how to take care of a man." I admitted honestly. Still not meeting his eyes. He gave no answer to that.

He stood in front of me for a few more seconds before walking away, back to the middle where he was originally stood. After he was back in his place, the older man beside him asked. "Have you chosen your Future wife, Your majesty?"

"Yes I did." He said with a straight face.

All the girls including me suddenly became nervous and curious to see who the King has chosen to be his future wife.

"And who would that lucky lady be?" The older man questioned the King while looking at us with a smile on his face.

"Her." He said, while looking directly at me with a smirk on his lips. My jaw fell and my eyes widened. Everyone turned their heads to look at me. He chose me? Me? I couldn’t believe it. Why did he chose me? When he could’ve chosen a better girl, a more experienced girl, a girl that’s way more confident in her self than I was. ....I didn’t understand.

"Are you sure your majesty?" The older man asked. "Yes I am sure." Was all he said. "Ah that is wonderful. Please come forward miss." He said to me with a big smile on his face. I walked over to them and stood beside the King awkwardly. Still in shock that he chose me out of all these girls.

The other girls were asked to leave. The King and the older man left the room too. The man told me that they had to talk about some stuff for a little. And soon I was left alone in the room all by myself.

20 minutes later the old man came back and asked me to follow him. "We are going to take to the King‘s palace now." He told me, as we were walking out of the room. What? He’s going to bring to the palace? Now? No way. I wanna go back home to my mom. "Wait, I thought I could go back home." I told him. "Oh no darling the King wants you at his palace as soon as possible." He said in a calm voice. "But what about my clothes and everything? I need to go back home to get my stuff. I need to say bye to my mom and can’t just leave without saying bye to her." I said in a shaky voice. He turned his head and looked at me "We already informed your mother miss. You can go visit her in a few days." I looked at him. "There’s no need to worry about your clothes, the Kings has prepared clothes for you at the palace." He told me, while leading me to the carriage, that would bring me to the palace.

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Once we arrived at the palace, we waited for the guards to open the gates for us.

While we waited my eyes wandered around the palace. I was in shock at the sight that was in front of me. There was a huge garden with beautiful big trees surrounding the palace, the palace itself was in a beautiful beige color, while the roof was in a light blue color. It was more than beautiful. Tho it looked like a place where I didn’t belong. It looked too expensive for a person like me to even step a foot into the palace.

Once the guards opened the gates, we were headed inside. I couldn’t stop myself from looking around, never have I seen a place that looked so magical and beautiful.

We arrived at the entrance of the palace and a old woman opened the door to greet us. "Welcome miss." she said in a happy voice while bowing to me. I was about to bow back to her but she stopped me. "You don’t have to bow to me miss." She told me with a smile on her face. "O-oh okay" I answered her awkwardly. "Come on, I’ll show you to your room." She said, while motioning me to follow her.

While she lead me to the room, my eyes wandered around once again. Everything inside was painted in white and cold. The stairs, the hallway, the ceiling, the floor, everything was in white and cold and it looked absolutely beautiful. We arrived outside of a room that had double doors, the doors were white with gold door knobs. She opened the door for me and lead me inside, inside there was a huge king bed in the middle of the room. The bed was also made out of white and gold with white bed sheets. There two white bedside tables at each side of the bed with gold lamps on it, right beside the bed were the windows which had a view of the beautiful garden. The woman showed me around the rest of the room. She showed me, that there was also a huge closet and a bathroom attached to room. She was about to leave once she was done showing with me everything but I stopped her.

"Wait, I don’t have to share this room with the King... right?" I asked her nervously. She laughed and said, "of course not dear." She looked at me. "Well, not yet at least, you have to get married to the King first. Once your married you two will have to share a room." she explained to me. "But what if I don’t want to share a room with him?" I asked her while picking at my nails. "Why wouldn’t you want to share a room with your husband?" She asked me, with a confused look on her face. "Ah never mind." I told her. She wouldn’t understand it anyway if I told her why.

She left me alone, and I decided to take a bath. Once i was finished, I started getting ready for bed since I was getting tired and it was already pretty late. As I was laying bed I started realizing what actually happened today. The King chose me to be his wife. I was about to get married to him. He wants to marry me. This all felt like a dream, this couldnt be real, there’s no way. I thought about my mom, how she felt, I thought about how she reacted when she found out, I thought about when I would see her again, I thought about everything that’s about to come.

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. Are death gods like a class lower than Olympian gods? Minthe says that Hades can buy all the suits in the world and still stink of death and Apollo refers to Thanatos as Poor Man’s Heremes and also reeks of death. Do they smell bad, or do people just hate them for existing? You’d think they’d be a little more fear controlling death/underworld

2. for the person saying "come on, persephone being a self insert isn't bad" completely misses the point.  As a young writer I used to have self inserts until I realized that my favoritism overshadowed the narrative and didn't allow for my characters to experience consequences or be in the wrong.  This is how creator's pets get made, and no one likes those because they ruin the story and take away attention from other (more interesting) characters!  (1/2) 

We are clearly seeing this in LO.  Persephone is essentially a perfect little goddess who keeps getting powers, is probably going to be revealed as one of the strongest goddesses, and her issues (sans the two giant ones we know what it is) almost never personally affect her.  No one gets angry at her in a meaningful way unless the narrative wants us to demonize them, and when they suddenly "see the light" and go to her side, they're rewarded!  THAT'S why persephone as a S.I is bad

3. Ok. I think Daphene and Thanatos are the best ship. I would read this story...also,Thanatos is the grim reaper...how metal would be if he take down LO Apollo and LO Hades? Yes, I'm aware this would be impossible in the.original myths but HEY why not? RS is not caring for the source material

4. RS’s writing is such a mess of contradictions between actuality and intent it’s hilarious: 1) Hades is supposed to be seen as a good guy yet is portrayed as a tyrant who somehow still manages to be a Gary Stu. 2) Persephone is simultaneously overpowered (fertility goddess powers) and powerless (is just a college kid) to the point where she’s viewed as a spoiled rich brat living consequence-free and destitute young woman left with no options but to marry to get out of trouble 

3) Artemis is supposed to represent a separatist feminist yet is depicted as foolish, British and out of the loop for humorous effect by the poss poor excuse of a comic which calls itself ‘a feminist feeling’. 4) The lack of time skips coupled with RS’s need to give HxP as many ‘cute’ moments as possible makes the comic’s progress feel slow for the reader when it’s actually progressing at breakneck speed if you go by the character’s timeframe. 

5) Wants to treat SA with nuance and sensitivity (RS almost manages to do it at first) but then uses Persephone’s rape as trauma porn, a means for pushing her closer to Hades while reminding the reader of his differences from Apollo and a means of furthering the side plots (Artemis’s descent into depressed confusion, Eros and Psyche’s romance, Hera’s quest to get the mains together).

5. i genuinely do not want to see whatever reason rachel thinks up to have zeus and demeter not like each other because it's either going to be a "shock" incest twist (unlikely) or it's going to be something akin to how she made apollo to persephone and maybe zeus stole her "fertility" and thats why she couldnt have persephone naturally and why demeter isnt a fertility goddess but persephone is. like no writing choice is good in this so i guess brace for the worst from her in this regard.

6. i honestly get sad looking at old LO art because not only is all the charm gone, but the colors also got way worse. hades used to be this subdued, rich dark blue with icy blue hair while persephone was a nice shade of pastel pink with magenta hair, but now theyre all one shade of neon. there used to be choices put into the art but now its just lazy. like hades looks like a blue highlighter, and persephone like her personality is only one nauseatingly bright shade and thats it 😞

7. i feel like if at least the writing in LO was good the art would excusable, you know what i mean? and the same can be said in reverse, but both are just so bad (or was never good to begin with) that it just seems inexcusable? like at least put effort into one, not half assing at best for both.

8. i mean for all we know bc thats how how psyche normally looks the braids are just a nymph disguise that basically pops away once shes human looking again. regardless the whole thing is nasty once you think about it and idk what we expected from a white woman to begin with. she thinks persephone revolving her whole world and being dependent on hades is feminist and making a canon bi god a r//pist is groundbreaking too like ....

9. lets add to the psyche is black-coded discourse: anyone want to mention how nasty it is she was literally sold off to a WHITE MAN for eros to save her from (ignoring the fact he proceeded to lie to her while having a sexual relationship), made her loving parents into abusive assholes, and psyche just happens to be the only character who is illiterate despite being a princess? the whole thing reeks of internalized racism on rachel's part, and her now giving her braids kinda makes it worse, tbh. 

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10. Is it me? Or in the fast past episode were they showed one of the muses Polymnia (or Polyhymnia)  they mixed her with Clio??? Because Zeus calls her "the goddess/muse of history" but Polymnia is acutally the muse of hymns, CLIO is the muse of history, how did they get that wrong? Her name literally means "a lot of hymns"! And why is there a muse in this??? Even she says that she shouldn't be there because she doesn't work in anything similar to law, did Zeus really asked her to make a POEM in a TRAIAL??? For what exactly? Make Persephone look bad?

[brooklyn-xoxo]

Dabi realizing he loves you. Headcanon-ish??

•Once you’ve been in the LOV for a while he gets kinda weirder out with himself and why he is hooked on every word you say in a conversation. Or how he oddly is addicted to trying to find out your past or what your doing at this very moment or things you like.

•Once the thought of him liking you hits him he thinks he’s loosing it. He knows he’s crazy but Dabi thinks being a villain and a bad person is him being him, but he thinks liking you is scary. Dabi never gets scared, 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?

•One day Dabi realizes how much he likes you. He realized it when you did something to ℎ𝑖𝑚．Poor guy was terrified of the feeling of being utterly in love.

•Dabi got back from a mission, he was in pain. Nothing he hadn’t dealt with before, he always ignored his cuts and bruises until he couldnt and had to do something about it.

•Your sweet self (obviously you were a little crazy and could kill or lash out on someone if they went to far cuz of ur past, but you had a pure heart and just joined LOV to take down ppl who hurt you. Not to kill innocent ppl.) walked up to Dabi and offered to heal his wounds.

•Dabi acted annoyed.

• “I’m a grown man, ya know? I can take care of mys—”

•Dabi was cut off by you grabbing his arm and scanning his arm.

• “God… these cuts have to hurt like hell. Say, um, do you mind if we went to my room and I fix you up there? Eh? Oh…Pardon, what were you saying?”

• Dabi just rolled his eyes and let you lead him upstairs, to your room.

•Once you were all set up in your cozy and neat room, and had Dabi seated letting you take a moment to figure where to start with his cuts. You started putting medicine to heal his cuts, you gently tapped his cuts with a soft and warm paper towel.

•A few minutes passed and you were still trying to clean him up. By accident your eyes wondered around him cut and to the scars & staples in his skin. You felt the need to do something, and off of impulse you gently placed your hand on his cheek and lowered it around his jaw where his staples were.

• “Sorry, I don’t know why I did that. Do your staples hurt? If they do I’m sorry I touched them. Honest. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

• Dabi kinda sighed when your warm palm left his rough and burned jaw.

• “Oh, those ugly things? Neh, they don’t hurt anymore.”

• “Ugly? Ha, your scars are nice and they suit you really well. Mine are the ugly ones.”

•You pointed at the “ugly” scar you had from missions or some past events.

• Dabi was kind of taken back. Well, for one, you complimenting his scars. Second, you just called your scars ugly. Dabi didn’t think they were bad, to him is showed how strong you were. Probably made that screwed up in the head guy blush.

• “Alright, I’m done. Hopefully you get better fast, thanks for letting me fix you up Dabi. Just come to me if you ever need help again, sound good?” You said, not trying to make Dabi feel uncomfortable. Also, you were a flustered MESS, didn’t need Dabi to see that.

•From that day on, he thought he was INSANE. He didn’t know what to do. You made him feel something he never felt. He wanted 𝑦𝑜𝑢, he needed you. Anyways, your to blame for this, at least in Dabi’s mind.

• Dabi could never possibly have you, right? He’s a Villian, with a sarcastic personality and a cold bitter heart, incapable of love. You were a 𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦, neat and pure, with such a kind heart for people who didn’t hurt you. Dabi, a 𝑉𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛. It’s not like he cared for you, right?

• WRONG👀💀❤️

•God, he’s a mess without you. Dabi is a SUCKER for your love. He needs you to stay forever with him.

•He won’t hesitate to kill ANYONE who either slightly annoys you or hurt you.

•Honestly, the first time Dabi thought of having an interest in you he thought of killing you. He would kill you and stop having a weird addiction to you, not so hard, right?

• It would be useless to kill you, running from his problem wasn’t like him. He would kill himself if he ever hurt you.

•He also thought of just disappearing and never coming back, hiding from you and this feeling toward you but Dabi knows DAMN WELL he would end up coming back a mess into your arms once more.

•Damn it, he let you break into his cold bitter that once could care less about anyone.

•He was never leaving you. You would annoy him, Hurt him, hit him, do what you want. This man has waisted doing what he wanted for years, waiting for a new door to open and give him a chance a something new. He thought that door was the LOV, but it was you. He was dead set on being with you 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟. Your on his mind constantly and are apart of everything he does.

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙖𝙗 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢

• Hugs from behind are common from him but not so much when you do it. It’s kind of rare when you hug his from behind, but if you do he doesn’t show it but he MELTS.

•Forehead kisses 24/7👍❤️

•Its like Dabi has a tracker on you. Your rarely by yourself, you always with him but when you are alone, he knows where ever you are. You could be across the world and beyond his reach, to him your never totally out of his view.

•You can disagree all you want, but Dabi knows how to dance. How do you figure that out????? WELL, your just chilling in the kitchen and he grabs you by your hips, pulls you close to him and before you know it your slow dancing in your kitchen with him.

•Dabi isn’t into music anymore but when he was a kid (toya) he listened to music a lot. So when he was dancing with you, the rhythm reminded him of a song and he started to hum it softly while dancing with you. It was the absolute cutest!!💛

•Obsessed with you 100%

•Warms you with his quirk if you get chilly.

•He won’t act soft and affectionate if the LOV is around but he is a bit touch starved so he can’t totally ignore you. He will have his hand of your arm if your standing next to him. He might find an excuse to play with your hair. Or he’ll rub words or patters into your skin when no one is looking.

[comphersjost]

More Than This ➸ Mikko Rantanen

its 3 am and i couldnt wait to post this. its self indulgent, all of it

You have a thing for bigger guys. And Mikko, well, he takes notice.

word count: 3.9k+

warnings: slight angst? if you squint, reader cant get off, size kink (obviously), smut, thigh riding, mutual pining if you squint, sorta best friend!jt

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You didn't know how you let JT talk you into letting him swipe through your Bumble account. And you definitely don't know how he managed to get you to let him do it while displaying your phone on his Apple TV. And what you absolutely, totally, completely did not know, was how you let him keep going when Ryan, EJ, Gabe, Mikko, Naz and some of the wives and girlfriends arrived at his and Josty’s shared apartment. 

You'd known JT for years, so your dating life wasn't exactly a new subject for you. Besides, it had seemed fun at the time, the group of you lounging around the living room as JT swipes through Bumble for you.

“Hey what about this guy? He's cute!” Gabe says. JT scrolls through the guy’s profile.

“Wait,” you said, stopping him from scrolling any further. “6’4? Swipe right.”

The group erupts into laughter at your words, though you were being completely serious. JT swipes right anyways without scrolling through the rest of “Andy”’s profile, the group cheering as you match. You lock eyes with Mikko, completely by accident, and the dark look in his eyes tells you he knows something you don't. He stands, announcing he's going to get a drink from the kitchen, but you don't miss the smirk tugging at his lips as you gulp, your eyes travel up his hulking frame. 

Your attention is pulled away by Naz saying something about a guy’s bio being “ultimate douchebag vibes”, and that’s when you decide it's been enough. You snatch your phone back from JT, disconnecting from the screen mirroring despite the protests around you. 

“You guys have snooped into my dating life enough,” you laugh, “All thanks to Comph here, but that’s enough, seriously.”

With a grumble, the group relents, allowing the conversation to progress past “6’4? Swipe right.”

-

You were staring again. 

You knew it too. You also knew that if you didn't stop soon - like, now - you were gonna get caught. Again. Just as a thought goes through your head, you feel an elbow digging into your side. 

“If you want to fuck him, just shoot your shot.” You turn to glare at Ashley, finally tearing your eyes away from the blonde brute on the other side of the bar. You reach over to smack JT with the back of your hand as he starts laughing.

“Fuck off, dude,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Even if I wanted to - which I don't, by the way - I couldn't.”

“Says who?” JT says incredulously. “Besides, don't you have a thing for big dudes?” As your oldest friend of the group (though he wasn't always your friend for as long as you've known him, he was your brother’s friend from college before you moved to Denver), JT had the most shit to talk. 

“Says my contract with your team, Jimothy.” The ginger grimaces at the nickname, but lets it slide, opting out of his usual reaction of punching the guys in the arms when they called him that. Instead he laughs again at your defensive expression and your avoidance of his question, turning to call the rest of the guys back to your table. Your glare intensifies as he gives you a shit-eating grin. 

“Technically you don't know that it says that. What's the worst that could happen, Y/N?” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows in a manner that was so unlike him. Drunk JT was the worst you thought. “I'm sure he’d be down for a -” he pauses dramatically “night of passion.” 

You gag at the way he says it, at the same time you here an accented voice say.

“Who wants a night of passion?” 

You tense, not having realized the rest of the team had actually come back so quickly. You force yourself to relax and paint a playful smile on your face, turning to look at the Fin. 

“Nothing, Jimothy’s just being stupid as usual,” you say dryly, scooting over as Mikko motions for you to move further in the booth. You pretend not to notice Ashley’s shit-eating grin as Naz rolls his eyes at her antics. Luckily no one at the table says anything incriminating before the boys start up a new conversation. 

In the chaos you almost don't notice Mikko stretching, placing an arm behind you on the booth. But you do notice, and it makes you stiffen. Mikko feels your body go rigid, glancing down at you with a confused pout. He leans down for a moment until his mouth is by your ear. 

“Are you okay?” he murmurs as his hand drops to caress your shoulder in what you guessed was supposed to be a comforting manner. 

“I’ve got a lot on my mind,” you lie easily, avoiding his gaze. “Just a little on edge.” 

If it was possible his voice lowers, making you strain to hear him. “Just relax.” And - that really doesn't help, heat settling in your gut at the words. 

“Actually -” you say abruptly, finally meeting his eyes for the first time that night, “I think I’m gonna go home. I’m just not feeling it.” 

You can see Ashley watching you closely from the corner of your eye, but you don't turn to look at her. Instead you raise an eyebrow expectantly, motioning for Mikko to get up out of the booth so you could leave. He looks surprised by your sudden desire to leave - lips parted in confusion and what you thought was a hint of hurt. 

With a reluctant look on his face, Mikko slides out of the booth, stepping aside to let you slip past. You send a quick wave to the table, and after a brief goodbye, head towards the exit to wait for your Uber. You assumed Mikko sat back down as you walked away, so it surprised you when you heard Mikko call after you just as you'd begun to walk towards the curb. 

“Y/N! Wait!” 

Your step falters for a moment as you glance over your shoulder, pausin to let Mikko catch up with you. He reaches for you for a moment, before pulling back. 

“Are you okay? Seriously.” 

And like, you hate the concern in his voice. Stupid you think. Stupid accent and stupid pouty lips and stupid - 

Your thoughts are interrupted by Mikko repeating your name, softer this time, as he takes a step closer to you. Your breath hitches at you stare at him towering over you, trying to force yourself to think of anything other than how his massive hands would feel on your body. 

“Yeah,” you finally choke out, taking a step backwards towards your waiting Uber. “Yeah, I’m good, just - I'm just tired and have a lot on my plate right now.” 

You're reaching for the door before he can respond, barely catching his faint “Text me when you get home safe!” before the door is closed. You pretend not to hear him. The driver glances at you in the mirror quizzically, seemingly wanting to ask how you left Mikko Rantanen outside of a bar without so much as a goodbye, but thinks better of it, turning up the soft music on the radio as he begins the drive towards your apartment. 

You feel drained when you finally get home, showering and changing into more comfortable clothes as quickly as you can before crawling into bed. Your thoughts drift to Mikko as you close your eyes, the heat in your gut from before returning. You consider taking care of yourself, but considering you haven't been able to get off in weeks, the idea seems even more exhausting, so you let sleep overtake you. 

- 

“You didn't text me.” 

You glance up from your laptop to see Mikko standing in the aisle of the plane, his eyebrows furrowed into a slight frown. 

“What?” you say dumbly, you stare up at him, forcing your attention away from one of his enormous hands as it curls around the back of the seat in front of you. You only succeed in noticing his thighs in his basketball shorts, the chiseled muscles making your mouth go dry.

“When you left yesterday,” he clarifies, pulling your gaze away from his thighs. “I told you to text me when you got home safe.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, oh.” 

You're taken aback by irritation in his tone - and slightly offended. Who was he to be annoyed with you? 

“Well, I was really tired, so…” you trail off, eyes falling back to your laptop screen. You hope he takes it as an end to the conversation, and luckily, he does. 

You feel bad for being short with him, but JT and Ashley’s teasing from the night before - and, let’s face it, from months before - was getting to you. You can't help but watch Mikko’s back as he retreats, heading back to the front of the plane where he usually sat. 

You see him slump in his seat, blonde curls barely visible over the backrest, and a pang of guilt shoots through you. It’s gone the moment you catch JT’s eye, flipping him off as he grins knowingly, before shaking your head and focusing on your work. 

You didn't have time to lust over Mikko. Not when you had the job that needed your complete focus. 

The flight is short, and you arrive in Edmonton faster than you thought you would. You try to ignore Mikko’s burning stare as the players and staff exit the plane, trying your best to tune into the animated story Josty was telling JT. 

You breathe a sigh of relief once you close the door to your hotel room, finally relaxing for the first time all day. The game wasn't until tomorrow, so you knew you had time to do what you wanted - which was absolutely nothing. 

And nothing you did, lounging around in your room watching Netflix and declining an offer from JT to go out with, well, everyone. It didn't help that you knew Mikko and Mark’s room was directly next to yours, but as you heard the chaos of a group of 30 grown men, and then some, heading out for the night, you relaxed a little more. 

An idea pops into your head when the noise finally fades, your hands slipping further down your body to rest above your shorts. You were tense, and needed release - desperately. You give in to yourself, slipping your fingers under your shorts and panties, gasping as your fingers slide through your folds. You're already wet, sensitive from not having been able to cum in weeks. 

A soft whimper escapes your lips as your fingertips find your clit, rubbing gently to work yourself up. You can't help the noises that escape your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet, but easing up when you remembered that everyone had gone out. 

Your breath quickens as you rub tight, fast circles on your cunt, your back arching. Your other hand finds your breast through your thin t-shirt, pulling and pinching at your nipple. The added sensation makes you moan loudly into the empty room. 

Your hand moves faster and faster in your panties as you pinch your nipple roughly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to keep yourself quiet - just in case. 

You're so so close, you can feel it. Your orgasm is right there, and it feels endless as you chase it. You move the hand that's playing with your breasts down to slip under your panties, sinking two fingers into your pussy. Your back arches even more at the feeling, whines escaping you now even with your lip between your teeth. You just - you need something to push you over the edge into you euphoria but - 

“Fuck!” you sob, your body collapsing back onto your bed as your hands cease their movements. You draw your hands out of your shorts, repeating “Fuck”, before resigning to the fact that you just can't cum. Tears slip down your cheeks as you attempt to catch your breath. It ached, how bad you needed to cum but you just couldn't. So you give up on, trying to find anything else to focus on. Only hours later did you find yourself falling into a restless sleep. 

- 

The knock on your door makes you jump, the sound echoing in your empty apartment. You frown as you think Who the fuck is here this late? You'd only just gotten home and settled from your trip to Edmonton, finally relaxing on your couch with Netlix already pulled up and ready to browse through. You're so caught up in wondering who could be at your door that another three heavy knocks sound at the door. 

 Impatient much? you think bitterly as you make your way to the door. 

You nearly slam it shut again when you see who's on the other side. 

“Mikko,” you say, a questioning tone to your voice. “What are you-” 

“I heard you.” His words are abrupt, cutting your sentence off. You frown, not understanding what he means. You step aside to let him come in, and he doesn't hesitate before sweeping into your apartment, slipping his shoes off and taking a seat at your couch. 

You raise your eyebrows at Mikko’s boldness as you come to stand in front of him, about to ask him to clarify what exactly it was he heard, before he answers the question for you. 

“Last night. In Edmonton.” 

Your blood runs cold, but his voice lowers, thick with intention. 

“I could hear you, when you couldn't cum.” 

“I - I -” you stutter for a moment, “I thought everyone went out last night.” 

It's not a denial of what Mikko said, and he knows it. 

“I stayed behind,” he says simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His eyes are dark, and you can't bring yourself to look away, no matter how badly you wanted to. 

“I…” You flush under his gaze, somehow both absolutely mortified by him hearing you, and curious to see what he would say. “And you're telling me this because…?” 

Mikko is silent for a few moments, mulling over his words. “Let me help you,” he finally says, his voice low and husky. “Let me help you cum.” 

You can't help the way you gasp, the desperation from the night before flaring up again. 

“Mikko I don't-” 

“Think it's a good idea?” he finishes, his hands coming to rest on your waist, pulling you closer. “I don't care. I want...I want you. I want this. I want to help you.” 

“Mikko…” 

You sound uncertain but he knows you've already made up your mind. You let out a yelp as he tugs you roughly into his lap, smashing his lips into yours. A moan escapes you immediately, god he was incredible. Mikko is big, he's so big that one of his arms wraps itself almost completely around your waist, the other coming up to cup your face, nearly covering half of it. You feel small in his lap, and you love it. 

His tongue darts in and out of your mouth, coaxing small noise from you as you grip his shoulders. It was better than you could have ever imagined, the way he bites your bottom lip and tugs back on it with a smile. You whine again as his giant hand falls to your ass, flexing over the flesh and squeezing. 

He pushes against your ass, guiding you to rock against him. You tear your lips away from him, head falling to his shoulder at the friction. Your brain is fried, unable to think of anything but the behemoth of a man in front of you. 

“God he's so painfully my type” you remember telling your friend when you first moved to Denver. You didn't tell her why. You didn't tell her it was because of his size. You didn't tell her it was because he was over a foot taller than you. And you definitely didn't tell her it was because you wanted him to use that size to his advantage with you. 

And use it he did, moving your body the way he wants against him as you whimper pathetically. Mikko maneuvers you so that you're seated on one of his massive thighs, your leggings doing next to nothing to provide a barrier between your cunt and his thigh. 

“Please,” you find yourself whining before you can stop yourself. The pressure of his leg against your clit makes you giddy, unable to think of anything but more more more. Mikko’s hand on your ass guides you, rocking your hips against him as the other caresses your hair. 

“That's it,” he spurs you on, accent thickening as he moves you, “Just like that, good girl. Feels good doesn't it?” 

You whimper again and nod against his neck, moving your hips even as he guides you. The friction feels delicious against your cunt, and you can already feel your orgasm building up. Mikko murmurs soft words of encouragement as you rut against him, the tent in his sweatpants growing tighter as more noises escape your throat. 

Logically, you knew Mikko’s size would likely match the size of his cock but - nothing could have prepared you for what you felt against your thigh as you rocked harder into him. His cock was straining against his sweats, thick and heavy as you pushed against him. 

Mikko’s hand disappears from your ass for a moment, before coming down again with a rough smack. You jolt at the sting and cry out as it only brings you closer to the edge. Your hand curls around his neck, your face smushed into his shoulder with his other hand cradling the back of your head. 

“Please, Mikko, please!” you sob into his t-shirt, so fucking close to release. You were desperate, strings of curses and his name and “pleasepleaseplease” the only words leaving your mouth. He coos gently at your desperation, bouncing his leg slightly to give you more friction. 

“I've got you, rakas,” (beloved) he murmurs lowly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “You're close aren't you?” 

“Mhm.” Your voice comes out whiny, but you could really care less, too caught up in chasing your orgasm to care how you sounded. “Mik - Mikko, please, please.” 

“That’s it,” he repeats, the hand that was cradling your head disappearing, only to come down on your ass sharply. A sob is ripped from your throat as you wind your hand into his hair and pull. “Come on, there you go, are you going to cum for me?” 

“Yes yes yesyesyes,” you babble, frantic as you seek your high. 

“Cum for me, rakas,” Mikko growls. “I want you to cum for me.”

The filthy, commanding tone he uses is enough to send you over the edge, throwing you into white-hot ecstasy as you finally - finally - achieve the release you've been craving. You're faintly aware of the scream you let out, and the tears slipping down your cheeks, but you're too focused on the pleasure you're feeling to be embarrassed - or even care, for that matter. 

Mikko holds you tight to his body as you begin to regain consciousness, rocking you slower and slower against his thigh until he stops, tugging you so that you straddle his lap instead. You're hyper aware of his cock pressing against your thigh, achingly hard. 

“You did so well,” he purrs, peppering your neck with soft, wet kisses. “You did so fucking good, you're so beautiful when you cum for me.” You whine at the words, finally finding the strength to lift your heavy head from his shoulder. 

“Sorry I ruined your shirt,” you snivel, gasping out a sob when another tremor wracks your body. Mikko pulls you back into his chest, chuckling softly. 

“That's alright, suloinen asia. (sweet thing) You did so good for me.” 

Mikko strokes your hair softly as your sobs slow to a stop, holding you tightly to him to build you back up where he shattered you. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as his fingers caress you, the heat radiating from him lulling you into a daze. 

“Thank you,” you whisper softly, curling your hand around the back of his head. You pull back softly to look at him, and you can't help but revel in what you see. Mikko’s cheeks are pink, his lips swollen and bruised, and his eyes are blown wide with lust. He stares up at you in admiration, smiling almost shyly at your gratitude. 

“Y/N I - fuuuck,” Mikko’s words are cut off when you rock your hips against his aching cock, his hands flying to your waist. “What are you - oh - Y/N - shit -” 

“Please?” you mewl softly, pouting softly at his reprimanding stare. 

“Stop that,” he groans, his head tilting back slightly in pleasure. Whether he's talking about your pout or the way you were grinding on him - who knows. 

“Please?” you repeat, smiling triumphantly when his hands on your waist push you a little harder against his dick. 

“Yeah,” he breathes, “Yeah, yeah, okay, one condition.” 

“Mhm,” you hum, too distracted with roaming your eyes over Mikko’s chest and arms to pay attention. 

“Hey.” Mikko grabs your face between two fingers, squishing your cheeks together as he forces you to look at him. You stop breathing for a moment, his grip on your face unrelenting as you wait for him to tell you his condition. “My condition,” he says, “is that I want more than just this. Let me take you on a date. And no more swiping right on any other big guys on dating apps.” 

His words catch you by surprise, and you laugh loudly. Mikko lets go of your face when you do, watching you throw your head back joyfully. He's confused for a moment, but accepts your kiss, smiling against your mouth as you giggle against his. 

“Is that a yes?” he murmurs between kisses. 

“It's a hell yes,” you smile brightly, leaning into to steal another. 

“Great, now can I fuck you over the back of this couch and make you cum again or what?”