#soft reader

[presentmacandcheese]

bring you some peace

jason todd x gn reader

summary: you discover your boyfriend jason is the Red Hood, to his surprise and concern you're not upset in the slightest

or 5k on loving and appreciating your hardworking vigilante boyfriend

a/n: back at it again! This isn't exactly a sequel to softer than, but it's not not a sequel either. I picture it being the same reader, but this piece can absolutely still be read standalone! That said, go forth and please enjoy my second ever DC fic

also on my ao3!

A sigh pushed its way from his diaphragm as the mattress caught Jason’s fall. He ran a hand over his face and into his hair, taking another deep breath, thoughts of your relationship began to fill his mind.  

Things with you had been going well lately, too well, the anxiety in his brain was certain.

You were suspiciously patient and understanding, especially when he bailed last minute on plans. Sure, you’d meet him with a pout, but it’d disappear as quickly as it’d come and be replaced with a smile that must have been a trick of the light as it seemed... empathetic? Where was the upset? Shouldn’t you be fighting about him “not prioritizing you” enough? It’s what happened the last time he had a romantic partner. 

His partner had felt Jason wasn’t willing to put them over his work, which... He made what time he could for them, but there were lives at stake. He couldn’t be with them every second of every day like they attempted to demand, and they weren’t willing to compromise when the truth of his work remained hidden. 

His chest ached at the thought of losing you, knowing it would hurt significantly more than his last relationship. They were nice, mostly. But you. You meant more to him. You meant... everything. Something felt different lately, off in enough way that he felt it making home in his bones. 

Maybe he needed to come clean, maybe that was the honesty this relationship required. His heart raced as the thought settled, stomach churning. Would you still want him once you knew? Was he risking his safety, his family’s safety, your safety in vain? 

Jason mulled it over, knowing the other shoe may drop with this decision, but pleading with the universe that just this once it wouldn’t have to. Maybe he’d be allowed to have and keep something good. 

You knew your boyfriend was the Red Hood.  

Jason, bless his heart, had certainly been trying to keep it away from you. But the more time you spent around him, the more little details you were able to put together. 

At first, the nights he was unable to spend time together made sense. He told you he worked graveyard shift most nights and his behavior and absences backed that up. 

Until he started canceling at confusing moments with vague excuses. The timing of his walk outs beginning to raise a flag in your mind. 

“Work thing, gotta go.” When his phone buzzed as your heads had just hit the pillows. 

“My brother needs me.” Two minutes into the TV show you watched together weekly. 

“I have a thing to do.” When you were about to be that thing. 

Jason went out of his way to make it up to you, finding alternate times to see and spend time with you, leaving you far more curious than upset. 

The curiosity increased when you noticed the influx of injuries he’d have after a night of cancelled plans. The dots didn’t begin to consciously connect until Jason had walked out on your movie night early, a murmured “work errand, sorry.” Leaving his lips as he parted. 

You were more concerned than anything, he’d been wanting to watch Pride & Prejudice with you for weeks after you’d read the book together; a re-read for him and a first for you, only to leave half an hour in? 

Your thoughts roamed as you snuggled into the hoodie, he’d purchased solely for you to steal, burrowing into the blankets on your couch and settling in for the new plan of a night to yourself. You wondered what errand could be so important to need urgent tending to. Maybe you’d ask Jason later, maybe you’d finally get your curiosities quenched. 

You’d just gotten comfortable, pulling out a project you’d been working on for fun and throwing the news on in the background when a story caught your attention. 

“Red Hood takes mustard gun to the face. Fresh off an Arkham Asylum breakout this evening, Condiment King stood off against Crime Alley’s very own Red Hood. It seems to have been Condiment King’s lucky day as he managed a hit on the rehabilitated crime lord, launching mustard directly at the so called “eyes” of his helmet. That’s bound to leave one hot dog of a bruise if you ask me.” 

You rolled your eyes as you processed the pun, it felt in poor taste given how much worse the situation could have been, especially if Red Hood had been without his helmet. The idea made you frown. You’d found yourself with a soft spot towards the vigilantes of Gotham for years, but along the way Red Hood had become your favorite. 

You admired what he stood for, the protection he offered women and children, the way he was willing to offer it no matter the cost. The other vigilantes seemed more black and white, you respected that Red Hood appeared to often understand the world was gray.  

You zoned back into the TV, focusing again on the reporter’s words. 

“Witnesses reported Nightwing ketching up to the scene shortly after, promptly taking down Condiment King and assuring he won’t be able to a salt anyone again anytime soon.” 

You groaned, turning channels so you wouldn’t have to listen anymore to the attempts at making crime more lighthearted. 

The night passed rather calmly for you, but the same could not be said of the streets. Checking social media and news sites revealed the Arkham breakout was much larger than merely Condiment King. 

And as you realized multiple heavy hitters were loose, you sent out a quiet prayer to whoever was listening that your city and its protectors would remain safe. 

Jason needed to see you.  

Adrenaline left his body wired, hands trembling and breaths labored. The night had been harsh to them all. Rogues left and right hellbent on freedom and destruction. Every Bat had taken far more hits than preferred throughout the night, but they prevailed without serious injury. Somehow luck was on their side with a swift recapture. 

That didn’t mean he wasn’t frazzled.  

Going from a peaceful night in; snuggling his sweetheart, to getting two black eyes from fuckin’ Condiment King of all people was bound to leave a man off-kilter. Especially when the ante of it all was only upped from there. A night’s full of adrenaline catching up to him as the morning latened. 

Exhaustion ran bone deep, his knocks on your door muddled as if his blood had turned to molasses. The rush that got him through being patched up and taking a shower drained from his body and left Jason half asleep on your doorstep.  

He leaned against the frame, eyes blinking slowly as he heard the lock click before the door opened. 

“Baby?” There it was, confused voice still dripping gentle honey as your eyes met his. 

He was fading fast, Jason knew he’d be unconscious in minutes, but that was okay. He had proof that you were safe, and that was all he needed. 

You took Jason’s arm, guiding him inside and towards your bed. You’d seen him tired plenty of times, but never quite like this. This was exhaustion. His movements slow like you were trudging through quicksand, every step heavy as though the second you stopped moving, he’d begin to sink. 

It was worrisome. Clearly, his job was burning him out or something worse. You’d noticed the redness under his eyes, the way they were swelling in what would surely become two black eyes. What happened to him last night? 

Oh god. 

As you moved the blankets on your bed to open a space for him, your mind was stuck on an awful thought. What if he’d been caught in the Arkham attacks? 

Pushing Jason into place on your mattress was more than easy, once the opening was created a soft wind could’ve blown him down. He collapsed into the plushness, face immediately buried in your pillow and body going lax. It would’ve made you chuckle if you weren’t so worried. 

You removed his shoes before covering him with the blankets, tucking the sides in to secure him. Sitting beside him on the bed’s edge, you lifted a hand to run through his hair, delicately untangling any small knots and lightly scratching his scalp. 

A shaky breath left your lips, watery eyes locked on where Jason’s chest rose and fell. You could see he’d had a night, but he’d survived that night. He was here. he was safe. You just needed to get your anxiety to catch up with reality. 

You watched him sleep for half an hour before your body regulated, your heartrate lowering and allowing your mind to clear now that the fear was dissipating.  

Your fingers finally left his hair, trailing down to lightly caress over the side of his face that’d emerged from the pillow. Hovering over the swelling under his eye your brain whispered what happened, Jay?  

Did someone hit you? Why? How?  

A nugget of information from the previous night floated to the foreground. There was someone you knew had gotten hit in the eyes last night. 

Red Hood. 

Your hand slowly retreated, lowering to a stilted rest on his shoulder. It. It was absurd, wasn’t it? 

Except.  

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand nearest you, opening the internet and searching ‘Red Hood.’ Your hand left Jason’s body as you frantically searched at length, looking for evidence. The builds were damn near the same, Red Hood seemed only the slightest bulkier, your guess was an armor-padded suit. Articles highlighting injuries he’d received in the recent past aligned with nights he’d rushed away from you. 

And the most damning. A picture someone had managed to get of him without his helmet. 

He still wore a mask, but even in a far and grainy picture you’d recognize the love of your life’s face anywhere. 

Jason Todd was the Red Hood. 

You locked your phone, not wanting to stare at the image anymore and turned your gaze to Jason. You expected fear to roll in, knowledge fresh of some of the brutality he’d committed, but the longer you looked at Jason the more your shock calmed. 

He was a hero. A statement you figured he’d argue, but that’s how you’d felt about Red Hood for ages. Sure, his methods were unorthodox especially when he first debuted in Gotham, but he’d been trying to better the city every step of his way. He stood up for the underdogs, for Park Row and everyone in it that were constantly overlooked.  

You knew firsthand how much it needed that. Park Row, Crime Alley had been your home for a spell of time. The first ten years of your life had been spent struggling there. At your youngest and most vulnerable, you learned that life wasn’t always fair. Life wouldn’t always give people what they deserved, not when the cards were stacked against them. 

Park Row needed help, it needed a protector. It needed someone who would stand up and fight for and in it, that never seemed up Batman’s alley. 

But Red Hood? Red Hood was doing what needed to be done. Jason was doing what needed to be done. 

Heavens, he must be so tired, so unappreciated. Even if his methods seem to have calmed since the start, reports on him still labeled him as more violent than the rest of the Bats, treated him as more of a threat and a borderline villain at times. Like he was a ticking time-bomb. 

A frown twisted your mouth, disappointment setting in that others couldn’t see how wonderful your vigilante was. The shift to determination was easy, you’d just have to show him how appreciated he was. 

Jason woke up in darkness, disorienting him until his eyes adjusted to the surroundings. The weight of the comforter on him as familiar as the plushness of the pillow, your scent wrapped around him more fully than the blankets. 

He turned his head to the walls, pictures and posters of the things you love adorning them. A soft smile graced his lips, he was in your room, he was okay, he was safe. His eyes trailed along to the window, wanting to peek out and gauge the time of day. He was met with confusion as he saw a blanket pinned to the wall over it, blocking out most all the light. 

Jason lingered on the detail only a moment more before he sat up. He was in your room, where were you? He stretched as he stood, making his way out of the dark room and further into your apartment. The soft tones of you singing led him easily to you in the kitchen. 

“Good evening, sleepyhead.” You greeted over your shoulder, hands in the sink as you washed dishes, your tone was playful, but there was a glint in your eye he couldn’t quite place. 

“It’s evening?” His eyes flitted to the clock on the microwave, just after 6 pm. “Wasn’t sure with the makeshift blackout curtain.” He raised a brow. 

You looked away, but Jason came closer, spotting the blush on your cheeks. 

“I just wanted to make sure you were able to rest properly; my curtains didn’t make it dark enough.”  

The words came out sweet and simple. An easy care in them that had Jason’s cheeks reddening too. Your thoughtfulness never failed to make him flustered, knocking him giddy and disbelieving of what he’d done to deserve you.    

“Dinner will be done soon, too.” Jason recognized an out when he saw one, you were giving him the room not to reply directly to being taken care of, he appreciated it. 

He stepped closer, arms wrapping around your waist and leaning his head onto your shoulder.  

“Thank you.” It was weighted with everything he could be grateful for. When you let him in this morning and put him to bed, when you chose to care for him instead of making him feel like shit for leaving you, you cooking for him now and continuing to be kind. 

“Anything for you.” As you settled back into him, leaning your weight on him, Jason had no idea how deep that promise would run. 

It’d been a month since you’d discovered Jason’s secret. A month of showing him extra kindness, understanding, and appreciation. You were content to wait to talk about his vigilantism with him until he was comfortable sharing with you. You were letting your actions speak louder than your words anyhow.  

Making sure to give him praise on his character whenever he was around. 

“You have such a beautiful heart, Jay.” Said with a sincerity that threatened tears in the right moment. 

“Your mind is incredible, you’re so intelligent.” Said with an awe that spoke of true wonder. 

“You’re such a good man, Jason.” A promise, a vow of the truth the statement held for you. 

Making sure to care for him through blankets draped over him in his vulnerable states, enveloping him in the softness the outside world never would.  

Making sure to keep him well fed, showing your love through recipes passed down and long since mastered by your family. 

The final action that spoke of your empathy though was one utilized when Jason wasn’t around. You were helping cover for him. Disappearances made around your friends were easy for you to excuse. When he gave you an apologetic kiss and uttered to the group an “it’s work, I’m sorry,” you’d follow up with “he has a highly demanding job, I’m so impressed by how much of himself he gives.” Your confidence and understanding kept people’s opinions of him high, your appreciation seeping into the roots of their minds the more you spoke tenderly of him; to help people see him as you saw him. 

All in all, it’d been a great month of loving your boyfriend. 

Jason was going to burst. Anxiety filling him to the seams as he came to terms with what he’d need to do. He had to confront your relationship problems. Trying to figure out when all this good would be ripped away was eating at him like termites in the wooden home of his brain. 

All the praise, the home cooked meals, the soft blankets and somehow even softer greetings. The gentleness of your touch, like you thought he deserved to be held as something delicate. It was all too good to be true.  

Something had to be wrong. This was the calm before some sort of storm. Overcompensation for how badly you wished to break up, maybe. Jason couldn’t fathom another explanation for why you’d be treating him like this. Like something precious. 

The cruelty of whatever joke this was had self-doubt eating him alive. Itching beneath his skin and clawing its way out of him. 

“What’s wrong with us?” Jason blurted one night, watching you make a pot pie crust from scratch, you’d been prepping dinner for at least an hour and a half while he simmered and stewed with anxiety. His eyes were locked on your hands, covered in flour and dough as you pressed the crust into your desired shape. 

“I mean we’re a little strange as people, but I wouldn’t say anything otherwise.” Your lighthearted tone, still focused on the diligent work at your hands, did nothing to ease his worries. 

“No. What’s wrong?”  

The plea in his voice had you turning to look at him. His eyes were swimming with desperation; a broken shine to them that made you frown in concern. 

“Jay? What’s this about? I don’t think anything’s wrong, but I don’t believe you’d ask unless you thought there was.” Your hands were rinsed and wiped on a dish towel as you stepped closer to him and there it was again, that empathetic lilt to your being that made him feel so undeserving. 

The anxiety in his skin bubbled, a cauldron overflowing and exceeding containment, spilling over until no more was left inside. Every ounce of fear and worry splashed around him, rolling out in waves. 

“I don’t deserve this.” Rushed words, a harsh admission in light of your softness. 

“What do you mean?” Jason took a step back as you took one closer, he couldn’t let you touch him right now. Not when you’d slip in his mess and get swept away by the current, never to be seen again. You paused before moving back half a step, Jason found himself simultaneously weighed down by guilt and able to breathe easier. 

“I don’t... This is all too nice. You are too nice. All this care and consideration, it’s wasted on me. Why are you being so fucking good to me?” His hand flew into his hair, tugging at the strands as he tried to let the pain ground him enough to suck in a deep breath. 

“Jay, baby. You deserve all the good the world has to offer.” 

“I DON’T! How can that possibly be true? The things I’ve done, the people I’ve hurt. You don’t know. That’s how you can be so fucking kind to me, because you don’t know what I’m hiding.” 

You nodded, seemingly undeterred by the panic Jason knew he was getting lost in. 

“Okay. So, tell me? I bet you I can still find kindness to give no matter what secrets may unfold.” 

That gave him pause. If anyone could look past what he’d done, it probably would be you. Hell, his family had forgiven and accepted him, and you hadn’t been through an eighth of the shit he put them through.  

“I’m. I’ve hurt people. I’ve done some ugly things, some I’m not proud of and worse, some that I am. Are you sure you want to know?” He needed to hear you choose this, choose him, his truth. 

“Tell me. Please.” It sounded more reassuring than afraid. 

“I’m the Red Hood.” As the words left Jason’s lips, he looked down to the floor. He couldn’t face the look in your eyes yet, the horror that he might find in them. The disappointment as you realized your boyfriend was a murderer. 

“Thank you for telling me.” That... didn’t sound horrified? It was almost... daresay, proud? 

Jason hesitantly lifted his gaze to your form, watching you turn back around, fingers dancing as they always did when you considered the next step in your cooking, a soothing hum befalling your lips. 

“That’s it?” That couldn’t possibly be the only reaction you had. He was expecting tears and anger and distrust. Even the worst case, being kicked out and never spoken to again, losing you entirely in the wake of this revelation. 

You faced him again and Jason stilled as he saw the peaceful look on your face, posture relaxed and no less welcoming than it’d been before. With the light hitting just right, there was an air of relief as well. It was as though nothing had changed. As though this information... wasn’t... new... 

Oh. 

“You knew.” Not a question, a fact. 

He watched as a guilty smile graced your lips, your legs shuffling where you stood and a breath of nervous laughter left your mouth. 

“Maybe a little.” The admission felt both damning and relieving. 

“I- What? How?” 

“Maybe we sit down for this one? I get the feeling your emotions are awfully overwhelming right now.” You started to walk to the living room, making grabby hands behind you to get him to follow. Jason’s lips upturned at the cute habit, steps aligning with yours as he geared up for this conversation. 

You placed yourself on one end of the couch, giving Jason the option of space if he still needed. He sat further than when he joined you for comfort, but within arm’s reach which was progress from the kitchen. You took a deep breath and began to explain. 

“Okay, so it was about a month ago, when you got injured by the mustard gun. You came over the morning after, exhausted and worried about me, which just had me worrying about you, so I got to more thinking than usual, and it started to connect.” 

“The way you frequently disappear at night and leave our plans, the injuries you end up with and the lack of explanation you tend to have for them. I thought for a minute that you were being abused at work. I suppose I wasn’t exactly wrong.” The laugh that left your lips came with a disbelieving head shake. 

“I started looking deeper into the vigilantes of Gotham, well, just Red Hood. He was the only one I needed to look at that morning. Once I had pictures, it was all too easy to recognize the man I love. I could recognize you anywhere. I could recognize you by touch alone, by smell; I would know you blind, by the way your breaths came, and your feet struck the earth. I would know you in death, at the end of the world.” 

You watched Jason’s eyes light up, some of his anxiety melting away at the familiar quote from a book you knew he favored despite the tears it’d brought you both.  

“You don’t have a problem with that though? My identity? The crimes I commit, the lives I’ve taken, the families I’ve destroyed.” His voice trailed off at the end, quieter as shame clouded his gaze. Beneath it there was a desperation that screamed of a little boy’s fear. A young one’s need to be accepted with open arms and loved unconditionally. 

“Jason, my love. You’re a hero. You have done more to save this city than I’m sure anyone gives you credit for. I don’t have a single problem with what you do nor what you’ve done to look out for our city, our home. You’ve been cleaning up in the ways you felt were needed. How could I fault you for that?” Your eyes locked with his, hands coming up to cup his face and reaffirm how genuine your words were. 

“I love you. I love what you stand for. I appreciate you. I appreciate everything you do, everything you are, and everything you will ever be.” You promised.   

For a moment, Jason sat frozen, looking at you as though his whole world view was changing before his eyes. Given his earlier insecurities, it very well may have been. 

“Why didn’t you tell me that you knew?” A whispered curiosity uttered after moments of silence. 

“I was waiting until you were ready. It wasn’t my secret to force out of you. I figured you’d share eventually, and until then I just wanted to care for you. I wanted someone to show you some damn appreciation, and I was more than content with that being me. That’s why I’ve been doing more for you, because you deserve it with all the hard work you do to clean this city up and keep her safe.” Your thumb stroked over his cheekbone, your touch matching the ease of your words. 

Your head tilted slightly; lips downturned as you continued to speak. “I’m sorry my behavior left you so uneasy, it was never my intent for my compassion to scare you.”  

In the seconds of quiet after, your heart rate picked up, this was going to be it huh? The moment when yet another partner confessed you were “too much.” That your affections were overbearing, your intensity frightening and something they weren’t willing to match. That it’d be better if this ended. 

You’d accept Jason’s will if it were the case. You’d let your heart be sliced open, bleeding out from every cut so long as it would make him happy.  

You moved to pull your hands from his face, feeling as though your permission was already being revoked. He caught them with his own, holding them sweetly. 

“It wasn’t that it scared me. You could never scare me. It was that... It felt far too good to be true. I have a hard time believing that good things can happen to me without being ripped away.” Jason’s admission made your heart ache, longing for him to receive only the best from the world and to know that he deserved it. 

“Jay...” He released hold of you to briefly put one hand up, asking you silently to wait a moment before speaking. When you kept quiet, he returned to his full hold on you. The light grip reassuring and soothing while you anticipated his next words. 

“Sweetheart, you are the best thing that has happened to me in this and any lifetime. I am terrified of losing you, that’s what I’m scared of. I don’t want you to be ripped away like so many things I’ve tried to love before, and I don’t want you to leave. I fear that I would not survive a world where I no longer had you in my life. That’s where my panic came from, that’s why I was afraid to reveal my identity. I didn’t want to lose you.” Vulnerable eyes turned down to look at your combined hands. The feeling of his thumbs soothing over your skin providing as much assurance as his words. 

You waited a handful of extra breaths to see if he had more to say, but it seemed no further words were making themselves known. 

“You are the love of all my lives, Jason Todd. I’ll be here for as long as you let me.”  

“That could be a long time, ya know?” 

“I’m counting on it.” 

Snuggled against Jason’s chest on the couch, dinner long since forgotten, a thought came to mind. 

“So, you’re the Red Hood.”  

“We’ve covered that, yes.” 

You gave him a light nudge with your shoulder. “Hush.”  

A brief chuckle before his lips pressed atop your head. 

“So, you’re Red Hood. I know you work closely with the rest of the Bats, and you wouldn’t work closely with people you didn’t trust, not on this. You only trust a handful of people beyond me, and I know I’m not a vigilante. Since you’re all Gotham based, they must be around here too. The only people in the state that you trust are your family. Ergo, the rest of the Bats are the other Waynes, no?”  

“And they call Batman the “world’s greatest detective.” 

“Holy crap, that means they call Bruce that. Brucie Wayne the greatest detective. Oh my god.” You sat up, turning to face him with excitement. 

“Hang on, I didn’t confirm your theory.” 

“You didn’t deny it either!” Your finger pointed in his face, Jason leaning in to nip at it and making you both laugh. 

“Don’t distract me! I’m totally right!”  

“No comment.” 

You leaned over to reach for your phone on the coffee table, Jason gripping your free arm to keep you from toppling over in your excitement. You smiled appreciatively at him before doing an image search on Gotham’s vigilantes. Looking closely at the pictures with what you knew only solidified your belief that much further. 

“Would you... want to meet them?” 

Your gaze snapped from the phone to look at Jason’s face, a nervous smile graced his lips, and his eye contact wavered as he waited for you to process. 

“You want me to meet the Bats?” A light test of the waters, dipping your toe in. 

“I want you to meet my family.” A hand taking yours, pulling you further in with a promise of security. 

“Same thing.” A grin born of playfulness and safety.  

“I’d love nothing more, Jay.” Left your lips whispered, excitement so encapsulating that it need be forced into something serene lest it overtake your entire being. Jason nodded, like he understood how deeply you were feeling before pulling you into a kiss. The unspoken words the kiss provided promised that he did, in fact, understand.  

And the deeper the kiss found itself, the more it felt like an oath he always would. 

[xoxo-sincerely-me]

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚,

𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄!𝑽𝒊.

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆…

Meeting mechanic!Vi when she changes your flat tire for you in a grocery store parking lot at midnight, she rolls up beside you on her bike decked out in leather.

꩜mechanic!Vi who teases you for not learning / knowing how to do this

꩜mechanic!Vi she knows she looks good and is most definitely flexing just for you

꩜mechanic!Vi flirts shamelessly with you hyper-aware that you are watching her

꩜mechanic!Vi who takes off her leather jacket and hands it to you despite the chill in the night air

꩜mechanic!Vi who is wearing a white vest top underneath that hugs her perfectly leaving nothing to the imagination, her pierced nipples visible through the thin fabric

꩜mechanic!Vi who wipes the dirt on her hands of on her shirt as she works

꩜mechanic!Vi who offers to teach you about cars at a more appropriate time

꩜mechanic!Vi who refuses to be payed, but asks you out instead, writing her number in sharpie on your hand like a cheesy rom-com

꩜mechanic!Vi who gets close enough to tell that smells like an intoxicating mixture sweat, whiskey and cherries

꩜mechanic!Vi who winks as she leaves, forgetting her jacket with you

꩜mechanic!Vi who’s thighs stretch her pants obscenely as she straddles her bike and dons her helmet

꩜mechanic!Vi who mimes at you to call her as she speeds off into the night

꩜mechanic!Vi who thinks about you all the way home

꩜mechanic!Vi is reminded the next morning that she left her jacket with you

꩜mechanic!Vi who waits all day for a text or call, heart swooping every time she gets a notification

꩜mechanic!Vi who gets teased all day by Jayce because of how distracted she is

I think this is part one of (likely) many

I am a Vi smells like cherries truther

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐

𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒎𝒆

[winniewritesstories]

thinking about....soldier boy (ben) with a doe-coded reader ⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆.

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ all sfw | can be read as gn!reader ⋆˚｡⋆౨ৎ

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⟡ you're a supe with the power to communicate with animals

⟡ you live in the woods near a small rural town, in the new england area. most people leave you alone - your supe powers aren't the most useful for vought. the locals think you're some kind of witch or woodland nymph and give you space, too

⟡ your little cottage is always full of animals, both domestic and wild. deer, foxes, sparrows on your lawn, cats that come and go, rescued dogs of all sizes lounging on your porch.

⟡ butcher & the boys need your help with finding the deep, hoping you can communicate with sea creatures (you've never tried before) to find him and help then track down homelander

⟡ ben is dragged along against his will, grumbling the whole drive there. when they pull up to your cottage, wisteria growing around the doorway, rose bushes with bees buzzing around, he rolls his eyes.

⟡ the front door opens, and there you stand, wearing a little blue or pink or yellow dress, a small kitten hanging out in the pocket of your apron, no shoes on

⟡ you don't ask who they are or why they're there; you just give them a beautiful big smile and greet them, half a dozen dogs following you out the house

⟡ ben has never seen anything so perfect and pure in all his life

⟡ you invite them inside, make tea and serve it with biscuits you just made. there's a robin living in your lounge and what looks like a domesticated mountain lion laying on the bottom step, eying your guests warily

⟡ you listen intently to butcher, wide eyes blinking earnestly, lips slightly parted, and ben just watches you the entire time, taking you in...

⟡ your cheeks, freckled from spending so much time in the sun; the way animals of all shapes and sizes flock to you for safety and comfort; how you're always padding around your home or garden or nearby forest barefoot, curling your toes into the grass. the way you tend your garden, picking flowers to weave into your hair, greeting the bumble bees, making polite conversation with passing crows. the soft tunes you hum or whistle, or the way you sing softly to yourself and your animals as you go about your day

⟡ ben is a goner. practically drooling at how pretty and soft and innocent you are.

⟡ he's obsessed with you after that first meeting, basically following you around like another dog. if you weren't so gentle and affectionate with everyone and everything, you might find it creepy or unnerving or irritating

⟡ but you don't mind him at all, finding his company nice and his attentiveness endearing (he's not the first wild animal you've tamed, after all)

⟡ he basically never uses your name, resorting to any one of a hundred nicknames - princess, dolly, fawn, sweet girl, kitten, pretty girl, my love, little dove

⟡ as you get more comfortable with each other, he'd lay his head in your lap by the fire or under the warm afternoon sun, and you'd scratch his head, playing gently with his hair

⟡ the first time he hears you giggle he actually melts, his heart thawing at the sound, wishing he could bottle it and replay it forever and ever.

⟡ when it gets cold and you wrap yourself in a soft sweater which is too big for you, sleeves covering your hands and he wants to wrap you up and whisk you somewhere warm (although he secretly loves the cold now, getting to hold you close - 'here, dolly, i'll warm you up', he says, pulling you back to sit in his lap, big, strong arms wrapped around you)

⟡ you don't get angry or upset often, but when you do ben thinks it's the most adorable thing ever, the way you huff and pout and stomp around lightly, whining at ben 'don't be mean' and he melts and kisses your nose and says 'i'm sorry, princess', because he can't be teasing or angry with you when you look so sweet

⟡ he finds himself talking to the animals the way he'd seen you do, even if he couldn't understand them. one morning he's sat on the porch, watching you pick vegetables, and he starts talking to the dogs by his feet about the weather and wonders if he's finally cracked

⟡ he basically becomes another feral dog that you tame and becomes an added guard dog to your already large pack. growls at people in the street if they bump your shoulder, stares down frenchie and butcher when they visit, and if he had a tail it'd definitely wag every time he looked at you

⟡ learns how to make tea just the way you like it

⟡ loves, loves, loves to make you blush, watch you get shy and flustered over the silliest little things. drives him mad the way you bite your lip, looking down at your feet or fiddling with your hands, cheeks flushed pink

⟡ never considered himself an animal guy before, but now he befriends all kinds of creatures, thinks twice about buying leather or wool, and even brings home a stray cat he found in a dumpster once

⟡ your favourite love language is physical touch, and you absolutely adore showering ben with affection; butterfly kisses, nose kisses, pressing your forehead against his. sometimes you'll be lay under a willow tree or in bed, and you get all smiley and giggly and plant kisses all over ben's face, shoulders, chest, anywhere you can reach. as you sit back, face flush, hair tousled, slightly breathless with a giddy smile, ben's heart twists almost painfully in his chest, realising how much he loves you and how much that scares him

⟡ he secretly loves the fact he can be gentle and laid back with you, dare i say soft. after a lifetime of fighting, he likes to unwind with you and your animals, and you make him feel much more human. you don't want to use or abuse him, don't need him to be soldier boy, or a hero, don't need him to be anything other than just ben

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thank you for reading!! first little h/c set like this, please let me know if you like it!! ᡣ𐭩

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[aventurineswife]

Imagine jiaoqiu with a sweet and soft wife whos also blind and she teaches himlike howt to like navigate around and gives him tips n stuff

A Heart That Sees Beyond Sight

Summary: Jiaoqiu has lost his sight due to a sacrifice made on the battlefield. Struggling with the emotional weight of war and his own blindness, he is gently guided by his wife, a soft-spoken and compassionate woman who is also blind. As she helps him navigate the world around him, she teaches him not just how to see the path, but also how to heal his heart. Together, they find solace in each other’s presence, learning that healing goes beyond the body and into the soul.

Tags: Jiaoqiu x Female!Reader, Comfort, Blindness, Healing, Romance, Slow Burn, Emotional Healing, Soft!Reader, Soft!Jiaoqiu, Touch Therapy.

Warnings: Mentions of war and trauma, Emotional struggles with loss, Blindness (for both characters), Mild angst.

The scent of herbs filled the air, a familiar, soothing fragrance that brought comfort to Jiaoqiu’s heart. He sat at the wooden table, fingers tracing the delicate patterns etched into the surface, his thoughts drifting like the soft breeze outside the window. He had always been a healer, a man who had spent countless hours tending to the wounds of others, but now, as he sat in the quiet of his study, his heart carried its own invisible scars.

He had lost so much, not just in body but in spirit, and the burden was heavier with each passing day. He had once been known for his gentle hands, guiding others back to health through alchemy and food-based medicine, but now… his hands trembled more often, his mind clouded with the weight of endless war. And though his eyes had grown blind from a sacrifice made in battle, it wasn’t just his sight that had faded—it was his belief in the world’s goodness.

It was during this time of sorrow that he had met you.

Soft-spoken, yet infinitely kind, you had come into his life at a time when his world was shrouded in darkness. You, too, were blind, a rare and beautiful soul who had endured your own share of trials. Yet, instead of turning inward, you had turned outward, offering the light that burned within you to others, including him. And he… well, he had never known anyone like you before.

The door to the study creaked open, and the sound of your soft footsteps approached. You always moved with such grace, so attuned to the world around you, even in the absence of sight. Your voice, gentle and filled with warmth, broke the silence.

“Jiaoqiu?” you called, the tender note in your voice pulling him from his thoughts.

He smiled, a small, bittersweet thing. He had never known peace like this—peace in your presence. The world, so dark and uncertain, felt a little bit lighter when you were near.

“I’m here, my love,” he replied, the calmness of his voice belying the turmoil that sometimes roiled inside him. “What is it?”

You leaned down beside him, your fingers brushing his hand gently. His pulse quickened, the sensation of your touch always bringing a sense of comfort, even in moments of confusion. Your hand was warm, a reminder that there was still warmth in the world, even in his own shadowed existence.

“I thought we could practice again,” you suggested. “The path through the garden… I’ve been working on something to help you.”

He frowned slightly, feeling the familiar flicker of guilt rise in his chest. You were always so patient, always so caring, yet the idea of relying on you… He wasn’t sure if he deserved that kind of tenderness.

“I don’t want to burden you,” he murmured.

“You’re not a burden,” you assured him, your voice filled with the unshakable certainty that always grounded him. “You’ve taught me so much in our time together. Let me teach you now.”

His eyes, dull and unfocused, seemed to sharpen in the direction of your voice, a flicker of hope behind his once-empty gaze. Though his world remained silent and still, your presence was a beacon in the darkness. He knew he was lucky, perhaps more than he deserved, to have someone like you by his side.

He took your offered hand, allowing you to guide him as you had so many times before. The path to the garden was well-worn, but navigating it still felt like a foreign dance to him. His steps were hesitant at first, uncertain of the way, but your voice came to him like a soft breeze.

“Step forward… just a little… yes, that’s it.” Your encouragement was as gentle as the touch of your fingers, guiding him with a precision that surprised him every time.

“Turn slightly to your left,” you continued, your hand still in his, leading him with a care that he could feel even in his bones. “Can you feel the edge of the stone bench?”

He nodded slowly, his fingers brushing against the cool surface of the stone, the sensation grounding him. It was amazing how much you could teach him with so little. Though he couldn’t see, he could feel your movements, your presence—the subtle shifts in your body language, the rise and fall of your breath. It was as if you were teaching him a language all his own, one he hadn’t yet mastered but longed to understand.

“Let’s pause here for a moment,” you said, guiding him to sit beside the bench. The sound of your voice, soft and encouraging, made his chest tighten in a way that was both comforting and painful. You didn’t see the flaws in him, the wounds he carried, the scars that marred his soul. To you, he was simply Jiaoqiu, the man you loved.

He closed his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips. “Sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever be whole again,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “The battlefield, the poison… It feels like I’ve lost more than just my sight.”

You were silent for a moment, your hand resting gently over his as if to reassure him. “Healing isn’t just about mending what’s broken,” you said softly. “Sometimes, it’s about learning to accept the cracks and finding new ways to see the world, even without sight.”

His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if you were speaking about his blindness or his soul. Maybe both.

“How do you do it?” he asked, voice trembling slightly. “How do you find peace in all the chaos?”

You smiled, and though he couldn’t see it, he could hear it in the warmth of your voice. “I don’t know if I’ve found peace,” you admitted. “But I know that every day, you help me find it, just by being you.”

Jiaoqiu’s heart ached, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt a glimmer of light. It was faint, fragile, but it was there.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

“No,” you corrected gently. “You deserve more than you’ll ever know. And I’ll spend my life helping you find it.”

With that, you stood, helping him rise to his feet. Together, you walked through the garden, your hand never leaving his, guiding him forward. Even though his world was still wrapped in shadows, he found himself walking toward something brighter—not with sight, but with you.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

[strnilolover]

INTRODUCING . . . DEALER!CHRIS AND SOFT!READER

⋆⭒˚.⋆ ‘HOTEL’ - Montell Fish ⋆⭒˚.⋆

⭑ DEALER!CHRIS . . . silver chains and bracelets. black shirts and denim jeans. backwards hats. protective. confident. dealer. doesn't touch the drugs he deals much. rap and R&B music. absolute sweetheart to soft!reader. always driving somewhere. loves to spoil soft!reader when he can. casual dominance. reassuring words. ‘UNFORGETTABLE’ - French Montana

⭑ SOFT!READER . . . rose gold jewelry. soft colors and neutrals. sweatpants and soft shirts. dolls up for occasions. natural makeup. soft blankets and bunny stuffed animals. pop and R&B music. passenger princess for life. reading and drawing. small bows to match her tops. glasses. reserved but talkative. biggest sweetheart ever. everyone calls her bee. 'IVY' - Frank Ocean

a/n : BIG BIG THANKS TO @sturniqloo FOR HELPING ME. if it wasn’t for her this idea or au probably would’ve never happened on my blog lmaoo. i guess you can say we’re technically collabing on this cause she helped me <3

⋆⭒˚.⋆ AU MASTERLIST ⋆⭒˚.⋆

[luvcozy]

Warring States Era!Madara X Blind! Soft! Angel! Wife! Reader

@opheliasadventures1 :- Requested

Warnings :- Mentions of War, mentions blood, death, established relationship, protective Madara, Madara, AFAB reader, fem reader, no mention or use of y/n, some mundane life things(?)

🔥 He would have your arm linked with his or just linking pinkies with you, that's not because he was awkward about your affection

🔥 The partial pride of his life in his early years back in the past the other half being his achievements

🔥 On the more relaxed and docile days it was you two taking walks, having tea, making dinner, gossiping to say the least as well

🔥 He just either wouldn't mind the casual display or something just more subtle, theirs no in-between either, either he wants all the affection he can take or little to almost none of it

🔥 But that's only around places that you're familiar with, also with making tea at times he's home- it makes his hair stand up like the fur in a cats back when your handling the hot kettle not him trying to be nice but also pushy about being able to do it

🔥 His little brother Izuna was surprised the first time he met you

🔥 He was invited over for dinner after his training and from all the times his big brother spoke of you- he never said you were blind!

🔥 Not that he cares or anything no- he loves you! You're beyond kind and sweet with him and you seem to balance out Madara pretty well

🔥 It was His father that was a different story...

🔥 The first time he met you, well let's just say it went with you and Madara leaving not too long after arriving

🔥 You didn't understand, did you do something wrong? Did you offend him? But Madara didn't let those thoughts wander long, drawing you out of them with a kiss to your cheek

🔥 His father was just a prick, making silent comments to him the entire time when you weren't close to him

🔥 How he should pick someone more capable than you were, pointing out directly how you, an Uchiha, one that was like a defect in his father's eyes, were born blind

🔥 It boils his blood and his mood is pretty much sour for the rest of the night, but he's a lot more affectionate the entire time

🔥 Not letting you out of his sight the whole time and not being but a few feet away from you, you could sense it all

🔥 So yeah, his father won't really come around to liking you anytime in the future

🔥 While that experience alone is a hard one, he's dealt with harder, both in the past and in current times

🔥 They were in active war afterall

🔥 So days, nights, noons, late at night, no matter how quiet he tried to be, you could always hear him stumbling over things for refusing to head to the medics first

🔥 Meaning it's you that's the one healing his wounds when he comes home

🔥 He's thankful that you can't see the blood and don't touch it, he's prideful in the battlefield and shows no shame, but you, his wife, he didn't want you to touch what was probably his or someone else's blood

🔥 Even with no chakra in your body, no visual prowess, you had the most skilled healing he's ever witnessed and felt

🔥 He's brought it up a few times with you but he never got a clear answer on any of the questions, so he's left puzzled

🔥 Even if it's not said he knows, maybe not wholly but he knows, so do you

🔥 It makes you giggle every time you catch him muttering so random things pointed at the secret or his late night left rambling when he thought you were asleep

🔥 You know you'll tell him, he knows it too, but it's the waiting game about it that annoys him with your soft teasing the most, he loves it

[brrwat]

teasing!r. ghost simon ⋆ needy!reader ෆ

dumbification , breeding , edging .

. . . . .

you're so easy .

a kiss to your throat or a palm between your thighs and you're shaking — wide eyes , raw lips , hips chasing friction .

" didn't know i bought home such a needy little thing . " simon muses coyly .

one large hand is on your hip to keep you still , the other toying with your swelling clit , just enough for your thighs to tremble .

then , he stops .

" oh you were so close , weren't you ? what a shame . "

simon gets you right to the edge , again and again , makes you beg for it .

" please , " soft voice , cracked moans , barely able to form a sentence .

he snorts , " that's not begging , you want to cum or not ? "

you nod and he grabs your face , squishing your jaw . " words . "

" yes , yes please . " you plead .

simon grins . " so desperate . what'd you do before me huh ? lay in bed crying for it ? "

tears slide down your cheeks . "simon ."

" such a greedy , little cunt . "

you garble , head going limp and simon practically cackles .

he moves his fingers , shoving them between puffed lips and swallowing like a man starved before he even pulls his cock out .

" you gonna take me raw like this ?"

you pant out an eager 'yes' and simon's gaze darkens . " sweet girl . "

as he drags you down onto him , he leans in , dirty words whispered against your throat .

" this is the only cock you'll ever need ." he bites , and you agree .

he pounds into you , watching your arch , your tears ; " haven't told me to stop ," he mutters smugly .

" don't stop ."

he didn't plan on it , instead , he presses his mouth to yours , devours your raw , swollen lips as he finishes inside you .

" gonna stop being needy now , or do i have to keep you filled for you to behave ?"

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© , masterlist coming soon .

[necrobunni]

Misunderstood

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader

Summary: you have a resting bitch face that gets misread by aliens and royalty, but the Doctor finds it endearing.

"You glared at a prince," the Doctor says, wide-eyed with something suspiciously close to glee.

You kick off your boots near the TARDIS door and roll your eyes. "I wasn’t glaring. That’s just my face."

"Your face," he repeats, following you toward the console room, "apparently sparked a minor diplomatic crisis. He thought you were about to assassinate him with your eyebrows."

You huff, folding your arms. “That’s not fair. I said 'hello.' Politely.”

"You said 'hello' like it was a threat."

“I said it warmly!”

“You said it warmly for you," he teases, flashing that brilliant grin. "Which, don’t get me wrong—I think it’s fantastic. But he looked like he was about to dive under the table."

You shrug. “He compared me to a carnivorous plant. Maybe I flinched first.”

The Doctor chuckles, something soft and fond under the laughter. “You did. But your flinch looks like you’re planning an invasion.”

He stops right in front of you, hands in his pockets, studying you like you're some rare and marvelous thing. “I think it’s brilliant, you know. All that sharpness on the outside, but underneath, you’re..." His voice trails off a little, like he's almost embarrassed. "You’re bloody wonderful."

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Terrifying?”

He shrugs. “Maybe to everyone else. Not to me. I’ve seen you patch up a dying alien and then offer them a biscuit like it was nothing.”

You shift your weight, feeling that familiar twinge of shyness creep up under his steady gaze.

“I just don’t like being underestimated,” you mutter.

The Doctor’s smile softens, something quieter now, something just for you. “And you’re not. Not by me. Prince Flinchington will live.”

You snort. “You made that up.”

He beams. “Course I did. Sounds proper, though, doesn’t it?"

He extends an arm to you with a ridiculous flourish, like he's inviting you to dance in some grand ballroom instead of leading you back into whatever chaos the universe has next.

"Come on, my fierce little miracle," he says with a wink. "Let's go scare a few more monarchs, shall we?"

You roll your eyes—but you take his arm anyway, deadpan as ever. “Let me get my ‘hello’ face ready.”

[hyperfixiation-station]

🥺 hi. I get so anxious asking for requests. So I’m sorry if it’s weird. But could I please please Pleaseee get a ghost x fem reader. Hurt to comfort. They were on a mission and she’s there for medic help. Not even to fight. But she got taken by the bad guys. And she gets tortured for information that she doesn’t have. And they play mind games with her. Making her think that they will never come rescue her. They really fully break her body and break her mind by the end of it. But before she thinks she’s about to finally die, Ghost and the others come and save her. And it’s about how the only person she feels safe with after all that is ghost and just him helping her heal and get back to the woman she was before all this. I want it to hurt my soul. 😭 but then there’s hope at the end of it bc they have each other.

My Heart Will Go On

Don't be, I love when people ask me things, and I looooved this request so much!!! I too like to torturehave fun with my OC's :)

TW: Blood, torture, manipulation

Pairing: GhostxReader

Part 2

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It wasn’t supposed to happen at all, actually. It was just another mission, another day on the job. You went out with the boys as usual, their assigned medic as theyghost refused to work with anybody else. You weren’t sure why. Maybe it was your soft demeanor, your gentle touch, the way you never judged himthem for anything hethey did. But whatever it was, they liked you, and so with them you went.

You hung back at the evac point, also as usual. Sitting in the truck, first aid kit on your lap, a comm in your ear as you listened to your boys and made sure they were all okay. It was a tense fight, gunshots and pained grunting filling your headset. You were on edge, rocking back and forth as you listened for your que to come in. In fact, you were so focused on the comms that you didn’t even notice the danger you were in until it was too late.

Your first cue something was wrong was when the comms went silent. The sounds of battle filled your ears for hours before getting cut off abruptly. Your hand shot to the comm link, fiddling with it as you frantically tried to reconnect, worried something was wrong.

“Ghost, do you copy?”

“Ghost?”

“Price?”

“Gaz?”

“Can you hear me??” Your voice got more and more panicked as you got no response. You yanked the headset off and shrugged your vest on, kit in hand as you slid out of the truck.

Your second clue something was wrong was when you looked up to see the barrel of a gun pointed directly at your face. You didn't even have time to ask ‘what’ before everything went dark.

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“Hello, princesa.” You blink hard as the blindfold is removed from your eyes. The light is blinding, the splitting headache you got from being pistol whipped only intensifying under the harsh lights.

“Who are you?” You manage after a moment, eyes slowly focusing on the man in front of you. He is large, easily over six foot, and built like an absolute unit. His face is covered by a black balaclava, though his scarred, tattooed forearms are on display.

“Don’t play stupid with me.” His voice is deep and smooth, and if you weren’t in the situation you are in you would have asked him to keep talking.

“‘M not! I don't-"

“Don’t lie to me Princesa. I don’t like liars.” A shiver runs down your spine as his tone darkens.

“But I��m-”

“Ah ah lovie, I am one asking questions here.”

“I wasn’t ask-”

“SHUT UP!” You flinch back at the drastic change in tone, the sound sending bolts of pain through your skull.

“Oh sorry Princesa, did that hurt?” Seriously, you are going to get whiplash from his bi-polar personality, “Forgot you have concussion. Let's get you Advil for that and then we see if you talk, yeah?"

You watch with blurry vision as he leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound sends waves of agony through your pounding head, and by the time you can focus again he's back.

All it takes is one well placed blow to the head, an attempt to get you to pay attention, and you're out like a light.

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“I don’t know anything I swear! Please! I don't know anything!” The sobs tear raggedly out of your throat, already raw from screaming. Your voice is scratchy and broken, but still you can't stop begging.

“I don’t know anything” You sob. Those words, I don’t know, had become your motto over the past few daysweeks(?)

“Oh Princesa. I know.” He croons, running a finger down your bruised face.

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Time was meaningless. Has it been 2 days since you were captured? Two weeks? Months? You don’t know. Your meals come at staggered times, and your captors never come at a routine time. The lights turn on and off at staggered times, nothing in a set pattern, a system created to mess with your mind.

Not that you know that. This wasn’t the kind of life you lived. You were a medic for heaven's sake. Your hands had been built to mend, to fix, to heal. Not to clutch at broken bones, to scratch against cement, to be chained and broken. You arewere a gentle creature, not designed for this world of torture and terror.

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"They no come for you." You moan as the words pound through your skull, nearly unintelligible.

"Wh'...y'say?" You mumble, voice scratchy and broken.

"You're friends, Princesa. They are no coming for you." He sighs and moves next you, prodding your side with his steel-toed boot, "You are replaceable, your skills are easily replicated, they no spend time and resources to find a simple medic."

"They…'ll c'me." You wheeze, refusing to belive that Price, that Gaz, that Soap, that Ghost, would just...leave you.

He laughs in response, digging his toe into your side until your gasping in pain.

"We shall see, Princesa. We shall see."

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You weren’t built for this. Weren’t built to recognize the manipulation, the mind games. Weren’t built to survive the two-face man who was reshaping your brain. The man who was your greatest source of pain, but also your only friend. The man that flayed your flesh open, but soothed and bandaged you when it was all over. This man, who was slowly becoming the only thing you could trust in your unstable world. He may bring you unbearable pain, but he brought you comfort too.

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"That looks bad, Princesa." The man lightly touches the bones sticking out of your forearm. You whine in pain, clutching it to your chest. He chuckles, wiping your blood off on the cell floor.

"Let's get that fixed up, yeah?" His voice is soft, and gentle, and the nicest thing you've heard in a loooong time. His touch is the same, gentle caresses of bruised and broken skin, revolting and appealing at the same time.

Oh, it's utter agony as he sets and stitches your arm with no pain killers. You scream, back arching, lungs heaving, body seizing.

But after? Oh it's heaven. He holds you, cradling you against his warm body, making sure you don't go into shock, telling you you're a good girl, and that you've made him proud. You hate yourself for it, but you can't help but preen at the praise.

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He brings you a calendar. One month. It’s been one month since you got taken.

“It’s been over a month.” He says, a deep voice tinged with pity, “and no sign of your…friends. I’d give up being rescued if I were you, because they clearly have.” You can barely hear him as you stare at the paper in his hands, 31 days marked off with big, bright X’s. 31 days that you have been trapped here. 31 days that your squad…hadn’t come for you. Is he right? Are they really not coming? Did Ghost really give up on you? Are you-

“Ay Princesa, I even did what you asked. I sent your squad pictures and videos that even the greenest tech member could pull some coordinates from, but nothing. It’s like I said. Your ‘friends’ don’t care for you. They are not coming for you. I am your only friend in this place. Tell me, who bandages your wounds, who feeds you, who makes sure your living space is comfortable?”

“Y-you do.” You whisper uncertainty, “But…you also hurt me, don’t you?”

“Oh Princesa, I wouldn’t hurt ya if y’ would just listen. It not torture if you're disobedient. It's just…punishment.” His voice is sickeningly sweet, “And you just back-talked me. Do you remember what happens when you try to give me sass?”

"I get…punished." You mumble, cheeks flushing with shame.

"Obviously, you fucking idiot. I mean how."

"I…you…I have to do affirmations."

"Look at that, y'r gettin' it!"

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"Say it again." He snarls. You sit in front of a mirror, face bruised, bleeding, and swollen.

"I 'm r'pl'c'able, my friends…'re n-no'...c'min'...I 'm no' l'v'ble…I 'm r'pl'c'…able." You whisper for the hundredth time.

"Again."

"I 'm r'pl'c'able, my friends 're no'...c'min'...I 'm no' l'vable, I 'm r'pl'c'…able."

"Again!"

"I 'm r'pl'c'able, my friends 're no'...c'min'...I 'm no' l'vable, I 'm r'pl'c'…able."

He makes you keep going, repeating those 4 sentences until you literally can't make sound anymore, a fact he tests by seeing how much it takes to get you to scream. You pass out before he gets anywhere.

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"Ghost?"

"Simon?"

"Please."

"Why are you not coming for me?"

just FYI if the timing seems disjointed and the speech is wierd, that is intentiweird,

anyways I hope you liked it!!!!

[softlypossessive]

♡･ﾟ𓏸 Ordinary 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Ryomen Sukuna x GN!Reader ♡ Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, possessive behavior, intense internal conflict, mentions of gore (?),  intimidation, psychological tension, cursed domain imagery, emotional whiplash, unhealthy attachment, power imbalance ♡ WC: ~1k ♡ Notes: Just me spiraling at 3am about Sukuna being violently obsessed and absolutely not okay with it. This is unhinged yandere energy with a side of “why the hell do I care about this soft little human???” and I’m not sorry. Part 2 coming soon?

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You are ordinary.

That’s the part that makes it worse.

If you were some grand sorcerer, veins pulsing with cursed energy, he could chalk this up to respect—or at least a worthy rivalry. If you were a scheming little shit, all sharp edges and venom, he could tell himself you’d sunk claws into him through sheer cunning. 

But you’re not. You’re nothing like that. 

You’re soft—too soft—skin unscarred, voice quiet, a fragile little mortal who smiles like the world isn’t a cesspit of blood and rot. You laugh at Yuji’s stupid jokes, look at that pink-haired idiot like he’s some kind of hero, and it makes Sukuna’s gut twist in ways he can’t stand.

He’s Ryomen Sukuna—king of curses, a walking slaughterhouse, a god among worms—and yet here he is, clawing at his own insides, trying to figure out why your existence gnaws at him like a starving dog.

He should crush it.

Crush you.

Rip that warmth out of his chest and grind it into the dirt where it belongs. He’s done worse for less.

But then you glance his way—just once, quick and unthinking, your eyes catching his through Yuji’s borrowed face—and the fury boiling in his bones goes quiet. Not gone, no, never gone—but warm, sickeningly so, like blood pooling under a fresh kill.

Shameful.

Unacceptable.

He wants to tear his own ribs out just to stop it.

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The air shifts, heavy and wrong, like the world’s holding its breath. You blink, and the dim hum of your room melts away. The floor beneath your feet turns cold, slick, like polished stone kissed by damp rot.

Shadows stretch, curling up the walls, and the light twists into something red and bruised, pulsing like a heartbeat.

You’re not where you were.

You’re somewhere else.

A low chuckle rumbles through the space, deep enough to rattle your teeth.

Ahead, the darkness splits, and there he is—Sukuna, not Yuji’s watered-down shell, but the real thing. Four arms flexing, claws gleaming like obsidian, his true form sprawls across a throne of bones, all jagged edges and marrow-stained ivory. His eyes—four of them, crimson and unblinking—lock onto you, and the grin splitting his face is a slash of teeth, too wide, too sharp. The air stinks of iron and ash, thick with the weight of his presence, and your pulse kicks hard despite yourself.

This is his domain. A cursed pocket of reality carved out just for this—just for you. He leans forward, two hands braced on his knees, the other two crossed lazily over his chest, and tilts his head, pink hair spilling like liquid over his shoulders. 

“Well, well,” he drawls, voice a blade dragging across stone, “look what stumbled into my cage. Didn’t think you’d be this bold, little mortal.”

You don’t flinch. Don’t scream. Don’t even step back.

You just stand there, chin up, and ask—calm as if you’re ordering coffee—“What do you want?”

The question hits him like a slap. 

His grin falters, just for a heartbeat, eyes narrowing as if you’ve thrown something sharp at him. 

What does he want? 

He summoned you here to watch you squirm, to see that soft shell of yours shatter under the weight of his malice. He wanted you trembling, wide-eyed, begging for mercy he’d never give. But you’re not. You’re steady, voice even, looking at him like he’s not a nightmare made flesh. And it pisses him off more than he can stomach.

“Want?” he echoes, rising from the throne, each step a slow, deliberate thud that shakes the ground. 

He towers over you, close enough that you feel the heat rolling off him, the faint tang of blood and smoke clinging to his skin. 

“I want to rip that tongue out of your mouth for asking something so fucking stupid.” His claws flex, one hand lifting like he might just do it, but it hovers there, inches from your throat.

 He doesn’t move. Can’t.

You tilt your head, just slightly, and meet his gaze—four burning eyes against your two ordinary ones. 

“Then why don’t you?”

The silence that follows is deafening. 

His hand freezes, claws glinting in the red light, and something flickers in his face—confusion, rage, something uglier he can’t name. Inside, he’s screaming, a howling storm of violence and disgust tearing through him. 

Why doesn’t he? 

He’s gutted men for less, torn women apart for daring to breathe in his direction. You’re nothing—nobody—a speck of dust under his heel. So why is his chest tight, his blood thrumming with something that isn’t hate?

“You’re a disease,” he snarls, voice dropping low, venomous, but his hand falls back to his side, claws curling into a fist. “A weak, pathetic little plague I should’ve stamped out the second I saw you.” 

He steps closer, so close his breath brushes your face, hot and bitter. 

“But you keep looking at me like that—like I won’t—” He cuts off, teeth grinding, and you swear you see his jaw tremble, just for a second.

“Like you won’t what?” you press, soft but steady, and it’s the final crack. 

His control splinters. 

He doesn’t answer—just stares, eyes boring into you, a war raging behind them. He wants to kill you. He wants to touch you. He wants to claw that warmth out of you and keep it for himself, and the contradiction is eating him alive.

The domain trembles, a faint ripple, and then it’s gone. 

You’re back in your room, alone, the bulb flickering overhead like nothing happened. But you feel it—the weight of his gaze lingering, the ghost of his breath on your skin. 

He’s not done with you. 

Not even close.

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[hazelfoureyes]

Cheezus CRISPUS, did you read the other works this past week?! fuuuuck...do...do I wanna fuck Adam now?! no...shh, no. fight the darkness....

Here is this week's schedule heheh

Coven: @fraugwinska @minkdelovely @sugoi-writes @macabr3-barbi3 @synamartia (banners by Syn!)

Masterlist for Kinktober (Thank you Syn!)

Kinktober 2024 - Day 7 - Amen

Lucifer takes the time to properly worship his lover's soft, inviting body.

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「warnings/promises: Lucifer x SoftAFAB!Reader, I don't want to say curvy reader because sometime out body folds not curves, no sex just Luci lavishing reader's curves and softness with kisses, because fuck we don't love them enough, short short short because it was a love letter, little pussy lick just as a treat, I will sing the praises of thick and soft thighs and bellies until you get aroused looking at your own reflection」

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MDNI 🛕🛐

Lucifer always had you start the evening sitting on the bed, because he liked the way your stomach touched your thighs.

What good was existing if he couldn’t indulge in the pleasures of a luxurious body?

He wanted his lips to press into soft flesh. He wanted his hands to roam over bounty and curves. 

Luci began at your feet, so that he could look up at you from a proper place of worship — his knees.

Each foot doted on and caressed, hands sliding up calves that he praised for carrying his love to him. His mouth gave his gratitude up to your thighs. He kept them closed at first, and peppered the skin available with increasingly lingering pecks. His fingertips ghosted over dimpled flesh, evidence you were real and not just a painting of a well kept woman. 

“On your back, please.” He instructed and you followed without hesitation.

He didn’t know where to continue next. He never did. A starved man staring down a banquet — he wanted to grab and touch every part of you until he was sure he was satiated. 

But he had to begin somewhere, so he returned to the comfort of your thighs. With your legs open, he lied on his stomach and brought his mouth back to your body.

His lips parted and he pulled the skin of your inner thigh between them. As he drew closer to your core you could feel his smile sliding up and in.

And when his hungry mouth swiped his tongue between your folds your thighs tightened around his head.

Closing the temple doors on a devotee? He’d call it cruel if he didn’t feel his cock jump against the blanket at the feeling of your heated skin filling in the negative space of his adoration. He’d be happy to die, for the first time, smothered between your legs.

But he moved on, after a quick kiss to your bud. He lifted his head to kiss his way up. Finally, his hands could explore and squeeze the divine shape of you. 

He blanketed your stomach in unseen prayer, words whispered into the beauty of a temple grande and generous in its refuge. 

On a hot day you were his reprieve that let his mind go dull and quiet and exist in the most simple of pleasures; his head on your lap, your hands in his hair. And cold nights were made sweat inducing with his inability to tire of the way you shook and jiggled with every harsh thrust. How could he keep his eyes off of you when even your skin echoed his love?

Luci knew he must not lose focus now,  not yet. The ritual wasn’t done, and he couldn’t truly indulge until he first said grace.

Your breasts were not made for his pleasure or attention but he was grateful you allowed him to give both. His hands were cups you overflowed, inviting in the way you spilled from his palms. To be made too great to be held in even an angel’s hands, flesh and fat and bone that formed in God’s image as they saw fit. Designed by a universe far too vast to see in a single look, much like a figure he could endlessly lose himself in. A body even the king of hell couldn’t adore in a single pass.

He tried his best with his mouth to take you in as he would a round and freckled apple. 

Luci moaned into your chest, leaving marks as he found himself desperate to claim this body for his own. Like every Roman villa had a deity and an altar, he needed to make it clear he had his. A shapeshifting shrine that changed with the whims of his goddess; his lap, his hands, his tongue.

Along your neck he kissed ever soft lines until he reached your chin. 

Now, he was in church. His body resting on yours where his weeping cock now pressed into your gates. 

How many centuries had he watched man recreate such delights in stone, wood, oil, and light? And now here it was; in the flesh. 

He may have forced God to abandon Eden, but he was grateful to find his own safe, personal paradise in you.

Lucifer kissed your cheeks and then your nose. When you smiled, he smiled back. His hands wandered down to grip handfuls of your thighs as his brow rose suggestively.

“Ready to begin?”

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[chelseaknoo]

Alex Browning x soft,girly! reader

Head canons~

Note: I’m not taking requests for final destination this is just for fun, sorry!! Also sorry this isn’t an Eminem fic I just really wanted to exponent with other fandoms!

Warnings: sexual content

He calls you pet names like “angel,” “doll”

You leave little love notes in his jacket pockets: things like "Stop being so cute. It’s distracting." or "Survive today. Kiss me tonight."

When you're doing your ballet stretches, he pretends not to stare, but his ears turn red and he always finds some reason to come "check on you."

You always fix his collar or gently touch his face, like you're constantly in awe he's real. That melts him every time.

He’d steal your headbands just to see you pout and chase him, then he'd tug you into his arms mid-run and kiss you breathless. “Told you it looks better on me.”

He loves kissing you slow and deep, gripping your waist like he’s scared you’ll disappear. He’ll mutter stuff like "You're gonna be the death of me before Death ever gets the chance."

You tease him when he’s serious — brushing your glossy lips over his and pulling away just before he kisses you. But that playful side of you? Drives him wild. He always gets his revenge.

He keeps asking if you’re okay, if you want to stop, if he’s doing it right — you have to gently shush him with a kiss and tug his shirt off.

When he finally gets bold enough to trail his fingers up your thighs under your little lacey skirt? He groans — like, physically groans — when he realizes you’re not wearing anything underneath.

He nearly dies right there. Just folds. "You’re trying to kill me..." he mumbles, wide-eyed and wrecked.

He’s obsessed with your reactions — every moan, every gasp, every time your nails dig into his back or you whisper "right there, baby" makes him melt and move faster.

The moment you straddle him, in your soft pink lingerie or just wearing his shirt? His hands fly to your thighs like muscle memory.

His favorite thing? Kissing you during sex. He needs to stay close. Needs to taste your lip gloss. Needs to feel your sighs against his mouth.

On rainy nights, things get steamy real fast. You both get moody and clingy, curled under a blanket, limbs tangled, breathy whispers shared between long kisses and wandering hands.

He loves when your dramatic lashes flutter against his neck while you kiss down his jaw. It's his weakness — well, you are.

When you look up at him with those big eyes….

He’s addicted to marking you. Hickeys low enough to be hidden under your pretty collars, fingers leaving soft bruises on your waist.

He loves cupping your breasts gently, like he’s savoring the feel of your body in his hands. He’ll thumb over your nipples slowly, fascinated by how they stiffen under his touch. Tongue flicking, lips wrapping around, one hand gripping your hip to keep you still while he sucks gently — and then a little harder when you whimper.

He can get a little possessive — especially when Carter tries to act smug around you. Alex isn’t normally the jealous type…until someone flirts with you. His hand finds your waist a little tighter

After each death, you cry in private and then show up at his house, eyes a little puffy, lip gloss faded, wearing his sweatshirt. You don’t even need to say anything. He just lets you in, you crawl into his bed, and you fall asleep in his arms with your head against his chest.

One time you almost got caught in an accident, and he lost it. He screamed your name and held your face like he was afraid you’d vanish. He kissed you breathlessly right after and kept whispering, “I can’t lose you. Not you.”

He’s shy about affection in public, but sneaky kisses on your temple, quick squeezes of your hand, or brushing your hair behind your ear are his way of saying I love you.

When you laugh, it’s contagious, and Alex tries (and fails) to hold back his own chuckles — then you both end up giggling until your cheeks hurt.

Before you sleep, he loves brushing your hair softly or tracing circles on your back to help you relax.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Not when You're like this

Rating:Teen And Up Audiences Warning:Fluffy fluff, mentions of alcohol and weed consumption,slight suggestive, ovulating reader, crossfaded reader, Matt telling reader no, pet names: ma

Category:F/M

Fandom:Sturniolo Triplets

Relationships: Matt Sturniolo x !soft f reader

Summary: You being Crossfaded while ovulating... can Matt handle that or cave?

@mattscoquette My muse!

Word Count: ~1.3k

I’m not sure how I ended up here—splayed out on Matt’s couch, my head cushioned on his lap, the soft thrum of music from his playlist filling the room. My limbs felt light, my mind floating in that sweet haze between tipsy and something else entirely. Blame the tequila. Or the gummy I shouldn’t have taken after the tequila. Or maybe… blame him.

“Matt…” I drawled, stretching like a content cat, my cheek pressing against his thigh. He looked down at me, one eyebrow quirked.

“What?” His tone was calm, like he was already prepared for my nonsense.

I huffed, twisting slightly so I could look up at him. He looked stupidly good tonight in his usual hoodie and sweats combo, his curls slightly messy, his face as calm and collected as always. He was everything I wasn’t at this moment.

“I want you,” I said, dragging out the words in a way that felt overly dramatic but completely justified.

Matt’s lips twitched, like he was fighting back a smile. “Yeah? I think you want a nap.”

“No!” I protested, sitting up too quickly. My head spun, and I swayed slightly before his hand shot out to steady me. “I don’t want a nap. I want you. Like…” I trailed off, biting my lip as I climbed onto my knees, leaning into him. “Like, you know what I mean.”

His expression softened, but there was something in his eyes that told me he wasn’t taking me seriously. “Ma, you’re not even making sense right now.”

“I am making sense!” I insisted, clutching the front of his hoodie like it would somehow help my case. “I’m ovulating, Matt. Like, literally prime time. Let’s make a baby.”

That made him laugh. A real, chest-shaking laugh that made my cheeks burn.

“Matt, I’m serious!” I whined, shaking his hoodie for emphasis.

He leaned back, his hands coming up in mock surrender. “Nah, ma. Not when you’re like this.”

“Like what?” I pouted, crossing my arms as I slumped back onto my heels.

“Like… this.” He gestured vaguely at me, his lips twitching again. “You’re crossfaded and whiny. I don’t think you even know what you’re asking for right now.”

“I do know!” I argued, though my voice sounded more like a petulant child’s than someone trying to seduce their boyfriend. “I’ve thought about it. Like… a lot. You’d be such a good dad, Matt. And our baby would be, like, so cute.”

His expression softened further, and he reached out to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

I frowned. “That’s not an answer.”

He sighed, his hand dropping to his lap. “Look, I love you. And I love that you’re thinking about this stuff. But not like this, okay? Not when you’re not fully yourself.”

I flopped back against the couch, defeated. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m the most fun,” he countered, pulling his phone from his pocket. “And to prove it, I’m ordering us In-N-Out.”

I perked up slightly at that. “Milkshake?”

“Obviously,” he said, glancing at me with a small smile.

“Fries?”

“Animal style,” he confirmed.

I let out a dramatic sigh, sinking further into the couch. “Fine. But I’m still mad at you.”

“Noted,” he said, already tapping away at his phone.

By the time the food arrived, the haze had started to wear off, leaving me feeling a little more grounded but a lot more embarrassed. I curled into the corner of the couch, my knees tucked under me as Matt unpacked the bags on the coffee table.

“Double-double for you,” he said, handing me the burger.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

He paused, sitting back on his heels as he studied me. “Hey.”

I glanced up at him.

“You okay?”

I nodded, unwrapping my burger. “Yeah. I just… I feel stupid.”

“Don’t,” he said immediately, shifting closer. “You were just being honest with me. I’d rather you tell me what’s on your mind than keep it bottled up, even if it’s… unconventional.”

“Unconventional?” I echoed, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, taking a bite of his own burger. “Yeah. I mean, not everyone starts a conversation with ‘let’s make a baby’ while crossfaded, but you do you, ma.”

I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. “I can’t believe I said that.”

Matt chuckled, reaching out to tug my hands away. “Don’t worry about it. It was cute.”

“Cute?” I repeated, my tone incredulous.

“Yeah.” He grinned. “But, like, in a ‘you’re lucky I love you’ kind of way.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, though the corners of my lips twitched. “You’re so annoying.”

“And you love me for it,” he shot back, stealing one of my fries.

“Barely,” I teased, leaning over to take a fry from his tray in retaliation.

He let out a mock gasp, clutching his chest. “Barely? After everything I do for you?”

“Like what?” I challenged, smirking.

“Like feeding you,” he said, gesturing to the food. “And dealing with your wild ideas. And—oh, I don’t know—loving you unconditionally?”

I rolled my eyes, but the warmth in his voice made my heart flutter. “Okay, fine. You’re alright, I guess.”

“Wow,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m really feeling the love tonight.”

I laughed, the tension from earlier finally melting away. “You know I love you.”

“I know,” he said, his tone softening. He reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “And for the record? I think about that stuff too. Just… maybe when you’re not half out of it, okay?”

“Deal,” I said, my cheeks heating up again.

We finished our food in comfortable silence, the earlier awkwardness forgotten. By the time I leaned against his shoulder, my eyelids growing heavy, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for him. He might not have given in to my whims tonight, but the way he cared for me—gently, patiently, and with a whole lot of love—meant more than anything else ever could.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[pernadette]

Imagine: Ghost catches you.

The soldier hit you hard as he slammed his body into your smaller frame with a brutal force, sending you careening into the wall. Jagged brick cut into the soft flesh of your exposed cheek and forehead. That was going to be ugly tomorrow.

Relentless in his assault, he gave you no chance to recover even a breath, seizing your braided hair and wrenching your body forcefully into him. With a vice-like grip, his other arm constricted around your throat, squeezing any air you had left from your lungs. “Stay bloody still.” The voice that barked the command was harsh and British, cutting through the pain-filled daze with a chilling authority.

Your vision was beginning to darken. "Please," you managed to choke out before the force on your throat tightened further.

"Please stop struggling," he answered mockingly. But you could not stop. You were in full on panic mode, despite the lethargy that was quickly taking over your body.

You needed to get free.

You needed air.

But he needed you brought back for interrogation, and since you had already escaped him three times, he was not going to gentle nor merciful. He waited until you ceased struggling before dropping you to the ground. Looking down at your prone body, he hits the button on his radio. "Package secure."

[yutxsgf]

Bakugou was always the aggressive type, but you just do something to him that he can't explain.

Cw; Fluff, character POV, Fem!Reader

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It all started the moment you walked into class, your soft demeanor, your resting soft natural look, your pink lightly glossed over lips. God, he couldn't help but fluster at the sight. You were so fucking stunning.

But would he ever admit it? No, not over his own grave.

Yet he'd always think it, especially since somehow, you got wrapped up in his squad instead of Deku's. How? He has no fuckin' clue. Just like with his heart, you managed to squirm your way into his "friend" group.

Even so, he'd always wish you'd switch sides and go with that damn nerd's group instead of his. Why? Because every single time he gets asked to hang out, you're there. You're there, overpowering every single one of his senses with your strawberry perfume. Every. single. fucking. time.

And even during class, you're there to disturb him with your damn strawberry scent. Because of course, you were swapped to sit next to him. Of course.

And of course, you were sometimes sat beside him during lunch. Why wouldn't you be? God, he can never catch a break, can he?

He doesn't know why you're so.. you. Nor does he know why you're fuckin' everywhere. And he doesn't know why he feels the way he does around you. But he wants it to stop. He wants you to stop. And that's why he's here, standing right before you with a deep scowl.

"Can you stop?"

"Wha?"

"Stop."

You just innocently tilt your head, obviously confused with this interaction. But did he care? Yes. But was he going to act like it? No.

"What are you talking about?"

He stayed silent, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he eyed your figure.

"Nothin' just stop coming near me, Damn it."

Turning on his heel, he walked away with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Whyd he say that? Did he hurt your feelings? Oh God, did he make you cry? Fuck. What's wrong with him?

"So.. you don't like me..?"

He froze mid-step with his eyes blown wide. What'd you just say? His head ever so slowly turned to glance at you over your shoulder.

He could feel his heart being wrenched out of his chest when he saw soft tears adorning your slightly chubby cheeks, barely ruining the soft faint blush of make-up as they dribbled down your cheeks.

"What?"

"You.. sniff, don't like me..?"

For once, he didn't know what to say. He didn't have any rude words of rejection stored away for you. He didn't have a stream of curse words at the tip of his tongue. He didn't have the urge to laugh in your face. The only thing he wanted to do was wipe your precious tears away with his thumb before giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

"What're.. What.. Huh?"

"K-Kaminari said.. he said that you liked me like you like everyone, you just don't know how to show it.."

He could feel the veins popping out of his skull. He was going to blast him to the next state over, swear it. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be here crying. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't be here having a dilemma on whether he should ignore you and walk away because he can't handle his feelings or walk up to you and hold you til' you stop crying.

God damn it.

The moment you lowered your head to look down at your feet, he was there in an instant, one hand splayed against the small of your back with his other on the back of your head as he pushed you forward into his body, embracing you in a warm, burnt sugar and caramel scented embrace.

You inevitably froze, your light sobs immediately ceasing as your arms dropped to your sides.

He didn't know what he was doing, or why he was doing it.

That's a lie. He knew what he was doing and why, but he truly didn't feel like it because whenever you were around, his conscious and train of thought flew out the window.

"Dumbass, I never said I didn't like ya."

"So you do like me?"

"I guess."

"Is that a no?"

"Fuck, yes, I like you damn it."

"..."

"I KNEW IT!"

The both of you flinched with him immediately pulling away from you as his head snapped to glance over his shoulder only to find his, and now your group of friends all cheering and dancing.

He felt his blood begin to boil. What's going on? Did they put you up to this? He swore he was gonna–

"Please don't be mad.. it wasn't fully their idea.."

The moment he felt your arms wrapping around his waist from behind, all the anger and aggression immediately disappeared, leaving nothing but a blank expression.

The things you do to him would actually literally drive him up the wall. He swore it. Which is why he turned around in your grasp and placed a warm hand on the small of your back once more.

"You're so fuckin' lucky you're adorable."

"Awwww.."

"Mommy sounded so cute back then!"

"Hell– Uh.. 'Course she was."

You giggled, watching as your now husband and pro-hero Dynamite told your kids the story of how the both of fell in love.

"Was?"

"Is. She is adorable."

"That's what I thought."

[crybaby-magic]

His princess

macaque x soft cute reader

contains:fluff,unedited

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It was a normal morning at pigsys noodles.Mk doing his job(even though he’s really not).Mei on her phone totally not distracting Mk with puppy videos.Tang eating noodles and Pigsy slowly ticking away to blowing up at Mk.There’s no crime out,no training with the Monkey King,and no evil overlords trying to take over.

So far everyone is minding their own business.Well at least till the restaurants door opened.The bell ringing alerts everyone that a customer has entered.Pigsy the restaurant owner spoke up in a delighted tone. “Welcome in what can i get started for you!”

“O-oh w-well umm”You stutter out in flushed embarrassment. “I really don’t know, m-my boyfriend recommended this place.I’m kinda new here.Well not new but i don’t go out much so i didn’t really knew this place existed and uhmmh sorry i’m rambling”you muttered out the last bit while lowering your head.While fiddling with your bag that’s in your hand.

Anybody can tell that your misplaced.Tang spoke up breaking the anxious bubble around you “If your new i would suggest going for a large bowl of ‘Pigsy’s zha jiang noodle soup’ it’s his best seller,i would know.”You eyes lit up before nodding at the suggestion.Pigsy starts to make you noodles but not without insulting tang’s ability to not pay under his breath.

You attention was soon dragged by the two young adults waving you over towards them.you looked behind you at pigsy making your food and decided he’ll be awhile.You head over to the table there huddled at and sit down smoothing out your light purple frilly dress.

“Soo where’d you come from,you’d did say you moved”Mei had asked in a dramatic questioning tone.

“oh um the city of lights.I actually met my boyfriend there oddly.”

“Oh we went there too!It was during the Ring of light festival”Mk exitedly spoke up.

“Really?!I heard the ring was stolen by some randos.Quite odd to be completely honest but i don’t really leave the house much.”you awkwardly giggled the last part bit paying to much attention to mei’s and mk’s grimiaces about the ring being took by them.

Mei quickly shook her head and leaned a bit closer to your face you inching back as she questioned “So how’d you meet you boyfriend if you don’t leave the house during the festivities?”

You blinked for a moment then blushed “Well actually i had heard som groaning pained noises behind my house.So i went out and there he was,but he was—”You paused for a moment trying to find the write words “injured?Well anyway i went to go help him buuuut…”you drifted off your sentence.

Mk and Mei invested in the story starting shaking your body while yelling a mix of “Tell us” or “What happened” Eventually Pigsy got red in the face and yelled out “oi Stop terrorizing my customers!!”Before turning back to make orders.

The young adults stopped shaking your body and sat in silence for a moment while you gathered yourself.Once you fully gathered yourself you continued on telling the story “Well it’s kinda embarrassing but he had kinda attacked me—”The two gasped dramatically, gaining a ugly glare from pigsy once more.

“i can’t believe this how could someone as shy as you date such a monster” Mk stated like you had just disappointed him.

mei decided to add on from the comment with a questioning “Did he kidnap you are you being held hostage sho-”

You frantically shook your head before yelping out “No i haven’t been kidnapped.Yes he did technically hurt me but he was startled beside a couple days later he came and apologized.So it wasn’t all bad”You blushed out the last part.Your mind starting to drift to the memory.

it didn’t last long seeing as Pigsy snapped you out of your daydream “Was this for here or togo”

“Oh to go.I have to get back before my boyfriend notices i’m missing.He can become quite the worry wort.”

Pigsy just nodded his head and started to pack up you food in the correct containers.He then set the bag on the counter.You hopped up from your seat and headed too the counter to collect your food.

Reaching into you small purse you pulled out money and handed it to Pigsy with a smile.

You headed to the door as you opened the door you turned your head and spoke up “Thanks for the suggestion with the food mr tang,and you pigsy for making it im sure it’s delicious.Bye mk and mei you were great company we should hang out again”and you were out the door.

“Hey how she’d know our names we didn’t tell her”Mei questioned

everyone paused for a moment looking at mei then the door before shrugging it off.

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After sometime you made it to your home aka your boyfriends dojo.you dig into your purse to find the keys once you do you unlock the door and head inside.While removing the keys out the door you annoce you arrival home.You we’re greeted with silence looking up you scan the room.

you don’t see him any where.you questioned if he left to find you seeing as you did leave without notifying him.Heading into the kitchen you set the food down on the counter before checking your phone to see if you got any messages.While checking you suddenly fell through the ground only to appear into fuzzy arms.

You relax once you mad contact with his body.Macaque wrapped his arms around you while shoving his face into your shoulder.He start to muffle something out that you couldn’t comprehend.

“Eh?”you only got more muffling words thrown at you. “I don’t understand you when you do that.”you giggled out.He gave a glare before moving his face off of you and sighed out on you neck making you skirm.

“You left without telling me princess.”he said in a monotone way.You moved you head back a bit to look at his annoyed face.You giggled a bit at how much he acts more like a cat than a monkey.Pulling you body out of his hold you face him to give him a hug.

“I just wanted to get you food before you woke up.”You started while you let go once more to go head to the kitchen.He was following a few paces back.He leaded against the door way while you got the food out of the bags. “I even met some of your friends that you talked about!”you gleefully cheered out.

“Not really friends…more like ideas aligned up”he said with a pointed look.You just rolled your eyes at his stubbornness.

Macaque’s ears started to twitch suddenly hearing noise in front of his dojo.He glanced at you before quietly leaving you to your devices for a moment.

As he got to the front door he opened it before the person could knock.In fell a mk and mei while the rest of the gang was just standing there even wukong oddly enough.He looked at everyone before landing on pigsy with a bag probably filled with food.

“ummm did y’all need something?”

Mk and mei popped up scrabble to fix their disheveled appearance.Mk spoke up first “Well we haven’t hung out in awhile since the whole lady bone demon incident so-”

“so we decided to check up on our pale”mei interrupted mk while slowly peeking her way into the house.She was grabbed by Macaque’s tail and put out.

“Look that nice and all but i really don’t have my house ready for guest.”

wukong scoffed out a of course while rolling his eyes.Before macaque could counter back he could hear you calling out his name.Mk noticed his poster stiffen.He eyed him for a moment before gasping out dramatically “You have someone over how scandalous!!” This cause mei to gasp too and the others giving an odd look at mk’s accusations.

“Pfft!I highly doubt it bud.Who’d want to be with Mr.emo over there?!”Wukong announced out loud.

“Mac?”everyone perked up hearing a feminine voice.You squeezed past mac looking to see his friends at the restaurant with additional friends too.Your eyes gleamed up “Eek! You didn’t tell me we had guest!!Please come in,oh lemme take those bags i’ll get more plates and drinks out for us!”You quickly grabbed the bag and headed in despite the protest of your boyfriend.

“Just come in I guess”Mac sighed out.The crew followed you in noticing how the dojo was redecorated with cutesy stuff here and there.

The gang sat at the table you had quickly set up in the living room with video games set up too.After a moment they snapped out of shock.

“Wait she’s your girlfriend?!”Wukong whisper yelled out.

“Yeah,problem?”Mac questioned sarcastically.

“Yes actually how did you a no good villain manage to get her a cute sweet princess for a girlfriend!”he frantically pointed out.

Mac rolled his eye before you suddenly came in with food and drinks.Setting them on the table then you sat next to macaques kinda oblivious to the looks that were thrown towards the too.

“So this is how you know us.”Mei pointed out before messing with the video game you layed.You nodded your head before eating the noodles provided.

After some time everyone settled down to eating,talking,or messing with the game.But all around it was a peaceful atmosphere with the occasional banter between Mac and Wukong.