#that's alright. i can be kind to myself. it's enough to go at our own pace

[toastsnaffler]

i keep getting irrationally miffed at ppl 😐😐

[hanihaato]

a/n: jealousy themes, yandere sunday x reader, mentions of abduction, incapacitation, drabble

Your artistic silence is broken with a snap of fingers and a question.

“Now, who is that man?”

Before the vision disappears, you have a split second to admire your efforts. Your skills have improved over the last three hours where Sunday had left your dreamscape to attend to some urgent and questionable matters.

This time, you have delved into the concept of imaginary creations that followed your newfound belief that even in this kind of twisted dream, deliberately manipulated by Sunday, you could still treat it like… a dream.

Do wonders. Keep yourself occupied to take care of your sanity.

The man you’ve created doesn’t have a name as you don’t recognize him. Maybe he was your own creation, or maybe he was one of the countless tourists at Reverie Hotel whose face you’ve been fortunate to remember. He would have made for a much more entertaining company than Sunday is, especially as he presses his lips into a thin line and looks disappointed in you.

“A secret boyfriend. We were planning to elope tonight, before you…” The story cuts short, as Sunday closes his eyes and sighs heavily, as if dealing with a troublesome kid. You take the warning and end your joke here, but because you know you have the privilege to as his beloved, you pout at him. “Alright. I was bored. Happy now? I thought you said I can do whatever I want here. Well, you keep calling it my dreamscape, after all.”

Sunday sits you down on a sofa that materializes within a blink of an eye. It’s another reminder you’re not in Penacony; there, nothing like that could happen, as it’s a dream with rules you are bound to obey. But at least there, you could understand its mechanism as it was created to mimic the real world.

‘Your’ dreamscape was solely ruled by Sunday’s whims.

You fall on a stack of heavenly puffy cushions, with his arm draped around your waist.

“Dearest. It’s our dream. This fantasy wouldn’t exist without any of us,” Sunday promptly corrects you and smiles gently at your irate gaze. “Believe me, I wholeheartedly would love to give you a fair share of power over this place, but it would be a bit dangerous to someone not practised in lucid dreaming.”

If you didn’t exceed his tolerance for defiance for today, you would have hit him with one of the pillows. Instead, you sink yourself deeper into them.

“Alright, then… What do I have to do to be classified as experienced? As far as I am aware, spending a whole three months in a dream should have made me an expert.”

“That’s a lovely conclusion. But does spending time in a library make you able to get a degree in every subject that’s written in the books?”

The question silences you. The break is long enough for Sunday to design your surroundings: a coffee table that matches the times, a porcelain tea set with golden details and some infusion with fascinating taste. They go with a tray of cookies and little sandwiches, as well as a bowl of fruits and nuts that would taste better if they were real.

However, you have to do with what you have on your hands.

You bite into a biscuit. “Then, what should I do? To be adept enough, that is.”

“There are many other requirements…” He falls into a reverie, and just as you think he closes the topic—you’ve been willing to give it up at this point, solely for the quiet to continue—Sunday speaks again. “If you can wake up on your own or overwrite any of the aspects of this dream, for example, gravity, I will consider giving you a little more power here.”

So, he’s asking you for the impossible.

“…I won’t be wiping myself out only for you to ‘consider’.”

Sunday takes a sip of tea. The porcelain can’t hide a tenderish smile, but the unexplainable gleam in his eyes is exposed.

“There is always a shortcut.”

“That doesn’t, um, doom me for eternity?”

“Yes. If I have a say in this, it’s a very delightful one.” And after the next sentence, you know why he’s so engaged in this discussion. “Marrying me.”

…

Sighing, you cross your arms and shake off Sunday’s arm from your shoulder. “I thought you hated liars.”

“Which part of what I said do you consider a lie?”

You ignore him and get up from the sofa, heading towards the big door. Sunday might have changed the look of the place, but the layout always remains the same. Behind that door, you will find a short hall that leads to several other rooms that don’t have Sunday in them and so are preferred.

“I don’t want to talk (to you) anymore, sorry,” you mutter out the apology just to defend yourself if Sunday was going to accuse you of being rude. “I am going to daydream—dreamdream?—about, I guess, men, if I can’t have anyone here. Goodbye.”

You reach for the pair of doors and find them uncharacteristically too heavy. You try to open the door, but just then a big silver chain crosses over their handles, a small lock appears, but you don’t have time to notice the details as you find yourself staring into a plain wall.

“Now, no need to rush,” Sunday purrs, and you turn around to see your beloved doors behind his back. “Would you like to play a round or two with me? I think we could have a wonderful conversation about how to pry the imaginary door locks and who are the people you’ve been thinking about so much.” He smiles. “All with names and examples. There shouldn’t be any secrets between us, isn’t that so?”

[notapradagurl7]

Keep A Distance.

Pairings: Black Fem! Cop!Reader x Armando Aretas.

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe.

Summary: You were a cop working on the runaway Armando Aretas case, alongside Mike and Marcus but decided to go solo by working undercover.

Taglist: @lovedlover @planetblaque @megamindsecretlair @westside-rot @keyera-jackson @browngirldominion @swavydadon @playgurlxoxo @nerdieforpedro

Warnings: PWP, doesn't follow the film’s timeline, profanity, mention of guns, mention of violence, erotic asphyxiation/choking, Armando being persistent to the reader, dacryphila, consensual for both parties, short fic.

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The light from the computer illuminated on your brown skin with your hand resting on the mouse, clicking on the file on the desktop with the picture of vibrant roses. Opening the file, your eyes scan the information and criminal records.

All that work just to lose him out of your sight again.

“Armando Aretas is still on the loose after taking control of the Aretas cartel when his mother was tragically burned in a fire.” the reporter spoke up.

You sighed and shook your head in disapproval, you pushed the power button on the remote, turning off the television, there was no way to catch this guy after playing this game of cat and mouse. Your finger pressed the power button and watched the computer fade to black.

You were working for the Miami Police Department as a cop, moving your way to a respected and it was every man and woman looking out for themselves.

It was a shame that you had to endure the shit from men and women in the police department.

Standing up from the desk, you walked out of your office. You approached the main office with determination.

Marcus and Mike stood by each other, you gave them fist bumps while "What's the latest, detective?" Mike asked, leaning against the desk with a smirk.

"Same old, same old. Aretas is still slipping through our fingers," you replied, crossing your arms. "I think it’s time I take matters into my own hands."

Marcus raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? You know this guys plays fucking dirty."

“Yeah, well, dirty is my middle name,” you shot back, the fire in your belly igniting.

“Just keep your head on straight, alright?” Marcus warned, his tone serious. “We can’t afford to lose you too.”

You shrugged off their concern. “I appreciate it, but I’m not going in blind. I have a plan.”

“Which involves what? Seducing him?” Mike chuckled, but you noticed a flicker of concern in his eyes.

“Something like that,” you replied, your smile a little too sly. “I’ll get close enough to gather intel; I won’t get too comfortable.”

“Uh-huh,” Marcus said, not buying it. “And what makes you think he won’t be the one to get too comfortable?”

Mike knew that you could take care of yourself but Armando was his son, he had Mike’s genes running through him. Once Mike called Armando the fucked up version of himself.

“Because I know how to keep a distance,” you replied, your voice steady.

“Just remember, he’s not some petty thief. He’s dangerous, Armando is Mike’s son” Marcus reiterated.

“I can handle myself,” you asserted, turning on your heel. “I’ve got this.”

As you stepped out of the precinct, the Miami heat hit you like a wall. You pulled your box braids into a tight bun, adjusting your badge before heading to your car. You knew you had to find Armando's weaknesses, and if it meant playing the role of an alluring enigma, then so be it.

Later that night, you found yourself at a dimly-lit bar, the kind where the shadows danced as much as the patrons. You leaned against the bar, scanning the room. The air was thick with tension as a mix of laughter and whispered conversations filled the space.

“Can I get you something?” the bartender asked, snapping you from your thoughts.

“Whiskey, neat,” you replied, your gaze still fixed on the entrance.

Moments later, the door swung open, and in walked Armando Aretas. He was a silhouette of charm and danger, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. Your heart raced as he scanned the crowd, his eyes landing on you.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked, sliding onto the barstool next to you, his voice smooth like velvet.

“Depends on who’s asking,” you replied, your tone playful yet guarded.

“Armando,” he said, extending his hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

“[Your Name],” you introduced yourself, shaking his hand firmly. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Only good things, I hope,” he smirked, leaning in closer, the intoxicating scent of his cologne wrapping around you.

“Depends on your definition of good,” you shot back, your pulse quickening.

He chuckled softly, clearly intrigued. “You’re not like the others…I like that.”

“Keep your distance, Aretas,” you warned, your voice low and steady, but the chemistry between you was undeniable.

“Why would I do that when I’m enjoying this conversation?” he replied, his gaze piercing through you.

“Because this isn’t a game you want to play,” you said, your heart racing at the thrill of the chase.

“Oh, I think it is. And I always win,” he whispered, his voice dripping with confidence.

“So I heard that you're looking for me, Detective [Last Name]” he smirked, eyeing you up and down. His eyes remained on your ass.

You swatted his hand out of the way, and narrowed your gaze. “My eyes are up here, you're gonna come in with me. I'll arrest you and this case will be over..”

Armando smirked at you, snatching your gun that was attached to your belt. Your fist connects with his cheek as blood spills from his chin, he spits it out on the floor.

“I guess it's not over yet..” He smirked, stepping closer to you.

You were supposed to leave, you wanted to cuff him and take him into your car. But you couldn't, the heat between your thighs made you stifle a moan.

“Was all this chasing after you, a trick to get me all to yourself Armando?” you asked seductively, smirking.

Armando's eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Maybe it was, detective. Maybe I wanted to see just how far you'd go to catch me." His hand trailed down your arm, sending shivers down your spine.

You fought against the growing heat in your body, reminding yourself of the mission at hand. But the magnetic pull between you and Armando was undeniable. The danger only added to the thrill, fueling the fire that burned between you.

As his lips brushed against your neck, your resolve wavered. "We can't do this," you whispered, though your voice lacked conviction.

Armando chuckled darkly, his hand on your waist. Pulling your face closer to his, when he wanted something or someone, a desideratum for him.

He only did this just to get closer to you, he planned everything just to see your pretty face again. The

But this mission left you fuddled and to save face, you kept your cool instead of admitting it. Did he want you?

"Who says we can't mix business with pleasure, detective?" His words sent a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a hunger you couldn't deny.

In a haze of desire and adrenaline, you found yourself giving in to the temptation. Crashing his lips into yours, tongues turned in sync. You moaned in the kiss, and he led you to the car.

Next thing you know, you were under him on his bed and kissing him sloppily. Both of your clothes were littered across the bedroom floor, the soft smack of your lips colliding with his filled the room.

His naked body against yours from the front with glossy sweat, his hips thrusting into you without mercy, as if it was a vindictive yet almost loving type of fuck. His tongue glided across your neck, wanting to leave hickeys on you.

The moonlight peeked through the curtains, and shone on your brown skin. Your brown braids pool around your pretty face, your mouth agape only to let out loud drunk moans and slurred screams.

There you were, fucking your enemy in the dark. Thankful that he couldn't see your face twist up in pleasure, “I bet you look so pretty taking every inch of my dick mami..like a good slut,” he praised, cutting himself off with a raspy moan.

Your hand rested on the back of his neck, bringing him for another sloppy kiss. Leaving a chain of spit between your lips and his, “That dick is so good…” you mumbled, your head fell to the pillow.

Your slick pussy gripped around his dick tight, feeling his inch after inch.

“Oh..fuck! Armando!” You cried out, your vision blurred with tears rolling down your watery cheeks. Teeth trapped under your lips only to be sucked off by Armando, moaning muffled with each kiss. Your tears turned him on quickly.

His head ducked and halted between your titties, wrapping his warm mouth around your nipple. Thighs smacking against your ass, the sound similar to clapping, wetness enveloped his thick dick entirely, Suckling it roughly while pinching your left nipple, “Fuckk! M-more,” you croaked.

Balling your hand in the blanket you turned into a wet, blubbering mess underneath the male. “I’m yours now? So fucking wet..” he grunted deeply, you whimperrd in response. His hand wrapped around your neck, bringing you in for a quick kiss to your lips.

“You’re mine papi, all mine..” you moaned loudly, drooling trickling at the corner of your lip. Unable to speak from the pleasure.

This was better than you imagined, your guts being rearranged by the man you loathed so much but he was here with you. His hand smacked across your ass, you whined lowly. “Fuck!”

“Being inside you is a dream true, suck a good girl..” he groaned, rutting against you without mercy.

Your climax hit you rapidly like a tsunami crashing through without warming, your sticky essence gushed down on his dick and you screamed loudly, falling on the blanket.

He followed suit by pulling out of you, falling beside your body and kissing your shoulder. You panted heavily through it.

“T-this can't happen again..” you murmured raspily, shaking your head. trying to confess to yourself that this was a one-time thing.

Armando hummed lightly with a soft chuckle, “Are you sure about that? You did say that I'm yours..” he panted lowly.

You almost dozed off until he gently picked you up bridal style, carrying you into the bathroom as he flipped the light switch. He turned the faucet, you heard the squeak.

Filling the tub with foam soap, at the right temperature, You were placed in the tub, allowing the water to soothe the ache in your body and pussy, sighing blissfully. You watched him walk into the shower and proceed to wash himself clean.

You washed yourself clean from the weight of the day, you fell asleep in his bed with him. Beside his body, dressed in your clean panties and gray tee shirt.

As the sun began to rise, casting golden hues through the window, you made a silent vow to yourself. You left quickly with everything you had, keeping this a secret.

You had to keep a distance, but the memory of that night with Armando would linger, a dangerous secret that bound you together in ways you never thought possible.

The next day, you returned home and sat in your desk chair in front of your computer. Quiet as a church mouse, which made everyone worry about. It wasn't normal for you to be quiet from their perspective.

Marcus and Mike knocked on your door, the sound tore your attention from the computer. You jumped from the sound, placing a hand on your chest.

“Come in!” you called out, seeing the pair through the office window.

They stepped inside, concern etched on their faces. Mike leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, while Marcus took a seat in the chair opposite you.

“Hey, you alright?” Mike asked, his tone softer than usual. “You’ve been unusually quiet since yesterday.”

You flashed a tight smile, the memory of last night flooding your mind. “Yeah, just a lot on my mind.”

Marcus raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing you. “A lot, huh? Or should we be concerned about that ‘solo mission’ you took on?”

You shrugged, keeping your expression neutral. “It was just a quick check-in. Nothing major.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “You guys know I can handle myself. I’m not a rookie.”

“True, but it’s not just about handling yourself,” Marcus interjected, his voice serious. “It’s about the risks involved. Armando Aretas is dangerous.”

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms defensively. “He got away.”

“He did?” Mike asked you, raising a brow.

“Yeah, he was too fast and strong.” you added softly, looking up at the ceiling.

“Well, guess this case is closed huh?” Marcus asked, pursing his lips.

You nodded your head slowly, “Yes, and let’s just get to normal. What’s the melody to Bad Boys song? Bad boys, Bad Bo—” you sang playfully until Mike and Marcus interjected.

“Hey, hey, hey get your own theme song and learn the lyrics!” Macurs joked, his face twisted up a bit with a chuckle.

“Yeah, that's our theme song, but you did amazing on this case..” Mike added with a chuckle, smiling at you.

“My bad, thanks for believing in me guys..” you replied with a warm tone.

You gave the men fist bumps, watching them walk out of your office. Feeling a wave of relief wash over you, so much for keeping a secret. But it was over and you couldn't see him.

You could afford to blur the lines between business and pleasure, mixing them together was bad enough. You were done, now back to business only.

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Part Two.

[beingsuneone]

Memories & Delusions

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

SYNOPSIS: Jason Todd is dead, you have to remember that; even if the newest villain in town is both incredibly sexy and reminds you of the boy you used to love.

FANDOM: DC

PAIRING(S): Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

RATING: PG

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Tim

GENRE/AU: fluff, different timeline AU (not mentioned in detail but the timeline is different than canon), canon divergence, reader is kind of like Stephanie so NOT Bruce’s kids but she does live in the manor.

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of blood and injuries.

A/N: I could fs do a part two to this ;)

DEDICATIONS: Myself for having this idea for more than two years and finally getting it out in writing in some way

CREDITS: N/A

“Jesus Christ! Who the fuck is this guy, Batman?” You exclaim, panting hard through your mask; whoever this Red Hood guy is… he really knows your team's weaknesses. It’s disconcerting.

Weirdly enough, he’s left you mostly alone.

Bruce shrugs from across the room. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

It’s a blur of movement as Red Hood tries to attack mostly Bruce, only attacking Dick or you if you get in the way.

He’s said almost nothing since this fight started.

After a few minutes, Bruce sends a signal and jumps out of the half destroyed building; Dick follows and jumps out shortly after.

Leaving just you and Gothams latest criminal.

You’re about to turn to jump again, when suddenly your wrist is caught in Red Hood’s hand.

The familiarity of it makes you gasp and freeze.

He stares down at you, intimidating and silent through his red helmet.

Returning his stare, with as much fiery energy as you can muster, you try to pull your wrist away; His grip is like iron and you can’t.

“Don’t get in my way, Y/n.” He says, making your heart drop with the use of your civilian name. “I won’t choose between you and my goal.”

Your back is rigid and you’re breathing has stopped… if he knows your name, that means he probably knows everyone else’s too.

Fuck.

He finally lets go, brushing past your stiff body.

You’re too shocked to follow him.

….

“He knew my name, Bruce!” You say, feeling panicked. “Do you know what that means?”

Bruce nods curtly. “It means you aren’t suiting up until we’ve taken him down.” You try to protest but Bruce holds a hand up to cut you off. “It’s not up for discussion.”

You fidget with the small red pendant hanging around your neck, something you do whenever you’re feeling too many emotions.

It reminds you of Jason, the first boy you’ve ever been in love with and also the last; Jason was also Bruce’s second adopted son.

Jason Todd died five years ago.

But when he was alive… There was something special about him. He was always so eager to help Bruce by being robin.

That was back before you had your own suit; really, you’d only gotten a superhero identity so you could hunt down the joker and get revenge for Jason, but Bruce had managed to convince you not to do that in the last five years.

Probably for the best, even if seventeen is too young for someone to die; even if having a strong bond ripped away from you before it could become anything still hurt so badly.

You follow Bruce down into the batcave. “What do we know about Red Hood? Do we have any idea how he originated? It seems like he just popped out of nowhere.”

Bruce contemplates his answer as he unlocks the bat computer. “All we know is that he would have had to fly under our radar for months in order to take over the whole underground drug ring.”

You over hover his shoulder, trying to see what’s on the screen below him. “I don’t understand how we wouldn’t hear anything about him? With that many people who work for him, you’d think one of them would mention something.”

He hums in response. “They must be terrified of him.”

Alfred inserts himself into the conversation and ushers you back into the main part of the manor. “Alright, Miss. Y/n, You’re officially off duty indefinitely.” He pauses. “Like Master Bruce said, it is safer if you disconnect yourself from your hero identity.”

You frown. “If he knows my real name, he probably knows where I live.”

“He also told you, quote ‘don’t get in my way’ end quote.” Alfred tuts. “He clearly has no intention of hurting you as a civilian.”

You huff and head up to your bedroom, feeling like you really need to be out there but not really knowing why.

You suppose you don’t know what to do with your time anymore, now that you’ve been superhero-ing for so long.

When was the last time you read a book? Or watched a movie, just because you wanted to? It’s been too long…

Your bookshelves mostly carry decorative encyclopedias and other books that would bore you to sleep, so you leave your room and head just down the hallway.

The door creaks as you push open and clicks when you push it shut; then, you’re left in the silence of Jason Todd’s bedroom. Unchanged and untouched from the last moment he was in here.

It’s a little messy but nothing out of the ordinary for a teenage boy; the bed was never made, and his clothes were ever put in his drawers despite them being washed.

There’s books pulled out and just scattered in places, schoolbooks, comic books, novels… finally you spot what you wanted to find.

It’s a very old and very worn copy of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, something the two of you used to read together when you’d sneak onto the roof of the manor at nighttime.

You’d watch the stars and one of you would read the book out loud, until eventually you both would pass out and give Bruce a heart attack the next morning.

Maybe it was time to revisit that tradition, even if you were only reading to yourself.

Bruce and Alfred are in the Cave so you find your way into the roof and lay back. The shingles are definitely more uncomfortable without Jason to lay on, but it’s still a nice feeling nonetheless.

Just the act of laying under the stars with that book in your hands, makes you feel a kind of warmth that you haven’t felt in years.

You close your eyes and take a long, deep breath of night air; It’s fresh and ever so slightly damp, but in a way that makes you feel nice. The cold nips at your body in all the right ways.

Unfortunately, all bliss is momentary, and someone clearing their throat makes you jump a couple centimeters upwards.

You’re met with the bright red helmet of Red Hood.

“Pride and Prejudice, huh?” He says casually, though you're pretty sure he has a voice changer on, which makes his voice sound more irritated than it probably is.

You back up a few inches. “Bru-” Red Hood slaps a hand over your mouth before you can finish yelling for help.

You squirm in his grip, but he just maneuvers you so that your back is to his chest and you can barely move which makes your body lock up again— you can’t help the feeling of familiarity that settles in your stomach, or the way your body reacts to his.

Worst of all, he smells just like… no, it must just be where you are.

Jason Todd is dead.

And yet.

“Relax, Y/n, I’m not here to hurt you.” Something about him makes you listen and you relax your body. He kind of half-scoffs in response. “Are you done?”

You nod as best you can. He releases you.

“Who— why are you here?” You say, trying to ignore the fact that everything about this masked man reminds you of Jason.

Your chest rises and falls irregularly as he stares at you.

His head snaps away randomly. “Why should I tell you that?”

“Don’t answer my question with a question.”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

There’s a look of defiance shared between the two of you, or, at least, on your end. You can’t actually see his face so you’re really just assuming.

You spin away and blow out a labored breath. “God, I must be going insane…” Even the way he talks with you sounds like Jason.

“You’re so short, you look like a bunny who lost its carrot.” He says with a laugh.

“I do not!” You exclaim angrily, your mouth dropping open. “Okay, that’s it, I’m calling Bruce.” Your hand slips into your pocket to pull out your phone, and just as it's out of your pocket, Red Hood grabs your wrist; he traps it in one spot and yanks the phone from your hand.

He gently sets it on the ground. “Tell that fucker whatever you want, but wait until I’m gone.” The tone in his voice sends a chill down your spine. He seems so angry…

With that, he leaves, taken the same way that you took off the roof.

You stand there until you hear the roar of his motorbike, and then you finally retreat from the roof with the book clutched tightly to your chest.

…..

“I’m going with you, Bruce. You can’t stop me.” You say, already moving to try to grab your suit.

“No, you’re not.” He says sternly, blocking your path. “You need to stay out of this fight.”

You raise your eyebrows in challenge. “I’m going whether you let me wear that suit or not.” Bruce apparently doesn’t like this because he frowns even harder than before. You continue, “You can’t go alone. Dick is out of town and Tim is at school. Let me come.”

“You forget I did this by myself for quite a while before I adopted Dick.” He says firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Bruce doesn’t need your help, you know that; helping him isn’t your real goal.

Ever since the rooftop incident with Red Hood you’d gone into some sort of obsessive spiral over his similarities to Jason.

You feel like you need to talk to him again, touch him again… just to see why he’s so familiar; you feel insane.

The deepest parts of your brain scream at you that it’s not just similarities, that he really is Jason but… he can’t be; you watched them bury Jason’s body.

“There’s something else going on with you.” Bruce says, basically sizing you up.

You stiffen, which unfortunately gives away your next lie. “There’s nothing going on with me.” No excuse comes to mind so you don’t say anything more.

Bruce pauses for a beat.

“This has nothing to do with Red Hood.”

“Okay? Why would that matter?” You say dismissively, but also way too fast. “I don’t think keeping me locked up at home helps anyone.”

He sighs and finally caves. “Fine, you can come.”

…..

You aren’t sure how this situation devolved so quickly, but your communications got cut off a while ago and you haven’t been able to find Bruce or navigate very well through the rubble.

You’re bleeding heavily from a few different cuts and you’re pretty sure you sprained your ankle.

The faint cackle of the Joker makes you dive under a fallen piece of concrete, because if he comes this way he’ll surely kill you.

But the laugh recedes so you crawl out and sit against it instead.

You’re just about to start sobbing from the pain when you hear footsteps again; you go silent and try to move but you don't allow that.

You see a flash of red, and then Red Hood turns a corner into your line of sight.

“Christ’s sake, Y/n.” He mumbles. “What happened?” He approaches and drops down so he’s sitting on his feet, he stares for a moment, and you assume he’s assessing your injuries.

“You can’t call me that— here.” You hiss when he presses a finger against your ankle.

He stands up and takes both your hands, completely ignoring what you said. “Up. But don’t stand on your bad ankle.”

You grip his hands and stand up, holding your bad ankle in the air; Red Hood scoops you up bridal style not a moment later.

You squeal. “What are you doing?”

He stops walking and turns the face of his helmet directly toward you. “I’m taking you back to my base so I can help you get fixed up.” He interrupts you before you can speak, answering the question you were going to ask. “Batman isn’t here anymore, he went to follow after the Joker.”

It’s a rough walk to his bike, and it lasts for about ten minutes; ten awkward minutes of you being carried by Red Hood.

Red Hood who’s supposed to be a criminal and your enemy. Red Hood who brings you more comfort than he should just because of who he reminds you of.

He settles you onto the bike, pulling out an extra helmet before he speeds off.

…..

“Jesus, you sprained your ankle really badly.” He curses, performing whatever medical procedures as you hiss and whine at the pain.

He’s already stitched and/or dressed any of the open wounds you had and he saved the worst for last.

“Okay,” he says absent-mindedly. “I can’t do this properly with this thing.”

He reaches for his helmet but you stop him. “You’re taking your helmet off?”

He hesitates, then nods slowly. “I have to. If you don’t want to see, then shut your eyes until I’m done.”

You nod and squeeze your eyes shut.

He sighs softly and gets back to working on your ankle.

…..

“I swear to god, Bruce, it’s him. Red Hood is Jason.” You say, purposfully making your voice flat and void of emotion. “He has to be.”

Bruce just stares.

And stares.

Sympathetically, softly. But he stares.

“Jason has been dead for a long time, Y/n, and you know that.”

“No— I know, but he can’t be— that has to be him.” You back up into one of the chairs in the batcave, trying to calm your racing heart; you still try to keep a calm outward facade.

“What makes you think he’s Jason?” Bruce asks.

You weakly gesture at nothing with your hand. “Just look at him. He’s— everything about him is the same.”

Tim snorts from the computer. “The running drug rings and murders?”

“Not appropriate, Tim.” Dick says flatly and Tim’s face falls quickly.

You don’t blame him, you probably would have made a joke like that too.

Shaking your head, you stare at the floor past Bruce. “They sound the same, they talk the same way, they look similar— hell, they even smell the same.”

Bruce’s brows furrow. “How do you know what he smells like?”

“Uh…” you stall. “You know, close combat.”

Apparently, he drops it even though he clearly doesn’t believe you, because he asks another question. “We’ve never seen Red Hood unmasked, how do you know they look similar?”

You shrug. “They just do. There’s just something about him. I haven’t been able to shake the feeling for a while.”

It’s silent again for several long moments.

Then Bruce shakes his head absentmindedly.

“Jason is dead, Y/n. No matter how much we miss him, he can’t come back.”

But he’s wrong, he has to be.

Because no one is that similar to someone. You’re sure of it.

……

Your cheeks are wet and your eyes are starting to become raw from you rubbing at them.

Sobbing pathetically on the rooftop of the manor because you had to be reminded about a death that happened a long time ago is not the highlight of your day.

It’s stupid, going from sure of yourself, to telling yourself you’re so stupid for ever thinking it could be true in the first place.

There’s footsteps beside you, but you don’t look up. You don’t care enough to see who it is.

You fidget with the necklace around your neck as you sniffle into your knees.

Something clicks and then hisses as if air pressure is being released before you hear a tiny thud, and then someone pulls you into them.

You know who it is now.

“What’s wrong?” He asks quietly. You know you could look up and confirm your suspicions at any moment but you just can’t bring yourself to do it.

It’s not true, after all, because it can’t be. It’s not possible.

You shrug against him. “I’m reopening old wounds for no reason.” You pause. “Why do you trust me?”

He’s silent, contemplative for a while. “You’re you.”

You laugh dryly. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

“You haven’t even bothered to look have you?” His hand strokes lines in your hair. “You could. I don’t think I’d mind.”

“I don’t want to know.” You say, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’m not ready for that.”

He nods, you can feel the movement through his body, even though it’s subtle.

You sit, wrapped up in his arms for a long while before he clears his throat softly and asks, “what old wounds have you been reopening?”

Your eyes well again, but you choke back the tears. “An old… friend, I guess. He died.” You start to pull back but you don’t look at his face.

Instead, you bury your face in your hands again. He lets you pull back. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

You shrug. “It was a long time ago, he just meant a lot to me— and it’s really hard because you remind me so much of him.”

He makes a sort of strangled sound and then clears his throat again but more rough this time. “Why do you say that?”

His voice sounds even more similar without the helmet and voice changer. This man is going to be the death of you. Maybe literally. “I don’t… I don’t know. It’s just everything.” You shake your head and laugh sardonically. “It’s driving me insane.”

“How did he die?” His voice is darker than before, and there’s a sort of undertone you can’t place.

“Brutally.” You stop, take a deep breath, and offer only a bit more context. “The Joker.”

He hums. “The Joker‘s alive and ruling this dumb city.” He pauses. “How do you think your friend would feel about that?”

“Probably about the same as I do. Sick.” You run a hand through your hair, purposefully trying to avoid seeing his face. “That’s why I became a hero, you know. I wanted to kill the joker because he killed Ja- um, my friend.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“People stopped me before I did something I couldn’t come back from.” You say, wrapping your arms around your legs. “I hope the joker suffers a terrible death, but I don’t think it should be by my hands. He wins if I spend the rest of my existence regretting it.”

Red Hood picks up his helmet and clicks it back on. “Right.” He stands and stares down at you. “I have to leave now.”

You shudder at his sudden coldness, and stand abruptly. “Okay, I— um, goodbye…?” You want to smack yourself at how unsure you sound. “Did I say something wrong?”

He shakes his head. “I just don’t know why you would ever regret ridding the world of someone like The Joker, that’s all.”

Stiffly, you nod and wipe your hands on your pants.

“Sorry about your friend.” He finishes, before leaving you alone on the roof again. “Too bad I didn’t know him.”

Basically, crushing any hopes you might’ve had that he was Jason.

……

This is an atrociously stupid idea, you know; driving directly into the den of Gotham's biggest drug lord is the smartest thing to do.

But Gotham's biggest drug lord is Red Hood, and you’re fairly sure he won’t hurt you. Mostly.

His lackeys though, don’t seem so forgiving.

“Who the hell are you?” The man who barks the question at you, is raggedy looking and has the worst, most distasteful tattoos you’ve seen in your life.

“I’m here to see Red Hood.” You amend quickly, “I’m a friend of his.”

“Yeah, right.” The other guard says, a bulky looking woman who is also insanely beautiful… unsettlingly so. “A fragile little thing like you, friends with our boss… please.”

You scoff. “Trust me, I’m not fragile.” Stopping, you contemplate whether it’s a good idea to start something, considering your ankle is still healing. “Just call him.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine, whatever.”

An old phone hangs on the wall and she picks up the receiver and quickly dials a number. “Hey, I have a woman here who says she’s the bosses friend— her name? I have no clue— Oi, what’s your name?” The woman barks at you.

“Y/n.”

“Her name’s Y/n.” She’s silent for a minute while we all wait, then she hangs up the phone aggressively and yanks your arm into her grip. “Lucky. Let’s go.”

The corridors are a bit confusing to navigate, but you’re mostly just following the woman, who seems very familiar with them.

After ten minutes you reach a door, it matches almost every other door, but it has ‘boss’ written crudely on it in spray paint.

“You’re on your own from here.” She says gruffly before stomping away.

You take a moment to collect yourself before you knock, and the door swings open before you can even finish knocking.

“Why are you here?” Red Hood sounds breathless behind his mask, as if something winded him. “How did you remember how to get here?”

“I’m… actually not sure.” You chuckle quietly to yourself as Red Hood pulls you inside.

He sits down at a desk after pulling a chair out for you to sit in. “Again, why are you here?”

Your heart seizes for a moment as if the reason why you’re here hit you all over again. “I want you to show me who you are.”

“Are you sure?” Red Hood questions slowly, his body locking up. “You’re not going to like it.”

You nod curtly. “Yes, I need to know.”

He takes a deep breath and stands up, coming right up close to you. Far enough that you could see his face clearly but close enough to have your knees buckling.

He reaches up and presses a button you can’t see. The helmet hisses and opens, he pulls it off.

And your jaw drops.

Standing there, in grown up glory, black hair, green eyes that used to kill you, is Jason Fucking Todd.

“You’re— You’re not— dead.” You stammer, almost reaching out to touch him before you yank your hand back.

You’re so irrationally angry and also relieved and devastated all at the same time.

Jason sets the helmet down. You can’t decide whether to hug him and never let go or slap him for waiting so long to tell you. “That’s a… complicated story.” He pauses. “I promise I’ll tell you that story but I just— can’t get into that right now.”

You nod slowly. “Okay… that means I can get fucking pissed now.”

You’ve clearly confused him when you wrap your hands around his waist and squeeze tightly while also cursing him out. “I can’t believe you waited this long to show me.”

You can see the smart-ass comment on the tip of his tongue but he bites it back. “I knew you’d find out eventually.” His eyes caress your body and there’s a look of longing lingering in his eyes; he seems to be contemplating something. “Fuck it, I’ve been waiting too long to do this.”

You barely have time to react as Jason lowers his face down to yours and kisses you; As soon as you realize what he’s doing, you kiss back.

His hands go to rest on your hips, as you slowly get pushed back into his desk behind you. When you hit the ledge of if, Jason lifts you onto its surface, and pulls back.

“I’ve wanted to do that since we were kids.” He says quietly.

You gently touch your lips, almost in disbelief. “I’ve been wanting you to do that since we were kids.”

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[thegainingdesk]

Borrowed

“Fuck!” I barked as hot coffee spilled down my front. This always seemed to happen when I wore a nice shirt, always when I had to meet clients, always on a fucking Tuesday. God I hated Tuesdays.

Fifteen minutes of frantic dabbing with wet paper towels later I sat slumped in my chair. Not only had I not managed to shift the coffee stain, but now I'd also made my shirt wet enough that my thick body hair was plainly visible through it.

“Maybe someone has a jumper?” Owen asked.

Sandra shook her head sadly. “We asked around,” she said. “The weather's been so lovely, not sure the last time anyone brought a jumper in. There's a couple in lost and found but…” She trailed off and lifted up two jumpers - one lurid pink with three kittens covered in glitter, the other a red Christmas jumper implying Santa was about to do unspeakable things to a reindeer.

“Not really the thing for a client meeting,” Owen said, making a small sucking noise through his teeth.

“Someone else is going to have to do it,” I said. “It's in ten minutes, there's no way my shirt will be dry in time.”

“I always keep a spare shirt or two in the stationery cupboard,” Graham said, appearing round the corner eating a donut. “It'll be a bit big for you though!” he added, slapping the firm ball gut that took up his torso.

I bit my lip. On one hand, I'd look absolutely ridiculous, my lanky frame swallowed up by a shirt intended for a man surely a hundred pounds or more heavier than me. On the other hand, I'd look more presentable than I currently did. And besides, it would be kind of hot to have real, tangible evidence of just how much bigger Graham was than me - okay, so forty-five year old obese dads aren't exactly everyone's fantasies, I can admit that, but for me, Graham was my dream man.

“Thanks Graham,” I said. “You’re a lifesaver.”

A minute later I was stood in our stationery cupboard holding up a piece of fabric I could use as a light blanket. The tag said 2XL and I thought about how Graham filled his shirts - gut straining gently at the seams, the hem riding up by the end of most days to reveal a wedge of hairy fat. There were some trousers as well, neatly folded beneath the shirt. I held the pair up to my waist and boggled at how much wider they were. I imagined filling up clothes so big and felt myself grow hard.

I peeled off my own wet, stained, size small shirt and hung it on the door handle to dry a little. I slipped my arms in Graham's shirt and buttoned up the front. The shirt swallowed me. The hem hung down below my crotch, the shoulder seam lined up somewhere along my upper arm, so that the cuff hung down past my thumb, the whole thing billowed around me. I pinched the fabric and held it out in front of me - it seemed like there was a foot of space left in every direction.

My cock throbbed. I checked the door was locked, then checked the time. I had a few minutes, and Sandra was already on delaying duty. I bunched the shirt up, unbuttoned my fly and pulled my aching cock out. I stroked rapidly, keen to finish in a timely fashion. I tried to imagine myself filling the shirt. How much bigger would I be? Would I be shaped like Graham, with a firm gut, or would I be softer, flabbier, wider? My left hand raked over my trim stomach and my breath hitched as I moved it away, out to where I'd held the shirt just a moment ago. I bit my lip to stop myself yelling out as I shot cum across the floor of the cupboard, and as it dribbled over my fist.

Hit by post-wank clarity, I immediately felt like an idiot. How did I think I was going to clean this up? I frantically grabbed my wet shirt and did my best to wipe up the thick cum on my right hand and cock, struggling a bit to get it out of my pubes and stopping it getting on my trousers or Graham’s shirt. Then I knelt down and wiped up the mess on the floor.

A knock on the door. “Just coming now!” I choked.

“The clients are here,” came Graham's voice through the door. “That shirt alright?”

I looked down at myself. I looked fucking ridiculous, like a child wearing his dad's suit for a play. “Yeah Graham, cheers. It's perfect.”

I wadded up my coffee and cum covered shirt and threw it into a corner that I hoped no-one would look in over the day. I tucked the excess fabric into the waistband and rolled up the sleeves, hoping the overall effect was “loose and casual” rather than “four sizes too big”.

-

I panted softly as I squelched my way into the office. When I woke up, the weather was blissful - bright sunshine, a little warm maybe, but with a light breeze to make it bearable, the sky clear apart from a couple of distant picturesque fluffy clouds completing the picture. Of course, once I was halfway to work, the heavens abruptly opened, necessitating me to run from my tube stop through torrential rain to my office.

My body wasn't exactly built for running these days. That day with Graham's shirt had flicked a switch somewhere deep in my brain, and since then my appetite and waistline had expanded in rapid conjunction. Now my soaking shirt clung to a round, soft gut, plump tits and wide love handles, and my damp trousers made my wide, plush thighs and fat pad uncomfortable.

I was met with noises of sympathy from my much more weather-prepared co-workers as I dripped across the floor, but couldn't fail to notice the whispers and pointing as soon as I passed. My weight gain wasn't exactly fresh office gossip at this point, but I'm sure it being highlighted by clinging wet clothes didn't exactly help matters. I sighed as I sat at my desk, the cold clothes against my skin making me shiver.

A shadow fell over me and I saw Graham stood meekly above me. “I've got some spare clothes,” he said quietly, looking around to see if anyone was listening. “I'm not sure if you, you know, if they'll fit or anything, but you're welcome to them if you like.”

I saw his eyes flick to my swollen gut and my heart jumped as I realised that Graham - Graham! The office fat guy! - wasn't sure who was bigger out of the two of us. I shuffled my legs slightly to adjust my hardening cock, but knew that my overhang would largely keep my arousal hidden.

“Oh, uh, yeah, thanks Graham, that would be great,” I thanked him. “I've actually borrowed your shirt before, you know,” I told him. “You wanting to keep it a secret all of a sudden?”

Graham grew more flustered. “It's not that,” he said. “I'm happy for people to borrow it whenever, you know. I figure it's best if there's a spare shirt around and at least if it fits the fattest- I mean, that is, if it fits me it… well.” He cleared his throat and looked around again. He lowered his voice further “I wasn't sure if you'd be happy to, you know, have people know you were borrowing my clothes. You know since…” He gestured feebly towards me and I felt my heart pump harder.

“That's fine Graham,” I said. “Thank you again.”

“If you ever want to talk to someone,” he said, not moving yet. “I get it, you know, the uh,” he shifted his feet nervously, “weight thing. I was probably about your age when I started to put on a bit, back when Vanessa had the twins and well… anyway. I just wanted to say that I know how it feels, and if you ever wanted to talk to someone who understands…”

“Thanks Graham,” I said. “For the shirt and the offer.” I stood up so that we were almost belly to belly. “I best go get changed.” Graham grinned and gave a small wave as he walked away.

I looked at the shirt on the hanger in front of me. Was I really the same size as Graham now? I'd certainly fantasized about the idea often enough, and the shirt in front of me looked… well, it looked normal. I thought back to that day a couple of years before when I was shocked at the size of Graham's clothes; now they looked the exact same as all the others I had hanging in my wardrobe at home.

I pulled off my damp clothes and put on the shirt. It fit perfectly - the collar wasn't too tight, the shoulder seams hit the right place, it tucked perfectly into my waistline. A little snug, perhaps, around my gut, but then most clothes did these days. The buttons were definitely straining more than they did around Graham's belly, weren't they? He'd have surely bought the next size up by now if this was how his shirts fit everyday.

I sucked in as I bent down to pick up the trousers, keen not to stress the buttons anymore and stood back up with a loud grunt. Advanced acrobatics like “bending over” and “standing back up” were getting a little strenuous these days. I looked in the waistband and froze. It was a 42 inch waist. I'd gotten rid of my last pair of 42s months ago, and in the meantime my 44s were starting to pinch painfully when I was particularly bloated. I looked back at my soaked trousers and imagined drying in them. These would have to do - maybe just for the morning until my clothes dried.

I had to suck in as I struggled to button the trousers, and immediately felt the familiar vice grip of too small clothes as I let my gut hang out fully. The fabric confined my legs and hips, making my torso explode out of the top like bread dough, and I could imagine the angry red marks I'd see once I took them off. The legs felt like skinny-fit jeans, all the way down to my calves. Surely Graham couldn't wear these? I didn't think I'd be able to sit down all day.

“Those forty-twos aren't too big, are they?” Graham asked when I gingerly came out the stationery cupboard, feeling like an overstuffed sausage casing come to life. “I only really use them if I'm feeling a bit bloated,” he explained.

I shook my head and gave a strained smile. “They'll stay up with a belt,” I said. I saw Graham's eyes flick down to the full-to-bursting fabric with no belt in sight.

He gave a thin smile. “Well then,” he said. “Glad I could help. You know where they are if you ever need them again.”

I was back in my own trousers by lunch, after promising Graham to buy him a new pair since I'd ripped the seat on his.

-

I licked the sugar and jam off my fingers as I walked up to Graham.

“Hey man,” I said, before stifling a belch. “I don't suppose I could borrow that spare shirt you keep?” I gestured down at my shirt, where jam from my donuts sat next to grease from that morning's sausage roll on the shelf of my gut. “Breakfast got a bit messy this morning.”

Graham’s eyes widened a touch and I could see him perform a series of mental calculations. “I've lost a little weight since the last time you borrowed a shirt,” he said after a moment. “I'm down to just plain old extra large these days.”

“It looked like the same shirt when I got some staples the other day,” I told him. “Maybe you just forgot to swap it out.”

He smiled weakly. “Ah, yeah, that's right,” he conceded. “Must not have brought in one of my new ones yet.” His eyes flicked down to the farthest extent of my gut, where its swell strained the buttons of my 4XL. “So you umm, I mean that is, if you think, but well.” He desperately reached for a polite way to tell me I was too fat for even the clothes that were too big for him. He lowered his voice. “Weren't you saying a while ago you shop at one of those plus-size shops these days? I never really went to those, even when I was, well, before I lost some weight.”

I grinned and shrugged. “Worth giving it a go, right buddy?” I slapped the top of my belly. “Us big guys are used to squeezing into places.”

He grimaced at the suggestion our sizes were comparable and gestured towards the cupboard where he kept his spare shirts. “Help yourself,” he mumbled.

I unbuttoned my own shirt and dropped it in a heap on the floor. I picked up Graham's from its hanger and held it out in front of me - did I really used to fit in clothes this small? I grunted as I bent down to pick up the trousers and held that out in front of my waist too - god they were narrow. My own hips were a good half foot wider, even while holding them like this. I'd have liked to have tried them on too, but they were a non-starter, I knew. A shame that I couldn't go all the way with my little game, but oh well.

I put the shirt on, even the shoulders a little too narrow to slip my arms into comfortably, and slowly started buttoning, my fat fingers slow and clumsy. The neck was a complete no go, fat oozing over the collar when I attempted. The buttons over my tits were snug, but broadly doable. The top of my gut - starting to become a real problem. At the very diameter of my soft ball gut the two sides were inches apart. Determined to make a show of myself in front of the office before I left in a few weeks, I sucked in as far as I could and tugged on the shirt hard. After a few moments of struggling, huffing and puffing all the buttons were precariously lodged into their respective holes.

I let my gut out slowly, so as not to tear any seams or send the buttons scattering. Even at the largest I dare let my gut hang out, I was still sucking in a little.

Every inch of fabric was filled with me, inflated to its limit. I could almost hear the cloth creaking. The buttons had huge ovals of hairy, dimpled skin showing between them. The bottom of the shirt hung around my heavy love handles like bread loaves and several inches of my gut hung clearly out the bottom. The waistband of my trousers were hidden beneath cascading fat, and my soft arse hung out at the top.

I grinned as I walked out the cupboard. “Cheers for the shirt Graham,” I called across the office. Disgusted and embarrassed faces turned towards me as they took in the sight of my morbidly obese body forced and squeezed into clothes meant for the merely clinically obese. I began walking towards Graham as I spoke, giving everyone a good view. “I don't think it's really going to work,” I said as I gestured towards my body. “I swear we used to be the same size?” I shrugged. “Ah well, I can cope with a couple of stains for today.”

Graham blushed bright red as I approached him, the only person forced to engage with the spectacle unfolding in front of everyone. “Oh well,” he said, staring resolutely at his computer screen.

A flash of a thought began to nucleate into an idea. Did I dare? I think I did. I made a show of wrinkling my nose a little and then- “ACHOO” - a not quite believable fake sneeze as I let my gut expand to its fullest extent. Two buttons pinged off the and I heard a small rip to my side.

“Oh god!” I feigned humiliation. “I'm so sorry Graham, your shirt! I'll buy you a new one!”

Graham paled. “That's fine,” he insisted. “Didn't fit anymore anyway, destined for the charity shop.”

“No, no,” I replied. I stroked my hand around my gut, feeling the contrast between strained fabric and exposed skin at the fresh tear in the shirt's side. “It's my fault and this spare shirt’s helped me out no end of times.” I pretended to ponder for a moment. “I swear it used to fit…”

My cock was rock hard beneath my gut as I returned to the stationery cupboard to put my own shirt on.

[mustainegf]

Ok hear me out

Having a bet with james and that leads to marathon sex

💙

This is SUCHH a good idea I love this so so much

It all started with a simple bet. James and I had been lounging around the apartment on a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind where the hours seem to stretch endlessly, and you find yourself inventing ways to entertain each other.

We had been playfully bickering over something trivial, who was the better cook, I think, and in a burst of competitive spirit, I challenged him to a cook-off, of sorts.

The winner would get to decide what the loser had to do.

We spent the next hour or so in the kitchen, trying to outdo each other with our culinary skills.

In the end, after much laughter and a few minor disasters, we called it a draw. But instead of ending the game there, James had a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Alright,” he said, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. “How about this: we see who can last longer in bed tonight. The loser has to do whatever the winner says for the entire day tomorrow.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, feeling a thrill of excitement at the challenge. “You’re on, Hetfield,” I replied, grinning.

When We finally climbed into bed, it wasn’t long before the playful banter turned into something much more heated.

James was always the dominant one in our dynamic, and tonight was no different. He pulled me close, his hands roaming over my body, and I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly.

“Ready to lose?” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and husky.

I laughed softly, running my fingers through his hair. “You wish.”

He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth with a need that left me breathless.

His hands moved with ease, stripping me of my clothes until I lay bare beneath him.

I could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my thigh, and I couldn’t help but reach down to stroke him, relishing the way he groaned at my touch.

James pulled away just long enough to shed his own clothes, and then he was back, his body pressing me into the mattress.

He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at me.

“You have no idea how much fun I’m gunna have with you,” he said, his voice rough with need.

I bit my lip, arching my back to press closer to him. “Then don’t keep me waiting.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement.

With a firm, steady thrust, he entered me, and I gasped at the sensation of him filling me completely.

James was big, and no matter how many times we did this, I always felt a delicious stretch as he pushed inside me.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move.

I couldn’t help but whine, the pleasure rising quickly with each thrust.

James set a relentless pace, his cock driving into me at a force that made my toes curl. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, and he responded by angling his hips just right to hit that perfect spot inside me.

“Fuck, James,” I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He grinned down at me, his expression one of smug satisfaction. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. James was relentless, to say the least, his thrusts hard and fast, the promise of release just out of reach.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss, and the added friction pushed me over the edge.

I came with a cry, my body tensing and then shuddering around him. But James didn’t stop. He kept moving, drawing out my orgasm until I was a quivering mess beneath him.

“That’s one point for me,” he murmured against my ear, his voice filled with smug satisfaction.

I laughed breathlessly, my fingers tangling in his hair. “You’re not done yet.”

“Not even close,” he replied, his hips still moving with that continuous force.

We kept going, the night dragging on as we tested each other’s limits.

James was tireless, his stamina seemingly endless, and I found myself giving in to the sex over and over again.

Every time I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more, he found a new way to push me further, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of my body.

At one point, he pulled me onto his lap, his hands guiding me as I rode him. The new angle forcing shakes of pleasure through me, and I could feel yet another orgasm building.

“Fuck, James,” I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Come on, baby. Show me how good you can be.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I moved faster, chasing that elusive high, and when it finally hit, I cried out his name, my body vibrating with the force of it.

We had both cum so many times now, we’d definitely need to change the sheets. My stomach and inner things were smothered with his cum.

Eventually he gave up on pulling out, releasing in my over and over. My legs shook as my own juices flows down my legs.

James didn’t stop. He flipped us over, pinning me beneath him as he pounded into me. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the slap of skin against skin and the low, throaty moans that escaped his lips.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I could only moan in response, my mind too foggy with pleasure to form coherent words. His cock drive into me perfectly.

“Tell me how much you love it,” he demanded, his voice rough.

“I love it,” I gasped, my nails clawing into his back. “I love you.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, his pace never faltering.

We lost track of time, the hours blending together as we gave in countless times.

He was utterly insatiable, his need for me evident in every pump, every touch, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

By the time the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, we were a knot of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat.

James had collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy, and I could feel the pleasant ache of satisfaction in every muscle.

He turned his head to look at me, a lazy smile on his lips. “I think it’s safe to say we both won. I think I lost count…”

I laughed softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “I think you’re right.”

James pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me as we settled into a comfortable silence. There was no need for words, no need to declare a winner.

I was perfectly content to stay right where I was, wrapped in the arms of the man I loved.

[zenxvii]

character: go kyung-jun x fem!reader

kdrama: night has come

!!: thoughts are in italics

🫶🏻: childhood friends, protective go kyung-jun, friends to lovers

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y/n had just got out of her room walking around the halls. She wanted to get out of this hellhole as soon as se could, she couldn’t bear to see anymore of her classmates die.

Passing by rooms she knew where se exactly wanted to go. She had walked towards the cafe in the building not knowing all the trouble inside it.

- y/n pov

I had wandered through the halls and got closer to to the cafe. I heard lots of voices from there so I quickened my steps. There was lot of people standing there and in the middle there was Hyun-Ho fighting with Kyung-Jun.

“What the fuck is going on.” I whispered to myself noticing it didn’t catch anyones ears.

Kyung-Jun had roughly pushed Hyun-Ho and he slammed against the wall. “Alright! Isn’t this enough now!” I said strongly and went to push Kyung-Jun away from the other man.

“You stay here.” I told him and went to help Hyun-Ho up. “You okay?” I asked him as I helped him up. He nodded at me and gave me a smile.

I could feel Kyung-Juns burning a hole onto me head, but I didn’t mind it. “I don’t get it. Why do you guys have to fight at a time like this.” I breathed out and shook my head.

“y/n’s right.” Our class president agreed with me. “We should go now.” He continued and mentioned that we should go downstairs and meet everyone in there.

I watched them leave and Kyung-Jun slumped on a chair and kicked the table. I sighed and exited the cafe and went to a girls bathroom to look for a medkit.

Once I returned to the cafe I saw Jin-ha and Seung-Bin also sitting around the table. “You idiots.” I said and their gazes turned to me. I sat on a chair next to Kyung-Jun and gently pulled his chin between my fingers.

“Why do you start fights.” I asked him and started to clean his wounds. He didn’t answer but hissed each time the wound pained him. I just sighed and cleaned his wounds.

After cleaning his wounds I turned to Jin-Ha who was on next chair next to me. “Head this way.” I told him and he turned his head to me. I started to clean his wounds but then someone yanked my hand back.

“He can clean his own wounds.” Kyung-Jun told me but I didn’t listen and yanked my hand back. “Don’t get in my nerves now. I bet you guy started the fight but let me help out a little.” I said and turned my attention back to Jin-ha.

I don’t get why was Kyung-Jun like this. When we were young he wasn’t violent he was kind. I miss the old him who wouldn’t just throw fists around. But I do love this Kyung-Jun, he treats me well. I’ve tried to told him to stop fighting but he still hasn’t, maybe someday.

Kyung-Jun had stayed silent as I cleaned the duo’s wounds. “All done. Now stop doing unnecessary shit like this, you’ll just draw suspicious to your way.” I said and shook my head and the trio just stayed silent not matching my gaze.

“Let’s go then.” I told then and got up. Jin-Ha and Seung-Bin got up as well but Kyung-Jun just sat there. “You two go ahead.” He told them and they just obeyed and left. Leaving me and my cranky boyfriend in the cafe.

“What is-“ “Do you love me?” I started to ask but got cut off by Kyung-Juns question. Do I love him? Of course I do.

“Of course I do. You know it.” I told him snd walked up to him. “It didn’t seem so.” He said and made eye contact. “What do you mean “it didn’t seen so’” I quoted him “Why did you go at Hyun-Ho first when I’m your loved.” He said and that’s when I knew what was up.

“Are you jealous?” I teased him and he sighed. “Of course. That jock freak has liked you for a long time now.” He said face turning into anger. Huhhh?? Hyun-Ho likes me?? Well damn.

“We both know I only love you.” I said and sat down next to him taking his hand onto mine and squeezing it a bit. “I love you.” I told him again.

He gave me s faint smile before standing up and pulling me into a hug. “I’ll make sure we get both out of here. Together.” He reassured me. And I nodded to his chest.

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Few nights later

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We were at a swimming pool looking around. I felt like it was pointless but I didn’t give up, I believed Yoon-Seo she was one of my best friends.

I was all the way back almost other side of the room and I heard people talking bit then I thought I saw something in the water.

I crouched down and tried to look again, but I couldn’t see anything anymore. Weird. I tried to look around with my hand and putted it in the water moving it around a bit.

Nothing. I started to get up but then felt a strong tug and I was face first in the water. I gasped and water filled my lungs as I tried to swim back to the surface. I got back to the surface and started coughing and saw Kyung-Jun and everyone else running to the side I was on.

“y/n!” He screamed as he reached me and extended his hand. “I’m okay..” I said and tried to grab his hand but then something tugged me again and I was underwater unable to swim back up.

I heard a splash and felt arms wrap around but my vision was blurry. I gasped for air when I was back up and started coughing hard.

I was in Kyung-Juns arms and Jun-Ha pulled me up as Kyung-Jun tried to lift me. I got on the floor still coughing and people gathered around me. Kyung-Jun basically jumped out of water and came to me.

“What happened?!”

“Are you alright!”

I was getting bombed with questions. “I..” I tried to speak but nothing came out. “Shut up!” Kyung-Jun shouted at everyone l. “Leave her be. She needs to rest!” He said and picked me up in a bridal style and started walk away.

“Message the plan then. Now I’m taking care of my woman.” He said and walked away leaving everyone behind.

He took me to a room and wrapped a towel around me. “I thought I was gonna die.” I told him and felt tears starting to form. “But you’re not. I don’t know what happened but from bow on I’ll protect you always.” He said and wrapped his arms around me.

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End🙏🏻

What did tug y/n😨 Could it be the ghost..🥶

[captainsophiestark]

Take A Break

Javi Rivera x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Twisters

Summary: As part of Kate's original crew of tornado-tamers, you're as much of a workaholic as she is. Thankfully, Javi's around to help pull his girlfriend out of her notes when she really needs a break.

Word Count: 1,123

Category: Fluff, Humor, kind of angst just because of what happens to the original crew, but you can easily pretend that doesn't happen in the timeline of this fic :)

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Hey, enough work for tonight. Come join the party with the rest of us."

I smiled to myself as I made a few last notes off the computer screen. I knew Jeb was mostly talking to Kate, but I also knew that if I stayed here and tried to keep working after he managed to get Kate to take a break, my boyfriend wouldn't be far behind to literally drag me away from my notes.

I scribbled down a few last things as Jeb herded Kate away to the campfire, then started the process of shutting down my computer. Just as the last program finished closing, two arms wrapped tightly around my waist and picked me up, pulling me away from my work at the back of the truck.

"Javi!" I squealed, laughing as he slung me over one shoulder and started heading for the campfire.

"Yeah babe?"

"I was about to head over!"

"Oh yeah, I've heard that one before. Sorry, I know you too well. I know how fast another minute can turn into another hour. I care about this project as much as you do, but you need to take a break."

I sighed, rolling my eyes even though Javi couldn't see me. Even so, I couldn't totally hold back a smile.

"You know, Jeb just came and threw an arm around Kate."

"That's because Jeb lacks commitment," Javi responded as we neared the fire with the rest of our friends. He made sure to speak loudly enough that Jeb could hear him, too. "And because Kate's easier to convince than you are."

I scoffed, but the impact was lessened as Javi flopped into one of the chairs around the fire, pulling me around to sit in his lap in one smooth move. I shook my head and grinned up at him once we landed.

"You don't want your own chair?"

"My girl's had her head in her work, completely ignoring me for hours. No, I don't want my own chair."

I laughed, snuggling in closer to Javi and resting my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around me, and I smiled to see the rest of our friends settled comfortably around the fire, too.

"Glad you could finally join us!" called Praveen, Addy grinning beside him. I grinned right back.

"Don't act like I'm the only workaholic in this group," I said, fake-scowling as I curled closer into Javi's side. "You're all just as bad as I am. That's why we're friends."

"Alright, I resent the implicaiton that I don't know how to have a healthy work-life balance," said Javi, drawling his words a little as he held up his hands on either side of me to help illustrate his point. "I know how to have fun and how to work my ass off with Dorothy."

I twisted in Javi's lap to look up at him with a frown.

"Is it a healthy work-life balance to go way too hard on work and fun?"

He just looked down at me with a grin, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling back with the same roguish smile.

"Hell yeah it is."

I just laughed and shook my head, leaning back on his shoulder as he tigthened his arms around me.

"Alright, whatever you say. I guess that's what college is for anyway, even if it's grad school."

"We're making memories. We have to have something to say when we're being interviewed for our incredible scientific breakthrough. Some good memories for the memoir."

"He's right," Jeb chimed in, leaning back and stretching his arm out across Kate's chair. "Most people won't want to hear that we spent every hour of every day in the lab. They want to know the people behind the science."

"I don't think any of the journals we want to publish in are going to care about who we are outside of the lab," Kate countered, flopping back against Jeb. "Or the people reading our grant proposals."

"Still works for the long-term headlines," Addy chimed in. "'Brilliant scientists tame the tornado, protecting the home where they spent countless nights together'."

"I think that's a little long," mused Kate.

"It makes it sound like we were all sleeping with each other or something," I added.

"Yeah, that's just the two sets of lovebirds over there," Praveen added.

Kate and Jeb smiled, Kate tucking her head into Jeb's shoulder, and I shot Praveen a wink before leaning up to give Javi a quick kiss. Praveen and Addy liked to make a big show of covering their eyes and shouting at any sign of PDA, but we knew it was all in good fun. They loved the four of us, both separately and as couples, even if they'd both developed strong ten minute comedy sets on the fact that they weren't dating each other or anyone else in our little group.

"Alright, enough of this," Kate said, leaning forward and raising an eyebrow. "I came over here with the promise of s'mores. So where are they?"

"Javi packed them," said Jeb, nodding in our direction. Javi shifted under me, settling further into the chair and wrapping his arms a little tighter around me.

"They're in the back of the van, but somebody else is gonna have to get them. I'm settled in here, and if I don't keep an eye on this one, she might just run right back to her computers."

Most of our friends rolled their eyes, but even so, Addy stood up.

"Lucky for both of you, I want s'mores enough that I'm willing to get up and take one for the team."

"Thank you, Addy," we chorused. She just waved us off with a smile. I waited until she passed Javi and I and got all the way to the truck, then leaned up to whisper in my boyfriend's ear.

"You absolutely know I wouldn't choose computers over s'mores. Probably ever."

"Of course I know," Javi said, leaning down to whisper in my ear with a smile, nuzzling into the crook of my shoulder. "But I'm enjoying sitting with you like this. We're too comfortable to be getting up for s'mores when we have friends that'll take care of that for us."

I laughed, nodding and resting my forehead against his.

"You're right. Genius decision."

"I know."

We shared a smile, one of Javi's hands gently squeezing my thigh as I leaned in to give him another quick kiss. Sitting by the fire with him, surrounded by all our friends, was my absolute favorite happy place. It made all the work and risk and long nights spent huddled over calculations and theories worth it, to be able to do it with Javi and the rest of our crew.

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[alexa-fika]

Alright! Second attempt at asking for a borrower reader x whitebeard or red haired pirates. I recommend in order to write it see some scenes from the movie arriety 👍

(I didn't have the heart to tell you that the mouse one was somewhat wrong- but I swear I still loved it- ♡)

As always take care of yourself because you have a bunch of readers to feed stories too

Tiny Stowaway (Shanks x gn!Borrower!reader x Benn Beckmann)

A/N this is getting old but im sorry for being late and im sorry this is probably not what you were expecting, it’s not good at all 😭 and again like I mentioned before I kind of new I was straying away from Arriety on my previous attempt but I got to into it to back up so hopefully this makes up for it

Update: I edit it a little and I like it more, do you guys think it’s good?

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/Saradika

“This should be enough,” they sighed, taking one last piece of food and placing it on their satchel, ready to head back to the hideout

“At first, I thought I was simply misplacing things,” a deep voice rumbled behind them

“But it seems we have a thief aboard.”

“I'm not a thief.”

He hums, taking a seat on a stool nearby as he took the small being in

“What would you call taking from our supplies?”

“Borrowing”

“Seems we have different views as to what qualifies as borrowing.”

“What are you going to do with me?”

“I will leave it up to Shanks,” he said, putting a jar next to them

“You can’t be serious,” They exclaimed, taking a glance at the jar with a scowl and looking back at the man

“Quite”

“You expect me to get into a cage on my own will?”

“You won’t like the other option.”

“And that is?”

“I will have to put you in it myself, can’t promise I ‘ll be gentle.”

“Gentleman, aren’t you?” they hiss defeatedly, walking to the jar, stumbling as the man flipped it upright as they did

“Never said I was; I’m a pirate”

“Is it a dwarf?” Yassop question

“I'm not a dwarf im a borrower!” They exclaimed, smacking the jar angrily as they only received a laugh from the sniper

“Well, Well who would have thought?” Shanks spoke, smiling as he leaned his head against his hand and observed the tiny human

“All this time, I thought we were just partying too hard,” he laughed, his crew following suit

“You do party too hard; you should lay off the alcohol take things more seriously.”

“You are hardly in a position to be giving suggestions, Mx Borrower,” Hongo piped in, giving said person a sideglance as he continued downing his drink

“What are you going to do with me?” They repeat

“Hmm, hard to say, not like we can let you go, little mx

We can have you help with some tasks around the ship; your size limits the option, but I'm sure my men can find something for you to help with.”

“Who said I was going to help you? Why would I?

“Hmm? Well, I assumed you didn’t want to stay trapped there,” he commented with a lopsided smile as he tapped the jar

“Ah, was I wrong?”

“Fine”

How can I make it better guys? Holo is this closer PLEASE CALL ME OUT IF IT’s NOT AND TELL ME HOW TO MAKE IT BETTER

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[xetswan]

Twilight- Mortality: Chapter Two, Last Time

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[One] [Two] [Three]

I go down to the wedding, helping Emmett and Jasper usher people to their seats. Introducing myself to people.

I wave over to the Denali sisters, Tanya grins back giving me a bigger wave than the other two. I then hear familiar voices behind me in the seats.

"They have got to be related." Eric speaks up. "What a gene pool." Mike comments. I can tell they're talking about the Denali's.

"Seriously. You got some... drool." Jessica points around her mouth and I quietly snicker since they don't realize I'm right in front of them listening. "I mean, [Name] truly fits in here. She had a huge glow up before graduation it was so weird." Eric hums out. "Talking about drool." Mike rolls his eyes.

"So, you think Bella's gonna be showing?" Jessica asks them. "Jess, she is not pregnant." Angela stands up for my sister. "Okay, who else gets married at 18?"

"People in love, I'm just guessing here though." I finally say something, watching Jessica jump. "Oh, [Name]. Hey..." She awkwardly laughs. "Hey," I slightly frown.

"Hey Angela, we so need to catch up after the ceremony." I smile to her, rubbing her shoulder before walking over to Jasper.

"Everyone is seated." He tells me in a hushed tone. "Alright, let's go find our lover." I take his hand. Walking towards the front where we were told our seats were. Mine being next to my mom and dad. Charlie obviously has to walk Bella down the aisle first. Alice and Jasper joined me on the brides side as the others were on the grooms for Edward.

The music begins after everyone is sat down and kind of chilled out. Everyone standing back up in formation. Looking down the aisle to my sister who is holding onto our dad.

I hold onto Alice's hand as Bella is making her way to Edward.

My eyes water at the sight. Knowing that after her honeymoon comes she will be a different Bella. She won't be the same sister I grew up with. I then hear my mom whisper something and then grab my other hand. Squeezing it while also crying herself. But for different reasons than my own.

Once Bella reaches her man, Charlie gives her over and he joins us. Sitting down next to my mom we all sit down ourselves.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here on this glorious day to witness the union of Edward Cullen and Bella Swan. Please repeat after me." The minister speaks to everyone then to the couple.

Throughout the vows, the deeper they get the more I begin to panic thinking about everything. I feel myself sweating and I had to let go of my mom's hand knowing that it was going to feel like a fever or worse to her.

Alice knew what was happening and held my hand tighter.

Once they get to the I do's then kiss in front of one another. My final tear falls and I wipe it. Standing up to clap for them.

After that they begin to talk to everyone. Since the conversations start I immediately rush off, Alice and Jasper following after me, saying something to my parents for me. I feel my body heating up and the panic from earlier has now set into a panic attack. My body not knowing what to do.

"Hey, my love, my love. You're okay." Alice attempts to reassure me, holding my face up as I shake my hands to try and calm down. "Look at Jasper, just look at Jasper." She grips my cheeks to keep my face up. My eyes forcing their way to make eye contact with him. He's already trying to take my panic away replacing it with a calm feeling. It sort of helps, I feel my heart rate drop down.

"Your eyes are turning colors." Alice furrows her eyebrows. "I'm wearing contacts." I scrunch my face in confusion. "Behind the contacts, they're changing." She whispers. "That... that doesn't make sense." I respond in the same tone.

Weirdly, even though I'm being told there's a new thing about my eyes. I finally feel calm. Calm enough at least. I shake my head knowing this isn't the time to deal with my problems right now.

"We'll have to deal with it later. We need to go to the reception. I have a speech to do." I take a deep breath, cleaning myself off. "Sorry for this." I motion to everything.

I begin to walk away but Alice stops me. "Don't apologize, you know we're here for you whenever you need us." She assures me, I nod my head. "This is my sister and Edward's day. Please let's finish this later." I plead with her, attempting to walk off once again this time they don't stop me.

They follow closely behind and we go to the area where we set up the reception. Everyone already there. I go over to the food checking it all out. Both of my lovers on either side of me. Jasper keeping an arm around my waist as Alice holds my hand. The two talk to everyone who comes our way. I try to keep up with all the conversations. My mind elsewhere of course.

My eye color changing... What did she mean by that? Whatever it is I just hope this change isn't as painful as the last two.

At that point I would just wish for death from the Volturi.

The two guide me to different areas, well bringing me with them where ever they go. Alice lets go of my hand and Jasper brings me to his side even more.

I glance up at him confused on why. "Just thought it'd be bigger." I hear from beside me. "Yeah." I look over and see Jessica and Eric talking about the wedding cake.

I then see Alice walking over to them. "Hi!" Jessica immediately puts on a fake persona. "Hi, guys." She smiles at them. "We were just saying how pretty everything is, you know, just saying." Jessica tells Alice. I suck in my cheeks, trying not to call her out for lying.

Jasper squeezes my side with his hand. Warning me to not do what I was thinking. I squeeze his hand back, assuring him I'm not going anywhere. "Well, thanks so much. You don't think it's too much?" Alice tilts her head to the side.

"No. Not at all." Eric shakes his head. "No. No." Jessica joins in.

I take a breath in, looking around the wedding. Noticing that Jacob still hasn't shown up. I know it must disappoint Bella but I understand why he's not here.

After finishing up a few more greetings and talks, we all get our food and sit down for the toasts. Jasper and Alice on either side of me at our assigned table.

I fix the jacket of my pantsuit. "Excuse me." Emmett begins, tapping on the mic. Standing on a little stage. "Is this on? Hello? Umm, I'd like to propose a toast. To my new sister. Bella, I hope you've gotten enough sleep these last 18 years. 'Cause you won't be getting any more for a while." He laughs whilst everyone else stares at him awkwardly. The Cullens of course find it humorous. Even Bella and Edward as they try to hide their smiles. I felt my body cringe at it though. It was funny but seeing Renee and Charlie's horrified expressions was too much.

The next persons to walk up on the stage is Jessica and I stiffen up. "Well, Bella was just like everybody else, totally mesmerized by Edward. Or "The Hair" as I call him. And then, suddenly, Edward is all about Bella. Even though she's not that captain of the volleyball team." There's only awkward chuckles in response so she kind of back tracks. "I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding. Or the president of the student council." I go to stand up but Alice roughly sits me back down. I suck in air loudly.

She finally gets off the stage and Charlie gets up. "Edward will be a good husband. I know this because I'm a cop. I know things. Like how to hunt somebody to the ends of the Earth." The guests all laugh and he looks over to me. I smile and give him a thumbs up. "And I know how to use a gun." He adds. Bella and I shake our heads laughing.

Alice goes up, I cheer for her as she goes up. "Now that you're my sister, you'll have to get over your aversion to fashion. Like your own sister did." They all laugh as I stand up and show my outfit off. Knowing that's exactly what Alice wanted me to do. They cheer for the pantsuit.

"Skirts, heels, handbags...." Alice continues. Before she can really go on about fashion Jasper and I have to get her off the stage.

Renee goes up, "I used to sing this to you... and [Name] when you two were just itty bitty." She takes a breath. "Go to sleep, my love. Go to sleep. When you wake you'll see me." She sings and I scrunch my nose. A little embarrassed. I look over to Bella who has the same expression as me.

After our mom exits the stage, Esme replaces her. "I'd like to thank Renee and Charlie for bringing such a wonderful person... well Two wonderful persons into the world. And into our lives. We will cherish them and protect them forever." Esme smiles to Bella and I's parents.

I look over to Edward and he motions for me to go since his is last. I stand up, clearing my throat as I step onto the stage. "Bella, my older sister. Might as well be my younger sister due to how clumsy you are. Having to protect you from people to inanimate objects." Everyone laughs, Bella smiles at me. I choke up on my next words but somehow get them out. "I'm so proud of you and Edward. How far your relationship has grown into such a beautiful thing. I wish nothing but the best for my sister. My wishes came true and Edward appeared. Thank you, Edward." I nod my head to him, he does the same with a small smile. "I love you both very much." I walk off the stage. I see Bella wiping a tear from her eye. I didn't expect that reaction but as long as they aren't sad tears.

Finally for the last toast, Edward stands in front of the mic. "It's an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can barely your soul to. And who will accept you for what you are. I've been waiting, what seems like a very long time, to get beyond what aI am. And with Bella, I feel like I can finally begin. So, I'd like to propose a toast to my beautiful bride. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But let's start with forever." Edward cheers to his bride who takes every word in. The guests seem to have been grasping onto the words that left his mouth as well.

That's when we finally got to stand back up, enjoy the rest of the night before reality hits us once again.

I watch as Alice and Jasper dance on the floor. My arms crossed tightly against my chest as I'm stuck in thought. I wonder how we were ever going to get married. How our forever is going to go. The three of us.

"[Name]," I get startled out of my thoughts, I look over to see Angela. "Oh, hey Ang." I give a polite smile. "You look beautiful tonight." She tells me, I glance down at my outfit then to her brown dress. "So do you." I nudge her arm. "How are you and Eric doing?" I ask her, moving the conversation. "Oh, we're good. I guess. How about you and them two?" She points to my lovers who are still dancing. Enjoying themselves.

I smile brightly. "We're doing pretty good. Not marriage level yet but almost there." I half-heartedly joke.

"That's amazing." She hums. It goes quiet between us. This might be one of our last times talking to one another. Angela was always a really good friend to me. "Want to go someplace quiet and chat?" I offer, I watch her eyebrows twitch as if she was confused but then she smiles. "That would be great, let's go!" She then follows my lead. I take her to the front of the house where the porch is.

We both sit down. She tells me how college is slightly worrying for her. She's ready to go but at the same time so many things will be different. Along with her relationship with Eric. I lie to her about what I'll be doing since high school is over. Telling her how Alice, Jasper and I will be traveling in Europe.

We don't actually have many plans to be doing that. Just moving someplace else.

"You know something really weird?" She suddenly changes the topic. I tilt my head, basically telling her to continue. "I thought I liked you... romantically at one point when I first met you." She tells me, my eyes go wide. I go to say something but my words feel stuck in my throat. "You don't have to feel any type of way about that. I was confused. I just wanted to tell you because I find it a little funny now. A lot of people had a thing for you in high school." She informs me and I furrow my eyebrows.

"What?" I laugh out. "Yeah, you intimidated a lot of people but they liked you too. It was funny." She sighs out a small laugh. "That's so... weird but ego boasting?" I giggle out because I don't know what else to do. "I kind of guessed you had a thing for me... I played along with it a little bit. Before Alice and Jasper came into my life fully. I thought I probably liked you as well." I rub the back of my neck. This time her eyes go wide. "Really?"

"Yeah..." I frown, looking off to the people who are all talking near the porch. Walking by. "Well now we're both living our best lives." I say, taking her hand in mine. "I wish you the best with college and with Eric." I stand up. "I should go find Ally and Jas. We should get lunch or something on one of your breaks if I'm still in the state." I offer, knowing she has my phone number along with my email since we had to do projects together before for our senior year.

"Yeah I wish you the best with everything too. That sounds like a plan." She nervously nodded, then pulling me into a hug.

She lets me go and I leave the porch. I thought she'd be behind me for a little bit but it looks like she stayed on the porch.

I guess if Alice and Jasper never showed up she would've been the person I went for. If the world was normal and I was only ever human. Experiencing mortality like everyone else. No past lives... No vampires, wolves or hybrid bullshit.

A mortal life with Angela... What our life would've been is a mystery that will always stay one.

If the Cullens never showed Bella would never beg to become a Vampire, ruin her mortality, her future with our family. If the Cullens never showed up, if they never existed. If they died when they were supposed to. Maybe Bella and I would have normal fights. Normal conversations.

"[Name]! Where have you been!?" Emmett points over to me, a cup in his hand that looks like alcohol. "Talking with a friend." I tell him, he raises a brow but brings me into an embrace. "Well we missed you." He brings me over to the dance floor where Alice, Jasper, and Rosalie were all dancing together. "I was only gone about an hour." I laugh, shoving him off of me. He huffs out, holding his chest. His drink slightly spilt.

"Longest hour of my life having to listen to a jealous Alice." Rosalie rolls her eyes playfully, nudging Alice whose face looks panicked all of a sudden. "I was not jealous." She disagrees instantly. "She was so jealous." Emmett "whispers", not very good though because Alice was glaring daggers at him.

But if the Cullens didn't exist. I wouldn't have these moments, and I wouldn't trade them for the world.

Jasper pulls me into his arms, dancing with me. Alice then twirling me away from his arms. Rosalie even jumping into the dance. Emmett drunkenly swaying with the drink in his hand still.

Bella and Edward walk out of the house with their suitcases. I take their bags and help my dad put them away. I overhear my mom talk to Bella.

"So, he really won't tell you where he's taking you?" She asks Bella who shakes her head. "No, it's a surprise."

"Well, wear a hat. Sunscreen. Take care of yourself." Renee reminds my sister. "I will."

"Okay." She hugs Bella who hugs back tightly. "I love you, Bella."

"I love you." She responds. "So much." Renee adds.

"Thank you."

"Everything's packed and ready to go." Charlie tells them, I stand off to the side now with my mom. Waiting my turn. "Cool." Bella says. "Oh, we're gonna go see him." She points over to Edward. We walk over to the groom. My mom talking his head off. trying to know where he's taking her eldest daughter. He won't budge though. I of course know. I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone outside of the Cullen family and Bella.

I hear that Bella and my dad's conversation is over I head over to my sister. "Hey, I want a call before..." I trail off, she knows immediately what I'm talking about and she nods her head. "Of course." She pulls me into a hug and I begin to tear up.

My last time seeing her as a human. I squeeze a little tighter but then I hear a crack and let go quickly. "Sorry." I mumble. "It's okay. I love you." She gives me one last hug then heading over to her husband.

"You ready?" Edward asks. "Yeah, I'm ready."

And then they leave. And the panic begins back up in my chest. I swallow it down.

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can you do uzui x reader where yn hade a miscarriage and is in a depressive state thank you

Miscarry

Uzui Tengen x fem!Reader

ANGST, mentions of miscarriage, implied relationship with the other 3 wives, mentions of depression/depressive thoughts, mentions of blood.

First person pov

The day was crisp and the air was fragrant with the smell of freshly bloomed cherry blossoms. It was a perfect day to go walking around the large estate that my husband and my wives and I live at. I’m currently four months pregnant with a baby. All of us are excited for them. I’m the first one of the girls to get pregnant by Lord Tengen. He’s been such a caring husband to be over the course of these four months. I know I have sometime to go, but I’m already so in love with them.

The sun was beginning to set and the vibrant colors of the day were shining through like a glorious painting. I always loved the sunset it made me appreciate the day before the night. For night was when the demons come, but my husband is a hashira, so I have nothing for fear. He was not home and neither were my wives at the moment. The only ones here were me and our housekeeper that my husband payed to stay over to keep and eye on me. Her name was She’s an older woman who has been working for us for a few years. She’s had children of her own and had even given me a few tips for when my child comes to this world. So I was thankful for her being there with me.

I began walking back to my beautiful home when our cat Mochi ran underneath my feet causing me to trip. Using my reflexes I caught myself before I fell on my stomach but the fall was still painful because I fell on the sharp rocks that lay around my house.

“Damn cat, you’re lucky you’re cute and I love you.” I exclaimed to Mochi

“Lady Y/N are you alright?” Mrs. Misaki exclaimed as she ran down the steps to help me up.

“I’m quite alright the cat ran underneath my feet, but I caught myself.” I assured her

“I’m very glad you caught yourself, but you need to be more careful.” She sternly told me as her hand touched my belly gently.

“Yes Mrs. Misaki I promise I will.” I said smiling at her protectiveness.

“Come on in I made us dinner.” She said as she began walking to the house with her hand holding mine.

We walked hand in hand into the home. She promptly sat me down and told me she’d be right back with dinner. I asked her if I could help as she was and older woman and I am still able to do things without it being difficult for me. She told me that I’m doing enough just by carrying the child. I thanked her for her kindness and watched her walk into the kitchen. A few moments later she returned with our food of rice, seaweed soup, and stewed chicken. We have thanks and began eating our food. I began to feel slightly ill, but I dismissed that because being pregnant has been throwing me off lately.

“Lady Y/N, you look pale I think it’s best that you go get some rest.” Mrs. Misaki suggested in a motherly tone.

“As good as this food is, I think you’re right.” I sighed

“Let me help you up dear. And don’t worry about the food, I can heat it up for you later.” She spoke with a smile.

She then got up and helped me out of my chair. I felt lightheaded and the room was spinning slightly. And my knees buckled and I fell into her arms shaking slightly.

“Oh dear!” Mrs. Misaki said sadly as she looked down at my legs.

“What is it?” I questioned nervously

“We need to get you into the tub right now my Lady, it’s urgent.” She said pulling me towards the bathroom.

“Why what’s going on?” I said while looking into her eyes.

“My Lady, you are bleeding heavily and you need to get in the tub.” She persisted and we made our way into the bathroom.

She then undressed me and sat me in our tub. I then saw the blood pooling at my feet. My heat was racing and I felt the sweat beginning to kiss my face. My vision began to blur. Mrs. Misaki was trying to talk to me but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. I felt myself slipping out of consciousness with the only thought in my mind…my baby.

The Next Morning

“Y/n…Y/n…Y/N..” I hear a voice next to me say.

I open my eyes to be greeted by my wives all sitting next to the bed. The all looked just as beautiful as always except their normals cheerful faces held a pained look on them. This caused me to worry. Did our husband get hurt? Did the mission go south? All my thoughts were interrupted when my husband came in the room along with Mrs. Misaki.

“Lord Tengen is everything okay?” I questioned as my words came out weakly.

“I’m so sorry love. I just need you to know that this isn’t your fault and from what Mrs. Misaki says this just happens. I’m just so sorry that it happened to you.” He spoke to me. He then leaned forward and kissed my head with such tenderness that my eyes began to tear up. I was still confused on what what going on. My mind still a blur from the night before.

“What’s going on. Can someone please tell me? Is the baby okay.” I questioned looking at my family.

“Y/N I’m so sorry, love. But you had a miscarriage. The baby is gone.” Hina said wrapping her arms around me.

“What!” I examined. My mind spinning.

“Lady Y/N, please you need to calm yourself.” Mrs. Misaki pleated.

“How could this have happened? What did I do wrong?” I exclaimed frantically looking for answers.

“Love it wasn’t your fault. Please you need to understand that.” Suma said tears pouring out of her face.

“Exactly, it’s going to be okay. We are all here for you.” Makio reassured.

“I killed my baby.” I whispered

“No sweetheart you didn’t.” Tengen spoke shedding a tear. His hand made its way to my face stroking it gently.

“Yes I did!” I exclaimed smacking his hand away.

“Y/N please this isn’t your fault.” He urgently said.

“Please go away all of you.” I said as I turned away from them and buried my face into the bed. My tears were flowing hard and I chocked a sob. My heart ached knowing that my baby wasn’t alive anymore.

One Month Later

My baby was gone and I’m no longer a mother. Everyone has told me that it wasn’t my fault and that I didn’t kill the baby, but I can’t help but feel like I did. I hated myself for it. I don’t eat anymore and I can’t sleep as much. My hair is less full as before and I think I’ve lost a lot of weight. Everyday feels the same since we all buried the baby, which is also the last time I left the house. Their grave is next to my husbands siblings at the Uzui family shrine. I haven’t gone to visit my baby’s grave. I’m too ashamed to show myself there. Mrs. Misaki has been working overtime making sure I’m okay and eating. My lovers have been too, but all I want to be is alone. I don’t wish to see anyone, especially my husband. I’m the reason he won’t have a child to hold soon. I know the others can get pregnant, but it’s dangerous with their line of work right now. I came from a merchant family and one day Uzui and I met and soon I found myself married to him and his beautiful wives.

The pit of guilt in my stomach grew. They took me in and kept me safe and took care of me. And I couldn’t even keep a baby alive. My eyes were so puffy and tired from all the crying I’ve done that I burns to cry now. Turning over, I curled up in a ball placing a hand over my empty stomach longing for my baby.

“Love?” I hear the sweet voice of my wife Hina.

“I brought you some food. Please eat something you need to regain back your strength.” She said placing the tray of food on the bedside table. She then placed her hand in my hair stroking it affectionately.

“Not hungry.” I grumbled

“Okay, well I’ll leave it right here for when you are. It’s just some rice and vegetables.” She spoke

“Thank you.” I responded feeling bad for not speaking that much with her.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I just need you to know that I love you so much. I loved the baby too, we all did. I’m just so sorry that you had to go through that. I’m here for you whenever you need. I’ll let you get some rest. Please eat something.” She spoke sincerely as she got up to leave.

“I love you too Hina.” I whispered hoping she’d hear it.

Two Months Later

I’ve begun to heal more after losing my baby. I’ve gained a little bit more weight due to my wives and Mrs. Misaki’s pestering. I still feel like it’s my fault, but that thought is no longer an all consuming one. I still long for my baby. I never knew their gender or held them. I never even gave them a name. I guess you can say I miss someone I’ve never even met. I decided to go out and enjoy the morning. I glanced around my room to see my lovers sleeping next to me on their beds. Quietly, I got up and walked outside. It was still too early for Mrs.Misaki to come to our home, so I was essentially alone until my lovers woke up.

I breathed in the fresh dewy morning air. Letting rising sun kiss my face and the chilly air nip at my skin. Shedding a few tears down my face, I thought about my baby. Still wishing they were alive. I took a deep breath and looked up at the sky smiling. I wondered if my child was there being taken care of. I then heard footsteps and I looked to see who they belonged to. To my surprise it was my husband in all his flashy persona. Normally on days like this, he would be sleeping still. So I was very glad to see him here.

“Good morning, Lord Tengen.” I greeted him with my morning voice.

“Good morning, love.” He smiled as he sat behind me. His legs draping down the steps as his big arms wrapped around me. His chin then rested on my shoulder as he kissed my cheek.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered

“You have nothing to be sorry for. What happened wasn’t your fault.” He reassured

“I feel like it was.” I said

“It wasn’t anyones fault. It just happened and I certainly don’t blame you. If anyone is sorry it should be me.” He stated

“Why?” I questioned confusion lacing my tone.

“I wasn’t there for you when you really needed me. I should’ve been there for you when you were going through that. I’m just glad the old lady was there.” My husband stated sadly

“You were saving people, my love. This was not your fault. You couldn’t have known.” I said trying around to look him in the eyes. They were glossy and filled with the same sadness that I’ve been plagued with for months.

“You couldn’t have known either. So how was it your fault?” He questioned as he held my face with such tenderness.

“I tripped and that’s what killed them.” I stayed pushing my head into his chest.

“My mother has told me that she fell down many times and even fought off a demon once when she was pregnant with me.” He stated with a chuckle while his right hand lifted my face so I could look once more into his eyes.

“So you did not kill our baby.” He said kissing me softly. After we broke from our kiss, I hugged him sobbing into his chest. He then cried too it wasn’t as loud as mine, but I knew he heart broke too.

“Why don’t we go visit our baby. Just the two of us?” He suggested chocking back a sob.

“Yeah, let’s go.” I whispered

After a while we made it to our baby’s grave. I had a bunch of fresh flowers that we had picked on our way to the cemetery. The day was truly beautiful and calm. As we stood by our baby’s grave hand in hand, I said a silent prayer for them. I then let go of his hand and knelt down touching the headstone. I kissed it and placed the flowers in front of it. I felt Tengens hand rub circles on my back.

“I loved our baby Y/N” He said

“As did I.” I responded

“You would’ve been the best mother. I’m very sure if that.” He said kneeling down with me.

“I guess we’ll never know.” I said sadly.

“This might be too soon for me to say, but if you wanted to try again I think it would be okay. But we would only try again on your terms. And If you never wanted to, I understand that too.” He spoke tucking a lose strand of hair behind my ear.

“One day maybe, I’m just not ready for that. And what if I lose the next one?” I questioned

“If that happens again I promise I will be there for you. I never what you going through that and I’m not there to help you.” He said with determination in his tone.

“Thank you.” I said as I couldn’t think of what to say at that moment.

“I love you. And I’m always going to protect you Y/N. You’re precious to me and I just want you to know that everything will shine brighter one day.” My husband spoke picking me up and cradling me into his lap.

“I love you too.” I spoke nuzzling my face into his neck.

My eyes felt heavy being so close to him. He was always for comforting. Closing my eyes, I thought of our child walking towards all of us. We all have bright smiles on our faces and Suma has tears in her eyes watching the walking for the first time. Smiling at that thought I fell asleep in my husbands arms getting some much needed sleep.

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“As I said before, I am not great with people, Dean, I never have been. I often experience trouble with understanding certain behaviors.” He stopped, then narrowed his eyes. ”However, I believe that when it comes to you, I read the situation quite correctly.”

Dean didn’t move. He also probably stopped breathing.

“The mistake you were referring to… is connected to your self-doubt, isn’t it?” Cas asked quietly after a beat. “You actually thought that you were not good enough for me. For us.”

Dean looked away, unable to stand the softness in Cas’s gaze. It felt like his eyes bore deep into Dean’s soul, drawing out all the secrets and fears that Dean didn't want to deal with.

“I hope you understand that this is absurd to me, Dean. It never even crossed my mind that you could think something like that about yourself,” Cas added, raising his eyebrow.

The silence between them stretched uncomfortably to the point where Dean started fidgeting in his seat under Cas’s steady gaze. He knew Castiel was waiting for him to speak, but Dean wasn’t even sure what to say. Of course he wasn’t good enough for Cas or Jack, but he had a suspicion that saying it out loud would end in another pointless argument between them.

“Listen, man,” Dean finally muttered. “I only recently discovered that I’m not straight. I am very out of my depth here. And you… you seem to be like, I don’t know… experienced. And there is Jack, and he needs stability and all that, and I’m just… some guy. With… with issues,” Dean ended weakly.

A smile flickered on Cas’s face. “I believe that you completely ignore your own worth, Dean Winchester,” he said, observing Dean closely. “You are very smart and incredibly funny. You have a kind heart and a beautiful soul. You are sensitive and truthful and everything you do has a meaning. You have to admit, ‘a guy with issues’ doesn’t really cover it all, does it?” He ended, raising his eyebrow at Dean.

Dean let out a chuckle, but it sounded hollow. “I’m no good, man,” he said, looking away.

Castiel sighed, then put the mixtape on the table between them, getting Dean’s attention again.

“Alright. I want to date you, anyway,” he said calmly.

Dean blinked. “What?”

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It's a fragment of my AU Destiel fic - Hoist your colors

I've been working on it since December, and I finished it yesterday!

I'm kinda proud of myself, not gonna lie.

310k, sailing AU, Impala is a sailboat.

You can find more of it on AO3:

*Special thanks to Chance Peña, who has no idea about me or this fic, but his music kept me going for those few months.

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Out Of Our Hands

Pairing:Newt x gender neutral reader

Summary:When you get infected and keep hiding it, the plan to do that until the end falls apart when you accidentally hurt Newt.

They were getting worried. They were starting to notice. They were looking at me when I passed by. They would be too careful with what they said. They know that something was wrong.

Something is. Something hidden under my sleeve.

I kept my mouth shut. There was no reason to speak up. There was no cure. There was no solution. There was just getting Minho out and accepting my fate. It's that simple. Painful to the point where I've numbed all of my emotions but simple.

I like the roof. It's empty. It's quiet. It's high up enough to where if I jumped this hell would end.

I'm not allowed to though. Not until we save Minho.

Up here though, I pretend that isn't happening. I pretend that there's nothing to fear. I pretend that there's nobody that needs to be saved. I pretend that I don't need to be saved.

I do need to be. It's just that I can't. I can't, and Minho can.

Looking at the ground, I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my cheeks. Letting them, I just hummed to myself as I kept wondering why. Why couldn't I be fast enough? Why couldn't I be immune? Why couldn't I rescue my friend, then get back to the Safe Haven, marry Newt, and start a family?

As I was deep into my mind, falling back into my endless spiral of destruction, someone tapped my shoulder. Quickly opening my eyes and turning around, I saw Newt, standing there with a strained smile.

"Love, are you alright? You weren't down for dinner,"He pointed out.

"I'm fine,"I lied, looking him right in the eye so he would believe me.

"Are you sure?"He asked, trying to put a hand on my shoulder. With my head reminding me that soon doing that would turn out with some kind of blood, I flinched and pulled away, still refusing to look at him. With both of us silent, it was clear that something needed to be said, but nobody quite knew what. They didn't know how to say it in a way that wouldn't destroy the other.

Only all of that is me.

"Did someone hurt you?"He whispered. Resisting the urge to ask if a Crank counts, I shook my head no and went to leave. If I stayed with him something would happen. I'm not sure what, but I'm not allowed to be by people. Not when I'm like this. Not if I didn't have to be. Why would I put someone in danger just for the selfish reason of my own comfort? Especially someone I love? Especially my Newt?

"Y/N,"He called as I walked over the door. Completely ignoring him, I pulled on the rusted handle, just needing to get out of here as fast as possible. Tuning out him asking what was happening, I glared at the metal door. Going to try it again, this time willing to dig my nails into the keyhole just to escape, before I had time to react Newt pulled on the handle.

It took what seemed like years to process it.

His hand was in the way of my nails.

My nails scratched him.

I drew blood.

I'm a Crank.

If he's not immune, he will be too.

I may have just given him a fate worse than death.

Pulling away, he just wiped it off on his pants as I managed to look at him. Shaking my head no, I knew that if I had one wish, it would be to take that second away. It would be for him to be immune. It would be for him to not be affected by whatever the outcome is.

I can't though. I can't so I may have just ruined him. He worked so hard on himself, and I may have just destroyed it all.

Only this time, he wouldn't be able to get another start.

"No, no, no, no, no,"I rushed out, looking at the red on his hand. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry,"I repeated, wrapping my arms around him and repeating my apology.

"It's okay, love. You didn't mean to,"He tried to assure me.

"I'm sorry,"was all I could keep getting out as the tears poured until I was sure there was no water left in my body. Until all I was, was a bite and a doomed soul.

"Y/N,"He whispered, pulling away and pressing his palms to my face. With my heart shattering until the cracks couldn't even be seen, I was forced to realize how awful this actually was. Now that I had to think about if Newt wasn't immune, I had to think about just how agonizingly taunting it would be. To know your time is limited but not be able to do anything about it.

"It's okay. A scratch isn't going to kill me,"He said softly.

"I'm a Crank, Newt. I'm turning into a Crank,"I finally confessed.

"You're what?"He uttered, his eyes going unnaturally wide as he just stared at me in disbelief.

"I'm a Crank,"I managed to repeat.

"How?"He asked in a cracked voice. With the shame building up in me like never before, I rolled up the sleeve I had spent so long admiring for keeping my secret.

Now I hate it. I hate that it helped me not say anything. I hate that it's part of the reason I could have just dragged my love, my soulmate, my reason to keep fighting, down with me.

"Y/N,"He whispered, taking my arm and almost studying the bite mark that was now surrounded by veins, as if to be sure this was real. As if I would try to hurt him.

But I may have done something worse than hurt him, and we won't even know until tomorrow morning.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never do that to you. I would never try to make you suffer, and I'm sorry. It won't even fix anything, but it's true. It's all I can say. I love you, and I'm sorry. I will love you forever, and I'll be sorry forever,"I swore.

"Don't be sorry, okay? Don't resent yourself over this. No matter what, don't blame yourself."

"But-"

"Y/N,"He said firmly, pulling my sleeve down and taking my hand in his. "You can't help not being immune, and I can't control it if I am. You never wanted to be infected, and you didn't mean to scratch me. Those are the only things that we know, and none of those are worth blaming yourself over,"He coaxed, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand.

I didn't believe his words. Not all of them. All of these events, and whatever the unthinkable outcome may be, go back to me. There's no other way to put it.

"Come on. Let's go to sleep, love,"He suggested. Not wanting to do any more damage, I just nodded and let him lead me down the stairs and to our rooms. After carefully opening the door he kept his hand in mine as he shut it. With neither of us having near enough energy to change and barely enough to walk, we just collapsed on his bed since it was closest.

That, and why would we try and separate right now? If we know that our time is limited, what's the point in staying apart?

What's the point in doing anything but falling asleep beside each other, knowing that no matter what, we will always be loved? Even if something should be breaking us apart, making us fight, making us hate each other, how could we? We are each other's everything. We're each other's rock, each other's light, each other's world.

I know that if he isn't immune I gave him a death sentence. He knows that too, but for now, we'll pretend not to. For now, he'll just hold me close to his chest as I wrap my arms around him, praying that this won't be the last time I fall asleep with my boy by my side.

And despite what I am, I know that he's doing the same.

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Something I thought of.

Law x reader

(Y/n) opened her eyes to be greeted by the lovely face of her husband.

Trafalgar Law, the captain and main doctor of the heart pirates, her husband of 2 years, sleeping soundly right beside her after a night of sweet, sweet, passion...

The sun's rays had shone through the window and caressed his body.

His dark inked hair that's very messy of bed hair, his closed eyes with eyebags under them, his broad shoulders, muscled tattooed chest, arms, and hand.

She admired everything about him and was into a daze until he groaned and rubbed his eyes before gliding his glance over to (y/n), staring at him with a soft smile.

"What?" He asked in a soft amused tone, he soon turned over and pulled her closer by the waist and bury his face on her chest

"Hmm? Nothing... Is it bad staring at my husband...?" She huffed but hugged him closer as he chuckled and kissed her chest

"Nothing's wrong... Just a little unusual for you to wake up earlier than me." He chuckled when you gasped dramatically and pretended to be hurt

"Well then-" she huffed, "I'm not the one who lost all control last night and went insane on me. I'm sorry" she acted hurt making him laugh.

"I know... I know" he hummed and climbed up to kiss her lips, "are you alright? Feeling sore... Anywhere?"

"I'm alright... It's not the first time you went insane." She smiled and placed her forehead against his

"Yeah... Our honeymoon..." He muttered shamelessly, "I still remember it... You wearing that night gown and I couldn't stop myself..." He grinned and started kissing her lips then trailing down to her neck as she hummed, "your scent... Your voice... Everything about you was... Enchanting... Not that you aren't right now..." He chuckled when he heard your whine as he bit into your sweet spot

"Law... Don't narrate it like that..." She blushed embarrassingly

"Why not? You were the prettiest, most beautiful, and very sexy... Until now, actually." He happily narrated before feeling his blood boil and tackle her until her back was pressed against the mattress, "and I want to see that again..." He bit his lip and undressed her with his eyes.

The way his hoodie hugged her form loosely and generously.

Especially her chest and his favourite part was exposed, her thighs.

Contrary to popular belief on the debate whether he likes ass or tits, or even both; law LOVES thighs. Especially the juicy ones.

He doesn't care whether his partner is chubby or not. He doesn't care whatever their color could've been. As long as his partner loves him and he loves him back.

Also... Juicy as fuck thighs.

He doesn't know himself why but... There's something about her thighs that were different...

The way they jiggle, the look of her plush thighs, and the way they felt like warm pillows in his hands or under his head when he uses them as pillows.

(Even if it was against her will that she was kept in their shared room just to feel him use her thighs as pillows, even going as far as using one of her legs as his body pillow. But she doesn't mind, he rarely rests... So... It was easily forgivable)

He didn't realize he was staring at her thighs with so much want and need that (y/n) had rolled her eyes and placed his own hands on them; specifically, the plush part.

He gasped and blushed darkly, but responded immediately by squeezing them making her moan softly.

He can feel his own hardness press against the boxers he wore.

"You..." He groaned but kissed her hungrily.

She moaned and felt his hands run up and under the hoodie before gasping when his hands gripped her chest.

Maybe he was kind of an ass and boobs person.

He chuckled but proceeded to kiss and make out with her as his own hands fumbled with her body underneath the hoodie.

"I... LOVE you so much" he smiled lightly

"I love you too..." She answered in a soft whisper

Law soon had enough and shifted himself to be on top of her and slipped the hoodie off.

"Law..." She mumbled when she felt him basically groping her with his eyes.

Her chest exposed and her white panties were dripping wet with arousal.

He soon smirked with a chuckle, "looks like you're in a bit of a pickled here." He teased as he pulled on the panties before letting it slap back into her hips making her whine

"Law. I need you..."

"Heh." He huffed with a big grin, "if you insist."

He soon took his own clothes off which is just his boxers of sorts. He then took off her dripping wet panties and threw it somewhere.

"Truth be told." He whispered in a raspy voice in her ear, "I want babies."

"You... You do?" (Y/n) could feel herself blush furiously as law chuckled

"Yeah. Looks of them. Maybe five."

"Five?!"

"Just kidding... I know giving birth and carrying one is hard. Maybe two...?" He asked with a sweet expression making her sigh and look away all embarrassed

"Fine... I guess I just thought of us having children..." She mumbled to herself and looked back at him with a smile, "i think you'd be a great father."

He smiled and kissed her, "you'd be a great mother, too."

Soon enough, the room was filled with mewls, moans, and groans from the two.

It was evident to whoever walked past the room at that moment that the two were having a... Wonderful. Time.

Even Shachi passed out from a nosebleed.

....

A few days had past, (y/n) woke up with law cuddled up next to her.

Then she felt it.

Morning sickness.

She jumped from the bed, startling law, and rushed over to the bathroom to throw up whatever shit was in her stomach.

Law soon came over with concern and worry, rubbing her back and holding up her hair for her.

Once she had finished, law hands her a glass of water after wiping her mouth.

"How are you feeling...?" He asked in an audible whisper.

"I feel dizzy..." She grumbled

"Come, I'll give you a checkup." He smiled as she sighed and followed him over.

After a few tests, law sighed to himself, filled with joy.

"What... What is it...?" (Y/n) asked, it was unusual for law to be... This excited to tell her something

"(Y/n)... You remember when I said I wanted babies...?" He started off, she was still confused but gasped when she caught on, "you're pregnant, (y/n)! Oh... I can't wait what gender the baby is...!"

She laughed softly and kissed him deeply, "either way... I think we'd be great parents."

He nodded but then started going on and on about pregnancy things. The vitamins, diapers, crib... Baby clothes even...

It just made (y/n) smile softly, listening to him rant about babies, their development, and how excited he is to find out the gender.

To him, it was like another adventure... He doesn't get too excited often but when he does, it's an adventure he really would love.

But a few months later, when law was conducting an ultrasound on (y/n), he found out the genders and something else.

"(Y/n)" he called happily while looking at the screen

"Yeah...?" She called, still kind of tired since he woke her up from a nap.

"Look"

She looked at the screen and noticed that not one, but two babies were growing inside her belly. "Twins?!"

"Yes!" He happily jumped, "and it's a boy as well as a girl! Fuck yes!"

Law was more excited than (y/n) which shows a lot.

He was really excited on being a father...

Really...

Even the crew made a joke how he hates children but wants to have a baby.

(Y/n) was just sure he's going to make "you eat for three people now" food recipes for the chef to make you, going to shop for baby stuff now knowing what gender they are, and reading dad jokes that he already finds hilarious

"What should we name them...?" He asked later that night while cuddling next to (y/n) since he can't cuddle her closer due to the baby bump.

"I was thinking... Isla for the girl..." She hummed as law nodded.

"Can we name the boy Lucian?" He asked

"Hmm...? Trafalgar Lucian... Sounds wonderful!"

He smiled, "how did you think of Isla?"

"Hmm... Oh... It's just a little thing I thought of... Trafalgar Isla... Doesn't that sound great?"

He chuckled and pressed a kiss on her temple, "you're right. Well... We should sleep now. You need some rest, the babies too. Goodnight Isla and Lucian~" he cooed, kissing the bump, "and goodnight mommy (y/n)" he smiled and kissed her

"Goodnight, daddy Law" she winked making him laugh and close the lights.

[actuallysaiyan]

I Think You're Holding The Heart Of Mine(Part Six)

warnings: canon divergent, mentions of Kento's past, mentions of cheating, mentions of pregnancy/abortion, smoking word count: 1.8k pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: someone from Kento's past comes looking for him, but only makes the rumours even worse than before. Set in Nanami's POV! taglist: @beneathstarryskies

Masterlist

Nanami’s POV

Being together with you on the train ride home reminded me of our younger days. When we were teens going on missions for the school, learning our cursed techniques together. We found out early on that a lot of your abilities worked perfectly with my Ratio technique. It was almost like we were a match made in heaven. Just being able to joke around with you and share a laugh made me feel so much lighter.

That’s why receiving that text really threw me for a loop.

I hadn’t heard from Tara in so long. Really, I had begun to think what happened between her and I had been just a fun little dream. But when I saw that she texted me, I felt my stomach lurch. The memories of my short, but steamy relationship with her came flooding back. And it hurt to think about because finally you and I seemed to be going somewhere in our own budding romance. Something I’ve wanted for so long too, and I’m not in a rush to mess it up for us.

That’s also why I made the excuse of going to check on Itadori-kun when we got back. I didn’t want you to see just how upset this was making me. Cause I know you, and I know you’d just want to ask me if you could do anything to make me feel better. You’re just that kind of sweetheart. So I had to reply to Tara in secret.

I figured just replying to her and just trying to make some conversation would make her go away. But she just kept prying. I wondered if maybe she was lonely. When we broke things off, she tried to convince me that she’d be alright, but I knew she wasn’t. I knew it was killing her inside, but I couldn’t keep up with that facade.

Eventually, I called her to try and keep her calm. She seems so hysterical on the phone, trying to get me to come see her. And that’s when you and Kugisaki-chan came out of my own office and spotted me. I was pacing and trying to calm down Tara. She always had a penchant for being dramatic. Then you and Kugisaki leave the building and my heart sinks. If any of this information ends up coming to you, you’re going to think I was playing you for a fool.

Things only got worse from there. I enter my office after I finish my phone call with Tara. Your perfume lingers in the air and it tugs on my heartstrings. I should have continued to kiss you the other night. I shouldn’t have cared about the elderly innkeeper interrupting us. But I wanted to save you from the embarrassment. Because in my mind, you deserve nothing but the best.

I read over your filed report and I smile when I see just how well you’ve done. You were always someone who could write out the best reports. You put in the right amount of detail, but never enough to bore anyone. It reads so good too; lots of action. 

I begin to daydream, thinking about how our night went. The onsen had the perfect temperature. Your body looked so good in that fluffy towel. And your lips, oh your lips…I have never tasted anything sweeter. You’re the epitome of beauty in my eyes. Oftentimes I’ve kicked myself mentally for never telling you just how much I admire and adore you.

Itadori-kun comes to find me, his eyes sparkling when he realizes I’ve returned home. We discuss a few things and I’m thankful that he doesn’t pry at all. He’s a good kid and I know he feels lost in this new world of Jujutsu sorcery, but I’m going to make sure he does well and adjusts in this world.

“I learned a lot with Gojo-sensei,” Itadori says, and I smile.

“I’m glad that he can be a good teacher for you.”

We speak a bit more about unlocking his cursed technique. I want him to find something naturally. He doesn’t need any pressure on him. Then my stomach lurches again when I see Tara texting me again. I know I should just tell her to leave me alone, but I feel almost responsible for her. You’d probably be so angry if you knew that I was texting my ex.

This is when I decide to lead Itadori out of my office and for us to go training outside. I know it’ll help me get my mind off of everything. Yet when we reach the main building, I see a head of red locks that I couldn’t mistake for anyone else. Itadori stops dead in his tracks alongside me, and he’s asking if I’m okay. I’m sure I look like I saw a ghost.

“Honey,” Tara says as she spots me. “Your wife is here!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

We lean against the wall, smoking a cigarette. The cats out of the bag. I’m sure that Itadori-kun went to tell Kugisaki and she in turn told Gojo. I wish Tara had never greeted herself like that. I wish I could have just taken the time to explain the misunderstanding to Itadori. But I just froze up instead.

“Thanks for hearing me out,” Tara says as she blows out some smoke.

I grunt, “You didn’t give me much of a chance.”

She finally turns to me with tears in her eyes. She’s in a tight spot and she considered me the only person she could actually come to. Her current partner was cheating on her and she found out she’s pregnant. I shouldn’t condone her smoking while being with child, except for the fact that she would be getting an abortion.

“I’m sorry for the little joke back there,” She finally admits. “I’m just so nervous, Ken.”

When she says my name like that, a world of memories comes flooding to my mind. The way she would always draw out these fun feelings from me. Tara was the woman that I had once thought I’d end up with forever. But in reality, she was a bandage for the deep wound in my heart from leaving you behind. I had deeply regretted leaving you when I left the sorcerer world. 

“I know, Tara. You have every right to be nervous. But I can be here for you if you need a friend.”

She smiles sadly, and I watch as fat tears begin to slide down her cheeks. I had only seen her crying a few times. Tara was the kind of girl that boasted that she never cried. She was a tough cookie. And I am suddenly reminded as to why I was attracted to her in the first place.

“It’s so tough to be alone in this situation. He doesn’t even know that I’m…I’m…”

But she can’t even finish her sentence. She begins sobbing; the end of her cigarette falling to the ground. I gently take her into my arms, rubbing her back soothingly. I whisper the sweetest things in her ear, hoping to make sure she’s going to be alright.

“I shouldn’t have let you go,” she finally admits. 

My heart sinks when she says this. I can’t return those feelings. It hurts to even think about me and her having such a past together. It was only supposed to be a fling, but it evolved into something even deeper. At one point, I had been convinced that I was truly in love with her. And when I had looked into the jewelry store, searching for an engagement ring for her, that’s when I realized what I was doing.

It wasn’t long after that when Gojo approached me with a mission in Hokkaido. He tried to claim that it was the higher ups that wanted me to go, but he had ulterior motives. That’s the same mission he asked me to look after Itadori, and the rest came together easily.

“Tara,” I finally say as I wipe away her tears. “We can’t keep living this lie. I can’t keep lying to myself.”

She pouts, “It’s because of her, isn’t it?”

And while I had been able to lie to her the first time about why we broke up, I can’t hide it anymore. Not when I know for sure that I’m so deeply in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we were teenagers, but now…it’s so deep. Deeper than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Yes,”

She sniffles and turns away for a moment. I can tell she’s not happy with my answer. I don’t think she’s ever enjoyed feeling second best to you, but I couldn’t help it. I never could truly get you out of my mind. I could never ever get you out of my heart.

“She’s a lucky girl,” Tara says, a sad smile on her face. “Have you told her that you love her?”

I shake my head, “No, I haven’t.”

She lightly slaps my chest and scolds me for not telling you my true feelings. But if anyone catches wind of this, I’m sure that you might think differently. For all I know, you probably think I’m a cheating asshole. Everyone has probably told you that Tara is my wife when she isn’t.

“You need to hold her in your arms, kiss her deeply and tell her you’ll never let her go,”

I can hear the crack in Tara’s voice. It’s tugging at my heartstrings. Despite the fact that I don’t love her like that, Tara has always been in my heart too. She’s the one woman who pushed me to be comfortable with things that scare me. She was the one who showed me that being wild and free can be so much fun. She took me under her wing in a way, and now I think I need to return the favor.

“Tara, I will be with you while you get the procedure done,”

She smiles again, “You are a true gentleman, Nanami.”

I sigh as I light up another cigarette. This is going to be a headache to reverse all these rumors. You’re probably never going to want to talk to me again. You’ll want to leave the sorcerer world again, and I wouldn’t even blame you. I know that you didn’t have the easiest time when you left as well, but I know that my life has been so much better now that we’ve been reunited. 

“I’ll call you, okay? Please, I just need a friend right now. And you’re all I’ve got.”

I nod once more, “Of course. But please promise me one thing,”

She tilts her head to the side, “What is it?”

“Do not introduce yourself as my wife ever again.”

A laugh from her red lips, “Fine, but you have to admit it was a funny joke.”

It’s not funny because I think I may have lost the love of my life over this joke…

[yaekiss]

Congratulations on the 400! If I'm not too late, may I send a #mailroom open letter to a yan!Albedo? Any gender neutral or feminine nickname would work and, if it so pleases you, a nsfw reply would be lovely.

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To my lovely Albedo,

How are you, love? Are you taking care of yourself while I'm away? As I sit here, working away in Inazuma City while I enjoy a sweet dessert, I cannot help but think of you... and your tendency to get swallowed up by your research when I'm not there to reel you back.

I was hoping that my business here would be done far faster than this. I suppose it isn't all bad, though. I can't say that I've ever been a social person, but people have been nothing but kind to me thus far. I may have even made a friend. But still, my heart belongs to you- and as such, no matter how I may enjoy my time, I can only eagerly await the moment I am able to return home.

I miss you dearly, my prince. I'll make sure to work even harder so that our time apart may be shortened by even a little bit. I can't to have you in my arms again, to feel the warmth of your embrace and know that everything is right with the world.

We both know that I could go on with the sweet words for pages and pages, so it's probably best that I stop here. Stay safe and take care of yourself, alright? I love you so, so much.

May my affections cross what feels like an eternity apart,

Your Wistful Lover

(Alongside the letter are various, shockingly well-preserved Inazuman sweets including Sakura Mochi and Dango milk, as well as a small pouch containing a handful of carefully-chosen Sakura Blooms. Lastly is an intricately designed silken blindfold, with its own little note attached that reads, "I had this custom made for you. I wanted to make one myself, but I couldn't find the time. Hopefully you like it anyway!")

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Albedo, no gendered terms for reader, Albedo calls you "my constant", mentions of blindfolds and a vibrator used on Albedo, unhealthy and obsessive relationship from Albedo, lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: Albedo sure is a busy man to track down... I had to look for him all over Mondstadt since he was gathering quite a collection of alchemy ingredients. It was quite the staggering assortment too... I never understand what he's planning. ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

Placed at your hotel doorstep is an innocuous package. It's decently sized, the box a lovely shade of pale indigo and shifting it slightly under the light shows an underlying iridescence hidden in the pigment.

Undoing the sturdy rope securing the lid down, you gain access to the contents within the box. You first retrieve a wondrous blooming bouquet of cecilias, wrapped in a sheer gauzy yellow fabric and tied with a teal satin ribbon. The petals are soft under your caress and for a moment, you reminisce about the first cecilia Albedo gifted to you after showcasing his alchemy.

Next, you fish out a cloth drawstring pouch. Peering into it, there's an assortment of all your favourite Mondstadt candies, enough to last you weeks. A little tag is attached to one of the strings, it reads: “In case you miss your usual sweet treats and need a boost of energy. ♡”

Unwrapping one, you pop it into your mouth before you pull out an envelope. The paper is smooth under your fingers and an impressive sketch of Dragonspine decorates the front. Flipping the envelope over, there's a wax seal, a cursive letter “A”, with flecks of gold dotted in it.

Carefully, you open it and obtain the parchment inside. His handwriting is a sight you've missed, from days spent watching him jot down his hypothesis and findings in his laboratory. Albedo's response to you reads:

“Replying to: My beloved constant.

Thank you for writing to me, my constant, I was growing somewhat nervous with your prolonged silence and I feared something unsavoury might have happened to you. As such, I am writing back to you to assure you that I've been doing alright as well. Though, I'm sure I would do a lot better with you by my side.

Next, I must thank you for the gifts you sent me. I shared the sweets with Klee and she has been pleading nonstop with me for more. Also, the sakura blooms were of high quality and proved immensely useful in my research. If you're willing, I can share my findings with you when you return, my constant.

Now, I can't help but ask what went through your mind, gifting me such a sly gift as a blindfold. What scene did you picture in your head? Was I blindfolded and tied up on your bed while begging for you to please touch me? Or perhaps I'm laid on my laboratory table, my sight obscured with the silk, pliant and willing as you drag a vibrator across my skin in an attempt to find my erogenous zones? Did you fantasise about muffling my moans with a kiss as you toyed with me? You should reenact it with me as soon as you get back, my constant, I feel as if I'm about to burst with how much I long for your embrace.

Ahem, getting back on track, I too have been working hard. (Fret not, I have not been overworking myself. I do not wish to worry you after all.) And I've made discoveries of my own and uncovered intriguing new possibilities whilst ruminating alone in my laboratory. I heard of the Inazuman archon's dedication to eternity.

Eternity... goes against natural orders, but lately, I have been finding myself relating to her obsession with such a concept. You might think it strange, my constant. However, I can understand how fearing the loss of someone close to you can affect your decisions, despite the morality of said actions.

You are golden in my eyes, unforgettable, and the time I spend with you feels like I'm the closest to unravelling the truth and meaning of this world. Is it my greed talking when I say that I want more time to uncover all of you, to understand the very fibre of your being, to see what has irreversibly drawn me to you and what makes you stay by my side? Maybe it is, but that is a question best saved for another day, my constant.

I shall end my letter here. I sincerely hope that the rest of your stay in Inazuma goes smoothly and safely, and that your return will be swift. I cannot wait to have you by my side once more, my constant. I love you so, so much as well.

Ever and eternally yours,

- Albedo -”

You fold the parchment and place it back into the envelope. One last item rests in the box. It's a handpainted painting of you, framed in an intricate wooden frame. Albedo captures your smile in the sunlight, the background featuring one of the picnics the both of you went on recently before you left for Inazuma.

However, you notice that one of the corners is a little wrinkled. Removing the backing of the frame to fix it, you discover another layer of canvas material behind that first painting. Gingerly, you peel it back to reveal a haunting portrait of the both of you. 

In dim lighting, you're seated on his laboratory table whilst he's knelt at your feet, his head resting on your lap. You almost don't recognise yourself. You're familiar with his art style but in this, you're ethereal to an eldritch degree... almost devoid of humanity. It's unnerving, to say the least. 

Perhaps Albedo's research has veered into more forbidden territories, challenging the principals of nature, all in the name of love. You muster one more look at the portrait.

A matching star rests delicately on your neck. In the bottom corner, he titles it “New birth.”

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