#and even if they did it wouldn’t have mattered too much bc i imagine the only people she would’ve cared about being there is her family

[devourable]

⚠︎ the stalker

sfw, mdni, beta read by @fluffula | tags ;; masc yandere x gn reader — stalking (duh), themes of self deprecation/lack of self worth, erotomania

hii im back from my unannounced hiatus bc i have more time on my hands :] ik vega didnt win the poll but fsr theyre the only one i could get myself to write sooo 🫶 i know im super rusty since I haven't written in ages so sorry if this is a lackluster return fic. it just be like that

vega just wasn’t the type of person that people liked. it was a fact, and he was well aware of it.

they were lanky and awkward, unkempt, and often didn’t know what to say or do in any given social situation. no one went out of their way to interact with them and vice versa. the few times he ended up around others anyway, he always found himself sidelined by the few people he could refer to as friends — they’d never be the focus, if they weren’t forgotten about entirely.

they weren’t anyone’s first choice. hell, they weren’t a second or third choice, either. it was a sad existence that he had accepted long ago — why bother trying to fit in if he wasn’t wanted? he was so boring, he wouldn’t wanna hang out with himself either, anyway. so every day and every night, they were alone.

then, he met you.

it started so simply. you started working at the same office as them, and they knew off the bat that it was your first time in a place like this. they expected nothing of you — maybe a lukewarm greeting as you passed each other during the workday, but not much more than that. so it surprised them when after your introduction, you rounded their desk and gently asked if they could show you around. maybe it was something about your tone, maybe it was that friendly look in your eye, maybe it was just you as a whole. but something about you just got them. they were out of their chair before they realized it.

they weren't the talkative type, but it didn't matter — you kept asking questions during the entire tour. what was that room for? how long had they been working there? did they like working there? you wanted their attention and they for the life of them couldn’t get why. even less so, they didn’t understand why they were so ready to give it to you. they couldn't help the way they stuttered out their answers to your questions, nor the way their face flushed after you laughed at the way they responded. but you did have to work, so you withdrew from them eventually to do just that.

well after you departed to your cubicle, you remained on their mind. your voice, the way you laughed, how you looked, it all swirled around in their mind as they sat in their desk. it remained that way the entire day, the following night, and the day after — they couldn't get you off their mind!

you chose him. you chose him, out of everyone else in the office. you were the only person that did that, and it made them feel so seen. so real, so… loved? was this what love was? the pounding in their chest and their flushed face would make him believe so. they couldn’t wait to see you again. just the thought of you returning the next day and every day after that bloomed butterflies in their tummy.

vega’s longing for you only grew more and more intense after every passing day. every day you came to work, they’d be the first to greet you and the last to bid you goodbye. they even changed their days off to match yours — going to work hardly seemed worth it if you weren’t there to make the day more bearable. every day they sat at their desk, daydreaming about spending time with you, going home with you, doing all the things they never imagined that they’d ever do before. and even though they were too awkward to seek you out during the work day, it didn’t stop them from staring at you every chance they got.

but after that first day, you paid less and less attention to them. you had work to do, after all, and no matter how hard they yearned for you, it grew harder to get you to notice them and harder for them to watch you. it was excruciating. for the first time in his life, vega wanted to be wanted — by you, specifically. he wanted your attention, your voice, your eyes on them again. but if they couldn’t have that, they needed to see you more to make up for it.

the stalking started small at first. occasionally following you when you got up from your desk to give a file to your supervisor or use the restroom, pretending to be distracted should you ever notice them (which you hardly did — they didn’t know if that bothered them or not). sometimes he ended his day at the same time yours ended so he could walk out with you, watching you leave from their car before they left themself. and eventually they started to follow you home directly. it was always from a distance. they wouldn’t want to frighten you, after all! it was okay as long as you weren’t bothered by it, he told himself.

he memorized your routine so he could base his own around it. you went to the store? he was going too. spending the day at the library? he was stalking after you from a different aisle. sometimes they’d leave little gifts on your doorstep just to see your bewildered reaction. watching you became his favorite pastime — they almost liked it more than talking to you directly. you somehow never noticed them lurking, staring at you from some shady hiding spot, panting and trembling just from the sheer excitement that your existence caused them. were you aware of just how cute you were when you thought no one was watching you? knowing all your bad habits, your mannerisms and all the things you did in private was exhilarating. it was like a secret for just the two of you. and whenever you came into work and talked to him like you usually did, it made him so fucking excited. did you know? maybe you did and you were fine with it. that had to be why you were so nice to them. they loved the idea of you liking their bad behavior.

vega had no plans of confessing to you anytime soon. he had so much fun stalking you, he saw no need to ruin it with his feelings. besides, you liked them back anyway — you had to have, why else would you let him get away with it for so long? he knew you wanted him, and he wanted you in return. all he had to do was wait for you.

#💌 vega l. ;; the stalker #i ;; the magician — my writing #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere x oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere nsft #male yandere x reader #yandere male #male yandere oc #nonbinary yandere #nb yandere #yandere boy #xvii ;; the star — my ocs

[srjlvr]

“I’ve Got My Eyes On You” — ENHYPEN members’ reaction after seeing you in the crowd on one of their concerts ! ,, <3

ot7!enhypen X fem!reader | genre fluff and angst if you squint | warnings none ! | not proofread ! | ✎ ᝰ (‘a note from jo’) . thought about it while looking back at the fate tour pics in korea</3 took me so long to finish it though—

희승 ✶ (heeseung)

i mEANNNNNNN like fr you guys polaroid love heeseung on concerts isn’t enough for you to already know what type of guy he isss?

as soon as he sees you in the crowd he winks at you and just waits for the great opportunity to come close to you

literally dedicating you one of their songs and is just glued to you through the whole song.

when you take out your phone to take a video of your cute boyfriend, he puts your phone down and winks again, later on he whispers that you have him as much as you want so videos are clearly needless.

he would then tell his members that you’re there and they all would look towards you and smile widely when they see you cheering for them.

he wouldn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s biased and whenever they go off stage he’s just casually walking to you and singing to you.

제이 ✶ (jay)

it was obviously a surprise for him since he was so sure that you’re at home sipping your coffee in bed. he was the happiest person on earth when he saw you.

if he was drained and tired before, you brought up his energy and strength to keep on going.

he would probably look at your direction nonstop and would pout whenever he sees your phone instead your face.

what can you do though? your boyfriend’s so fine and you just want to take pics to keep them to yourself🤷🏻‍♀️

HAVE YALL SEEN HIS GUITAR PART IN ATTENTION PLS?? i dont even need to explain✋🏻 he’d probably do his part and look at you for any reaction.

always looking for you and tries to hide the fact that he’s nearly melting whenever he sees you again and again in the crowd.

제이크 ✶ (jake)

eyes literally ✨SHINING✨ when he sees you in the whole crowd—he’d always find you no matter what.

honestly speaking? you’re being served well in this concert.

he’d go off stage and run to you just to give you a water bottle because he’s THAT worried about you. he also wouldn’t be able to hold himself so he hugs you tightly on the way.

no bc i think he’d also just sit in front of you and sing to you so lovely with such a cute smile on his face.

would also for sure pose for your camera when he notices you’re filming him.

as tiring as the choreography gets, he’d just look at you and automatically get all the energy he needed back. he’s so happy to see you there and wants to show you his best.

성훈 ✶ (sunghoon)

he KNOWS where you’re sitting. he literally gave you the ticket and did a deep research on where to find that seat.

yk that one pass the mic choreography when he had a mission to touch the floor? so imagine him doing that but instead of touching the floor he’s literally waving and winking while looking at you.

when it’s time to go off stage he walks slowly and interacts with his fans and when he gets to you he just simply gives you a high-five with a wide smile. (just like he did with his parents😭✋🏻)

will def talk about it in one of their breaks like “i saw y/n today and i’m so happy that she’s here but all i did was just give her a high-five”

feels bad about the high five so he walks up to you again (when he WASNT supposed to do that) and sends you a flying kiss.

thirst traps are dedicated to you definitely✋🏻

선우 ✶ (sunoo)

he was so sad at first before the concert started. he really wanted you to show up but you told him your parents are coming to town and you have to welcome them.

of course that was a lie and you even brought your parents to their concert xoxo.

at first, he didn’t even notice you and just skipped over you, since he was too busy looking around and dancing.

when niki pointed at you and told him you’re here, he got on his knees and started shedding a few tears.

walks up to you again and hugs you tightly, while the staff members are freaking out. he’d also greet your parents and will send them a big big heart.

would probably sing and will replace his part in the middle with something like “y/n’s finally here in the crowd!!” instead of actually singing his lyrics-

정원 ✶ (jungwon)

the cutest baby ever as he notices you in the crowd. starts running around the stage like that naruto run with a wide smile on his face just because he’s so happy to see you.

the members challenged him to do a cartwheel and before he does he goes like “y/n this is for you” and the whole crowd goes craaaaazy—but he failed.

laughs it off and looks at you to see any bad reaction but smiles when he sees you laughing.

wants to go off stage again to get closer to you and looks around for any staff members that could stop him—when he doesn’t see any he just runs to you while laughing mischievously.

goes in front of you on stage and asks you questions such as “did you eat?” and much more.

he’d look at you on his parts to see your reactions which honestly boosts up his confidence because you’d always look at him and tell him he’s doing a good job.

니키 ✶ (ni-ki)

he really wanted one of his favorite persons to show up, his family couldn’t attend so he was hoping you’d be there for him.

you wanted to surprise him but he’s too smart for that, he figured you’d come to the concert.

maybe that’s mainly why he’s been smiling and telling everyone you’re in the crowd before even making eye contact with you.

goes off stage and sends you tons of kisses and hearts.

you already know how mischievous he gets, when his part comes up he’s holding the mic out for you to sing, and embarrasses you in front of everyone (both of you laughed your asses off right after the concert because of that)

talks about you in one of their breaks and wouldn’t stop thanking you for showing up, “y/n came today and i couldn’t be more thankful, i gained a lot of strength because of her”

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#enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons #heeseung imagines #heeseung x reader #jay imagines #jay x reader #jake imagines #jake x reader #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x reader #sunoo imagines #sunoo x reader #jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #niki imagines #niki x reader

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

more cbf!soap thoughts, bc im totally normal about the whole thing! Imagine johnny and reader are around the age where those cute crushes kids sometimes get start to turn more serious, and people start going on actual dates. reader confides in john one weekend afternoon that the usual group of girls are bothering them again - they've learned to ignore it over the years, but for some reason, something one of the girls said is really bothering them. (1/3) (Shy Anon)

Anon you don’t understand how much I’ve thought about their first kiss

You and Johnny were both at a party, one that the two of you knew you weren’t actually invited to but rather was “included” to make sure neither of you would feel left out. Both of you would much rather be at one of the other’s house playing video games or doing something more fun than awkward conversations and being side eyed at.

It was also the start of sophomore year in high school, when everyone was getting with someone. When it mattered who you were with and if you had kissed someone yet.

The latter seemed to be all the talk and you were desperately trying to avoid it, but in the end you were cornered.

The Mean Girls, that’s who you called them. Ever since kindergarten when they stole your bunny they seemed to have it out for you and usually you were able to ignore them, but they didn’t want to be ignored.

They practically forced it out of you and now you were incredibly embarrassed as they mocked you.

“Aw, it’s okay! Someone will eventually like you.”

You’d punch her if you weren’t so upset.

You didn’t talk much after that and you were quiet on the walk back to Johnny’s house, the sunsetting and the crickets chirping.

He noticed immediately, before the two of you even left the party. He was always looking out for you.

“What’s wrong?” Johnny tugs on your sleeve to get your attention.

“Nothing-“

“Ah, no you cannae lie to me about that.”

You huffed and looked away from him, still mortified. Why were you embarrassed telling him you’ve never kissed someone? You told him everything and if you were being honest he already knew you never had.

He nudged you and you gave him a nervous look.

“The Mean Girls were talking about their first kisses,” you began and he stared at you obliviously.

“Okay…” he shrugged and you groaned. “What? What’s the issue?”

“They were talking about it and I had to tell them I never kissed anyone before! So now they know and I still…haven’t kissed anyone.”

Johnny’s eyebrows knitted together and he frowned.

“Well yeah, we hang out all the time I would know if you had,” he pointed out and you huffed.

“That’s not the point! Everyone’s already had their kiss and I haven’t.”

“Me either.”

You gave him a look and he gave you one back.

“Martha kissed you.”

“On ma cheek! I didn’t want her to kiss me.” Johnny cringed and shivered at the memory. “Why does it matter if you’ve never kissed someone anyway?”

You shrugged. It really shouldn’t matter, but maybe it was because you just wanted to fit in after having moved to the neighborhood, even if it was years ago now. Maybe it was because you just wanted to know if someone actually wanted to kiss you or not.

If someone liked you enough to do it.

“I don’t know…I want to get it over with but I don’t want to kiss someone I don’t trust.”

The two of you went silent for a moment, your footsteps getting slower until Johnny stopped. You looked at him with a raise eyebrow when you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks.

“You trust me…what if we kissed?”

You stared at him, your mouth agape and your eyes wide. You kiss Johnny? Your best friend? The thought had never crossed your mind because of how absurd it was.

“Johnny, what-“

“It’s better than asking someone random, you said it yourself!” He said and you closed your mouth. “Kills two birds with one stone since I’d be having my first kiss too.”

Logically you couldn’t argue with that. You didn’t just say you wouldn’t kiss someone you didn’t trust and you did trust Johnny. And it would get it over with so you wouldn’t have to worry about it.

But could you really kiss him? He was your best friend, wouldn’t that make things different?

You thought about it for a while.

“Okay.” You hesitantly nodded. “Let’s kiss.”

Johnny came up into your space. The two of you stood in front of each other for a long time, just starting awkwardly as you waited for the other to make a move first.

“Quit making this weird.” You held your arms close to your body, feeling incredibly nervous now.

Why? It was just Johnny.

“I’m building up to it.” He snapped at you, his cheeks going by darker.

“Just kiss me, Johnny.” You practically begged and he placed his hands over his face that continued to grow into darker shades of red.

“Cannae when you’re looking at me! Close your eyes, ya bampot.”

You huffed and shut your eyes, waiting for him to make the first move. For a split second you thought he wasn’t going to and you were about to ask him to kiss you again when you felt his lips press against yours.

His lips were surprisingly soft and for a moment neither of you knew what you were doing until he placed his hands on your face.

Something sparked inside of you and suddenly you were overwhelmed with feelings.

Before you could really register them, Johnny pulled away and your eyes shot open. His face was red and he averted his eyes from you, slightly out of breath, just like you, and scratched his neck.

“Well…it’s over now.”

“…yeah.”

Silence. The two do you were at a loss, especially Johnny who had just come to the horrifying realization that he actually loved kissing you and that he might have feelings for his best friend, which sent him into a silent panic.

“Do you wanna play Mario Kart?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

“Yes!” He replied a little too quick but you didn’t seem to care.

Neither of you regretted that you had your first kiss with each other.

#childhood best friend!soap #AHHHH #idiots in love I tell you #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x you #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x you #soap x reader #soap x you

[scekrex]

Love your writing!!

Can I request an Adam x Lucifer’s Ex! reader? Reader is basically the same rank as Lucifer was (so he’s the same strength as him too) Basically, they split up after he and Lilith got together and gave Eve the Apple. Reader is extremely depressed about it but then he meets one of the humans from Eden, Adam . And they find solidarity and comfort in going through the same/similar situation.

Lowkey giving that one scene from Steven Universe (No idea if you’ve watched/like SU so, if you’re not sure what I’m talking about, I’ll link it here. (If you want, you can probably just skip to the time stamps or watch all of it, either’s fine, but it starts at 2:33 and ends around 3:11

Spoilers for Steven Universe, if you even care.

https://youtu.be/PnlRR0rX_Q0?feature=shared

(The context for the SU scene is ofc different, but just the overall vibe of it is what I mean.) but just 2 people abandoned by someone who was supposed to be their soulmate (Twice for Adam) and them finding love in each other in the end.

(Like, imagine both the fluff AND angst potential.)

Also!! If/After you write this one, I might request a Part 2 of this with angst for the aftermath of EP.8. (ONLY if you’re ok with it OFC! If not, just tell me in your A/N for this one and I won’t send it!!)

I hope you have a great day!!!! 💙💙

Okay first of all: gimme that EP 8 request right now, I need it soooo badly °^° I haven't seen SU but I've watched the scene you linked and it helped to get the vibe right so much, this is a lil short but dragging it out just to make it appear longer felt wrong. I hope you like it though. Also friendly reminder: this is set in Eden before Adam became a douchebag.

Part 2

I'm a jester and I'm yours, call me your fool

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hurt (with comfort)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Eden had always been the place for you to ge whenever you felt sad or upset, it calmed you down, eased your mind, made your thoughts shut up for only a couple moments. Lucifer had betrayed you, you knew that, you also knew that it had been for the best to end things with him before he would take it too far with his wish for free will and with the things that were going on between him and Lilith. And before you even realized how sad that made you feel, to be betrayed, to be replaced by a mortal soul that would never be as pure as you were, you started crying - it wasn’t loud and if someone wouldn’t have paid attention it was also not visible but Adam did pay attention. Lucifer and Lilith had given Eve the apple, the forbidden fruit, how much further would heaven allow them to go? You weren’t sure. What you were sure about though, was the fact that you missed Lucifer, you missed his warmth, his chaotic yet gentle way of handling things, no matter what it was. You missed his creative mind, his joyful character, the love he had held for you that he had never been able to hide. You missed your clumsy blonde little angel - you shook your head, no, he was no longer yours.

And while you tried to sort your emotions out, the brunette human carefully creeped closer, he noticed your sadness and despite the fact that he didn’t know why you were crying, he felt like he understood without knowing the true reason - he had heard them whispering about it. About how Lucifer had left his boyfriend in order to get together with the first woman, his ex wife, Lilith. And while one loss alone had been seemingly impossible to carry, Adam had not only lost Lilith to his former best friend, he had also lost Eve. Eve, who had tried to talk him into eating the apple as well, he had refused to though, he wanted to remain pure, if she decided that wasn’t for her though, then that was her deal and not Adam’s.

Once he had reached you, he quietly sat down next to you, he wanted to take the sadness away from you, a creature as gorgeous and heavenly as yours should not sit in Eden and cry. He wanted to ask you why you were crying, who caused all those tears but he felt like it wasn’t his place to do so - you were an angel after all. Was he even allowed to sit next to you? The first man didn’t know, but he was sure that if he wouldn’t be allowed near you, you would tell him so. Lucifer might be disobeying heaven’s rules, but you? You looked too pure to do so.

You quickly wiped your tears away as soon as you noticed the presence next to you, when you turned your head to look at the person that had decided to take their place by your side, you were quite surprised to see the face of the first man there. “You look so sad,” the brunette hummed as he reached out to gently touch your cheek. Your golden, broken looking eyes met equally broken brown ones and you somehow found comfort in them, even though they belonged to a total stranger. “Yeah,” you softly chuckled at his words, a small smile forced itself onto your lips, “I guess that’s normal when you get dumped, though.” So the rumors had been true, Lucifer had left his boyfriend for Adam’s former wife. He inhaled deeply, “That’s what love brings.” And yeah, he had a point. Love was able to bring joy and happiness, but it could also take those feelings away from you within seconds. Carefully you leaned into Adam’s touch and closed your eyes as you breathed in the scent of the brunette. “A creature as beautiful as you shouldn’t be sad over losing someone like Lucifer though,” the first man continued and gently caressed your cheek with his thumb, wiping away all remains of your tears. “That’s so easy to say, Adam,” your voice cracked when you said his name and you opened your eyes again, “He was everything.” Adam nodded, he understood, “So was Eve. And Lilith. But sometimes they choose a different path than you do and there is nothing you can do to change that.”

And looking at it that way made you realize that Adam was in the same situation as you were, a situation that tore apart everything just because Lucifer had made a reckless decision. You had lost everything and so had Adam, you were sitting in the same boat, sailing the same ocean of sadness. But now you had found each other, so at least you weren’t sailing alone anymore. “Adam?” you asked quietly as you looked at the first man, making sure you’d get nothing but honesty when your eyes met his, “Can you stay?” And without hesitation the first man nodded, this would not only bring you comfort and take a little bit of the sadness away from you, no, the brunette would also find comfort in this, you would keep his mind busy and that he was very thankful for.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[gojos-fr-bae]

Liar pt.2

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Pairing: Gojo x fem!eader

Warnings: Pregnancy, blood, mass k1lling, heavy themes kinda, angst, not proofred

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Here's Part 2! If anyone wants a part three I will definitely but bc i'm busy with school It will probably come over the weekend so ya'll will have to wait a week 😭 Y/N and Kouki didn't make appearances in this part unfortunately but I felt like Satoru just needed hi moment. This is more serious than py.1 so I still hope you like it. Not proof red.

Month 3

Satoru

Gojo layed practically lifeless on his bed, devoid of any life or emotion other than pain. He hadn’t left the room since his arrival for he had lost his entire reason to live. He doesn’t even know how he survived before you. He had run out of tears to shed as he wallowed in pure unadulterated anguish.

All you had ever asked of him is to be there for you, to love and cherish you. You had never asked for more from him. You had always been a shoulder to lean on, you had always unconditionally loved him no matter how long he abandoned you, how many arguments you had or how many lies he told. And all you had ever wanted from him, is for him to be there, and he couldn’t even do that. Now not only did he lose the love of his life, but his son too.

If you had told him even five years ago that he not only would have settled down with someone, but had a child with them, he would have laughed so hard he would fall over.

His biggest fear was always being inadequate. What if he wasn’t a good father. He can’t even protect you, how would he be able to protect his own child? A life that he brought into this world with the most perfect woman in the world but tainted with his blood.

If only he hadn’t taken that mission. If only he had been there. If only you weren’t harassed into leaving him.

Suddenly, his pain slowly morphed into anger, pure red hot hatred.

They did this. 

The higher ups, his parents, all of them. They forced you to leave. They are the reason why he lost his wife and child. It was all their fault that he lost everything. Gojo was overwhelmed with the want to shed all their blood. To get justice for you, his son, for having to surfer in his absence. All those disgusting excuses for humans did this.

And they. Will. Pay.

Month 4

Satoru had been struggling to find a way to control his emotions. The extreme pain and hatred that coursed through his veins. He couldn’t let them know what he was planning, but all he would see was red as they dared to show their putrid faces to him. Gojo found himself doing something he had never imagined he would as he drowned himself in alcohol

He had reached a point where he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to kill while sober. He would wake up, drink, get dressed, drink, work, eat, drink and fall asleep with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

He hated it so much and knew you would hate to see him like this but every time he walked past the untouched nursery and gazed the crib lying empty at the edge of the room, he could never hold back his emotions and would sob on the floor, leaning beside it and drinking to stop the pain. To stop feeling. He just wanted to make it stop.

All this showed him just how much he needed to fix the jujutsu world. He needed to make sure that his students would be safe, that they would never have to experience this form of immense, unbearable sadness. He had to do this once and for all.

…………..

Twenty elders filled the conference room, gazes landing on the six-eyes sorcerer seated at the foot of the long table, sipping on a glass of bourbon and completely ignoring their presence

Gojou was currently considered a fugitive and the higher ups were only taking this opportunity to catch him off guard. If only they knew.

“So, you decided to finally show yourself,” His father mumbled,sitting to one his right, his mother on his left..

Satoru stayed silent as all of them took their seats. Ancient and renowned former sorcerers. All of them, in one room. ALl the higher ups of not only jujutsu tech, But the Jujutsu world. Every single one of them.

They simultaneously began to question him, their voices filling his head only adding to his anger. He clenched his fist so tight his nails drew blood from his palm.

“Why,” He mumbled in an almost inaudible tone, yet loud enough to silence all those seated at the table.

“Why what?” an elder of the zen’in clan questioned in a gruff tone.

Fear filled their eyes as a chilling and heavy cursed energy loomed over the room, radiation from the white haired sorcerer.

“You harassed my wife and son to the point where they fled the country,” Ho practically growled under his breath, finally taking off his glasses and looking up at all those who sat before him with bloodshot eyes.

“You really think that that stupid commoner could even raise a-”

Vivid violence and k1ll1ng under the cut, skip to the next cut if uncomfortable with this. 

........

The man's words were cut off by his head exploding, blood splattering on those who sat beside him, his lifeless body slumping down on the table. They screamed and began to  curse out Satoru but he went around the room ruthlessly slaughtering each and every one of them. One. At. A. Time. 

And he made sure they all suffered a slow and painful death while his parents sat there and watched it all unfold before their eyes. As Satoru completed the butchering of the higher ups, he slowly walked towards them, hair dyed a deep red from their blood, clothes drenched in the same. He slowly leaned towards his father.

“You’re next.” He whispered ominously. 

He straightened himself and slowly walked out of the room, leaving the heaps of corpses behind him and never turning back.

……..

Gojo, slowly opened the door to the grand door leading to his cold and empty home. He forced himself into the shower, washing away the blood that latched to his skin, hand gripped tightly around your ring which hung loosely off his neck. HIs tears mixed with the water cascading from the shower, finally feeling one of the many burdens he carries on his shoulders melt away with the grime on his body.

He made his way to his bed, sitting on the soft comforters and picking up the picture he kept on his bedside table, in a small gold frame.

He gently kissed it before laying down and clutching it to his chest, mentally preparing for the turmoil he will experience starting tomorrow. But he was ready to fight the entire world if that is what it took. As long as he was making a world safe enough for his son to live in, he would fight the devil himself.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Even more sceptical abt this one..... Angry Gojo tho......

@porridgesblog , @giannitaa , @c0pkiller , @havens-not-here

© gojos-fr-bae

#gojo satoru #gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo imagine #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo angst #gojou satoru x you #satoru gojo x reader #jujustu kaisen

[centipedelightning]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do a skeleboys x reader whose gut reaction when the get spooked is to sort of pull their boy back to them not caus they don't trust him their just used to being a protector.

(I request undertale and underfell plus dealers choice :D)

Thanks love your stuff by the way

Waaaa how cute! Ugh I love dealers choice it just means I can write my pookies (today that means the swapfell bros). Yk I always feel bad bc I feel like I write too little. I am used to writing research papers where I just get to the point so creative writing is so painful.

| Ut/Uf/Sf Skelebros x protective reader || super vaguely romantic for a few || fluffy |

Cw/Tw: None

Sans

He’s blushing

I imagine this would be the kind of situation where you two were near some people that got in a physical altercation and you pulled him back. That kind of unconscious instinct both surprises and Greatly flatters him.

He’ll go all wide-socketed and just look at you like you’ve grown extra eyes.

Once the y’all are away from whatever situation spooked you, he’ll start making little jokes non-stop. It’s terrible.

“what was that?” “Wdym what was that?” “were you trying to protect me??” “Tf are you talking about??” “you need a new nickname. i didn’t realize you’re such a guard dog.” “Sans what are you talking about”

Sans tries to keep the energy equal in a relationship. Not one-to-one type of stuff where if you do one chore one day he’ll do it the next, as much as if you put in a lot of work he’ll try to treat you or do something that shows that he knows you did it and appreciates it. So now that he knows you’ll jump to his defense at the drop of a hat, he makes it his mission to Not let you do that. He is flattered of course but he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

In smaller situations where you just got spooked by something he’ll try to calm you down with jokes and puns.

Papyrus

BLUSHING AND STUTTERING AND AND AND

He’s so flattered he’s just a mess.

Papyrus is the type of person that will jump to anyone’s defense immediately, so you reciprocating the energy means everything to him.

He doesn’t spook very easy, so you’ll probably be the jumpier person. No matter what gets you, big or small, you just randomly pulling him behind you has him blushing hard enough to glow.

Emotional bioluminescence never works in a skeleton’s favor.

I fear that you don’t realize what you brought onto yourself though.

If you weren’t already, Papyrus is staying up planning you an incredibly detailed workout plan to make sure you are capable in combat.

“YOU SHOULD BE PREPARED TO FIGHT IF YOU ARE SO DESPERATE TO DEFEND MY HONOR NYEH-HEH-HEH”

The finalized workout regimen is planned exactly to your physical limitations. Almost to a concerning degree… did he do a secret medical exam or something??

No for the record, but he wouldn’t say no matter what the answer.

Red

Red is pretty jumpy himself so his hackles are already raised as he is trying to drag you behind him, but You dragged him back first??? You want to protect Him???

Swoon

He’s swooning

He still wins this nonexistent battle for the right to protect the other, so he manages to get you close to him. Sorry not sorry but Red’s protective instincts are hard to match, let alone beat.

If the situation was severe enough that you two would need to leave, once y’all do he’s all over you. Laughing and joking about how you’re trying to play guard dog.

He does try to check in a make sure you know you can depend on him yada yada. Please reassure him that you know and whatnot.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you or feels insecure of course—hell one of his many types is strong and forthcoming—he is just also used to being the protector and wants to make sure you don’t burden yourself.

Edge

Utterly flabbergasted.

That’s all.

Confused even

Situationally you have two options: either you startled at something he also recognizes as a “threat” or you jump at something that just happened to scare you. Both of these options end with him looking at you like you are some combination of a deity and an oddly shaped cat. Confusion, wonder, adoration, a touch of horror—you get the picture.

More specifically, for the smaller option he will just straight up ask you wtf, but for the “big threat” option he gloats. Loudly.

He is about to get very loud.

Imagine something along the lines of “NYAHAHA YES FEAR ME AND MY HUMAN HAHAHA”

Edge is a skeleton that loves his theatrics what can I say.

You will also be put through a training regimen btw. It’s about the same as Papyrus’ just with more sparring. You did this to yourself.

Indigo

I’m so sorry but Indi picks fights.

He does

He’s shameless

Maybe you can try to physically pull him away from needling randos? Then again you jumping to his defense might just make him more confident and Worse.

You won’t get a workout regimen out of this guy though! Little victories.

for literally any other time where something just makes you jump and you grab him instinctually, he’ll play into it. You should tell him as soon as you can if that’s something you don’t want.

But he will dramatically jump into a fighting stance the second you start to tug him towards you.

He is always ready to defend his human’s honor.

Cash

He let’s you drag him back with very little resistance.

In all honesty he finds you jumping to his safety quite amusing, especially if it was from something small that just happened to make you jump and grab him with you.

If there’s ever a situation where you aren’t in immediate danger but near some (like some strangers getting into an altercation) Cash will absolutely allow you to do whatever you want.

He’s never gonna let either of y’all get into real danger, so as long as that doesn’t happen you are free to your instincts to try and protect him.

Hell, you might not even need to grab him with how much he loves to touch or hang off you. No sense of personal space truly.

#•centipede writes• #request #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #sans x you #papyrus x you #ut!sans #ut!papyrus #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #undertale imagines #undertale x reader #undertale senarios #undertale self insert #undertale #underfell #swapfell #x reader #underfell sans #undertale sans #swapfell sans #undertale papyrus #underfell papyrus #swapfell papyrus

[imaginedisish]

Sparks (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: HELLLOOOO everyone!!! Here is the Din Djarin x reader fic I said I’d post. This is my first fic in a few months so please forgive me. I am exhausted, and I’ve been writing this throughout my day (may or may not have been writing and editing in class). Thus, this may be incredibly sloppy. I am so sorry. HOWEVER, this is incredibly SMUTTY so minors SCRAM! I hope you guys enjoy. The song I reference is “Sparks” by Coldplay and it very much inspired this....but so did Cardigan by Taylor Swift. Anyway...enough of me talking...ENJOY!

Summary: Din looking out for you turns into so much more than either of you could have ever imagined (featuring *there’s only one bed*). 

Warnings: Major pining, Jedi!reader, SMUT so 18+, cursing, PIV, fingering/oral (f!receiving) no mentions of birth control so WRAP it before you TAP IT FOLKS, references to canon typical violence and injuries, idiots to lovers, crest still exists bc im a lazy writer... I think that’s it...

Word Count: 3,221

The stars flash by the Crest in a streaky, messy blur. The light reflects off the beskar clad man next to you. The conversation had died down a half an hour ago. Now you and Din sat in warm, comfortable silence. You should really head to your bunk, but you don’t want to. You’re fighting to keep your eyes open at this point. You feel like a child on the back of a speeder, confidently telling their parents they aren’t tired, that they won’t fall asleep on the way home this time. Every second you get with Din counts, even if it means falling asleep in the cockpit and waking up with a sore back. The uncomfortable chair was worth the reward of just being next to him.

But you’d never let him know that. You couldn’t.

It probably went against his code. Or even worse, there’s always the chance he doesn’t feel the same. The thought alone makes your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. You quickly shake it off and glance over at Din. His visor is set on the deep space in front of you.

“You’re tired,” He says, his modulated voice breaking the silence.

“No, I most certainly am not,” You jokingly insist, shifting slightly underneath the blanket he had gotten for you just a few minutes ago.

“Sure you aren’t, cyar’ika,” He chuckles softly. He knows he’s right, and you do too. But you don’t want to fall asleep, not now. Not when he’s next to you, teasing you, leading you on. It doesn’t matter if this ends in heartbreak. You just want to be with him, to hear his voice, to feel him near you.

You smirk at him, and you hope he’s smirking back underneath that helmet of his. “I’m fine, really,” You insist, your smirk turning into an appreciative smile. He nods and turns back towards the stars ahead.

You quietly wish he was still looking at you.

And then, he breaks the silence again. “Your back is gonna hurt tomorrow if you fall asleep out here,” He says softly, intently. Your heart drums away rapidly in your chest. “Don’t need you getting more hurt than you already do because of me…” He trails off. There’s a sense of sadness in his voice. “I’m supposed to look out for you.”

You know exactly what he’s talking about. The blaster shot, just a week ago. Your hand finds its way underneath your shirt, rubbing softly at the wrap Din had resecured over the injury earlier this morning while you were still on Tatooine.

“Din,” You whisper, inching to the edge of your chair to be closer to him. “I’m here because I chose to be, because I want to be,” You pause for a second to stop yourself from giving away more than you mean to. “And I’d be getting into trouble no matter what, with or without you,” You joke. It was true. Maybe it wouldn’t be bounty hunting, and it certainly wouldn’t be Jedi stuff like your parents had tried to force you to learn throughout your childhood, but it would’ve been something.

If you were to be completely honest, one thing you’re fully convinced of is that whatever it would be, it would always be with Din, in every universe, every timeline. Something called you to him, clung you to him. The stars, the force, something. Whatever it was, it kept you here.

He turns his helmet towards you and stares in silence for a few seconds. Your heart flutters uncontrollably in your chest at the attention. You could feel heat rising to your cheeks. He takes a hand off the controls and reaches towards you, resting his hand on your own.

“Thank you,” He mutters through his vocoder. He’s rarely ever this open, this vulnerable with you.

“You don’t have to thank me for being honest,” You whisper, practically unintelligibly. Your nerves are getting the best of you. One more move from Din and you’ll melt into a puddle of words you’ll never be able to take back.

He squeezes your hand softly and pulls away. Somehow, your hand has never felt colder than it does in this very moment.

After a few minutes, his voice fills the cockpit once again. “Just don’t fall asleep out here, ‘kay? Take the bunk if you’re tired. You need rest.” Despite the modulator there’s a warmth in his voice. You could swear there’s even a hint of care, possibly even love…

No, You think to yourself. Maybe you should head to the bunk. Maybe you do need space from Din. What are you supposed to do when you can’t hold these stupid feelings back anymore? What are you supposed to do when the inevitable happens, when he delivers that final crushing blow, ‘I don’t feel that way about you, I’m sorry.’ You stare off into the distance. You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You were doomed from the start. So foolish, so fucking foolish, You think.

“You okay?” Din’s words yank you from your thoughts. He’s staring at you again, and you’re more than positive that there’s a look of concern hidden beneath that visor.

All you can muster is a quiet yes and a subtle nod. Din nods back, but you know he’s not quite buying it. He looks towards the control panel, quickly flicking some lever on. Your eyes are too heavy to pay attention to what he’s actually doing. “I know I’m not as…open as you,” He pauses for a second, debating what to say next, “But if something’s wrong, I’m here. You can talk to me.”

“I know,” You whisper back. And Maker, did you want to.

The cockpit finally succumbs to comfortable silence once again. Despite your endlessly wandering mind, it was even harder to stay awake now. Thinking about all the possibilities and paths was far too overwhelming. It took up more energy than you had. So, just as Din expected, you drift off to sleep, your exhaustion finally taking hold.

He looks over at you, curled up against the co-pilot’s chair, laying on your side, facing him. You had fallen asleep; he knew you would. You always did. Din smirks, you never did listen. He loved that about you, your stubbornness, your independence. He knows you can’t stay like that though, sleeping on that rigid chair, but he doesn’t want to wake you up. You barely sleep enough as it is.

He stands up from the pilot’s chair and walks over towards you, carefully taking your legs under one arm and your upper body under the other. He scoops you up and walks out of the cockpit and towards the one and only bunk on the Crest.

You can feel the cold beskar against your side, your skin slightly exposed as your shirt rides up your stomach. You absent-mindedly nestle into Din’s chest, your eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Din?” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck. Part of you thinks this isn’t real, that you’re dreaming, and you’ll wake up in the co-pilot’s chair alone.

He shushes you softly, his thumb gently rubbing circles into your shoulder. “I’ve got you, cyare.” His voice is calmer than usual, more relaxed. “You fell asleep in the cockpit.” He approaches the bunk, loosening his hold on you ever-so-slightly as he carefully places you down onto the bed. But you don’t let go of him, you want to keep him close.

Once he’s sure you’re secure in the bunk, his hands slide out from under your body and up to where your arms rest around his neck. He doesn’t let go. It isn’t until you feel his fingers brushing against your bare arms that you realize his gloves are off.

Maybe now is the time to test the waters. You can feel the word vomit coming up, burning your metaphorical and emotional esophagus. And Maker, do you wish he’d just lay down with you, sleep next to you. Maybe the risk is worth the reward.

“Would you stay with me?” The words finally leave your lips. You’re shocked at your ability to ask a question like that. You had never shared the bunk before. One of you always slept in the cockpit. “You should rest too,” You say, trying to cover up your true intentions.

Din shifts a bit in his spot, but he still doesn’t let go of you. You can see the gears turning in his head. “Okay,” He decides. You practically gasp with shock, and you embarrassingly do your best to hide it.

He takes his armor off, but not his helmet, like he always does. You’ll never get over how he looks without his chest plate, his broad shoulders, his tan skin. You move further into the bunk, giving Din space to climb in next to you. He shuts the door to the bunk, and only once the tiny space has been encased in darkness does he remove his helmet.

You’re up against one another, face to face, no space in between – not even an inch. You’d never been with him when he didn’t have his helmet on. Your stomach does a backflip at the thought that he feels safe taking it off with you, even if it’s in the darkness.

He hesitantly drags his hand up to your waist, resting it softly just above your hip. “Is this okay, cyare?” You had never heard his voice unmodulated. It’s clearer, unadulterated. Honey, golden, but still somehow rough. You want to replay every word that he says.

You hum a yes into the darkness. You nervously bring your hand up to his neck, waiting briefly for him to protest – but he doesn’t. “What’s that mean, cyare?” You ask, struggling to pronounce the word.

He takes a few seconds before answering your question. You can’t help but think that you’ve pressed too far. “Don’t worry about it,” He says finally. Yep, pressed too far, you think to yourself.

You quickly remove your hand from his neck, immediately realizing that you’ve crossed a million boundaries all within a matter of seconds. “I’m sorry I just-,”

He grabs your hand before you can get too far away from him. “It means beloved,” He says curtly. “And cyar’ika,” He pauses, and you can hear him swallow harshly. “It means sweetheart.”

You try not to overthink his confessions, or translations rather. They could just be meaningless pet names that have absolutely nothing to do with how he feels for you. Why get riled up only to be brought back down?

But then again, there’s no avoiding this forever, and there’s no time like the present.

“Din,” You whisper. You’re not sure you can finish your sentence. You can feel his breath brush against your lips. “I…” You trail off, noticing how much the bunk smells like him, musk and spice and something else you can’t quite place.

“What is it, mesh’la?” He asks.

You laugh anxiously to yourself. “You didn’t tell me what that one means,” You say, trying to stall, to buy time.

“I’ll tell you once you tell me what’s on your mind,” He says coolly, as if none of this is affecting him. He knows what he’s doing.

You take a deep breath. “I think about you Din,” You mumble nervously. “All the time, and I think I-,”

He cuts you off, stealing the words from you, as if he could read your mind. “I love you.”

His lips come crashing down onto yours in the darkness. The kiss isn’t rushed or hurried, but there’s a hunger to it, a feeling you’ve never felt before. Din wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him – if that’s even possible.

You’re almost upset when he comes up for air. It isn’t enough, you need more. You want to be forged to him somehow, irreversibly, and irrevocably sealed to one another.

“I love you,” You say to him, breathing heavily, your heart beating out of your chest.

“I know,” He says back, his lips meeting yours once again.

His hand slips under your shirt, his thumbs dragging against your skin. Heat rushes to your core and you can’t help but let out a soft moan – after all, you and Din are far beyond touch starved.

He pushes himself up and over you so that you’re held down underneath him. Your hands explore his entire body, his waist, his stomach, his abs, until you finally reach his face. You find his lips with the tips of your fingers. Din peppers them with kisses as you glide upwards towards his nose, then the bags under his eyes, his forehead. You wished you could see his face, but for now this would do. This was more than enough. This was more than you could have ever asked for.

“Wanted this for so long, cyare,” Din says between breaths. He burrows his head into your neck, nipping at the exposed skin. “Wanted you this whole time,” He says, his lips pressed against your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine.

His hands move further up your body, pushing under your bra. “Please Din,” You mumble. “Need you.” And that’s all the permission he needs. He pushes your shirt up and over your head, throwing it somewhere in the mess of bunk, along with your bra.

He rolls his thumb over one nipple before moving to the other. “You’re so fucking perfect, so beautiful,” He sighs, pinching your nipple slightly before trailing down towards the waist band of your shorts. He tugs on the fabric and dips his hand inside. He feels the outside of your panties, already soaked through. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so wet for me mesh’la.”

You squirm underneath him. You need him to touch you, to do something, anything. “Din,” You mutter. “I-,”

Before you can finish your sentence, he’s yanking your shorts and your panties down your legs. He climbs back over you, his hand trailing up your inner thigh before diving into your folds and settling on your clit.

“Wanna make you come, pretty girl,” He whispers against your ear, his fingers making quick work of rubbing your clit. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing. His words alone could send you over the edge.

You shudder under his touch as he quickens his pace. “Feels s’good,” You moan into his mouth as his lips come down onto yours.

“Doing so good for me,” Din murmurs. “Being such a good girl.” You can feel yourself getting closer and closer as Din’s fingers press harder against your clit, circling faster. You throw your head back and moan his name.

Then, out of nowhere, Din’s hand leaves your heat. You need more, you need to feel him. “Please don’t stop,” You beg shamelessly. The covers shuffle as he moves, and you can feel the weight of the mattress sink a bit.

He doesn’t give you much time to grieve the loss of his fingers, his tongue dragging up the inside of your thigh. “Oh fuck,” You whimper as Din’s mouth meets your heat. You can feel his beard softly scratching against your legs. He brings his fingers towards your folds, pushing inside. “S-shit,” You stutter as Din pumps two fingers in and out of you.

His tongue alternates between swirling around your core and sucking roughly against your clit. “You taste so good, so fucking good,” Din’s voice vibrates against you, making it harder to hold on. “Can’t wait to be inside of you.” His fingers pick up their merciless pace, pumping in and out.

“Din, I-I can’t…” You trail off, unable to finish your sentence. You’re on the brink, you can’t hold back any longer.

“I’ve got you, pretty girl,” Din coos. He laps at your folds in between sentences. “Let go for me mesh’la.”

You feel your walls tightening around his fingers as waves of searing hot pleasure wash over you. “Din!” You cry out, his fingers still pushing in and out of your folds, his mouth still sucking softly against you. He slows his pace as you come down from your high before finally pulling away from you.

He pushes himself back on top of you, his forehead coming up to rest against yours. You reach down, your fingertips brushing against his erection.

“Need you inside of me, Din, please,” You beg, jerking him off gently through his pants. Din groans audibly, and you stop for a moment to hook your fingers under his waistband. Din helps you, shoving them and his boxers down his legs and casting them off into the mess that you two had made.

He grabs his cock in his hand, jerking it off a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. You can feel the head of his length as he pushes through your folds and sinks all the way inside you. You can feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as he fills you up. He moans your name, and it hangs in the air, reverberates against the walls of the bunk.

“So fucking tight for me,” He groans, pulling himself out of you to pump back in and bottom out. He’s so deep inside of you, hitting the right spot with each thrust. “You feel so good.” You clench around his length at the sound of his voice.

He reaches down, the tips of his fingers once again finding their way to your clit. Din immediately begins rubbing rough circles, just as he did before. He finds his pace, rutting in and out of you rhythmically. It isn’t long until you feel yourself growing closer to your peak.

“Din,” You sigh, barely able to get a word out. “I’m so close.”

“M-me too, pretty girl,” Din stutters, somehow finding a way to pump into you harder and faster. “F-fuck, taking me so well.” He presses harder into your clit, circling around your core. You bring your hands up to his back, digging your nails down into his skin. It was too much. You could feel yourself getting closer with each thrust. You can feel your walls tightening uncontrollably around him. “That’s it, good girl. Come for me.” And you can’t help but give in.

“D-Din!” You practically scream his name, coming undone around him. You throw your head back, seeing sparks and stars as you hit your peak. Din is close behind, his pace growing sloppier as he comes inside you. He slowly thrusts in and out before pulling out.

He takes a deep breath, his forehead coming down to rest on yours.

“You’re so perfect,” He whispers, his breath ghosting your nose. “Shouldn’t have waited so long to do that…” He trails off, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I love you Din,” You say, still out of breath. “I always have. I would’ve waited longer if I had to.”

He kisses you again, even gentler than last time. “I always knew you’d be the death of me,” He chuckles. You can feel his laugh vibrate through his face, through his whole body. No beskar, no hiding. “And I promise, I will always love you, cyar’ika…

“Always.”

Yeah, I saw sparks

Yeah, I saw sparks

And I saw sparks

Yeah, I saw sparks

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[radiant-reid]

spencer dropping a wine glass or something and being really scared y/n’s gonna get mad at him (bc like,,,childhood trauma) but she’s just laughing at how clumsy he is

imagine the poor thing immediately flinching when she gets up the get the broom [:(] and then being even more scared bc he thinks y/n might interpret his fear as him being scared of her [:((((]

this is me projecting

Hope you’re doing okay 🫶🏼

tw: childhood abuse themes

The best news your Friday could bring- besides getting to spend the weekend with your boyfriend (thanks, serial killers)- is a special bottle of wine gift from Rossi. As they always do, you know it’s going to taste exquisite.

Spencer’s attempting to plate cheese and crackers, siting you need something to go with the alcohol, when in his usual clumsy fashion, he flings his hands around slightly too much while speaking and knocks a wine glass of the countertop. It’s yet to be filled which makes less of a mess on the tiles but glass goes flying everywhere.

You stop giggling at his antics as you get up off the couch to survey the scene. It’s not until you look up at him that you realize he might be hurt. “How are you?” You check.

He processes your question quickly, shrinking into himself and backing away from you, seemingly not caring about the glass under his feet. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m so sorry.” He apologizes frantically.

He’s panicked in a way you’ve never seen before, and you can practically hear and feel how fast his hearts beating.

“Just let me get my shoes.” You direct, guessing that, however unlikely, somehow in his 30 years of living, he’s never broken a glass and doesn’t know what to do. “Stay there.”

“Please don’t.” He practically begs you, near to tears. “I said I was sorry. I didn’t want to make you upset, I promise.”

It’s then that you get it. There’s no other explanation to why he would be so worried about breaking a glass, try to apologize quickly and beg you not to get something which you figure could be used to hurt him.

“Oh, baby.” You coo. “I’m not upset at all. I just wanted to wear shoes to sweep it up so you wouldn’t get glass in your feet trying to clean it up yourself.” You explain, reaching out to touch his hand.

He visibly relaxes, processing what you’re saying. “You’re not mad I broke a glass?” He double-checks.

“Of course not. We’ve got 5 more.” You remind him. “And you’re allowed to be clumsy, no matter what anyone might have told you.”

“It was my dad.” He confesses. “He hated reminders that I was uncoordinated.”

It’s definitely possible to hate someone you’ve never met because you’re not a big fan of William Reid.

“You know that’s wrong, right?” You ask. “I’d never be so mad with you that I did that, and certainly not over something minor like a wine glass. It’s replaceable, you’re not.”

He soaks in your words before nodding, confirming he believes you. “Thank you.”

You squeeze his hand. “I love you, Spence.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #criminal minds #spencer reid blurb

[emry-stars-art]

I hate drake so much i hope he dies a painful death in your royal AU 😡

Fairly certain this is gonna be a common agreement yes

Honestly in one version of events I just imagine Drake making a stupid mistake in a battle or border dispute and getting himself killed like a coward or an idiot because he is both of those things

In ANOTHER version I was talking about with @jtl-fics and @paradoxolotl we can make it as dramatic as we want ✨

And honestly I’ve been meaning to write it! I even started writing it, but as I went I realized it has the potential to get wayyy out of hand by way of scenes (in that it would become several scenes bc there’s so much to cover) so instead of waiting to be fully finished, I am going to give us all an early sparknotes or summary of events

What I DID write all the way was what might happen when Abram and the prince run into Spear at a ball/event: here.

(⬆️POV you are a very stupid baron and you’ve just made your very last mistake)

Find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕

After all that (the snippet) goes down, Spear is probably very angry. How dare the prince act so ungrateful to his family, how dare he be threatened by the Evermore mutt, and how dare he be publicly embarrassed like that. He’s too proud to even go fume about it on his own. He’s always had people and things to take his anger out on. So he reverts back to what he knows.

No one in the castle stops him on his search of the halls. They all recognize the Spear family - of course the Spears visited often, at least before, and often enough to send their prince to live with them. The twins and anyone else in the know about the prince’s time there are extremely private about it. The staff that see Spear have no reason to think anything of his presence at all.

But Abram is still standing watch at Andrew’s door, and he doesn’t seem about to leave. Spear likely thinks it doesn’t matter much - the brat is small and unassuming except for those nasty scars. Abram even gets distracted by a small crash coming from the direction of the stairs, wandering a little way down to see.

It should have been obvious not to underestimate an official royal bodyguard. Spear hasn’t even touched the door before Abram is there, pinning an arm behind his back as something sharp again presses to Spear’s jacket. The surprise knocks Spear against the prince’s door before Abram pulls him up and back a few steps.

Andrew does answer. Likely he thought it was Abram knocking, but as soon as he sees Spear he freezes. Spear doesn’t even have time to revel in the fear he caused - Abram uses all his weight to swing Spear around and shove him hard against the far wall. What Spear vainly thought was an empty threat before feels suddenly much more real, the way Abram doesn’t try to be at all gentle or careful. The blade is biting into Spear’s clothes.

And Spear is angry. The Evermore filth on him, the gall to treat Spear like this when Spear should be allowed to trample this brat under his horse. The brat thinking he had any say over the Palmetto prince.

He snarls, “Andrew, control your dog!”

And he doesn’t see it, but that snaps a little of Andrew’s panic. The only thing more potent than Andrew’s memories is his white hot anger at Abram’s, and even though Abram doesn’t react, Andrew absolutely refuses to let that slide.

Spear hears, “Dont let him touch you,” and then he’s released. Finally, he can get a little justice for this treatment. He turns and raises a hand to strike Abram.

Abram takes off his hand as he swings.

Andrew gets full oversight on Spear’s punishment. They have him convicted of untoward behavior, trespassing, and then Andrew allows ‘attempted destruction or harm of royal property’ only when he’s told it adds heavy consequence.

Really, it doesn’t matter all that much. Everyone in that room for the proceedings knows why he’s really there, and maybe those three charges wouldn’t always add up to a death sentence, but Aaron has been waiting for this chance. He adds ‘intention of treason’ to the trespassing charge and tells Andrew to do what he will.

Andrew doesn’t let Abram near it when they carry out the sentence. He does go through with some of his plans for Drake - he won’t ever make Drake pay 1:1 for what he’s done, but the magnitude would have been similar, had they gotten that far. They don’t, though. Andrew is doing just fine watching the proceedings, letting it pass through his eyes and ears and only be remembered when he really wanted. He had been sure he wanted this, he’d been sure it would be satisfying and cathartic. But he wasn’t feeling those things as much as he should have been.

Part of the punishment for treason is flogging. Andrew sees the strikes fall and it looks vaguely familiar. He’s seen those wounds and scars before. And suddenly it comes to him all at once; he doesn’t want to be here. He doesn’t want to watch this. He just wants Drake dead. He wants Abram.

So he moves for the first time in several minutes.

“Enough. I’m finished.”

Aaron gives him a look but gestures to the soldiers or whoever else. Andrew stands and goes to leave and there’s a scuffle behind him, yells and pounding feet. Something unsheathed and then a heavy, sickening thud. Maybe even a cut off scream.

Even then he doesn’t turn around. He can’t make himself. Spear had charged him, he understands distantly. He doesn’t know who was just struck, but the only person that should have been so close to him was his brother.

He whispers, “…Aaron?”

“Go, Andrew,” Aaron says quietly, and Andrew finally breathes again. “Abram is waiting.”

So Andrew does go, and he spends a long time holding Abram, assuring himself that Abram is there in one piece and isn’t being harmed, Drake is no longer there and can’t harm anyone else. Maybe this is far enough in that Andrew can even let himself be held, too. So he does find the catharsis and satisfaction, but not in watching Drake suffer. Just in the fact that Abram allows him close enough to hold, to play with his hair, to fall asleep there curled up in the middle of his bed. Unused mattress to every side and no space between them.

#this man.... angers me #and yeah I still don’t have a read on the Spear house’s title #like I had them as Duke/Duchess #but I think Baron is a little lower on that totem pole #and there’s just something about Drake and Abram being the same rank that… I do not appreciate #ANYWAY that’s why this is very much a wip #we don’t gotta worry about it now #all that matters is that Drake is ✨gone✨ #also rest assured if Abram wasn’t between them and Andrew had a weapon #Abram would not have been the one taking off Spear’s hand for the dog comment #and also also #ash the ‘curled up in the middle of Andrew’s big ass royal bed’ just for u #bc it’s SO sweet #but I must be done here #fan art #my art #my writing #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #royal au #dan wilds #aaron minyard #drake spear #asks #anon

[romanarose]

Please Don’t Go?

Santiago Garcia x Gn!reader

Summary: You beg Santi not to leave for work.

Warnings: Extremely depressed reader, Santi worries they might be a danger to themself. Eating problems but not for weight loss, more appetite loss. References to concerns of self harm in some way. Proceed with caution.

Immersability: reader is gender neutral so you can imagine fem, masc, non binary etc. but I generally write fem so if I mess up on pronouns or something lmk. Santi can carry reader.

AN: Written on my phone bc I’m having a time rn and just wanna lay in bed and think of Santiago. Writing will probably sound worse than my usual bullshit.

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Santi had been forced hit snooze 6 times already. You wouldn’t let him leave.

He knew you’d been struggling, and nothing he could do seemed to help. You didn’t respond to anything he tried. He couldn’t get you to go for a walk; the only time you went outside was when he picked you up and took you. Hell, he’d bought and assembled a porch swing just so that you could stay attached to him since you would not let go.

You weren’t eating. He tried cooking home made, he tried ordering your favorites, he even tried getting you desert for dinner just so you’d eat something. In the end he had to threaten to take you to the hospital if you didn’t at least choke down a few bites per meal; Santiago tried his best to make the most nutritious food he could. Soon enough he figured out you’d eat smoothies, and put all the powders, spinach, and super fruits he could get his hands on as well as nutrition shakes. It was better than nothing.

You only washed when he drew you a bath or showered with you.

You didn’t do any of your crafts you enjoyed.

You didn’t laugh at your shows or read books or listen to podcasts.

You weren’t you.

The benefit of consulting is he could do a lot of work at home, which he did so he could help care for you…. But there was another reason. He was scared to leave you alone.

He frequently texted, called when he could, and if you didn’t answer he asked Frankie Ben or Will to check in. They usually found you catatonically watching mindless TV in a daze.

It was getting worse.

“Hey baby, I need to get going, okay? I can get ready in the room if you want…” Santiago attempted to get up, but you caught his hand. With sad, already tearful eyes at 7 AM, you look up at him where he sat.

“Please don’t go?”

“Mi amor I have to… I have a presentation to do….”

He watched your lip quiver, letting go of his hand and sliding it back under the covers and look away from him, dejected.

“Okay.” You were closing off from him.

“I love you.” He said, again and again and again as he dressed, brushed his teeth, made breakfast and placed a breakfast sandwich in front of you, but only short responses. You weren’t mad. If you were mad, he could handle it… but your were sad, and that hurt him, so, so much. He’d hid all the sharp knives, razors, belts, anything he thinks might be a danger to you, but he didn’t feel right leaving. His gut told he couldn’t go…

Santiago called his boss, an old army pal of his. “Hey man… listen I uh… I’m not feeling good, can Will do the presentation? I can send him over the notes and-“

“No one knows it better than you, Pope. C’mon, you’ve been working on this for months, what’s wrong?”

“I just uhhh I have a cold, that’s all.”

“That’s not it, is it?”

Damn him. He knew Santi too well. “No, it’s not.” Santi explained it, how badly you were doing and how worried he was. That gut feeling.

His boss listened. “Do you think you can come in for just the presentation?”

“Yeah, yeah man I can do that.” Benny could come over for those two hours, keep you company.

“Okay, just come in at noon and then talk to me, we’ll see if we can’t get you some time off for this. After this project is done, me and Will can take on some of your duties.

“I appreciate it I do, but I don’t want you guys to have to-“

“Pope, your family is sick, it’s doesn’t matter that it’s mental. They need you. You’d do the same for us.”

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When Santi came back into the room, he found you softly crying and promptly climbed back into bed after kicking off his shoes. Santiago pulled you into his arms and held you close as you cried… softly, he cried with you. He was worried, so fucking worried.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart… it’ll be okay. I’m gonna take care of you. Whatever you need, I’m here… but baby?” With a gentle hand, Santi tilted your face up too look at him. He really was so, so handsome. Dark skin, sharp jaw, and normal steely eyes wet with worry. “We need to get you help, okay? We need to get you in with a psych. We can’t do this alone.”

You consider for a moment before burrying your head into his chest. “Okay.”

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Idk I’m in a mood.

Started writing this, roommate came home and tried talking to me, I was already trying not to cry so she asked me if I was okay which naturally made me cry. I’ve never cried in front of her before so I think she was surprised but gave me a really nice hug.

No tag list bc I’m on my phone and tired but I’ll rb tomorrow with the tag list if I find the energy

Love y’all, please take care of yourselves.

#santiago garcia #Santiago Garcia x reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #Santiago Garcia hurt comfort #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #santiago pope garcia #hurt comfort #tw depression #tw sh

[leclerced]

Its half past 4 am and i need to go to bed too but I’ll squeeze out a final brainrot for us to sleep to

A driver on the way to winning wdc, a ROOKIE no less and after actually winning you get absolutely HATE fucked by max. Thats all i really want in life. Imagine the sexual tension all throughout the season mixed with immense hatred and hes just kidnapping you back to the hotel and letting out all the anger and frustration towards you that build up over the year until you’re completely fucked out and unable to walk for the week. Im talking CRYING from overstimulation here.

That championship may not be his but that pussy sure is now.

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oh my goood. i want her to he a redbull driver bc imagine the drama of them getting a fourth driver’s title in a row like seb did but it’s a rookie instead of max?? the drama. sorry i rambled for like an hr. oopsies i meant to be quick.

can so imagine she’s not expecting to win any races on her debut season but wins on debut and everyone is shocked when she overtakes max and the team allows it, knows they’ll still get the one two finish plus they’ll get the amazing publicity of another first time redbull driver winning on debut, making history as the first female driver winning on debut.

max is furious about it. they're not given team orders which makes it so much worse, she genuinely overtakes him and they warned him she'd be making a move on him but he didn't expect her to successfully pass him or to maintain the lead and fend him off for the rest of the race. he’s not a baby who would demand team orders in his favor, especially when he knows they wouldn’t listen because they want her to win. he’s angry they want her to win. he’s angry he wants her to win and make history like he did. he hates that he was so enthusiastic about having a rookie as a teammate, thinking he’d get to show someone the ropes and all that. but she’s beating him on debut?

it gets better with the next race because he wins and she comes in third, and he feels like everything is falling into place again. until the next race when she gets pole and wins from it, leading every lap with him stuck in third behind charles, a switch-up on the previous weeks podium lineup. it continues like that with them nearly taking each other out a few times fighting for the lead, but somehow they don’t crash out throughout the season.

i can so see them taunting each other behind closed doors, where media won't catch it. also them getting drunk and flirty and pretending it didn't happen the next day. and i can see her being happy no matter what because she's doing so well on her debut season but max is only happy and nice when he wins a race and is leading the championship, so on the nights he wins, they somehow end up together in the back of the vip area of some club, both internally debating if fucking your teammates a good idea.

she wins by a handful of points, only three, and when she’s on the first place podium she shoves that number in his face as she sprays her champagne down on him. he wants to bend her over the podium and make her swallow down his cock instead of the champagne she gulps down. he pushes the thought from his mind when she’s wiping it from her jaw as it drips down her neck and soaks her suit more than charles’s spray already had.

he doesn’t even plan on acting on his pent up fantasies until he bumps into her and charles on his way out and she has the audacity to congratulate him on second in the championship, as if he wasn’t less than half a second away from behind first. as if she wasn’t first. he’s grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from charles, ignoring her questions of where they’re going. she only asks twice before she falls into step next to him, her footsteps faster than his to keep up with his longer stride. she’s got her trophy, the first place race trophy in her hands and he wants to smash it thinking about how he’s going to have to give her his driver’s championship trophy. how they’re going to engrave her name and break the streak of max verstappen signatures crawling up the trophy.

she realizes what’s happening when they get in the car and he puts his hand on her knee once they’re driving then asks if it’s okay and she’s like, “are you asking if it’s okay to touch me or to kidnap me?” and he insists he’s not kidnapping her and she recounts how he grabbed her, led her to his car, opened the passenger door and pushed her inside. he blushes and apologizes, his hand still on her knee and she tells him it’s okay. they get to the hotel and she follows him to his room and neither of them speak until they’re inside and he’d tell her to say red if he needs to stop, and she asks why he would need to stop and he’s like, “well i don’t plan on stopping until you tell me to. so say red when you need me to stop.”

once she agrees he’s kissing her like she’s never been kissed and pushing her against the wall, his hand squeezing her throat and his knee pushing between her thighs. he holds her there until she’s turning away from the kiss for air, and then he steps back and tells her to strip and get on the bed. she’d stare at him for a moment and he grabs her and pushes her towards the bed and snaps at her to get on it. she strips to her underwear and starts getting on the bed and he’d tell her he didn’t say to leave them on and she turns back to him, fully dressed, and tells him to undress too. he tells her he doesn’t need to yet, and she doesn’t get why until she’s almost screaming from her third orgasm back to back. two from his fingers and one from his mouth, and he's still going. hands curled around her thighs to hold her in place.

she's crying and begging him to fuck her, and he's moaning into her pussy that she tastes so good he doesn't want to stop tasting her yet. she loses count on how many orgasm she's had before he's done eating her out, she can't tap out before they've even fucked, but she's so sensitive his tongue lapping on her clit hurts.

when he finally gives in and lines up with her entrance the stretch of his cock in her sensitive cunt nearly makes her black out. he barely lets her adjust before he's fucking her like he won tonight, telling her she looks so pretty when she cries and how good she feels around him. asking her who's making her feel this good and stopping until she begs him to keep going and answers his question. he'd tease her between kisses and hickeys he leaves on her now that she's too fucked out to object, hopes they won't be able to find makeup good enough to cover the bruises he leaves on her throat.

he keeps pulling back from kisses and spitting on his dick fucking in and out of her, saying things she can't understand in dutch, or maybe it's english and she's too fucked out to make sense of his rambling. he'd grasp her jaw when she opens it in a loud moan and hold it open before spitting in it. he'd taunt her with all the passive aggressive remarks she made during the season and when she just moans in response he’d make fun of her for being too fucked out to respond.

and then they don’t see each other over break except for work stuff and nothing happens, she gets her trophy and the exchange goes normally. and then she wins the first race of the season and she gets a repeat of the last race of the last season. after that no matter who finishes the end up in bed together, if she wins he’s angry and takes his frustration out on her, but if he wins they just go at it like rabbits and right for dominance, he’s more playful and less commanding. he’d let her suck his cock for an hour while he tells her how good she’s making him feel, telling her that this is what he deserves; a race win and a cock drunk whore on her knees choking on his cock.

#ask #🫀anon #mv1

[mailjeevasfan]

it's summer soon/it's summer, soo.. how about going to a pool party with wammy boys + light & matsuda? (gender neutral s/o)

i love love love this rq tysm. i had too much fun with this i fully giggled to myself (i added misa too bc i felt that she would thrive in this environment)

-death note x gn! reader

-light, l lawliet, misa amane, mello, matt, near, matsuda

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death note characters at a pool party ❦

light

-he most likely would not be interested or wouldn’t have time post death note so i’m imagining this to be like his pre death note personality, but this can be whichever timeframe you want it to be

-he would be involving himself in whatever’s going on. marco polo? he’s ready. making snacks and drinks? he’s over there helping.

-he’d be super fun he’s probably used to a lot of social outings like this seeing as he’s super popular

-he would be talking to everyone and making sure everybody is having fun and not left out. but he would definitely make sure not to leave you out as well he’d be really cute and eager to show u off

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l lawliet

-i weirdly think that we would love it. more than you’d expect

-even if he stood in the pool and didn’t move he’d probably drown due to his posture. sorru idk why i said this the image of it is making me physically laugh

-anyways he’d be more likely to just hang around eating all the food before anyone even touches it. everyone kind of expected that though, they came prepared with extra everything

-he would want to analyse people’s behaviour a little too, since he’s another person who isn’t used to this kind of setting. it’d be more imperceptible though, i don’t think he’d just sit around watching and doing nothing. you’d be very proud that he did something that he usually wouldn’t even think about doing

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misa amane

-as i said, THRIVING.

-has picked out the cutest bathing suit and has the cutest little look going on and she especially wants u to notice. centre of attention for good reason

-she would get in the water to play a game or something but would mainly be sunbathing and hanging out with u.

-she’d take lots of cute selfies and would be the life of the party, her and matsuda would be the most outgoing people there

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mello

-bro is salty and no one knows why (IN A FUNNY WAY THO)

-basically just splashing everyone (near) and laughing maniacally. he’s had too many drinks and is ready to cause MAYHEM. whenever he beats near at a game, or loses for that matter, just run because all hell WILL break loose

-he would push u into the pool and then cannonball in after you (and do the cute underwater kiss thing)

-he does genuinely have a lot of fun tho. he would be very sociable and chatty.

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matt

-he’s not very sociable and you probably dragged him kicking and screaming to this party in the first place

-i hate to say it but he’s probably just smoking in the corner playing games on his phone LMAO

-he seems to think his social skills are terrible but once people start to talk to him they realise how witty and extroverted he can be and suddenly he’s the cool guy. he only talks to you and mello at first

-he’d probably stay super close to u tho and he would have enjoy it in the end. he would also push u into the pool and do the lil underwater kiss thing

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near

-he is definitely not used to such an outgoing and social environment. in fact he has not chilled out since 500BC

-he’s going to spent a bit of time analysing people’s behaviour and watching how this works so he can try to get involved a little more. he can be more sociable when he really tries

-he’d learn the rules of the games and stuff pretty quickly so he’d be able to get involved easily. most of it ends up being an involuntary competition with mello, but for once mello actually ends up victorious

-like l, you’re very proud of him for doing something out of his comfort zone

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matsuda

-he 100% organised the party. everyone needs a break tbh let’s be real

-he’d be the most sociable. he’s setting up all the games and making sure there’s tons of fun stuff going on at all times

-why do i feel like he’d also be the designated bartender. i feel that matsuda can whip up a mean cocktail fr

-wants to make it the best for you. he feels inadequate and useless sometimes so he wants to prove he can do something really well. you, ofc, love him regardless though

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#death note #mail jeevas #mello #mihael keehl #l lawliet #light yagami #misa amane #death note x reader #near #nate river #matsuda #mello x reader #light yagami x reader #l lawliet x reader #matsuda x reader #near x reader #mail jeevas x reader #matt #miss amane x reader

[satocidal]

Hewoo :3

Random thought but imagine if during Suguru's spiral his literal ideal type appeared and it makes him feel like she's his spring and he tries so hard to be around her and all of that, especially when the next spring catches them and he catches himself thinking "I shouldn't have caught another spring, yet there I am, aching for her presence"🥺

You can do whatever you wish with this or just ignore it if it doesn't suit you, honestly T-T

I might come with more thoughts bcs I have heavy Suguru brainrot

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PLEASE do come with more because I love this and support suguru brain rot agenda always.

Tw: mentions of death and I know I haven’t written exactly what was asked💀but it sort of revolves around it but yeah

No because something tells me, his type of woman, that is, his preference is less dependant of physical attributes but more so on the personality. Like don’t get wrong, he does like what he sees, all the damn time too, but that wasn’t what made him fall for you. Geto prefers, in simple words, being the moth to a flame — Masochistic? Maybe, but just something about a love where it can and possibly does harm him initially intrigues him—he is the one of the strongest afterall, however could you hurt him? Oh, but you did—with pretend ignorance and mock obliviousness. I think Suguru prefers a girl who’s different to him—now, perceive this as you please, he could love a feminine person(not to be gender specific here but yk), at the same time, he likes louder ones—confident around everyone else and the ones that turn to a puddle around him. You see, it makes him feel alive. It makes him feel that he made you feel something and to him, is always more than enough. Suguru’s type is a person who’s like the breath of summer and the Night of A Spring.

It shouldn’t have happened, not really, not at all—not then.

Careful; he should’ve been careful, and alert. For now he sat in the corner of the room, in a part he didn’t want to be at—with people he didn’t know, wearing clothes he watched to tear apart and let his body breathe—but all on top of that, stood you.

“Wanna join me in this party tonight?” Glossed lips and bashful grin—it didn’t take much, or any persuasion for that matter for him agree. Now, he wasn’t sure why he agreed, or if he did at all and you just assumed his dazed nod, something very natural he’s gotten along doing you, to be a yes.

So now he sat alone in the corner, eyes drafting to every movement of yours, your hips swung— left, right,left —he’d been observing you for a while now, anyone observing him would deem him a stalker at this point.

“What is your type in women?” The question rang in his mind again—something, weirdly enough that had been bouncing back into his mind every few days—his type? He’d wondered then, not really sure.

But he knew now, one look at you and he knew what his type was. One look at you and your silly graphic t-shirt of some anime and he knew his favourite fandom; one look at your converse and he knew his next expenditure; one look at your hair and he knew his hands were perfect to braid them; one look at you and he knew, he knew, he wanted to wait.

Wait everything out—in midst of all that was happening, in the midst of a tragedy his eyes had spotted you. Trained themselves to even see you as he slept (I mean dream of you, not in a creepy way lol).

To where his mind once questioned his existence, he now lay wondering if you liked poppies better of roses. To where he once questioned running away, he now knew he’d run away to you. He could run away to you.

Suguru used to feel he was nothing but a sad, lonely, tired winter, trudging along until the better Spring came about—until the spring made people forget of him- until the winter was no more.

Wrong.

But then again, could you blame him at all? In those black sweatshirts and black pants he’d assumed he’d find himself dead- in that cold shivering winter he thought he’d end—in that gloom, he thought, he wouldn’t continue any longer, he couldn’t. He didn’t know, right? He didn’t know, didn’t want to know, if he could at all live to see another Spring.

When he saw you, the question wasn’t to catch a spring or no, but the fact that he managed to and he considered you his achievement, the most prized one. He could sit and deny it to himself, as he’d tried initially but no, he ached for you. Day and night, he ached for you.

So pitifully wrong he knew he was back then, as your form approached him, a grin on your face, “C’mere,” you’d shouted over the music—so wrong he was.

For while you pulled him closer on the dance floor, of a party he disliked, he clung onto you- his dark hair ruffling to your shoulders too—for just then he knew that you were his Spring. You made him forget about his lonely, tired winter, you made him breathe. As you wrapped your hands around his neck and danced close to him, nothing romantic and yet he wouldn’t complain because Suguru lived every moment spent, had it been around you, basking in your Spring.

And as he held you close, supporting himself with you, knowing you loved it too, he smiled.

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“What’s your favourite colour?” You’d asked with a grin, brown raised and a chart in your hand, “We’re gonna paint your house that colour!”

He’d smiled, and before he could say anything at all, “Wait let me guess,” you chimed in quickly, “Yellow? The light kind,” a smile adored your lips, a squeal bursting to escape and it did too as he nodded with a chuckle.

Your arms found themselves wrapped around him, “I know you so well,” you’d laughed and stared into his eyes—he stared in to yours, knowing all too well that until the word ‘yellow’ had escaped your lips, he was sure he hadn’t known that colour properly at all. And now that you’d said ‘yellow’ he knew he’d fallen in love with a colour too—a colour of life, he’d smiled.

But the truth lay all too bare for until you had said the word ‘yellow’ Suguru hadn’t found his favourite colour at all.

#I just mean he’d be smitten. #as he should be and he clings to you #like at all times like a kitten #I love this (like the idea) so much though #pretty baby deserved so much better #hope you like it—it isn’t the best but at 6:30 am this is all I can do<3 #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo x reader #suguru geto #jjk #from.🦊baby #☼࿐𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠→ #geto x y/n #geto x you #suguru geto x reader #geto fluff #suguru geto fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk fluff

[captain-mj]

So we all know medusa lore, right? Honestly I just want to see some good old "oh no scary snake monster that turns people to stone but the other person is blind so they’re safe" yknow? It can be pricegraves, it can be körangi, honestly it can be any ship bc I just love your writing style and know it would fuck! (If they fuck as well, I wouldn’t be opposed, tho fluff is nice too u feel me?)

This is actually from before the great inbox clearing that happened a few weeks ago! I really liked this ask!

Choosing Korangi just because I haven't done anything with them in a while and I miss them. Horangi is the gorgon of course. He wears sunglasses already, it's mandatory. König was blinded due to an accident while in Kortac and has to retire.

Horangi had always had to be very... very careful. He had to have his own room. Keep his helmet and sunglasses on at all times. Don't let anyone see him sleep.

But right now, he was on leave with a freshly blinded König and for once, he didn't have to worry. König couldn't see him. Couldn't get scared of what he was and definitely could not be turned to stone.

Horangi looked at him. König laid on the couch, looking.... upset. Reasonably so. It had all only happened two weeks ago and he was just now allowed out of the hospital. He had the sunglasses the place gave him on. He no longer needed bandages, so it was more for aesthetic reasons, though Horangi thought his eyes looked more or less the same as before.

König sighed softly and Horangi was up in an instant. "Need something?" Just because he could appreciate the freedom of not needing to protect König, it didn't mean he didn't feel bad. They were friends and his friend was injured.

"No, Horangi. I'm fine."

Horangi nodded before remembering himself. "Alright. Tell me if you do."

"I never saw your face."

"What?"

"I never saw your face. I always wanted to ask..." König sighed.

Horangi hesitated before gently touching his snakes. They all moved away from his face and he gently grabbed König's hands. He pulled them to his face. König paused for a second before perking up and quickly starting to trace his face.

"It's hard to... imagine your face, but I can tell you're pretty." König smiled at him.

Horangi stared at him, flushing. One of his snakes bit König's finger and he jerked back.

"What was that??" König huffed. "You told me to do that!!"

Horangi winced. "Sorry! Sorry!" He blushed and quickly grabbed König's hand and looked at it. There were two very small beads of blood from the snake's fangs. Horangi glared at it and it quickly hid behind the others. He grabbed the bandages and gently put on on his fingers.

König seemed to be thinking. He eventually frowned up at him and Horangi's thoughts stuttered. He knew König couldn't see him, but every time he looked in his general direction, his heart jolted.

"How did you even bite me like that?"

Horangi hesitated before taking a deep breath. He grabbed König's hand again and let the snakes touch him. For a second, König recoiled before freezing, realizing what the snakes were.

"Oh."

Moment of silence.

"I was... nervous to tell you. Didn't know how you'd react. Plus, I was worried you'd want to see more and then..."

"You're like Medusa?" König sounded weirdly calm.

"Exactly."

"If I looked in your eyes..."

"Turn to stone."

"Explains your sunglasses." was all König said. He didn't really comment other than that which made Horangi a little nervous.

Horangi took a deep breath and smiled at him, trying to fake cheerfulness, even if it couldn't be seen. He focused on cleaning up their apartment. After a long time of too much silence, he looked over at him. "This isn't going to change things, right?"

"I can't see you." König answered.

"But I'm not human. Does that not frighten you?"

"You are still Horangi. No matter what you are, no matter your DNA. are you not still my friend?" König touched his hand gently. He smiled and looked a tiny bit lopsided. Horangi let himself really look at him for a moment.

Handsome. So very handsome. Square jaw, prominent cheekbones, bright red hair that looked almost unnatural.

Horangi leaned down and kissed him gently. Just the smallest brush of their lips together. König flinched back and shame flooding Horangi. His friend was fucking blind and he was over here harrass-

"Your snakes won't bite me again, will they?"

Horangi laughed. "Oh... no. Sorry, that one is a little naughty but it was just because I was nervous."

König nodded and kissed him again. Very softly before moving into it. Horangi gently put his hands on his face, both of them guiding each other.

"You don't taste human."

"What the fuck does that mean???" Horangi jerked back.

König smiled at him and pulled him back. "We should have kissed sooner."

"Sunglasses may have gotten in the way."

"Mine haven't."

"Fair point." Horangi kissed along his jaw, holding him tight. "You took this rather easily."

König hummed. "My Oma raised me to be superstitious." He squeezed him. "Didn't really expect this, but you know."

Horangi hummed. "You have stubble."

"I guess I'll have to learn shave... Or grow a beard."

Horangi imagined König with a beard and grimaced. "I'll help you until you get the hang of it. Prefer you smooth shaven."

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[dreamersparacosm]

Ok a concept: imagine austin on your wedding day freaking out because he loves you so much and he knows it’s untraditional to see the bride before the wedding but he NEEDS to see you so he goes in the room while your bridesmaids aren’t there and OOF

forever after all - austin butler

note ; crying. literally crying, anon. this is so cute bc he’s such a nervous person so i can so see this happening

warnings ; none this is pure fluff balls

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it’s your wedding day and you’re still getting poked and prodded. you have been for the past two years, or so it feels like it. austin wanted a small ceremony, and as did you, but a small ceremony soon turned itself into a 150-person soirée. you told him it didn’t matter how many people, it just mattered that he was there. he had nodded and said, ‘yes, bubs. i don’t care who’s there, i’ll marry you in front of a damn mcdonald’s for all i care.” but deep down, he was freaking out. despite the cool, calm, collected aura he tried to maintain, he was absolutely not that. either way, he wanted to make you happy on your special day.

“is the fit okay for you?” your seamstress asked again, and you smiled as you looked at yourself in the mirror. it was stunning, adorned with lace and jewelry fixtures. you felt like a princess, and your bridesmaids made sure you knew it.

“oh, god, it’s beautiful,” you breathed out, clasping your hands together in sheer delight. “i love it, austin is going to love it!”

meanwhile, in the room next to yours, austin was losing his shit. his groomsmen had to tame him down five times. ashley tisdale had to be brought into the room to try and get him to collect himself. no, he wasn’t overcome with doubts. he had never been more sure of something. but, the way he loved you was consuming. the way he loved you made him terrified he could lose you. that fear followed him since the day you two had first met. he had cried the night before, the first night where you weren’t in his arms. he knew it was tradition, but how could he not see you? his heart was aching, and he knew it would only be a few hours until he was embracing you again. but, he knew he would not be calm until he saw you.

damn those traditions.

if he knew better, he wouldn’t leave his room despite the groomsmen’s wishes. if he knew better, which he did, he wouldn’t find himself knocking on your door. but, alas, there he was. you swung the door open at the incessant knocking, rolling your eyes, assuming it was your mother once more. but, it wasn’t. you froze in your tracks to reveal your fiancée (for now), anxiously pacing in front of your door, in a white dress shirt that was half unbuttoned. “baby? what are you doing here? it’s bad luck to see the bride-“

“-before you’re married. i know, i know, i’m so sorry, i just had to see you,” he’s still pacing as he spoke, hands stuffed into his pockets as if he was a toddler. “i’m so nervous, all those people up there are gonna be watching me and all i can think about is how much i love you and i don’t want to lose you, but what if you fall out of love with me-“

“baby! listen to me,” you cupped his cheeks in your hand, forcing him to make eye contact with you. it was the first time in a while that he had been able to look up into your comforting orbs, and he could feel his heart regaining its normal speed. you were his safe space. “i love you, that’s not changing. i’m not leaving you. and, and if you can’t do the speech in front of everyone, do it in front of me. right now. and i promise you won’t be nervous, i won’t even look at you.”

he let out a sigh of relief, placing his hands over your warm arm. the touch was so comforting that he felt as if he had passed away and gone to heaven. “i love you so goddamn much. i-i want everyone to hear the speech, darlin,’ i just had to come here and see you. it reminded me of the way you make me feel. and now i’m gonna spend the rest of my life chasing that feeling with you.”

“i love you too, austin,” you removed your hands from his face. a sarcastic look of anger appeared on your face as you began to jokingly scold him for breaking your wedding traditions, “now get the hell out of here before my mom sees you and drop kicks you to china for seeing me in my dress.”

he giggled to himself, trying to steal as many glances as he could at you before you shut the door in his phase. yeah, he was marrying the right girl.

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[rexxdjarin]

No Shame

Commander Wolffe x F!Reader One Shot

Summary: Based on the above song - You and Wolffe have been FWB for quite some time and although you want it to be something more, there's no way he would ever want that with someone like you. Right? Word Count: 7k Chapter Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ RATING, angst, FWB to lovers?, dom!Wolffe (is there any other kind lol?), p in v sex, fingering, light bdsm themes and spanking (if ya squint), self-esteem issues, self-doubt, hurt/comfort, very mild arguing Notes: this is loosely based on themes of this song (or rather what I imagine a happy ending to be like bc I refuse to write shit that ends sad haha)

[crossposted on ao3]

Commander Wolffe was always far better than any other partner you’ve ever had. He was so good. Too good for you. His interest in sleeping with you often scared you. Because you knew you loved him and sleeping with him was only making that affection deepen. But you were filled with self-doubt. Denying your own worth against quite literally the perfect man. You weren’t a carefully engineered genetically ideal human. You were just you. Average men didn’t even like you. His interest in you didn’t make sense. Someone as perfect as him could never love you. No matter how much you wished he could.

You filled your life with men you thought you deserved. Men who could never measure up to him. Men who couldn’t even call themselves men by comparison to him. You were inferior. You knew it. He’d be ashamed of you. Ashamed to be seen with you. The fact that he even wanted to sleep with you at all was just because you were easy and accessible. That’s what you told yourself. You wouldn’t bother wasting his time by asking him to do all the relationship stuff you wanted. He’d probably laugh at you.

You tried to cut it off before you hurt yourself. Before you loved him so much it would kill you to ever see him walk away in disgust. But you couldn’t stop yourself. Every time you swore it would be the last, you found yourself comming him, begging him to find you and fuck you like only he could. You felt pathetic needing someone, who didn’t think of you for even a second, so badly that it hurt. So you decided you’d look elsewhere for the relationship you wanted, even if they were far less than everything Wolffe was.

Tonight you walked through the doors of 79s with your date and saw him sitting at his booth with all his men, clutching his drink in one hand and staring up at the waitress with a warm smile, an actual fucking smile, on his face. Finally, something in you just snapped. He didn’t want you. He really didn’t. He could look at anyone, no, everyone else the way you wished he’d look at you.

Your date stood beside you, not even noticing you as you seethed in anger beside him. He was too busy eyeing several of the twi’lek waitresses to notice. If you actually cared about him, you’d be as angry at him as you were at Wolffe, who wasn’t even yours. He would never want to be yours. As if pulled your direction by gravity itself, Wolffe turned and looked directly at you.

The familiar darkness you knew all too well wiped whatever warm friendliness you’d just seen right off his face. His brow furrowed in anger and his eyes narrowed, looking you up and down with the disgust you knew he’d felt for you. You’d never brought dates here before, but in order to move past him you’d have to show him you didn’t need him anymore. Even though everything inside you was screaming that you did.

You stood by the bar watching Wolffe stand up like he was going to walk toward you, only for him to turn and enter one of the freshers in the back. You excused yourself from your date to use the fresher and followed into the one Wolffe had just entered. You pushed open the door to find him leaned up against the wall scowling at you.

“You know I don’t appreciate you coming to my bar parading around some other pathetic excuse for a lifeform you’re dating. It’s insulting.” He spat, his voice low and his brooding expression dangerous. He took up all the space in the entryway, his broad shoulders caging you in against the door you’d just locked behind you.

“Your bar? Since when do you own 79s? It’s Republic property.” You argued, trying your best to stand up to him without breaking down already. Looking at his perfect face was hard enough from across the bar, but it was even more painful just an arm’s length away.

“I am Republic property.” He scoffed sarcastically, stepping close enough to you to press his puffed up chest into yours. He slammed his hand on the door just beside your head and smirked at you. “You’re not going back out there to that lowlife. I won’t let you.” He muttered, the slightest hint of desperation littering his tone. But that was probably in your head.

“You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do, Wolffe. Haven’t you already taken enough from me?” You practically whimpered, turning your face from him as you felt tears well up. His face was only inches from yours and you could feel what felt like his glaringly angry stare burning a hole right through you. 

“What? You’re the one that calls me. You’re the one begging me to come over. You’re the one pushing me away.” His voice was escalating and he stepped back, lowering and unclenching his fists, giving you space as you flinched at his every word. He was right. That’s exactly what you were doing. Keeping him away from you so that when he finally realized he could do better, that he deserved better, it wouldn’t devastate you so much. 

And yet, as you crumbled against the fresher wall, you realized it didn’t matter. Knowing him at all had already devastated you anyways. He was too good for you. You didn’t deserve him. He should be fucking ashamed that he’d stooped low enough to be with you.

“Not enough.” You whispered, finally finding the courage within you to admit to him how you felt about this arrangement and yourself. You were never going to be enough for him. He might as well leave you here now. Save himself the humiliation. 

“You’ve made that pretty fucking clear. It’s never enough. Nothing I do, nothing I am…is ever good enough for you.” His shoulders sagged and he looked at you pitifully, an expression the big, rough Commander had never shown you in all the time you’d known him. 

He’s…got it all wrong. It’s backwards. How does he not realize that it’s you that isn’t good enough for him? That you could never let someone like him waste their time on you. He shouldn’t waste his time loving you. Even if all you ever wanted was to love him. 

“Wolffe…no. It’s not you-” He stepped closer and leaned his face down to your ear. He lifted his gloved knuckle along your cheekbone softly, brushing your hair aside and kissing slowly up your neck. You let out a shaky sigh, swallowing your thoughts down as he awakened the same desperate yearning that he always did. Whenever you were in his presence. Whether he was directly in front of you or 30 clicks away. Whenever he was near you, you needed him like this. 

“Who’s gonna touch you like me? Hmmm? Him?” He asked, running his hand down your arm and tracing his tongue along your jaw. He pulled back, smirking as you trembled with need you couldn’t deny yourself. He pushed you up against the wall gently, slotting his knee between your open thighs. He brushed against your heat and sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine. You let out a soft moan and he chuckled quietly. “No. He doesn’t know you like I do. Make you feel good like I do…Care…about you like I do.” 

“Wolffe.” You sighed out resting your hands on his chest before he crashed his lips against yours. He slid his tongue in your mouth, overwhelming you and stealing every breath you needed to form words you wanted to say. He melted you. He always did. You drowned your sorrow in the flood of arousal that he sent rushing between your legs whenever he touched you. 

He maneuvered his thigh against your clit, making you break the kiss to moan desperately. “That’s it, mesh’la. There’s that sound I love.” Warmth radiated from your core outwards, the feeling consuming you and making a thin sheen of sweat coat any of your exposed skin. You forgot your pain. You forgot your self-consciousness. Your inferiority. It was just him. Him and the pleasure he always brought you. Even if it was just a momentary comfort from him, you’d take it. You’d take whatever he gave you until the end of time.

“Wolffe…mmmf please. Feels s-so good.” You whimpered, resigning to the pleasure and burying the inevitable. Pretending he won’t take what he needs and walk out that door like he should. “More.” You gripped the armor on his chest for dear life and looked up at his handsome, stern face with the pathetic, lovesick adoration for him that he’d never return, but you couldn’t help showing. You rocked your hips against his codpiece and let your hands fumble with his to tear it off him to get the salacious contact you needed.

He shoved his gloved hands underneath your shirt, tearing the fabric off your head and onto the floor. “You look…fucking incredible. Much too good for anyone else to have. No one else deserves to touch your skin,” His hands gripped your breasts hard, kneading them and teasing your nipples to hardness. 

His hand slid down your torso and tore down the skirt from around your hips, leaving you bare and exposed in front of him. He slid two of his thick, gloved fingers through the slick between your legs and grunted in amusement. You whined at the contact, jerking your head back against the door as he teased your clit with the heel of his palm. The dizzying pleasure buzzed through all your nerves, making your eyes slam shut. 

Just as quickly as he started working your heat under his touch, he pulled away, lifting his coated digits to his lips. “No one else deserves to taste you,” He grabbed your face in his other hand, making you watch as he slid his fingers past his lips and dragged the taste of you across his tongue. He let out a strangled exhale, releasing the digits with a pop to settle them between your folds again. He slid his hand down to your neck and curled his fist around the smooth, unmarked skin. Slowly, the pressure of his fingertips increased, making you feel the race of your pulse as he sent your heartbeat skyrocketing.

The hunger in his brown eye was dangerous and alluring, making you crave the thorough fucking he was planning on giving you even more. He rested his forehead on yours, staring deep into your eyes as he plunged the same two fingers inside you. The delightfully sinful stretch at your entrance made your eyes roll back in your head as the pounding of your walls around him matched the thumping rhythm of your pulse. “No one else deserves to feel that pretty pussy strangle them but me. Saved this dripping little cunt for me, didn’t you, darlin’?” He growled, his hand on your neck massaging gently and loosening just enough to let you speak.

“Yes, Wolffe.” You moaned, gripping his forearm and hoping he could feel just how desperate you were to tell him how much you only ever wanted to belong to him. That every part of you was his. All he had to do was say so. The gnawing in the back of your mind always told you that day would never come. That physically using you like this was all you’d ever be any good for to him. 

“Say it louder. Don’t think he heard you out there.” Wolffe teased, motioning to where your date was somewhere beyond the door you were pressed up against. Wolffe’s fingers curled up against your front wall and pressed hard, making you buck your hips forward in response. He kept at it, nudging up against the same spot as he twirled his thumb against your sensitive clit. “Louder, mesh’la.” He growled, encouraging you as he edged you closer to your climax.

“Wolffe.” You cried out, your mind going numb as flows of pleasure flooded your center. The fresher echoed with the obscene shlicking sound of him fingerfucking you deep and hard, your body unable to resist a carnal reaction to him. You spread your legs wider, your back arching off the door to give him deeper access and he took it. He pressed his fingers inside to the knuckle and laughed devilishly.

“That’s it. There’s my filthy girl. You’re so fucking pretty…look at you- you drive me fucking crazy. Walking in looking like this…I can’t help myself, darling. I have to fucking have you.” Your insides were overheating, the heat in your gut swelling higher and hotter until you were seconds from snapping. 

You watched him through your hooded lids, his eyes roaming your body like he was trying to commit to memory what you looked like. His jaw flexed almost in anger, like he was trying his hardest to prove his worth to you and you still wouldn’t budge. He was fucking handsome always, but especially so when he was grumpy and pissed about something. His scowl always made him look so serious even though you knew he was a sarcastic and witty fucker when it really came down to it. 

You weren’t scared of him or intimidated like everyone else. You felt safe and protected around him, like nothing in the world could ever touch you as long as his arms were around you. But it was all spoiled by the fact that he never stayed for long. Always left you by morning. Never went anywhere he could be seen with you. And you know it’s because deep down he doesn’t care about you. Doesn’t care about feelings. Doesn’t care that you love him. So you run from him whenever you can find the strength to. But you’re never strong enough to stay away from him for long. And now, as he’s coaxing another orgasm out of you, you think he probably hates you for that too.

“Gods- why won’t you let me keep you? I don’t want anyone else to ever touch you. To know you like I do. Look at me, cyar’ika.” He shook you out of your own intrusive thoughts, his lips just inches from brushing your own. His eyes were wild and desperate for your attention, not just because he was drawing out the strongest orgasm of your life with just his hands, but because he wanted your sole focus, your entire body, to bend your will until you broke for him. He was looking at you like he was asking you for more and for the first time you realize you might be wrong. About everything. 

You look up into his eyes as yours fill with tears. Just a few more passes of his thumb tracing circles on your clit and you’re cumming hard. Your eyes lock with his as the orgasm collides into you. Your walls entrap his fingers inside you and your thighs shake around his forearm. Your mind blanks as the euphoria surges through your nerves, down each and every extremity and your vision is just him. His eyes, one brown and one cybernetic gray, watching what he did to you and smirking. Clearly immensely pleased with himself. 

“Wolffe…” You choke out behind high pitched moans and soft whimpers. “It’s not enough. I…need more…” More time with him. More attention. More dedication. More of his hands on you. During sex. Before. After. You just needed more. 

You needed him for more than what this was. 

You needed him to tell you he loved you like you loved him. But how could someone like him want you for more than just sex? He had every better option in the galaxy. He’d never choose you, so you could never ask. You could never risk losing what little part of him you did have. You couldn’t say all of that right now. So you begged him for more with no explanation of what more was.

He let out a frustrated growl and rested his cheek against the side of your hair. “You want me to fix that for you. But it’s never enough. You need more…deserve more than just something physical. Why do you always comm me if you’re scared to be loved?” He asked, his voice softer and more delicate than you’d ever heard him be with anyone. You panted as you toppled down from the height of your orgasm and you rested your hands on his chest. He misunderstood everything. You weren’t scared to be loved, you were just positive that the one you loved could never love you. 

“I’m not, I just…You shouldn’t have wasted so much time on me. Aren’t you ashamed to be seen with someone like me?” You asked, watching his brows raise in surprise and both his eyes blinking away dumbfounded confusion. He closed them and stepped back shaking his head. 

“What are you talking about?” He rolled his eyes and ran his hands down his face in exhaustion. “Why would I ever think something like that?”

“You only like what I can do to you, Wolffe. And you’re ashamed that you’ve stooped so low to be with someone like me.” You shouted at him with every bit of viciousness you could muster, to finally push him away from you if he couldn’t bring himself to care for you like you deserved. “I’m not good enough for you. That’s why you never take me out. Why you never let yourself be seen with me. I’m just here until you find someone better. And I can’t keep letting someone who doesn’t care touch me like that. So I’ve been trying to find someone who does.”

Wolffe whipped around like you’d just shot a blaster bolt through his back. His lips curled back in a snarl and he pointed the same fingers that were just inside you to the door behind your naked body. “You think that asshole cares about you? Who’s the one who noticed you the second you walked in here? Not him. He was too busy eyefucking the waitresses right in front of you. Who’s the one who knows exactly what you’re feeling just by the look on your face? Not him. He couldn’t tell how much it kills you to be ignored everywhere you go with him. Who’s the one who knows every square fucking inch of your body and exactly how you need to be touched? Not fucking him. Because he’s out there forgetting you exist. And I’m in here. With you. Because I’ll always be there for you. I’ve got no shame in admitting that. Who else out there is going to love you like me!?”

His chest was heaving, his heart thumping so hard you could feel it under the hands you pressed against him. He towered over you, tall and sturdy and so angry you could see the steam pouring out of him with every exhale. He was staring you in the face, expecting you to say something. To bite back at him like you usually did. Instead you shrunk away from him, retreating back into the silence of pleasure rising inside you again at the palpable tension between the both of you. It didn’t feel real. You couldn’t believe him. He was just saying things. 

He shook his head and drew in a deep breath to calm himself, grounding his boots to the floor. “I’m not ashamed of you. That’s insane. I could never be. It’s that it’s not safe for people to see me with you. I’m- ugh- I’m trying to protect you. Because I don’t want anything to happen to you. Because I can’t let anything happen to you. I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt for a second how I feel about you. But you can’t deny there’s something here, mesh’la. I know you feel it too…I love you. Don’t push me away. Please.” He rambled, grabbing both sides of your face and staring deep into your eyes with a fierce fondness that was so unequivocally Wolffe that you knew he wasn’t lying.

Tears welled up and spilled over your cheeks as you finally let the walls break down. “I just thought you’d realize you were too good for me. Because I’ve always thought you were. Perfect man with an average girl like me. And that’s why you wouldn’t want to be seen with me. And that pretty soon you’d get tired of me and stop coming back for someone who’s so pathetically and hopelessly in love with you. I didn’t want to push you away. But I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same. I didn’t think I deserved you. So I tried and tried to see other people, to run away from you before you had the chance to hurt me. I’m sorry, Wolffe. I’m so-”

Suddenly, his lips were closing around yours, cutting off the last words of an apology you never had to make. “Hey…hey…c'mon now…run away? You know I’m fast enough to keep up, mesh’la. Never letting someone like you slip away from me that easily. There’s no one good enough for you. Doesn’t mean I won’t try and succeed anyway. I’m never going to leave you or give up on you.” He cupped your face between his hands and smirked, “You really think I’m perfect, huh? Even with the eye?”

You choked out a laugh through your blubbering tears and ran a hand up the back of his neck, gripping the dark curls in your fingers. “Even more so.” You nodded, watching the concern in his eyes lessen as he calmed you down. 

“Well, I know I’m more perfect for you than that guy.” Wolffe snickered, pressing his hand against the wall to surround your body with his. You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled him into a deep kiss, his tongue dipping inside your mouth to twist with yours.

“I’m just glad I don’t have to keep looking for guys to date to make you jealous. You’re an impossible man to live up to.” You said breaking the kiss and gasping as he gripped your hips possessively. Your hands ran over the clasps of his armor, clicking it off of him and tossing the chest plate to the floor with the rest of your clothes.

He tilted your neck roughly, kissing along your jaw harshly and using his hands to guide yours across his chest. “Hmm you're right, I was fucking jealous. But I’m glad you don’t have to waste time looking for my replacement in these losers anymore.” His hot tongue kissed up your neck, biting and sucking marks on top of the finger shaped bruises starting to show from his grip earlier. You slid your hands down his torso grabbing at the waistband of his bottoms and pulling them down in one motion. He grabbed your hands and guided them to where his cock sprang up, throbbing for your attention. He laughed darkly in your ear “Besides…who’s gonna fuck you like me?” He tempted you, sliding his cock into your hands and hissing in delight.

He was pounding in your fingers, the head slick and almost purple he was so pent up with need. You dragged a long, slow tug up the shaft and looked down to spit sloppily on top of where you fisted his cock. His jaw dropped open as you coaxed your lubed up fist down his length again, your fingers gripping the perfect amount of pressure around him. “There’s no one like you, Wolffe. No one.” You whispered seductively, batting your lashes at him and twisting your fist back up.

He growled in amusement, happy to have his ego stroked by you once again. “That’s right. Don’t you forget it. Fuck mesh’la-” His words interrupted to let out a whine as you gingerly ran your fingers around the ridge of his tip. He kept his hands on the wall beside your head, letting you work him to within an inch of his sanity and torturing himself by not touching you.

You smirked up at him, your eyes innocent and compliant, as your hands slowly worked him. Resting your foreheads together and brushing your lips against his with every word you muttered, “You can never forget your best…can you, Wolffe?” Your other hand ghosted down his bare chest seductively, fully preparing to get on your knees and taste him the way he did you.

He grabbed your hand just as you began to kneel and pulled you in tighter, the hunger in his eyes mixed with his signature brooding seriousness. His mouth quirked in wicked amusement, like he was still as blown away by you as he was the day you met. He huffed softly, whether out of arousal or admiration you couldn’t tell. “Never.” He answered, the fond softness in his voice a sound no one but you would ever believe he could make. “But if you get down on your knees for me right now…you’re not going to make it out of here looking very presentable for your date.” He teased, the threat more arousing to you than he probably anticipated.

“Oh I’m as presentable as I need to be…” You rolled your heat up against him, pressing every part of you against his toned body. “...for what you’ve got planned in here.” He let out a pained whimper, grabbing the plush of your ass in his hand and rolling you into his body harder than before. In a second, the tension between you snapped and his lips were on yours like you were his only source of air to breathe. Hands gripped waists and scratched down shoulders and backs as you both scrambled to get at each other.

He lifted you off the ground and wrapped your legs around his waist, hovering your slick heat right along his needy cock. “Should walk you out there and fuck you right out on that bar. Front of everyone. Show them how I make you mine.” A deep rumble in his chest filled the room and you rolled your hips along his length to work him up more.

He backed up to the fresher mirror, pressing your back up against the cool, transparisteel wall. “Thought you wanted to keep me hidden. Keep me safe.” You challenged, sucking dark hickies into the tanned skin of his neck and humming as you felt his pulse under your tongue. 

“No. That was stupid. Would rather show you off. Anyone who's got a problem is gonna have to deal with me. You know I’m not very friendly.” He growled, slapping your ass hard just to watch you squirm. “Besides…that’ll you make happy, right? You can let everyone know the Commander claims you.” A rush of heat floods your center, still resting precariously over Wolffe’s length. He felt it immediately, chuckling to himself. “That’s what I thought. Makes you fucking wet, mesh’la.”

His hands tangled in your hair and pulled, forcing your gaze up toward him. You could feel yourself swollen with need for him, the heat in your entrance dripping down to coat him without him even having to touch you. His hold on you was like no other man’s could ever be. Your eyes were heavy with lust, your desire to have him take you, to submit to him, was so strong that maybe you would let him take you out there. In here. In your place. Or his barracks. Wherever he wanted. You finally trusted him. With that fear out of the way, all that was left was your need for him.

“You do, Wolffe. It’s all you. You’ve got me like this. Now make me yours.” You beg, your thumbs tracing gentle, affectionate circles on the plane of his chest. You sink your hands lower, feeling his body shiver slightly under your touch. You traced the intoxicating dips of his abs flexing as they helped carry the weight of you effortlessly. He was fucking gorgeous. You don’t think anyone ever tells him that enough even if they treat him like he is.

“Look at you…giving me orders now…you’re lucky you look so pretty tonight…or I’d have to do something about you being so mouthy…” His hand closed around your throat gently, squeezing just enough to make the blood pound in your ears. He scowled at you menacingly, his brown eye glinting with mischief because he knew how much you liked being touched like this. With his other hand he pulled your face closer, your lips inches from his and dragged his thumb across them. “Want my name to be the only thing falling from these lips, darlin’. Loud.”

You nodded hastily, slipping his thumb into your mouth and moving yourself into position over his cock. A wicked grin spread across his strong jaw and he lined himself up with your entrance. He ran his fingers through your folds soaked from your first climax and slicked it down the length of his cock. Slowly, he pushed past your entrance, spreading your walls to make space for the sheer size of him. The feeling made Wolffe toss his head back and sigh, carefully pressing himself deeper with your every inhale as you adjusted.

You could never get used to how thick he was, his cock stretching you out almost painfully. He watched you react, both to make sure you were okay to keep going and to practically feast on the sight of you taking all of him. “Wolffe…stars- move..please.” You gasped, grabbing at his chest desperately for more of him. You needed him to do what he does best, tear you apart from the inside out. To not bother being so gentle when you could more than take a little roughness. 

Without even taking another breath, he pulled back, the head of his cock the only part of him still inside you. You whined loudly at the loss, earning you a scolding smack to the ass and teasing growl from Wolffe. “Impatient..” Before you could argue, he slammed into you even harder, the length of him filling your belly and making the tension coil even tighter.

You choked out what sounded like his name with each powerful thrust, scrambling for some part of him to take hold of. You tangled your hands in his dark hair and pulled, bit down on the taut muscles in his shoulders and dragged your nails down his back. The deeper and harder he torqued his hips, the harder it was to keep quiet. Which was exactly what he wanted. “You’re so…fucking good, Wolffe. More, baby.” You begged, feeling the familiar tingling of your climax starting to build in your core and swelling outwards.

“Can’t..get enough…already…” He leaned forward and bit down on the hardened bud of your nipple, making you gasp. His tongue soothed over the mark on one side before he switched to the other and repeated the action, leaving his mark on all the parts of you he loved. You could feel his grip on your waist starting to bruise and the drag of his cock inside you pounding against your walls.

He pushed your back further up the wall to change the angle and the head of his cock speared into a spot so satisfying you yelped. “Fuck..fuck..Wolffe.” You whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you held on to his biceps, hoping it would hold him in place enough to hit that same spot again.

“Say it louder. Louder.” He growled menacingly in your ear as he fucked into you against the fogged mirror. His teeth gritting as huffs of overexertion and dissipating anger left him, his cheek pressed against yours and groaning in your ear with every snap of his hips. “Who’s gonna fuck you like me, mesh’la? Who?”

He was drilling into you so deep you could barely fill your lungs with air before your chest forced out moans of his name. Sounds he desperately wanted to hear more and more of. “Wolffe. Wolffe. Stars- fuck me, Wolffe.”

“Fuck you’re such a good girl. My good girl. You were made for me. This…perfect…tight…pussy. Fuck- made for me. You’re all fucking mine. Say it for me.” He grunted, holding your entire body close to his with just one hand and speeding up his thrusts. Each growling moan through his gritted teeth rumbled low in his chest and rattled through your bones, the deep frequency lulling you into a familiar ecstasy. You were his. He meant it. You were safe and comfortable and more fucking happy with each full thrust than you could ever remember feeling in your entire life.

“I’m yours, Wolffe. I’m all yours.” You sighed, grabbing both sides of his face in your hands and steadying yourself as each of his brutal thrusts took you. He smiled, that same warm, affectionate, sideways little smile he gave that waitress earlier, but brighter, happier, softer somehow. Because this time this smile was personal, it was meaningful and it was yours. 

“Gonna make you keep saying that until you believe it, cyar’ika.” His hand slid up your back to cradle your neck as he crashed his lips into yours head on. His hips pressed upward, shoving you higher up against the fresher mirror and smudging the fog behind you. His cock was spreading you open, the sounds of wet friction echoing on the tiles and making you both crave each other faster, hotter, and harder. You swore if Wolffe had pounded you any harder he might shatter the transparisteel mirror or break the duracrete wall behind that. He might take down the whole damn bar if he felt like it. With how powerful his thrusts were, he was certainly strong enough.

Hip bones slammed against hip bones as he chased the high you were carrying him to. Tighter and tighter your walls squeezed as he touched you, fingers on your clit, possessive grips on your waist and tangled fists in your hair. He was ravaging your body deeper than he ever had, consuming all he could of you like he never wanted to forget how you felt. How he and only he could make you feel. You were kidding yourself ever going out with other men. There was no one else. As soon as you thought it, it was spilling out of your mouth. “Ruin me, Commander. Ruin me for anyone else but you.”

He practically howled at that, digging his fingertips into the plush of your waist and angling your hips lower. His cock speared into the deepest part of you so brutally you yelped, dragging your nails down the rippling muscles of his back. You could make your possessive marks all over him too. Make all his men wonder what or who their mighty Commander had gotten tangled with back home. 

“Oh, so that’s what you want, dirty girl? You want me to fuck this tight little cunt the way only I can. You want me to pump you so full of me it’s dripping down your thighs when I walk you out of here. That’s if you can still walk straight…” He practically threatened, pulling himself all the way out of your entrance painfully slowly only to ram himself so hard back inside you that it took your breath away.

“Wolffe!” You gasped, feeling the pooled up heat in your belly starting to overtake you. The white hot pleasure began to sear through your center and radiate outward, losing all sense of feeling for anything else but the drag of Wolffe’s cock inside you and his hot exhales fanning over your face with every word.

“Ah ah…you asked for the Commander. So that’s who you’re getting now, darlin’. And you cum only when I order you to.” He teased, flashing a wicked grin and quickly circling two fingertips on your clit to spur your rapidly approaching climax on even further. “You know the rules…let me hear it…two little words…”

“Please, Commander. Please can I cum for you? Please.” You begged, looking up at him with the big, pleading eyes that drew him to you in the first place. He thought you were an angel that he could corrupt and move on. But you were different. You were a challenge. He’d met his perfect match. Beautiful little freak that fought him at every turn, constantly keeping him on his toes in front of everyone. 

But here, like this, you were pliant, soft, needy, submissive for him. Because you loved him and he respected the fucking hell out of you for seeing past the tough exterior, for seeing how he craved being soft and caring for someone special. You were a fool for thinking he didn’t love you. All the signs were there. You just couldn’t let yourself see it. Your big, brave Commander challenged your own thinking. Pushed you and fought you and battled you until he brought out the best in you. Until he scared away the notion that you weren’t the best thing this galaxy could offer some lucky someone.

The devotion was written all over his face. The brooding serious and constantly suspicious scowl he wore for the world every day wasn’t what he wore right now before you. He was love sick and desperate and starry-eyed. Well as starry-eyed as his grumpy self could ever look. Commander Wolffe loved you. You. He said it himself. You had nothing to run from anymore.

He grabbed your face in his hand and guided you into a kiss so consuming and passionate it made your overthinking mind blank entirely. It was just him, guiding you toward the edge and cutting the strings that held you back from the free fall you were too scared to take. He pulled back with a smirk and ran his hand along your temple. Your body being held solely by his hips pinning you against the wall. “Yes, my good girl, you can…Cum with me, mesh’la. Together.”

His fingers returned to your aching clit, desperately needing his attention. Masterful fingertips traced shapes against it with perfect pressure and precise speed, while his hips drilled the overwhelming girth of his cock into the painfully satisfying spot in your belly that drove you nearly to madness. One, two, three perfectly timed circles on your clit and you felt yourself teetering over into free fall. Your cunt tightened around him in anticipation and his cock plowed into you, Wolffe groaning as your walls suffocated him in place. “Fuck you take me so fucking good…” He groaned, rambling off in a trail of swear words and harsher and harsher pants. He was just as close as you.

You gasped, rocking forward to rest your head on his shoulder and feeling your thighs start to shake uncontrollably as you rocketed over the edge into your high. Your mind wiped completely, your body hurtling through what lightspeed must feel like. His touches on you are burning startrails and you’re chasing the intoxicating warmth filtering into your every last nerve ending. Your own name filled your ears as his hands gripped your hip bones, the strength leaving him with each rope of warmth he pumped into your belly.

“Wolffe!” You screamed, loud enough that you’re certain people in the booths closest to the door could hear. You hope they do. Twisting your hips and rutting into him to drag the feeling out longer, you bit down on his shoulder and he shuddered, his body tensing as he shot another white hot string of release inside you. He was whimpering and shuddering with every pass and you lost track of just how many times he spilled inside you. He fell into you, catching himself with both hands against the wall and resting his head on your shoulder. He placed the softest kisses he's ever given you along the length of your collar bone as he guided you through your climax. Wave after wave washed over you, your body arching into the protection of his.

“Good girl…ride it out. You’re fucking perfect. Been so good for me. Always are, mesh’la.” He whispered between love bites and slow kisses. His large hands caressed the sides of your waist, lifting your body off the wall to wrap you around him carefully. His spend slowly spilled out of your opening as you shifted, making Wolffe let out a raspy grunt of satisfaction.

Your voice was hoarse from moaning his name and your body was beginning to tire from the sheer blow of the orgasm that rocked you. The feeling was coming back in your limbs and you felt your body go limp in his arms as he carried you. You took in deep, soothing and fulfilling breaths, nuzzling into the crook of his neck affectionately. “Wolffe…?” You asked, running your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He laughed, pulling you back to look you up and down and brushing hair off your face. “I know…you let me fuck you in the fresher…at MY bar. Knew I’d get you someday.” You rolled your eyes and leaned forward to kiss him again, letting him win without argument this time. He reached down to hand you your skirt and top. 

“I didn’t think you’d want me to get dressed already.” You joked, shooting him a puzzled glance.

He set you down on your feet and helped you zip up your skirt while he positioned his plastoid back in place. You spun around to give yourself the once over in the mirror, wiping smeared make up and tear stains off your cheeks. You smoothed out what you could of the mess he’d made pulling your hair, before you felt his hands on your waist again. 

“Well, normally no. But you’ve got a date…” Your eyes met in the mirror, his roaming down the curves of your body and back up. He spun you around in his grasp, leaning down to kiss you deeply. 

“...So we better get back out there before they give our table back to that fucking guy I hate.”

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P.S. AHHH it's done. I loved this work. The inspo just hit me listening to this song and I was like oh this is so Wolffe. I absolutely adore what fanon and canon did with his character. He is the most realistic of all the clones. He's proud and strong and kind of closed off, but only to protect the caring, soft, compassionate person he really is inside. He just doesn't always want to show it. Grumpy Handsome Commander <3

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