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8mitsurikanroji8 · 10 months

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𝒦𝓃𝓎 𝒞𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

ɪɴꜰᴏ : ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼

𝘛𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰. 𝘡𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶. 𝘐𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦. 𝘔𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 . 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪 . 𝘖𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘪 . 𝘎𝘪𝘺𝘶 . 𝘒𝘺𝘰𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘰 . 𝘔𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘪. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘶.

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𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 ⋆˙⟡♡

. Not obvious at all ?

. He’s a sweatheart to everyone he meets ahem Tanjiro effect?

. Blushes whenever you get close ><

. Would offer moments with you

. “Y/n want to eat together ?” “Y/n want to train together?” “Y/n want to take a stroll” etc

. You think nothing of it but for him his heart beats fast and is comforted by these actions

. Doesn’t realize he has a crush on you

. Just thinks you have an amazing personality that draws him in

. It’s just that, right ?

. He finally gets the hint when you guys were alone on a stroll catching the sunset. He caught himself staring at you while smiling as you stood and watched the sun fall, painting the sky orange

. His face goes RED when he realizes ><

. He turns away trying to calm himself down

. You notice, concerned, you take your hand and put it on his face thinking he has a fever

. Faces is literally fire

. Other than that you don’t really realize his feelings for you as he seems to be the same. Only asking for more time with you and more blushing but your mind waves it off

. Little do you know he stares at you while your mind is adrift thinking

. His heart beats fast and his eyes soften

. Yep. He likes you.

𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 ⋆˙⟡♡

. Now this one you KNOW [ Sorta ]

. I mean he ask you to marry him only 2 minutes in meeting for the first time

. “YOURE THE PRETTIEST GIRL I HAVE EVER MET. PLEASE MARRY ME!”

. You are dumbfounded with his open admiration

. A little flatter? Yes. Caught off guard ? 100%

. Soon within getting to know him you learn of his lovely dovey personality

. Realizing he is like this with every girl you push aside his comments of marriage and admiration

. I mean he would say that to any one, right ?

. Wrong [ also right tho >< ]

. He would say this to almost every girl he’s met

. But after you ? Oh honey

. You don’t realize how he’s actually fallen for you. Deeply

. Follows you around like a duck

. Someone criticize you [ Even if it’s just critiquing so you know what to work on ]

. That person will not hear the end of it

. “Y/N IS THE BEST PERSON EVER AND IS THE GREATEST DEMON SLAYER SO YOU SHUT UP!”

. Cringey ? Mhm. Cute ? A little.

. If you use sweet words to him [ You mostly say them to everyone tho ] like “honey” “sweetie” “cutie” “sweetheart”

. What color do you want your wedding bouquet?

. He’s planning it all

𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 ⋆˙⟡♡

. You don’t know and neither does he ._.

.”FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW. LETS SEE WHO WINS!”

. That’s something you will never hear the end of

. He has no idea about what a crush is nor love

. He just thinks you’re a good fighter and wants to fight you whenever he can

. And you just think he’s being his normal weird self :)

. You don’t mind it [ usually ]

. He likes to eat with you

. If you both are heading to a mission and forget to pack yourself food

. He will eat his infront of you and say

. “HAHA IDIOT”

. You roll your eyes ignoring him

. Suddenly his food is being shoved down your throat no comment added

. You better not ask about it

. Your ears won’t be able to handle anymore of his yelling blabber

. But you take his action to heart and enjoy it

. His face is a bit pink

. BUT only because his boar head is warm, right ?

. Sureeee ._.

𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 ��˙⟡♡

. Who are you again ?

. Oh right. The one who gives him the hebegebees

. Jkjkjk

. well

. He’s too lost in the clouds to realize his feelings for you or even realize you’re the only one who’s company doesn’t annoy him or pushes away

. And you don’t realize because his vocabulary is just so grand

. “Mhm” “No” “Yes “I believe so” “What did you say?” “I assume” “Could be” “I have no opinion”

. You tag along him to the point where others know

. “Oh there’s Muichiro. Y/n must be near”

. And vice versa

. He doesn’t realize how close together you guys alway are

. When you’re away on a mission he finds himself with a unfamiliar feelings

. Oh you’re back! Never mind the feeling is gone nothing to worry about !

. You just like his character and enjoy spending time with him

. He won’t realize but he thinks the same

. And more ><

. Both of these are unaware to you and him

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 ⋆˙⟡♡

. Oh boy

. You may be strong both physically and mentally

. You’re enduring both his need to constantly train and his vicious tongue

. You most likely match his adittuide

. Oh he’s got something to say? So do you

. Everyone believes he HATES you

. I mean he does insult you and always wants to fight

. Poor guy doesn’t know what it is he’s feeling

. He didn’t really see romantic love in his childhood

. So he just stuffs those fast heart beat, pink cheeks and fuzzy feeling deep down and try’s to ignore it

. He doesn’t realize but one of the reason he always want to spear with you is because you guys spend close time together

. Also because he’s Sanemi

. And you being you, you don’t mind and take it as another challenge to conquer

𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 ⋆˙⟡♡

. You talk and he doesn’t

. Perfect match <3

. Here goes another damage one !

. His love language is definitely quality time

. You’re eating ? Under [ or up ] a tree? Simply walking around the garden ?

. Oh look there he is too!

. He definitely catches on to his physical and emotional reactions to you

. And you just thinks you guys are the closets of friends !

. You guys always seem to travel together

. Even in your free time you are found with him strolling around a village together

. Some one insults you?

. You’ll just ignore it and move on

. He doesn’t. Pray for that person.

. Kaburamaru seems to have also found a fondness for you

. He may be jealous of that fact

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 ⋆˙⟡♡

. You don’t know what the others are talking about

. Giyu is lovely to talk to !

. He may be one of your favorite hasira to spend time with ♡

. He’s gentle and kind spoken [ with his little use of words ]

. He pays for your meals no matter how hard you insist and listen to you ramble for hours on end with no sign of annoyence

. Why would the others hate him?

. He’s like this with everyone, right ?

. Oh honey.

. You take these actions as part of his character, while he assume he act this way because of his admiration for you being so nice to him !

. I mean you are one of the few who do talk to him without insult

. It never clicks for him what the feeling really is

. That’s until one day

. [ Shinobu ] “Good evening Tomioka”

. [ Giyu ] “Evening Shinobu”

. [ Shinobu ] “You look as bland and boring as ever. How are you”

. [ Giyu ] *no answer*

. [ Shinobu ] “I must say without your little friend you somehow appear more dull. It is odd to catch a moment with you two apart”

. [ Giyu ] *nothing*

. [ Shinobu ] *Giggles* “It’s almost like you two are in a romantic relationship with how close you are.”

. His heart stops with that comment

. And his brain finally realize the feeling

. I mean he’s never felt this way before ♡

. His eyes trail off and soften, catching Shinobu attention

. [ Shinobu ] *Giggles* “ I was only just kidding. It’s not like someone like Y/n could admire your dull personality”

. Oh. Right.

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 ⋆˙⟡♡

. “YOU ARE ONE SKILLED SLAYER” “I ADMIRE YOUR TECHNIQUES” “GREAT JOB” “YOU HAVE INCREDIBLE SKILLS” “WONDERFUL WORK”

. He praises you non stop

. I mean who wouldn’t with your talent !

. You take his compliments as a part of his cheerful personality and respect it

. And maybe take a bit of flattery with it ><

. He does too

. He just admires you skill is all

…….

. He offers to dine with you or take you out to eat

. “Y/N WOULD YOU LIKE TO SPEND TIME AND DINE WITH ME!?”

. [ You ] “Oh um, sure okay!”

. “SPLENDID, LETS GET ON OUR WAY!”

. He always ask where you are

. Remembers the small things

. You like that color ? Oh look he just bought you a keychain with it. That’s your favorite food? Guess that’s where you guys are eating tonight

. His acts of romantic feelings fly over both of your guys head

. But not to anybody else

. *Kyojuro and you side by side laughing together*

. [ Slayer 1 ] “Are they together?”

. [ Slayer 2 ] “isn’t it obvious ?”

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 ⋆˙⟡♡

. You guys are actually inspectable

. Always together <3

. She loves your company !

. Mitsuri finds everything about you adorable

. From they way you eat to your fighting techniques

. You make her feel safe ♡

. More touchy with you than others [ expect hugs, face pokes and hand holding when she’s around ]

. She definitely realizes her feelings for you

. She is the love hashira after all

. But she doesn’t act on it afraid you won’t feel the same and forever ruin the relationship you guys already have

. She’s oblivious to the shared love you have for one another

. *Mitsuri thoughts* Oh they just see me as a friend

. Mhm okay ._.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 ⋆˙⟡♡

. This one is a slow burn

. Every mission with you she seems to oddly enjoy

. Whenever you walk into her estate she feels a warmth

. Her heart flutters whenever you hug her or compliment her

. Your smile makes her smile

. She always watches you [ not in a creepy way >< ]

. She just finds herself drunk on the way your eyes light up

. Once it hits her why she feel this way poor girl try’s to ignore it

. Afraid to allow herself to get too close in this field of work

. But the heart wants what is wants ♡

. You begin to dine after missions together

. Have light conversation when running into each other

. And occasionally meet ups outside of work

. She compliments you often

. Once you start to spend more time together she will accidentally graze her hand over you thigh or your fingers just to see you reaction

. This girl knows what she’s doing

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A/n

ᴀʜʜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ !! ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ <3 ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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kentosbabes · 1 year

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Jealous Nanami!

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ Rating: Mature Word count: 1,346 words Content: You go out with some friends and Nanami gets a little jealous after seeing you with a male co-worker who liked you. v smutty near the end <;33

Although he would hate to admit it to you, Nanami can get absurdly jealous when it comes to matters of the heart. He isn’t a particularly controlling person nor a possessive one, however when it comes to you? He becomes a different man.

You go out with some colleagues and friends, texting him the night of to make sure he doesn't get worried about coming home to an empty apartment. He tells you to have fun and enjoy yourself. However, you sent him a picture of yourself, a beautiful short dress, amazing hair and makeup and strappy heels to finish off. He was astounded, texting you about how amazing you looked and how he was upset he wouldn't be there to see the look.

You ask him to pick you up as your friend who drove there drank and you didn't feel comfortable driving her car as you drank as well. He quickly responds telling you that he's on his way.

You step back into the bar, swaying your hips to the music playing and are dragged to the dance floor by your work colleague. One of your more handsy co-workers grabs your waist and pushes the hair out of your face. You feel uncomfortable and but the booze and atmosphere are making everything feel hazy. He leans in to ask you for a smoke but you tell him that you don't smoke, he nods and follows up asking whether you would want to step outside.

You reason that you need to call Nanami and see where he's at anyways so you agree, stepping back out it is noticeably cooler and your co-worker noticed you shiver, he places his blazer on your shoulder and you murmur thanks.

You call up Nanami and he tells you that he's just arrived, but what greets him is you in another man's jacket. He clenched his fists, took a deep breath and walked towards you. You smile, excited that he's here, and ran up to greet him but the tension that you could feel from him was suffocating. He gives you a strained smile, one that is reserved for people annoying him and awkward situations. You can only hope that it's neither and he has just had a tough day at work.

He grunts a greeting to your co-worker and holds out his hand expectantly. You smile pleasantly at your colleague, thanking him again for the jacket and handing it back. You both make your way to Nanami's car, and your attempts at small talk are halted by the sheer silence he was exhibiting. He, ever the gentleman, opened the door for you and put your bag in the trunk. He looked over at you, and you finally ask him what was up with his attitude.

He gave you a sneer and drawled, "I knew that fucker liked you from the moment I met him last year." Nanami never used profanities so hearing him say the word "fuckers" was jarring, to say the least. You looked up at him, confused as to where this was coming from and when you voiced this, he only responded with, "You should've seen the look he was giving you doll, it was like he wanted to fuck you right then and there."

You stutter out, "n-no, we just work together." as if the idea was unfathomable. like someone would want to do you apart from Nanami. "Although," she paused. "He was acting super weird when we were all dancing." His hands travelled from the steering wheel to your inner thigh, "what do you mean weird?" it was strange, his voice usually so monotone and calm was tense and his hand on your thigh stilled.

You begin to explain why you felt weird with your co-worker's energy, Nanami getting increasingly more stoic, "well, did you like it?" he finally says. "Like what?" "His hands all over you." You roll your eyes, looking out of the parked car's window "Obviously not, I can't believe I would have to say this. Nanami, you are mine, my boyfriend."

Nanami makes eye contact with you and moves his hand further up your thigh, his fingers feeling the fabric of her lacy underwear. He presses down on the wet patch that was forming, "I'm yours? Good, it's not like he would be able to touch you like this." You let out a whine, as he starts to draw circles with your clit, "Never, he could never, please, please Nanami."

"Please who?"

"Please sir," your hips begin to jut into his palm, wanting more friction, more of him, more of this. Pulling your panties to the side he starts to insert his fingers in you, starting out slow, the pace staying rhythmic, but becoming faster and harder. "m' coming, N-Nanami m' coming," he suddenly stops the onslaught of pleasure, leaving you feeling empty and needy. "Fuck, why'd you stop?"

"You need to watch your mouth darlin' and it's not Nanami tonight, is it?" "Sorry, sir. Just, please. I'll do anything."

"Anything?" He unbuckles his belt and unzips his bespoke suit trousers. You smile and watch as the tent unfolded in his pants and you could see him, all of him.

You never get tired of seeing his dick, you move your head towards the member and open your mouth letting your tongue give him kitty licks underneath. You are instantly rewarded by his groans of approval, his head falling back and his eyes closing in pleasure. As you moved your head up and down his length, he tucked your hair behind your ears and tangled his hands in your hair.

Nanami decided that you deserved a reward whilst you gave him head, he reached across your body and seat to get to your panties, he pulled them down and started to rub you.

He loved your mouth but what he loved more was your pussy, he didn't want to come in your mouth, well not today at least. he wanted to come in you. tugging your hair lightly, he used one hand to lift your chin up, wiping the saliva off your face with his large hand. "You have been such a good girl, but I need one more thing, can you do that for me?" "Yes sir," you nod "anything."

He pulled you over one-handed and before you have the chance to think about how very strong he is, you find yourself rubbing against his dick. You whimper as he pushes into you, feeling pain and pleasure entwined, he let you set the pace, allowing you to get adjusted to his larger-than-average size, and you were rewarded with further groans of pure bliss escaping his lips.

You grew weaker as your climax was building, he took control. Your body was getting more sensitive as Nanami continued to thrust, it felt like you'd cum again and again, and you wrapped your legs around his waist tighter- pulling him in deeper. he started to go after, leaning down and nuzzling you, kissing your neck. hips snapping upwards into you he ground his teeth into the over-sensitive neck of yours.

You cursed as you felt his large hands travel from your hair and waist to your abdomen to feel just how large he was in you, how much he was wrecking you, how full you were from him. "C'mon doll, you can do this."

"You're so pretty," he couldn't help but smile as you nuzzle against his hand as he cups your cheek, "you're gonna make me cum. want it inside?" You were too fucked out to even coherently respond so a simple nod worked for you. He moaned in your ear, warm air fanning your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Now that's a good girl, I get you all to myself whilst what's his name is fucking his fist in his bedroom to the idea of you"

You roll your eyes at your envious partner and lay your head to rest on his chest, "I needed that, thanks for the ride, pun intended." Nanami smirks, "alright, round two at home?"

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#nanami smut #nanami headcanons #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami #nanami x y/n #nanami kento drabble #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jjk nanami #jjk smut #nanami x reader

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raainberry · 2 months

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Top Shelf

« Silly Series - 13 »

Momo x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - you’re taller than her, of course she’ll use it to her advantage

wordcount - like 650?

T/W - Food, Suggestive at the end

A/N - felt inspired and silly all of a sudden, enjoy!

“Can you get that?” Momo asked, pointing at a pack of cookies she’d been wanting to try.

You looked down at your joined hands before catching her eyes. “Seriously?”

“What?” She tried to be nonchalant, holding your gaze while struggling to hold back a smile. If she hadn’t dragged you over to this specific aisle right away, maybe she could have gotten away with it.

“This is why you begged me to come along?” You asked, and although you already knew the answer, you didn’t mind the way she gave it to you.

A nose scrunch, her grin and the sound of her laugh soon slipped into your ears. “No, I mean… It’s not the only reason.”

You could only shake your head before giving in to her request. The cookies did look very good, and the way she got excited when you reached for them made you wonder how long she’d been eyeing them for. “Why don’t you just ask the workers, Momo?”

“But that’s so embarrassing…” She mumbled as you resumed your walk around the convenience store. It never failed to amaze you how intorverted she could be.

“Who cares?” You laughed, trying to understand and reassure her. “It’s their job, I’m sure they’ve had weirder requests.”

She only chuckled, stopping in front of a few colorful snacks. “Exactly, they have enough on their plate as is. I’d rather use you, at least this way I don’t feel bad.”

“Oh, so you enjoy watching me work for you?” You scoffed, watching as she studied a strawberry sandwich. She was that serious about food, sometimes you wondered how was there even any room left in her heart for you.

“Do you want one?” She asked, deciding to ignore your question to tease you a little.

“No I don’t, thank you.” You smiled. “Just answer the question.”

Her eye-roll was as playful as her next words. “I do. Don’t act like you don’t like it too.”

“Depends what I get in return.” You shrugged, deciding not to let her override your brain so easily for once. Though that only turned out to be a useless decision because she also decided that was the only possible outcome.

Her lips found your cheek in seconds, replacing her words with proof of them. Surely that would make her win this petty yet loving battle.

“That’s it?” You scoffed, taking her aback.

“Wh—You only got snacks off a shelf.” She argued, amused.

“And I can put them back.”

“Fine.” She sighed, dropping the strawberry sandwich into the basket you held. Once her hands were free, she cupped your cheeks, squeezing them and bringing you down enough for her to peck your lips. “Thank you and I love you. Is that good enough?”

She was all smiles, the small kiss having brought its usual heart flutters, but it was short lived. That heart of hers sank down to her stomach when she saw your eyebrows furrow together. Still not happy and asking for more?

“Y/n, it’s not even a fair trade!” She whined, almost startling you. You knew she could see through you, but being able to read your thoughts was new.

“What, a few cookies is too much to ask for?”

“Oh.”

Her hands let go of your cheeks, a faint blush painting hers quicker than she was able to hide. It took you a second, but apparently you could read her thoughts too.

You giggled as she looked away, feigning interest in a pack of peanuts she didn’t even like. The sight was as funny as it was adorable, you couldn’t help your smile nor the way your arm wrapped around her shoulders; offering her shelter in your chest from embarrassment.

“I love you,” You whispered, placing a soft kiss on the fabric of the hood hiding the top of her head. “but you should get your mind out of the gutter.”

The soft hit she landed on your chest told you she didn’t appreciate the joke, but the bashful smile you caught when she pulled away did the exact opposite.

“You’re so not getting any…” She whined, and you could only laugh despite her walking away from you.

“Any of what? The cookies or—” Momo’s groan cut you off before she whined some more while your laughter resonated within the small store.

Maybe she’ll ask the workers next time.

#momo x reader #twice x reader #hirai momo #twice momo #momo imagines #momo fluff

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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Never Let Me Go

➪the one where you and leon reunite.

Part 1

Warnings: angst, fluff, re themed topics, mentions of death, descriptions of injuries, mentions of injuries, making out, sad boy leon

Word Count: 3k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

The feeling of regret followed Leon for weeks.

He regretted not doing more to get you back to him, whether that was to take the fall for you or to simply go in after you, it didn’t matter. He just couldn’t believe he was right there when you lost your grip and fell into the void of rock and rubble.

Leon found himself thinking back to the length of your involvement with one another, from his first day with you to the final one. He wished he could go back years ago and ask you to be his way back then. Why he had waited five years to develop the partnership into something more, he had no idea.

He hated the fact that you could’ve been his and you could’ve been together way sooner had he pushed aside his commitment issues faster and realised just how amazing you were.

He didn’t even get the chance to tell you that he loves you and had for many years now.

The trip back home was brutal.

He didn’t say a word as he stared out the window, his heart feeling like it was about to burst at the fact that he was leaving you behind in the mess while he lived on. It would take weeks for the rescue crew to locate and retrieve your body, if they ever found it, and he almost wished they wouldn’t. He couldn’t bear the thought of burying you for the second time, nor could he stand the thought of not giving you a proper funeral.

He just wished it never happened. He wished he never went on this mission with you and he wished he was the one who got buried that day. He would give anything to go back to the day you were assigned the mission. He would flat out refuse it and take you away, somewhere safe and where he could protect you. Not that you needed it. You could take care of yourself just fine, but you were reckless. You didn’t care what happened to you, as long as you were able to save someone.

And if he couldn’t refuse it, he’d stop you from going after the kid. Whatever it took; tying you to a post, dragging both you and Talia away from the site, or even going in to save the kid himself. Anything to keep you alive and safe.

What was the point?

He can wish all he wants, you’re still gone and he’s still here. You’re just someone else he couldn’t save.

Seeing how Leon lost his partner, in more ways than one, he hasn’t been assigned any new missions. He was both grateful and frustrated at that. On one hand, your absence would make him lose his mind and he wouldn’t be focused like he normally was, and on the other, he was used to distracting himself by throwing himself into his job. He needed a sense of familiarity as he tried to face this new world - the one without you there to keep him grounded.

Hunnigan was becoming more and more worried about him. He wasn’t able to focus on anything, he was at home more than he was at work, and he hadn’t filed or done research on any of the cases she sent his way. It was concerning, to say the least.

She entered the briefing room to find him still there. The meeting was long over, something she was surprised he actually showed up for, yet he hadn’t moved since it was cleared. Instead of sitting where he usually did, he sat one seat over. It was where you usually sat, your place secured next to his in the back row.

His legs were stretched out and resting on the back of the chair in front of him, his hands on his stomach as he played with a ring. He found it in your office when he went in to ask the staff to stop cleaning the space out. Well, he didn’t really ask. No, he told them to get the fuck out and to close the door behind them.

He stayed there for a good portion of the morning, sitting at the desk he had watched you organise too many times to count. After memorising every square inch of the room, he was about to get up and leave when something caught his eye.

On the top shelf of the desk, next to a framed picture of the two of you - one where you were both covered in dirt and grime and dust but still smiling because you were together - was a ring he had seen you wear many times. When he asked you about it, you told him it had no meaning to you, it was just pretty and something you found on sale.

It was a silver band with a few lines carved into it, and you only took it off when you went on missions.

Leon grabbed it without thinking twice and left your office, turning the light off and closing the door behind him.

He was twirling it around his fingers when Hunnigan walked up to him, a folder in her hand. “Kennedy,” she said in both a greeting and warning. She felt for the guy, but was also trying to do her job and he was making it more difficult than it needed to be. “The meeting is over. What are you still doing here?”

Leon didn’t look up at her as he pulled the ring off of his finger. It was far too small for him and only reached just past the tip of his finger. Maybe he could find a chain to attach it to.

Ingrid was about to speak again when he finally answered her. “I’m reminiscing,” his tone was cold and sarcastic, so unlike how he usually sounds.

She clears her throat before opening the folder and trying to ignore the fact that Leon had yet to look at her. “I have a new case for you,” she says, reading over the file before continuing, “It’s one that requires both you and your partner to attend.”

Leon looked up at her and the dark glint in his eyes had her shoulders tensing. After trying to get him to look at her all morning, she wished she would’ve known what she would be met with when he finally did. He stops twirling the ring around his finger and holds it in the palm of his hand. “My partner is dead,” he muttered, glaring at her as he leaned up in the chair.

Ingrid knew he would never hurt her, so maybe that was why his harsh words didn’t make her back down. “Just come with me,” she says and turns around. “We’re going over it somewhere more private.”

Leon’s eyes narrowed at her retreating figure. He breathed heavily through his nose before pocketing the ring and standing up, ignoring the way his lower back ached from how long he was sitting for.

He followed her down the hall and into the meeting room, letting out a huff of annoyance when the door closed behind him. “How is this more private?” He asked as they made eye contact.

Ingrid just shook her head, a small smile on her lips. “It’s not, really,” she answered. “I just wanted to formally introduce you to your partner.”

Leon refrained from rolling his eyes. “I already told you, my partner is dead-”

The side door opened and in walked someone he never thought he’d see again.

The words die on his tongue as the person looks up and at the woman beside him. “Hey, I think I left some of the papers back at the-”

Your eyes meet his and your grip on the folder falters. Almost instantly, Leon’s blue irises are covered by tears and you let go of the file completely. It falls to the floor, making Hunnigan bite back a cry of shock as she spent damn near all morning putting that together. She lets it slide as she quietly excuses herself and leaves the room.

Within seconds, Leon crosses the room and closes the distance between you. His arms wrap around your waist while yours grip his shoulders, your legs closing around his hips. You let out a happy sob when his arms tightened around you, his hands grasping at you with a desperation you had never seen or felt before.

Even the feeling of your shirt getting caught in the stitches on your hip wasn’t enough to pull you away from him. Leon feared that if he were to let go for even a second, you’d be gone again and he’d be alone. If there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that a life without you was one he could not live in.

Your tears dampen his shirt, making the fabric appear even darker. His own fall from his eyes and gather in your hair, his nose inhaling the scent of the vanilla soap that quickly became your signature smell.

He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not, but he knew he never wanted to wake up. It was such a difference to the countless nightmares he’s had since he lost you, each one being a replay of what actually happened to you. He would happily live in this dreamland with you forever. He never wanted to witness you dying ever again.

You died.

How were you even here?

Leon pulled away, using nearly all of his self control to do so, and looked at each inch of your face. Your bottom lip had a cut going through it, your cheek was a horrid shade of green and purple, and your left eye was bloodshot. “How?” He asked desperately. “I don’t understand-how are you-”

You just shake your head, your hands stroking his hair a few times before you bring him into a tear-tasting kiss. Leon kisses you back with everything he has, his legs moving before his mind has a chance to catch up with them.

He blindly reaches for the handle to the door and when he finds it, he stumbles into the break room with your hands tightly gripping his hair. His teeth clash with yours before they tug on your bottom lip, careful as to not rip the cut open.

He sets you down on one of the tables and one of your hands leaves his hair, your palm flat against the surface behind you as your lips messily meet. Your legs tighten around his middle and tug him even closer as his hands caress the sides of your face, his lips still locked with yours.

You pull away for air and have little time to react before Leon’s lips attack your neck. He kisses every inch of your skin as if it were the last time he would ever be able to. He was still in disbelief that it was really you in front of him. You, with your legs wrapped around him. You, with your hand tugging on his hair in the way you know he loves. You, with his saliva coating various areas of your neck as his lips made work of your skin.

Your shirt falls off your shoulder and it was then he saw the bandage that covered a large portion of your collarbone.

It really was you. A broken and beaten version of you, but still you.

He lifts one of his hands and lets his fingers gently brush over the white bandage, his eyes full of different emotions. Love. Anger. Guilt. Relief. “What happened?” He asked quietly, tracing the edges of the white fabric.

You look down at him, confused as to why he stopped kissing your neck. Your eyes soften when you see the guilt swimming in his and you gently place your hands against the sides of his face, tilting his head up so you could talk to him face to face. “I’m okay,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his. “I promise. I’ll tell you everything, I just need you. I need to be close to you.”

Leon pulled back, his hand moving up to brush your messy hair away from your face. “I love you,” he says with no hesitation. He should’ve said the three words years ago, maybe then his heart would’ve been able to grieve differently after he thought you died.

It didn’t matter. You were here, with him, and he was never letting you go.

Your lips quiver as you take in his words, your eyes flickering between his. You search for any indication that he was lying but find nothing but the truth. A grin breaks out on your lips as you gently tug on his hair. “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that,” you whisper and watch as relief floods his eyes. “I love you, too.”

Leon laughs quietly before he presses two chaste kisses to your lips, his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt and tugging it upwards.

“So, as I fell, the ground opened up and I landed on the floor of some underground lab. The rubble and debris piled in and covered the way back up, so I was left to find another way out,” you say, your fingers playing with the hair on the back of Leon’s neck. His arms were wrapped around your middle as he gently swayed the two of you on your office chair.

The door was closed and the blinds were shut, the only light coming from the small lamp you had on your desk. It felt like you were in your own little world, like the other agents outside your office weren’t hurriedly gathering information for their next missions, like Hunnigan wasn’t a few doors down reorganising the file you dropped.

With your legs draped over his thighs and your side pressed to his front, neither of you cared that you were still at work. Too much time had passed since you last saw each other and you weren’t about to waste anymore. “While I was looking around, I found file after file about the illegal testing they were doing in the village. It was everything we could’ve possibly needed to shut these guys down for good,” you continue, your eyes casted down as you replayed your experiences in your head.

Leon looked up at you, his hand absentmindedly tracing shapes on the skin of your thighs that your skirt didn’t cover. His eyes trailed all over you, from the bandage peeking out from under your shirt, to the multiple marks he kissed into the skin of your neck, to your swollen lip.

Scratching at his scalp before smoothing your hand back over it, you turn to face him. “I grabbed everything I could and tried to find a way out, but the next thing I knew…I was being cornered by the scientists who had survived the collapse. I bargained with them for a while before they let me go, but not without dislocating my shoulder and threatening my life a couple times,” Leon’s eyes darkened at that, his jaw clenching as he stopped swaying and tightened his hold on you. “I was kept down there for a few days before the rescue team finally found me, as well as all the evidence, and then the scientists were cuffed and taken out.”

Leon shifted slightly, his hand going back to running up and down your thigh. “They told me that they couldn’t find your body,” he mumbled, making your heart ache at the sadness that dripped from his voice.

“I was put under witness protection for a week or so after I was brought back home,” you say just as quietly.

His eyes met yours again. “You have no idea how many times I threatened to go back to that place and look for you myself. They were giving me nothing to go off of. They just said you were probably crushed by all the rubble and that it could take weeks to recover your remains-” he cut himself off as a dry sob nearly slipped past his lips.

Your eyes sting as you push his hair up and press a kiss to his forehead. “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled against his skin. “I wanted to come back to you every second of every day, but they wouldn’t let me. They said it was too soon, too dangerous and to wait a few more days. I just had to hold onto the thought of seeing you again. It’s what kept me going.”

Leon looked down at his hand as it neared the hem of your skirt. “I thought I lost you,”

“I’m right here,” you say and turn his head so he was looking back at you. “I’m here and I’m never leaving your side. Not until you tell me to.”

He shakes his head, his hand falling from your thigh as he fumbles around in the pocket of his jeans. You furrow your brows as he pulls out a small object. He held your ring in between his fingers and lifted it up so you could see it.

You let out a small laugh, your hand quickly wiping away your tears as you looked between the ring and him. “My ring,” you hum, returning your hand to his hair. “I was wondering where that went.”

Leon stayed still as he grabbed your hand and slid the ring on your finger. “Marry me,” he said quietly and you could’ve heard a pin drop as silence took over the space of your office.

You shifted on his lap and moved his head so you could look him in the eyes. He was serious. “What?”

“Marry me,” he said again and held your hand in his. “I don’t want to go that long without you ever again. I can’t.”

You let out a laugh of disbelief before cradling his face in your free hand. “Yes,” you say, more tears gathering in your eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say and wrap your arms around him, pressing your body impossibly closer to his. “I’ll marry you.”

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fluffansmut-old · 1 year

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Hi could you do a Eddie x reader fic where they couldn’t wait till they got home from hellfire. Like they decided they needed each other right now. And they fuck in the school bathroom. Also the hellfire boys walk by and hear it? I hope this makes sense. I also really bad for them😭

Summary: Thing get heated before hellfire one night

A/N:Thanks for this amazing request, I loved writing this honestly, just hope it’s not too graphic though.

Content warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, penetrative sex, hand jobs (ish), praise kink, very slight voyeurism (they get walked in on)

Word count: 1704

AO3 | masterlist

Hellfire fuck

He honked the horn twice and you knew that he was outside.

He smiled widely when he saw you, the way you dressed today was one of his favourites, you had a hellfire club shirt on even though you never really played and then you had this red little skaterskirt, paired with your burgundy doc martens, as usual.

“Hello gorgeous” he said as you got into his van.

“Hi babe” you responded as you pressed your lips to his.

His hand almost immediately found its way to your thigh as soon as he had put the car into drive. He inched the fabric up little by little until his little finger rested against your lace-clothed cunt. He didn’t do anything, he simply just kept his hand there and it alone was causing both heat and wetness to pool between your thighs.

He drew little shapes with his pointer finger on your inner thigh, watching your expression ever so often to see the reaction you had to his actions.

He said nothing nor did you, but you both knew, because frankly when he parked outside of Hawkins high, the little finger he had resting against your core, was positively wet. Eddie smirked to himself and flicked his pinky up once, brushing against your clit. You choked on a moan and then he removed his hand completely.

“Ready to go set up?” Eddie asked casually, as he removed his own seatbelt.

“You can be so cruel, do you know that?” You said as you pressed the seat belt button.

“I dunno, tell me what I’ve done sweetheart?” He said, smirking widely because he knew damn well what he did.

“Oh you know”

Inside the drama room Eddie got to work in a heist, bringing out chairs for everyone, setting the mood with lights and he even popped a tape of mood music in the record player, to be able to just press play as the rest of hellfire walked in.

When all of that was done the only thing that was left was setting up his dungeon master screen.

During all of this you couldn’t take your mind of how glorious he looked whilst he worked. The way his muscles so effortlessly flexed under his shirt as he moved tables and carried chairs. His skilled fingers, that fiddled around with figures and dice, and the way his face scrunched up in concentration over it all.

Let’s just say he didn’t make the heat between your legs cool down, rather the opposite. So when he sat on his throne you couldn’t stop yourself anymore.

You straddle Eddie on the throne when he was in the middle of setting everything up.

“Well hello there baby” he said surprisingly as he opened a folder of notes.

“Hi” you said innocently as you rubbed your hips softly against Eddie, your pantie-covered clit brushed against the rapidly forming bulge beneath you.

“Can I help you with something sweetheart?” He asked, placing a hand on your hip, guiding you down against him again.

“Does it seem like you can?” You said, not wanting to have to say it.

His ringed hand came up and he brushed his fingers lightly up your neck, sending exciting shivers down your spine, before he grabbed your chin, making you look him in the eyes.

“Now baby, if you want something from me, then you tell me” he said, looking into your eyes. “ what do you want sweetheart?”

The way he spoke made your heart pound harder with lust for him.

“I want you.” You said, grinding down on him again. “I want you so bad.”

“Is that so?” Eddie said, mockingly surprised. “In what ways, baby?”

“Every, any” you answered within seconds. “Up to you really”

“Wow, you really seem desperate huh?” He said as he slid a hand up under your skirt.

“Uhu” you moaned as you felt his hand trace your folds.

“Oh baby you really are desperate.” He said, removing his now wet finger for you, holding it up for the two of you to see.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, seeing the evidence of your desperateness.

“Open your mouth for me baby” he softly demanded, and you complied immediately, putting your tongue out for good measure, “oh, good girl”

The praise made you feel electric and you let out a low moan as Eddie trailed the wet finger all over your tongue.

“Suck sweetheart” he said and you did. “Well I guess we’ll have to find time in the schedule to relieve someone as desperate as you.”

“How long do we have until the others show up?” You asked, leaning down to leave a trail of hickies on the exposed skin of his neck.

“Absolute max, about 20 minutes.” Eddie said.

“C’mon then” you said and got off his lap, grabbing his hand pulling him out of the room, heading towards the bathroom across the hall.

Inside the stall Eddie didn’t wait until he pushed you against the wall, his lips traveling from your neck down as close to your breasts as your shirt would allow.

You pulled the shirt up from where it was tucked into your skirt and tore it off, hanging it over the stall door as Eddie’s face disappeared into your chest, leaving dripping hot kisses to the newly exposed skin.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty baby” you heard Eddie moan into your chest, and you dug your fingers into the dark messy locks and pulled him up,

moaning into his mouth as his tongue met yours.

Eddie pulled your bra down exposing your tits and flicked over one of the nipples,with his fingers as he continued to kiss you deeply.

You took one of the hands that you had in his hair and trailed it down his body, until you came to his belt buckle.

It wasn’t easy without seeing it but after some fiddling you unbuckled it and stuck your hand down his pants, rubbing your hand along his already almost painfully hard cock. You felt it twitch as you touched it and Eddie moaned into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned, as he took both his hands up under your skirt, finding the edge your panties, pulling them down to your mid thigh. His fingers started to rub circles on your clit almost instantly. “How do you want me?”

You thought for a second then decided.

“From behind, please Eddie” you pleaded.

He kissed your forehead.

“Of course baby, always so good for me.” He said, “turn around for me sweetheart”

You did as he asked and before you knew it you were pressed with your back against Eddies front, the back of your skirt flipped up, him easing into you with little to no effort, one of his hands found your tit, the other was down the front of your skirt rubbing you clit in sync with his thrusts.

You had your arms up around Eddie's neck, pulling his head towards yours until your lips met. He panted into your mouth as he pounded deeper into you.

“Fuck Ed’s” you said “I’m close, a little faster and I’ll cum”

“Hold on a little babe and I’ll get you there” he moaned.

You were so overcome with pleasure that you threw your head back against Eddieks shoulder and let out a string of incoherent words in pure pleasure.

This action was also what made the rest of the hellfire club realize where their dungeon master was.

They heard mumbles and assumed that it was Eddie.

”See” Dustin said to Gareth who had been convinced that Eddie had left to grab something that he forgot at home. “Told ya that he was still here”

“Yeah, yeah you win” Gareth responded and rolled his eyes at the freshmen. “Go prepare and I’ll drag the bastard out of there.”

The rest of hellfire went into the drama room and Gareth entered the bathroom. You and Eddie had both more or less just orgasmed and had you full focus on catching your breaths and whispering love declarations to each other. Gareth didn’t hear what you said, and only saw the hellfire shirt hanging on the stall door.

He assumed that it was Eddies, why would he assume any different? It was the boys bathroom after all.

He decided that he would surprise his friend, who probably spilled something on his shirt, so he yanked the stall door open and yelled, “ what are you doing man?”.

What he saw before him was not what he expected.

He saw you, clad in a skirt that thankfully covered a lot from where he was standing, you had your bra on but it didn’t help much because your tits weren’t covered by it, one was in Eddie's hand, and the other was the first thing Gareth saw.

Behind you were Eddie with his pants partially down, one hand holding your tit, the other slowly guiding this cock out of you.

Neither you or Eddie had the chance to say something before Gareth said;

“Oh fuck, no, shit uhm sorry,” he said and almost ran out of there.

Eddie's mind went straight to you who accidentally just flashed his friend your tits.

“How are you? I’m sorry I should’ve locked the stall.” He asked, shoving himself back into his boxers and then helped you slip back into your bra and shirt, before you shimmied your panties up your legs, knowing full well that they would be ruined by the time you got home since Eddie came in you.

“Are you talking about the sex or the surprise visit cause either way I’m fine.” You reassured and pecked his lips. “The sex was amazing, but I think we scarred Gareth for life.”

Eddie chuckled at the thought of his terrified face.

“We better go check on him”

When Gareth had entered the drama room all the other hellfire club members had questioned what had happened, Mike asked:

“What happened in there, did you see a ghost?”

They didn’t get an answer out of Gareth, but when you and Eddie entered, clothes a bit wonky, hickies and lipstick stains all over each other and hairs an absolute mess they figured out what he saw themselves

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sabo-has-my-heart · 1 month

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Hi! I don’t really know if this is considered an emergency request so feel free to ignore this since it’s way less urgent compared to other emergency requests.

Recently I have been having problems with asking myself whether or not I deserve an apology whenever I feel offended by my friends. I don’t really know how to word it so I’ll try my best here. I’m that ‘therapist friend’ in my group of friends of 4 (including me) and I always help solve the fights between our group which is mostly the same 2 friends fighting. I’ve never been in a fight with them more than 3 times and those times it barely lasts a day. Out of the 3 of my friends I’m really close to 1 of them (I’ll call her Kay) kay and I often play games together like Minecraft, cod, fall guys, etc. while playing these games she couldn’t talk so i was the only one talking while she was texting me back her responses, at one point she said something along the lines of ‘Jesus you sound like those annoying little kids that spit out a bunch of questions.’ Or something like that. I’ve been very insecure about my own voice and my child-like personality and the doubt in my head that I annoy my friends with my blabbering mouth(my friends don’t know this tho) I just responded with ‘oh’ and stayed quiet for the rest of the call which was silent. I excused myself and just went offline to think. I’m not sure if I was being over dramatic over something so small but that really hurt me and I tried to make it obvious it did hoping she’d approach me about it and tell me she didn’t mean it or basically anything but she never did. She just went about it like it didn’t even happen and I’m too scared to bring it up since it happened already a while ago and it’d be weird to. And this happens sometimes too, it doesn’t happen often nor does it rarely. I just need a second opinion on how to go about this. Could you give me some advice abt this along with sanji and law reacting to their s/o with this kind of problem?

I’m also the same Anon who sent the emergency request abt wanting to die instead of experiencing a loss of someone close, That really helped me overcome that feeling! I haven’t fully but I’m improving! Thank you so much and I hope you have an amazing day! (So sorry if this whole request is confusing and sorry for all the grammar mistakes)

I’m sorry if this isn’t considered an emergency request so feel free to ignore!

Hi sweet heart! I'm glad you're doing better about wanting to die. don't worry about being fully better. You're getting better, that's all that matters. It's okay to take your time. I'm sorry you're going through this. I sort of know how this feels, I was kind of this person in my group. Unfortunately, I eventually realized that, to those people, I wasn't a friend. Not really, anyway. I was just, admittedly, too afraid of being alone and abandoned to leave them. I suppose that's a pretty common fear. People don't really want to be alone.

Warnings: GN!Reader (I hope, let me know if I made any mistakes on that),

Word Count: 1800

Chewing on your lip, you stared out the window. You deserved an apology for this, didn’t you? After all, it was rude, mean, and hurtful, so it wasn’t like it was an unreasonable request, right? The two of you in particular were pretty close too, so she’d know that she should apologize, right? Even still, you couldn’t help but wonder if you really deserved an apology. Surely you deserved it, you were always solving fights between them and rarely started any arguments yourself, so it wasn’t like you were constantly causing needless drama. It was one apology. If it were any of your other friends, you’d talk to both of them, try to smooth things over, and usually they’d work things out and apologize on their own after that. So being on the receiving end of that meant that you deserved the same courtesy… right? Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if you really did deserve one. What if you were being over dramatic? Or perhaps you were blowing all of this out of proportion. She and the others would be pretty upset if you asked for an apology you didn’t deserve and you really didn’t want to cause a fight. Maybe it would be fine if you waved it off? It’s not like it was a particularly common thing. Yeah, it happened from time to time, but it wasn’t like they were constantly putting you down.

Getting up, you ran a hand through your hair. Maybe a shower or bath would calm you down and help you think. The warm water might help you relax and think clearly and a lot of people did their best thinking in the bathroom. If nothing else, it was worth a shot. Stepping in, you let the warm water soothe you, let it ease the tension in your muscles. Granted, it was hard to get yourself to relax into the water when you were this wound up, but eventually the warmth worked its way into your body, calming your mind. You were always the one solving all the problems, the one the others went to when they needed to talk, the one who helped everyone else, so what were you supposed to do when you were the one who needed help? Needed someone to talk to? Would the others hear you out? Just because you weren’t as close to the others didn’t mean you couldn’t talk to them about this. At least… hopefully. Despite how the water eased your body and calmed your mind, your thoughts still swirled like a whirlwind. You lost track of how much time you spent in the bathroom, how much time you spent trying to work out your thoughts before the water turned cold and you were forced to step out. Putting on some comfy clothes, you curled up on the couch, holding one of the couch pillows close.

Sanji

Walking into the living room, Sanji’s smile fell. The look on your face was so despondent, so downcast. He hated seeing you like this.

“Mon amour, what’s wrong?” the blond asked, kneeling on the floor next to the couch, reaching up to caress your cheek. Looking up at him, you debated on what to say. You really didn’t want to worry him, especially over something so… trivial. He had enough to worry about. Yet the look in his eyes begging you to tell him, to talk to him. The young man was always telling you that you could talk to him about anything, to come to him if you were ever feeling upset.

“Do… Do I deserve an apology?” your heart ached as the words finally left your lips, a look of alarm crossing Sanji’s features.

“Darling, what happened?” Sanji was immediately moving to the couch as he pulled you into his arms. Though he wanted to know what happened, he didn’t care if you were in the right or wrong, you were hurting. Taking a deep breath, you told him about what happened with your friend. Told him what she’d said, your insecurities, your feelings, everything. His hold on your tightened, holding you closer as he listened, one hand running up and down your back soothingly. Once you were finished, Sanji sat there for a moment, simply comforting you as he thought about what to say.

“My dearest love, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. You’re so amazing, so kind and caring. You don’t deserve to be hurt like that.” Sanji’s lips met your forehead, making you smile slightly as you snuggled further into him, “Which of your friends is this? Perhaps I can speak to her about apologizing. She should know she hurt you. I doubt she meant to hurt your feelings, but all the same, she did. If nothing else, perhaps you can work things out. Even if an apology isn’t given, perhaps you can get her to understand your feelings. But please, don’t bottle this up, don’t let it eat at your heart." His words made you smile as you nuzzled shyly into his chest. He always seemed to know what to say, what to do. He had a point, at very least, if you could work this out, then it wouldn’t happen again. If you could get her to understand your feelings, understand how hurt you were, if she made sure not to hurt you again, perhaps an apology wouldn’t matter. Her actions would apologize for her, she’d be better and your friendship would be stronger. A thought dawned on you as you glanced back up at him.

“And if she refuses to apologize? If she thinks she didn’t do anything wrong?” you asked worriedly, biting your lip again.

“Then they don’t deserve you and you need new friends, my love.” Sanji said softly, putting his thumb on your lip, forcing you to stop biting it, “Don’t be afraid to leave those who don’t deserve you in an attempt to find those who do. You won’t make real friends if you don’t try. Whether you become better friends with her or you find better friends elsewhere, it’s better to find those who appreciate you.” His words make your heart swell as you rested your head against him, feeling infinitely better. You’d talk to her tomorrow, if all went well, she’d apologize and if she refused, you’d find those worthy of your friendship.

Law

It was a while before Law stumbled into the living room, clearly exhausted from a long day doing rounds at the hospital. The surprisingly young doctor’s brow furrowed as he looked at your dispirited form. Normally you’d greet him with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes you’d have a snack or dinner ready for him, other times, you’d have started a hot shower for him. It didn’t take a genius for him to see that something was very clearly wrong. Taking a moment to think, Law finally pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He said simply, already putting a hand on your head so you’d rest against his collarbone. Swallowing hard, you tried to gather your thoughts. You knew there was no hiding it from him. Of the few times you’d tried, he always knew you were lying and coaxed it out of you sooner or later.

After another moment, you began to tell him what had happened, occasionally stopping as you began to worry that you were babbling again. Each time, Law would tell you to continue, reassuring you that it was fine, even if you apologized for rambling. Of the many things he’d never admit, he actually liked your rambling, liked your babbling and childish nature. It was the yin to his yang. You were bright and sunny, offsetting his rather serious, aloof personality. And while you were bright and sunny, you weren’t annoying about it. You weren’t some bimbo with an empty head who flounced around talking about the most shallow, inconsequential, idiotic things. Not some superficial pretty face with no cares in the world. There was more to you than that. He found you beautiful, yes, and you were bright and you blabbered, sure; but you had more than two brain cells, you weren’t shallow, you cared very deeply. A little bright, cheery, slightly child-like actions were a welcome change in his life.

You soon finished telling him what was wrong, followed by a million apologies for being over dramatic and annoying. After about 10 seconds of apologizing, his hand met the side of your head in a light ‘smack’, though said smack was more like a light tap of his fingers meant to shut you up and stop your endless apologies.

“Stop apologizing, I asked what was wrong and kept telling you to continue. You don’t need to apologize. Your friend’s the one who should apologize. I really don’t care about what happened or why. She hurt your feelings, she made you question yourself, you need to talk to her. Even I apologize if I hurt Bepo, Shachi, or Penguin. She needs to know she hurt your feelings and work it out with you. You realize this’ll just keep happening if you don’t talk about it, right? She won’t realize she hurt you and she’ll just do it again. If you want this to get better, say something, ask for a damned apology. If she doesn’t give you one or says you're overreacting, leave. You need friends who will listen to you and try to understand you, not ones who’ll make you feel bad just for wanting to express how you’re feeling.” Law sighed and tilted his head back. Despite his advice, he really wasn’t good at this. The way he handled things and the way you handled things were completely different.

“What if it starts a fight? What if I lose them? I really don’t want to lose my friends.” you asked, giving him a worried look.

“Then they aren’t friends, they’re people who are taking advantage of you. You really think I treat the others the same way? It’s basic respect to acknowledge a person’s feelings and try to right things. To improve your relationship by being better.” His words weren’t exactly soft or gentle, but as always, you could see right through him. You saw the care and love behind them. You nodded as you took a deep breath, letting him continue to hold you.

“Alright, I’ll try. Just… Please, take that day off. I want someone to comfort me if this starts an argument or they say they don’t want to be friends anymore.” you pleaded, making him nod.

“Of course. Just… just know that if they want to end your friendship over something instead of just saying a few simple words, then they don’t deserve you. It’ll hurt, but you deserve better.” Law said softly, continuing to comfort you.

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Perfect Strangers

Chapter 5: A Hand to Hold

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!Reader

Series Summary: When a stranger appears at your homestead to steal from you, you set out to help him instead. What follows is a reckless relationship with potentially dangerous outcomes.

Previous Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4)

Chapter Summary: Arthur returns earlier than expected to put you at ease.

Word Count: 4.8K

Tags: 18+. MDNI. NSFW. Smut, Porn With Plot, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Mentions of Guns, Knives and Drinking, Playful Banter, Scared Reader, Protective Arthur Morgan, Lots of Fluff and Comfort

Taglist: @how-the-heck-would-i-know

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The nighttime was never frightening before you met Arthur Morgan, probably because it never differed from the day. You were just as lonesome regardless of where the sun was, used to the tranquil solitude of your own company, your own heartbeat your only companion. But at least you were used to it, an easy living without any surprises made for a peaceful reality. You could always rely on the kindness of predictability.

But then Arthur walked into your yard and into your life. He left your house a few hours ago and suddenly the night is terrifying. Not just because last night's home invasion left your sense of security shattered, but because a night without him is now unbearably bleak. Being alone now feels strange, wrong even.

Arthur left late in the afternoon after getting some much-needed sleep by your side. You woke him gently with a kiss on his lips, his eyes widened in amazement before he realized where he was, deepening the kiss when he was aware of who you were. You said goodbye with a long-held embrace before he rode out of view from the yard where you met. His words lingered behind: "I'll come check on you soon."

The barrel of your shotgun now rests against the headboard of your bed, easy within reach, readied for the worst. You suspect it'll be there for the foreseeable future, at least until you go to bed one day and you don't feel fear anymore. You huddle the quilt close to your chest, waiting for sleep to come. It miraculously arrives when the sun is rising and you realize you've survived a night by yourself. The only thing keeping you sane is the pretend comfort of his arms.

The day goes by quickly since you wake up around noon and you spend the day idling, without the will to do much of anything. You're getting scared of the night again as you stand on your porch, the orange in the sky hastily slipping away from your grasp.

When you hear the sound of a horse on the road you surprisingly don't feel fear nor do you reach for the gun by your side. You know in your bones it's him, galloping gently so as not to startle you. When your eyes meet, you finally find the safety you so desperately need.

You both stare at each other until his horse finally slows.

"Hey." You feel yourself smile a little, a strange feeling on such an odd day.

"Hey." The brim of Arthur's hat tilts downwards.

"You're back early." You didn't expect him today, or the next few days for that matter. He said he had work waiting for him.

"Thought I'd come see you. See how you've been."

"I'm fine. No forced entries today."

He looks at you somberly, trying to figure out what lies behind your jest. "I'll take Titus to the stable. Be right back."

"You're staying the night?"

He brings his horse to a trot as he moves to head out back. "Yeah."

His answer is enough to make you sigh of relief. You're gonna survive another night after all.

You're still in the same place when he comes back, leaning on your porch rail as you watch him, his feet heavy on the wooden floor, making yours tremble as he comes closer. He places one of his hands next to yours as he assumes the same position you're in and you both look out yonder as you welcome back the night.

The last glow of the afternoon sun makes his eyes glimmer as he looks at the horizon. "You had any trouble?"

"No. Quiet as usual." It would've been an ordinary day if you hadn't been plagued with restlessness and insecurity.

"Good." He exhales. "That's good." He turns to look at you over his shoulder. "You eat today?"

It takes you a while for you to think about his question and you realize you honestly don't know. You don't feel any hunger at least.

Your lack of answer prompts Arthur to take your hand in his, forcing you to face him. "Come on. Let's get you something."

He squeezes your hand as he motions to lead you inside but instead, you tug him back and he stops in his tracks, looking down at you with vivid concern. You don't waste time until you throw your arms around him. He doesn't miss a beat until he does the same, finally giving you the hug you so desperately needed.

"Thank you for coming," you tell him as you take a deep breath, smelling the tobacco on his shirt.

"Of course." He places a small peck on your earlobe as he gently caresses your shoulders. You sink aimlessly into him and he lets you for quite some time.

You don't know how long you've been embracing him until he nudges you lightly. "Let's get inside, darling. It's getting cold." You raise your head to see it's now completely dark outside. You don't protest as you feel him parting from you, returning his hand to yours as he leads you inside.

It's embarrassing that you haven't even bothered to light a fire today, so Arthur heads to your hearth to start one while you fix up something for dinner. You still have plenty of bean cans Arthur got you, so you make the best of it as you heat them up in the fire. The bean stew is not much of a meal but neither of you expresses disappointment. You offer him some biscuits for consolation as he tells you about the escaped convict caught nearby, the cause of all the trouble two nights ago. It seems he tried to murder two farmers east of Emerald Ranch before robbing a wagon on his way to Valentine.

"I reckon they should hang him for what he did rather than send him to Sisika. He'll just try to escape again. No point in sending him east." He takes a few bites of a biscuit and you can tell he's not a fan of something so sweet. Your apple pie was more to his liking.

"Well, the further away he is from here the better. Dead or alive." Half of a biscuit lies on your plate and you're trying to decide if you have the appetite to finish it. You don't.

"Yes. That's true." He sips some of the wine you had in one of your cupboards. All the whiskey you had for him was drunk by the soldiers when they ransacked your home. He's not drinking much today, but you make up for his restraint as you serve yourself another glass. You can tell he's noticing your attempts to drown your sorrow.

When the conversation halts, you busy yourself with cleaning the dishes as always. Arthur tries to help but there's not much to do today on account of your plain meal. He settles by the fire when he unoccupies himself until you join him on your sofa with a clumsy thud. You're not even down when he stretches his arm over the back of the davenport, inviting you into his embrace again. You succumb to the openness of his warmth as you feel him breathing under you, both of you staring at the flames as they dance lively for you.

He lowers his arm onto your shoulder, giving you a few brushes before he speaks. "What happened wasn't right. It's ok to be scared, you know?" You feel him swallow before he speaks his next words. "Happens to the best of us."

You turn your head over his chest so you can look up at him, wrapping your arms around his frame for stability. "You get scared too? A big man like you?"

"Sometimes." He begins to run his fingers through your hair, tucking it behind your ear. "When others are in danger, I worry about them." His thumb traces the ridge of your ear. "I worried about you," he admits. "I'm glad you're ok."

You hum in appreciation as you begin to trace your fingers over the exposed chest hairs of his open collar as they twinkle by the fire. "What happens now?"

He ponders his answer as if trying to decide whether to tell you the truth. "It fades. Slowly. Then it goes away."

"How long will that take?"

"As long as it needs to, I guess." You must look dismayed by his answer as he stumbles to be more encouraging, squeezing your shoulder assuringly. "You're strong. It would be worse if you weren't. You just gotta be tough a while longer. One day you'll wake up and it won't hurt no more. Not like it does now."

"It's funny. It doesn't hurt as much since you arrived."

He moves his hand to caress the back of your head. "Maybe it's the food in your belly."

"No. It's you. I'm sure." You pat his chest convincingly.

"Well, you need to take better care of yourself. At least when I'm not here."

Your heart leaps as he tells you he plans to come back to you. "And when you are?"

"Well, then, I'm here." He takes a convinced breath. "I've got ya."

You'd never imagined that three little words could set your heart aflutter and you wonder if he can feel it in your chest as you move up against him to reach his plump lips, kissing him deeply as you tug at his bottom lip. He supports your back with his hands as he leans into you, breathing you in as you move against him, tightening your grip on his neck.

It's not a lustful kiss, but it's not a restrained one either, as you try to walk the line between affection, gratitude, and discretion. You don't want it to come off as suggestive. A night of unbridled passion is the last thing on your mind after such a distressing few days.

You break off the kiss and you return your head to the side of his chest. You see the firewood flames burning in his eyes, still looking at you with unashamed intensity. Perhaps the kiss was provocative after all and he expects something in return for his comforting words.

You unlatch your hand from his neck before you trail it down his abdomen, gently brushing over his shirt. You lower your palm further until you grab his belt buckle suggestively.

He quickly answers your silent query. "I ain't come here for that, darling."

You exhale of relief as you turn away to look at the fire, returning your hand to aimlessly graze his warm inviting chest as he continues to console you. You stay like that long enough to see the embers start to die down, at which point both of you are feeling the tender nudge of sleep.

You barely exchange words as you prepare for bed. Arthur removes his gun belt and places it on a hook on your wall before placing a pistol on the nightstand closest to where he usually sleeps. You lean your shotgun against your headboard like you did the night before. He helps you remove your dress with a fast swoop before you crawl on the mattress in your chemise, watching him undress until he's down to his underpants.

Arthur heads to his side, folding the quilt back to slide in next to you. When he readjusts his pillow so it lies higher against the headboard, a glint of metal catches his eye. You watch as he removes the large knife you hid on that side of the bed in case you needed to protect yourself.

He grins at you once he realizes he has an opportunity to tease you, maybe bring a smile to your worried face. “This a present for me?” He places it on the nightstand, now humorously crowded with weapons. “I usually prefer flowers, missy.”

Your lips stretch in amusement. "The knife seemed more your style."

Arthur climbs on the bed and leans down towards you on a bent elbow. "Well, I'm afraid I can't accept it." He kisses your temple softly. "I was hoping for something less sharp." He pecks other parts of your face except for your lips.

"What?" Your tone is cheeky as you play along and catch up to his ploy. "Surely not my tongue, then."

He tries to contain a chuckle but fails as he grins like you, both reveling in the spontaneous joy of the moment as his lips meet the tip of your nose. "I was thinking of something warmer." They reach a crease above your smile. "Something softer."

When he raises his lips again, you tilt your mouth towards them without making contact. "Something closer?"

You feel his hot breath on your lips. "Something like that." He takes a deep look into your eyes as he tries to contain himself, caressing your cheek with an impatient thumb.

When he finally gives in, it's a lot gentler than you expect. You still see him close his eyes in pleasure as he gets his gift, taking your warm soft lips as if he’s never had them before. He kneads into them slowly and gently with such care it feels like you’re discovering tenderness for the first time.

You’re quick to get hungry for more, grabbing his shoulders to make him close in on you, his arms soon caging you beneath him. Your breasts rub lazily against his broad chest as his whole frame leans into you, now tingling with pure delight. He feels your lips begging for more, your tongue seeking hurried entrance into his mouth. When he allows it, you both mewl at the intensity it sends over you as it cascades into aimless shooting stars across your bodies.

When the kiss ends, overwhelmed with exhilaration, wide smiles return to your faces and you're quick to continue to joke. "I told you it was sharp. Should’ve kept the knife.”

Arthur laughs unabashedly, his chest vibrating against yours as you see the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen in a man. You’re thankful it lasts so long because you get to notice every little detail. The round reddish form of his cheeks visible through his beard. The old white scars well hidden on his stubbled chin. The soft wrinkles drawn around his mouth and glittering eyes. His damp lips stretched so wide they might split. The pearly white teeth so visible they might blind you. The joy on his face so infectious it fills every crevice in your soul.

When he stops laughing, his smile is reduced but still as riveting, even as his lids begin to close heavy from fatigue. He places a few pecks on your lips before he slides back next to you, one of his legs still tangled between yours. He motions to slide his arm under you and you take the chance to turn to face him, resting your head on his large bicep, running your hand up and down his bare chest. When you raise a thigh over his hip, he ventures to hold it in his grasp, tracing gentle circles on your skin with his thumb. Your breathing steadies and synchronizes as you begin to lull each other to sleep.

You’re almost dozing off when you realize you’re now totally at ease. You've completely forgotten the burden of dread you've been dragging around the past few days, soothed by impromptu playfulness and passion. Arthur has delicately unwound you like a mechanical doll in his calloused deft hands.

You're still awake enough to hear his remaining mumbling thoughts. “You’re really something, you know that?” You feel his grip tighten around your thigh while his other hand rests assuringly against the small of your back.

You hide your eager smile against his flank, pretending to be settling into a more comfortable position. Somehow you summon the energy to defy your weariness. “Something warmer?” you suggest brazenly.

You feel him hum against you, treading his hand around your thigh, soon reaching your buttock tenderly. "Something softer too.”

His answer is enough to make you lift your head, placing it as close to his neck as possible. You lean your whole body against him, trying to leave no inch untouched. "Something closer?"

He croons again and you feel his lips tussle your hair as he kisses the top of your head. The hand on your back pushes you further into him as he welcomes your weight onto him.

As he buries himself underneath you, it becomes clear why he came back so soon after seeing you just yesterday. He craves sleeping next to you just as much as you.

He finally whispers his last remark before you drift off to sleep, soothed by the comfort of your cocoon. “Something like that.”

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Arthur's ridiculously handsome face is what you see before you're barely even conscious as you wake. His head is placed neatly on his pillow as his eyes remain closed, his nose looming over his other striking features. Your eyes widen at the sight of his immaculate profile, soaking up the perfect view as you try your best not to move, set on not disturbing what looks like benevolent peace.

You take shallow breaths as you notice one of your arms is limp over his chest while one of your legs is jammed beneath one of his knees. To move an inch would entail waking him from his merited sleep, so you resign yourself to the slightly awkward position your body is in. You have no choice but to drink him in.

You're studying the length of his caramel-colored lashes that rest on his cheek when you see his rosy plump lips move, his eyes still closed. "You gonna pretend to be sleeping for much longer?"

You wonder what part of your body you moved. You could swear you were perfectly still. "Just as long as you."

Neither of you moves as you wait to see who will budge first. You see a brief twitch of hesitation flash across his mouth but he insists on faking sleep until you give up. You're no less stubborn than him so you keep still, wondering how long it'll take him to yield to impatience.

You bask in the stillness of the early morning, staring serenely at the illuminated face of your lover and realizing how much tranquility he brings you. Just a single night spent in his arms and it feels like all your troubles have melted away, left outside the repose of your secluded bedroom. You feel a quiet smile reach your lips as you find yourself in the middle of another humorous romp with Arthur. For the moment it's all that concerns you in this troubled world.

You keep up the mutual sham for several minutes before his patience finally runs out. "That's it, missy. You're done for."

You squeal in surprise as he suddenly jumps up, tossing the bed linens back, kneeling on the mattress while sliding his arms underneath your back and knees, picking you up from the bed with such force it feels like you've fallen off. Instead, you find yourself lifted, folded in his strong arms like you're made of paper, holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself. He bounces you a few times as you shriek with both glee and confusion.

He settles you with a charming grin on his face. "You awake yet?"

"Arthur!" is all you say in between giggles, entranced as this man treats you like his own rag doll, tossed around recklessly in his iron grip.

You're so dumbstruck you don't reply to his question so he jolts you again more forcefully as you feel your body hover briefly in the air. "I'm gonna keep doing this until you answer me, girl."

"Yes! I'm awake, Arthur!” You clinch his shoulders for mercy. “Put me down!"

He stops bouncing you as you see him chuckle, calming you down in his arms as he keeps holding you, enjoying the sight of your bemused expression. “Well, good morning then.”

He leans down his lips to kiss your temple as you try to catch your hurried breath, slowly loosening your grip on his shoulders. He rewards you by lowering his lips against yours, giving you a fiery kiss spurred on by the adrenaline still running through both your veins. As the kiss deepens, you involuntary clasps his shoulders again as you feel his hands tighten around your skin, holding you higher and closer to him, carrying you to new dizzying heights. He keeps holding you in his embrace as you continue to float in a euphoric state of refuge and delight.

As Arthur's tongue swirls around yours, you suddenly feel titillated with a sensation you haven't felt in days. Electricity ripples through your whole body, reaching its peak just below your waist as you turn hungry for the kind of touch you know only he can give you.

The feeling becomes more pronounced once he motions to lower you to your knees on the bed, searching for a better angle to sink into you. He grabs your hips tightly as he drags them against his own, your center settling at the top of one of his thighs. You find yourself grinding into him, clasping his shoulders to anchor yourself while his hands aid the movement of your thrusts.

When you decide to speak, his tongue leaves your mouth while you continue to straddle his thigh, looking him in the eye to tell him what you want. "Make me feel good, Arthur."

He kisses the side of your mouth tenderly in response. "You sure?" He knows you were in no mood for this last night.

You intensify the motion of your hips and the clutch of your hands. "Yeah. I'm sure."

He doesn't waste time as he reaches for your neck, planting a slobbering kiss there, grabbing your ass to support the movements against his thigh. You're now aching with full-blown desire as you try to get some friction against his leg, slightly grunting in frustration when it's not enough.

He notices your growing eagerness. "It's alright, missy. Let me take care of you." His hands reach under your chemise and grab the inside of your drawers before you feel them sliding down. You stop moving and lift your knees as Arthur takes them off, then raise your arms as he removes your chemise, thanking you with a rowdy peck on your lips.

Arthur’s hands return to your hips and you feel his fingertips running to the underside of your buttocks and squeezing, making you hum with urgency and expectation. You feel yourself getting wetter by the second, the burning in your core becoming impossible to ignore as he reaches around to the apex of your thighs. You grip his shoulders even harder now, mewling into his mouth to make him do something more.

Then you feel one of his fingers reach your folds, separating them before he reaches where your wetness gathers, earning a muffled grunt from him. He slathers your slick around your lips and two of his fingers and you feel your knees begin to shake on top of the mattress from anticipation. His free arm reaches around your back to steady you while his mouth slides down to the side of your neck, letting your mouth gasp directly into his ear. You’re much louder than either of you expect once his fingers finally reach your clit, now rubbed with soft circles that threaten to make you collapse. His hand on your waist keeps you from moving too much while your back begins to arch around his arm, keeping you in his tight brace.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you.”

"Faster," you tell him between pants as you start approaching the point of no return.

Arthur picks up the pace, earning louder noises from you as his thumb reaches your clit. He slides his other fingers down to stimulate your entrance, building your arousal to a state of uncontrolled bliss. You're about to tell him to move them inside when he speaks, moving his head to look into your eyes. "It's all right, angel. I've got ya."

As he repeats the three little words he recited last night, the ones that echoed so deeply into you, you finally feel one of his fingers reach inside you, his touch soon finding the spot that makes you glimpse paradise. The simultaneous occurrence makes you sob with unrestrained melodic grunts. "That's it, missy. Keep singing for me, beautiful."

As your mouth hangs open, you feel compelled to keep your eyes on him, even as your head begins to tilt backward, your back sweaty against his bulky arm as you abandon any restraint in his embrace. He slips in another of his fingers, joining in the effort to prod against your wall at a keen pace. Your head falls further as you close your eyes but you feel his hand reach the back of your head, keeping you from dropping into the mattress. "I've got ya, darling. Don't worry." You open your eyes again, wishing to see him as your climax approaches. "Let go for me, missy." You're not sure how his fingers are working you so fast and precisely, but you feel yourself getting closer and closer to what you both want. "Let me feel you, sweetheart." You grunt uncontrollably as you begin to reach the unavoidable. "Show me what you've got."

The snap of the coil inside you comes fast and hard. Your walls flutter around his fingers while your back swerves wildly against his arm, his muscles flexed to keep you steady. A guttural sound leaves your lungs as you taste the sweetness of release, soon turning into oversensitivity as Arthur keeps writhing pleasure from you. You feel your knees quiver against the bed but he's quick to lower his hand to your hip, keeping you balanced as you come down from your high. Despite the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm, you never break eye contact with Arthur. You stare into his blissful reassuring eyes as they tell you he's got you over and over again without saying a word, all the while wringing from you the most depraved feelings of pleasure.

You feel obliged to tell him how much he means to you, how much you're willing to repay him for all his successful efforts in comforting you. You speak between shaky breaths. "You know I've got you too, right?"

His lips form a timid smile as his eyes sparkle even more. "I know, missy." He gives you an affectionate peck on your forehead as he gently removes his fingers from your core, wiping them down on the side of his bloomers. He lowers his arm to hook it under your thighs, laying you softly against the mattress so you can rest from your overexertion. He towers over you as his hands begin to soothe your forearms, caressing you until you even your breathing.

In your state of pure joy, you keep staring at his face, the one you've been carefully examining since you woke up. It's the face of a man that has purposely sought to spend last night and this morning with you and, if yesterday's talk is any indication, he might be spending some other ones too.

You trace your gaze down to his large chest, his soft belly, the patch of hair peeking from his bloomers. The fabric of his underpants is stretched thin as it barely manages to retain his fully hard cock, itching to break free from its enclosure. You were so enraptured in your own pleasure, you've neglected to help Arthur with his own. You decide to make amends as you greedily reach both your hands to his waistband, tugging at it as you threaten to pull it down. "It's your turn now."

He extends out his hands to grab both your wrists, stopping you before he gets some assurance from you. "You ready to go again?" His eyes glimmer with lust and expectation, hungry for an affirmative reply. Your chest swells at the possibility of him giving you more. The thought of thrusting around the hardness in front of you makes you blush, feeling a budding arousal again as you nod.

You whine for him to give you permission to release him. He lets go of one of your wrists from his grip, opening his palm up so he can give you a hand to hold, which you eagerly do. His other grip pushes your hand as you slide the undergarment down, finally freeing him fully.

"You gonna come for me again, angel?"

Your nod is anything if not enthusiastic. He lowers himself so his hips can meet yours, his length now sinfully close to your entrance. His breath is hot over your mouth as he leads the hand he's holding between your bodies, letting it go as he directs your fingers to encircle his pulsing member.

"That's my good girl."

From that moment on, you were his and only his. Even if you didn't know it yet.

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A/N: Idk why but this one was a pain in the ass to write. Sorry it took so long! I tried to get some fluff in before things get more complicated…

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan smut #goodmorgan

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romanestuffsposts · 8 months

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Hi friend! You are an amazing writer and I really appreciate you.

Can you write a story where the little becomes so anxious she just goes nonverbal? I tend to do that when I’m anxious and idk if something others go through. Thanks again :)

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much! It’s means so much to me what you said! ❤️I Hope your know that I really appreciate you too!

Of course! I hope you like how I wrote it!

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : anxious reader, reader feeling little, craving for care and comfort from your Daddies, confuse mind, caring Daddies

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : life isn't always easy with you...

A/N : I don't know why but I really like how I wrote this one. Maybe it's because I didn't wrote for some days and so I kinda feel new, I don't know 😅

I Hope you liked it like I do!

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It's not normal

Not normal at all

You're used to be anxious, you had deal with it since you can remember because of lots of things that happened during your life but as you kept making steps on your way in life, you found tips to help you go through that

Wether it's with someone else, a specific person or just a movement you constantly do until you feel better. It always worked at some point but today seems... different.

You did all the things that usually help you, you texted your Daddies when you came back home from your day, they still were to work so you couldn't do otherwise. You wanted to call them but never grow the strength to asked them, too scared to disturb them in their work.

Then you tried to feed Alpine and play with her, keeping your mind busy with your favorite little cat but it didn't helped, you could still feel the painful bowl stuck in your stomach.

Then you let Alpine rests downstairs and went in your playroom, you took a book and started to trace with your fingers the words written on the cover of the book. It's something you do to calm you when you're too sad and have a hard time calming yourself. It's a little movement who is really relaxing for you but in that case, it didn't helped either.

You were completly lost about what you should do to get out of that state and you were even more scared because you could felt yourself slipping more and more because of that. Only you were home alone and were scared to let yourself slip. You knew you needed it, but it wasn't the time.

So you walked back downstairs, you fell on the ground, against the wall who is facing the front door and hugged your knees. You swing yourself until you know you're safe, in their arms, against them.

You didn't heard nor saw the front door opening and your Daddies stepping in, even tho your eyes were glued to the door, an anxious look on your face. Your eyes were focus on something- like the door, but your mind completly defformed what you were seeing the whole time.

"Babygirl ?" your Daddy asks as he hung his coat on the wall beside the front door. He frowns at your Papa who were already studying you, tying to understand what is going on.

They walk toward you and that's only when they get closer to you that they see your face, your look and gaze. Something was wrong, something happened and they see it right away.

You Papa kneels down in front of you, a reassuring hand on your knee while your Daddy rushed to the kitchen to get you a cold drink. "Sweetie" he gently calls trying to catch your empty gaze "can you look at me, please ?"

Slowly, his voice found your ears and the only thing you wanted was to lay eyes on him, which you did. You lifted your eyes and finally meet his. A soft expression is on his face and you don't know if it's from relief, reassurance or fear. Maybe all of them.

"Here, little one" Your Daddy gently gives you the cup of water but you don't take it. You look up at him and open your mouth, telling him that you want him to do it for you.

If he knew you would've asked him to do that, he would've put the drink in a bottle, it would've been easier for you to drink in it.

He rests his hand on the back of your neck to hold your head and bring the cup to your lips, he's careful when the water slide against your tongue and down your throat.

"how do you feel, baby ?" he asks, his hand stroking the side of your hair and face.

You look at him as if he's the thing you wanted to see the most and instead of answering him, you lift your arms up and make grabby hands.

You didn't care who would take you in his arms, you just want to be with them.

Your Papa stands up just as your Daddy lifts you up and they both walk toward the couch. They can feel you need them and as always, they'll be there for you.

Your Daddy sits you down on his laps and your Papa sits beside you both, he takes your feet in his laps and starts to massaging them, knowing you need all kind of comfort they can give you.

"can you explaining to us how you're feeling ?" your Papa asks, "what is happening, princess ?"

You whine and snuggle further in your Daddy's chest with your face in your Daddy's neck. He sighs and caresses a reassuring hand along your back as you finally let yourself relaxing under their hands, and touch.

Your Daddy can feel your hands shaking because of your anxious state and hold you tighter against him. "you're safe now, beautiful. Just close your eyes and let us take care of you"

You didn't even felt your Papa leaving the couch but you feel him coming back. He sits back down under your feet and gently takes your hand. You look up at him and he hold a bottle to your lips with a sweet smile.

You open your lips and happilly take the bottle in it. You close your eyes in relief of the familiar taste and movement your jaw make while sucking on the little tute.

You drink while watching a cartoon they put on the tv as they keep their gentle touches on your skin to keep you calm and in a safe place.

As you finish your bottle, your Papa slides your paci in your lips before you can feel the lost feeling of the tute in your mouth and starts to relax more and more in your Daddies's arms.

All stress and anxiety now behind you as your day finally comes to an end in the arms of your favorite people.

... Later that night, when your Daddies will carry you to bed, they'll walk by your playroom and see all the books on the ground and will understood what really happened, even tho they kind of already know.

What can they say ? They're your Daddies, they know how you react and how your body reacts through your feelings. That's their job after all

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fanmoose12 · 5 months

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Hello 🤎

Dropping by your ask box to say how much I enjoy and love your works! You're so precious to the Levihan community and I can't get enough of your stories.

If you still take prompts (no pressure though if you don't or if you don't like the prompt or if you already wrote something similar), I'd like to read a story set in High School AU.

Against all odds Levi, the most popular student/amazing athlete/gorgeous boy asked Hange, the four-eyed/androgynous/nerdy/dirty/brilliant genius he barely knows to prom. The story can be either how/why he asked Hange and what were their reaction (and the other students reaction) or what happens on prom night when he picks a dolled up Hange up at their house and when they enter the ballroom together.

Thank you 🤎

Hange is nearly convinced they're hallucinating. Imagining things that aren't real, cannot be real. Projecting their own desires and confusing them with reality.

That's the only logical conclusion they come to, well - one of two only logical conclusions. The second one... Hange doesn't want to even think about it. It makes them feel uncomfortable, like all their insides are sticky and they're about to puke.

But Levi, the star of the school's football team and the most gorgeous boy Hange has ever laid their eyes upon, would never do that, would he? Despite his status and reputation, he's not like all the other popular kids from their school, those who make a hobby out of mocking Hange. Sure, he only exclusively addresses them as four-eyes, but that- appears nearly affectionate, compared to the nicknames that Hange receives from other students.

Levi may seem scary, what with all his scowling and nearly constant brooding, but, underneath it all - he's kind. At least, that's how Hange thinks of him. And they have enough proof of that - like that time, when Levi helped them carry all their books from the library or that one time, when he stepped in for them, when a couple of girls were making fun of them (sure they could have defended themself just fine, but- Levi’s deed was nothing if admirable, and- Hange was growing sick of spending most of their afternoons in the detention).

But what if all these incidents were just an accident? What if Levi is not as kind as he appears? What if their crush on him tinted their vision and turned them to reality?

What if what Levi just said to them wasn't a hallucination, nor a projection, and Hange did hear everything correctly? What if Levi saw right through them, took note of their very obvious crush on him and decided to pull a cruel joke on them?

Hange doesn't know what they'd do if that turns out to be true. They can't even figure out how they feel about it - are they ashamed, angry or just hurt?

Perhaps, for the first time in their life, Hange can't find their voice. Words escape them, all rational thoughts scattering from their mind. So they say nothing, do nothing, and just stare at Levi, hoping that he - in a true hallucination fashion - would vanish before their eyes.

But he does not.

He stares back at Hange, his eyes slightly narrowed, as though he tries to find some sort of an answer on their face. A bit passes, then two, then- when Hange is nearly ready to burst into hysterics - Levi sighs and reaches for his backpack.

He stands up from the cozy spot under a tree that Hange usually spends their lunch breaks at, and turns his head sideways with what Hange would assume was shame, if they weren't so bewildered by the whole ordeal.

"Sorry," he murmurs, so softly that Hange almost misses it. "For taking up your time, and... you know."

No. Hange does not, in fact, know. So, just as Levi turns away, they reach out to him and grab him by the end of his sleeve.

"Wait!" they exclaim, surprised at how breathless their own voice sounds. They weren't running, they hardly even moved, then why their heart beats so fast? And why does it feel like all air was sucked out of their lungs? Hange doesn't bother pondering on it, they have a far more pressing matter, because it seems - they feel - like the impossible conclusion was actually the correct one. "You really mean it?" they ask Levi. "This whole... prom thing?"

Levi gives them a look - the one they know all too well, the one that makes him look like a ferocious cat and never fails in making Hange smile. "What, you thought I was joking?"

"Well..." Hange trails off, trying very hard to stop themself from bursting into a fit of nervous laughter. They fail spectacularly at that, however, and start snickering into the palm of their hand. Levi's scowl, they note from the corner of their eyes, grows more pronounced as they do so. "I did actually think that."

Levi clicks his tongue that quite effectively diverts Hange's attention from the blush that begins to rapidly spread across his face. "Either you're an idiot, four-eyes, or you think I'm a complete jerk."

Hange decides to not dignify that with a reply - they do not consider themself to be an idiot, quite the opposite actually, but at the same time - they do feel a bit stupid for thinking so lowly of Levi.

"Well, since you mean it," they say, giving Levi their most charming smile. "And, apparently, have been rejected so many times that I'm your last chance, I guess... I can take pity on you."

"Wow," Levi deadpans. "You're generous, four-eyes. And also- wrong."

"Huh?" Hange tilts their head to the side, frowning. "How so?"

"You aren't my last chance. You-" Levi does it again - turns away, hiding his face from them. "You are my first choice."

Oh.

Hange's heart reacts funnily to a quiet confession - it misses a single beat, then starts hummering in their chest. Warmth spreads throught their body, and they absentmindedly wonder - is that the feeling of the famed butterflies they're experiencing right now?

The romance books they've skipped through out of boredom a couple of times didn't lie then. It is spectacular.

Does Levi feel the same? Is it why he asked them out? Does Hange- make him feel as giddy?

It's the only logical conclusion they come to, and so, Hange smiles - widely, joyfully.

They stand up, shorten distance between themself and Levi and put a hand onto his shoulder. They catch the baffled look on his face, before he once again tries to turn away.

Hange doesn't let him, though, not until they plant a kiss onto his cheek.

Levi makes a sound then - something between a sigh and a gasp, and with utter fascination Hange watches how desperately he tries to appear unaffected. He furrows his eyebrows, he gives them his famous dark look, but all his efforts go in vain, as his cheeks begin to rapidly gain color.

Hange's pretty sure it's the most adorable thing they've seen in their entire life.

"I'll be looking forward to our date!" they say, a bit cheekily. The most popular boy of their school has asked them out, after all. They have every right to feel a bit arrogant.

They reach out to Levi's hair, and - shocked that he hasn't pushed them away right away - grow bold enough to ruffle it.

Huh.

His hair is as soft and pleasant to the touch as Hange always imagined it to be.

Briefly, they wonder what else Levi would allow them to do - would he let them go for a hug? But they dismiss that thought immediately, it's not the time to push on the boy's boundaries, not yet.

They'll have plenty of opportunities during prom night.

So, they simply squeeze his arm this time, and move to walk past him. They don’t get far enough, before they hear a quiet, impossibly soft, “I’ll be looking forward to it too.”

And just like that - the butterflies return. And with one last glance at Levi, Hange knows - it's not the last time that they experience that feeling.

#levihan #fun fact! this was in my drafts for like..... weeks? i wanted to write a follow up but then...... i forgot...

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floralbuckleyswrites · 2 years

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Burnt Out

♡ Pairing: Buck/Gender Neutral!Reader ♡ Genre: General, Hurt/Comfort ♡ Word Count: 870 ♡ Warnings: Dizziness, Exhaustion, Mention of Covid, Mental Health Struggles ♡ Summary: After spreading yourself too thin lately, a scare makes you realize things need to change. ♡ Note: Day 5 of my 30 Day Writing Challenge! I didn’t like the prompt, so I did a request by my lovely amazing boo @nurse-buckley! You are such a sweet angel and I want you to remember that I am always here. Ily ♡

A heavy sigh left your lips as you closed your laptop, having just spent the last two hours writing your last essay of the summer semester. It still needed to be polished, but at least you had it written out. There was still the end-of-semester quiz to take, but besides that, you were so close to finishing. You’ve never had such a difficult semester before.

You were seriously burnt out after getting covid, family drama, and constantly being buried under university work. There had been so many days lately where you truly felt there was nothing else you had to give, yet the world kept asking for more.

Your mental health wasn’t the best because of it and physically you were struggling too. A constant sense of fatigue made everything worse, along with some incessant migraines. You figured it would all stop if you just got a good night's sleep, but thinking about everything you had to do the next morning kept you up.

Letting out a yawn, you stood up to go grab a snack from the kitchen. You didn’t have dinner last night nor breakfast this morning but somehow hadn’t realized it until now. However as you stood up, your vision blurred and every part of your body seemed to give up on you as the world spun.

“Buck!” You called out in alarm, quickly sitting down on the edge of the bed, your hand flying up to your chest to feel your racing heartbeat.

Your boyfriend rushed through the door a few seconds later, his blue eyes wide with alarm at the tone of your voice. He had been in the living room watching tv to give you space while you finished your essay, as you had asked.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, rushing to your side and noticing how your shoulders sagged, your breathing was fast, and how dizzy you seemed.

“I… I don’t know, got so dizzy when I stood up,” you answered slowly, sounding disoriented.

Buck’s eyebrows furrowed. These were symptoms he had seen many times before and that had his instincts kicking into action.

“Has it been a while since you’ve eaten or had some water?”

You nodded, albeit reluctantly.

He let out a deep sigh. He had suspected you hadn’t been sleeping much, but he wasn’t sure as he had been working doubles lately. Every time he came home, no matter what the hour, you seemed to be up studying. The kitchen also wasn’t as stocked with groceries as usual either, but he just assumed you were ordering out.

This only confirmed his worries that you were overworking yourself. He needed to make sure you ate and rested.

“Alright baby, I want you to lay back and try to calm your breathing. I’m going to go get you something to eat and some water,” Buck said, as he helped you down, making sure there were pillows tucked behind you.

You did as he instructed, knowing that right now you just needed his help.

Buck spent the next hour making sure you ate and drank plenty of water. He kept an eye on your pulse and once you had calmed down, he wrapped you up tightly in his arms.

You were so thankful for him and didn’t know what you would do without him.

“How are you feeling now?” Buck asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Better, but I just don’t know what happened. I didn’t expect to get so dizzy, but I guess I just haven’t been taking care of myself lately,” you admitted with a sigh.

“That’s serious, ___. I know you’ve been stressed, but burning yourself out will only lead to this or worse. I was really scared for a second there. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you..”

You frowned at that, gazing up into Buck’s eyes and seeing the genuine fear and hurt. You know how he loved you and cared for you.

The last thing you wanted was to cause him to worry about you like this. Hell, you were worried about yourself. You knew things were bad, but you hadn’t realized how much you were neglecting yourself. It scared you too and from here on out you would do better. No more underestimating how important selfcare was.

Leaning up you pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and squeezing his hand, “I’m sorry. I’ll slow down, okay? I promise.”

“Dang right, you will. I already texted Bobby that I need tomorrow off, we’re taking you to the doctor for a check up just to be safe,” Buck informed you, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I think I’ll be okay baby, but if it gives you peace of mind.”

“It definitely will, I just love you so much you know? I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“I understand,” you said, genuinely touched at his care and concern.

“Good, now it’s time to get some rest,” Buck murmured, pulling the blanket over both of you and pulling you close to his chest.

You nodded as you yawned and snuggled with Buck, ready to fall into a long peaceful slumber with him right by your side. From here on out, you would make sure to never let things get so bad again.

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"You have to be more careful, Heiji!" Kazuha admonished her best friend. Every time he turned up at her door in order to be treated by her, she was frightened. It was lucky that she had been able to persuade him to come to her in the first place. To put it nicely, Heiji's talent simply didn't lie in applying bandages or other similar procedures. And the fact that he had to practise this on himself didn't make it any better. Without her help, his parents would probably have found out about his many injuries long ago and put a stop to his detective work. Kazuha was beginning to wonder whether that wouldn't have been better. She was very worried about him and lately the scratches and bruises which she had to cover up with make-up were piling up.

Heiji loved his work, but his health should clearly come first. She just hadn't said anything more forceful yet because the injuries were limited to a few scrapes and bruises. But today was different and she shuddered at the sight of his bloody arm.

"Fell into a pile of broken glass when I was wrestling with a perpetrator," he had mumbled as an explanation and looked away from her. A clear sign that this was not true, or at least not the whole story.

Kazuha immediately stopped rummaging through the first aid kit - which she had bought especially for Heiji; her parents would have noticed the many missing items sooner or later - and fixed him with her gaze. "I don't care how you got these wounds - not really - but the point is that this has to stop, Heiji!" Her eyes searched his, but they didn't find them. "Your body is just a collection of scars. Don't you realise that it's destroying you?" It still amazed her to this day how he had managed to keep the whole thing a secret from her for so long. He had never let on that he was in pain, but he had to be. The patches of unhealthy colour on his skin spoke volumes. It had been only by chance that she had discovered them when she held Heiji by the arm and he then winced slightly. She had then pushed up his sleeve and confronted him. Yet again, he denied his situation.

"I'm fine," he said, finally looking up, but his eyes were strangely dull.

"You might be, but your body isn't!"

"It's been through worse."

"'Perhaps, but how many times more' Heiji?" Her voice softened towards the end. "Everyone has their limits and you'll soon reach yours. Although they're usually only minor injuries, there are a lot of them ... Take better care of yourself, will you? ..." She looked down at her hands, which were slowly resuming their work. Heiji remained silent and she did not press him to answer. He had to think about it and conclude for himself that it wasn't good for him. She couldn't order him to do it, she had no right to, nor would it do any good. "It will sting a bit ..." she finally said and pressed cotton wool soaked in alcohol onto one of the fresh cuts on his arm. He endured it without any emotion.

At school, Heiji behaved as usual, joked around and never, ever stopped smiling. At first, even the injuries he sustained lessened and Kazuha thought that everything would go well in the end. He certainly tried harder to avoid slipping into the most dangerous cases unprepared and to proceed more conscientiously. At least that's what she thought. Until she received a phone call one Sunday.

" Um ... Kazuha ... I need your help ..." his voice rang through the receiver and it didn't sound at all as if everything was all right. He was breathing heavily and every now and then he was shaken by a half-stifled cough.

"Heiji! What the hell happened?" Kazuha pressed the phone tighter to her ear as if it would get her a quicker answer.

"Later... please just come quickly."

"You're home?" she asked, her heart pounding. She was already at the front door and had her key in her hand.

"Yes ..." Even that short word ended in a croak. What had happened to him? He hadn't hurt himself - he wouldn't do that, would he?

"Heiji‼ I'll be right with you," she announced her arrival at the Hattoris' house. His parents didn't seem to be there, otherwise he would certainly have called them first. When Kazuha received no reply, she quickened her pace again and skipped several steps on the way up. What she saw when she pushed open the door to his room took her breath away.

Heiji was leaning against the wall at the back and covered in bruises. The skin on his arms had been scraped off in places, as if he had fought someone. And he was holding his leg.

"I think it's sprained," he said as she approached him and rubbed his ankle with his right hand.

Kazuha looked at him in disbelief. "Who was that Heiji?"

"I tripped ... I should probably clean up after all." He put on a smile as if he had just fallen down and would get up again in a moment. As if he wasn't lying in front of her, pressed against the wall in pain. She couldn't understand why he was doing this. At the moment, nothing else entered her brain except that he was injured and needed help. There was no room for further thought.

"We should call an ambulance," she heard herself say quietly.

Heiji laughed lightly in the background, but it seemed false. "That's rubbish. I just need to rest a bit and then I'll be fine."

Kazuha slowly lifted her gaze from his leg to his head and paused at his eyes. "That's not funny, Heiji. Maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm worried about you! I bet your parents would be too if they saw you like that!" Heiji had opened his mouth slightly to say something back, but after her last words, it instantly closed and his gaze slid to the side. Somehow he suddenly seemed ... colder.

Kazuha had a terrible hunch.

"Please just bring me the first-aid kit," he said in a tone that made it clear he didn't want to talk about it any further. She briefly considered whether she should persuade him to do so, but then she lowered her hands and nodded silently. First, they should deal with his wounds. Everything else would come later.

If she knew how she could help him better, she would. But even she could only apply the most necessary first aid measures and a doctor could certainly have done more. But Heiji refused to call one.

"The bruises will probably heal, but if your foot is really sprained, then it needs to be splinted! If you don't want to go to hospital, then you should at least see a doctor." The whole time she was trying to talk some sense into him, but he remained incredibly stubborn. "Please."

Heiji twisted his mouth to the side and then rubbed his left arm. "Maybe I was exaggerating. I just need to put my leg up a little and then it'll be fine tomorrow."

"Don't talk bollocks, Heiji. You can hardly move without making a face!" Kazuha gave him an angry glare. Didn't he understand that he wasn't doing himself any favours?

"What am I supposed to do?" Heiji returned her look. "They're hardly going to believe that I tripped."

"And I don't believe you either!" Her hands clenched into fists as she continued to speak. "Nobody looks like that just because they tripped. So tell me, ... was it your father? " It sounded like the only logical explanation to her; after all, nobody had broken into the house. And you couldn't inflict injuries like that on yourself. A part of her did not want to believe this, but the more she thought about it, the more clear it became. Heizo had already beaten his son once when they had all been there ... only to end up using him as bait for this gang of criminals. So was this idea really so far-fetched? Had all the previous scratches and marks also been caused by him and not by Heiji's 'excursions', as he had claimed?

She lowered her gaze as she waited for him to give her an answer. It took a little while, but then she heard the word that made regret and anger rise in her with equal measure.

"Yes."

How could he do this to him? "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked in a half-strangled voice.

"Because it's not important."

"'Not important'?" Kazuha stared at him, stunned. "How can it be unimportant?!!!"

Heiji looked to the side and then tried to pull himself up on his bed. "Oh never mind, forget it..." His attempt failed when he tried to put weight on his injured foot. Kazuha held him just in time before he fell to the floor again.

"I definitely won't," she made clear. "You can't let this happen to you!"

"And what would be the alternative?" Heiji had caught himself halfway stable on one leg and was now leaning against the radiator behind him. "You know how successful my father is. And no matter what else you can say about him... he catches the culprits." After these words, he looked at Kazuha expectantly, as if she needed to understand what this had to do with anything. But she didn't, so he took a deep breath and continued. "Without him, many murderers would still be at loose. And if I only have to endure a few bruises to keep it that way ... it doesn't matter."

Kazuha had taken another step back from Heiji after supporting him. Now she looked at him, the many bruises and marks, the scratch on his cheek and finally his ankle, which was slowly starting to thicken. That's why he put up with all this?

"Heiji ... this is madness. There are other policemen who do their job well and besides, it doesn't have to mean-"

"That he's going to prison?" Heiji's voice sounded sarcastic. "Maybe not, but he'll definitely lose his position. If not his entire job. And I can't afford that ..."

"That's nonsense and you know it." Kazuha looked at him with pity. Surely what he had said migth be a reason to him - that is just the way he is - and it was also his father. Nevertheless .... She couldn’t believe Heiji would ever put up with such an injustice.

"How is'- what-" Kazuha simply didn't know how to ask him such a question and so she restarted several times before she got it out. "Why is he doing this anyway?" It wasn't a particularly clever question - why would anyone do something like that? - but there had to be a reason for it.

She could see from Heiji's face that he didn't want to talk about it any further and that it was difficult for him, but this time she wasn't going to give in. Not after she knew what was behind it. It had been bad enough when she had thought that the injuries were the only thing he was keeping secret from all of them. But now it looked like much more ... That had to destroy one's insides. His laughter, his good mood, had it all just been an act?

"We just have our differences sometimes..." Heiji said after what felt like an eternity. " And if that involves cases ..."

"That has to stop, Heiji." She placed her hand gently on his. It was supposed to be reassuring, because right now he just looked like he could use it. "Look at you for once. He can't do that to you."

"There's no other way," Heiji said dryly and removed his hand from hers. " I just mustn't provoke him like that and then-"

"Stop it! Just stop it, Heiji." Slowly, Kazuha realised what all this really meant. The shock had held back her emotions, but now tears were slowly forming in the corners of her eyes. Seeing him like this... The wounds she had constantly bandaged on him. His pain-wracked face when he once again stood at her door covered in bruises. It was all his father's fault and Heiji was still defending him. She didn't know how she would react if her father hit her - she couldn't imagine that either - but it was clear: "Nothing you say could ever justify this. Not even criminals who would otherwise be at large!"

Funfact: Blue stains is the literal translation of the german word for bruise.

#vision and dreams still takes some time so here is an old snippet #hurt heiji #heiji hattori #dcmk #snippet #detco #detective conan #it doesn't really have an end #whump kind of?

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jetsteelyourheart · 24 days

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Bloodlines Book 2 The Golden Lily by Richelle Mead

Illustration from Chapter 12

Wolfe's main move today was on how to break out of someone's hold if we were grabbed from behind. He had a couple of techniques which weren't much more complex than head-butting or stomping on feet. Adrian and I took turns being the attacker while the victim practiced the maneuvers -- in slow motion with almost no contact on our partners. That was what the dummies were for. I was about five inches shorter than Adrian and seemed pretty implausible as an attacker, which made us both laugh each time I made a move. Wolfe chastised us for not being serious enough but gave us high marks for learning the techniques.

This made me feel a little arrogant, enough so that when Adrian turned his back to get a water bottle, I sneaked up from behind and flung my arms around him, pinning his arms in turn. Wolfe had shown us how to break that type of hold, and I honestly thought Adrian had seen me coming enough to slip away before I even touched him. Apparently not.

He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scene of the over-priced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I'd always told him the cologne couldn't be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing

I was so awash in sensory overload that I was caught completely unaware when he did push me away.

"What are you doing?" he exclaimed. I'd thought he'd be impressed at my sneak attack, but there was neither approval nor humor on his face. My own smile faded.

"Testing if you could handle a surprise attack." My tone was hesitant. I didn't know what I'd done wrong. He looked uncomfortable. Almost upset. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," he said gruffly. For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless. Then he glanced away, as though he couldn't handle looking at me. I felt more confused than ever. "Never though I'd see the day when you'd throw your arms around a vam- someone like me."

I barely noticed his public slip-up. His words drew me up short. He was right. I'd touched him without even thinking about it -- not just a formal Moroi handshake, like usual. Sure, it was in the context of our class, but I knew that I never could have done this a few months ago. Touching him now had seemed perfectly natural. Was that why he was upset? Was he worried about the Alchemists and me?

Wolfe strolled by. "Nice work, girl." He gave Adrian a teeth-rattling slap on the back. "You were totally unprepared for her."

This seemed to distress Adrian even more, and I could've sworn I heard him mutter, "That's for damned sure."

#the golden lily #bloodlines #adrian ivashkov #sydney sage #sydrian #bookclub #vampire academy #posts by me #malachai wolfe #chihuahuas #my art #fan art #richelle mead #Illustrating Bloodlines the Series

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 3 months

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The Gym Membership - Part 25 (Crosshair)

Summary: Crosshair reflects.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I apologize for the delay, I was super exhausted yesterday and nothing I read made sense. But I do hope I didn't make you wait too long

Love oo

Italics - Flashback

Warnings: Grief, annoyed, frustrated, anxiety, crying, beginnings of a panic attack, grave, mentions of headstones, anger, violation of privacy, feelings of guilt. If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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One year later …

Today just wasn’t Crosshair’s day. If his eyebrows furrowed any further, there was a very real chance they would end up being stuck in that position, permanently.

The level on his annoyed metre was reaching dangerously high levels, and he was ready to lose it.

He wanted …. No. He needed some peace and quiet, to get away from everyone. He took the day off, with that thought in mind, not to mention today marked a year since Avery passed away.

It was odd, it felt surreal knowing she was gone. More than that, it felt weird knowing his life moved along, even without her. But then, it always did for the living.

As he drove towards his coffee shop, he could help remember how the reality of her passing hit him hard the week after they buried her.

It had been a busy Tuesday, his mind was preoccupied with work he didn’t even realize he’d unconsciously driven to his usual flower shop. It didn’t even phase him being there, since it was his regular day to visit Avery. He was distracted walking around the shop picking up her favourite flowers, he made his way to the counter ready to buy the bouquet when it hit him like a ton of bricks. He felt at first he couldn’t breathe, as his eyes focused on the petals and remembered she was no longer at the hospital.

In fact, he had no reason to go back to that hospital ever again.

Tears welled up, as he realized he’d be taking the bouquet to a different location. He stood at the counter with the flowers for what felt like ages. When he finally walked out of the flower shop, and got in his car, it somehow drove itself towards the cemetery.

Even his feet moved on their own accord when he reached the cemetery. Everything felt surreal, like it was happening to someone else and not him. He stood at her grave for several minutes, before his strength evaporated, he fell to his knees, as his shaky hand placed the bouquet on her grave. Tears streamed down his cheek, knowing this was the only way he’d be seeing her. Time held no meaning as he stayed there for hours, missing her to an extent he never realized he could.

An ache settled in his heart, thinking back to that moment. Back to the week he lost Avery and buried her. He had gotten better, there were still moments when everything felt he was about to lose his mind. But those moments were becoming far and few in between.

The guilt he felt was overwhelming. Guilt for being less than a perfect husband, and guilt for not making an effort with Layla, after the funeral they only spoke to each other if it was necessary. There was also an immense amount of guilt from not telling his family sooner about Avery, the fact they’d never get to know what an amazing woman she was.

Even the way they found out about her was shameful. He parked his car, as he looked at the coffee shop, across the street. It was busier than usual, he didn’t rush to get out of the car, as his mind drifted back.

Two weeks after the funeral …

Cross sat on the couch, his brows furrowed as he focused on the various headstones that were being offered.

Layla emailed her preferences, along with the various templates of how the headstone would look, and although some were quite beautiful none of them seemed right to him. They didn’t exactly scream ‘Avery’, nor did they capture who she was; he let out a sigh, leaning against the couch, as he placed the tablet beside him.

Should it be this difficult? It was a headstone, not a sculpture.

He needed to clear his head, he stood, stretching his limbs. He’d been hunched over looking at the headstones for almost two hours. He left his tablet alone, as he headed towards the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.

Despite the argument, Tech had yet to move out of Crosshair’s apartment. He was getting better about not spending all his time there, but it was slow progress. Tech slowly meandered his way from his room over to the couch. Things weren’t exactly the greatest between the two of them, since he blew up at Cross.

He fully expected Cross to rip into him when he came back to the apartment, but instead the next morning after their argument, Cross just told him to stay as long as he wanted, he told him: he didn’t care when he was ready to move out, as long as when he did, he was sure he was ready. It had been a complete shock to Tech, he wasn’t sure what happened to Cross, but something caused him to change his mind.

He spent a week trying to determine exactly what happened to Crosshair, but he refused to discuss it. In the end, he let Cross be, knowing eventually he’d tell him when he was ready.

Tech sat down on the couch, picking up the tablet when it slid closer to him, he was about to place it on the coffee table when his eyes caught sight of the headstones. His eyes focused on each stone and the templated name, Avery Taylor-Fett. His hand gripped the tablet, as one question pounded in his mind, ‘Who the hell was Avery Taylor-Fett?’

Crosshair hadn’t heard Tech come out of his room, nor had he heard him walk and take a seat on the couch. His eyes were focused on stirring his coffee as he walked back to the living room, when he froze in his tracks as his eyes locked on to Tech’s hand holding his tablet and his eyes clearly reading what was on the page.

“What the kriff do you think you’re doing?” His voice was bridled with anger at seeing his brother violate his privacy.

Tech slowly lifted his head, and locked eyes with his brother, “I think the bigger question is who’s Avery Taylor-Fett? And why are you looking at headstones?”

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ieggthots · 1 year

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Hiya I don't know if you are taking requests as of late, but if I could-

May I get a M!Reader who is a really good artist but doesn't talk about nor show it at all? How would Bendy act when he sees this?

-Your most randomness anon yet

(Thank you for requesting! I've been doing my best to get better at writing male readers so this is perfect practice! It's hard writing male reader when your the opposite gender. Sorry this took so long to do, I'm writing other requests and trying to stay on top of schoolwork. Anyways, hope you enjoy anon!)

Why didn't you tell me?

Pairing: Bendy, M!reader (platonic)

Rating: fluff (13+ just for very minor)

F/N moved some boards and crates away from this hole, the hole of his hidden art stash.

You see, F/N doesn't really like people knowing about his art as he's been told it's not manly or that he should do what every other guys does: sports. Sports never interested F/N, he always had a passion for drawing. Eventually, after enough of his parents' beration, he stormed out of the house with most of his belongings.

That night it was downpouring and F/N needed a place to crash until the storm passed, to his luck the closest place was the old Joey Drew Studios which was abandoned. Upon further exploring the studio he came across the Ink Demon himself, although the demon's intentions were not malicious, instead he helped F/N on his feet and arranged a permanent room for him to stay in the studio.

Right now in the present, F/N was pulling out his sketchbook from the stash and sketching out the Devil Darlin who helped him.

Meanwhile F/N was drawing in his room, Bendy was walking back to check up on him after dealing with the Butcher Gang. The little shits are always causing a ruckus, whether that be breaking doors or getting into fights with the searchers or Alice. Upon approaching F/N's door, it sounded too quiet, but Bendy knew he was in there. Usually Bendy would hear the TV running a horror movie, most times it was Halloween or Saw.

Bendy quietly opened the door to the room and his eyes widened under the ink. He saw F/N drawing... him? He didn't even know he could draw.

F/N was disturbed from his drawing when he heard a voice speak behind him

"You.....draw?"

Looking behind him, F/N saw a surprised and confused Ink Demon who seemed to be staring at the drawing, judging by his head being slightly tilted down.

"Why didn't you tell me? It's amazing..."

He wasn't sure what to say, usually the comments made on his work was slanders, so you could imagine he was shocked to hear that. He eventually replied.

"Because, all I've ever gotten on my work was slandering, and I was worried you would do the same as everyone else..."

Closing his eyes and slouching, F/N was prepared for a "just kidding it looks like shit", but instead he felt two skinny arms embrace him in a tight hug.

"I would never hurt your feelings as others have, you have a talent that not many can possess. Don't hide it."

F/N took those words to heart, and from that day on he made sure to suffocate his old habit of hiding away in a shell

#bendy and the ink machine #bendy x reader #bendy and the dark revival #bendy #ink demon #platonic #ink bendy x reader

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azuisreading · 3 months

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Born of Scourge by S. Jean

Legends say when the skies grow dark and scourge starves the land, a star will fall in order to save humanity. Only when the star is sacrificed at the end of their journey will light return. It's a cycle—one humanity refuses to break because stars are plentiful and their sacrifices easier than learning the true nature of the scourge. When Sol finally falls, it's not because of humanity. It's because he's had enough of watching his brethren be sacrificed. He has one goal: end humanity and end the cycle. Unfortunately, he has to pretend he cares before humans get wise. It doesn't matter how soft the princess who catches him is—Celena will be dead by the time his journey ends. Nor how kind his assigned companions are—the outgoing Mira with her ballads, the brave Nebora with her axe, and the hero Loren with his soft voice and friendly smile. For centuries, humanity has lied and their kindness is a ruse to bring about Sol's own destruction at the end of his tale. He will not be fooled. No one cares about the cries of the stars they've destroyed over and over again and Sol will make sure this time, humanity is the one sacrificed. At least, that's the plan until his traitorous heart begins to care for the humans he sought to eradicate.

Review

Following S. Jean from their web novel series «The Magician and The Bard» brought me this greatness. I was able to apply to join their ARC team to read this gem, even though I was a bit unconvinced about their writing, but this ended up being an amazing decision. I’m in love with Born of Scourge and their storytelling skills, and I’m already in for whatever she wants to tell in the future (and for what I’ve already missed in the past).

So, what are you gonna encounter here? A lot of angst. And a pretty dark theme. This isn’t a light reading, everyone knows the world is ending, but all of us rather play dumb. That doesn’t stop the passing of time and we’re unfortunately aware. Which I believe makes things worse. There wasn’t a moment in which I believed the story would end in a happy or positive ending, and I’m pretty good at leaning toward this stuff.

Why read it, then? Because it’s amazing. You can feel the bond between the characters and how, even when everything has an end and sooner or later it will come, things have meaning. What you do it’s important. How you decide to act will always be the key. You can help someone to have a better or a worse journey just with a few, usually not significant to you, words. Just by staying for a moment. Just being you.

You can go through the world wanting to end it and still spread hope. The world could not deserve you, but what you do will always be more than enough.

I think that if a book can make me this philosophical and positive about our existence and the way our world is working right now, then it deserves a shot. I never expected to find a book with such dark tones on my comfort shelf. I never expected to have fun delving into such themes. The prose is magnificent, incredibly beautiful. I took out a few phrases just because it was going to be a big spoiler (and highly illegal, hahah) to take the whole book.

I’ll keep its love story, because I believe that’s what is about. Even this dark, is a beacon of light and hope. You know how it goes: you only can appreciate the beauty of life when you have seen its ugly side.

Phrases that I liked so much that I marked them while reading

«She held the star as close to her heart as possible because he would bring back the light. She was sure of it.» — Prologue.

«All of it was rote, normal, and helped her ignore the fact the world was ending around them. Sol didn’t mind helping her forget. He liked the way she smiled.» — Chapter I.

«And besides, she harbored the belief the world wouldn’t end because Sol was there. He hadn’t the heart to tell her otherwise or about the promise he’d made as he’d fallen through the skies. Let her believe he’d save the world if it made her smile so.» — Chapter I.

«Early on, Celena had told Sol the names of every single plant they grew here, but only these two stood out because Celena absolutely loved them.» — Chapter I.

«It was calm simply existing together like this, arms entwined, and Sol wouldn’t have minded staying like this the entire day.» — Chapter I.

«For some reason, when she spoke his name, it made him want to smile.» — Chapter I.

«The smiles she graced him with were bright and dazzling and made him forget what he was.» — Chapter I.

«When he opened his eyes again, Celena had returned. Still radiated a softness in the world Sol couldn’t help but want to hold.» — Chapter I.

«Celena was so resplendent when she smiled. Sol wanted to memorize it and sought to trace it with his fingers, so he’d never forget. Even when darkness claimed everything that was and ever would be, he’d hold onto this smile. This afternoon as they swept each other through the gardens, their soft laughter mixing together amongst the whispers in the wind.» — Chapter I.

«“Part of me actually hoped they wouldn’t come. So then I’d have more time with you.”» — Chapter II.

«“Are you ready?” “As long as I am with you,” Sol said.» — Chapter II.

«Sol drifted off, simply listening to her breathe and the way her blood hummed against him, and part of him hoped morning never came because deep down buried in his heart, he didn’t want to leave her.» — Chapter III.

«Gareth looked between Nebora and Loren, silent with his eyebrows high in amusement. For once, he wasn’t the one being yelled at.» — Chapter IX.

«As much as he wanted it to be true, these were not those he’d once been nestled beside in the cosmos. They were echoes of who they’d been, hardened into scourge and then left behind when the light returned. They would never again be who they once were.» — Chapter X.

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