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wintfleur · 1 month

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Hi can u write prompt 18 and 14 🪷 and [comfort] 🌷 with lando? With lando being the one who comforts?? Thank u sm I love u and ur works 💗💗💗💗

౨ৎ sleep darling

﹕─┈ pairings ( Lando norris x female! reader )

°. — summary ( a morning with lando after a restless night )

°. — details ( g; fluff, a pinch of angst? w; none that I know of. wc; 1.5k )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ hugging them tight without saying any words when they're having a hard time + they roll on top of you, cradling your head between their hands as they kiss your nose + a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( Tysm for the request lovely & the kind words ! I love you too !!! I had so much fun writing this, it was an amazing request !!! I hope you like it, I tried fitting in the prompts together the best I could !!! Please don’t be a silent reader lovely’s, your thoughts are what keep me motivated to write !!! )

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Restless sighs and tired groans leave your lips as you roll over onto your side, now facing your large window that gives you a perfect view of the sunrise. Your eyes dropped down to the sleepy body next to you, he was laying on his stomach with both of his arms under the soft white pillow, the duvet being pulled up to his shoulders, protecting him from the breeze coming through the cracked open window. He looked so peaceful as he slept, that made you happy.

You missed him, lately he's been busy with getting ready for the start of the new f1 season and even though some days he came home early, you were too busy studying to really spend any time with him. For the past week, the two of you really only spent time together in bed, and most of the time lando was sleeping while you laid wide awake. You barely slept and when you did you woke up in cold sweats from the nightmares that plagued your mind.

The lack of sleep and the intense studying didn't help your mood, but your sweet boyfriend didn't let your mood get to him, he understands. You felt guilty, he was the absolute sweetest and so understanding, sending you sweet texts throughout the day, getting you flowers and ordering you your favorite food; knowing that you most likely forgot to eat. And yet you couldn't even spare the time to spend more time with him.

You watched as he scrunched his nose in annoyance and nuzzled his face deeper into the pillow as the sun shines on his face. You begin to feel restless as you continue to lay down, your mind not shutting off even though you've stayed up for the whole night. By the time you decided to stop studying, it was way past midnight and Lando was already asleep even though he tried to stay up for you.

You felt that guilt creep up and you let out a heavy sigh, you couldn't lay down anymore wasting time. You quietly sit up and move the blankets off your legs and move to get out of bed, but you pause when you hear a tired groan accompanied by your boyfriend's groggy voice “Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom, I'll be right back, go back to sleep baby” you spoke softly so you wouldn't pull him too much out of his sleep as you looked back at him. One of his hands was out from under the pillow as if he was reaching out from you to stop you from leaving, and that's what he intended to do, he was just far to sleep to open his eyes. Lando hummed sleepily “Mmkay hurry back . . . wanna cuddle.”

You leaned down and placed a soft but quick kiss on his forehead, a sleepy smile forming on his lips at the touch of your lips. You quickly leave the bed, knowing that if you stared at him any longer you wouldn't want to leave the bed. You quietly close the bathroom door behind you before turning on the light. You take your time brushing and flossing your teeth and brushing your hair out of your face, you try not to look at yourself for too long in the mirror. You could see that you were exhausted, the past week not only taking a toll on your mental state, but also your physical.

You can imagine Lando becoming impatient with how long you were taking in the bathroom if he hasn't fallen asleep yet, so you quickly finish up in the bathroom and shut off the light as you leave. You looked at your bed and for a second you believed Lando had fallen back asleep from how still he was, but you're proven wrong when he grabs the duvet and pulls it back for you, wanting you to lay next to him. Cute.

You fight the urge of wanting to escape to the living room to study and climb into bed, sliding under the blanket and right next to your sleepy boyfriend. You lay on your side, your hands under your face as you look at a barely awake lando. Lando pulls the blanket up to your shoulders and blinks the sleep out of his eyes, his eyes taking in every inch of your beauty. He could see your exhaustion in your eyes and face, but he thinks you're the prettiest girl ever.

Lando frowns and tucked the blanket under your neck, his thumb softly caressing your chin “You haven't slept.”

You didn't bother trying to lie, one you were too exhausted trying to come up with a good excuse and you also know it was no use too anyway. Lando knew you better than anyone else, sometimes even better than you. You sigh and break your eye contact before whispering “I tried.”

“You should have woken me up, I don't like that you were up alone” Lando continues to frown as he looks at you, feeling guilty because he wasn't up to help you. The thought of you lying awake all night made his heart hurt, he wished you woke him up and he wished he wasn't so tired last night and stayed up. He didn't care if the two of you laid in silence all night in each other's arms, because you would have done it together.

“I wasn't alone, i had you right next to me” you whispered sweetly as you pulled your hand out from under your face and pushed back his messy hair out of his eyes. A grin spreads across Lando's face at your romantic words and a cute giggle leaves his lips as he quickly moves forward, your body moving to lay on your back as he rolls on top of you. He settled comfortably between your legs, cradling your head with a gentle touch, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your nose.

You giggle at the sudden change of position and scrunch your nose at the feeling of his soft lips on your nose, pecking it several times; he knew it made you ticklish. Your hands move up to hold his wrists as you look up into his beautiful eyes, your legs wrapping around his waist under the blanket. He holds your face softly, making sure you keep your eyes on him as he tries his best to make his voice sound stern “I’ll always be with you angel, but you need to rest. you've barely gotten any sleep all week.”

“I ⸺ “

“I'll help you study later; I promise. Just take a little nap with me . . . please” he quickly cut you off, his tone trailing off to a slight beg. He already knew what you were going to say, telling him how you desperately needed to study and that you couldn't waste any time. But he had full confidence in you, he knew you would do just fine in your exams, you were just psyching yourself out to an extreme.

Lando didn't break eye contact with you as he pulled out his secret weapon that always works on you, a small pout with his puppy dog eyes. You sigh as you look down at his lips, knowing what he was pulling on you and there was no way you could say no to those eyes, and you knew he wasn't going to stop until you agree “Hmm fine.”

Lando grins and kisses your nose one more time as he brings one of your hands down to pat your thigh, you unwrap your legs around his waist and sit up on your elbows as lando drops to your side, your body wanting to reach out for his warmth that you were already missing and craving. Lando lays on his back and opens his arms for you.

You scoot closer to lando and he pulls you into his arms and into a tight but comfortable hug, your head rests in the crook of his neck while you drape your leg over his midsection. Lando slips one of his hands under your shirt and starts rubbing your back, your eyes fluttering close at the soothing and comforting touch. Lando fights back a yawn and places a kiss on the top of your head before whispering, “I’ll be right here the whole time, i got you okay.”

You know what he meant, he wanted to let you know that you were safe in his arms, that you had nothing to fear, that he would protect you from your nightmares. Tears well in your eyes, because of the exhaustion or from the strong feeling of love you felt for him . . . you had a feeling it was the latter. You lean your head back, the movement catching lando’s attention and the two of you lock eyes as you spoke softly “I love you.”

Lando used his free hand that wasn't rubbing your back and gently grabbed your chin, tilting your head up more so he could lean down and take your lips into his for a slow but passionate kiss filled with love and reassurance. The kiss didn't last long but it took both of your breaths away. He slowly pulled away from your intoxicating lips and watched as you laid your head back on his chest, your body melting into his with tiredness. The sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. He whispered breathlessly as his hold on you tightens, his own eyes closing.

“I love you more, now sleep darling.”

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( GAWD I HAVE SUCH A WEAKNESS FOR SWEET BF LANDO 😭 AND CONGRATS ON P3 LAN !!! )

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 7 months

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DAY EIGHT: Face Sitting w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: Yet another fanfic that hasn't been prewriten! Anywho, I don't really have anything to say today besides I love you guys and thank you for all the love that you all are sending me! I really do appreciate it!

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Daryl couldn't really tell you when just being close to you wasn't enough. When he felt a deep, rabid need to be near you, on you, inside you, to just simply be suffocated by you, you, you.

It wasn't like your intimate life was stale, if anything, it was anything but, but being fucked by you just wasn't enough.

"Gotta taste ya." He panted against your lips, hands frantically shooting to the band of your pants. "Okay," You panted. "Okay, okay, okay." You repeated to yourself breathlessly, hurriedly flopping on your back and shimmying your tattered jeans and panties down your wide, plush hips.

You laid there, legs spread, needy and waiting.

"What are you doing?" You asked incredulously. "I-" His words caught in his throat. "Not like tha'..." He trailed off, eyes slipping down to your soaking center, your labia shining with your arousal.

"Like what then?"

"Want ya to sit on my face." He confessed nervously.

Your eyebrows shot up, your eyes widening in the process as you took in your anxious boyfriend. Sure, the idea of crushing him made you skeptical, but it wasn't common for Daryl to outright state what he wants.

"Sure." You agreed with a reassuring smile.

Daryl looked at you like the sun shined out of your ass, the mixed emotion of relief and excitement present on his face as you maneuvered onto his body. He scooted down, his back now against the mattress as you placed yourself on his chest. "Tell me if I smother you, okay?" You asked.

He nodded, "I will." He won't.

Descending further up, your juices smeared onto his lips, as if coaxing him to eat the devil's fruit.

He couldn't wait any longer, and in his haste his arms wrapped around your full, succulent thighs and pulled you down, fully seating you on his face. You yelped in surprise, but it quickly melted into a moan as your hand shot down to grip his long, brunette strands.

"Daryl…" You whimpered. You could feel your legs quivering around his head with every stroke of his tongue up your sensitive slit, the muscle caressing your clit gently.

Unwrapping his arms from around your thighs, his large, callused hands gripped your hips, dragging your cunt up and down his tongue.

"Fuck!" You cried, your hesitancy quickly melting away as you began grinding on your own accord. You let your hands settle over his to help give yourself a better grip to chase your orgasm, rocking back and forth.

"There!" You breathed, your head falling back. "Right there, D. Don't stop!" He groaned in response, the vibrations of his timbre voice shooting up your spine and forcing a shiver from your nerves.

His nose bumped your clit, his wet muscle buried deep inside of your needy, clenching cunt, massaging your velvety walls with an eager fervor of a man starved.

"I'm- I'm!" Before you could finish, you were cumming, legs shaking and quivering around his head. Your hips bucked and moved wildly, working yourself through your end as the tenseness in your stomach loosened.

Your chest heaved, lungs begging for air as you lifted yourself off of Daryl.

"Shit, D. Are you okay?" You asked breathlessly, looking at his reddened, and slick soaked face.

"I think-" His voice was raspy and broken. "I jus' saw heaven."

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livinghostly · 3 months

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hey there, sunshine — suguru geto x reader

a/n: not in love w this !! but couldn't get the idea out of my brain when i was trying to sleep. was also intended to be for choso but got too ooc sooooo wc: 2.3k yet another date didn't work out for you, and your roommate bears the burden of listening to all your complaints. he also may or may not have a crush on you. fluff/humor

the soft orange of the painted sky poured through your blinds, slipping through the cracks and almost deliberately shining down on your eyes that just barely peeked beneath your comforter. your curtains waved back and forth with the fan, soft whirrs that once lulled you to sleep now drawing you from your slumber with a ragged groan. far gone was the fulfillment of your soothing dreams, your memories running farther and farther away as you tried to recall them and sink yourself back into that peace of mind.

you screwed your eyes shut in defense from the harsh rays of the sun, huffing in the warmth of your pillow before lifting your head and sandwiching yourself against the mattress. your fists squeezed the pillowcase with irritation, pulling as hard as you could manage to encase you in the comfort of your bed.

the birds chirped in unison, chattering as they built a nest on the apartment balcony your roommate refused to relocate (he called himself a humanitarian, but you were sure part of him refrained because he knew it bothered you). the slight creaks of your rotating fan were becoming more noticeable even as you tried to calm yourself back to sleep. you were uncomfortably warm now, the frustration culminating beneath your comforter and suffocating the air.

buzz.

your phone, shaking itself to life with a notification. you sighed.

buzz.

you thrashed the bedsheets away from you, your pillows and plushies cocooning in your blankets landing on the ground with a soft thump. the palm of your hand slammed against the hollow wood of your bedside table in a blind rage, desperately scouring your clutter in an attempt to locate your phone.

finally, you dug your nails into the rubber case and snagged it from the charger with a thwack. you rolled over to your side, squinting at the sunlight as you turned it on. three new messages, and an aspiring text bubble all from one person.

080-7766-5289

hey

good morning

would you want to get coffee with me?

the pondering text bubble finally popped, and your phone vibrated again.

maybe some breakfast too?

your groggy eyes glanced at the time. 8:23am. you barely had a chance to think through the onslaught of messages. the unrelenting number belonged to a guy you’d met at the bar last week, who was sweet enough for you to trade numbers with. last night had been your first date, a simple dinner and a movie.

unfortunately for him, you felt a better connection to the movie that night than to him. he was strangely stiff when you were around, answering any questions with caution that made you feel like an intruder for asking. comments and questions of his own were dry and anything but open-ended, his punctuation hanging in the stale air while you worked overtime to keep the conversation going.

it really didn’t seem worth it.

you shut off your phone and placed it on the table again, taking a deep breath. all at once, the scent of brewed coffee beans and pancakes wafted in from the kitchen. your stomach rumbled in response, mouth slightly watering as you came to terms with just how hungry you were.

you pulled yourself out of bed, dragging your feet along the plush carpet of the apartment. sluggishly, you ran your hands through your hair in an attempt to tame what mess it made of itself. it was cooler in the open loft, the windows propped open, welcoming the dewey air and various chattering of wild critters. those damn birds.

your roommate, suguru, was in the kitchen, his back to you as he worked his magic on the stovetop in front of him. his red apron was tied into neat bows wrapped around his neck and his waist– the words ‘kiss the cook’ plastered in bold font on the front of it with puckered lips, a gag gift from gojo last christmas that he had now worn to the point of the ends being frayed and stained with various ingredients.

he was wearing a black t-shirt that squeezed the tightness of his muscles, tense and working diligently as he flipped a pancake. his black basketball shorts hung loosely around his waist– surely thrown on haphazardly as he woke up –and he donned a pair of mismatched neon-striped socks. truly, a sight reserved for you, and only you.

on the island behind him, two steaming cups of coffee were presented next to empty plates. the pink one was yours, the black one was his. your utensils had a few extra napkins stuffed underneath them.

you make a mess one time and he can’t let it go.

he acknowledged your presence with a soft hum, before turning his head and offering a small smile. it was soft and captivating, just as he was. his charm washed over you as his gaze followed every part of your figure, raising a curious eyebrow at the sight of you missing a sock. nothing he hadn’t seen before, in fact, he’d seen you much worse and much more grumpy.

“good morning,” he said, his voice a low rumble. he met your tired eyes, taking in the delicate hues that warmed his skin. your eyebrows were still pinched together as you recovered from the confusion and discomfort of your untimely awakening. “rough night?”

“rough everything,” you huffed, grabbing your coffee and shuffling next to him. you hoisted yourself up to sit next to the stack of pancakes he’d created and leaned your head against the cabinets.

suguru watched carefully as you took a sip of your coffee, a sense of pride fluttered in his stomach when a content smile graced your lips. his motions came to a slow stop as he stared you down. you paid him no mind as you wrapped both hands around the mug for warmth and basked in the taste again, then kept it close to your chest as you licked the sweetness off your lips.

after many months, he’d refined your coffee blend to your ideal taste. pestering you each time if you liked it enough, or what he could improve on to make sure that his handiwork was no less than perfect in your eyes. he reveled in the way you adored his cooking, putting pieces of himself– his adoration, compassion, and sentiment –into his creations and curating your taste closer to his own.

his grip on the spatula loosened, nearly slipping out of his hand and bringing him back to reality.

suguru cleared his throat and resumed his task, sliding an additional pancake onto the tower, slowly but surely resembling the one of pisa. he kept his head low with a merciless blush refusing to back down. you didn’t notice. “did it not go well?”

“it was… fine, i guess.” you sighed, beginning to zone out as you stared down a picture frame hanging not too far away.

it was you and suguru, one of the first few nights you had finally gotten comfortable being around him and he’d invited you to meet his friends. more so, he begged you to come out of your room and gave you no room for escape when he sandwiched you between himself and the couch’s armrest. shoko took the photo, stealthily enough you didn’t realize it existed until you saw it hanging in the hallway.

suguru’s arm was thrown over the back of the couch, a lazy grin on his face as he looked at you. (gojo told him he looked goofy with that expression. lovestruck didn’t ‘suit’ him.) you couldn’t stop laughing at one of his many sly comments he’d whisper to you, covering your face as you cackled and peeked through them to get a look at him. his stare made your face burn hot and you kept it covered until gojo managed to grab everyone’s attention, like he always did.

it felt so long ago when suguru existed as your shy, withdrawn roommate who would stare at you with, seemingly, a dull interest when you spoke to him. despite his staring, he was always polite and considerate of your needs, your time, your privacy. he invited you to the food he’d make, setting aside extra servings for you. if you had already eaten, they’d go in the fridge with a sticky note on it.

then he was recording your shows, buying your snacks, anything he got for himself he seemed to get one for you as well, in a different color. it all came with ease, drawing you into his routines like he had his own gravitational pull and you were stuck in his orbit.

as he’d gotten to know you, he learned how spiteful you were to any form of change. you hated it when your go-to brands changed their packaging, when your restaurants were out of your preferred foods, or when your route to work was partially under construction. but you adjusted, without contest, to suguru’s rituals like it was nothing at all.

“i don’t know. maybe i’m being mean, but he was so, like, hard to talk to,” you shrugged. “it is so tiring to be the one doing all the talking.”

suguru doesn’t say anything, just nods.

“and then he texted me good morning. in what world are we in the good-morning-text phase?” you pouted, looking at him. “so weird. i barely know him.”

“and he asked me out for coffee. and breakfast. why would i do that?” suguru’s gaze flutters over you as you take a sip from your mug, his eyes lingering on the way you bite your lip in thought afterward. he chooses to stay quiet, inviting you to ramble for as long as you pleased, as long as he would be the one to hear your voice. “i don’t think i have the brainpower for either of those things and carrying an entire conversation on my back. it’s not even 9 in the morning.”

he turned the stovetop off, taking the pan over to the sink to wash. the mixing bowl and other utensils were taken care of earlier and already set aside on the drying rack, always so tidy.

“so, not well,” suguru concluded, his lips turning into a smirk. he teased, “i won’t get to meet him?”

“no, never. but also i got a free dinner and a movie out of it. so, something went right...”

he chuckled. the one thing men are good for, you’d told him before. in that way, he really wasn’t any different from the rest of your roster. he supplied you with food and outings, and wouldn’t dream of you paying for them, paying no mind to the way you’d protest and nearly brawl at the register.

suguru never met any of your dates, you’d disappear into the night– or days on end, not allowing them the gratification of crossing the threshold of your apartment.

he began to separate the pancakes onto your respective plates and set a small bowl of sliced fruit between them for you to share. he cleared his throat. “on to the next, then?”

“maybe… i don’t know. the thought of going out and all the dates is just so exhausting.”

suguru hummed again. a man of few words. he liked the idea of you staying in– staying home, with him. he honestly wasn’t sure how many horrible date stories he could handle, you could do so much better. you deserved better, and he could give it to you.

he twirled his fork as you slipped behind him, gently caressing his back as you passed. a warm trail remained in the absence of your hand, burning into his skin before dissipating into nothing more than a longing to reel back into your embrace again. “are you still interested in that bodega that just opened up? i don’t want to exhaust you.”

“no, that's not…” you paused, slipping into your stool, mouth agape as you found your words. “it’s different, with you, you know. it’s easy.”

“i’m easy?”

it was too early in the morning for his games. you sputtered. “no– stop! that’s not what i’m saying.”

suguru chuckled. “we don’t have to call it a date, you know, if it makes it easier.”

“what?” you blinked, then narrowing your eyes at him. the sun from the loft brightened his toffee-colored eyes that bored into you expectantly, though not bothering to repeat himself. he’d rather watch you squirm while he kept that stupid grin on his face. “do you think you’re making me feel better?”

the gentle glow of his skin was unmatched to anything, or anyone, you’ve seen. his hair was unbrushed, the slight curls framing the sides of his face and tickling underneath his chin. he was always elegant. and pretty. unfortunately, he was just as aware as you were.

he shrugged half-heartedly, taking note of the way your fingers bounced your fork in the air as you stared. “don’t worry if you don’t want to go.”

“i do want to go.”

“so, it’s a date, then.”

suguru took a quick bite of his pancakes, poorly hiding his taunting grin with stuffed cheeks. maybe later he would feel guilty, making you all flustered so soon after waking up, drowsiness anchoring your posture against the stool. but, for now, with you in front of him, he found himself giddy as he toyed with your reactions.

“you’re impossible sometimes, do you know that?” you opted for taking a sip of your coffee, an anxious whisper in the shell of your ear warning you that you were going to embarrass yourself by chewing with your mouth full. as if he hadn't seen it before. it was hard to avoid his stare, to escape the painful position he put you in. was he serious?

you mumbled into your mug, “you hang out with gojo too much. is he gonna tag along, too?”

(gojo, the master of getting anything he wanted, any time, anywhere, no matter what.)

“it hurt's me, that you're thinking about him at a time like this.”

he smiled, more genuine this time. you watched him carefully, catching the nervous twitch of his fingertips he combated with a melodic thrum against the island. you considered how sincere his tone was, his gentle demeanor somehow becoming more soft as his playfulness subsided.

"let me take you out."

you blinked, chewing on your lip thoughtfully. "to... the bodega?"

suguru laughed. "of course. i was thinking of a few different places, though."

"as in more dates?" you poked in his direction with your fork. he nodded. "who says we make it past one?"

"why not? we've already made it to our 'good morning' and 'eating breakfast together' phase."

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songsbygumi · 16 days

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If the sun refuse to shine

| Gojo Satoru x reader

Summary- The first and last time Gojo Satoru called you 'wifey,' and the few moments in between.

Warnings - Angst, canon events, use of the pet name "wifey" so if that makes you cringe pls keep scrolling, first fic ever xd and ofc poor used of the english language, no mention of readers name.

A/N- this is my first fic ever in english so I really tried my best, heavily inspired by intro (end of the world) by Ariana Grande. Thanks to my beta Fatima (biggest Megumi fan), finally this can be read as gender neutral if you don't mind the pet name mention in the warnings, enjoy

It was a hot summer day, the first time Gojo Satoru called you "wifey," though you didn’t even notice, head too deep in your book.

“Lame,” Suguru murmured, loud enough for Gojo to hear, followed by Shoko’s laughter. Yet, Gojo stood tall, brushing off his friends' mockery.

“Wifey!” he repeated, this time louder for you to hear. Your face lifted from the pages to meet his intense blue gaze. “W—What?” you stammered, your words stumbling out as your cheeks flushed.

Gojo's smile widened, his eyes fixed on you, appreciating your embarrassment. “What are you reading?” he inquired, laying his head in your lap, and guiding your hand to his hair, inviting your touch.

“I thought they weren’t dating” Haibara interjected a couple of meters away from the couple, a confused expression on his face. “They aren't” Nanami clarified.

Since that summer, the pet name stuck around like second nature. Every time it escaped Gojo’s lips, you couldn't help but turn to see his grin and his eyes already locked on you.

So, as Nanami had declared years ago, you weren’t dating. Of course not, but there was an undeniable magnetic pull between you two. It was sweet and comfortable, the feeling that makes you blush whenever Gojo glanced at you during important meetings (don’t bother asking him what they were about, as he only remembers the way your hair touched your face), elicited butterflies in your stomach with his smile, the unspoken gratitude when you hug him after a long mission, clinging to him for the entire night, accompanied by the feeling in his chest the next morning when you are making breakfast in one of his t-shirts, and of course, you can't forget to mention the goodbye kisses before having to leave for too long that taste sweeter than the usual ones.

Satoru and you have been in love for too long now. You had orbited each other for years, supporting one another through thick and thin. Whether it was the loss of Haibara or Suguru's descent into madness, even that time where he came home with two clueless children. You were there, you were each other's constants.

You have been through a lot, the scary lonely nights when he was sealed away from you keeping you awake every night, with endless thoughts of what could have been different and wondering if you could ever get to see him again, the ghost of his touch haunting you every day until you saw him again.

“Don’t do that to me again” you demanded, crushing him in a tight hug. “Never again, love.” He kissed your head and hug you back.

The first night he was back in your house, the words “Nanami is dead” slipped from your mouth, and for the first time since your best friend's passing, tears flowed freely, comforted only by Satoru's presence as you mourned.

The days that followed were slow and filled with sweet moments. You cherished every opportunity to hold each other, every kiss on your skin, and every gaze filled with love, silently acknowledging the inevitable, but neither of you dare to mentioned it.

On the 24th of December…

Your mouth was dry, your chest tight, your hands cold and sweaty. "He is the strongest" you repeated in your head, seeking reassurance. “Are you okay?” Satoru asked, holding your hands together. “Yeah, fine” you tried to smile, but it felt wrong, knowing he could see through it.

“Gojo Sensei!” Itadori's energetic voice made you tremble slightly. Satoru released your hand with a final squeeze. “Your cursed technique is in the way,” Itadori continued saying while you started to lost touch with reality, your feet rooted to the spot, eyes welling with tears., “he’s the strongest” you whispered, clenching your fists so tightly it hurt.

“Wait!” your voice was drowned out by the chants cheering Satoru on. “Toru, wait!” you tried again. “TORU” this time his head turned around searching for you. “Wifey?” he asked, trying to spot you. “Toru, over here” you raised your hand. “This way, Sensei” Yuta guided Satoru's attention towards you, and you offered him a reassuring smile.

“What’s wrong, wifey?” He brushed a piece of hair from your face “You wouldn’t be doubting me now, would you?” he chuckled. “Shut up, Satoru” you playfully swatted his chest, but a sob escaped your throat. Satoru sighed, cupping your cheeks. “I will bring Megumi back to you, I will bring back our son, wifey, I swear everything will be fine, we will…”

"Ask me," you interrupted. "Ask me, Toru." His face showed confusion for just a second, and your heart thundered, just to relax when understanding flooded his eyes. "If you ask me now, the answer will be yes; it has always been yes." He smiled sadly, kissing the top of your head, your nose, and finally your lips.

He pulled away smiling and you tried to chase him back. “Not yet, wifey” hand on your cheek, stroking it. “So, I really hope the answer will still be yes when I come back” he smiled cheekily at you and removed his touch from you. “I come back.”

You caught Satoru one last time, kissing him with fervor. There were so many words left unsaid, so many experiences left unlived. “Please God, let him come back to me” you prayed silently, releasing him. “I love you, Toru” you whispered for his ears only. “I love you more” That was the last thing he said to you.

The world stopped right in front of your eyes. There would never be a white dress or Satoru's blue eyes locked on you with a smile as you walked down the aisle, Megumi beside him as his best man. There would never be happy family dinners with Megumi trying to hide his grin at Satoru’s antics, no more lazy mornings in his embrace, or Satoru pouting whenever you denied him something. And there would never be another "wifey" leaving his lips. You watch it burn.

the sun stopped its shine.

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cxptain-capsicle · 2 months

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Beyond the Sea | Luke Castellan | IV

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Unclaimed Poseidon!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, established relationship, Gods being terrible parents

The mess hall was quiet, you had gotten to the Hermes table early, the sun was shining warm golden rays on your skin. It was a beautiful morning, relaxing even.

“Y/n!” Annabeth nearly screamed from across the pavilion. There went your relaxation.

“Good morning to you too Annabeth.” You smiled at her as she stormed the table. “What’s wrong?”

“Ya know the new kid?” She asked.

“Percy?” You confirmed.

“Something happened last night.” She said cryptically.

“Oh?” You sat up straighter. “He seems really sweet just make sure you’re always safe-”

“Oh my gods!” She shouted and covered her ears. “Not like that! Something else happened.”

Before Annabeth could get another word out Luke’s voice came booming behind you.

“Morning ladies!” Someone was in a good mood.

“I’ll tell you later.” She practically scowled at Percy as she walked away.

“Well, she’s a ray of sunshine.” Percy watched Annabeth as she left.

“What’re you two up to?” You asked as they took a seat with you at the table.

“Giving Percy my life story.” Luke shrugged.

“Not again.” You said sarcastically making Luke roll his eyes at you.

“Anyways, before camp, I was on the road. Me and a forbidden kid I met along the way. Her name was Thalia.” Luke smiled a little when he said her name. It made your stomach hurt and your face flush. You were jealous of a tree.

“And what does that mean, forbidden?” Percy asked.

“A long time ago, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades agreed their children were becoming too powerful, so they made a pact not to father anymore. And it held for a long time until Zeus broke that pact. Until Thalia.” Luke explained.

“Forbidden kids attract trouble.” You added. “Monsters everywhere, constantly battling to stay alive.”

“One day, we, uh, find this little girl hiding in an alley. Annabeth. We were worried about taking her in, exposing her to all that danger. Then we saw her fight.” He chuckled at the memory then fell silent. “Thalia didn't make it. But Annabeth and me... we did. And we've been family ever since.”

“She's been watching me since I got here. Why?” Percy asked.

“Annabeth is the strongest warrior in camp.”

“Rude” You mumbled

“The only way left to prove herself is to go on a quest.” Luke gave you a little smirk as he continued

“And what does this have to do with me?”

“Chiron's been promising her for years,” Luke explained again.

“One day, a demigod would arrive who was fated to go on a quest that even Chiron couldn't prevent. And when that happened, she could join it.” You explained to Percy. “Every new arrival, Annabeth watches, looking for a sign they're the one. Usually, she gives up after a day or two, but she's still watching you.”

“Can you ask her to knock it off?” Percy said shyly.

“Yeah, sure. But what if she's right?” Luke shrugged.

“Annabeth will always do what she wants.” You chuckled. The conch shell rang and everyone turned back to see Chiron in the center of the pavilion.

“Heroes... it's time.” He announced. “The game begins.”

Everyone rose from their seats and began to follow Chiron.

“We’re doing this now?” Percy scrambled from his seat at the table.

“Don’t worry kid, you’ll have fun.” You laughed at him.

“So what about you.” He asked, you looked at him with a raised brow. “How’d you end up here.”

“Well, I was alone for a long time.” You and Percy followed the large crowd up the hill, Luke continued ahead to talk with Annabeth. “A couple of years. I was constantly running from monsters and eventually one trapped me. I was stuck in a cave and I couldn’t get out. I was in there for a few days before they found me.”

“Who found you.” He was listening intently.

“Luke,” You smiled. “It was technically Grover’s quest, him, Luke, and Clarisse.” Percy’s nose crinkled in disgust. “Clarisse is an acquired taste.”

“So you and Luke,” Percy said slowly. “You guys…” He was making a gesture with his hands, you thought it was supposed to mimic kissing. You laughed and smacked his hands.

“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend.” You hadn’t called him that in a while. Dating at camp wasn’t forbidden but it wasn’t encouraged. Especially in a case like yours, living in the same cabin. Everyone knew you and Luke were together, when you first started dating you had to have some strongly worded conversations with a few aphrodite campers.

“For how long.” He seemed genuinely interested.

“Hard to say.” You shrugged. “It never really had a clear start. Just sort of happened.”

“You’ve been here three summers.” He eyed your necklace.

“This’ll be number four.” You confirmed.

“And you like it?” He asked as you finally came up over the hill.

“Happiest place on earth.”

Everyone got suited up and gathered supplies before separating to our designated sides of the river. Chiron went over the rules and the first conch blew.

“All right.” Annabeth jumped immediately into action. “We have 20 minutes before the second conch and game on. You know what you're doing?”

“Yes, ma'am.” You and Luke said in unison and prepared to take off.

“Hey.” She stopped you. “Today feel like a winning kind of day to you?”

“As always.” You smiled.

“I'll see you on the other side.” Luke smirked. “Company, move out!”

Percy went to follow you and Luke but Annabeth stopped him. “Not you, sunshine. You're with me.” Percy looked at you like he was asked for help but all you could do was give him a sympathetic smile.

You and Luke escorted the flag carrier to the decided location then set out for the red team’s flag.

“Annabeth tell you what she has planned?” You asked Luke.

“Not really, just that she has a job for Percy.”

“That scares me.” You sighed. Before Luke could respond the sound of screaming and battle cries came from the trees behind you. A group of red soldiers came charging out of the woods towards you. You and Luke had done this so many times before it was as instinctual as breathing. You lined up back to back and fought off those dumb enough to try to attack you.

“Watch out!” Luke shouted as an arrow came down at you. The two of you rolled away from each other. When you emerged a warrior was right in front of you ready to strike you down. You took a slash at the back of her knees that sent her to the ground. You glanced over at Luke who seemed to be managing two opponents just fine. You took on each soldier one by one until finally, one girl raised her arms in surrender.

“We give up.” She panted.

“I wanna move quick.” Luke explained as he sheathed his sword. “Straight through the woods to their flag.”

“Clarisse hunts in those woods for the first few hours, you know that. She's gonna cut us down.” Chris spoke up.

“Annabeth's got a plan.” Luke told him. “Percy's on it.”

Chris rolled his eyes a little.

“Come on, trust the kid a little.” You told him.

“When it's time, he's gonna be ready. I know it.” That seemed to instill a bit of confidence in the rest of the group because they all started towards enemy territory.

“Percy’s gonna be ready right?” He whispered to you.

“Totally.” You lacked confidence.

You and Luke caught up with the group and continued through the woods. You led the group quietly past a few small groups of soldiers having to convince Luke each time that you could take the stealth tactic and not just storm in. You came to a clearing in the woods and where it was. A bright red flag planted in the ground, waving in the wind.

“This has to be a trap.” You looked around. “No one’s here.”

“I agree,” Luke whispered. “I don’t trust it.”

“Perfect. You volunteer then.” You used the butt of your sword to push Luke out of the woods and into the clearing. He stumbled to his feet, raised his sword, and looked around waiting for the enemy to attack.

“I don’t see anyone.” He said in a hushed voice to you. Almost as if on cue a flash of red came falling out of the tree above him. A girl with a sword came hurdling down on top of Luke knocking his sword out of his hands and sending it flying to the ground. You rushed the two of them, pushing the girl off of Luke and pinning her to the ground. You had a knee on her left arm and the other was under your hand. With your free hand, you had the blade of your sword against her cheek.

“I surrender.” She sputtered. By the time you got to your feet the rest of the group had handled the other two members of the red team that were guarding the flag. Luke grabbed the flag and turned to look at you with a big smile on his face.

“Look at this killer.” That was the nickname he gave you when you fought. You loved to fight, it made you passionate and deadly. He gestured to the flag in his hands. “Look what I got.”

“Congratulations.” His smile was contagious to you. “Getting the flag is easy, getting it back is the hard part.”

Clarisse was always hunting, waiting for us to get cocky after capturing the flag just to try to kill us on our way back. But this time that didn’t happen. We made our way back, fighting off a few opponents and reuniting with several members of our team. Soon the river was in sight and the company began to charge. Luke triumphantly placed the flag in the rocks, sealing our victory. Everyone cheered and shouted in victory and you couldn’t help but admire Luke. He raised his sword in the air and cheered, he looked like a true hero. He turned and began to search the crown with his eyes before they landed on you. He practically ran to you, pushing through other people with his shield to get to you. He dropped his sword and shield on the ground and ripped off his helmet before placing both hands on the sides of your face and pulling you in to kiss him. When he pulled away his hair was messy from underneath his helmet and his cheeks were flushed with adrenaline. You couldn’t help but laugh at his forwardness, affection around camp had to be kept to a minimum to avoid unwanted attention from Chiron or Mr. D. However every once in a while in the heat of the moment Luke didn’t care about the attention. Your loving moment was cut off by Percy’s shouts.

“What is wrong with you?” Percy was sitting in the water looking up at Annabeth who must have pushed him. You had no clue why she would do that until he stood up.

When Percy rose from the water a shimmering blue trident appeared floating above his head. Your stomach dropped, the sounds around you became muffled, your face paled. You were white hot with fury practically seeing red. You had waited nearly three years for your father to claim you, even chalking it up to him choosing not to claim you because of the pact to no longer father forbidden children. But now, this kid has been here for three days and your father claimed him. Everything you’d ever wanted in your life he got in three days. You didn’t come back to reality until you felt a hand land on your shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” Luke asked as you jumped away from his touch. “Let's go somewhere and talk-”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You shrugged him off. You could hear the whispers now, feel the stares. You had tried to keep your powers in check but over the years there had been slip-ups. When you accidentally threw a wave at Silena Beauregard for getting a little too close and comfortable with Luke. Rumors spread fast at camp.

You pushed through the crowd as hot tears welled in your eyes. As you walked past the cabins trying your best not to look at the blue cabin at the end of the row your mind was on one thing. You hated the gods.

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capuletoo · 6 months

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Blushing Fruit -Max Verstappen

-note: Omg, my first fic for f1!! Please bare with me

-summary: A series of events teasing Max

-TW: sex, fingering, smut without plot | Max Verstappen x fem!reader

-words: 1.9k

The sun is hung low, casting a golden light that projects two shadows walking in the vineyard. Max walked in front of you, leading the way. The air smell of ripe grapes and the vineyard rows stretched infront.

Glass of red wine in your hand, its velvet color symbolized the intensity of the sun in your eyes. The sun shining into the crimson liquid, swirling, your fingers wrapped around the base, caught the eyes of Max as he glanced over his shoulder. The clinking sound of crystal to crystal was soft along the rustling leaves.

Max was entrance by the way you were holding the glass, as if it were to break. The way you took a sip, lips parting and caressing your tongue, it stirred something inside of him. Your eyes met his, but the sun was too bright you had to squint your eyes.

The sun caressed your exposed skin, a warm sensation left behind, that drew Max´s attention to the subtle sheen of sweat in your collarbone and also looking at your neck while you took small sips of wine.

You took a hand up to your forehead to shield you from the sun as you moved your head towards a tree with enough shadow for the both of you.

Your back leaned into the truck of the tree, a strap of your sundress falling down, the moving shadows caused by the leaves painting your hair. Max was holding a whole bottle of wine, which you motioned him to exchange your glass with the bottle which you uncorked, making a pop sound.

You filled Max´s glass and yours while he was holding them, as you poured a drop of wine spilled into your finger. Max´s gaze fixated on the crimson droplet, his fingers twitched, he wanted to catch it, to feel the cool liquid against your skin.

You put down the bottle and grabbed your glass, your eyes following him until it reached the wine droplet. With a smile you held out your wine-stained finger to him, offering the taste of the wine and something more. "Care for a taste?" you asked, your voice soft and inviting.

Max leaned in, capturing your finger in his mouth, savoring both the rich wine and the essence of you. The world around them seemed to fade into the background as this shared moment of desire intensified.

A few seconds went by in silence, your heartbeat in your ears.

“Ew, I was joking you freak”

[...]

The way your lips were faintly wet thanks to the watermelon was just so addicting to Max. He couldn't help but be drawn to the unique, smoky allure that had settled on your skin.

The smell of soap coming from your skin made him crave your touch. He wanted to run his fingers across your body moles.

You decided to cut open a watermelon while sitting down comfortably in a beach lounge chair, which was a bad idea after some juice dripped into your thighs and your arms. You were too busy laughing to notice the heat that spread across Max's cheeks. The watermelon juice dripping from your fingers makes his eyes wander.

“Want some?” Your voice is raspy.

He could only nod, no words coming out of his mouth. Your fingers brushed his as you passed him a slice, which he took a bite out of. The sweet and refreshing taste combined with the saltiness of your skin was intoxicating.

You took a last large bite of the slice you had and got up running towards the ocean.

Max watched your back as it disappeared into the ocean waves, juicy droplets falling into the sand underneath his chair.

After a while you came out of the water and stood infront of him. He was wearing his sunglasses.

He looked at a water droplet that fell from your hair into your stomach, his gaze followed it down, passing besides your belly button all the way down to the waistband of your bottoms. Before his eyes wandered lower he returned to your eyes. He was thankful for putting on his sunglasses.

Youre biting a slice of watermelon youve mustve grabbed when he was distracted and smiling. “What? I didn't want to have watermelon juice in my legs”

[...]

One night during the summer vacation, Lando decided to host a dinner for the drivers. The warm breeze and the sound of the waves breaking against the shore set the perfect ambiance.

As you all gathered around the table, laughter and conversation filled the air. The table was decorated with glasses of your favourite champagne that Daniel had bought. He presented it to you with a smile, and you were surprised he even remembered, after months of telling him. The bubbles in your glass reflected in your eyes.

Max sat across from you, and throughout the dinner, he seemed to be accidentally kicking your feet under the table. At first, you thought it was a simple accident, but as the dinner continued, it was obviously not. His foot brushed against yours, and each time it happened, your heart skipped a beat. The burning sensation was driving you insane and the fact that he would do it while he was in the middle of a conversation, not even glancing at you, is if nothing was happening, it made you crave him. With every caress, you felt a deeper pull, a longing that threatened to consume you. The way Max's leg occasionally rested against yours, the heat of his skin warming yours, was intoxicating.

As dessert was served, Max's foot found its way to yours once again, but this time it was less accidental. His touch was more deliberate, more possessive, and it sent a shiver down your spine. The intensity of the connection was undeniable, and you couldn't resist playing along.

His gaze finally met yours, and you decided to be bold. You grabbed your champagne and didnt break eye contact while some of your drink dripped down your chin.

“what are you doing?” Lando looked at you, laughing. Your cheeks turned red as you cleaned the champagne with your hand.

“I got in a trance” You tried to give an explanation, but saying it out loud, made you feel more embarrassed.

“Jesus” His laughter resonated through the table.

[...]

After embarrassing yourself at Landos you found yourself in your hotel room. The room was dimly lit with the soft glow of a small lamp. You couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about dinner, the way you completely forgot that other people could watch, but the memory of the subtle touches shared with Max, kept your heart racing.

Two knocks in the door breaked the silence. You opened it slowly, revealing Max standing there, his eyes filled with an intensity that you havent seen. Without a word, he stepped inside, the door closing softly behind him. The dim, intimate light of the room cast enticing shadows on his face, making his features appear all the more alluring. Max took a step closer, his presence filling the room.

You could still feel his breath, when he made his way to your couch.

“Whatever you thought of at dinner, you can do it, you know.” He finally sits down. You could only walk up to him, after not finding an answer for him. He extended a hand to you, inviting you to sit down next to him.

As you sat down, the silky fabric of your dress rustled, drawing his attention to the way it caressed your curves. The low neckline hinted at what lay underneath and he found himself yearning to explore.

The fragrance of your perfume was like a whisper that hung in the air, and it intoxicated Max. The softest sigh of pleasure escaped his lips as he leaned in to breathe in your scent, and his fingers longed to trace the delicate contours of your neck and collarbone.

As Max's hand brushed yours, he felt the warmth and softness of your skin.

“All these glances, all these touches…” His lips were just centimiters away. “I dont think i can hold back”

With a knowing smile, Max reached out to cup your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His lips met yours in a longing kiss, full with desperation.

His hands roam through the cold fabric of your thighs as he bringed your leg to his hip, making you straddle him. He holds you close by your neck and doesnt let go of your lips. You could still taste the champagne from earlier in his lips. You put your hands in his blonde locks and bring him even closer. After all this teasing, both of you were craving this.

“I want more” You say between breaths. You feel him between your thighs, the warmth of his hands in your hips. You couldnt stop with just his lips, you wanted to have all of him. You wanted him to caress the parts that ached to be touched.

He reached for the hem of your dress until you were just in underwear. His hands roam at your back, your stomach, your legs and you reach over to his pants. He unclasps your bra and his fingers wander around the lace of your panties. He faintly touches your clothed pussy making you dig your nails into his shoulders. He finally gets rid of them.

Both of you are naked when he slides his thumb over your folds “So wet” He moves it up and down, you lean into his shoulder wanting more friction. “You have no idea how much I wanted to feel you” He curls his fingers into your pussy. You whimper and search for his lips once again.

You moan into his ear, and he holds you down with his other hand. “I went through hell with all these months of teasing” He grabs you by the jaw, making you look at him with glossy eyes as he increases the speed of his fingers.

“God” He takes hold of your cheek. “Look at you, all pretty moaning for me” your hand travelled down to his cock and gave it a few strokes, before he stopped fingering you.

“You want this?” He grabs his cock and slides it through your folds. You nod and he slowly slides into you, grabbing you by the hips. He moans in unison with you as he streeches you out.

He speeds up and has you moaning. “You like this? hmm? You stretch so good around me” You clench around him, your response for his question. He slows the pace. “Say it” You let out a cry.

“Yes” You said without breath, as you grind up and down him wanting to pick up the pace. He holds you still at the hips.

“Yes what?” He moves his hips in circles around his cock at a slow pace.

“Yes, I love the way you stretch me out!” You cry out and he picks up the pace, building up your orgasm.

You twitch around him and feel the way his shoulders tense up. He releases into you and you finally release, leaning into his lips.

As both of you try to catch your breath he removes the strands of hair stuck at your forehead, and looks at you with his lips swollen and cheeks flushed.

Your hands rest on his sweaty chest, as you lean again for a quick kiss.

“I still can't believe you spilled champagne all over yourself infront of everyone, '' he said with a small laugh. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment once more, and you started to stand up, but were stopped by his hand on your neck pulling you down to his lips.

“It worked, no?” You replied.

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yangbbokari · 5 months

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Don't Let Me Go

I'm not going to say anything bc I want it to be a full surprise ehehehehehehehehehehehe I will give you a song rec tho WC: 630 Song rec: Don't Let Me Go - Cigarettes After Sex

"Hey, Chris..." You speak out to him as he holds you tightly. He simply hums back to you. "Can you never let me go? Like. Ever?"

Your boyfriend chuckles lightly. "I will never ever let you go. I swear."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Pinky promise?"

Chan chuckles a little louder this time before hooking his pinky finger with your much smaller one. "Pinky promise." Even stamping it with kissed thumbs.

"Till the flowers no longer bloom and the sun no longer shines. I will forever be yours and you will forever be mine." You both say in unison. It was like a vow made between the two of you.

His lips softly capture yours. You slowly let out a sigh of relief. This was all you ever wanted for the years to come.

After you finally pulled away, your breathing slowed and your eyes began to droop. Chan couldn't help but stroke the hair behind your head.

"I'm tired now, Channie." You softly spoke to him. He continued stroking your hair. "Then why don't you rest now, yeah?" He replied. "I'm tired but I don't want to fall asleep yet."

Chan kissed the top of your head and pulled you a little closer. "I'll be here when you wake up so just give yourself some rest now."

"Okay..."

It was said only slightly over a whisper before you nodded off to sleep.

Bang Chan looked down at your sleeping figure with a gentle smile. The tears began clouding his vision as your heart moniter went off. Both of you already saw this coming so you spent your last moments with him. He stayed by your side since you were terrified of needles and the treatment process. But he still lost you.

The doctors quickly rushed in, a few nurses attempting to take Chan out the room. But he couldn't bear to leave you. He had promised that he'd never let go. Your hand was still warm. You'd wake up. Your hand still gripped his tightly.

"Sir, you're going to have to leave. The patient is in critical condition and we need to operate immediately." He pushed back against them. "I already promised her I won't let go! I won't disturd you guys. I just... I just... I just need to stay by her side to make sure she's okay...." He started yelling but his voice softly died down.

He could practically hear your voice telling him to stay and not to leave him in this big scary room with all these strangers all alone. But he didn't really have a choice.

"Our hospital staff will be sure to make sure Ms. L/n is safe. So please step outside of the room sir."

With that, he finally let go of your hand, breaking the promise he had made with you only minutes ago. ~~~ Your boyfriend stood over your casket, gripping you hand tightly, and crying to his heart's content.

"Didn't you say that you'll love me forever. 'Till the flowers no longer bloom and the sun no longer shines. I will forever be yours and you will forever be mine.'" He quoted. "Was that all a lie!? Why aren't you telling me that it's fine and you're alright. W-why aren't you here..?"

The rest of the guest also cried. Your mother sat in the front row unable to contain her sobs. Chan could only break down. Now on his knees as he cried hysterically.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to yell at you. I just miss you. I didn't mean to break our promise. I just want you to come back. Please? I promise I'll be better."

"Till the flowers no longer bloom and the sun no longer shines. I will forever be yours and you will forever be mine."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm sorry, everyone. Don't hate me🤧 I just had this thought while watching the 14th ep of Doom At Your Service. It rly isn't my fault. I love you all!!!!

Feedback is greatly appreciated and thank you for reading! Have a great day/night!!!

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sleepyhutcherson · 3 months

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Hi! I have a sweet fluffy and very angsty Mike Schmidt idea, if you'd like it??

Okay, so what if Mike and the reader dated for a good while in highschool? Like, they were childhood best friends, tried dating in highschool, but ultimately decided that it was a classic case of "right person, wrong time"? Like, they genuinely love each other, but when they were teenagers, they just couldn't do it.. I hope that made sense?

Know It’s For The Better

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

word count: 3.1k words

contains: child bestfriends to lovers to strangers (sorta), “right person, wrong time”, angst, use of y/n, reader works at a cafe, they’re genuinely so in love w each other but it’s just never the right time.

a/n: thank you so much for requesting this anon!! this was so fun to write xx peep the ‘normal people’ and phoebe bridgers references in this. btw maybe this could do a part two but idk.

You lived a quiet—boring, surely—but cosy life at twenty two. You lived alone in a lousy, small flat that you were growing to like more and more everyday as you started shaping it more around your liking. You worked at a small cafe that paid you pretty well, with hours that worked just right for you. You were comfortable at your job, your co-workers were all friendly with each other, you couldn’t complain about your life, even if it was dull.

On your day off your boss had asked you to come in, you agreed but frankly you were a little pissed that you were working on your day off. The cold weather today drew customers away so in a way you couldn’t really complain. You were at the counter, a book in hand that you would occasionally peek up from to glance at the weather from the window. It amused you how only yesterday the sun was shining brightly and now today the sky was threatening to pour, the wind blowing harshly through the trees.

You return your attention to your book, having to re read the passage again. Just then, the bells hanging above the door chime, announcing someone’s arrival. You perk up, closing your book and setting it aside.

You complained about your life lacking entertainment only weeks ago, wishing for some kind of shocker to just happen.

You, however, did not mean for that “shocker” to be Mike Schmidt.

For a second all you can do is stare at him, trying to figure out if you were hallucinating. It was such a rush seeing him—your breath caught, your brows knitted as you tried to make out if it was really him. The last time you saw him he was about eighteen, grasping onto you as he sobbed, precious words being said between you two. But, irritatingly enough, you think you could recognise him anywhere, even after all this time, from merely his appearance, to his hazel eyes you remember getting caught up in, to the familiar black coat he wears even now.

Mike reacts about the same, his eyes widening, the light inside the cafe reflecting on them just perfectly. You almost get trapped into them again.

“Mike,” you breathe out after some time. His name sounds so strange coming out of your mouth.

“Hey,” he replies, tone uncertain. Your eyes trail up to the curls that rest carefully on his head, and you smile. You used to practically beg Mike not to cut his hair, loving the curls that formed whenever he kept it just a little longer than usual. Now he kept them, messily, but still enough to lure your eyes. "How…how are you?" He manages to ask.

Your hands rest on the cool counter in front of you, you can see the way Mike’s eyes land on your hands, longing for touch. “I’m doing good. How have you been?”

“Good.” A simple reply. This all felt weird, seeing each other again after your failed relationship, one neither of you have really moved on from.

Silence. A long, painful silence.

“So, are you going to order something?” You ask, smiling the way you would smile at any other customer because a part of you just wanted to believe he was just another customer. “My boss will scold me if he sees I’m only talking with the only customer we’ve had all day.”

“Right,” Mike looks up at the menu, although he really only came for black coffee. When he looks back at you, his mouth opens, and closes, like he’s debating on what he’s going to say. “I don’t know if you’re busy later but do you want to…catch up? If you’re free, of course.”

You had nothing else to do and you didn’t really have it in you to reject him. “Yeah, okay. I get off in two hours.”

Mike shyly smiles, trying not to be too obvious your agreement meant a lot. “Sounds good,” he says, and then remembers Abby has a school project she’s supposed to work on at home today. “Shit, is it alright if we meet at my place? Abby has this project she needs to work on for school…unless you want to reschedule…”

You can’t help but smile when he mentions Abby, the last time you saw her she was still a baby—about three years old, to be exact. Mike was taking care of her practically full time, you helped with her as much as you could, both of you being constantly mistaken as her parents.

“That’s fine,” you say. He thanks you, throwing in an apology for the inconvenience that you wave off. He writes down his address on a napkin before leaving, not even ordering that black coffee that had drawn him to the small cafe in the first place.

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The blue front door makes you question if you have the right address. Compared to every other house in the dull neighbourhood, Mike’s house appeared to be the only one with a colourful door—that is if this was Mike’s place.

You’re proven correct when the front door swings open and Abby, who you recognise almost immediately despite her being much older than the last time you saw her. She smiles widely, but it’s obvious she doesn’t recognise you.

“Hello…” you say, awkwardly. You’re not even sure what to tell her when she asks who you are—a friend of Mike’s? It just sounded odd. You’re saved when Mike appears behind Abby.

“Y/N,” he seems pleased to see you. In fact, Mike is pleased to see you. Honestly, he wasn’t sure you would actually stop by. “Oh—Abby, this is who I was telling you about.” Mike says, and you recognise that gentle, almost innocent tone he always used with Abby.

“Hi,” she greets with a smile, standing by Mike’s side. “Mike hasn’t shut up about you—“ she’s interrupted when Mike looks at her with a more stern expression. “Oh, sorry!” She apologises, giggling—she knew well what she was doing.

“Why don’t you go and continue your project, yeah?” Mike suggests, paying no attention to you anymore, his focus entirely on Abby right now.

“Okay.” Abby agrees, which surprises Mike a little. She says a quick “goodbye” to you before running off to her bedroom.

Mike then looks back at you, cheeks slightly flustered. Don’t ever tell Abby anything ever again he makes a mental note of that. “Come in?”

You don’t know what exactly you expected walking into Mike’s home but you feel somewhat pleased seeing Abby’s drawings displayed everywhere in the house, stuffed animals — a dolphin, two bears, a rabbit, a duck, and even a fox — neatly sitting next to each other on the sofa. The house has such a childlike atmosphere to it that you couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you want something to drink?” Mike asks, looking for something in the fridge.

“Sure, thanks.” You reply, your eyes still ogling Mike’s home.

Surely a lot of the decor had to be Abby’s idea, there was so much colour everywhere; from the pillows, the carpet, a crocheted blanket on the sofa, the little toy figures that were placed on the TV stand. It had to be Abby’s touch, the only colours you ever saw on Mike were dull shades of greys and blues.

You’re pulled away by the sound of Mike setting down two glasses of some kind of soft drink on the table. “Abby’s a talented artist,” you say, sitting down at the table, across from Mike.

A small chuckle escapes Mike’s lips. “Yeah,” he agrees, taking a long sip of his drink as he stares at the drawing you were fixated on. “She’s got a real chance at being someone great in life.”

You both don’t say anything for a minute. Mike dreads the silence that falls between the two of you, trying to think of something to say to fill it.

“She’s grown a ton,” you then say. Seeing Abby brought you back so many memories—the good ones, for there were so many of those with Mike. “Remember that time we took her to the park and she kept trying to eat flowers?” You laugh at the memory, one you haven’t thought about in a while.

Mike smiles upon hearing your laugh. “Yeah. She loves flowers, I mean, of course she doesn’t try to eat them anymore but she’s pretty skilled at painting them.”

“She’s doing good then?” You ask.

Mike nods, his hands wrapped around his glass. “Yeah. She’s doing great. Her birthday’s coming up so she won’t shut up about that.” He says teasingly.

“Oh, how old is she turning?” You ask.

“Eight,” he answers, running his finger around the rim of the glass. He couldn’t sit still being around you, his heart racing, but he tried not to acknowledge it.

“That makes me feel old,” you joke, which actually gets a genuine laugh from Mike.

“Then what does that make me?” He teases, a wide smile on his face that makes your heart flutter. Mike was only one year older than you making him twenty three.

You don’t reply and then it hits you, Mike is twenty three, he’s not eighteen anymore. Of course you knew that, you just never really realised just how long it’s been, how much you’ve missed. It’s been five years since you last saw to him—five birthdays you missed, Abby’s and his.

The atmosphere changes then. A depressing realisation hitting you. Mike wasn’t anyone to you anymore. He was once someone to you, not just your boyfriend but your childhood best friend. But now? He could easily be a stranger.

You take a sip of your drink then, and you can feel Mike’s eyes on you. You could always tell when Mike was staring at you, there was something so different about the way his eyes felt on you compared to anyone else’s.

There’s another dreadful silence then. You force yourself to look at the way the bubbles in your drink rise, the way the ice cubes crash into each other.

“Did you feel ashamed seeing me today after how things ended?” Your head snaps up once hearing Mike’s question. You don’t know what to even think—what to even say! He’s got you in a spot, and now you wonder, did you?

No. You didn’t. You really didn’t. You longed for him for so long, for the memories you shared, the pretty words that were exchanged—the many promises that were said.

“No,” you reply, your hands wrapped around the chill glass, still staring at it like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “I just…it was difficult seeing you.”

Mike nods even if you can’t see him. “I know,” he replies, and then; “it was hard for me, too.” He says a little more quietly.

You realise how unfair everything is, how you and Mike are being pulled together again all of the sudden after all these years—after it never worked for you two. There was always something pulling you apart when you were dating, a sudden intervening, but you both always tried to make it work. Until, of course, both of you saw it best to end things, that perhaps there was a reason why you were being pulled apart.

The last time you saw Mike he was eighteen, trying to find a job to help provide for Abby, and mourning the sudden absence of his father. It wasn’t a good time for him.

A guilt washes over you because you deserted him the time he needed you most. “I’m so sorry,” you say, finally building up the courage to meet his eyes. Honestly, he had no idea what exactly you were apologising for.

His brows pinch together slightly, his eyes fixed on yours with such focus even if you’re avoiding his. “You don’t have anything to apologise for,” he says, “we both agreed it was…best to end things.” Which was true, the breakup was mutual, one both of you agreed to despite how much it pained both of you.

“I shouldn’t have left you though,” your eyes are sad and Mike can’t bear the way they look.

Mike smiles sadly, reaching across for you hands. They’re cold from the glass, the contact from his hands immediately warming yours up. You don’t pull away from his touch, the sudden touch startles you but you soon relax at the familiarity.

“Maybe it was for the better.” Your heart breaks at his words, the memories that linger within them. The memory of Mike kissing your tears away, whispering “it’s for the better” between each kiss that last time you saw him.

Your eyes shut, and you let your head fall not wanting Mike to see you struggle fighting back tears. The sudden sound of his chair screeching against the tile making your eyes flutter open, and soon Mike is kneeling beside you, looking up at you with his soft, doleful eyes.

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, his tone rather soothing. He tries to meet your eyes but you look away from his knowing that if you do you’ll probably break. “Look at me, baby.” You relent, being manipulated to meet his eyes hearing the intimate nickname.

And for a moment you both just stare into each other’s eyes, Mike’s mouth opening slightly, being enamoured by the sight of you alone. He could live like this—staring up at you, if he could he thinks he would agree to stay like this forever, with you being his only sight.

He stands up and pulls you up with him, his hands resting on your waist holding you still. Holding you tightly, scared to lose you again. “I’ve thought about you everyday since,” he admits in a whisper. You feel a pang of guilt.

“Mike,” you sigh, your hands grasping onto his dark blue zip up tightly, your knuckles turning white.

He doesn’t say anything. His hands move up slowly from your waist, to your arms, to your shoulders, to your neck and finally up to cup your face. It’s such an intense moment, both of you overwhelmed with the touch.

Mike fears that this could be the last time he touches you, he doesn’t know where this will go but with the reputation you both have he isn’t sure this will end well. You know it, too. You know that the universe has spawned Mike back into your life the very moment you’re far too busy for a relationship. You don’t want to address it, you don’t even want to recognise it yourself so you say nothing.

But you both know deep down.

His hands feel warm against your skin, they’re callous but perfect against your cheeks. “I’m here,” you say, “so kiss me.” It comes out more desperate than you would like, but it doesn’t matter, you were desperate, craving what could be a last kiss.

Mike doesn’t hesitate, of course. He pulls you in, gradually, looking at you briefly before he closes his eyes to push his lips against yours. Your body weakens, your heart beating quickly in your chest as the kiss deepens. He makes sure to take his time like he did the last time, kissing you ever so passionately. He wants you to know that in this moment he has everything. That the one thing he has ever lacked in life has finally come back to him even if only briefly.

You can tell that he’s giving you all the control—punishing you to be the one to have to pull away first because if it were up to Mike he would scoop you in and keep you here like this forever if he could. If you’d let him.

Pulling away from the longing, awaited kiss leaves you hungry still. A pathetic moan escapes Mike’s lips when you pull away, as if you’ve just put a dagger through his already maimed heart. You clutch onto his shirt now, looking at his eyes that are growing bigger, sadder.

“No tears this time,” you say, more to yourself, but when you say it a single tear rolls down your cheek. You let out a chuckle, Mike smiles a little too sad for your liking, wiping the tear away with his thumb. But you can feel that threatening knot in your throat. You bury your face into Mike’s chest, his hand going to the back of your head, softly stroking your hair.

You cry into his chest, grasping desperately onto his shirt. Both of you had a strong feeling this would be the last time you would see each other for a while. You sob into his chest, staining his grey shirt with your tears. You were mourning someone who was alive. You felt your body warm up with anger, not at anyone specifically, but because this would always be your ending, the time just never right.

Mike forces himself to look up at the ceiling, forcing back tears. He continues to stroke your hair, letting you cry into his shirt. When you’ve calmed down, he kisses the top of your head before pulling you back to look at you once more.

“We’ll be okay,” he hears himself say.

You nod, wanting to believe him, but by the look on his face he doesn’t seem to believe himself. “Okay,” you say, “I’ll go.”

His hands still cradle your face carefully. “And I’ll stay.” He whispers, a tear escaping.

You grasp his face, a little less gentle than he’s been with you. You pull him closer to you, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek. And then another. And another. And several more. When you’re done you take notice of his curls again, you move up to tangle them in between your fingers, tugging at them just slightly. It makes Mike smile.

“I keep them for you now,” he mumbles. “I know how much you used to love them.”

“I still do.” You whisper, tugging at them one last time before letting them go. You move towards the front door which isn't too far from the dining table and Mike follows.

He grabs your arm before you can open the front door. He turns you to face him, his hands moving up to cradle your face, planting a long, delicate kiss on your forehead. A goodbye kiss. A promising kiss that this doesn’t have to be the last. A kiss that speaks more than he does, telling you he’s always here for you to come back to him. He’ll wait.

#mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt comfort #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt angst #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt smut

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hazzyking · 7 months

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Well shit I was trying to write Sephiroth Smutt, and then it turned into Reno Smutt. But lest be honest. If it had the opportunity to turn into Reno smut, it wouldn't have been a good Sephiroth story anyway.

"I don't even think Sephiroth would even share the same space as Reno." That's what my BF said.

Credit to my job cause I thought of this while I was washing the company car at work. Except.... this one is spicier 🤣

Prompt: You and Reno are in the Shinra Hanger washing the company car.... and things get wet and wild ;)

Wet, Wild and a little Flashy.

You hated this. Being a Turk was like constant punishment. You had no choice but to be a jack of all trades in this line of work. SOLDIER broke the car, and it was time to be a mechanic. SOLDIER made it dirty, and it was time to turn the hangar into a carwash. SOLDIER is stranded, and it is time to be a pilot. It was always something with these guys, and you've had enough of it. Not to mention the fact that your paired with Reno to do this mundane task, the tension between you two was so high you could cut it with a knife. "Yo, (Y/N), you gonna help?" Reno asked, already putting his suit jacket to the side and cuffing his white button-up shirt, which was never buttoned up all the way. Blush crept to your cheeks as you noticed more of his chest than usual, considering his jacket normally covered what his shirt clearly didn't. "(Y/N)?" Reno spoke again playfully, letting your name roll off his tongue... it was euphoric.

"S-sorry. Yeah," you nodded, shaking away your dirty thoughts. You took your suit jacket off and threw it on top of Reno's. You became flush when you laid eyes on the small pile of clothes. You wish they were scattered on your apartment floor... or at least somewhere more... appropriate. You cuffed your sleeves while your mind wandered. "This is stupid," you said, dunking your arm in the soapy bucket and then splashing the rag onto the hood of the car.

"I don't mind," Reno shrugged. "I like cleaning cars," you smiled softly at his statement. Reno was a gear head, and he took care of his nice fancy cars like they were his babies. Of course, he'd like this. "Besides, I'm with you, so." Reno shrugged, thinking that flirtatious comment was gonna fly over your head. You blushed and ducked to the other side of the car so he couldn't see your beet red face.

"Y-yeah." You stuttered, your hot breath almost fogging up the glass of the car. "It's just- we have a job to do too," you continued, as if he was gonna let you be miserable for this entire ordeal.

"Whatever," he huffed. It was silent from then on. Both of you soaping up opposite sides of the car, not looking or speaking. You stood up from your kneeling position to walk over to the wash bucket and dunk your rag in again. Reno met you there and did the same. When he took his soapy arm out of the water, he splashed you with some soap foam.

"H-hey!" Your head snapped up, looking at his giddy expression. You smiled, rolling your eyes before smacking him in the side with your wet rag, turning the right side of his shirt see-through. You blushed as you heard his laugh, and you noticed the thin fabric sticking to his skin... *fuck... he's so toned* you thought. And shook your head as soon as his rag slapped you across your face.

"Oo- shit I'm sorry - are you ok?" Reno gasped as he pulled you close to him, inspecting your jaw. You chuckled and tightened your jaw, then hit him on the ass with your rag. "Hey! Cheater!" He shouted playfully as he chased you around the soapy car with the hose, your playful screams and laughter echoing off the hanger walls.

As the sun set over the airfield, the hose shooting rainbows into the sky as Reno continued to chase you, his hair shining like fire in the sun, and your shadows dancing on the walls, he turned around the car and snuck from behind you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you against him and shoved the hose down your shirt. You screamed at the cold rush of water as he laughed in your ear while you squirmed against him. "R-Reno! It's cold! It's cold!" You screamed, laughing loudly. "Reno!!" You screamed again, pulling from his arms and turning to look at him. Both of your white shirts see-through, at this point, Reno was barely wearing the shirt since you could see his skin and his hard nipples through his shirt, reacting to the cold water that stunned his skin. And he could see your black lace bra through yours. Blush crept up to both your faces as you stared at each other in silence for a moment. The sun slowly sank down as you two just undressed each other with your eyes. His icy blue eyes stared at your bra... and your eyes scan his chest. *What are we doing?* You thought as you caught your breath. Both of you were panting heavily from your previous water sport. "We should -" you started. But before you could finish- Reno stepped towards you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing you deeply. You gasped at his kiss, your heart pounding in your chest. He turned on his shoes and pushed you against the car that was dry with soap by now. You moaned as his tongue violated your mouth, his hands placed on the windows on either side of your head. Yours snaked up his body and pulled his wet collar closer to you. He pulled away, looking into your half lidded eyes. "Oh my god," you muttered breathlessly, Reno chuckled, biting his lip looking at you.

"Sorry- Your just so hot," Reno said, looking down, his arms still on either side of your head.

"I-im hot? Have you seen what you look like right now?" You blurted out, chuckling as Blush dusted his cheek. "I want to kiss you again" you mumbled looking into his beautiful eyes, Reno bit his lip again, as his lips moved closer to yours his hot breath blowing over your lips "please" you muttered, as your hand hooked behind his neck pulling him closer. "Please kiss me," you begged. He smirked at your request and brushed his lips over yours, causing you to shudder. "Reno, please," you begged again.

"God, you're so hot when you beg." Reno groaned in your ear and slammed his lips against you again, pressing his body into yours, leaving you pinned against the car. One hand lowers down to your hip, has he pulls your hips closer, and you grind your hips against his, feeling his breath hitch in his throat. "Mhm~, you're perfect," he mumbles again your ear as his lips trail down your head and to your throat, your head knocks back against the car as he sucks your throat and collarbone. Your moans ricochet off the hanger walls. "You're soaked. " he mutters pulling your shirt open to reveal your soaked bra, he pulls the cup down freeing your brest as his tounge swirls around the hardened bud, you moan pressing your chest into his mouth as he chuckles darkly "I can't resist you, (Y/N)" he says quietly your eyes open slightly as you see him kissing your neck, thankfully his body is obscuring your naked tits, but there's still a camera behind him.

"R-Reno," you moaned. "There's a camera," you moan again. He scoffs and pulls your body close to him. Then, open the back door of the car and push you in so you're lying across the back seat.

"Better?" He asks as he takes his shirt off and throws it out of the car, letting a loud SLAP sound as the soaked shirt lands on the concrete floor. "Let's see if your as wet as your clothes" he mutters kissing down your body, he gets on his knees and pulls you down by your hips, then he pushes your skirt up over your hips and moves your panties to the side as his tounge swipes up your folds causing you to shiver against him. He smirks against your thigh as he sucks a hickey into the soft skin. You grip his firey red hair as he eats you out. Like he's starving. You moan as his tounge swirls around your clit and in and out of your entrance. He gets up, watching you panting and staring at him, a little disappointed at the abrupt stop. "Do you wanna look at me when I fuck you?" Reno asked as he pulled his belt off and let his pants slide down around his knees. "Or do you want me to fuck you from behind?" He asks as he lazily pumps his cock a few times.

"I-i wanna look at you" you mutter watching his cock Bob as he let's go of it.

"Mm~ I like that" he groans as he pushes the head of his cock against your entrance, he swallows, as he slowly pushes himself all the way in as you gasp at his presence. "so tight" he says under his breath. "How are you feeling?" He asked, his eyes panning up to you.

"F-fine," you squeak out as his sharp blue eyes cut into your soul. Your stomach in knots at the pleasure. He smirks and nods his head in response and begins to thrust into you, slowly rocking the car back and forth. As he thrusts your back arches, moaning loudly, you can hear your moans echo throughout the hanger. He grunts and lowers himself down to suck your nipple. You catch the reflection of his ass in the window of the car and blush, knowing full well. Shinra security can see exactly what is happening here. You moan as he thrusts and swirls his tongue around both your nipples. And the fact that you're gonna get an earful about this tomorrow just makes the whole thing so much hotter.

"Fuck (Y/N) I'm gonna cum" he mutters like it's a Bad Thing. You tighten around his cock making him unravel faster than he even wanted too "shit- I've wanted this for so long, now I'm gonna tap out early" he says breathily... your nails dig into his biceps as he slams into you, causing you to moan.

"Fuck Reno~" you pant looking into his eyes... you can feel your orgasm approaching as his cock throbs inside of you.

"Ugh~ Oh god!" He moans as his hips rock against yours spilling hot cum inside of you, you moan out as hid thrusts bring you to your orgasm cum spilling on his cock. "Shit" Reno says while catching his breath.

"This is a mess," you say, panting heavily.

"It's about to be a bigger one once I pull out" Reno winks chucking darkly.

"So dont" you say smirking slightly. He looks at your features as a smirk tugs at his lips and he kisses you deeply.

"Mm~ that's not a bad idea"

#reno sinclair #reno of the turks #reno x reader #reno x reader smut #ff7 crisis core #ff7 #reno ff7 #smutt

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luvfy0dor · 2 months

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Omg can I request like a teen reader reaction to fyodors death and how it would play out if they randomly saw dazai in the street after the whole thing?

“You're Not Gone, You Can't Be Gone, No ♡⁠˖” Dad!Fyodor w/ Child!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; MASSIVE BSD spoilers, death, 5 stages of grief, 1 mention of kidnapping (doesn't happen), cursing

Description; You feel as though you'll never recover from your father's death, especially since he had recently promised that he would be home soon via the vampires. Seeing his rival and murderer in the streets afterwards doesn't help either, even if you've started to come to terms.

A/n; I genuinely don't believe he's dead, there is absolutely NO way. There is nothing that could convince me he's actually dead, not a corpse, not a tombstone, idc, he's alive and Nikolais ability saved him, source: trust me bro

When you had first received word about your father dying from Nikolai, you felt like you were going to die along with him. Your heart had been cracking up with anxiety when he seemingly took his sweet time to return home, and it shattered when you heard. Everything was going as planned up until the very end, when you waited day in and day out for your dad, and he never came back and never would. You were in denial for a while, but it slowly sank in when Nikolai had taken you to live with him. He wasn't around constantly, usually out figuring out what to do with himself, but he watched over you. You loved Nikolai, he was like an uncle to you, but he just wasn't Fyodor. You almost hated yourself for the way your voice became laced with venom and loathing any time he tried to do anything remotely fatherly for you, but you couldn't help it for the first two months. It was too painful to evoke memories of your dad, so you just angrily pushed any reminders away. That being said, you refused to get rid of any of his belongings. His ushanka lived on your nightstand and his cape on a hook on your door, and if you had rejected religion before, you started to embrace it to try and bring yourself closer to him, even in the afterlife.

After experiencing the denial, anger, bargaining and depression, the acceptance came. The thought of him still hurt you, but you were able to go on with your day without feeling paralyzed by your devastation. You didn't mind Nikolai doing fatherly things for you anymore. You didn't decline his offers to play card games or chess anymore. Chess was harder to come around to than card games were, but nonetheless you did it. It honestly felt victorious. You were able to look at the urn that held the ashes from Fyodors arm without wanting to throw up and instead smiled and spoke mindlessly to it about your day, even if you felt a little silly doing it. It helped you cope with the loss of the most important figure in your life, so you didn't see a reason to stop.

A couple months after his death, you spoke to the urn while you got ready for the day. You wanted to go to a bookstore a couple blocks away, so you decided to get up and walk there. You grabbed your belt and shoved it through the loopholes of your pants roughly. "My favorite author put out a new book recently and I wanna go get it today. Maybe afterwards I'll go to the cafe nearby, thoughts?" You asked the urn, receiving a deafening silence. "Great, I'll be sure to follow your advice." You huffed. After putting on and tying your shoes, you grabbed the tote bag that was hanging of your door handle and slung it over your shoulder, exiting your bedroom. You walked through the hall and out the front door having found the house vacant of Nikolai. The sun was shining today, a nice contrast to the previous days rainy weather. Your feet hitting the pavement underneath you made a quiet tapping sound as you walked along the sidewalk towards the book shop. You listened to music through your headphones for the duration of your walk and took in the sights of the city, the tall buildings towering over the streets and casting dark shadows into the alleyways between them.

You quickly arrived at the book store and took off your headphones to hear the cashier better when you checked out. The nice lady handed you your change and sent you on your way. Walking out, you peered into your bag with excitement before you hear a young man yell out. "Dazai- where'd you go? Don't tell me you're in the river again!" You almost froze in your tracks when you heard that. Dazai as in your father's rival, Dazai? It couldn't be. You peered through the people weaving in between eachother and heard another voice reply. "I'm right here Atsushi, jeez, do you trust me that little?" He sounded unserious. Your eyes landed on them, the tall man with overgrown brown hair immediately caught your attention and you could feel fear flood your spirit. Your first thought was the question of whether or not he would realize you were Fyodors child and attempt to kill you, or make you his new rival. Him and the white haired boy he had with him turned towards you and started walking down the sidewalk. Dazai noticed your staring and raised an eyebrow, his slender, bandaged hands shoved in his pockets.

"Are you alright? You've got a thousand yard stare on your face there, kid." He says. You bit your lip and felt your whole body tense as you shook your head 'no'. "You...uhm, I know you." You mutter, backing up a little bit. "Atsushi? Or me? I don't think I recall ever meeting you. Atsushi, was this one of your little orphan friends?" He turns to Atsushi. "You killed my-" Your breath hitches when you realize you were going to make yourself vulnerable to your most current fear of rivalry with this man, but you can't stop your words flowed out of your mouth like a waterfall. "You killed my father." Your voice shook and you held your bag of more books than you had originally came for close to your chest. Dazais raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

You swallowed hard and parted your lips, the words caught in your throat for a second. "Fyodor." His eyes widen again. "Huh...I never took him for a family man. Well, I can't really give you a truthful 'im sorry' because I'm not, but I hope you can overcome your grief. It sucks to lose people you love." He says, his tone seemingly sympathetic, but that only made you angrier. "You didn't have to kill him, though! You could have done anything else- amputate an arm, kidnap him, anything that would have left him alive!" You say, your eyes tearing up. He only signed and stated at you, adjusting the hem of his vest. "What's done is done, it's not like I can resurrect him. One day you'll understand that it needed to be done." He walked away and you couldn't help but feel the anger bubble up inside you. You weren't gonna let that slide. You clenched your fists around the bags handles and swung it up, hitting him right in the back of the head angrily. He let out a quiet "oomph" and rubbed the back of his head. You didn't turn around to see the rest of his reaction, instead bolting away.

You heard your heart beat in your ears, but you couldn't be bothered to stop until you got home. You unlocked the door and swung it open before pulling it shut with just as much force. Your energy was all directly fueled by your anger towards Dazai, you genuinely had no idea how he could be so inconsiderate towards a teenager who had lost their parental figure. You huffed and collapsed on the couch, the adrenaline and energy seemingly fading away instantaneously. You discarded your books on the small table and sniffled, curling your limbs into your body. "It's fine, he's just an ignorant, awful, dick." You mumble, wiping your stray tears away. "All that matters is that I know he didn't deserve to die.." you mumbled and felt your exhaustion catch up to you as you drifted into a sleep filled with dreams of reuniting with your father.

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oharabunny · 7 months

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imagine miguel pining for you but he finds out you are fucking someone else, but not in the way that he thinks

Word Count: 3591

Warning: 18+, mdni, switch!fem!afab!Reader (dom to sub), switch!Miguel (sub to dom), unnamed sub!malethird, jealous!Miguel, aggression, MMF threesome, cuckholdery (not on Miguel), p in v, fingering, blowjob, some spanking, porn without plot, not beta read, oneshot

Imagine Miguel was pining over you, obsessed, I mean. For awhile, basically almost ever since you joined the Spider Society. You have a smile that shines brighter than the sun. Your eyes twinkle when you look up at his tall figure. Your scent always lingered wherever you were at, in the most pleasant way. He always paid attention to every little subtle quirks and habits you have. From the sway of your hips as you move, to the way you squint and pucker your lips in deep thought. Besides the fate of the multiverse, you occupied the remaining space of his mind, which was a lot. Even sometimes to the point the thought of you would distract him from his work when he smells you coming from behind. You didn't even know the sheer effect you had on this guy.

Imagine Miguel overheard your conversation with Jess one day about your type in guys. You tell her you don't engage in those types of thoughts since you never really gave it a real, serious thought before. At first, Miguel is disappointed to hear that, but quickly recovers to the fact he had a chance due to your perceived innocence. How hardworking and dedicated to your job you must be. You were always so busy with so many things, you probably never even had your first time yet. He could already feel himself hardening in his suit at the thought of being your one and only.

Imagine Miguel was agitated to the fact you were not answering his messages and calls over your dimensional watch one day to join an emergency meeting he ordered, despite it being your off day. It wasn't just you he called, mind you, so you were being incredibly rude for ignoring his messages and making him and the other Spiders wait. It didn't help that his feelings for you only served to agitate him even more than usual. He had enough of waiting for you as his patience was as thin as paper. He headed to your dimension to fetch you himself.

Imagine Miguel barged through your window to your living room in your apartment. His heightened senses could already hear sounds coming from your bedroom. Sounds that made his blood run cold. It was moaning. It wasn't you who was moaning, but another man's. He stalked to the bedroom door silently and leaned in to hear because he refused to believe a sweet, innocent girl like you are hooking up with some rando, but he was also too hesitant to see it for himself.

"Oh! Y/N!! R-Right there! Aaaah~! Mmm~"

Now that didn't sound quite right. Why was the scumbag's tone like that? There was a hitch in his voice. Too high pitched imitating a girl. He had enough of listening in and swung open the bedroom door, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Some small framed, small dicked man was tied up pathetically to your headboard with your webbing with his legs up over your shoulders as you fingered his ass with two, while wearing women's lingerie and stocking.

As for you, you weren't anything particularly special, you weren't even wearing a bra even. Just a tank and booty shorts.

The little man's voice hitched and sobbed, "Y/N! W-Why's he here?"

You didn't even flinch nor acknowledge Miguel's rude entrance. You slid your hand across his chest and your body against his to cradle and caress his form. You cupped his cheek, turned his face to Miguel, and looked up at Miguel directly into his red eyes. He has never seen you give that look to anyone before.

His face was still masked but you can see his jaw grinding, seething at the sight before him. His fists were balled so tight his claws drew blood in his palm. All this time, he thought he knew you like the back of his hand, but you had a darkness that you kept away from him too well.

"What. The. Fuck. Are you doing?" Miguel's voice was low and dangerous. He wanted to rip you away from that lowly man, if you can call him one, and fuck you properly. To put you in your place.

You were his, and his alone.

"Aw, looks like we got caught by the big man, he doesn't look too happy with us." You teased your little man with soft little pecks on his cheek as you trailed down to his neck and stroked his tiny cock up and down with just your thumb and pointer finger making a ring. You never once broke eye contact with Miguel.

That only angered and infuriated him even more. You were teasing him, and no one makes fun of Miguel O'hara and live to tell the tale.

His heavy footsteps could be mistaken for stomps as he walked up to your bed to yank you off of your little fling and hold you up by your tank top, dangling over the floor.

"I never took you for a whore." He growled in your face.

"And I never took you for someone so presumptious and...nosy." You smirked before going straight to the point. "Why do you care about an employee's private life?"

He couldn't recognize you at all. You were always so gentle, kind, sweet, and understanding. What happened to you? It was like something posessed you.

His grip on your tank top only tightened.

"You were supposed to answer your calls and messages when I send them. In case you forgot, we have a meeting today." He avoided the true answer to your question. "Now let's go."

He was quite literally about to just drag you as is, without your Spider suit. He didn't care if you were underdressed. That was your fault for ignoring him when he needed you. For being such a slut. Even if you were never his to begin with.

You never once flinched at his apparent anger. Actually, something about it turned you on.

Ah, he was jealous.

Yes, you had noticed his likened interest in you, but you never gave it much thought. He wasn't really your type. You preferred smaller men. You loved the thrill of being in control and to feel powerful. You loved watching the way they squirm and cry in pleasure when you hit the right spot inside. You loved watching small cocks grow triple in size that you normally can't see with ones that are already big to begin with.

Miguel is a big guy, in every sense of the word. You can tell. You don't usually enjoy submitting to big men. It wasn't...your thing.

So you wonder to yourself, why were you about to do your next move?

Your gaze turned sultry and your previous smirk fall into soft smile. Your hand made its way to his crotch. You can feel the definition of his large veiny cock. Precum threatening to drip through his unstable suit. You palmed his clothed cock up and down, even gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

"Then what are we going to do about this?" You practically whispered.

Now it was Miguel's turn for his voice to hitch. He tried to swallow his moan as he didn't expect you to come onto him all of a sudden. He didn't move to stop you, however.

Your other hand slid along his strong muscular abs, up up up, over his chest, neck, until you reached his mask and ripped it off his face to reveal him in a panting mess. His fangs protrude as his mouth is agape. His eyes dilated and filled with want. His hair disheveled with strands dangle over his angular face.

"You want this." You said as if you spoke his mind.

But his own denial caught up to him and pushed his unwanted thoughts away, and dropped you to the floor. His gaze was a war of emotions that you can't depict. All you knew he was only trying to suppress himself, for one reason or another. It didn't matter to you.

You stood up to press your perfect, curvacious body against his hard one. He can feel your two large mounds against him spurring his mind from what he originally intended to do. You were too close. Far too close for comfort.

He ducked and wrapped his arms around you in fevered desperation and kissed your lips hungrily. This kiss was a sloppy mess. He stopped in between breaths to kiss your jaw and neck. His hands roaming all over you trying to memorize every nook and cranny.

With your super strength, you shoved him off in annoyance. You glared at him coldly.

"I didn't give you permission to touch me." You said flatly.

He shot you a confused look until you moved closer to him and guided him into your bed. You made him lay on his back and moved his arms above him. You were about to use your own webbing to his wrists, but his eyes began to panic and his breathing quickened.

You didn't need him to tell you that he didn't want that. You softened your gaze at him in understanding. You gave a light peck on his cheek, right under his eye.

"You will be okay. I will take care of you." You said in the gentlest voice you can make. "But you have to be a good boy for me. You have to listen to me. Can you do that for me?"

He nodded.

And you were not satisified with just that.

"You need to use your words, you big baby. Say, yes ma'am."

"Y-Yes, ma'am." His voice was shaky. His sensitivity was peaking and he couldn't help but buck into you as you are straddling on top of him. Your clothed pussy deliberately pressed against his hard cock. His arms move down to try and grab you again but you swatted them away.

"Do not touch me until I say so." You commanded.

"Yes ma'am!"

He learned fast.

"Now, deactivate your suit." You ordered but it was gentle. And he does, without a second thought. Your hips start to roll and glide along his veiny cock. You made sure you could feel his big cock from every inch of your clothed pussy. The thin fabric of your booty shorts gave nothing to separate between the two of you. He even notices that the loose thin material of your shorts bunched into your puffy, needy pussy. You weren't wearing panties. You coated his cock with your slick. The way you angled your hip allowed your clit to also glide along.

Your hands were at first on his abs to stablize yourself, but when he revealed his glorious pecs, you couldn't help yourself but to cup them with your hands and massage and squeeze them roughly. Your fingers would pinch and roll his nipples. You ducked down and captured his left nipple into your wet mouth. You sucked and flicked his nipple with your tongue. You even bite down his mounds, causing a sharp pain, before quickly consoled by your soft tongue.

His fists were balled into the sheets. He was doing everything he can to not touch you, as you ordered. His claws were escaping and were tearing your sheets. His back was arching, pressing his chest more into your mouth.

A string of undecipherable words fell out of his mouth. All of these sensations were too much for him. He was too stimulated. Tears were welling up in his eyes. He wanted to say something but his heavy pants were getting in the way of his words.

He whimpered.

Your mouth lets go of his nipple in delight. Never had you seen the most proud and ferocious manly man trembling in a pathetic mess right under you.

That deserved a reward.

You leaned into his face and peppered sweet kisses along his cheek and licked away his tears. You brought your hand to his jaw and captured his lips into a deep kiss. Your tongue poked at his lips for permission, which he lets you. Your tongues battled against each other with not any one particularly winning, rather it was more of a dance.

He pulled away first.

"P-Please! Let me touch you!" He begged. Tears threatening to well up again. "I need to be inside of you!"

You didn't answer him just yet. Debating it in your thoughts. Sure you enjoyed making him a sobbing mess underneath you, but it didn't change the fact that he was BIG. You weren't too experienced with bigger cocks.

Before you could even give an answer, the forgotten little man, your lover turned third, had also whimpered in desperation for you. "Please don't forget me, Y/N!"

He seemed to be palming himself during the entire ordeal and squeezing his nipple.

"I need you too." He sobbed.

Your gaze that was fixated at Miguel turned over to your little lover. "C'mere, sweet boy, I didn't forget you."

You pulled yourself up from Miguel to reach for him, but Miguel pulled you right back down to him.

"Don't touch him!" His eyes were red flared with anger and jealousy. "You're mine!"

As if he had enough for your taunts, he sat up and flipped you over. This had surprised you which didn't give you time to react. He pinned your arms to the side of your head. He glared down at you with a mixture of resentment and lust. You were too surprised at this switch, so he took the chance to finally devour you.

Hot kisses that were nothing like the ones you gave him. His were needy, hungry, and rough. He wasn't afraid to bite your neck and suck on it. A moan escaped from you. You never felt this way before.

Now it was his turn to straddle you. He ripped away your tank top and shorts with ease and threw away all the shredded fabric aside. He kneeded your breasts and gave them a hard squeeze.

"I should've never given you the day off. Shouldn't have let you go home. You fucking whore."

He slapped your breasts.

You moved your hands to cover your mouth to stifle a moan, but his hands shoved them back to the side of your head.

"You're not covering your mouth. Be my little slut that you are. I want you to scream till the whole neighborhood hears you."

All of his senses are clouded and reason all gone. His movements were animalistic as he bucked his cock on the lips of your folds to catch more slick. The only mercy he was going to give you.

"Now take it."

He plunged right in so hard and so fast. You convulsed and screamed. You weren't used to being this full, nor this level of pain and pleasure mixed together.

His pace was brutal. You looked down. Horror struck your face. He didn't even bottom out yet.

"This isn't even all of me." He smirked. One hand hovered your clit and his thumb drew circles on it. Nothing gentle about it. The sheer shock of electricity caused you to scream.

The pleasure of your clit being roughly massaged convulsed your walls to tighten and loosen. He used it as an opportunity to go all the way in. His balls slapping against your ass as he pumps into your swollen pussy in full.

You tried to put your hands on his shoulders to leverage yourself but he swatted them away and say: "Do not touch me till I say so."

He lifted your legs and folded them over your shoulder lifting up your hips in consequence which allowed him to reach even deeper into you. Even more so when he stepped onto the mattress with his foot.

You couldn't stop sobbing. Drool was flying out of your mouth, but you couldn't give a damn. This was new levels of high you had never even begin to imagine.

You were so cock drunk that you couldn't focus on anything or anyone. However, you still tried to focus on him, his eyes, and when you do, your eyes widen in pure realization that he fully intended to breed you. Breed you till your belly was swollen.

He was getting close. You could tell too with the way his pace picked up in speed. You were close too.

Somehow, your little lover creeped up into your mind. Perhaps a little guilt from the fact that this had been intended to be between you two.

"W-Wa....it!" Your words sputtered out. You tried to reach him with your hands again.

He shot a cold glare down at you. "Don't. Touch."

"H-He ne-eds to cum!"

Then, he halted. He harshly grabbed your face.

"Even when I punish you, you're still thinking about other men." He looked at him. His tiny cock was still trapped in that frilly white lingerie he probably chose to wear. Fucking pervert. The two of you.

But he couldn't help but see an allure in that little man's eyes. That remniscent look he desperately craved. He was quivering and desperate. Yes, he indeed needed a release, badly.

He wasn't going to get him off though. No, he won't touch his little thing. He has an aversion to it. He wants it to disappear if he's going to let him cum.

"Come over here." He ordered and gestured over as he slowly moved inside of you, maintaining his high so it doesn't go away. He was going to finish inside you no matter what.

"Sit on her face. Put your cock into her mouth." He sternly instructed. He lowered your legs, spread them outward, and pulled you down so your pussy was at the edge of the bed to give your third a room. "Y/N, suck."

Your little lover does he was told and sat on your face with his cock in your mouth. You didn't complain either. You began to suck his half hard cock and it grew bigger instantly. Though, nowhere near as big as Miguel's. He still fit perfectly in your mouth and throat. Your tongue swirled and your cheeks hallowed on his cock, causing him to bounce up and down into your mouth.

Miguel, on the other hand, reached back to his brutal pace in your tight pussy and watched as this perverted guy fuck your face. Knots began to form in his chest.

He slapped his ass, which rewarded him a girlish yelp. Then he slapped it again. And again. And again. His small ass turning pink to a glowing, stinging red which Miguel would contrast with a firm yet consoling grope.

You sucking him wasn't enough, Miguel thought to himself, as he remembered when the beginning of this encounter. He let go of your legs which you weren't ready for so they fell limp at first, but you didn't want to lose your connection to his cock so you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him inside you.

Miguel groped your third's cheeks before spreading them apart and stuck his thick, long pointer finger inside.

"A-AH! MIGUEL!!" He cried and arched his back.

Miguel smirked at this and started pumping his ass. His finger curled up and played the inside of his tight walls to find his perfect spot. He then added another finger inside and continued pumping him. He lost his strength and bent over your face to grab anything to leverage on.

How he managed to give equal focus to the both of you were beyond your comprehension, because he never once stuttered. No matter how many things he had to do separately, he did everything in a rhythm.

You were so unbelievably full from both ends. Your climax was coming. You moaned into your little lover's cock so loud it could be confused with a scream.

Miguel and your little lover were not too far behind either. Just a few more thrusts here, and few more there. You all came crashing down and coated your insides white.

None of you moved from where you were as you all rode out the highs and catching your breaths. Your legs fell limp letting go of Miguel who stayed inside you for some reason. While your little lover eventually did exit your mouth and rolled over on to the bed, completely spent.

Miguel slowly pulled out, but not without lifting your hips up first.

"W-What are you doing?" You asked shyly; your breath still shaking.

He shoved his fingers into your puffy little pussy. "I can't have it go to waste." He simply said. That statement alone tightened your walls around his fingers.

When he felt sure enough that his cum won't leak out, he laid you back down gently. He walked away for a second to go dig in your closet to cover. Oh, and to get your suit too.

You laid prettily on your bed with your little lover all spent just like him. Eyes hazy and you both stared at each other. Both faces inches apart. You get closer and closer.

Until Miguel abruptly lifts you off the bed, wraps you up in a towel, and takes you away from him. His suit was already back on, and he fired up the dimensional portal.

"When we get back, I'm cleaning out your mouth with my cock, you greedy slut." You glared at him with everything that you have.

He smirked, rejoicing to the fact you enjoyed this, even if you won't admit it.

"You better be fucking ready."

The End.

A/N: Okay this one was longer than intended because I was just going to jot down random ideas and let it be chaos, but it surprisingly came together as a decent oneshot. Mind you, this is the first time I ever wrote a complete story, regardless if it's a oneshot. I'm open to any feedback. I'm not very good at dialogue usually. I'm also actually still new and fresh to this whole tumblr setup. So I apologize of how plain and unaesthetic my posts and page are. இ௰இ

I also gotta thank my new friend @miguelswifey04 for encouraging me to write it out! Hope you enjoyed it. Now go take a shower. Lord knows I need to cuz I wrote all of this in one go.

#miguel ohara x reader #across the spiderverse #spider verse #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #miguel atsv #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #bunnyludes

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spooky-bunnys · 11 months

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Nishinoya x (tall) reader

(Name) has a crush on noya and before practice (name) made noya homemade baked goods and has it nicely gift wrapped and starts walking to the gym to hand him the box and say a silly pick up line however the more he walks towards noya the more nervous (name) gets and when he does he just shoved the box to noya while saying “take the thing take it” and runs off but not too long coach ukai is dragging the reader by the back of the shirt cause coach ukai thought (name) was trying to get out of practice and it doesn’t help the others saw the train wreck of a confession and maybe tanaka is like “ooooh someone has a crush on you noya” but gets “accidentally” hit by a volleyball

(P.s I enjoy reading your writing it’s really good)

This was so much fun to write honestly. Enjoy! Also thank you! I enjoy writing!

The Tsukishima twins were in all honesty, complete opposites. While the older twins stoic and sometimes rude, the younger twin was shy and an absolute angel. Although they were opposites they were extremely close.

It was rare when you'd see one without the other. (Name) could usually be seen following his older brother around like a lost puppy. Since he had an absolute poor sense of direction. They were also very protective of each other. Especially since (Name) would get teased a lot over his shyness.

The only thing the twins got along for, was volleyball. While the older twin was a middle blocker, the younger twin was more of an all round player. (Name) could play almost any position. Though he mostly played wing spiker or libero, since his brother was a middle blocker, and their childhood friend was a setter.

(Name) had always played the position that was needed, no questions asked. Though he always thought that he didn't belong in the libero position, due to his tall height. That was before he met the Guardian Deity of Karasuno.

"Wow!" (Name) flinched at the loud yell. Turning he was met with a short male with black hair. His front end bleached. The male had stars in his eyes ashe stared at the youngest Tsukishima.

"Are you a libero too?!" (Name) shyly looked down and shrugged. "I-I play whatever position is needed. B-But I don't do libero much...cause of m-my height." (Name) looked away playing with his fingers.

"What's wrong with your height?" (Name) looked up surprised. The talking surrounding them silenced. "W-Well I'm too t-tall to play libero." The male didn't say anything back only walking closer to him. When (Name) looked at him. He was blown away.

The male had his thumb pointed at his chest. Standing proud. "In the libero position height doesn't matter!" (Name)'s eyes widened. "As long as you save the ball, and keep the game in motion. You can be a libero no matter your height!"

It felt like the air had been knocked out of (Name)'s lungs. It looked like heaven was shinning down on the smaller male. He looked like an Angel to him. (Name) blushed deeply and had fainted. That was his introduction to the official libero of Karasuno.

After that (Name) would shyly ask his senpai for pointers, and would ask him if he'd help him get better. It didn't take long for Kei to figure out his brother had a crush. It was easy for him to spot. But to others? No way. They just thought (Name) was idolizing Nishinoya.

So when (Name) vocalized he might confess to his upperclassmen, his twin told him to go for it. So (Name) did the one thing he loves to do the most. He baked some pastries. Hoping Nishinoya will like them. If not (Name) might legitimately cry, and honestly the older twin didn't want to see that.

So when (Name) was double checking the box, walking to practice. He was going over which pick-up line to use. As he got closer and closer to the gym, he couldn't help but get more and more nervous. It only got worse as he actually entered the gym. Seeing the sun shine down on the male.

Seeing how he was smiling and laughing with Tanaka-senpai made the poor male short circuit. Noya and Tanaka turned and stared at him. (Name) blushed brightly and shoved the box into Noya's arms. "T-Take the thing! Take it!" Then he fled.

On his way out, (Name) ran right by the coach. Who immediately grabbed the male by his shirt collar. Then started lecturing him about skipping practice. But (Name) wasn't even listening. He was too busy trying to hide from everyone.

Cause he knows they all saw his failure of a confession. He thought that the moment couldn't get anymore. He was wrong. Tanaka watchd over his bestfriends shoulder and saw the many home-baked goods. He immediately started laughing.

Making poor (Name) more embarrassed. Who hid behind his fuming twin. "Ohhhh~ somebody's gotta crush on Noya!" Tanaka laughed more. But before he could saying anything else the older Tsukishima "accidently" served a volleyball onto the back of Tanaka's head.

"Oops. Sorry senpai."

#male reader #x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu #nishinoya x male reader #nishinoya yuu

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phantomenby · 1 year

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Spring Cleaning

Anonymous asked:

Can I make a request for a poly lost boys x reader were the boys hate it when the reader washes her bedding. When she does all they wanna do is lay in the nest with the reader all night because they can’t stand the nest smelling like anything but them.

CW// mild smut, aggression

It had been a great day, glorious even by your own standards.

The sun had been shining, but not too hot that it made you feel clammy and gross on your way outside, even the roads were clear enough to get up and down the coast quickly in less than ten minutes each way.

Not that you ever really followed the speed limit.

And even fucking better, the laundromat in town was doing fifty percent off for some dumb holiday event.

So naturally, you took as many pieces of clothing as you could find and all of your bedding down in your van, dousing it all in cleaning powder you had stolen from a convenience store, and going to the nearest diner until it was all done.

Now, eight hours later, you were rolling around in the sweet blissful scent of vanilla and fresh linen.

Oh, this is the dream you thought, hugging your newly washed blanket to your chest.

You still had a good few hours before sundown, and before you had any sort of commitments with your roommates since they had become rather big fans of sleeping in these past few weeks.

Checking the little watch you kept by your bed you saw it was only just gone five in the afternoon, with the sun still casting a luminous warmth throughout the cave as it began its slow descent towards the sea.

You didn't remember falling asleep, but you do remember waking up.

It started slowly, calmly, the usual. Slow pitter-patter echoing around the cavern as large forms came out of the upper passageways, hair tousled and mussed from a long sleep.

Normally they would surround you, one or two wrapping their bodies around your own. David preferred to smoke first, Marko going to the front of the cave to check on his prized pets while Paul hunted for something to eat in his chest of plenty by the fountain.

Dwayne was the cuddliest, the most openly affectionate when he was confined to his private spaces. So it was him who smelt it, that vile pungent scent.

"What the hell?!-"

The exclamation was followed by a deep growl, the noise startling you out of your dozy lethargic state as you shot up, looking at Dwayne in confusion as he seethed at the edge of your nest

With a quick glance around you tried to see what he was so angry about, finding nothing more than a freshly made bed and a few scattered pieces of clothing that he couldn't surely be mad about.

David returned from his smoke break to come to stand beside Dwayne, his senses still clouded from smoke and nicotine.

"What. Did. You. Do." Your eyes returned to Dwayne as he spat the words out. Well, he wasn't mad, instead, the brunette looked stressed..?

His shoulders were tense and heaved with each breath he took, while his hands were poised at his sides with his fingers twitching in discomfort, claws jutting out sharper than ever.

When you didn't respond he let out a warning growl, making you flush, repeating himself slowly as he began to shed his clothing.

You began to flush even deeper at his actions as you tried questioning what he was doing, "w-what-", finding yourself tongue twisted and growing even more flustered instead.

He threw his jacket towards you, tugging off his shoes as David began sniffing the air in search of what Dwayne was getting.

Finally getting a whiff of it David snarled, mimicking Dwayne's actions as the final of the two showed up in interest, "why would you do this huh? Feeling rebellious or somethin?"

The both of them climbed into the nest, reaching for a few of the surrounding blankets and pillows that still smelt of them, placing them around you.

When they were done David pulled you against him, nose dragging across your skull while he huffed deep cold breaths against your skin like a angry bull.

"Can you two cut it out, this is nice but-"

"Cut it out?" And there was Paul, "how can we do that when this entire place smells so...so...so human. It's disgusting."

You thought on his words, brain working slower than ever as Dwayne joined in on feeling you up, the feel of his tongue pressing to your jugular making you short circuit.

"Oh-" his tongue moved away from you, allowing you a moment to think, bringing you to the realization that they were acting this way because of your recent laundry trip.

It didn't matter anyway, Marko had finally returned to this side of the cave and was already holding a large pile of blankets he had huddled together from the couches by the fountain, a dark grin on his face as he dropped them on top of your form.

Safe to say it was the first day in many months that none of them had let you leave the cave.

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Gale x Named Tav (Fem)

Summary: As Feyre and her companions talk amongst themselves one night, she grows uncomfortable from the cold until the rizzard 😏 (Mr. Dekarios Himself) comes to her aid without needing to be asked

Warnings: Some kissing, nothing too crazy tbh

It was good, Feyre knew, to be bonding with each other. It meant that when the inevitable day comes that one of them is on the brink of death, the other are inclined to help, want to help. However, she couldn't help but want to bring the night to an end as the night grew later and the air got crisper.

This particular night, it was freezing. Not only were the temperatures quite chilly, but the wind made it seem much worse. The others had on extra layers, except for Karlach of course, who sat next to her, completely unaffected by the cold. Feyre, however, didn't have such luxury. She sat on her log shivering, her arms wrapped around herself. And she was quite miserable. It's not that she wasn't enjoying herself, but it was hard to keep good conversation when the only thing you could think about was warmth. The fire did help, but she could only get so close to it before she was in it. She slowly scooted herself closer to Karlach so that her left side would feel Karlachs warmth, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Hey soldier, you cold?" Karlach did in fact notice.

"A little. Nothing I can't handle." Feyre admits, smiling cheesily.

Conversations continue and as they do, the night grows colder. The sun is finally down and the moon offers no warmth in its absence, of course. Feyre sits uncomfortably so, but still she remains, wanting to stay and socialize. She's mid conversation with Astarion, talking about her mother, when suddenly she feels this strange sensation travel up her body, starting at her toes. Not only is it strange, but it's also so very warm. Feyre stops talking immediately and glances around frantically, trying to see if anyone else is experiencing what she is. The others don't seem to be effected, and she ignores Astarion as he askes her if she's alright. Whatever it was, it didn't feel menacing. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Like a warm hug, or the sun beating down on skin after rain. As strange as the sudden change in temperature was, she didn't want it to stop, so she stopped looking for an answer.

That was until her eyes landed on Gale's, who had a quite a mischevious look plastered on his face. Curious. Her brows furrow as his own raise slightly and a smirk plays at his lips. She cocks her head ever so slightly and narrows her eyes at him, scanning him for any tell tale sign of his shenanigans. That's when her eyes found his hands, particularly his left one, which was glowing with an aura. The very same one as the one she was engulfed in.

As it dawns on her what's happening, her frown turns into a slow smile and she silently thanks him from across the campfire. He nods, then returns to his conversation with Wyll. He cast warmth on her not only because she needed it, but also because he knew it would earn her affection, and that's all he ever seemed to want these days.

Later that night, as the fire died down and most of the companions have turned in for the night, Feyre finds herself alone. Well, alone with Gale. He's still sitting in the same spot he was earlier, except this time Feyre has his full rapt attention, considering there is nobody else to talk to.

Feyre meets his eyes, "Thank you." She says quietly, still basking in the warmth that is his magic embrace.

"Oh, it's nothing. Couldn't have you uncomfortable under my watchful eyes." He teases, eyes shining.

"Have you always been able to do that?" She asks curiously.

"Yes." Gale nods.

"Well then why didn't you do it sooner?" Feyre teases, but also wanted to know.

"You never asked. I would've been more than happy to oblige if you weren't so stubborn to ask for help when you need it." Gale tsks, shaking his head.

As annoying as his words were, they were true. She didn't ask for help when she needed it. A bad habit that needed breaking.

"Well then." She says, standing from her spot and walking over to him, stopping when she her feet stood right between his own, standing in between his legs.

Feeling brave, she leans down so her lips are right by his ear, nearly grazing the soft skin there,

"Next time, I guess I'll ask." She whispers. Before pulling away, she nips at his lobe gently. A small groan escapes his lips and his hands immediately find her waist, gripping at the plush skin there. "Thank you, again."

"You could uhm..." He breaths nervously, "Thank me in other ways, you know."

Feyre's eyes widen at his bold words and she feels herself smirk before swinging her legs one by one over his lap on either side of his hips, knees rested on the log beneath him. It was a risky move, yes, but one he seemed to welcome almost instantaneously. His grip on her hips tightened and he let's out the quietest of moans, it would have gone unnoticed if it weren't for how close she was to him.

"I was only flirting, I don't want you to feel like you have to-" Gale starts, his cheeks bright red. Feyre quickly puts a finger to his lips and shakes her head,

"I take pride in how grateful I am for everything given to me. Let me show you." She says smoothly, leaning her head down and trailing small kisses on his neck, starting at his collarbone and making her way up to his jaw.

She was so slow, so gentle, it was driving Gale mad. He had to fight himself not to take her right then and there.

"Feyre, please-" He begged, his breath shakey. Begged for what? For her to stop? To keep going? He didn't know. All his thoughts were clouded at this point, completely consumed by her presence.

She pulled away from where her face was buried in his neck and met his brown eyes with her blue ones.

"Yes?" She batted her lashes teasingly.

That simple act was his breaking point. Before he could even think about what he was doing, his lips were on hers, taking the control that Feyre carried mere moments ago. She gasps slightly against his lips but doesn't pull away.

"You looked so beautiful tonight," He mumbles between kisses, "So tempting in that pretty tunic that hugs your breasts so perfectly."

"If you don't stop talking, I might take your clothes off, and I believe that's something that should wait for when we have more privacy." She breaks the kiss and meets his lustful eyes.

He stares at her for what feels like hours before finally speaking,

"Well then, I guess it's a good thing I have so much self-discipline." He says coyly and gives her one last peck before patting her thigh, a signal to get up. She listens, and immediately misses the feeling of him between her legs.

"I better get some sleep." Feyre mumbles awkwardly, suddenly feeling very shy.

"Of course. Try not to dream of me," He winks, "Oh and please, next time you find yourself particularly colder or hotter than you would like to be, let me know. I'll make sure to remedy whatever you need." He smiles gently.

Feyre can feel the blush on her cheeks and nods,

"Goodnight, Gale." She smiles.

"Goodnight."

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