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churipu · 3 months

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nerd!nanami x girly!reader pls pls pls

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NANAMI WITH A GIRLY GIRL ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

featuring. nanami kento x fem! reader

warnings. i'm gonna make this a college! au , and a little cursing

note. hi nonnie, sorry that i just got to your request now — but i hope you like this :< uni's already getting real hectic, so updates might be a lil on the slow side.

nanami didn't fall in love with you at first sight — in fact, he finds you quite the nuisance. the way everyone loves you just because of the way you talk, the way you dress, the way you smell, your body language. he thinks it was all a simple act to fool people.

"hi, nanami!" you greet him, your bright pink colored apron dress flowing against the wind as you walked towards him elegantly — a white cotton cardigan covering your shoulders.

the male arched his brow mutely at your cheery voice, wondering what could someone like you want from him, "do you need anything?" he asks.

initially he thought that you were one of those people who'd woo him and try to get him to do your assignments, but he was proven wrong when you shook your head. giving out the brightest smile, showing off your pearly whites, "no, i was just saying hi."

then you brushed by him, the smell of your sweet fragrance entering his nostrils. sandalwood. you smelt like sandalwood and a hint of vanilla.

though he could then make sure of one thing, what an odd girl.

nanami was a good student. he focuses on his studies, while you try to fit in a bit of everything in your schedule — playing, hanging out, studying. but at the end of the day, nanami finds it shocking that you could pass with flying colors.

from his peripheral vision, nanami could see people crowding around you. he tells himself he didn't care about you, yet here was wondering why they were all over you.

"you told us you didn't study, you liar!" a girl pointed out accusingly at you, a smile pressed onto her lips.

"i just got lucky, i swear."

"that's what you said last time, y/n."

nanami didn't mean to eavesdrop, he knew it was wrong to hear someone else's conversation. but he couldn't help it when these people were speaking loudly — the only thing he could focus on was the fact that you had a perfect score.

call him weird, but he's all in for the brains.

the first time he officially spoke to you — nanami was a mess. he had never been in a proper conversation with most of the people at campus. most he's been in one is when he had to tell his group members off for being useless, but that was about it. and with you, he's a little awkward.

"oh, hi nanami! do you need anything?" you noticed that the male was eyeing you from his seat.

upon realizing what he had done, nanami immediately averted his gaze to the front. ignoring your words, not putting a second thought to it — but you shrugged it off anyways.

and the second time he laid his eyes on you for quite some time, it was in the middle of a lecture. so you slipped a note asking if he needed anything, and he replied with his own handwriting, saying "no".

embarrassed he'd gotten caught again. nanami felt like he was being discreet about his staring when in reality, it wasn't. and it's funny.

nanami didn't really understand why he was feeling like this. and he had nobody to talk to or ask about his feelings — so he made an assumption, it was the flu. coming into the lecture hall with a scarf tucked into his neck, and a white mask covering the lower half of his face.

"nanami, are you sick?" you asked him, and he nodded mutely, "well, it is flu season after all. i hope you get well soon."

nanami felt his heart flutter, and he chewed on his lips in frustration — if the mask had not been on his face, he was sure you'd be able to notice the frustration lingering in his expression.

his fingers frantically typing on the search engine typing out his symptoms, and every one of the choices ended up telling him the same thing.

he's in love.

but the male denied that, talking to himself how the internet was just a waste of time. he's in denial for a bit.

he's in denial of his own feelings. and would constantly turn away whenever you're there, passing by you in a rush as you were greeting him, or moving away to another seat when you sat next to him. forgetting the fact that you were also affected by his actions, wondering what you did wrong to him.

"hi nanami—" you waved your hand as the two of you passed by each other in the hallway.

but the male brushes past you in a flash, not even letting you finish your sentence. and you shrugged thinking that he might be in a rush.

but when it happened, again and again. you could definitely conclude that he is indeed avoiding you — hell, he won't even spare you a glance. and you wondered what you did wrong to him.

"is this seat—" you approached the seat next to him, ready to claim it but he stood up packing his things and moving to a lone seat three rows behind, "taken..?"

ouch.

nanami didn't feel like he did anything wrong until he was met by one of your friends. who — well, said anything but nice things to him. threats. warnings. and questions. even nanami didn't know the answer to.

"what the fuck did you do to y/n?" the female said, eyeing nanami up and down judgmentally.

what did he do to you?

"what?"

"i said, what did you do to her you dipshit?" wow. nanami could only furrow his brows, thinking of a possible answer that he is sure of because of the looks of it — even he didn't know what was going on right now, "why did you make her sad?"

"sad?" nanami questions, "i didn't talk to her."

"exactly. why didn't you? you know she likes you, right?" nanami's breath hitched at the revelation, and he shook his head, "what? are you stupid? and here i thought she was being too fucking obvious, god . . ."

he was too caught up to hear what the angry female in front of him had to say, he just focused on the fact that you— y/n l/n— liked him.

he was stupid with all these new feelings. and nanami wasn't used to being stupid — so for the first time, he had to ask your friend's help. asking guidance for what he should do, what you like, what he needed to say to you.

"just say you're sorry and confess. you like her too don't you?" your friend exasperatedly explained, already feeling a little exhausted from having to tell such a smart but idiotic male about love.

"okay."

your friend was a bit skeptical, so she had to elaborate and make a script for him (which he ended up reading in front of you by the way), "just try to memorize this and go."

nanami in fact, could not memorize the script.

when he knocked on your door, reading off the script in front of you. you find it funny, because you didn't know what was going on or what you expected.

"what are you doing, nanami?" you chuckled, shutting the door behind you as the male stood on your porch, holding the small paper your friend gave to him in his hand.

"apologizing."

"for what?"

"your friend told me i made you sad by avoiding you," you choked on your own breath, a bit embarrassed by your friend — flailing your hands a bit.

"she did? oh my god. i'll tell her to say sorry . . ."

nanami shook his head, "it's alright. and i like you too."

nanami and you made it official that night. and he, oh my god, he spoils you. rotten. despite being a college student — nanami has money. buying you dresses, hair accessories, flowers, anything he thinks reminded him of you, he will buy it for you.

"ken, what's this?" you question him as the male handed you a pink colored plastic bag.

nanami didn't answer you, but beckoned you to open it and to see for yourself. when you did, the sight of two shiny hair accessories made your heart flutter, "you got this for me? thank you so much, kento."

nanami gets very happy when he sees you using the things he buys for you, and he gets pretty upset when you tell him that he shouldn't be spending so much on you.

despite your advice, nanami still buys everything for you. he doesn't regret anything if it's about you.

he's a little tweaky and awkward at first, but as time goes by. he gets the hang of dating and relationships. the most gentle male, holding your hand, he will never let you walk on the outside part of the sidewalk, he stands behind you during an escalator ride up because you love to wear dresses, he will exchange his shoes for you if your feet were paining because of your own shoes (and he will carry your shoes for you), will carry your shopping bags and even your normal bag for you.

"let me carry that," he grabs your bag and carries it before lacing his fingers with yours.

"ken, you don't have to—"

"i insist." he cuts you off, smiling down at you and his hand squeezes yours lightly as if telling you that it was completely okay to rely on him because he loves it when you rely on him.

he absolutely loves going shopping with you. he gets the first look at new outfits, and he absolutely loves when you bring him to shop for new dresses. telling you to do a little twirl before complimenting you and how beautiful you looked. he always, always, ends up buying them all for you.

"so? how do i look?" you opened the door to the fitting room cubicle, showing yourself.

nanami had to hold back a smile from forming on his face, "turn around," he softly said — and when you did as he was told, the hem of your dress fluttering around as your body turns.

he finally broke into the smile, "you look beautiful." nanami compliments, taking your hand in his, "take the dress."

you chuckled, "ken, i already have two others. and you spent a lot on me — i don't want you to spend more on me."

nonsense.

nanami gets it for you unknowingly anyways, giving it to you on the walk back home from the mall. he always does that. always.

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lettuce-seize-the-day · 2 years

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i love having silly little schemes with myself

#shut up hanna #so the other day i was sweeping the kitchen #and there was this weird white wheel type thing. i thought it was the lid to a ketchup bottle #so i swept it up and threw it away #then today my roommate is messing w the dishwasher and shes like #the wheel is missing ??#and im like 😶#and shes like looking all in the dishwasher and under all the cabinets and the whole floor and shes like i cant even find it!!#im like huh..weird.......#but inside im like oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck #this morning was trash day........and trying to remember when it was that i swept #so anyway she gives up after awhile and sits down and we chat for a bit #meanwhile im looking up dishwasher wheels on amazon bc i dont want to confess what ive done #and after awhile shes like im gonna go shower. and im like ok I'm gonna stay down here for a bit #and she's like ? ok lmao #bc i was just sitting in the dining room in the dark by myself doing nothing lmao #but as soon as she left i started sifting thru the trash like a raccoon #bc i couldn't remember when i swept if it was before or after i took out the trash #thank god i did find it. in the bottom of the trash. but i did #and i put it back where it goes :)#will i tell her what happened? tbd #but i liked having a silly little scheme with myself. it felt like i was doing a bit in a tv show #anyway this is what i get for trying to do household chores and keep this house clean so it doesn't become my moms house

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solar-wing · 1 month

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⚣ Jealousy Is A Disease 🟢

⚣🟢 Summary → Y/N's knows he's got a little heat brewing between him and Superman, but something is going to get in the way of that. He should've known better than to have entered into any sort of arrangement with Hal Jordan. Not only was the man super cocky and sarcastic, but he was literally green with envy.

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The Watchtower had been relatively quiet.

Y/N had been talking with Clark about some matters related to supervillains' plots, potential recruits, and a bunch of other mumbo jumbo that he wasn't really paying attention to because he was too busy eyeing the Kryptonian's body. The Omega knew his heat was getting close and that he would probably have to take some time off soon to deal with it.

But, it didn't stop him from imagining Clark's large and muscled body over his while they rutted against each other all sweaty and hot and-

"Y/N? You ok there?" Clark's voice interrupted his thoughts, the Omega blushing when he saw the look on the man's face. He had noticed his staring and it had probably led him to realize the nature of his thoughts.

The Kryptonian had a knowing smirk on his face, though. He'd been more or less aware of the Omega's attraction towards him, and it definitely wasn't one-sided. Clark may not have been an Alpha by nature of his Kryptonian biology, but it didn't mean he didn't consider himself to be one in many aspects. He certainly had the physique of one, and he did have a few...kinks that came with the territory.

"I-I'm sorry, I got a little distracted." Y/N chuckled nervously, feeling his cheeks heating up. He didn't know how the Kryptonian would react to his blatant display of lust, but he didn't think it would be bad. Clark was always so nice to him and he had a good sense of humor. Plus, the Omega really wanted to know what was under those suits.

"Don't worry about it. You know I get distracted too sometimes." The Kryptonian smiled, his eyes lingering on Y/N's flushed face before traveling down the length of his body. The Omega suit was one for the books, the tight-fitting material leaving nothing to the imagination. Y/N looked damn good, and he knew it.

"So, uh, what were we talking about again?" Y/N asked, clearing his throat.

While the two continued their little flirtatious and flustered dialogue, neither of them was aware of the presence watching them through the door, his eyes under his green mask narrowing in anger and jealousy.

Later that night, Y/N was getting ready to head home. His heat was coming closer and closer, and he knew he had to spend his next few days in his apartment and away from everyone.

As the Omega neared the Zeta Gateway that would take him back to the Hall of Justice, his arm was suddenly snatched and he was pulled into an empty room. Y/N was ready to fight whoever it was, but a familiar scent invaded his senses.

"Hey there, sexy. Missed me?" Green Lantern smirked as he looked down at the Omega's shocked face.

"Hal! What the hell are you doing?" Y/N whispered. "Someone might see us!"

"I was just thinking that maybe we could have a little fun before you go home. It's not like anyone's gonna come here at this hour." Hal said as he moved closer to Y/N, backing him toward the wall.

"I have to go. My heat's coming up." The Omega said, stopping him before he could make any more moves.

"You always say that. And then we end up fucking anyway."

"Not this time. I need to rest. It's going to be a very intense one." Y/N tried to reason, but the Alpha wasn't having it.

"C'mon, baby. Just one more time." Hal whispered in his ear, his breath sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "Let me have a taste."

The Alpha leaned forward and began kissing and biting Y/N's neck, his hands moving to grip his waist. The Omega could feel his arousal getting excited at the stimulation, but he had to stay strong. He knew his body would crave an Alpha's touch during his heat, and there was a certain blue and red-wearing superhero that he was more interested in.

"H-Hal, no! Stop!" Y/N said, pushing him away. "No more of this. I'm not gonna let you fuck me anymore, understand?"

"What the hell's gotten into you?" The Alpha growled. "You're always begging for it, and now you're pushing me away?"

"Yeah, well, things change." Y/N sighed, moving to leave the room. "Just stay away from me."

"Who is it, huh?" Hal asked, blocking his way.

"It's not like that," Y/N said, knowing full well he was lying through his teeth, "It's just that I think we should keep things strictly professional from now on."

"Bullshit. You weren't concerned about keeping things professional all the times I fingered you during meetings. Or all the times you sucked me off in the training room."

"Hal, I–"

"Did you care about professionalism when I fucked your tight little cunt while Batman was right outside that door? Or when you rode my dick in the showers? Huh?" Hal said, his voice raising a bit.

"Quit it, Hal. You're being rid–"

"Or all the close calls we had when I knotted you without a condom, and you thought you were gonna get pregnant? I bet you were hoping for it, weren't you?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Y/N shouted, his patience running thin. "I don't have time for your bullshit, Jordan. Now, move."

"Oh, now you're giving me orders? Is that how it is?" Hal growled, his own Alpha pheromones responding.

"Will you please shut the fuck up?!" Y/N growled, his scent turning sour. He couldn't believe the nerve of this man!

"No, you shut the fuck up! You're acting like a whore who's too good for me." Hal growled, his scent becoming heavier with the stench of anger.

"A whore, huh? I'm a whore for letting you fuck me whenever you wanted, and now I'm a whore for wanting to stop the fuck-fest, is that it? You're the one who wanted this, remember? You're the one who was all up on me in the first place, so don't play the victim."

"You're such a fucking tease. You act like a slut and then you expect me to leave you alone?"

"Yeah, and I'm also an Omega who could easily have an Alpha whenever I want. Don't forget that."

Hal clearly didn't like the mention of that. He was an Alpha, Air Force pilot and a Green Lantern. He wasn't supposed to be a side dish.

"I'm not someone you can fuck whenever you're bored, Y/N." The Alpha growled, his scent spiking.

"Well, guess what, Jordan, I'm not your toy either. We both had our fun, but I'm done with this. I don't want you anymore, and I certainly don't need you. So, move."

Before Y/N could move an inch, Hal lunged at him, tackling him to the conference table in the middle of the room. The two of them started wrestling and fighting, the Omega's pheromones spiking as he did his best to keep his body in check while trying to get the upper hand.

The fight didn't last long, though.

Y/N was soon pinned underneath the Alpha, his wrists in a tight grip above his head. Hal's free hand was holding his chin, forcing him to look at him.

"I can't believe you'd say something like that to me. After everything we've been through." The Alpha said, his voice low.

"Let go of me." Y/N struggled, trying to get out of the Alpha's hold.

"Not until you admit that you want me. That you're mine."

"In your dreams, Jordan. I don't belong to you. I'm not some prize that you can claim."

"I can do whatever I want. I'm an Alpha and I'm Green Lantern," Hal smirked, his grip on Y/N's wrists tightening as he rubbed the hard-on throbbing under his suit against the weaker male, "And you're an Omega. My Omega. You're gonna submit."

"You're not my Alpha, and you may be Green Lantern, but you'll never be Superman," Y/N said, ignoring the pleasurable tingles running through his body from the Alpha grinding against him while sporting his spiteful little smirk at the Alpha, "You'll never be him."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hal questioned with a growl.

"I know you're jealous of him, Hal. You put on this cocky, self-assured facade, but deep down, you hate that Superman is everything you wish you could be. He's not even technically an Alpha and yet, everyone respects him. Everyone trusts him. He's the perfect hero, and you're not."

"You're wrong."

Y/N could see he was hitting some nerves, and despite the warnings in his head telling him to stop, he couldn't, "Am I? So why is it that every time he's near me, you're always watching me? Always trying to get my attention. You're always trying to assert your dominance as if that's going to make me want you more."

"Stop talking," Hal ordered, not even realizing how he was slowly grinding his hard erection against the Omega's slick dripping heat, the friction from their uniforms making it all the more pleasurable.

"You're always going on and on about how you're an Alpha and Superman's not, and yet, he's the first person who comes to mind when anyone thinks of a traditional or a perfect Alpha."

"That's enough."

"And what does that say about you, Hal?"

"Shut the fuck up!" The Alpha roared, his scent becoming suffocating as he tightened his hold on Y/N's wrists, his hips rutting faster and harder against the Omega's crotch.

"You're a disgrace to the Green Lantern Corps, Hal. And you're a disgrace to the Air Force." Y/N continued, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and lust as he stared at the Alpha above him.

"That's not true," Hal said, his voice faltering slightly.

"Is it? Because the way I see it, you're nothing more than a second-rate Green Lantern, a third-rate Alpha, and a fifth-rate superhero," The Omega ended, a venom to his words as he tauntingly smiled at the Alpha rutting against his body, his scent sweetening as his orgasm arrived already due to the increasingly sensitive state of his body from his heat approaching.

"SHUT UP!"

Hal lost control, his instincts taking over as he ripped the fabric of Y/N's suit. He couldn't stand the disrespect and the insults, and he needed to make the Omega eat his words. He needed to show he was better than the Kryptonian. He had to himself as the stronger Alpha, as the only Alpha.

He needed to prove that he was the best.

Y/N's moans were music to his ears, his slick coating his fingers as he pushed two digits inside the smaller male's tight cunt, the Alpha growling in arousal as the warmth wrapped around him. The Omega had to grip the edges of the table that he could reach to keep himself steady as his body rocked with overwhelming stimulation from Hal's fingers entering him so roughly while he was still in the middle of his first orgasm.

"A-ah, fuck ... ! H-Hal, stop.." Y/N moaned, his legs shaking as his walls fluttered around the Alpha's fingers.

His hand was around the Omega's throat, squeezing tightly as he forced him to look at him, "Don't you ever say those things to me again. Do you hear me? I'm not a failure. I'm not a failure."

"You are...a failure." Y/N choked out, his eyes watering.

At this point, the Omega had slowly given into his body's most primal desires, his mindset slowly slipping into that of a sex-crazed, needy little shit who just wanted to get fucked and knotted, thanks to his heat.

The Alpha snarled at the insult, his fingers thrusting deeper and harder. His thumb rubbed circles around the Omega's nub, the bundle of nerves sending jolts of pleasure up the smaller male's body. His focus had become solely on proving himself. He needed to show the Omega who was in charge.

"Stop saying that! Stop it! You're lying!" Hal growled, his pace quickening.

"Y-you're a f-failure. You'll...never be Superman," Y/N panted, his mind growing clouded. "You'll never b-be my A-Alpha."

"I'll be your Alpha. I'll be better than him. Better than any of them."

Within just another few minutes, The Alpha pulled another mind-shattering orgasm from the Omega, his scent heavy and intoxicating. He pulled out his fingers, licking his lips as he watched the mixed slick and cum dripping from them. He moved his hand up to the Omega's mouth, smearing the wetness across his lips.

"Suck them."

"No..." Y/N whimpered, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Do it. Now." Hal demanded, his grip on the Omega's neck tightening.

The squeeze against the smaller male's neck had his mouth opening with a quiet yelp in reflex, allowing the Alpha's fingers to enter. The taste was sweet and salty, and the Alpha couldn't help but growl in arousal as he watched the Omega suck his digits clean.

"That's it, baby. Get them nice and clean. You like the taste of your body, don't you?"

Once the Alpha had pulled his fingers out, the Omega's eyes were glazed over. His scent was so strong and thick, and it was almost enough to make the Alpha's knees weak. He wasn't done yet, though. He still needed to show no one was better than him.

Especially not Superman.

Hal ripped the front of his Green Lantern uniform open (it was okay, it magically came on and off anyway), exposing his toned chest and abs. His cock sprung free, already leaking precum. He positioned himself at the Omega's entrance, his tip rubbing against the wet entrance.

"Look at me." The Alpha growled, grabbing the Omega's chin.

Y/N's gaze was half-lidded, his pupils blown wide. His skin was flushed and his breathing was heavy. He could feel the Alpha's cock throbbing against him, the tip catching on his rim every so often.

"Still think I'm a failure? Still think I'm not good enough?" Hal growled.

"You're not..."

Y/N cried out as the Alpha entered him roughly, the sudden intrusion making him clench around the thick shaft. His body was overly sensitive, and the feeling of being filled was almost too much. He couldn't stop his hips from rolling forward, his thighs shaking.

"Oh, God...!"

"Doesn't seem like I'm a failure, does it?"

"Fuck...Hal, please, I can't take it.." Y/N begged, his body trembling.

"No, you'll take it. You'll take every inch of me." The Alpha growled, his hands gripping the Omega's waist as he began thrusting in and out, his pace fast and rough.

"No, please, Hal...stop, I can't...!"

"You can, and you will."

Hal's fingers dug into Y/N's sides, his thrusts growing faster and harder. His eyes were trained on the Omega's face, taking in the sight of his tear-stained cheeks and the drool dripping from his lips. The scent coming from the smaller male was so sweet and tempting, the Alpha's nostrils flaring as he breathed it in.

"Fuck, you're always so tight. Such a good little Omega for me."

"N-no, I'm not...I'm not..."

"Yes, you are. You're mine. My Omega."

The Alpha leaned forward, his teeth grazing the Omega's neck. He could feel the smaller male's pulse-quickening, his body shivering as the Alpha's warm breath ghosted across his skin.

"You're mine, Y/N. No one else's."

"H-Hal..."

"You're gonna be my mate, and you're gonna carry my seed and give me my first kid. I deserve it. I'm a better Alpha than any of them."

"N-nh ... ah ... n-no."

"Yes, you will. I'll fill you up with my cum, and I'll make sure it takes."

Hal leaned down over the Omega's body, his front pressing against the smaller male's chest as he continued his relentless assault on his cunt. His thrusts were deep and hard, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air.

"Mine...mine...mine." The Alpha growled, his lips ghosting over the Omega's jaw and neck.

"H-Hal, please...it h-hurts." Y/N choked out, tears rolling down his cheeks as his hands clawed at the Alpha's wrist.

"Yeah, that's right. Beg. Who's a third-rate Alpha now, huh? Who's a failure now, Y/N?" Hal snarled while nipping the Omega's jaw and neck, the sound of the conference table creaking and groaning under their weight.

Y/N had already been through his third climax at this point, his body overstimulated and sore all over from the Alpha's rough treatment. He couldn't think straight, his mind overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain coursing through him.

"H-Hal, no, s-stop, p-plea–"

The Omega's cries were cut off by the Alpha's hand wrapping around his throat, squeezing tightly.

"Shut the fuck up. I'll let you breathe and talk when you're ready to admit who you belong to. Not before."

"H-Hal..."

The Alpha's hips were slamming into the Omega's, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing throughout the room. His knot was swelling, his thrusts growing more and more erratic.

Hal had never fucked him so brutally before, landing a harsh slap on the side of his bottom every so often while squeezing his neck even tighter. His insides felt like they were on fire, his walls clenching and throbbing around the Alpha's length.

"All that talk earlier and now look at you, crying and begging for me to stop. What happened to you thinking I'm a failure, huh? Did you change your mind?"

"I-I d-didn't. Y-you're a f-failure." Y/N managed to choke out despite his oxygen-deprived brain.

The Alpha's thrusts grew even harder, his knot catching on the Omega's rim every so often. He was close, his cock pulsating and throbbing inside the smaller male. He leaned up to stare the smaller male in the face, preparing to breed the smart-mouth brat while glaring at him through his mask.

"I can't wait to see Superman's face when you're round with my kid, knowing that you'll be mine and no one else's. And it'd better be a boy and an Alpha, or we'll be right back where we started," Hal growled, his grip on the Omega's throat tightening once more.

He continued hammering away at the Omega's heat, getting closer and closer to his end while Y/N approached his fourth, "Hope you weren't planning on having that weak Kryptonian with you during your heat. Because I'm gonna fuck you until you're pregnant, and then you're not gonna leave my side until I know you're carrying my child."

"P-perv..." Y/N weakly muttered, the Alpha's thrusts hitting his sweet spot repeatedly as he was forced to look into the Alpha's mask.

"Say what you want, but you know you're mine. And don't think I'm not going to punish you for those words earlier. I'll have you gagged and tied to the bed until you're carrying my kid. No protection this time."

Despite the lack of air in his lungs, Y/N, through the cloggy fog of his sex-muddled brain managed to mutter out one more thing before meeting his fate on the Green Lantern's knot, "I'd rather have Superman's kid than your failure spawn."

And just like that, Hal's grip on his throat tightened and his knot swelled and caught inside the Omega's hot cavern, his cock releasing his hot load while he growled, "That's it. You're gonna get it now."

Hal's knot kept his cum from spilling out of the Omega's throbbing walls, his grip tightening even more around the Omega's neck as he choked the life out of the smaller male.

The seething anger across Hal's face as he bred the Omega with his cum while he struggled to breathe was the last thing Y/N saw before blacking out.

While Y/N slipped into unconsciousness, Hal got the eerie feeling he was being watched, turning to see a trail of a familiar red cape through the small window in the door.

Superman.

The Alpha felt a sense of accomplishment and superiority, smirking as his hand squeezed the Omega's neck and the other ran down his body, settling at the base of his stomach, "Don't worry, Y/N, I'll take care of you. I'll prove to you who's the best Alpha. Just you wait."

When his knot finally deflated, Hal pulled out his limp cock from the Omega's sloppy hole. He watched as his cum spilled out of the smaller male's pink and puffy cunt, his fingers scooping some up. He pushed it back inside, his smirk growing wider.

He re-formed his entire suit while doing his best to cover him before slinging his unconscious form over his shoulder, making his way out of the room and the Hall. He was going to have his Omega, whether he liked it or not.

He was going to breed him and make him bear his child, and no one was going to stop him.

Hal had been walking for a few minutes when a large gust of wind nearly knocked him over, Superman standing before him, his expression unreadable, "What the hell do you want, Kryptonian?"

"Give him to me."

"No."

"That wasn't a request, Jordan," Clark growled, his eyes narrowing, "Give him to me."

"I don't think so. I'm the only Alpha here, and I'm going to take him back home. I'll show him that I'm the better man. And there's nothing you can do but accept it," Hal said, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"Like hell, I am," Clark said, his eyes glowing red.

Hal barely had time to react before the Omega was ripped from his shoulder and cradled in Superman's arms, "What the hell?! Get your hands off him, you bastard!"

"I'm not the bastard, Hal. That title goes to you," Clark growled, his tone cold, "Now, stay away from Y/N. If I find out you've touched him again, I'll personally deliver your ring back to Oa myself. Got it?"

The Green Lantern was left speechless, watching as the Kryptonian flew off with the Omega. He was pissed, and he knew he had to get him back. He wouldn't let Superman steal what was rightfully his.

"Alright, then. Round three it is, fly-boy."

☀️ | Hal Jordan/Green Lantern | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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starwhispcrs · 2 years

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HOSHI THEY/THEM

#i am Aware i haven't done jack here #but i am here to say i have won as a they/them hoshi ult #idk whose idea it was to put him in that shirt in the mv #but thank u #i am here to say that hojin def owns a cropped version of that shirt too #➤ ᵐᵘᶰ ┊ ❛ loving svt is my personality ❜#anyway ok ! i'm gonna try to be here Soon #i owe.... So Much :sobs:#but i just must talk abt they/them hoshi thanks

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stxneflxwers · 7 months

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unpalatable.

⋯⁂ summary. suffering with disordered eating, you try your best to brush it off as being picky (as many others in your life have done before.) but, your beloved doesn't think it's mere pickiness anymore.

⋯⁂ a/n. short and sweet post here; so im not really worried about small grammar errors, word count, formatting, or what have you. i just need to get this icky feeling off my mind, ok? for the record as well: i'm writing all of this on tumblr post editor and not in gdocs like i normally do. so there's gonna be things lacking compared to my normal, "formal" works.

⋯⁂ characters. neuvillette. zhongli. wriothesley. gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw. reader has disordered eating (this is different from eating disorders, pls read further about it online if you want/must!) reader has poor self-esteem. characters being very very sweet. fluff. might be some hurt/comfort and panic. reader's weight is NOT described. there might be occasional OOC moments, but i tried my best to avoid it lol.

neuvillette.

he doesn't think anything of it at first. he understands the life of being..."picky" as some so rudely put it. he prefers his foods very moisturized, any dryness can be too much for his senses at times (most of the time.) the texture when it comes to something dry or even spicy can be very unpleasant; he swears if he ate sandpaper, that's what it'd taste and feel like.

when he starts noticing the worse..."quirks" about your eating habits, he's not sure how to word his concerns to you. he gets around to it and he can only hope he isn't too horribly late about it. he isn't, but he feels like he's late to saying something anyway.

once you both talk it over, he's already helping out. even if he's not quite sure exactly what he's doing. he's the type to fill your head and heart with sweet reassurances and even sweeter praises for doing your best, his smiles are the sweetest treat of all when he tells you these things, though.

even if he's stiff or awkward about the subject and tackling the problem at the root, he's as supportive as he can be. although, don't mistake this support as letting you get away without eating for long periods of time. he can and will pester you frequently about whether you've properly ate (and hydrated) recently. do your best to not damage his lover, alright?

zhongli.

believe it or not, he entirely gets the feeling of uneasiness and the occasional nausea behind a lot of dishes. fish is his worst enemy, for starters. his species doesn't really require tons of food to live off of, unlike your average human. so, when he first started "indulging" in more human dishes, he soon discovered what a gag reflex was. he won't admit to it, but he really hated it back then.

of course, that was so many centuries ago. he's adjusted fine enough to more dishes these days. and when you tell him about your struggles with eating, you initially write it off as you being childish.

he thinks not.

he doesn't let you get away with calling yourself childish—or any sort of derogatory statement that spits out of your mouth.

his hand slides up to yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. and a promise that he'll do his absolute best to help you conquer these problems with food and eating. even when you start to branch out and eat a bit more than you usually do, he feels so proud of you.

he gives you a shining smile, a peck to the forehead, and holds your sweet, cute face with his big hands; while also filling your mind with praises and affirmations about how well you're doing so far. he loves you so dearly, don't push him away.

wriothesley.

you try your absolute best to hide it from him, the man who is maybe the least bothered by most foods. at least, the one man from fontaine, that is. he really doesn't care too much about what he's eating, as long as it's edible. call it a habit from being an orphan. of course, he has his preferences, but who doesn't?

so, when he catches you eating less or being a little too selective (he's observant enough, don't test him), he brings it up right away in private—he makes sure it's with only you two in the room. he'll ask if you're feeling sick or anything lately, promising you that sigewinne can help out.

when you skirt around the subject, he pouts just a little. it's enough to get you to break down in front of him. you call yourself some nasty things over being rather selective about food, feeling incompetent and weird compared to him.

and he really can't believe what he's hearing at first.

his icy eyes go wide and he blinks on repeat like a broken record. he's still registering what you just said about yourself—his darling cutie. he smiles bittersweetly and shakes his head, it's the most he can muster at first. he's still in disbelief.

your heart sinks into the depths of your gut at the response, burning alive and leaving behind literal heartburn in your throat. before you can leave the room, he scurries up behind you and wraps his arms around you, imprisoning you in the softest way.

he tells you he'll help out if you want it and allow him to, mentioning that he hates to see you suffer. he gives you a loving but tight squeeze (one that's perhaps a little suffocating.) he promises to you to help you suffer, at least, less than before.

he loves you too much to see you in any type of pain, external or internal.

you're a prisoner of your own mind while also a cruel warden to yourself. and if it's the last thing he'll ever do, he swears he'll change at least that much.

#🌠— my works #🌠— fluff #🌠— hurt/comfort #💕— multi #zhongli x reader #💕— zhongli #genshin x reader #💕— neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #💕— wriothesley #wriothesley x reader

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blixssily · 9 months

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"you've got to be kitten me"

| you've brought home a lonely kitten that looks just like them... how do they react?

| gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader separated!!!

˓ ꒱ notes and disclaimers: reader is gender neutral

˓ ꒱ authors notes: i wanted to try writing for jjk!!! i have a geto wip atm so here's this so i don't go on a month long hiatus. apologies for suguru's part being so short i didn't really know how to not make it similar to satoru's :( also please tell me someone got the joke in the title

| gojo satoru *◞

the moment he opens the door to your shared apartment, he notices somethings up. you're sitting on the sofa, legs huddled to your chest as you look up at him. "hey you're back! how's your day been?" he noticed the slight shiver in your voice, the way your hands are dusting off whatever it is on your shirt.

"it's alright, could've been better if you were with me." he pouts, huffing as he plops on the sofa beside you. "what's up with you? everything ok?" he questions, a little teasing smile on his lips. "do you have constipation from how much you missed me while i was gone?" he laughs as you punch his shoulder, glaring at his stupid (good looking) face as he dramatically flops onto the other side of the sofa. "everything's fine, just ran into something... interesting today." if by interesting you meant meeting a poor abandoned kitten on the side walk then yes. it was interesting.

"oh? what was it?" he says, attempting to push his cold ass feet onto yours. "you're sleeping here tonight if you carry on like this." and he immediately retracts his toes, not without his signature pout on his face. "whats with the white stuff on your shirt?" he finally asks, he's noticed it as soon as he sat down beside me but he didn't want to spring the sudden question on you.

"okay, do you promise not to get mad at me?" that surely earned his attention. he sits up and tilts his head (like the cat you have that's inside your shared bedroom..) "why would i be? how could i ever be mad at this face??" he teases you as his hands cup your face, squishing your cheeks together. "i'm gonna kill you." you glare at him, whining as you try to escape from him. as you're almost about to kick your boyfriend, you both hear a certain meoooooow coming from your shared bedroom. "oh? is that what you were trying to hide?" and as soon as he was on you, he's off skipping towards the room. "satoru wait!!" you rush after him, you know he doesn't have any ill intentions but you're scared he might scare the poor kitten.

"how could you not tell me about this?!" you find him at the entrance to your room, you can tell he's smiling no matter how much his hands try to cover his face. the cat you found on the side wall while walking home today was sitting on your shared bed, specifically on satoru's side. "yea.. i couldn't just leave it out there. plus it even looks like you." he scoffs at the comparison, sure he and the cat shared the same white hair/fur but that doesn't mean anything! "aww so you thought of me?" he coos as you scoff at him, you both walk over to the little feline that's sitting on the bed. "i think it likes me, it's sitting on my side of the bed." he sticks his tongue out at you as you roll your eyes, yeah you wish.

he lets the kitten sniff his hand, your heart warms at the scene in front of you. pearly blue eyes peering into your partner's as it decides to nudge satoru's hand. "do you have a name in mind for them?" he asks you, hand busy stroking the kitten's head. "not at the moment, we still need to buy a litter box and food if we actually do decide to keep them." you sigh, thinking about the responsibilities of owning a feline. "it's okay, we'll work it out. how could you resist this face anyways?" you turn to your boyfriend who's holding the kitten up to look you straight in the eye.

"you two look identical." you laugh giving a kiss to satoru's forehead as you pet the newest addition to your humble home.

| geto suguru *◞

you swear you had no other choice but to take it in, the small little black kitten that's huddled on your lap right now. what else were you supposed to do with golden eyes piercing right through your very being?? (reminding you of a certain someone) you use a slightly damp cloth to clean the kitten's eyes up, making sure to softly rub it under its eyes. "i know i know, i wouldn't like this either if i were you." you tried comforting the poor thing, small whines slowly dying down as you stroke its head.

the little black ball of fur in your lap reminded you of your boyfriend. how you'd offer to help comb through his hair whenever he got frustrated with detangling it. you'd have to coo at suguru too to get him to stop his whining about how you were pulling too hard. just as you were about to put the damp cloth away, you heard your front door creak open. "oh shit shit shit shit shit. why is he home now???" you spend your first 5 seconds of shock looking at the door and the kitten that's currently on your shared bed.

"shh shh it's okay." you try your best to calm the kitten down before suguru can hear the meowing. honestly you don't even know why you're panicking but you feel like a child that's about to be scolded by their mother for bringing something into the house that they told you not to. you laugh a little at the thought of suguru being a mother.

"darling? you okay?" you can hear the very slight worry in his voice when you didn't respond to his 'hey i'm back' when he entered the door. "i'm in here!" you shout, trying your best to sweep off all the black fur that's made its way onto your shared bed. you've hidden the kitten (not really well....) inside the bathroom that's connected to your bedroom, you pray the kitten doesn't make its way to the frosted door that led inside it. "what's up?" he asks, looking around the bedroom as he stepped inside. "nothing! everything's fine, how was your day?" the unimpressed raise of suguru's eyebrow giggle nervously.

"what's that?" he turns his head towards the frosted door to your bathroom, the black silhouette of a kitten looks back at him. "well you see, it was a funny story.." you chuckle as you open the door. you start laughing a little when you see his eyes widen at the sight in front of him.

a kitten with jet black fur with glowing yellow eyes. he tilts his head a little and the kitten seems to follow along with him. he laughs a little at this. "looks just like me. where did you find them?" he ask, crouching down and extending his hand out to the feline.

"i found them at the park, well they kinda found me since they kept following me around until i reached the house." you confessed as you crouched down too, stroking the kitten's head as a way to encourage it to make its way to your boyfriend. you smile as the little black ball of fur sat right in front of suguru. the corners of suguru's mouth loosely tug upwards, his large hand gently petting the kitten in front of him.

you sit next to him, his arm wraps around your frame, pulling you closer. he kisses you softly, nuzzling his head into your neck. the kitten in front of you seemed to get the message, crawling cautiously into your lap.

guess you've got another cat to take care of now..

notes and reblogs are heavily appreciated !!

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader

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s0urw00lf · 5 months

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Two peas in a pack : Magic bullet

Stiles stilinski x reader

An: I knowwww it’s been a while… do what to say and this wasn’t even hard to write… no excuse. Anyway enjoy!

Scott Stiles and y/n were all sat in class as their teacher handed out test results. Stiles, who was sitting to y/ns right and behind Scott, tapped Scott on the shoulder getting his attention. "If Derek isn't the alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who is?" He asked, y/n nodded "Great question". Scott pondered for a second before answering "I don't know". Stiles sat back but quickly leaned forward again. "Did the alpha kill the bus driver?" He asked, and again Scott answered "I don't know" Stiles sat back again exhaling dramatically loudly, before leaning up again "Does Allison's dad know-" he said but was cut off by Scott "i dont know!" He said way louder, attracting the attention of the whole class momentarily. The teacher had finally reached the trio, y/n looked down at her paper and smiled at the circled A+ at the corner of her paper, she looked over to Stiles and he showed his that just read A. Y/n smirked when she showed hers, laughing at the way stiles face dropped. Y/n took a quick glimpse at Scott while smiling and her smile immediately dropped, making Stiles turn to look. His face mirrored y/ns shock. "Dude you need to study more" Stiles said jokingly "Yeah Scott I knew you were failing, but I didn't think it was this bad" y/n said going along with Stiles's teasing "Okay we’re joking. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up," stiles said trying to lift Scott's spirits, "He's right. Hey, I'll even help you study," Y/n said. Scott sighed "No it's okay, I'm studying with Allison today," Scott said nonchalantly. Stiles plastered a surprised expression on his face "That's my boy" he said making y/n groan. "We're just studying," Scott said shutting down what everyone knew Stiles was referring to. "Uh uh. No, you're not," he said pushing his case.

"No, I'm not?" Scot said questioningly. "Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to go I will have you de-balled" Stiles ranted. "Don't feel pressured Scott, it's nobody's fault Stiles can't get laid" y/n said, smirking when Stiles looked at her with one eye squinted. "Not like you can either y/n," he said arguing back. "Oh no I can, I just choose not to." She said widening her smirk. "Okay! Just stop with the questions man" Scott said interrupting the banter. "Done. No more questions... no more talk about the alpha or Derek. Especially Derek who still scares me." He said. As soon as y/n heard Stiles mention Derek y/n began to get an overwhelming sense that Derek was nearby. She immediately brushed it off not seeing how he'd be able to get in the school during school hours.

the school had just let out and y/n followed Stiles to his jeep and laughed as he happily jumped in. He pulled out and began to drive out of the parking lot but was abruptly stopped by a very sickly-looking Derek Hale standing in the middle of the road holding his hand up as if to say "Stop". " you gotta be kidding me this guy everywhere" "Ok seriously this guy’s everywhere" y/n said at the same time as stiles, as they looked around for Scott hearing honking from behind them. Scott ran up to the driver's side, then to Derek making both y/n and Stiles get out and do the same. "What are you doing here," Scott asked kneeling beside Derek. "I was shot" Derek replied with labored breaths. "He's not looking so good dude," Stiles said. "Why aren't you healing?" Y/n whispered yelled as she knelt as well. "I can't. It was a different kind of bullet." He answered. "A silver bullet?" Stiles asked. "No you idiot," Derek said glaring up at Stiles. Scott's eyes widened "Wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours," Scott said. "What? Who said 48 hours?" Derek asked. "the one who shot you" Scott answered. Just then Derek groaned and his eyes shifted to the glowing blue. Y/n looked around panicking making sure nobody was close enough to have seen it. "What are you doing? Stop that" she hissed. Derek shook his head "That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't." He growled breathlessly. "Derek. Get up!" Scott demanded.

The honking began to get more consistent. Scott lifted Derek as y/n opened the door before climbing into the back seat. "I need you to find the kind of bullet they used," Derek said as Scott closed the door to the jeep. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" He asked. "Because she's an argent, she's with them," he said. "Why should I help you?” Scott asked "Because you need me," Derek said, making y/n sigh. He was right and Scott knew it "Fine, I'll try. Hey get him out of here" Scott said to Stiles who had just gotten in the driver's seat. "I hate you so much for this," Stiles said through gritted teeth, before pulling off.

They'd been driving for about 30 minutes in silence and Stiles sighed picking up his phone to call Scott, he sighed even louder when he didn't answer, so he decided to text. 'Did you find it?' To which Scott replied 'need more time' making stile slam his phone on the seat, he looked over to Derek who had come out of his jacket "Hey try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?" He said. "Hey stiles ease up, he's shot," Y/n said, stiles again sighed "Fine. We're almost there anyway" he stated. "Almost where?" Derek asked. "Your house," Stiles said. "What? No, you can't take me there" Y/n sighed putting in her earbuds to not hear the two bicker, even when Stiles abruptly stopped the jeep. She thought it was best for them to sort out their differences.

Hours had passed and y/n groaned, they were parked on the side of the road and she was at the point now where she was aggravated. She got out of the car and dialed Scott's number. Surprised when he picked up

Y/n- Hello Scott it's me one of the two friends you so graciously forgot about that is sitting with the dying wolf... where the hell are you!?

Scott- I'm sorry they made me stay for dinner, where are you?

Y/n - parked on the side of the road. Where we have been for going on 2 hours!

She said getting back in the car, holding her phone out for Stiles to take

Stiles - what are we supposed to do with him?!

Scott- take him somewhere. Anywhere!

Stiles- and by the way he's starting to smell

Scott- Like what

Stiles- Like death

Scott- ok, take him to the animal clinic

Stiles- What about your boss

Scott- He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster

Stiles sighed "You’re not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you,” he said handing Derek the phone

Derek- Did you find it?

Scott- How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is like the freaking Walmart of guns

Derek- If you don't find it, then I'm dead, alright?

Scott- I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing

Derek- Then think about this the alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet.

Derek hung up the phone and handed it back to y/n. Stiles started the jeep and they began on their merry way to the animal clinic. "Isn't it ironic we're taking an injured werewolf to an animal clinic?" y/n said with a laugh. "Don't forget you were bitten too" Derek huffed. Y/n made eye contact with Stiles through the mirror and smiled

They arrived at the clinic and Stiles unlocked the door, Derek plopped down on the animal food, y/n got a message from Scott "Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Y/n asked Derek. "It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring it to me" he said. "Why?" Stiles asked. Derek looked Stiles dead in the face "Because I'm gonna die without it". Y/n sighed a little more panicked she texted Scott with urgency 'You need to get here NOW'

Y/n followed Derek and Stiles through to the operation room. Derek discarded his shirt to which y/n's eyes widened and quickly looked away, and Stiles was quick to look over to see y/n's reaction.

The wound looked horrible if y/n was being honest, "You know that doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles said making y/n shake her head. "When the infection reaches my heart it'll kill me." Derek panted. "You know you really know how to be optimistic," y/n said sarcastically. Both y/n and Stiles watched as Derek rummaged through the drawers and cabinets obviously in search of something. “If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time, I have a last resort,” he said. “Which is?” Stiles asked. The pair stared at Derek as he pulled out some sort of electric saw “You’re gonna cut off my arm.” Derek answered. This shocked the room into silence as y/n and Stiles racked their brains for something to say. “Oh my god! What if you bleed to death?” Stiles exclaimed. “It’ll heal if it works,” Derek said through clenched teeth as he tied a band around the bicep of his wounded arm. “I can't do this” y/n muttered as she turned away from Derek gagging. stiles nodded his head “Look, I don’t know if I can do this” Stiles explained, sounding like he was trying his best to hold back a gag.

“Why not?” Derek asked, still tying the band. “Well because of the cutting through the flesh-“ “the sawing of the bone!” “And the blood!” “Especially the blood.” Y/n and Stiles said bouncing off each other’s sentences. “Derek sighed dropping his arm onto the table “You faint at the sight of blood?” Derek asked grunting. “No, but we might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!” Stiles said, making y/n nod along. “Yeah no I can't I’m sorry Derek,” Y/n said. “Alright fine. Either you cut off my arm or I'm gonna cut off your head.” Derek said to Stiles. “Okay, you know what? I'm so not buying your threats-“Stiles was cut off by Derek grabbing his shirt and slamming him to the table “All right, bought, sold, totally, I’ll do it” Stiles rambled.

Y/n groaned “You’re an ass sometimes you know that?” She said to Derek “But I'll pass you this time because you’re dying” Y/n said before Derek leaned over and puked some sort of black substance right at his feet “Holy god, what the hell is that!?” “Jesus, I just might projectile vomit,” y/n said gagging while turning away from Derek for the second time tonight. “It’s my body trying to heal itself,” Derek said “Well it isn’t doing a good job,” Y/n said moving towards Stiles. “Now. You gotta do it now.” Derek said to Stiles. But y/n's ears picked up something unusual. The fast breathing of someone coming closer to the clinic, but how could she hear that? How all of a sudden. She heard something drop and hurried footsteps “Guys I think Scott’s here. Y/n muttered “Stiles? Y/n?”. Y/n's head shot up towards the door, she was right. Scott popped through the doorway seeing Stiles holding the saw to Derek’s arm “What the hell are you doing?” Scott almost yelled. Stiles let out a relieved chuckle “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.” Stiles said. “Did you get it?” Derek asked. Scott hurriedly dug the bullet out of his pocket and gave it to Derek. “What are you gonna do with it?” Y/n asked “I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” Derek panted before he fell to the ground passed out and dropped the bullet. Scott hurriedly chased after it while Stiles and y/n worked on waking him up.

Y/n tuned out the yelling as she thought, but only one option came to mind. “We have to hit him. Hard” Stiles looked at her as if she was crazy “It's the only way, we don’t have that salt here, we don’t know what to do with the bullet so we can't do it ourselves.” Y/n rushed “We have to hit him”. Stiles looked down at Derek “Please don't kill me for this” he said before he punched Derek square in the face. “Ow, god” Stiles hissed as he shook his hand in pain, Derek had woken up. “Give me,” he said softly as Scott handed them the bullet, and y/n and Stiles helped him up. Derek quickly got to work biting the tip off the bullet and emptying the powder before lighting it on fire, a blue smoke emitted from the substance. He wiped the powder from the table into his hand as he took a breather before pouring it into the bullet wound making him yell out in agony, as he fell to the ground still yelling the trio watched grimacing at his yells of pain, but their wasn’t much they could do. They watched as the wound quickly healed, “that was AWESOME!” Stiles cheered pumping his fist in the air “Are you okay?” Y/n asked. “Aside from the agonizing pain,” Derek remarked. Making y/n roll her eyes “I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health” Stiles said making Derek glare at him. “Okay, we saved your life, which means you’re gonna leave us alone,” Scott said, y/n groaned and walked away muttering “I’ve had enough testosterone for one day”.

She situated herself in the waiting room of the clinic, now able to fully focus on how her body was changing. Her muscles are more defined, she’s hearing better, and if she were to guess she's stronger too, which means the bite did take effect and she’s turned. But into what? She asked herself before Derek walked passed her and out of the clinic with Scott following. She watched them leave wondering where they were going. Stiles soon walked into the waiting room, joining y/n. “where are they going?” Y/n asked softly. Stiles shrugged “Something about the argents, I don’t know,” he said. Y/n smiled “he really is whipped,” Y/n said looking at Stiles, almost lovingly. Stiles chuckled returning her stare “Yeah, he is” he said, not breaking the stare. The atmosphere began to get tense, both wondering if the other felt the same. Y/n was the first to break the eye contact, chuckling “We should lock up” she said looking anywhere but at Stiles. “Yeah,” he agreed. So they got to work cleaning Derek’s puke first then locking up around the clinic, making sure to leave it as they found it. The pair got in Stiles's jeep and drove home, the atmosphere wasn’t exactly tense but it was too much for y/ns liking. It didn’t take long for her to build up the courage to grab Stiles's hand. Stiles whipped his head towards y/n and stared in shock. Y/n laughed “Eyes on the road you big goof, and close your mouth, you're gonna catch flies,” she said, and Stiles nodded turning back towards the road but squeezing her hand just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming when he felt her squeeze back his heart soared over the moon.

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raginglesbian2006 · 2 months

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I just read your Alastor x an overlord reader and it was literally amazing!!! I was wondering if you could do husk x an overlord reader next?

My first Husk fic! To be honest, I was hesitant to write this one since I ship him with Angel so much but I decided to give it a try anyway!

Hope you enjoy it!!

Husk with an overlord! reader

Ok, so you met him when he was an overlord as well

He, of course, beat you quite spectacularly at a game of cards. It impressed you, to be honest

Slowly, the two of you formed a friendship- him giving you some of the souls he'd win from gambling and you gifting him the finer luxuries of life, with booze, obviously.

Safe to say, both your love languages were gift-giving

So it surprised you when he suddenly stopped talking to you

You tried approaching him quite a lot, but he brushed you off, not looking you in the eye

Soon, you'd start hearing rumors about Husk selling his soul away to none other than....the radio demon

Your hands clutched around nothing. That bastard.

Seeing as he was now bound to the ever-grinning overlord, it wouldn't be until the Hazbin Hotel popped up that you were able to see your dear friend again

When you were made aware of the fact that the radio demon had started sponsoring the hotel, you knew that's where you would find Husk

And right, you were

He looked...dead. As if all the life was sucked from his being- never mind the fact that everyone in hell was in fact, not alive. Your dead heart ached at his miserable state

He hadn't noticed you when you walked into the establishment, greeted by the princess of hell herself. Your eyes stayed fixated on him, trying to get him to notice you without saying a word

Alastor materialized in front of you, his face stuck in a permanent grin

"Why, it is a surprise seeing you here, dear. Don't tell me you want to sponsor this hotel as well?"

Oh, how you wished you could punch this motherfucker. You could, it's just that you didn't want a fight to break out in front of Husk. He would probably scold you after.

"Alastor," you acknowledged him, "Rest assured, this fine establishment is all yours for the keeping. I am here for... other purposes."

Hearing your voice ring through the lobby, Husk stopped cleaning the glasses and looked at you. You were still talking to Alastor, but if looks could kill, the radio demon would've been dead by now.

After Alastor disappeared, the princess of hell excitedly introduced you to everyone, although you didn't need much of an introduction.

You approached Husk soon after and sat down in front of the bar. He didn't meet your eyes

"Husk," you greeted. He mumbled out your name in response.

The silence persisted and your annoyance grew.

"How have you been?" you asked.

"Just peachy," he replied, dryly.

"You know if I didn't care for you that much I would probably have already hung you upside down and tortured you till you spoke to me properly."

At this, Husk chuckled a little and finally met your eyes.

"It's nice to see you too"

Sensing your worry, he continued, "You don't need to worry about me. As you see, I'm doin' just fine."

"You say that as if you haven't sold your soul to the radio demon," your voice rose a bit.

Husk grumbled a little under his breath, "You don't know anything."

"Then tell me," you emphasized, "If you were that downtrodden on your luck, you could've just told me. I would've helped you out! You know I would've.

"Can we not do this right now?" Husk gritted his teeth, his angry eyes staring you down.

You huffed and relented, "As long as you promise, you're gonna talk about this with me, later." He agreed.

When no one was around, he told you about how he struck a deal with Alastor as a last resort, after having lost souls through gambling game after game. His reasoning for not talking to you about his struggles was that he didn't want to see him like that. Like he was struggling to stay afloat.

You didn't say anything. The only thing in your head was how you could help him get out of his situation now.

The rest of your day together was spent relishing in good memories, bonding over drinks, and ended with him beating you in a game of cards, again.

Before he retired for the night, you called out to him, "You know I would do anything to help you, you just need to ask."

Husk chuckled, "I know. I know. But I'm fine as long as I get to see you again."

From the corner of your eye, you saw a shadow. You turned around to see who it was, finding an empty corridor instead. You shrugged it off.

After helping Husk settle into his room and rest for the night, you disappeared with a click of your fingers.

A shadowy figure approached the radio demon. It slithered up to him and whispered to him whatever it saw and heard.

"Interesting..." Alastor's eyes lit up and his grin grew menacingly, "Interesting, indeed."

A/N: This turned out to be a whole ass fic lmao.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #husk x reader #husk x overlord!reader

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gemini-sensei · 5 months

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Baby | Hawk Moskowitz x Teen Mom!Reader, Part 2

Ft. Johnny Lawrence ● Part One ●

Tagged: @devilslittlebabyxx, @imjustme-n

A/N: here it is. I did this instead of filming myself giving a speech so yeah. Might do a part 3 if people wanna see that. lmk ok bye <3

The next time Hawk came to training, it was oddly quiet. His friends were acting weird and his senseis were tense. Though it wasn't unusual for Mr. LaRusso to glare at the back of Sensei Lawrence's head, Hawk knew that his friends were being strange. They were giving each other looks and whispering to each other. At one point he was sure he heard Demetri seething at Robby about how "your dad has gotten into your head!"

For the most part, Hawk ignored them. He had too much on his mind to pay attention to their weird antics anyway. Besides, his birthday was coming up, so he brushed it off as something having to do with that.

His mind was occupied with thoughts of his girlfriend. He'd been helping her much more lately now that she had finally moved into her own place with her baby daughter. He'd helped her stock the fridge and pantry, watched her daughter while she showered and got ready in the morning, and helped her unpack her new place. It was a lot to adjust to and he didn't like that she was trying to do it all on her own, so he was there. She didn't have to do it alone anymore.

Part of him was still amazed by her strength and determination; it wasn't easy being a single, young mom to an infant, especially in today's economy. And her daughter, who was the most adorable baby ever, was still struggling to sleep through the night now that they had moved. He stayed the night to help out because to be so strong, Mama needed her rest too. Plus, he wanted to be there for her because he loved her so much. He also loved her daughter.

As they finished up their round of drills, he took a seat and drank some water. Their next course of action would be sparring and then he could go to Reader's apartment to spend the evening with her.

It was at this time he noticed his friends flocked together, whispering again. The more they did it, the more he didn't like it. However, before anything could be said or done, his phone rang.

It was Reader. Her caller ID popped up, a picture of her and her baby showing up and making him smile.

He answered immediately. "Hey, babe."

"Eli," her worried voice came through the phone and he was put on high alert. "My car won't start. I need you to come jump-start it, please."

If he had been holding anything else, he would have literally dropped it and left. He was on his feet in a flash and grabbing his bag. "Okay, don't worry, I'm on my way."

He didn't notice the way his friends and senseis were looking at him. How they made note of his sudden desire to leave. They weren't his concern though.

"Oh my gosh, thank you," Reader said. He heard the relief in her voice and it helped him, but she was still stranded somewhere. Then she started talking to her baby, who was likely on her hip. "You hear that, baby girl? Eli's gonna come help us."

At hearing his name, Reader's daughter squealed and clapped her hands. She loved him and knew him by name already, always excited when she heard he was coming over. It melted his heart.

"Where are you two?"

"Doctor's office," Reader said. "No one has any jumper cables, can you believe that?"

"Well, no one has as old a car as you do," he lightly joked.

She gasped playfully. "Old Reliable isn't that old."

He hummed. "Yeah, that's what you said last time when you told me that was your mom's car in high school, and yet here we are."

He dug through his duffle bag for his keys.

"I'll be there soon, okay?"

He heard her smile as she spoke. "Okay. Love you. Mwah!"

"Mwah!" her daughter did in the background.

"Love you, too," Hawk said and hung up the phone. He slipped it into his pocket, still looking for his keys. "Dammit, where'd they go?"

Mr. LaRusso walked up to him curiously. "Something wrong, Hawk?"

He looked up, a little apprehensive to share. "Uh, yeah. I gotta go. Now if only I could find my keys."

"Everything okay? Anything we can help you with?" Sam asked as she walked over. She looked all too curious for his liking and he cursed the LaRussos for being so kind and helpful because it made them snoop into everyone else's business.

"No, I don't need any help," he said, throwing his bag down to look inside of it. However, instead of anything helpful happening, it turned over and his change of clothes fell out with several other items.

Including Baby Girl's rattle.

It rolled across the patio loudly.

"I knew it!" Sensei Lawrence shouted.

Daniel turned to the man, who was pointing an accusatory finger at Hawk. "Johnny, please!"

"No, man, I was right!" He looked so smug and Hawk was so confused. "Now you have to admit that I was right, LaRusso."

"I can't believe this," Miguel said. Demetri was standing beside him with a look of disbelief. "How could you not tell us?"

"What are you talking about?" Hawk asked, grabbing the rattle and tossing it back into his bag. Reader's daughter loved throwing her toys into his bags, probably a ploy to make him have to come over and return them. At the bottom of the bag, he found his keys. "Aha."

"We're talking your baby," Sam said, using that tone that said 'obviously.'

Robby added, "And the girlfriend you didn't tell us about. At all."

Hawk turned to look at them with a furrowed brow, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and collected his thoughts. "Okay, I think I know the problem all of you have had all day now." He looked at his friends and senseis with a slightly annoyed look but tried to keep a level head. "Yes, I have a girlfriend I didn't tell you about. I didn't tell you about her because she has a baby. Not my baby but I do help take care of her when Reader gets overwhelmed."

Johnny visibly deflated at this news. Then he stupidly asked, "You sure it's not your kid?"

"I met her after she had her daughter," Hawk nearly shouted. She grabbed his bag, held onto his keys tightly, and huffed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go jump-start Reader's car. Ask me all your questions later and let me go."

He walked to the front of Miyagi-Do without another word, leaving his closest friends, his other teammates, and Sensei Lawrence in a stupor. Then Miguel and Demetri shared a smile.

"I knew he wouldn't keep something like that from us," Miguel said.

Johnny looked at them. "Oh yeah? Then why didn't he tell us to begin with?"

Tory groaned. "Oh my god. You're all big idiots, letting something like this blind you to the truth. He didn't tell us because that's none of his business to tell! Grow a brain why don't you."

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thebearer · 9 months

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I know u have a billion requests but I'm dying fir a carmy x reader where she goes into labor

i have one here with willow but i'll write a first time one too with teddy!

Carmen knew it was coming soon, which is why he hovered. Why he rarely let you be alone, the thought of him missing it or something happening made him sick. Tina and Sugar both told him it was a long process, there's no way he'd miss it, but he was still anxious. Worried about a lot of things, thoughts that kept him up at night. Would he be a good dad? Would the birth go ok? What if something happens to the baby? What if something happens to you? What if he gets in a wreck on the way home? What if the baby died in her sleep?

Thoughts that had him throwing up all hours of the night. Your morning sickness was traded in for his own, worrying himself to the point he was sure he had an ulcer.

The phone rang, a Tuesday in August. Still sunny and warm, but with the golden glow that hinted fall was coming soon. Carmen was so busy, trying to approve the new seasonal menu, and for a moment his mind had slipped of all those anxieties. Until he heard your voice.

"I think I'm in labor."

"You think?" Carmen barked, harsher than he meant it to, a wave of guilt flooding over him. "What-What-What do you mean think? Are you ok?"

"Well, my water just broke." You frowned, looking at the puddled under your swollen belly. You paused, a hesitation laying thick in the air between the two of you over the line. "I think it's time."

Carmen was a wreck, swerving and punching the gas in and out of Chicago traffic to get the the brownstone, parking up on the sidewalk, HOA be damned.

You were calm, eerily calm to him, as he threw your bags, all your birthing things into the car, carefully helping you in. "Fuck!" Carmen huffed, hitting his horn for the third time in five minutes.

You gripped the side of the door, trying to breathe like your birthing coach taught you. "Carmy, please." You sighed, regulating your own heart rate. "Stop honking at people before we get shot."

"I'm just... Fuck, you know you think these fuckers would see hazard lights on and move, but everyone's so goddam stupid-"

"Carmen," You grabbed his hand lightly, thumb gliding over his inked fingers calmly. "Just relax. I haven't even really started having contractions, ok? We'll have time." How was it you were in labor and you were the one comforting Carmen? He felt like a jagoff, could practically hear Mikey and Richie's chorusing voices calling him that.

"I'm sorry." Carmen muttered, slumping back into the seat. "I'm just... I'm really fuckin' scared." His knee bounced, hand twitching towards the Spirit's in the center console. It was muscle memory, to reach for the cigarettes when he was anxious. He chose the gum instead, trying his best to cut back for when the baby was here. In case she'd have asthma or something else, and he just didn't want to teach her bad habits.

He wanted to be better. Be better.

Sometimes he wondered if his parents ever had ambitions like that. To be better, do better for their kids. If they did, they didn't stick.

"I know you are." You cooed lightly, running a hand through his damp curls, sweat accumulating at his hair line already. "You're gonna be a good dad, you know that?"

"I hope," Carmen smacked the gum with a shake of his head.

"I know." You beamed at him. "You already do so much for her anyways, and she's not even here, Carmy." He didn't say anything, just kept a white knuckled grip on the wheel, his free holding your hand.

"The only thing you'll be bad at is saying no to her, Carm. I already know that. You're too much of a softy." You giggled, poking him lightly in his bicep.

Carmen's lips twitched, the hints of a smile on his lips. You could feel the wave of a contraction, not overwhelming but uncomfortable, squeezing Carmen's hand lightly, shifting in pain. "What? Are you ok? You good?" Carmen's eyes darted from you to the road.

"Just a little contraction. I'm fine." You sighed gently, rubbing your free hand over the spot you could feel Teddy kicking. "They're still pretty spaced out, so we've got a while."

Carmen let out a shuddered breath, lips quipping in a smile. "She's takin' her time, already? We're doomed. She's gonna be just like her Mama. Late for everything."

You gasped, hitting his shoulder lightly. "And here I was being nice to you!" You bit back a smile. "I am not late for everything. I'm on time for the important stuff. Just late for the things I don't want to go to."

"Signing our marriage license?" Carmen lifted a brow. "You didn't want to do that-"

"-No, no, no! You dressed up and I looked like a bum, so I had to get ready!" You countered lightly, jabbing a finger at him.

"I didn't dress up! I wore jeans-"

"-And a nice button down. Not a t-shirt? That's dressing up, Carm, and you know it." You frowned at him. "I had a pair of bike shorts on."

"And you looked hot in them." Carmen grinned, eyes glinting when he looked at you, making you blush, heat rushing to your cheeks and chest. Your own nerves settling, your own what-ifs and fears of giving birth, of being a mother in general.

"Looked better in the dress." Carmen added, lifting your hand to kiss the back of your knuckles. You rolled your eyes lightly, heart fluttering. The white sundress you'd put on, patterned with a floral print but the only white dress you owned, and Carmen had swooned. Flipped it up and fucked you in the back seat after you'd signed it.

"Surprised I didn't get pregnant after that." You grinned, breath hitching at another contraction, dull but stronger this time.

Carmen's eyes cut to yours, thumb running over your knuckles at the pressure. "Can't believe we're having a baby." Carmen muttered, flicking on the turn signal, the hospital in sight.

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adissonswifey · 10 months

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Cover your cough.

Addison Montgomery x f!reader.

Being on Addison's Montgomery service is not an easy job. Especially when you have to look for her all over the hospital. Unfortunately Seattle Grace has a lot of good hiding spots.

"Hey, have you seen Dr. Montgomery?" You asked one of the nurses.

"No, sorry." She replied and rolled her eyes.

"Okay, thanks."

You like most of the nurses, they're really nice and very helpful but some of them are horrible. For example, this one, her name is Bria and she's a pain in the ass. Which makes you sad because you've always been really nice to her, unlike other residents.

You had been looking for her for an hour already, You really thought that Bailey wanting to get rid of you, did not mention that Addison had taken time off. Just when you were really about to give up you walked into one of the one-call rooms. You sat down on the bed that faced the couch and saw pink scrubs you've been looking for.

"There you are, I've been searching for you all day Dr. Montgomery," you mumbled. "Oh, are you okay?"

She didn't look like she was ok. She was sitting leaning on the couch and almost melting.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, y/n," she replied.

You walked up to her and put your hand on her forehead. You had never seen an attending in such a state. Especially her. You've never seen her like that.

"Shit, you're burning up and I'm pretty sure that white paint has more color than your face. You're not okay, Addison. You're sick," you gasped. "Come on, I'll drive you home." You stuck out your hand.

"No, y/n. You have patients, you can't just leave. I'm gonna be fine." She protested trying to get up.

"No, come on. Lay on the bed or you can stay on the couch, whatever you feel comfortable with and I'll go to the chief and tell him that you're sick and that I'm the only one who's going to drive you home. You stay here."

As you said, so you did. You went to the chief and explained to him that you were currently on Addison's service and actually weren't busy at the time. At first he didn't like the idea, but when you started talking about how dangerous it was for her patients to stay, he quickly succumbed. Also, you bought water and a sandwich because she looked like she needed energy.

"Okay, I'm back. Do you want a sandwich? Water?" She nodded her head no. "Addison, drink this at least and don't argue with me." She finally gave in. "Are you in any pain? Anything I could look into?"

"My stomach hurts a little bit," she muttered.

"Lift your shirt up."

"No, y/n. That's fine, I'm fine."

"Stop being so stubborn, please let me help you. You finally have a chance to see how good I am." She smirked. "Now come on, lift your shirt a little bit."

You examined her abdomen and also did an ultrasound to be safe. Everything looked fine. But you could tell she was in pain, and you don't quite know why, but you felt a strange feeling in your chest. When you finally made it to your car you breathed a sigh of relief. You knew that at this point her only option was to go with you. I mean, after all, she was already in the car anyway.

It was the first time you were in the apartment of any attending, well, maybe not counting the fact that Derek practically lived in the house you lived. You climbed the stairs and soon found yourselves in a cozy apartment. You told Addison to sit on the couch and covered her with a blanket right off the bat. She looked innocent, almost like a baby.

"Why are you doing this?" You heard her raspy voice behind you.

"Huh?"

"You're nice to me and you've always been, even when you found out about me and Mark. Even when I was hard on you. I mean, I get that you're a doctor too so you help people, but just... why are you helping me?"

You couldn't hide the fact that you just cared. Fact, Addison did stupid things in life, as we all do, but that didn't make her a bad person. Besides, you started to have a little crush on her from the first time you saw her, and on top of that you became something like friends and she was really close to you. You understood each other.

"I just care about you," you responded and turned around to look at her. "Okay look, this is probably not a very good time to tell you this but... I kinda have a crush on you?" You made a weird face. "I didn't tell you anything because this whole thing with Derek and then Mark was hard on you, but yeah I have a crush on you, maybe something even more than a crush. Also we're friends, really good friends so stop asking me these ridiculous questions," you explained.

"You have a crush on me?" Her eyes widened.

"God, sorry I didn't mean to make you... Look, we don't have to do anything about it. I'll be fine. Just forget it." You smiled awkwardly.

Couple days later...

"You finally told her?" Mer asked and took a bite of her fries, you covered your face with your hands.

"That wasn't the plan but yeah I did. God, I'm so embarrassed." You laughed.

"Was she shocked?" Alex asked.

"Pretty much, yeah."

"You're right, this is dumb. She's practically you're boss." Cristina shrugged her shoulders.

"You're acting like you didn't screwd an attending yourself." You rolled your eyes and she just raised her hands in defense.

You're pager went off. You looked at it. It said 211 which meant that Addison paged you. You looked up at everyone's faces, most of them smirked.

"Is that your lover?" Izzie teased you.

"I hate you all, I have to go." You got up from the table and headed toward Addison's office.

You felt like you was going to throw up. You haven't seen her for a few days, after you left her apartment that day you couldn't go back. You felt stupid. You told her, you told her you felt something and she just sat there looking at you so you left as soon as you could. You didn't want to make things awkward between you, you had already passed that stage when Addison found out that your friend was Meredith.

You stood in front of the door urging yourself to knock, and when you finally worked up the courage you almost ran out of there.

"Hey, you paged me," you said looking into the office.

She was sitting at her desk, looking much better than a few days earlier. Although overall she always looked good which was unfair.

"Can we, ummm... talk about what happened?" She asked looking at you with a slight site of embarrassment in her eyes.

"Oh, sure. Why not?" you said ironically. "So I told you I have a crush and you looked at me like I was crazy, then I felt like I actually was, so I left and been avoiding you since then."

She stood up from the desk and faced you. You both breathed loudly.

"I didn't look at you like you were crazy!"

"You know when was the last time I said I liked someone!?" Now you both raised your voices. "What are you doing?" you asked confused when she came so close that you could feel her breath on your face.

"Would you just stand still?" She asked and came close enough that your lips touched in a kiss.

At that moment you thought you could fly. Your knees bent under you as soon as her hands reached your hair. God she kissed so well. Her lips were softer than anything you've ever known. It was sweet, effortlessly sweet. You wrapped your arms around her waist, her hands were in your hair. You lost yourself in her.

You break the kiss. You felt dizzy. You swear you could still feel her lips on yours. You were breathless for a moment, the silence was now filled only by your breathing.

"You..." you whispered.

"I didn't know what to say, y/n. I've never been with a woman... It's just so confusing because, I would know what I should've done that day, if you were a man but you're not and... I like you, I never even thought about falling in love with a woman. It's just... You're so caring, beautiful, smart... I..." Her eyes were running all over the room.

"Look at me," you breathed. Her blue eyes finally looked straight into yours. "God your eyes are so beautiful." You ran your thumb over her cheek. "We don't have to rush anything. Baby steps, okay?" you asked her and she nodded.

"Baby steps." She bit her lip. "Now, please kiss me." You smirked and pulled her closer to finally put your lips in a long kiss.

#addison forbes montgomery #addison montgomery #addison montgomery x reader #greys anatomy #oneshot

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forestshadow-wolf · 3 months

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It's raining, ghost idly notes. Technically he should be focusing on the field briefing that they're getting, but they'd already gooten one when assigned, one before they left base, and one on the plane ride here. So really, they're just talking in cirlces now.

Price is at the front of the table explaining the plan, which they have to wait four hours to even begin acting on, standing next to the open laptop showing all the documents they need.

Gaz is trying very poorly to act like he's listening. Poorly because he's been flicking wadded up pieces of paper at price (who is ignoring it pretty well)

Ghost usually doesn't sit during briefings, he gets distracted, so he takes up a spot by the wall.

But soap, uncharacteristically is also leaning up against the wall next to him. Usually he playing footsies.with gaz across the table, but not today.

Price is still droning on about the mission blah blah blah, ok well not blah blah blah but it's nothing he hasn't already memorized.

He watches soap squeeze tightly at his knee again, for the third time in the last 20 minutes, as far as he cam reach without making it obvious. Ghost also notes that he's stiffer than usual.

He leans into soap's space just a bit, "you 'kay?" He whispers. Soap nods almost imperceptibly.

"Yeah, why?" He hisses.

"It's just... you know you can sit down right?" He says, gesturing slightly to the 3 open chairs at the table. One of which would normally be occupied by a certain scot anyway.

"Yea- I knoe tha', I chose to stand for a reason."

"Well- I was jus' sayin', ya look uncomfortable, s' all."

"I am, tha's why I'm standing."

"Yeah, 'cus that makes sense-"

"Are you two done arguing yet?" Price cuts in. Soap looks just as chastised as Ghost feels, which... is really only enough to fake it.

"Yes, sir." They both respond, and peice goes back to his rambling.

The meeting ends soon enough, and they're finally released to get ready or whatever they need to do.

"You sure you’re okay, johnny?" Ghost catches a stiff legged soap just before he leaves.

"Aye, s' rain s'all" Ghost isn't really sure what that has to do with anything, and he says as much. "I fucked up my knee a few years ago, it's fine now, the rain just makes it act up a little. Something Something low pressure atmosphere, basic science, I think."

"Okay, well you know you could sit down. Would probably help." Ghost suggests... again

"Yeah and I'll not stand up again, not with this wanker" soap snorts at him, referring to his knee. Ghost frowns.

"Well... anything I can do to help?", soap shifts from one foot to the other.

"Not unless you got me some new knees. It's fine, Ghost, I'm still mission ready if that's what you're worried about. I actually had to redo the fitness tests once I healed up just to make sure I could still do my job."

"..."

"What?" Soap shifts hsi weight again

"... that's really.. not what I was asking about."

"Aye, well- what do you brits say- 'cheers, mate' I'm fine. Swear it."

"And that's why you're limping around?" Sure, maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but it's not technically inaccurate.

"I'm no' 'limping' around, and even if I was it's hardly noticeable. Why do you even care so much, it's no' you're problem." Soap sasses back.

"Well, I'd like to help if I can-"

"How? You gonna shout it outta me? There ain't shite you can do for it. Just leave it be, aye?"

"... fine, but I can help if you let me."

"Aye, I'll keep that in mind, thanks." And then he was walking away, off to do whatever he need to do before their mission.

Ghost makes a note to himself to ask about it again after they're back on base.

#john soap mactavish #soap's bad knee #knee problems #weather induced knee problems #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #el rambles

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arikazu · 30 days

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Tiger inside | Lee know

Plot: you met your favorite idol at a club after some late night talks with him him didn't knew you would end up in his bed.

Warning : oral sex , rough sex, unprotected sex, minor don't interact I don't what I did. Sleep deprived author

the smell of alcohol is not a pleasant scent, even when you are used to it by now. The stench makes my nose twitch as I try to focus on what's going on in front of me. I'm currently sitting on a park bench across the street from the nightclub. This is an unfortunate place for me to be, but that’s how things go sometimes when you are in an unknown country.

Korea was your dream country once upon a time. You never thought you'd end up here, but here you were, stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no way to contact anyone.

a young man who looked a year older than you. his face was covered in a mask and his perfume smelled so strong that it made your head spin. he sat down next to you and held a bottle of beer to your lips. "I know what you're like," he said before drinking half the bottle himself. "I can see it in your eyes that you have no idea where you are

He sounded observant enough, despite his words being muffled by his mask. "it's ok, I don't blame you." He took a long sip of the beer and continued, "When I first came here I didn't know anything at all. i "

you sighed "I am y/n and I am new in Korea"

"Minho" He mumbled before turning back into the night. He had dark brown hair that fell perfectly onto his forehead. His face was almost handsome in its own right, with sharp features. his eyes were dark as if they hid something. You couldn't see them clearly because he wore sunglasses that kept falling off his nose. "it's Minho" he corrected you

You smiled.

minho frowned and said, "What is the point of being nice to me?" "I know nothing about you"

You laughed nervously and fumbled around for a good answer. he leaned against his hand "You're probably gonna hate me soon anyway"

You tilted your head "Why do you think that?" "I don't mean to be rude, but you look kinda weird"

Minho smirked "Maybe it's because I am an idol" You blinked. "You're an idol?" "Yeah" his smirk faded and he looked away from you your eyebrows knit together "Do… Do I know you from somewhere?"

His expression was blank as he stared into the distance you asked him again "Lee Minho?"

he nodded and you got him right in his eyes this time. his gaze seemed to look through you, searching for something that wasn't there. a shiver ran down your spine, but the heat in the air prevented you from sweating. Hiß eyes turned towards the direction of the club and his smirk reappeared.

"how about this I help you ease this stress." He stood up and offered his hand to you. You hesitated at first until he put his other hand on his hip. "I can assure you that you will get over the awkwardness soon, so why not just take advantage of this situation"

You shook his hand "Ok"

the night began with a lot more questions than answers. How did you get to Seoul? Why were you in korea? Where were you coming from? Who was your family? And most importantly, did you feel safe with him? Minho was the epitome of cool while answering questions, but also slightly scary to you since he would sometimes stare holes into your soul.

Minho was someone who was like a cat . He was quiet and mysterious, but the moment he opened his mouth he would start talking. It was like some kind of cat instinct. He was the cat you wanted to pet when you were little, even though it terrified you. you could trust him even though you hadn't talked for hours. The more you spoke with him, however, the more your confidence rose.

Even when he answered your question, he answered it confidently, like everything was simple. He was a mystery wrapped up with one very attractive package. he made you smile and felt comfortable with him. you were sure there was a story behind everything he did. It seemed so simple, but it was not The first thing you noticed about him was his eyes.

Minho came closer to you "so you are a fan of stray kids?"

You shrugged "No, not really"

He chuckled "Oh, I see"

Minho pulled you inside a alley way between two buildings. you could faintly hear music from within the house, making you slightly excited. he walked you to a door that had no handle or lock. He grabbed your wrist lightly and pushed the door open "It's unlocked, follow me."

You stepped through the threshold, and your jaw dropped. Inside there were rooms littered with purple and blue light .

"this is my secret place," said Minho. "it serves as a haven for me. when I am tired of the world outside, I come here."

"Minho why did you bring me here since it's a secret place"

"Y/n You are not my fan so it is easier to trust you"

His words were honest. He meant every word of them. You wondered how people could dislike such a person.

You asked, "Do you come here often?"

He shrugged "Just this week or so"

You sat on the couch Minho brought you a wine glass filled to the rim with clear liquid. you drank it eagerly.

"How does it taste?" he asked

"It tastes great" you replied honestly "Where did you get it? It smells like you"

Minho looked tipsy "Me? I bought it from a friend"

He finished his drink and then sat next to you. he placed one of his arms around your shoulder

"You seem a little scared" Minho murmured into your ear. his fingers slid into your hair softly and gently massaged your scalp. your mind went blissfully blank for a few minutes.

"I used to like your music" you confessed. Minho looked surprised. his eyes softened and he pressed closer to you. his breathing became laboured. you tried to ignore his body pressing against yours. instead, you concentrated on his voice.

It took you several moments to realize that he was asking you a question. "I used to like all your songs," you said.

"My bias was chan and you" Minho grinned and his eyes sparkled. he rested his chin on your head your cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. you felt like he was invading your personal space. you needed to pull away and stop letting him touch you so casually. but you weren't ready. you liked feeling his hands on you. you liked touching him. he was warm and soft like cotton.

"then why did you stop liking me i mean stray kids" You froze. the question was completely unexpected. You were expecting the worst. you didn't want to tell him how you truly felt about his song choice. You didn't want to reveal your feelings about his music. you couldn't stand to see his happiness shatter in front of you, but now that he's already asked you about it….there wasn't much point in lying

"I grew out of kpop when I learned what kpop idols go through just to please their fans" you muttered. "So you're saying you didn't find my music interesting?"

"no I did it's just…" you paused as you considered the best way to say it. "I grew out of being addicted to it"

"I see.." he said.

You looked up at him and saw that he was staring straight into your eyes.

Minho leaned in closer until your noses brushed against each other. "Are you going to leave me?" His voice was deep and smooth. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Your heart raced. You closed your eyes and leaned forward, finally giving in to his charms. "Yes" Minho kissed you on the lips. He moved his hand to your waist

and held you close. You parted his lips with your tongue and allowed yourself to enjoy this for just a bit longer. You let your mind wander off and forget about the pain you had felt for weeks now. you forgot about the fact that Minho was a stranger and that you only met yesterday. for that one second, you forgot about life and the people that hurt you.

Minho pulled his tongue inside his your mouth. His grip tightened around you. It wasn't long till Minho broke the kiss and pulled away. you were still dazed and lost for words. he smiled shyly "I have never done that before." You giggled "Neither have I" "Would you be ok if we-" he began hesitantly "Of course!"

you forgot that he was your idol.

because tomorrow you were leaving Korea anyway.

Minho removed the shirt you had been wearing for a little while ago. it fell from your shoulders, revealing your bare back. He traced his fingers along the small scar that marked your skin. you flinched slightly, not quite used to anyone touching it. but Minho never stopped smiling. He pulled the shirt from your body and threw it away. he lifted your skirt and pulled it off too. he stared at you with adoration. you blushed and averted your eyes trying hard to hide your reddening face.

Minho trailed soft kisses down your neck. he trailed kisses along every inch of your neck which made you feel weak in the knees. you wrapped your arms around his neck and gripped onto his hair tightly trying not to moan. His breath fanned the sensitive area of your neck and it sent tingles down your spine.

His hands left your body and he moved to grab your wrists and hold your hands above your head. he stopped kissing you. his lips found their way on your collarbone. he sucked at the small spot just under your chest where your breastbone met your neck, causing a shiver to travel down your spine and you whimpered.

"I want your ass in my mouth" he placed your ass on his mouth as he laid on the bed you on top of his face . he placed both your arms above your head, holding them steady. Minho slowly licked his lips. he moved his head up from under your body and started licking at your clit. you clenched your teeth in anticipation and moaned loudly. the sound of your moans mixed with his groaning filled the room.

it sounded so sinful, it almost felt sinful. Minho positioned himself between your legs and started to lick slowly, making circular motions with his tongue. Then he bit on your thigh, causing you to jerk upwards. Suddenly you were pinned down by Minho and he began to suck on your thighs. you cried out from the sensation.

it felt too good. you felt like you were going insane. This felt like heaven. he was taking his time. torturing you. He was playing with you slowly. You could feel the need build up inside you slowly. he reached between your legs and began licking your clit repeatedly. he teased you by pushing against the walls of your cunt

. You gasped as he continued to play with your clit in a rhythmic fashion. the more he played the harder he would suck on you. it was driving you mad. the longer he kept sucking your clit the more you bucked against his face. the faster he would hit his rhythm. he was relentless..

Minho slapped your ass hard. you screamed. he repeated the slap over and over again. he continued licking and sucking your pussy relentlessly. it was becoming unbearable. You wanted to cum. but you couldn't… you were terrified to. you didn't want him to stop…but you also wanted him to keep going. You wanted him to take you right here.

in front of him. and watch as you climax. and hear how loud you cry his name as you release in his mouth. you wanted to see your orgasm in his eyes. Minho was getting more impatient by the minute, wanting to make it even better. he pushed his tongue farther and deeper inside your asshole, hitting all the sensitive spots he knew you liked.

"suck me baby while I eat you out" he pushed himself deeper inside your pussy, hitting every last soft spot. You arched your hips upward, wanting to be able to thrust yourself against him. He pulled away and grabbed your hand. he led your hand to his mouth and lapped up all of the cream that was dripping down your legs. You shuddered violently under his mouth.

Minho smirked triumphantly as he licked up all the excess juice from your legs. then he rolled you over so he was pinning your hands against your chest. he began licking your inner thigh furiously. "that's enough!" you yelled "oh no I'm only getting started!"

he replied as he slipped two fingers inside of you. He rubbed your clit and squeezed it lightly. the pressure caused you to moan loudly. He continued to move his fingers inside you slowly. The pace was too slow for your taste. "I want you to cum for me. cum on my fingers baby" he ordered.

He placed you on his chest . he slid his hand slowly inside of you and massaged your clit. you bucked uncontrollably. You cried out loudly. he inserted another finger in your tight wetness. his finger circled around your clit sending waves of pleasure through your body. You were starting to pant heavily. You couldn't take it anymore. your body started shaking wildly.

He removed his pants and again held you on top of him. "Minho ahh" you screamed his name. your eyes glittered brightly from your orgasm. He watched your body shake beneath him and it excited him immensely. He loved watching you come. you always came beautifully.

your tongue on hid tip of his cock. He tensed when he felt the tip of your tongue on his length. He gritted his teeth as his hand tightened in your hair. he tried not to moan out loud and embarrass himself. You took him inside of you. you couldn't contain yourself anymore. you moaned his name louder as you started moving your tongue on his dick

. you didn't give him any time to adjust to your actions. you moved your mouth faster and faster around his cock, trying to take him all the way inside. he started thrashing underneath you. "y/n baby I'm going to cum" he exclaimed. You gave his cock one last swipe of saliva then pulled your mouth off. you looked down at his cock and noticed that his tip was leaking precome. You smiled and looked into his eyes.

"aww kitten I thought you were strong" You said sarcastically, earning a smack on the arm. "shut up you're such an idiot" He placed his lips in between your legs and attacked you. He sucked and sucked at your clit making you throw your head back and close your eyes. The feeling was addicting. he gently ran his hands up your sides and caressed your breasts gently.

"you think you can take me y/n" minho whispered as he nibbled on your nipples. Your whole body tingle in pleasure. Your whole body felt electric as soon as minho touched you like that. He kissed your stomach tenderly, then went back to sucking your breasts. He started licking and kissing your nipples.

"yess" you moaned.

he placed himself at the entrance of your hole and he entered you. he took his time inside of you. he knew what buttons to press to drive you crazy. he made love to you, taking his time, giving you everything you needed. he loved watching you get turned on.

Minho moved his hips against yours causing you to grip the sheets tightly, your nails digging into the material. He thrust his hips once more roughly. You cried out. He stopped thrusting. You felt his cum rush into your body. you cried louder at the sudden sensation. he grabbed you and spun you around. you ended up landing on your side.

You moaned in pain as you landed painfully on your hip. But the throbbing pain in your hip helped distract you from your sore muscles. you moaned as another wave of pleasure washed over you. Minho crawled towards you and climbed on top of you. he lowered himself and pressed his lips on yours. he kissed deeply, hungrily.

he nibbled on your bottom lip teasingly and then slowly pushed his tongue into your mouth. He continued kissing you until he came. his semen coated your inner thigh and you moaned in satisfaction. you felt satisfied but still felt a little sore because Minho was inside you. He lay beside you and kissed your forehead lovingly.

"good job babe"

He thrusted himself into you and you cried out. He gripped onto the sheets tightly, trying to stay silent. "baby stop hurting me!" you cried.

His head snapped up as if he was shocked by your words, tears filli your eyes. His grip loosened on the sheets, allowing you to slide out and pull him into you, wrapping your arms securely around his waist.

he rested his head on top of yours, "I'm sorry baby. i'm gonna make this up to you. I won't let you go."

He lifted your chin and planted his soft, warm kiss on your lips. he trailed small kisses on your jawline, leaving a trail of hickeys, then finally to your neck.

you moaned softly as he began to kiss down your neck. He kissed your collar bone and then your shoulder. he stopped at your breast, running his hot pink tongue over the nipple. he sucked and nipped at your hardened nipple.

You squirmed and moaned. Minho's touch was driving you completely wild.

You were beginning to unravel. "Minho…"

"just relax baby" he breathed in your ear

You closed your eyes and relaxed into him. He was gentle with you. You didn't know if he actually felt remorse or just felt bad for having fucked you senseless like you thought he did. either way, you didn't care anymore.

minho moved slowly inside of you. he gently kissed the spot on your neck that caused you to whimper loudly. "you feel good" he muttered in your ear, He continued to thrust into you slowly, making sure that the friction was just right. Then he sped up and began hitting your clit aggressively. You could hardly control your body.

"mhm baby, fuck you're so damn tight" he praised you moaned his name loudly. "I can feel you clenching around me so tightly. do you need me baby? to fill you?" he asked huskily "please..please Minho please~" you begged he pumped harder in you . "yes! yes I want you. now please" you pleaded minho pulled his body out of you slowly, then quickly positioned himself behind you. he grabbed both your thighs and spread them slightly open, allowing him to thrust inside of you. you cried out and reached forward, grabbing a handful of his hair. He leaned down and bit your shoulder softly. you cried out in response. he picked up his pace. You wrapped your leg around his waist and threw your head back, releasing your climax. Minho thrust in you deep and fast. He kept thrusting inside you hard.

Your entire world became white noise. It seemed like you were floating on clouds. Everything faded away. All you could hear was your own heart pumping fast. He had a hand on your ass, rubbing it as he pounded into you. Everytime he came into you, he would release a few seed in between your folds. He kissed your shoulder and your neck.

it was 11 :45 PM and you were exhausted. You laid there on top of Minho after you finished your orgasms. You were still in utter euphoria and bliss. Your entire body was numb. you didn't even realize how tired you were. Minho wrapped his arm over your abdomen and cuddled up closer to you. He kissed you tenderly on your cheek.

you sighed softly and snuggled into his warmth. He pulled you close to him and spooned you, keeping you close. You stared up at the ceiling. The room was dark so you couldn't see anything. you listened closely to Minho's heartbeat. It was a steady steady rhythm. The sound made you calm down.

the rain continued pouring outside. the sound of the raindrops against the window calmed you down. you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Minho snuggled deeper into you and put his head on your chest. The next morning you woke up to the smell of breakfast. you rolled over and found Minho already awake. he got up and walked over to you.

"hey" he murmured softly

"good morning gorgeous". you smiled sweetly.

"so I have breakfast waiting for us if you wanna join me" he suggested

You yawned and stretched before hopping out of bed.

"yeah sure why not" you mumbled.

Minho wrapped his hand around your waist as he led you to the dining table.

he served you some toast and eggs then handed you a fork and knife. you dug into the food and ate quietly, enjoying every second you spent with him.

the drizzle of rain continued to pour outside and you could barely make out any cars driving down the street. you sat down next to him in silence and enjoyed the silence while you ate. Minho took your plate away from you and took the seat next to you instead. he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him.

the smell of vanilla filled your senses as his arms wrapped around you. you buried your nose into the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply. you could feel a tear rolling down your cheek. You wiped it away quickly trying to hide the evidence of your sorrow.

Minho kissed the top of your head. "what's wrong Y/n?" Minho asked

You sniffle and wipe more tears that fell. "nothing just…i don't know" you mumble

You looked up at Minho, he gave you a confused look "why are you crying" he asked in concern.

You laughed through your tears. "sorry i didn't mean to be such a cry baby"

Minho chuckled lightly " come on tell me"

you sighed "it was my first time and I gave it to you" You said.

Minho laughed and caressed your cheeks "don't worry baby I will make sure I am the only one who gets to see you like this"

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