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mynewblackdress · 5 months
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Title: Muffled
Pairing: Sanji x Reader
Summary: You notice Sanji can't sleep and decide to help | Genre: Fluff, some angst, hints of a troubled past| Warning: none | Words: 5.1K | Note: This is a standalone. You don’t have to read Puzzled or Dazzled but if you want you can 😊
Your world was a strange one.
You always thought so.
How could it be that in a place filled with so much adventure, laughter, and warmth there was just as much tragedy and sorrow?
Like an eternal riddle. Why was it that the happiest and kindest people always suffer so much?
You would never think of yourself as the kindest or most righteous person out there. You would absolutely hate it if someone assumed you were asking for praise or thought you were better than others by thinking so. But you objectively didn’t think you were among the worst ones either. Yet, before Straw Hat Pirates, your little shop in the middle of nowhere where Captain Luffy found you, before you seemingly escape, you suffered with your old captain and crew. And you suffered a lot.
When you looked at your new crew and how they all prepared for their entrance to the Grand Line, you knew they suffered a lot too. Every single one of them.
But looking at them now while they worked, chatted, slept under the sun, or goofed around, an outsider would never have guessed the things they had to overcome to be here.
You didn’t think you managed to look like that just yet. Even now, you were still often nervous about leaving the ship and walking among places where any face could turn into a familiar one. You dreaded the day you would come across someone from your old life still fearing them and hating that even now after so many years of freedom, they held this invisible power over you.
You heard Luffy and Usopp burst into laughter so loud they were practically howling, and even if she tried to hide behind her book and work, you could tell Nami’s shoulders were shaking obviously finding their shenanigans amusing too.
Smiling to yourself, you mentally vowed that one day, you would be able to be like that too without any nervosity, reservations, or fear.
‘Now that’s an adorable little smile, sweetheart,’ you heard someone say above.
You looked up at the man casually smoking while leaning against the railing looking down at you.
You desperately hoped the sun and distance blocked your face enough so it wouldn’t be too obvious your smile grew as you went up the stairs toward the handsome chief.
Sanji finished his cigarette before you reached him properly tossing it into the trash while asking, ‘Care to share what prompted such a divine thing?’
When he looked at your face again now that you were on the same level, he smirked and the typical look, you learned to accept as adoration sparked behind his grey-blue eyes, ‘For future references. It’s always a good idea to have a trick like that up one’s sleeve, madam.’
You shook your head at his flirting and turned to look ahead while taking a spot next to him, ‘I don’t think it’s nice to trick people. Let alone women.’
You glanced at him.
Maybe someone else would have been annoyed you called them out or embarrassed, but seemingly never in a bitter mood when it came to the women, the blond chief looked nothing but pleased, ‘My apologies, I misspoke,’ he leaned closer toward you, but not enough to touch you just enough that even if he lowered his voice, you would be able to hear him clear, ‘But I do believe, it’s good to know how to make one smile. Especially when they looked so beautiful doing so as you do, my dear.’
You would honestly never understand why so many women seemed annoyed when he spoke to them like this. Even now, as you desperately tried not to show how much his words affected your mood, you couldn’t help but giggle and cover your face if only to hide just how stupidly happy he made you feel, ‘You’re the worse.’
‘I sure hope not,’ he said with a thick accent that seemed all the better when it was filled with adoration and amusement as it was now.
You uncovered your face and looked back at Sanji maybe coming up with another remark or comment that you forgot the moment your eyes landed on his face again.
‘Have you been getting enough sleep, Sanji?’
Both of you blinked surprised because neither of you expected those words to come out of your mouth. But as your eyes roamed his face some more, you knew your question was on point.
An outsider might have missed it, upon a moment ago, even you missed it, and you were talking with the blond for a while. But now you could see the visible hints of exhaustion and sleep deprivation.
Sanji was a handsome man, perhaps, one of the most handsome men you ever encountered which often made it hard to look at him for too long when he was close and offering you his full attention. This only made the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, and dark circles under them all the more prominent.
His shocked face melted into his typical content one, and he offered you another smirk, ‘No need to worry, darling. A little insomnia can bother the best of us at times.’
Liar, you thought even if you knew that was too harsh. Maybe, he wasn’t lying, but you could tell he was belittling his issue if only so he wouldn’t bother you with it. Just as he was opposed to fighting with women, eager to overlook their flaws, or act anything but like a gentleman toward them, he also didn’t want to upset them.
‘Are you sure?’ you asked pushing against your worries that you were being too pushy.
Sanji’s smirk morphed into something softer as did the rest of his face as he put a hand across his chest, ‘It’s an honor to have a woman like you worry about me, but let me assure you, I am perfectly fine.’
Liar, you thought again tempted to compare him to Usopp and call him out on his words, but even if you now accepted that Sanji had a soft spot for all the women, you included, you didn’t feel confident enough to use him the way, Nami sometimes did because of that soft spot.
Sighing, you wished his hand weren’t in his pocket because you might have felt braver enough to take it, but for now, you offered him a nod, ‘If that changes. Come find me.’
You turned around and went back to work, ‘Please.’
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The thing was, nothing changed, and the more you looked the more you noticed that Sanji was exhausted. It probably wasn’t bad enough that it affected his duties, but you knew it wouldn’t remain that way for too long. Sleep was essential after all.
Struggling for another day with the issue and how to resolve it, you decided to confide in Nami.
You played with the idea, that maybe Sanji’s issue was something he wouldn’t feel comfortable enough to discuss with a woman, but your male options were Luffy, who didn’t even seem to notice, Usopp who would make it about him somehow, and Zoro who would probably insult the chef rather than help him. They were great people and crew. They just weren’t that great when the problem needed words to be resolved.
‘Tell him it’s making you upset,’ said Nami when you told her in your shared quarters and shook her head with a smile, ‘It’s clearly bothering you, so it won’t even be a lie.’
You were skeptical, ‘Just because he doesn’t like to cause women distress-’
‘Trust me. He’ll spill the beans if you push it a bit. The man lives to make you happy,’ she said as casually as she could, but when she met your gaze, you had a feeling she was looking for a reaction. Sometimes Nami reminded you of some of your old crew members, who liked to act like they were your friends to get you to tell them something so they could tell on you to your old captain. But unlike them, the ginger-haired woman liked to know things for her own amusement rather than to use the knowledge to harm you. Also, her tactics never made you feel like you were being manipulated.
‘He lives to make every woman happy,’ you said already feeling your face getting hot and surely red.
Nami’s eyes glimpsed with mischief as she offered you a sweet smile, you saw her use on unsuspecting victims plenty of times to get what she wanted to help the Straw Hat Pirates, ‘Well, he wasn’t holding me so I could sleep calmly against his chest on the deck, now was he?’
‘That happened once!’ 
Sometimes Nami was worse than your old crew even if not really.
Still, her advice wasn’t the worst, and you were pretty upset about Sanji’s insomnia.
And so, when Zoro made fun of the waiter needing to get his beauty sleep because he was a pain in the ass more than usual, you stepped in snatching Sanji’s hand, ‘Come with me for a bit, please.’
His anger at the first mate quickly melted away and the blond offered you his best adoring smirk, ‘At once, madam.’
You made the mistake of catching Usopp’s gaze and smirking as he saw you leading Sanji under the deck holding hands knowing you would be mercilessly teased about it later.
Somehow, you managed not to die of embarrassment as you led the chef all the way to the men's quarters.
Sighing, you let his hand go, ‘Can we talk in private?’
The truth was you didn’t really plan to go inside, you just needed to go as far away from the others as possible so they wouldn’t hear you two talk.
However, Sanji gave you a surprised look wandering with his eyes across your face for a moment before he opened the door and motioned for you to come inside as he held it for you, ‘Ladies first.’
Your eyes widened, and you started to sweat under your clothing wondering why you didn’t just lead him to the storage room or kitchen.
Ultimately, it was too late for that anyway, so you just gave him a short nod and quiet, ‘T-thanks.’
You both went inside, and you desperately tried not to look as out of place as you felt. Even before Sanji joined the crew, you’ve never actually been to this place or thought all that much about how it looked.
‘We can always go elsewhere if you’re uncomfortable, beloved,’ Sanji spoke with care behind you the way he always did. Obviously, you weren’t fooling him about how nervous being in there alone with him made you feel.
Yet, you shook your head deciding you’ve already gotten this far and that you really wanted the help the man, ‘I’ve just never been here before, that’s all. Uh, what’s it like?’ you asked and shut your eyes finding little comfort in the fact that you weren’t facing him since you felt like an idiot for asking something like that.
‘Eventful and loud,’ said Sanji with a mixture of amusement and dryness only he could combine instantly making you forget some of your embarrassment.
You turned around, and Sanji pointed at each of the beds, ‘Usopp tends to talk in his sleep. Mostly about his heroic achievements,’ you immediately smiled at how he worded your crewmate’s lying habits, while the cook pointed to the next one, ‘Luffy tends to talk in his sleep, to no one’s surprise, about meat,’ you giggled, and he pointed to another bed, ‘And mosshead doesn’t talk but snores. Unimaginably badly. I swear I thought we awoken Kraken or some other ungodly creature when I first heard him.’
You shook your head laughing a bit since you honestly couldn’t imagine having to suffer through all that, ‘That…. sounds awful. I would probably just sleep in the storage room or up on the deck.’
Sanji put his hands into his pockets and shrugged his shoulders with an easy and amused look on his face, ‘You get used to it. I used to sleep with ten members of the restaurant staff. And as traumatizing as it sounds. This is an improvement. Believe me.’
If you looked at it like that, it did sound like one, still, you knew if having noisy roommates wasn’t the issue, there had to be another one.
Not brave enough to look at him directly you lowered your gaze before you spoke, ‘I wanted to talk to you…because I’m upset, Sanji.’
There was a short pause before he took a step closer to you and took your hand in his, ‘Unacceptable. Tell me what it is and how may I assist you?’ he asked gently stroking your knuckles with his thumb making you almost forget what you wanted to say if it wasn’t so serious.
‘Y-you’re not sleeping, and it’s not getting better, and I…I hate…that,’ you finally admitted and noticed his thumb stop stroking your hand.
You looked back up and caught the end of his surprised expression before it melted into one of absolute adoration, ‘It’s truly a great honor to have you worry about me, sweetheart. But I’m perfectly well.’
‘Please, don’t insult me by lying.’
It took everything in you to say that to him. It was so unlike you to be rude or mean to anyone openly. Least of all the handsome cook who always secretly lifted your mood with his gentle flirting.
You could tell you hit a nerve as his grey-blue eyes appeared troubled now.
‘It’s not a lie,’ he said carefully causing you to open your mouth to argue before he amended, ‘But I did have…some unpleasant dreams lately that affected my sleep. When they did, I had some lingering thoughts that affected my ability to fall asleep again.’
Your heart broke a bit upon hearing that even if you thought something like nightmares could have been bothering him too.
‘About the rock?’ you asked weakly remembering the story he told your crew when you first met him. You felt so bad for him back then genuinely horrified that a child would experience something like that. Not for the first time thinking the world was cruel to let such kind people suffer so much.
Your old captain would also sometimes punish you with going to bed without dinner, so you understood hunger, but knowing Sanji starved for so many days without any hope of ever eating again or being rescued made you feel impossibly selfish and ungrateful that you would even consider what you had gone through suffering at all.
Something, perhaps a distant memory crossed his eyes for a brief moment, ‘Among other things.’
You almost asked, but as if he knew you would and would rather not have to deal with answering or lying to you again, he quickly said, ‘It’s nothing unusual, and I’m sure it will correct itself in no time.’
He made it sound so reasonable and hopeful, but you were no stranger to nightmares birthed from your dark past that could consume your thoughts for hours and even days afterward.
‘How long has this been going on?’ you asked and squeezed his hand comforting you both.
He offered you a much gentler version of his usually flirty smirk, ‘Just a few days, but it always pasts. I’m grateful for the concern. It sincerely warms my heart that you care so much, but I assure you, I’ll be fine in no time. No need to get upset over me, darling.’
You wanted to believe him. You wanted him to get better and be able to sleep because looking at his face and the signs of his struggles was really hard for you. He looked so exhausted all the time, that you were starting to forget how his face looked without the everlasting presence of dark circles under his eyes, unnatural wrinkles by their corners, or the violent red inside his eyes.
He needs to sleep.
You thought about it and glanced at the only bed he didn’t point at when he was talking about what the others were like when sleeping.
You pulled at his hand, and Sanji let you lead him toward the bed just as he did into the men’s quarters a moment ago. Even if you hoped you weren’t abusing his willingness to go the extra mile for any woman, it was oddly nice to have someone like him willing to follow you anywhere, you would have wanted to. It felt selfishly good to have someone so devoted to you.
‘What are we doing, darling?’ he asked as you turned your back to him and put his pillow and covers away before sitting down on his bed with your back against the wall and your feet above the ground.
Your heart was beating fast now because to plan what you had in mind and to have Sanji look at you as you were about to put that plan into action were two very different things. However, hearing how thick with exhaustion his voice was, and how despite the adoration and confusion, sleep deprivation was screaming from his face, you couldn’t let your personal shyness and anxiety get the best of you.
‘Sanji, would you lay down, please?’ you asked taking pride in the fact your voice didn’t shake despite how anxious you felt.
You patted your thighs knowing your cheeks had to be red from how heated your whole body felt and waited because as much of a flirt the man was, not even he would jump to the conclusion that you wanted him to come and rest on your thighs when you asked him to come with you.
Once again you managed to surprise the blond cook. The moment when he just stood there looking at you with wide eyes and parted lips seemed to have gone on forever in your mind.
However, just before you would lose your barely surviving confidence, he swiftly but clumsily took off his jacket and tie tossing them to the ground with carelessness, he never showed them before.
In the next moment, he sank into you with his face nuzzling against your tights immediately as if he got scared you would reconsider and take your offer back.
‘My beloved,’ he said, but he might as well whispered that word further sinking into you like your thighs became the comfiest pillow in the world, ‘You’ll spoil me rotten forever.’
You swallowed hard trying not to sound breathless over his words and the pressure of his body against your own. You never had anyone this close to you. You never had anyone touch you like that. Your body felt warm, and a sensation you didn’t know settled inside your stomach making it almost unbearable to stand it all, but at the same time impossible to stop it.
You realized you didn’t really put enough thought into how much this would affect you too. But given how you felt, you realized it wouldn’t have mattered because you would have done it anyway.
It was so overwhelming, but it was also lovely.
Your lips pulled into a small smile as he let out another pleased yet sleepy little noise all the while looking content and smiling himself.
One of your hands went into his blond hair, and you slowly started to comb it with your fingers getting familiar with their texture.
Soft, you thought to yourself while biting your lip at the same time as Sanji said out loud, ‘Soft.’
You let out a nervous giggle while watching his grey-blue eyes close and a tender sound escape his lips indicating he enjoyed your touch.
After a moment, your anxiety got the best of you, and before you could stop you found yourself saying, ‘Uh, when I was with my old crew. I didn’t really sleep with the others in the quarters. I rather hide in the storage. But one time there was a new member. She was younger than me, and how a hard time getting used to the work and routine. She would also get nightmares. I’ve let her sleep on me like this too.’
It was rare for you to talk about your previous crew. Even rare to have something to say that wasn’t absolutely horrible.
‘I can see that,’ said Sanji with the thickest accent yet, no doubt on the verge of falling asleep, ‘You’re a very kind soul, my love.’
You would be a bigger liar than Usopp if you didn’t admit to yourself how beautiful and happy the endearment made you feel. So much so, you didn’t bother to tell him how that story ended. In that moment none of your past mattered really. You were just pleased that whatever happened to you, got you here.
You continued to comb his hair, ‘T-thank you, Sanji.’
Another soft sound escaped his lips, and he was out. His breathing was even, and it seemed he finally let go of whatever last bits of duties, fear, objections, and frustration he had been holding onto.
His face looked the most relaxed you had ever seen it, and you made sure to properly map every millimeter of it and engrave it into your mind forever.
You felt yourself filled with a sense of accomplishment over this achievement grateful that it worked even if it meant you were put in the position of a personal pillow.
Careful, not to move too much although you thought Sanji was deeply asleep you snatched the covers and tossed them over him lightly patting them down so they would frame his body better.
With nothing else to do, you glanced around the quarters privately admiring or judging your fellow crew members depending on what you noticed from your position.
By now, you started to feel strangely comfortable and enjoy your place on Sanji’s bed with his head on your thighs, and your fingers in his hair. It felt nice to be there like that. If you hadn’t promised yourself to keep guard over Sanji as he slept, you might have even dozed off yourself.
Time went on, and after what felt like an hour, but could have been less, you felt the blond stir against you.
For a moment, you assumed he was waking up, but when he let out a pained groan you immediately recognized a nightmare.
His handsome face was screwed with distress and pain that dug into your very soul like a sharp dagger.
He pushed his face firmly against your body as if he were searching for comfort while his parted lips let out more painful whimpers and groans.
You continued to run your fingers through his feather-soft hair but also slid against his cheek and ear and anywhere else you could reach.
‘Sanji,’ you carefully whispered not wanting to really wake him up and risk him being afraid to fall asleep again, ‘Sanji, please, it’s just a dream-’
‘My love,’ he whispered clearly enough for you to make out those words, and you gasped a bit at hearing just how emotional he sounded.
Feeling your chest tighten and body heat up, you leaned down as best and close as you could to his ear and whispered, ‘Sanji, come back to me,’ you licked your lips and ran your fingers over the distressed wrinkles on his face, ‘It’s just a dream. I promise. Wherever you are, you’re not really there anymore. You’re here with me.’
He whispered your name.
And you stroke his lips with your fingertips, ‘Yes, with me. Here, on Going Merry with our crew.’
He sighed not yet with relief, but with something close to it, so you continued, ‘We’re together, in your quarters, in your bed even,’ you chuckled a bit finding some humor about how it must have sounded even in such a situation.
You continued to stroke his face as gently as you could while whispering his name and telling him he wasn’t alone or wherever his nightmare took him to.
He whispered your name one last time and then fell back to a quiet and peaceful sleep. Whatever haunted his dreams was no longer hurting him and after another tense moment, you allowed yourself to sigh in relief.
Carefully you somehow found the courage to leave a tender barely lasting second kiss against his hair before whispering, ‘Good job.’
Time went on, and it seemed the nightmares properly left your blond cook to rest, so you settled into looking around the room or daydreaming about the upcoming days while playing with his hair.
As strange as the experience was, you found comfort in it and played with all sorts of scenarios like if you were exactly as you are now, but you would be laying under Nami’s tangerine trees.
Another couple of hours later the door to the quarters opened, and you froze in place as Usopp and Luffy walked in suspiciously quiet before exchanging wide grins and settling to their beds followed by Zoro who rolled his eyes at you.
Assholes, you thought embarrassed knowing you will never hear the end of this. Your only salvation was that Sanji would never allow them or anyone else to humiliate you too much. You hoped.
The sun properly sat down now, and you had no idea of knowing how long this would take. Very soon enough, you dozed off too even if you often woke up to Zoro’s horrible snoring, Luffy’s demands for meat and Usopp’s over-the-top cries over imaginary victories and such.
You swore you would get Nami something nice for being such an outstanding roommate the next time you docked.
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Although you shouldn’t have been surprised you still were when Sanji started to wake up around the time, he probably got up to prepare for breakfast and the day.
He slowly started to shift and stir before he all but froze obviously realizing where he was.
You were tired since it was impossible to get any sleep done with all the noise in your opinion, but the moment you realized he was awake and would know where he was, you felt properly awake and embarrassed again.
Your fingers stopped running through his hair, and you pulled them away already feeling loss over the soft hair you could no longer touch, ‘Uh, hi.’
Sanji took in a deep breath and very slowly sat up causing the covers to slide from his body to his lap.
Due to where he was his face appeared so close to your own that you could feel his breath against your skin and see him beyond clearly even in the dark.
‘Darling,’ he breathed out, ‘you…stayed here this whole time?’ he whispered with a hoarse voice that once again started the awkward yet lovely sensation inside your stomach.
You swallowed, ‘Y-yeah. H-how you sleep?’
He offered you the softest look and smile before he put his head against your shoulder properly startling you and causing your heart to speed up again, ‘Huh?!’
‘Far too well, my love,’ he said, and you shivered as those words hit your skin almost like they held physical power to touch you.
He let out a breathless chuckle before he spoke again, ‘But I fear, I’ll never be able to properly sleep again.’
You blinked momentarily forgetting your embarrassment and growing concern once more putting your hand against his back and lightly stroking him there, ‘How come?’
Without missing a beat and completely effortless, he spoke, ‘I fear I won’t be able to rest unless I have your soft thighs as a pillow, or your scent to guide me through my dreams, or your beautiful face to greet me upon waking up.’
You should have been used to his compliments and flirting, but you doubted you ever would be especially when he said such specific things in the dark with you two on his bed.
You were too stunned to reply, but luckily Sanji never pushed you or made you feel uncomfortable so he leaned away and raised from the bed, ‘Come on. I’ll walk you to your room, to rest. You aid me more than enough, sweetheart.’
You didn’t move though and watched as he quickly gathered his jacket and tie and easily put them back on before he offered you a hand.
This time he was the one who led you back to your room.
As he lightened a candle to lead you, you could see he looked far better than before and that this time, it had to be you whose face was filled with exhaustion.
You were glad though.
Sanji stopped in front of the female quarters where he raised your hand to his lips and kissed it completely regardless of what such things did to your heartbeat and breathing, ‘Thank you very much for your help, madam. I promise that no one will bother you so you can catch up on your own rest.’
You offered Sanji your best-exhausted smile and went to go in but stopped at the last moment, ‘Wait!’
True he wasn’t going anywhere. Obviously, he was waiting for you to get into your room.
‘Do you remember if you dreamt of anything?’ you couldn’t help but ask curious if he could recall his nightmare even if he never woke up.
He seemed to have thought about it for a moment before he took a step closer and offered you his charming smirk, ‘Now, that you mention it, I did dream of something. But it was actually quite pleasant.’
You felt your cheeks grow hot again as his tone alone was enough to guess what he might have been dreaming about all the while laying on your thighs, ‘Oh.’
‘But as nice as the dream was, it was nothing compared to waking up and realizing it was real,’ he said and blew out the candle leaving you both in the dark. You were grateful as you guessed you must have looked just as embarrassed and red as you felt.
A moment later, however, even in the dark you sense he took a step closer to you, and with the side of his face as close to yours as possible he carefully whispered, ‘Naturally, I dream about you a lot, but you’re never there when I wake up.’
Before your mind could properly process what he just said and panic, he must have been reaching behind you because the door to your room opened and with a light nudge Sanji pushed you inside.
Despite your exhaustion, you remained standing there with your panicked mind.
Wait…did he really mean he dreamt about you a lot?!
Koniec
A.N: Thank you for taking your time to read this and your support 😊 I hope you enjoy the story. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes or things that were hard to read. Stay safe and have a lovely day. 😊
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sillysowa · 16 days
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HAZBIN HOTEL CHARACTERS REACTIONS TO YOU CRYING!
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PAIRING: HAZBIN HOTEL X READER
GENRE: ANGST, FLUFF, COMFORT
WORD COUNT: 0.8K
SYNOPSIS: HOW I THINK THE CORE GROUP IN HAZBIN HOTEL WOULD TREAT A NEWCOMERS TEARS!
reblogs are sooo appreciated :)
Charlie :
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Charlie heard your cries outside the door of your room when she passed and she couldn’t just leave it be.
She knocked and without waiting for a response, she came in and rushed to your side with a frenzy of questions. She had that Charlie exclusive stress to her face that you see often, her hands on yours as she tries everything in her power to soothe your distress. Charlie rambled about how she’s ‘not the best with this stuff’ but the moment you’re able to articulate what’s wrong, she’s trying to ease you and help you the best way she can think, all while holding eye contact and keeping her hand on your knee. When your crying has stopped, Charlie gives you a long warm hug, her hands firm against your back, reminding you that,
“You can always talk to me when you feel like this.”
Vaggie :
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Vaggie would find you crying in the lobby early morning, confused and tired. She wouldn’t be the most comforting if you aren’t close, but she wouldn’t intentionally try be cold—she knows there’s no need to treat someone who’s hurting with harsh demeanor. She tries to get the attention of someone who knows you better and makes sure she treats you a little kinder the next time she sees you, standing up for you if anyone dares to be rude. If you are close, she would be a voice of reason to whatever is troubling you, shushing you and wiping your tears, holding you against her shoulder and listening to whatever spills from your heart. Vaggie would probably ask,
“What can I do to help?”
And if nothing, she’d want to do something for you to help you feel better. Let her clean your room or put on your favorite movie!
Husk :
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It was late at night and Husk felt the urge to go to his bar for a quick drink. He trudged down the stairs, silent as a kitten, and he was in the middle of rubbing his eyes when he found you crying against the table. Husk would likely approach you silently and fix you something to drink, not making eye contact even when you stop crying and look up at him. He’d push it towards you and lean back, taking a swig of the bottle. Husk would be watching as you lazily drink it but only out of the corner of his eye to not weird you out. His mind would be scrambled trying to figure out how to approach this, deciding to eventually say,
“You look like you could use a bartender’s shoulder to cry on.”
He’d set his bottle down, walking around the table and taking a seat next to you.
Angel:
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He was startled awake by your sobs through the thin walls, wincing at the sound. Angel didn’t know what was troubling you yet, but he felt a horrible empathy come over him. He was unsure of what to do, contemplating as he started at his ceiling. Eventually, he rolls over and pulls his pillow over his head. He doesn’t know you all that well, so he just does what he’d hope someone would do for him—he leaves you be.
However, he just couldn’t do that the next time around. Angel felt a pang in his heart when he heard your broken cries in the room beside his at night for the second night in a row. His own rather in peaceful nights plagued his memory, eventually helping him decide to get up and walk on over to your door. He knocks, two of his arms clasped in front of him and the other two against the sides of the door. When you open it, peeking your surprised eyes around the door, he offers you a sweet smile and his hand,
“Hey toots—come on, come talk to me.”
You walked through the empty hotel with him that entire night, relieved you found someone to talk to.
Alastor :
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Alastor isn’t a sappy person, and he doesn’t find himself caring for those he isn’t friends with. Rather, he loves the entertainment and joy he receives from the displays of truly tormented people—like you!
Alastor was in his radio tower late one night and had the misfortune of his peace being interrupted by faint yet still noticeable wailing. His ears twitched in the direction, and he turned over his shoulder, smile glistening. He decided to take a quick step outside, just a little break was all. You were on the balcony of your room, back against the railing as you were sobbing uncontrollably. Whatever had happened, it was bad. Alastor found himself watching, hands behind his back and eyes squinted. Your body trembled and your face scrunched up all ugly, tears just spilling like an endless waterfall. Your knees gave and you collapsed on them, your form wracking with sobs as you curled into a ball.
He watched the entire time.
Eventually, Alastor realized he no longer felt like smiling, and that he had started to feel negatively affected by this pitiful display—there was not a single person in the hotel who knew this was happening to you. He thought only for a moment, sighing before snapping a tissue box into existence, watching from afar as it lands in front of you and startles you into sitting up. When you looked around, he was out of sight, fixing his tie, straightening his smile, and sitting back down in his tower.
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So, I read a lot of Kakashi-centric fanfiction. It's great. I love that there are entire subgenres within Kakashi fanfiction as well as details and tropes that keep coming up so often and feel so natural that they feel like canon even though they're not. One of those very common tropes is Kakashi's attitude when it comes to getting medical treatment and staying at hospitals.
Fanfiction Kakashi, almost entirely without fail absolutely hates hospitals and will do anything in his power to avoid going there and if he has to go he'll try to escape at first opportunity. If anyone tries to tell him to rest up and heal he'll argue against them or lie to hide or minimize injuries. I don't think I've ever read a piece of fanfiction where Kakashi needs medical treament where he's just.. chill about it. Ever.
Which is funny because canon Kakashi is very much chill with it. He submits so, so easily to care it's ridiculous. He'll also obey the mildest of orders as if they were law and apologize for causing trouble or making people worry.
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Kakashi is so fucking meek and obedient when in need of care and it's really sweet and sad and wholesome in comparison to the hardcore self sacrificing soldier who grits his teeth through every kind of pain that I'm used to reading about. I don't think it's wrong in any way that he gets written like that. It obviously has its appeal and makes for more exciting stories than regular old hospital stays. The contrast is so funny though, I mean, look at him!
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This is the peak of canon Kakashi's hospital complaints. He doesn't even say that last thing out loud. The nurse has already left when he dares to wish for things to be different, quietly in his own mind...
Canon Kakashi sure grits his teeth through pain during a fight but afterwards? Back to bed...
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Guess that's how it goes indeed Kakashi. It goes like that every time.
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Canon Kakashi uses his hospital time well by reading smut and coming up with genius ideas, all while wearing his slutty hospital outfit (also known as his pyjamas / ANBU uniform / all-purpose undershirt). He does not try to escape and he's not above telling Naruto he needs to be patient because sensei needs his hospital time. Good for him I say.
I do enjoy reading a Kakashi who would rather eat rusty nails than receive medical care though <3
Bonus: Kakashi sneeze!!
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(disclaimer: not talking about any specific fics in this post. I mean it when I say that hospital-hating Kakashi is like a 100% truth across the board in fanfic. If you know of an exception feel free to correct me)
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pairing. spider-man!jake x gn!reader genre. fluff + hcs notes. had to make this bc i’ve been a spider-man fan for like 2827282 years and i love jake sooooo ! wc. 1.4k
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• EVEN though he’s a wall crawling superhero who can stop a bus with his bare hands, spider-man jake is a complete nerd who can’t pull a girl. despite his charming good looks and gorgeous smile, he is avoided like the plague (like all spider-man movies which makes no sense bc they’re hot !!!)
• but somehow, he was able to get your attention. you, the person who was liked and envied by a lot of people in school. you were on track to a good college and had a stellar internship at oscorp. you were absolutely perfect in jake’s eyes- and he was in yours.
• jake never made the first move with you, too scared of rejection. he was surprised when you suddenly spoke to him one day, asking if he was okay after getting into an altercation with flash thompson. “you know my name?�� he stuttered, blushing when you laughed at the question. “well of course, but i just wanted to make sure you knew your name. seemed like you hit your head pretty hard.”
• after that it seemed as if the two of you ran into each other everywhere. on the street, in the library and even this one cafe that jake often went to. this helped jake get to know you more and fall even more in love with you.
• jake was always flustered around you and you noticed it. his ears or cheeks were red when you directed your attention onto him and you picked up on his nervous habit of playing with his glasses. it was adorable and made you constantly question why none of the girls in your school wanted him.
• whenever the two of you would study at the library, jake had trouble keeping his eyes off you. you were so pretty when focused and it just made his heart flutter. when you became so tired to where your eyes started drooping, jake began to finish your homework for you. you scolded him for it, but he didn’t mind, wanting to help you out in any way he could.
• your first date with jake was a disaster when the boy forgot his own strength out of nerves and collapses the table you were about to eat dinner on. jake made an amazing home cooked meal for the both of you at his aunts place for your first date. he felt embarrassed about not being able to take you anywhere fancy but you brushed it off and gushed about how romantic he was. unfortunately jake had no idea how to act normal around you and caused the dinning table to break. you were in shock that the legs gave out simply by him leaning on it, but jake just assured you that it was a really old table.
• when the two of you became official, jake desperately wanted to tell you his secret, but he also doesn’t want to put you in danger. it was hard to keep making excuses, but he couldn’t get you involved in his dangerous lifestyle. you started to become suspicious and a bit insecure in the relationship. all you wanted was for jake to trust you, not understanding why he wouldn’t tell you what was going on with him.
• when you’ve had enough and tell the boy that you need a break, he nearly looses his shit. jake was hoping to stay in a relationship with you without having to mention his alter-ego, but he soon realized that was a stupid dream. later that night he ended up knocking on your window as spider-man which was honestly terrifying from your perspective. you thought that maybe you had done something illegal and he was going to take you in. as soon as you opened the window, you began to word vomit.
“i know i should’ve watched the movie in theaters instead of an illegal website but im saving my money for this new purse i want!”
“huh?”
• jake takes his mask off in the midst of your rambling, causing you to stop short. your jaw was on the floor for about a minute and the silence made jake was to take a dive out of your window. before you could speak, he began to explain everything, reassuring you that the lie had been tearing him apart inside. he had only wanted to protect you. you cut off his rambling with a kiss, telling the boy that you forgave him and that it was killing you to be away from him.
• you had a lot of questions about his powers, wanting to know what exactly he could do. it always made you giggle to see him stick to the ceiling so he would often do that when you were sad. seeing that cute smile on your face was enough to make his whole day.
• jake offered to take you swinging around the city one day but you denied him at first. you weren’t too big on heights and was terrified that he would drop you. “i’m the strongest man in the world how could i drop you?” he asked, making you roll your eyes and grudgingly agree. turns out— the experience was terrifying and jake accidentally released you from his hold mid air. he caught you shortly after, but the mini free fall you took made you demand that he take you to the ground. you didn’t talk to him for about an hour afterwards until he bought you your favorite ice cream.
• jake is the definition of golden retriever. it’s insane how bubbly and giddy this man is…does he ever get mad?? you often wonder. even with all the stress he’s under from being spider-man he’s just so happy. he claims it’s because you’re now in his life.
• one time jake crawled into your room, badly bruised and bloodied causing you to freak out. you immediately dropped your homework on your bed, racing over to the boy. he flashed you a weak smile as you set him up in your desk chair, trying to reassure you, but it was useless. as you fixed him up with whatever you could find in your first aid kit, you scolded him about not being more careful. he stayed silent and took it, knowing that you cared about him deeply and hated to see him in such a condition.
• randomly one night you asked why he still wore glasses even though his eyesight had been fixed after the spider bite. he claimed that it reminded him of how his life used to be, and he found comfort in the normalcy of it. you could never understand, but you emphasized and told him that the look was very attractive. jake couldn’t hide the blush that spread across his face.
• this boy’s metabolism is absolutely insane. if you cook dinner for the both of you, he has about four servings before he’s finally full. he’ll also eat all the snacks in your fridge, so it’s best to not get too attached to whatever’s in your fridge. it’s astounding to you how he still manages to keep his body the same, but you assume it’s because of his powers.
• he will go on the nerdiest rants ever and because you love jake so much, you listen. when it happens to be about physics or math, you kind of tune out, focusing on his puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. sometimes if he starts to ramble, you’ll lean over and kiss him, making the boy’s face flush red.
• patching jake up after his patrol usually ends up with the two of you making out on the floor. it doesn’t go very far when jake starts wincing because of whatever pain he is in, but you love the feeling of his lips on yours whatever chance you get.
• he almost lost you to one of the villains he was fighting and it had to have been the scariest experience of his life. jake could never imagine life without you, and seeing you injured simply because you knew spider-man made his head hurt. you tried reassuring him that you were alright multiple times, but jake didn’t listen as he cried and held you in his arms. it was a close call, and he wouldn’t have it happen again.
• despite his busy schedule with school and spider-man duties, he tries his best to make time for you and spoils you rotten when he can. he’s such a sweetheart and lives for the smile on your face whenever you see him.
• spider-man jake is truly the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.
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strawbeelemonade · 10 months
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Imagine: Being Miles Morales’ best friend but also your a bit insane
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🕷- Miles used to be so scared of you
🕷 - Even before you started a mutual friendship you sorta just…. kept appearing.
🕷 - He wasn’t sure when he became desensitised to you. but he likes to think his new double life of being a crime fighting upstart has given him a bit of a tolorence.
🕷 - Miles will now watch you eat an apple from the top down, core, stem and all, and literally not say anything.
🕷 - Your so consistently insane in such a harmless way, it’s kinda nice.
🕷 - He wishes you would stop picking up wild animals, though.
🕷 - Seriously stop. at least one of them will have a fatal disease.
🕷 - You keep venturing into the underground subway to play with the New York rats. Nothing bad has happened yet but that doesn’t mean nothing will.
🕷 - Don’t get me wrong. Miles isn’t overprotective or anything, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still worry. Your one of his closest friends.
🕷 - He’s not sure what he’d do without you.
🕷 - So please take the rat out of your jacket pocket. Please.
🕷 - Oh but it’s so cute!!
🕷 - You are Cinderella actually.
🕷 - Miles stumbles across you as his spider-sona surprisingly often.
🕷 - Not always when your doing something illegal, so he kinda forms this double friendship with you.
🕷 - It’s hard because he forgets your not supposed to know who he is!!
🕷 - He keeps forgetting to deepen his voice and act macho. You just make him relax so easily.
🕷 - I like to think His powers are particularly in tune with body language, even if he doesn’t mean or want to. And it can become so incredibly exhausting. all the extra information and interference is unrelenting unless he’s completely alone or has his headphones on.
🕷 - But you’re different. You let Everything rest on the surface. You say what you think, and miles found after a couple of months of knowing you that you’re actually more deep thinking then you like to let anyone realise.
🕷 - Your completely willing to sit in total silence with him. It’s so relaxing.
🕷 - The closer you both get the more he starts to see that you are actually a total sweetheart.
🕷 - You remember little things about him, your willing to go through great lengths for him. He knows that no matter where the both of you are or what your doing, you are ready to drop anything and everything to come to him if he needs you.
🕷 - He doesn’t demand it from you, but…
🕷 - You show up outside his dorm window at 3am all on your own ok?!
🕷 - He just mentioned he was having trouble sleeping!!! It’s not his fault!!! … but he’s not complaining either.
🕷 - So yeah, you put him at ease.
🕷 - Which is why it comes to no one’s surprise except miles when you bust him within the first two weeks.
🕷 - It scared the shit out of him. The next time you saw him as spider man you were like “Yo, Miles”.
🕷 - Y/N PLEASE.
🕷 - He asks you how you found him out, And you laugh and claim his mask made him look like he’s bad at Spanish. He socks you in the shoulder and you laugh harder.
🕷 - He then timidly asks if you’ve said anything to anyone.
🕷 - You tell him you don’t have deep enough conversations with anyone else TO tell.
🕷 - He understands what your trying to say.
🕷 - It’s actually a lovely little moment.
🕷 - As Spider-Man, he’s gotten to know an even crazier side to you. The fact that that was possible scared him a bit.
🕷 - Miles always wondered what you would get up to when he wasn’t around. You would disappear for hours, even days at a time. But you’d always come back.
🕷 - You were like an outdoor cat lmao.
🕷 - Turns out your a bit of an adrenaline junky.
🕷 - “Y/n this is a 7 story building and there’s no stairs how are you up here.”
🕷 - You liked feeding the pigeons… which was… yeah. Ok, fine.
🕷 - Miles wasn’t sure how his parents would react to you. He wasn’t ASHAMED but… Was he worried? Definetely.
🕷 - His dad is a COP.
🕷 - When He gets home from a couple hours of patrolling New York after school he has a heart attack when he sees you sitting on the couch nursing a drink while chatting to his mom.
🕷 - Your not fake, your still you. but you make a conscious decision not to pull out the rat in your pocket until you both head to his room to hang out.
🕷 - He’s much more emotional then he likes to make himself out to be. He’s still trying to figure himself out, He’s still only 14 after all.
🕷 - So hearing you drop deep emotional wisdom at 2 in the morning is a fucking EXPERIENCE.
🕷 - The deep conversations you have (and, now that he’s thinking about it the meaningless ones as well) feel like precious moments. They leave a lasting affect on him, your presence makes him feel safe.
🕷 - He’s not sure how to say all that out loud though.
🕷 - He doesn’t have to. you already know.
🕷 - His parents are happy to know that he’s made you as a friend. No matter how much or little they really know about you, anyone with eyes and two working ears can tell that your a good kid.
🕷 - You probably end up in the hospital a lot.
🕷 - Like a lot a lot. You are in so many wrong places at so many wrong times…
🕷 - An arm in a cast is considered a small case when it comes to you.
🕷 - Miles wonders how your still even alive this point!
🕷 - foreshadowing
🕷 - After you become more acquainted with miles’ family, you start getting visits from them!
🕷 - Especially If you don’t have any stable adult figures in your life.
🕷 - You get in a lot of accidents and fights. And it starts getting worrying. You don’t go looking for any trouble but you don’t let the criminal population of New York stop you from venturing out at night, either.
🕷 - In the waiting room Your all smiles and laughs. Nothing fazes you it seems, even under extreme amounts of pain. so it makes them relax a bit.
🕷 - But they are MUCH more willing to let you practically walk in and out of their house whenever you need a Homebase to fall back on.
🕷 - Mr. Davis does NOT enjoy getting called out late at night over a complaint of a homeless person loitering on a bench and it’s literally just you.
🕷 - What are you doing out here young lady/man/ster.
🕷 - Sorry sir I missed my bus
🕷 - But why were you sleeping outside!
🕷 - Eepy.
🕷 - Let them help you please you don’t have to do things on your own.
🕷 - You’ve only gotten lucky enough to be attacked a handful of times.
🕷 - But when the opportunity arises you are so ready.
🕷 - Remember how I said you were crazy in a harmless way? Forget I said that.
🕷 - Miles has literally watched you rip an old (albeit loose) stop sign out of the ground and beat a mugger over the head with it.
🕷 - He was not ready.
🕷 - You don’t even have any powers that he knows of. No super strength or healing. No heightened senses to protect you.
🕷 - Miles is in awe of you sometimes.
🕷 - he’s saved you from trouble a
Handful of times.
🕷 - you’ve literally got Spiderman looking out for you.
🕷 - If anything happens to you
He will freak the hell out.
🕷 - you might end up being room
-mates at his new school
🕷 - No matter how low he’s feeling he knows that you’ll find a way to make him smile.
🕷 - You find the craziest things to do, there’s no where you’re not willing to venture and there’s nothing your not willing to play with.
🕷 - Unfortunately Miles suffers from the terrible ailment of being a teenager 💔 (and also occasionally having terrible bouts of anxiety)
🕷 - often times he just feels so painfully uncool. He catches himself asking if he’s really cut out for this life. Not just about being the next Spider-Man, but also in the the-American-dream-is-not-real-and-I-don’t-have-a-future kind of way. He worries if he’s failing underneath the weight of his burdens. That he’s a loser.
🕷 - But you don’t let him feel that way when your around.
🕷 - You make him feel like he’s cool. You make him feel like he’s funny. like he’s the most interesting person in the world, your so unshakably and enthusiastically invested in him and his successes!
🕷 - You celebrate with him when he wins small fights. When he saves people. When he gets higher grades on exams.
🕷 - He doesn’t feel insecure standing next to you, even when your personality is as chaotic as it is.
🕷 - Miles isn’t sure sure how he got so lucky to have met you. He doesn’t realise you feel the same about him.
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triptuckers · 3 months
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can you write headcanons for percy x child of zeus? (if you’re comfortable with that) i always imagine they’d have such a funny dynamic esp with zeus in the mix, the perfect clash of sky & sea
hiii yes ofc!!
I feel like a child of zeus would have a very short tempter and often get into trouble because of it
but percy would be one of the few people the only one to be able to calm you down
he's prevented a lot of fights because of it
you'd be drawn to the storms so you often go outside during one
obviously you're not scared of the thunder or the lightning
percy would be there to make sure you didn't get soaking wet
(perks of being poseidon's kid)
and it would be especially nice because none of the other campers would willingly go outside in a storm
you'd sit near the lake and watch lightning strike the surface in the distance
you'd definitely try to combine your powers with percy's
9/10 times it doesn't end that well so eventually chiron has to forbid you from doing it unless someone is in immediate danger
(doesn't stop you from doing it though)
in the beginning most of the kids at camp were a bit hesitant around you
you thought it had something to do with the fact your dad is one of the big three
but then you noticed they didn't treat percy the same way
so you figured out it was just because zeus is your dad
when percy found out he was furious
telling people there was no way you'd treat people the same way zeus treated them
after that people eased up around you
some kids were still a bit hesitant though
which was to be expected when a child of zeus is dating a child of poseidon, your powers combined are just powerful
you and percy train together a lot
because you're pretty evenly matched, neither of you has to hold back
you'd often train for hours, getting a lot of energy and adrenaline out of it
then you'd end up at the lake again
you'd lay on your backs and look up at the sky
telling percy about the sky and the clouds
which clouds indicate rain, storm, etc
percy just loves listening to you talk about the sky
and in turn he tells you about the sea
after spending almost all of your time around each other
you just become two halves of the same coin
wherever one of you goes, the other one usually follows
you complete each other
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blakeswritingimagines · 4 months
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Burn The House Down
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Summary: Having to have you was always his main goal, as time passes and you change as people Aemond seems indifferent even during your big news.
Word Count: 3.7k
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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For years since you were children, you did your best to be kind to the Targaryen children no matter how odd they seemed, never noticing how Aemond always seemed to be around or that he was behind things falling apart in your life even when he was there to console you. But would continue on when something better seemed to take place in front of you. The older you got, the more you slowly but surely noticed how erratically and obsessive Aemond seemed toward things in his life but kept shrugging it off like it was nothing going about your day. Aemond had been secretly stalking you since a young age, watching you from the shadows, making sure you were always safe. When you both were children you could always catch him staring at you with that odd look in his eye, that burning obsession and curiosity as his fingers twitched waiting to touch you. As time went by, and you all became adults, you had started to notice him even more. He was always there somewhere close by. You noticed the odd things happening in your life, you did not know they were his own doing. He had a certain power over you and your life.
Aemond can recall each time you were quite kind to him during his formative years in the Red Keep. You always listened to his troubles, and his desire to leave and see the world. He remembered your kindness towards him even without a dragon, he can understand how you might have not noticed the attention he lavished upon you. You were often busy with matters of your own and he did not wish for you to worry about things, he tried to keep his feelings to himself as best he could when he could. He did not see his affection for you as erratic but rather focused on something he truly desired. You used to go visit him in the courtyard when you weren't busy with more important matters. You always seemed to have a lot in common even if it was Aemond altering himself to fit you better, but one thing that never changed was that he still kept following you, being close to you, and watching you with those lilac/sapphire eyes of his, that sparkled every time he turned his gaze on you always seeming to be studying you. You had only been a child when Aemond's strange obsessions started. But as your body changed into maturity, his interest in you changed as well. Aemond watched closely you growing into a young woman, your curves getting fuller, and he felt… things. Forbidden fantasies, desires. He was ashamed, of course. Naturally, he went out of his way to pray more often but he couldn't help it. You were his friend, yes. But also, you were something else to him. Though his intentions were not clear, it did not help that you saw Aemond as an older brother-like figure. However, there was always something that piqued your interest and intrigued you at the same time, the odd affection he had for you. You could not comprehend how someone could follow your routine for so long and not make a proper confession to you, or at least make a romantic advance which led you to believe he must've not cared in such a way. He wanted to know more about you the older you become. Your likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams, secrets, etc.
He always wanted to get closer to you and get to know you even better almost as if he wanted to lock you away and be the only one around you. One thing that stood out to Aemond was that whenever he would see you, you would always be kind and warm towards him regardless of his choices and decisions he would make. You seemed to genuinely care about him and his well-being. You never tried to pressure him to talk about his feelings or share any of his personal thoughts. Aemond had always appreciated this about you. You were someone he could turn to and trust. You noticed him again, just as you had when he was younger. In passing, you glimpse that same strange look in his eyes and recall all those times he was always near. You ponder what it could mean and wonder if maybe he still felt the same way. It worried you. Your duties and responsibilities keeping you busy but you can't help but wonder what Aemond is doing and if he is still watching over you. You had not forgotten about him. His attention and affection have not gone unnoticed.
That attention and affection were growing daily. It was all Aemond would think about when he first woke up or when he would fall asleep. His thoughts would be consumed with everything he could know about you, where you were, what you were doing, all of it. It got to the point where if he was not near you he felt lost. He always knew where your chamber would be, who your friends were, your favorite foods, your favorite cloth to wear, everything. He needed to be near you. You were the only person in this realm who truly made him feel this way, and he was unsure he wanted his feelings to go unanswered any longer. It was not uncommon for Aemond to keep watch over you, but he rarely made himself visible if he could help it. He was not one to reveal his own feelings but this was something different. He began to feel drawn to having you as his, like a magnet. He was constantly thinking about you, wondering when you would cross paths again spending more time together, hoping the next time you did he might muster up the courage to speak his truth. He knew you deserved to know how he felt. But how do you tell someone something like that without knowing if they feel the same?
He was obsessed with you. He needed you, and not just physically but emotionally. He wanted more than your body, he wanted your mind and soul. He would do anything to be close to you, to touch your smooth skin, anything to have you notice him. You were his muse, his everything. He wanted your attention, he wanted your love… he wanted you. Yes, his obsession with you had become his obsession to possess you. His life had become completely consumed by you even if he was capable of saving face in front of others. Nothing mattered to him except you. Nothing else had meaning to him anymore. He had to have you. The risk of rejection was too severe for him. He could never bring himself to reveal how he felt. But he had to make you want him. He knew that if he could just figure out what you desired in a partner, he could make you his and own you. The more obsessive and possessive he became, the more you seemed to become oblivious. You might never even think to look his way.
He could be near you or call on you, but that was not enough. He wanted more than that. He wanted you to be his and only his not enjoying when another held your attention. He wanted you all to himself. He spent hours dreaming of ways he could make you realize how he felt, how he needed you like he needed air in his lungs. He would even contemplate things he could do to make you jealous, just so that you would notice him and confront him. He had to confess his feelings or he would simply implode. If you felt the same way he could not wait another minute. If you did not… He would find a way to make you care enough about what would happen.
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You often caught a glimpse of him in your peripheral vision. It started to frighten you a bit, wondering if someone knew your secrets. But you always ignored those thoughts even being comforted by the tall blonde male himself that he would look after you, reminding yourself daily that Aemond wouldn't do anything to hurt you. You continued going about your life, trying to forget your suspicions. One evening, you were walking back to your chambers when you felt someone's eyes on you. Turning around and seeing Aemond, watching you. He smiled at you nervously. You were about to walk away when he stopped you. He cleared his throat. He had prepared this moment in his head for so long. There was so much he wanted to say, he did not know how to begin. He was nervous and fidgeting but he was glad he had finally stopped you. He had prepared exactly what he wanted to say. He took a step towards you. “My lady. I… I have spent a long time in this castle. And in that time I have been watching you and there is something I must tell you.”
Your heart started to beat rapidly, almost painfully. You knew what he was going to say but you didn't want it to be true. You listened to his words silently, wondering what he had to say. Your face was a mixture of emotions. You were nervous but you were trying hard to hide it. You were afraid that if you let your guard down, he would see just how much power he wielded over you. "What do you wish to say, Aemond?" You asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You stood silently, listening to every word Aemond had to say to you. Your face was filled with emotions but you couldn't tell what those were, it was a mix of confusion and scared. You took a step back from Aemond, unsure of what to say or what to do. "You… what did you want to say?" You said while biting your lower lip nervously. Aemond's sudden approach surprised you, making you uneasy for some reason… You had never seen him so forward before, it wasn't like him. He stepped closer. He had to get this right. He took a deep breath and continued. “I-I… I wish to…” he stumbled a bit. He had to collect himself. “I have known you for a long time my lady, and ever since the day I first saw you my life has changed. Every time I look at you my heart beats faster. Every time you walk through these halls I have to stop myself from following you. My lady, I want… no… I need you. You are my everything."
You feel butterflies in your stomach at Aemond's words as he speaks of his feelings for you. You'd never heard something so romantic from anyone, let alone Aemond. You were speechless. Your mind was racing and you were not sure what to say. "Aemond..." You said while biting the inside of your cheeks, feeling overwhelmed by his confession. "I don't... I didn't expect this. I thought you... felt the way about someone else." You looked down playing with your fingers, trying to find the right words to say in return. “Do you… have someone else then, my lady?” He asked with a nervous expression on his face. He was not sure if he wanted to hear the answer to that question. He had to find out. But could he bear to hear you tell him that you loved another?! The thought of another man touching you, being embraced by your arms, kissing your soft lips was… it made him feel sick with jealousy and rage. No, why would you ever be interested in someone else? Surely he had to be your one and only.
“Darling…” he took a step even closer, you two were almost face to face. “There is no one but you. I dream of you, when I lay with those whores I close my eyes and see your face. You…” he paused. “You are perfect for me.” He grabbed your hand, his body trembling, nervous about your answer. “Please, say something. Tell me I’m wrong.” He whispered, his breath trembling. Aemond looked you in the eyes. “No. There has never been anyone else. How couldn’t I fall for someone like you? You are a beauty second to none. I do not deserve you for I am just a second son, just a prince. It is true I am the second son but you are my first love.” He held out his other hand. “Please, let me court you, my lady.” He said while holding back a smile. He was waiting for your response. Your thoughts were still racing, feeling confused and overwhelmed by Aemond's words and gestures at that moment. You look up at him, biting your lower lip as you tried to gather your thoughts. You didn't know what you should do or say but there was something Aemond's words brought to your mind a question you had been asking yourself for a while now. You looked up and met his eye, hesitating in what to say but you decided to just be honest. You took a deep breath and exhaled. "Aemond…" You said quietly. "I was wondering… do you truly love me?".
Aemond gulped. Could you truly be asking him that?! A question he had been dying to hear fall from your lips but could not bring forth. He was speechless, his mind racing, his heart beating faster than the drums of war. Was that your way of accepting his feelings? Or was that your way of turning him down? “Do I love you?” Aemond repeated the question. “My lady… I do not think I can love anyone else.” "Say it, Aemond." Your tone had become firm, as your eyes were looking straight at Aemond. There is no going back and you both knew it. "Say that you love me." You took a step closer to him, your face right in front of his. You wanted him to say it. "And mean it with all your heart." You spoke, putting your hands on his chest. You knew he was about to say it, you could feel it. He took a deep and nervous breath. You were so incredibly close to him. He could see your eyes, and hear your soft breath. He felt his heart racing and almost skipped a beat. He could not help but notice just how beautiful you were. But would he say the words? He paused and gulped. He had to say it. He had to mean it. He had to be true to his feelings or otherwise live with a regret worse than death. Aemond took a step closer placing his hands gently on your face and stared directly into your sparkling eyes. He had been dreaming of this moment. “I love you. I love you with all my heart.” The words just… poured out of him. His feelings had overcome him. He had no way of stopping them. There would be no turning back once he spoke them. But he had no choice. You deserved to hear the words. You deserved to hear how he felt. “I love you. I love you with everything that I am.” And he meant it. He meant every word.
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You felt the coldness of your husband's touch after months of your marriage and knew things had changed. You knew something was wrong and wanted to have a word with Aemond about it only for him to keep sending you away. You confronted him late one night in your shared chambers, alone, with no one around. "Aemond, what happened to that sweet and loving man I once married?" You asked with a sad expression on your face while sitting on the bed watching him. You had noticed that Aemond was slowly becoming cold and distant towards you. You had noticed his behavior change ever since the wedding night when your marriage was consummated. He no longer looked at you the same way and didn't show any emotions towards you, almost as if he was trying to hide the marriage from the world. You had tried confronting him about this a few times before and he had no answer, only excuses and half-hearted replies.
Aemond was sitting in a plush black leather chair opposite his wife, trying to contain his emotions. He hated seeing you sad, he hated seeing you cry, it was like an aching pain that he could not shake. But he could not tell you. You had to know why he did what he did but how could he ever tell you. How could you ever understand? He had to keep his voice soft, his expression stern, he could not show emotion. He hated the thought of you finding out what he had done, it was the one thing he feared the most. “Oh, my dear wife.” Aemond took slow steps toward you. His movements were cold and unenthusiastic. “What has happened to me? I’m not sure. It is nothing to worry over my love. I am merely busy with my duties. The Realm needs me more than you.” He took his place on the bed beside you, looking away from his wife. Why were you being like this, always nagging him about the smallest things? Always making mountains out of molehills. He had important work to do, you had become merely a distraction. "Oh but, Aemond…" You said, slightly annoyed by his tone. "And why do you only love the realm? Is there no love left for me? Is that why you act like this? You are always alone with that cold and distant gaze. You once were sweet and loving but I am not so sure anymore if that man is still in you."
You were getting angrier the more you spoke since you've been having mood swings lately and could react to nothing. Standing up with your hands on your hips while you stared at him, not breaking eye contact. You wanted answers. "You are ignoring me, Aemond," you said, your voice growing sterner. You slowly approached your husband, stepping closer to him and resting your hands on his shoulders. "We hardly speak. You act as if I am not there. You use the excuse of duties to keep me away. But you don't want me. I know it and I can feel it… Tell me, Aemond, do you still love me?" You took a deep breath attempting to calm yourself. You looked so desperate, so vulnerable. Of course, you would ask him something like this in a situation like this. He looked up to you with a frown. He could not believe you would question his love for you. What would cause you to think such a thought?! “You silly woman.” He sighed. You were pushing his buttons. He could not bring himself to yell at you, but maybe that was what you needed. He knew what you wanted to hear. “Yes! I love… you. Happy?” There, he said it. He hoped that would shut you up.
Those cold words wounded you but you tried to keep your emotions in check. You had to fight the urge to give him a harsh word. You didn't expect Aemond to have grown cold to you. Taking a step back and sat back down on the bed, your voice sounding defeated. "Very." You finally replied. Your voice sounded soft as you tried to keep your composure together. You wanted to cry, you just didn't expect this. You were expecting to love your marriage to a handsome prince to a T. But you were wrong. Oh, how you were wrong… You didn't know what went wrong. You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment or reason. You didn't understand the whole situation, you could feel Aemond's coldness towards you and you knew that you had to do something but you just didn't know what. You were getting desperate.
You were walking through the halls of the Red Keep, as everyone was busy getting ready for the feast. You heard two lords whispering to each other as you walked past, one of them talking about you. “The Prince's wife has gained weight. She's nothing close to what she once was in her youth.” He whispered, referring to your younger years, as the other lord chuckled at the comment. “She is no longer a beauty in the sight of men,” said one of them. You couldn't believe the way the Lords and Ladies spoke to you. They mocked you behind your back, calling you the Prince's delight and a whore, all of it hurt you deeply. But to see your own husband do nothing to stand up for you… it hurt more than any insult you had ever heard. You couldn't believe it. You had never seen this side of him before. You heard the whispers behind you and felt hurt. You were not the person you once were, but was beauty the only thing these lords cared about? But alas, it was true. You had recently put on weight. It was hard not to let your lifestyle get to you. The constant feasting and your love of wine were catching up to you. You did not wish to turn, you did not wish to confront them, you wanted to be left alone. You wanted this day to pass by without any issues but knew you still had to appear beside Aemond and hopefully, he be in a good mood.
As the feast started, you were placed next to your husband Aemond, who looked bored throughout the entire event. He didn't acknowledge any of the guests, or you. The lords whispered about your weight gain, behind your back to anyone who listened. Your dress was tight and the whispers bothered you, making you self-conscious. You ate in small portions, not wanting to appear gluttonous. You took a sip of wine and your eyes spotted Aemond, who was staring at you. You knew it was time for an important statement to clear the air. "Aemond." Aemond froze. Hearing his name be spoken. He was speechless. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears and could see the lords whispering and chattering, but for some reason, he could hear nothing. He felt as if he was going mad. But he knew that his hopes were in vain. He looked up to you. The look on his face was one of no emotions. What did you want now? “Yes, my lady?” Aemond asked with his usual apathetic tone. You seemed to be speaking, but he could barely hear you from all the feasting and loud music. What did you want to say?
"I'm pregnant."
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stormfront.
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⋯⁂ Summary: watching storms from the safety of your own home can be relaxing, but getting stuck in one when in the middle of nowhere doesn’t have many benefits… but with him, he has that chance to make it worthwhile…or worthless.
⋯⁂ a/n: ty to my bbg for providing this idea. it was very fun to write! enjoy!
⋯⁂ w.c: 411 (albedo). 500 (neuvillette). 618 (freminet). 559 (cyno).
⋯⁂ characters: albedo. neuvillette. freminet. cyno. gn reader.
⋯⁂ cw: storms: snowstorm (albedo), thunderstorm (neuvillette, freminet), sandstorm (cyno.) forced close proximity (all). pre-relationship (all). hurt/comfort (neuvillette + freminet). reader is an adventurer, reader gets injured (neuvillette). confessions, one forehead kiss, hugging (freminet). cyno + reader are coworkers. puns, kissing (cyno).
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Albedo
⋯⁂ Snowstorms are something Albedo has long since adjusted to. Hiking Dragonspine often forces you to always be on your toes—lest you get caught up in an avalanche or snowstorm. Like right now! Thankfully, before anything worse could happen, he pulled you right into a small cave.
⋯⁂ But now… Your face is burning with embarrassment and anxiety with how close he's forced to stand next to you. Yet his face is only written with concern for your safety. And a light shade of curiosity.
⋯⁂ "Are you alright?" He asks with a soft murmur, your name sounds so sweet on his tongue.
"Uhm, uh— mhm!" You would nod if there was enough space, but there's so little of it that you might knock your head into his. "Super great, Bedo." You mutter bashfully, eyes darting away as you nibble on your bottom lip.
He notices this quicker than you like, and even brings it to light, "Are you sure? You look very nervous." He points out, completely oblivious.
"Ah, Bedo…" You laugh awkwardly.
"Yes?" He queries, enraptured by your bashful state.
"Are all boys this dumb…?" You whisper to yourself.
He hears that but says nothing. Instead, he ponders upon it, wondering what it could mean… Is he as dumb as you think he is? Hardly. He knows for a fact that he's…not dumb, at the very least. So, what is he missing? Socializing is very tough for him, but you normally don't pose much of a threat or trouble. So, this behavior is all very…new.
⋯⁂ He tests out a new…"experiment", his head suddenly landing on your shoulder as if he feels tired. You gasp, your face growing even hotter, leagues more than before. You give him a stiff pat on the back.
"A-Are you tired?" You mutter, voice now smaller.
"A bit." He tries to lie through his teeth. It works, somehow.
"Alright, well…" You sputter, "…I can't help with that, sorry." You quickly give in.
"All is well." He sighs, finding your shoulder a rather comfortable place to be. So, he doesn't even think about moving.
Soon enough, you relax—your shoulder that acts as Albedo's pillow eases up, becoming more comfortable and softer. While you keep an eye on the snowstorm that rages on next to you, he rests a little… He can't help but be lulled into dreamland by your warmth and softness.
…He's going to have to run extra tests on this at a later time.
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Neuvillette
⋯⁂ Today has been a rough day for you both. It feels like it's one thing after another in quick succession—much quicker than for either of your or his comfort. But he seems a lot more adjusted to it than you… Keyword: seems. In actuality, he doesn't let you know how the wear and tear on his heart is ripping him apart bit by bit.
⋯⁂ You had specifically requested his help with some…"negotiations." After much convincing, he caved in. Even at first, he didn't want to keep saying no to your begging face. Now? He's relieved he gave in to your pleas for help, or else you might be worse for wear right now.
⋯⁂ Snug in his arms, your weak and cold body shivers in his grasp while he charges through the powerful storm. For once, he wonders if the storm is his own doing or not this time. It most likely is—only causing him to feel even more regret for not being there for you in time. When he saw you on your side curled up on the ground, after getting knocked down by the enemy while he was distracted by the other… That's when the storm began to brew.
⋯⁂ He then finally finds a small cave, right as thunder cracks and lightning strikes all around. On a split-second decision, he tucks you and himself away in the rather cramped opening. Right now, it's better than risking getting struck by lightning.
⋯⁂ His grasp on you tightens a little bit as he whispers an apology, cooing your name sweetly as if you had just died. You weren't dead, for the record. Cold, wet, weak; sure, but not dead. And you weren't dying any time soon, either…
When you finally wake up, you're immediately met with the sad lilac eyes that belong to him. You let out a soft, "Huh…?" in response to his depressed figure.
"Neuvi…" He'll never get tired of hearing that cute little nickname you gave him so long ago, "Wh-what's wrong…?" You sputter out, voice as weak as the rest of your body.
"Nothing." He says a little too firmly. You don't fall for his poor attempt at a facade.
"There's something wrong, silly…" You mutter, barely managing to shift your body enough to rest fully against his chest. "You can tell me, y'know…?" You sigh when your cheek meets his surprisingly warm chest.
"I…" He starts, eyes laden with the fatigue from his own heavy thoughts. "I should've been there for you sooner…" He confesses, his body drooping in response, but never once does he let up on holding you tighter than before. "I know how fragile humans are… What if you—"
"No what ifs, silly Neuvi. I'm here now, aren't I? All thanks to you." You smile, like the solitary sun in his dark, cloudy mind. "…Be kinder to yourself." You allow your eyes to flutter shut, curling up against him for more warmth.
And when he smiles back, the rain begins to finally lighten.
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Freminet
⋯⁂ Today was meant to be such a sunny day—no rain, no thunder, and surely no lightning. That's what Freminet read in the forecast this morning, at least. Low chance of precipitation, decent humidity, and sunny skies with little to no clouds… Good weather all around. He didn't always trust the weather forecast and today has only solidified the idea that he should never trust it.
⋯⁂ The thunderstorm chases you both out of the scenic waters of Fontaine—the sky now painted with dark clouds and heavy rain. You both know better than to swim out in the lake when there's lightning. Who knows what could happen if you stick around…
⋯⁂ He sighs, standing at the shore of the lake—his frustrated tears threatening to spill and mix with the rain that dribbles down his freckled face. He calls out, "Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don't cry!" He pleas, knowing that it's all fruitless only serves to make him even more upset. Sure, he's all grown up now, but he can't help but cling to that remaining shred of hope.
⋯⁂ You're the one who has to drag him away from the shores, your hands tight around his shoulders as you both charge away. Spotting a small opening in a cliff, you pull him into it and grant him a warm embrace. You rub his back—squeezing him as well to help him come back down to earth. In the past, you noticed that having some pressure on his body helps his emotional spikes settle down.
⋯⁂ He sighs, his body drooping, relaxing from your snug hold. His own hands wander, sliding up your back and clutching the back of your shirt. His forehead finds a comfortable spot on your shoulder, allowing himself to finish crying from the frustrating event.
"I'm sorry… The weather isn't always this bad, I swear…" He mutters to you.
"It's okay, Freminet, you can't predict the weather every time, you know?" You smile serenely, even if he can't see it. But, he can feel it—he can see that sweet grin in his head. It brings him so much relief that he feels a little sleepy.
"A-Alright… Let's…let's try again some other time…?" He sputters out, finally lifting his head to look at you in the eyes—a gesture he still struggles with. His eyes dart away at first before he manages to force himself to lock gazes with you.
"I'd be more than happy to." You nod, giving him a brief squeeze that makes him squeak. You giggle, "So cute—"
"I love you."
He blurts this out, his mouth hanging agape for a solid moment or two as if he hasn't realized what he just said. When it dawns on him, he blushes furiously and his hands fly to his face, covering his burning cheeks.
You break out into a fit of giggles. His heart sinks. Are you laughing at him? He wonders how pathetic he is to you for saying something so nonsensical—even if it's true.
"I love you too, Fremi." You grin, your own cheeks heating up several degrees higher. You press a sweet, chaste kiss against his forehead, the only accessible place on his face right now. "My cute little dove…" You coo, pulling his hands away to get a better look at his flustered expression.
His eyes are shut tight and his lips thinner from his even tighter frown. When he registers your reciprocation, he gasps. His eyes fly wide open and his mouth parts slightly.
"I… I…" He mutters, unable to look away from you.
"Shhh… It's okay…" You pull him into another hug, keeping him warm.
He is so loved and cared for. And one day you hope he can see that, too.
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Cyno
⋯⁂ You're coworkers, very close ones. Yes, this means you—on occasion—go do your duties together. This, sometimes, can be downright insufferable. You love the weirdo, you really do. But either he's taking things too seriously or too lightly… You swear his brain has no gauge—it's a pendulum instead.
⋯⁂ Today was more frustrating than usual, though. Your shared target consistently gets away from both of you—dragging out this mission a lot longer than it needs to be. Cyno hasn't talked much, either. You repeatedly wonder if he's starting to hate you—or maybe he's as frustrated as you are. But, then again, what if he's frustrated with you in particular? You're not sure how well you’re doing your job right now. These thoughts flood your mind again and again.
⋯⁂ At some point, you get thrown into the desert landscape alongside the General. The fresh footsteps led here, so now where's the culprit? There's no sight of the criminal anywhere—making Cyno hiss under his breath. He says you two should search a little further, you comply with a quiet nod.
⋯⁂ Even after much searching, you feel inclined to give in for the day. But, you know Cyno, he never gives in to crime no matter what. He's stubborn as a mule with…just about everything he does. Bad jokes included. Then, with no warning, he grabs your hand and storms away into a small cave. Right as you enter, you see a sandstorm kick up right outside. You groan.
⋯⁂ "Sorry, I haven't been my best today…" You sigh, eyes laden with self-disappointment as you lean back against the stony wall.
"No worries." He assures you, and he doesn't even sound remotely irritated, either. "It is Windsday after all." He says, his face as serious as his rather monotone voice.
"What does Wednesday have to do with anything…?" You ask, sparing him a confused look that has your mouth parting a little.
"Oh, you don't get it." He blinks, shrugging, "A sandstorm's favorite day is Windsday. Wednesday. Windsday." He clarifies with the utter lack of expression.
"…" You stay silent for a moment before pinching the bridge of your nose and groaning. "Thank you, Cyno, very funny." You smile at him, it's the best you can give him right now. It is a funny joke, but you're so frustrated with yourself and the world right now that it hardly means anything.
"I agree." He nods; you can see a twinkle of pride in his red eyes, "I will tell more to pass the time." He affirms, already dead-set on entertaining you.
"Oh boy…" You whisper to yourself, but let him have his way anyway.
You smile with every passing joke he comes up with—you're not sure where he's pulling most of these from, but he's a little too good at it…
As the storm rages on and he's told probably a hundred jokes by now, you throw your hands up in the air at the peak of your frustration. You grab his face and smash your lips against his, causing him to gasp and his eyes to blow wide. You let go of him, a proud smirk on your face.
"Want to know how flowers kiss?" You grin, "With their tulips!" You answer before he can even register the kiss.
When he does, he lets out the loudest, ugliest laugh you've ever seen from him.
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Okay but like imagine after Kai gets his arms obliterated and has served his sentence and is now in rehab or whatever where he meets nurse/doctor reader who is very kind to him and because she just is. She thinks everyone deserves a chance to reform themselves or whatever and so she's very patient with Kai and slowly but surely brings him out of his depression.
Eventually, Kai and reader end up dating and Kai is actually changed as a human too. He's kinder, softer, smiles more often and more tolerant of germs and people. Reader and him often go out on dates and for whatever reason, Kai is unable to use his legs and is in a wheelchair, but reader doesn't mind. In fact, she helps him with his physiotherapy but in a way without belittling Kai.
Kai and reader get married, a very small quiet ceremony and they're having one of their quiet nights in when suddenly Kai gets a shooting pain and needs his meds but reader forgot to buy it on the way home so she immeadiately runs out and to get it for him.
She's on the phone with him to make sure his condition doesn't worsen when suddenly there's a loud crash and she hears fear in his voice as he goes "Y/N, DONT-" before tge call ends and reader immediately sprints back home, thinking the worst.
Her eyes widen as she enters the house, only to be shoved down to the floor by some dude from behind. In front of her, Kai is lying on the floor, gagged, all bloody and bruised as some man pushes him to the ground with a foot on his back.
You can't even yell for help as the man behind you begins beating you up and Kai's screams are muffled as he struggles around to get to you but to no avail. His eyes widen as the man begins taking your clothes off and he fights harder than before, screams louder than before as the vile man begins to do unspeakable things to you while you cry and call for Kai.
Kai can't even look away from you because they force hin to watch unless he wants them to kill you.
After many hours, they finally leave, you're unconscious. Kai is just lying there on the floor as he realises how truly useless he is. How he couldn't save you, how this is all his fault because enemies from his past that he thought he could just forget came today for payback, how he couldn't even call an ambulance for you. No, a neighbour saw your front door open and came by to see you both in horrid conditions and called 911.
In the hospital, as you're being treated, Kai is burning with rage and guilt. He failed to protect the only good thing in his life. He will avenge you, he will never let himself be weak again. He may have promised he'd never go back to his villainy life before, but... he'll have to break it. For your sake and his.
So, Kai gets ahold of his contacts, gets Hari, manipulates some troubled minds into joint forces with him, get him the mommy and resources to get him quirk doctor to return his arms and leg functions and his quirk. Then he tracks down those men who broke into his home that night and has them and their entire generation completely tortured in the most painful way before killing them. And by now, he can't just return to his normal life. No, he's going to be head of the yakuza again because he's realised people only respect and fear you when you're powerful, and Kai will never let himself be weak ever again.
For the rest of the world, he's the old ruthless Kai. But for you, in the privacy of your room, he's the Kai you reformed, loved and married. Kai is still so soft and sweet with you, and ensures that you're not tainted, that you're still as pure as ever, that he loves you and always will. And sure, you see the changes in his personality, the ruthlessness in his eyes as he talks to others, the murderous glint, but you can't afford to be afraid of him when he's the only one who holds you and rocks you soothingly when you have nightmares from that... time.
And it's not like you can leave him if you wanted to, not when Kai's hold on you tightens everytime you try to part with him.
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Playtime´s over (Viserys I Targaryen x servant!reader)
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synopsis: King Viserys calls you into his chambers for a favor.
warnings: DUB CON (power imbalance), age gap, very little plot, smut, oral (m recieving), p in v sex, unprotected sex
word count: 1.4k
A/N: This is technically my first smut in a while so please be nice. Also this can be read as a stand alone or as a prologue to my mini-series I could protect you
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You are sitting on a blanket with Aemond, a book on one thigh and the six year old Prince on the other. Enjoying the warmth of the late summer sun high in the sky from within the gardens, as you read the Prince a story of old Valyria. It was his favorite place in the entire keep, he had frequently told you, to which you let out a chuckle. Alicent had just recently scolded you for reading those cruel stories to a six year old, but Aemond would not stop pouting and huffing until he saw you pull out the book he wanted. In all fairness you think she is just overprotective of him. It is magnificent how such a ´well-behaved´ child could be so insistent and headstrong at the same time. You shake the thought with a smile. Even in his young age it is clear that Aemond has not many friends as it seems and you are happy to lend him some company whenever he asks. He is such a smart and kind child. You often feel sorry that he and his siblings each seem to share a deep interest with their father, yet the man could not be more uninterest in them. Your voice is quiet as to not interrupt the peace around  the two of you, barely heard over the singing birds in the trees and bushes around as a maid approaches you. Interrupting you mid-sentence.
“My apologies, Aemond. It seems like playtime is over for now.” You set the boy down so you can stand up.
“The king demands to see you.” The woman simply says. Her eyes are trained on you with a look of pity in them.
You thank her with a nod. Immediately you can feel the perspiration on your palms and close your eyes to take a deep breath, in the hopes it would make the wish to chew down your fingernails again.
“Are you in trouble?” You hear Aemonds calm but concerned voice behind you. He looked so serious for a child.
“No, of course not. What would possibly make you think that, little dragon?” You put on a smile for the boy again. He doesn´t need to see the nervousness in you at what comes next.
“Whenever my siblings or I talk to my father we get yelled at.” The statement makes you click your tongue in disapproval of the treatment these children experienced.
“Don´t worry, Aemond. I have to leave now, but if you wish to, we can continue our reading in the evening. Hm?” you pick up your tone in the hopes to cheer the young Prince up again. Even if only a bit.
“I would like that.” He gives you a smile back.
“Perfect. I will see you later then.” You make your way towards the Maegor´s holdfast as quickly as possible, without running. Wondering what it would be that he would ask of you today.
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Knocking quietly on the King´s chamber doors quietly you get called in in a matter of seconds. Viserys is sitting by his model, giving you some hope that today he had called you for something more innocent. You could not have been more wrong. Unknowing what his intentions for this meeting are, you stand by the closed door, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. You are sure you are not much older than the current queen, when rumors of her visits made their rounds through the castle´s staff.
“Your majesty called for me?” You bow your head in greeting.
“Yes. Come here.” The instruction comes in a calm tone and he doesn´t look up from his model.
“As you wish, your grace.” You go to kneel between his legs without any more words.
His leg muscles tense instantly under your touch as you let your hands rub over his thighs. Every stroke getting them closer to the hardness underneath the soft material of the clothing. Once your fingertips feel his manhood twitch, they waste no time to open the zipper to free his cock from its confines.
The two of you had done this countless times before. It never really got any easier, but you were always sure to find a present along with your moon tea. So, you start placing gentle kisses across his length, from the stones to the leaking tip. Which you grace with little kitten licks.
Viserys groans above you. One of his hands threading into your hair, tugging on it, at the roots. The action pulls a moan from your lips. You let his hand guide you. Your lips close around his shaft, taking him in as deep as possible without choking, hollowing out your cheeks to earn another groan. Viserys´ hand is not gentle as it guides your head up and down on his cock in a steady rhythm. He never had been. You don´t know why you still think it would change. His length twitches inside of your mouth. So you take him deeper, fastening the speed in which you bob your head up and down. It becomes harder to breath and you can feel your jaw starting to hurt slowly but surely. Then you here that moan and feel him twitch again. The telltale sign he is close to finishing. You pray for your knees that he comes quickly and start to play with his sac with the hand that isn´t wrapped around the base of his length.
Suddenly Viserys tugs at your hair again. Pulling you off him. You raise an eyebrow at him, but stay quiet.
“On the bed.” Comes his breathless instruction.
You follow it suit. Slipping the fine dress he had gifted you not too long ago over your head and rid yourself of your small clothes, before laying on your back in the middle of the mattress. Legs spread for him to see your cunny.
The corners of his parted lips go upwards with a huffed chuckle and you see the dilated pupils of those beautiful Targaryen typical lilac eyes travel downwards. Then with a deep inhale from both of your lungs he buries himself deep inside your tight heat. His breath fans over you face as he begins to move, but the way he ruts into your core is anything but romantic. It´s a cold way of satisfying his own needs without any regard for yours. A way to get rid of any stresses.
You make sure to hold on to his shoulders, gazing deeply into his eyes, that are focused on where he disappears inside of you. Soft and breathy whimpers fall from your mouth. Along with his huffs and hisses they are the only sounds in the room. The pace he sets at first is slow. Almost painfully so, with the lack of preparation, but when your hand finds its way between your legs to rub circles into the bundle of nerves sat atop of your cunt it gets easier. The motion sends sparks of pleasure through your body, the velvety walls fluttering around his cock. As a result Viserys picks up the pace with which he drives into you. The lewd sound of skin slapping on skin grows louder.
I doesn´t take long until you bring yourself to finish. Your walls tighten around him and in time with your shaking legs, you hear that telling groan from above you once more.
“Beg for me. Beg for my seed.” The kings breathless voice rings from over you and of course you oblige instantly.
“Please, my king. Spill yourself inside of me. Please give me your seed.” Your voice is high pitched and you look at him with the most needy look as your eyes meet.
With a few more rolls of his hips and a few more honey voiced pleas from your mouth, his forehead rests against your shoulder. You feel his finish paint your insides white, taking a few more breaths to calm down.
He is quick to pull his softening cock out of you and sit up at the edge of the bed, tugging himself into his pants to make himself presentable again. You do the same. Standing up to put your dress back on, with his seed dribbling down your thigh.
“Your majesty.” You curtsy once more when you are done. Closing the heavy door on your way out. Making your way through the corridors, to clean yourself up, before you returned to your proper tasks around the castle.
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lemmetreatya · 1 year
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this was very clearly his side job.
club bouncer!sukuna is well aware he didn’t have to commit fully to it, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the pompous power that the job brought him.
club bouncer!sukuna doesn’t believe he has favourites. every club had their fair share of sleazy gropers and pumping loud music. but he definitely looked forward to working at a certain club in particular — spice’s munchkins.
staffed majority of woman (bar the owner, kiyotaka ijichi himself) who were few of the most likeable people he knew, club bouncer!sukuna felt a tendency to look out for them more than he did the customers. because he’s not gonna lie, they were all stunnas in their own right. glamorous — with hairstyles that suited their features and outfits that accentuated their curvaceous bodies. it was sadly often that people would try to treat them like pushovers or start unnecessary trouble, but club bouncer!sukuna made it his mission to protect them. especially you.
“you good?!” you shout over the music towards club bouncer!sukuna as you clean up your work station.
the bar area isn’t too busy concerning the ‘entry before 12am = free drinks’ is over and most people are on the dance floor, and so club bouncer!sukuna takes the chance to lean onto the bar counter, his eyes freely dancing over the top half of your figure.
“a martini pornstar if you dont mind.”
with a roll of your eyes, you scoff in his direction albeit your smile is light.
“boy, you know i’m not allowed to pull those typa favours. Iji’s already warned me twice.”
“yeah, but i’m your favourite. you’ll let me slide, wont you?”
the two of you hold each other’s eye contact for a brief second. you’re sure you encounter something deeper, something more carnal than just a casual stare, but you easily relent and look away first.
“fine! but at least pay for one through the employee discount. i’m really not tryna lose my job.”
club bouncer!sukuna has his eyes linger on you a bit longer before he agrees with a grunt.
you quickly set the card machine up so that he can pay for his drink but then you move to the otherside of the bar to start making his drink.
however, halfway through you accidentally dropped the lick of dark red de kuyper onto your shirt, the sticky substance automatically seeping through. with a curse under your breath, you suddenly rush towards the toilets behind the bar.
seeing you randomly boister off, club bouncer!sukuna doesn’t think about why — he automatically follows you through behind the bar area, thinking something was dearly wrong.
“everything okay?!” club bouncer!sukuna’s voice is gravel as he speaks upon pushing the door open, but he doesn’t expect to see you with your shirt mildly wet with the buttons popped and your bra on display. instantly he backs up.
“oh, shit. my bad.” he gruffly mumbles but you stop him before he’s able to leave.
“no, it’s fine. you’re fine.”
you move around the man to pull him back into the staff bathroom before shutting the door behind him and for a second, club bouncer!sukuna feels his dick jump in excitement.
“fuck…” he breathes once you let go of him. you back up so that you can stand against the sink with your spine against the cold porcelain.
“what?” your lips look like glass beneath the toilet’s neon lights and club bouncer!sukuna is just dying for a taste.
“i know you feel that.”
“feel what?” you ask up at him with wide inquisitive eyes.
club bouncer!sukuna’s hands start to flex by his side as he feels his inner demons become stirred. he can hear his walkie talkie click for his presence but he dutifully ignores it because surely there was something deeper to your actions yet all you do is act clueless.
taking a step closer in your direction, club bouncer!sukuna bares his teeth as his lips curl upwards. yet his large hands quickly find solace atop your waist.
“don’t make me sound it out, woman. this. this thing between us.”
“what, you think i got the hots for you?” you say, despite you allowing club bouncer!sukuna‘s hands to knead your skin whilst you lay your hands over his chest.
“i know you do.” he snides, but then he’s pressing his tenting crotch against your thigh. “luckily, i feel the same way.”
club bouncer!sukuna doesn’t mind that you offer to suck him off because he’s singing low moans into the echoing bathroom once you do, his hands on your cheeks as he pretty much fucks your face.
but then he remembers that hes determined to treat you and so he finds obligation in eating you out against the wall as you stretch one of your legs wide open. messy juice stains his mouth but now its your turn to tug at club bouncer!sukuna‘s hair as you caused you to writhe and buck your hips into his mouth.
but because he’s a menace, club bouncer!sukuna doesn’t let you dip after he’s made you cum twice. no, club bouncer!sukuna is fucking your sweet cunt whilst cursing every profanity he knows because you’re exactly what he needs and wants to willingly. and his walkie talkie is now requesting the both of you, unsure of where you were.
club bouncer!sukuna doesn’t usually stay close to quick fucks — hasnt really got the heart to face them — but it’s something about you that makes him do something stupid, something so intimate.
whilst he’s zipping his trousers up and youre drying her blouse in the hand druer, club bouncer!sukuna groans.
“uhh…fuck. i dunno, man but…” club bouncer!sukuna kisses his teeth before nodding his head towards the door. “there’s a 24 hour food stop just up this street. you wanna grab somethin’ with me after our shifts?”
your eyes widen for a second but not for long. giggling with the man, you sweetly nod.
“sure. thought you’d never ask.” you say with a sigh of relief.
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seneon · 17 days
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Woaaah I'm so glad the you write for mashe. I don't know if ur open for request if not please ignore this
How about Rayne having to bring his twin sons to work cuz his wife is out for business then for some reason Mash and his gang came to the Divine visionary and typical mashle shenanigans ensues.
The catch tho is that the one twin son is like a carbon copy of Rayne and the other is the same but hair color is like in opposite sides.
If ur uncomfortable with this please ignore this. But I hope you have a great day!!!
★ little raynes and mashle shenanigans
notes. little raynes omg (im his wife like literally) also this is the last request before i start on a new project 🫡
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one rayne, two raynes, three raynes. and another rayne if you're counting finn to look similar to rayne. one twin looks exactly like his father, with half yellow and half black hair split in the center. his lines the same as rayne, both streaks that runs down his eyes. demeanor like his father's— serious, calm, and collected.
what about the other twin? he is exactly the same like his father. well, not really. he has the colour of your hair and a different type of line design. this twin is on the weaker side, seeing how he only has a single line that runs across his nose. just like you, with a single line. being the weaker twin, he was softer than his elder twin brother, often helping around town or anyone at all.
today rayne is all alone with his sons, as his wife had to visit her family's business to help around, so she left the boys with him. rayne is a busy divine visionary, he couldn't just leave his sons alone. so he brought them to his office. what a surprise, his brother's friends are all there. and rayne's eyes twitched at the chaos that is about to happen.
finn is the first one who greets them, for he is their uncle. being the loving and nice uncle finn is, he often spoils them and doesn't know when to stop. like always, he gave both the twins a candy each, ruffling with their head.
mash who has never seen rayne's children before, is fascinated by the fact that there are two other little raynes. one the exact copy, the other immediately reminding him of you. he doesn't know whether to continue feeling fascinated or to feel fear since there is a mini rayne in town now. what if mini rayne is as powerful as his dad?
lance who had no reaction to them at all. he already saw them, already met them, and already knew them long ago. in fact, the older twin quite likes lance. he sees lance as an icy and cool idol to admire.
dot who keeps the kids if they want tips on how to get a girlfriend and only the younger ames listens, for the elder one immediately finds dot annoying. the younger one is just curious on what the meaning of 'girlfriend' is, before lemon pushes dot away and apologised to the younger ames.
lemon who tells the twins not to mind dot, for he still hasn't find a girlfriend after years of being single. she tells them not to worry as they are still young and instead, gives them the cream puffs she has made for mash which ended up being way too much.
and rayne, who sighs and shakes his head at the growing trouble that he could smell from afar. seeing the piles of paper stacked on his table, he has no choice but to ask the help of the mashle friends to look after his kids. he could trust finn, but he doesn't trust the others. so he purposely gave the task to finn, but everyone else took it as an invitation to babysit two little raynes.
rayne will make sure to complain to his wife when she comes back home.
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minty364 · 18 days
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DPXDC Prompt #142 Part 2
His parents had spent years working on their portal, to the point where they were neglecting their own children. Danny didn’t know any better, neither did Jazz. To them it was just how their family ran and for the most part it worked for them. It allowed Danny to really study space and the Stars. His room was covered with different ship models on the shelves, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and posters on the walls.
Jazz had similarly explored her own thoughts and topics as she studied Psychology. Her room was more feminine but still had a certain scientific decorum to it.  
He never thought that he’d suddenly be ripped from all the things he loved. But here he was with the trench coat man, instead of taking some biology class or something.
“What happened with the portal?” Danny asked.
The man took a long sigh, “listen… quite a lot of shit went down after your accident.” 
“That tells me nothing,” Danny glared at the man.
“I get your upset kid, but let me at least know your name. Mine's John Constantine,” 
“…Danny,” Danny muttered after a moment. He wasn’t sure he trusted the man but he guessed he had no choice. He was also noticing he felt a bit off, it was the weirdest gut feeling and Danny was having trouble telling exactly what the feeling was. It was like the feeling was telling him to trust John, although at the same time John had this weird feeling about him that had Danny feeling weary. He decided to trust John just a little, hopefully it got him back home, after a moment Danny spoke again, “…Can you at least tell me if the portal worked?”
The room was silent for a moment and then John spoke “Alright, fine, I’ll tell you what happened but some background first, do you know who the ancients are?” 
The name didn’t sound familiar, “Ancients? Like Ancient Aliens or something?” 
“No, no…” John took a swig from a flask in his pocket and then started fiddled with an unlit cigarette he pulled from a different pocket. He then looked Danny up and down, “You don’t know the first thing about the infinite realms do you?”
“The what?” None of this was making any sense and the more Danny talked to this guy the more he was getting a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Something about this conversation felt wrong, like Danny should know all of this already but he just didn’t. 
“Right well… I guess the easiest way to explain this is the portal your parents made was to the infinite realms.” John said, putting the cigarette in his mouth.
“My parents called it the Ghost Zone.” Danny muttered.
John seemed to chuckle at that, “I mean it is mainly inhabited by ghosts, however they aren’t the only ones, far from it in fact. I’m sorry but… I couldn’t allow your parents unlimited access to the realms. I had to disable it and prevent it from being reactivated.”
Danny felt a little disheartened after hearing that, he guessed John was probably right though. He remembered hearing his parents talk about how they’d dissect every ghost they found to study them. The bully’s at his school often bullied Danny over it especially after his dad and mom would continually embarrass him on parent teacher nights and on field trips.
Danny let out a small sigh, “so when can I go home?”
John looked a little surprised, his eyebrow quirked up, “so you're unaware of your situation right now?”
“Situation?” Danny trailed off, he remembered getting shocked and then he remembered waking up here, “where are we?”
John let out another sigh, “shit, well from my research you're supposed to know everything about your powers when you wake up.”
This made no sense to Danny, powers? Danny didn’t have powers, he didn't have the meta-gene.
“Powers? I don’t have the meta-gene. I think you have the wrong person.” Danny stated as he folded his arms in front of himself.
“Then how are you floating?” John asked with a smirk.
Danny looked down and he indeed was floating just an inch off the bed, he wondered when that started but the feeling threw him off a little as he stumbled a little trying to keep himself upright. It didn’t work and he fell back down on the bed with a little thud. He turned to see John watching him with a small hint of amusement in his eyes. 
“What am I?” Danny asked, his voice small and a little panicked.
“You, Danny Fenton, are an Ancient. I know the term makes it seem like you're old but the term is more because your people are ancient in age.” The explanation made no sense to Danny but he could somehow float now. He thought the term ‘Ancient’ was a little much for some floating powers.
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miguel-ohara-lover · 7 months
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Hello I’d like to request something :3 what if miguel was a maifa boss and he was both Spider-Man and the worlds deadliest maifa boss and he teased reader as spider man, like when he saves her.
“You should really be careful. Wouldn’t want a monster swallowing you up now~” and one day she’s in danger from a tentacle monster (or something) and his identity is shown and the two go home after the monster is defeated and just have the most steamiest of S E X-
OmggGGGGG- yes yes yes
Miguel x F!Reader - Savior
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CW: NSFW, mafia, s e x w/ plot
Word count: 1,435
The infamous Spider-Man had saved you many times now. Honestly, with how much you needed rescuing it seemed like you were just asking for trouble. You never got close enough to learn anything… personal. He’d swoop in, save you, carry you off to a safe spot or even your apartment, and that was that. Despite not knowing him personally, you started developing feelings for the masked hero.
Every time he saved you, you became distracted by him. How tall he was, the way his tight suit defined every curve and muscle of his body. That sexy voice that made you wet every time he spoke. His entire being turned you on. Your body had very inconvenient timing. You couldn’t believe you were more focused on swooning over him than your life being in danger. Maybe your body just knew you were safe in his presence, and all worries washed away.
Today was no different. After so many encounters with villains and criminals, they started to not scare you, you knew he’d rescue you. So when a giant slimy tentacle monster grabs hold of you, the usual sense of fear didn’t overwhelm you it like so often did. You did scream at first, as the monster coiled it’s long tendril around your ankle and houses you up in the air. Blood flowed to your head quickly and you squirmed. Of course this happens the day you wore a skirt.
Just like clockwork, you saw the familiar neon red webs go flying by as Spider-Man swung in. And like every single time you grew so wet at the sight of him, your mind completely forgetting about the danger you are in.
“You should really be careful. Wouldn’t want a monster swallowing you up now~” Spider-Man teased as he tied the beast up with his webs. He did take notice of your skirt, exposed panties so wet. He’s so distracted he doesn’t notice the monster swinging a tentacle at him, slamming him against a building.
His suit glitched, and you could see his face for a brief moment. Your eyes widen in shock when you immediately recognize him. Miguel O’Hara. The mafia boss that practically ruled the country with his power. He was Spider-Man? He was the one saving everyone? The one that made you feel so incredibly horny every time you saw that blue and red suit.
He quickly got his suit fixed before getting back in the fight, easily defeating this monster. The tendril let go of you and you fell to the ground with a yelp. He caught you in those muscular arms and your heart skipped a beat. Spider-Man, well... Miguel, brought you to the rooftop of a tall building and set you down to make sure you're not injured.
“So...” You started, “You're Miguel O'Hara, huh?” That was a very bold starter sentence, even for you. His head snapped in your direction, the eyes of his mask squinting as he looked at you.
“Who told you that?” He growled.
You suddenly realize what the fuck you just did and you back up against the railing. “Well your suit glitched and I saw your face and-” You cut yourself off when you heard him chuckle. He was laughing at you?
“I figured you'd find out eventually, Carino. With how wet you are I just knew you'd learn sooner or later.” A deep blush spread across your cheeks as you realized he had seen your panties, soaked with your slick just from watching him as he saved you. You subconsciously closed your legs, and he definitely noticed.
Without saying another word he scooped you up again and took you to your apartment. You knew where this was going, and the thought just soaked your panties even more as you clung to him. He entered your apartment through the window and his mask dissolved so you could see his face clearly. He truly did look intimidating face to face, but you didn’t feel any fear.
Miguel looked around your apartment before looking back at you. He smirked before pushing you against the wall, and you pulled him into a deep kiss, feeling a bit impatient now. You didn’t know what came over you, you didn’t understand why you had this deep need to get fucked by him.
His hands are all over you as the two of you make out, your hands on his big shoulders. You felt the rest of his suit dissolve and his bare skin on your hands, letting out a small gasp when his hard cock sprung free against your clothed pussy. He shivered a little feeling the wet fabric on his dick.
You were lifted with ease, your legs wrapping around him as he pinned you to the wall. With a free hand he ripped your panties off using his talons. He rubbed his cock between your wet folds, getting it all slick and lubed up. You let out another gasp when you saw the size, now you were scared. How could that fucking fit? He was huge!
As he rubbed against you, the tip kept teasing your needy hole and covering your pussy with precum. You pulled him closer with your legs and he grunted when he felt the tip almost enter you.
“Cálmate…” He groaned into your ear before dipping his head to kiss your neck, nipping and leaving hickeys. His actions as well as the feeling of the cock tease your clit made you moan. You whine and try to pull him against you more. He gives in this time, pressing the tip into your hole slowly.
You moan as he enters you, feeling your pussy stretch so tight around him. He goes slow at first, pushing in inch by inch until he’s completely buried in you. His hands grab and grope as your body, your hips, your tits, your ass, he wants to feel all of you. He groaned when he couldn’t and started ripping the rest of your clothes off so he can see your skin against his.
His hands settled on your hips as he started rocking his slowly, moving his length in and out. It was agonizing. You needed more. To feel more. Your hands found their way to his waist and you tried to make him pick up his speed. He let out a chuckle, and suddenly your hands were tied with red webs, suspended to the ceiling. Now you were truly at his mercy.
You moaned as his pace quickened, your pussy clenching around his girth as he fucked you into the wall. Your mind went fuzzy, all thoughts consumed by Miguel and how fucking amazing he felt inside you. Your head fell against his shoulder as more beautiful moans escaped your lips. He whispered praises in your ear, telling you how good you felt on him and how amazing you sounded.
As you clenched around him more he groaned. He had been pent up all day, and everything about you was just pulling him to the edge. He did not want to release first, and he started thrusting faster in hopes to make you cum first, to give you a mind blowing orgasm. You moan against his shoulder as the tip of his cock hit that special spot.
His hand traveled down, and he started to play with your clit. You squirm and cry as he rubs circles around your bud, feeling that familiar tightness in your stomach.
“Shit I… fuck I’m close…” You moaned and he nodded in response, speeding up with hand to match the pace of his cock. A few more thrusts and you were undone, letting out a loud cry as you came all over his dick, tightening around him over and over. He grunted and hilted in you as he released as well, filling you up with his cum.
He rocked his hips slowly as you both rode out your orgasms, placing kisses to your neck and shoulders. Once you both calmed down you whined as the overstimulation as he continued his slow thrusts. He finally pulled out and you sighed in relief, your clit twitching from so my stimulation.
“Does this make me your hot trophy wife?” You joked as you panted, earning a grin from him. “You know ‘cause of the mafia thing. We could make this a regular thing~” You chuckled.
“I guess it would keep you out of trouble. So we’ll see, depends how much you can take.” He smirked, and your eyes widened when he moved you to the couch, cock already hardening again as he positioned you for round two…
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bedoballoons · 6 months
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Ok I'm back since I'm no longer busy and was wondering if you could do a lyney,scaramouche,Xiao, kazuha and maybe tighnari with a giyuu or like a reader with a cryo vision that allows her to create life forms similar to alsa I guess and maybe where she has a pet that has like pyro abilities
Welcome back!!! Sorry it took me so long to get to this request done but I absolutely loved writing it and I hope you enjoy!!!
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{༻~Cryo vision~༺}
CW: Fluffy!
(Includes: Lyney, Tighnari, Xiao, Kazuha, and Scaramouche!)
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𑁍༄Lyney:
"No no no! Wait!" You called out to your little pet, hurrying after the fire ball as it rolled along the beach of Fontaine, unbothered by your shouting and flailing. Just as you started to run out of breath, about to use your vision as a last resort, your pet jumped into Lyneys arms, licking his face all over while the magician laughed happily, "Well now, look who it is. Causing trouble for my beautiful partner again are we,...ah but alas you're to adorable to stay mad at." Lyney scratched under your pets chin, earning a happy little noise of approval.
You caught your breath, watching the whole scene unfold and holding back the urge to go, awwwwe. After their cute little moment your fire ball ran back to you, followed by Lyney who immediately pulled you in for a kiss, placing his hat atop your head while you giggled happily.
𑁍༄Tighnari:
Tighnari watched the bird in front of him with amazement...it's entire body pale blue in colour and resembling that of a ice statue...yet it could move like a real bird...he'd never seen anything like it before. That is until you'd used your vision in combat, animals of a frozen nature springing forth into battle while he stood there in complete shock, slightly awestruck by the entire situation.
"And you've been able to do this ever since you received your vision?" His ears quirked in your direction, making you smile for no particular reason, "Yep...ever since I could use the powers of cryo I've been able to make animals of all shapes and sizes, and they stay until I say otherwise too." Tighnari nodded, very gently petting the bird while it chirped away in content, "Incredible..."
𑁍༄Xiao:
If you had told Xiao a couple hours ago that he'd be using a large ice bear as a ride because of a injury he had sustained during a fight over your pet fire ball...he would have turned away from you and acted like you were insane, but now here he was, laying back against the freezing pale blue exterior of bear while you held your traumatized pet in your arms like a poor little baby. The entire two hours before this feeling like something out of a strange storybook.
"You know...when you said you were good with animals...I thought you'd meant animals of natural origin, not ones created by your vision." Xiao turned his head in your direction, his dark teal green hair sweeping over his face and his yellow eyes almost looking a bit dazed as he stared up at you. You looked away shyly, a light blush coating your cheeks as you watched the sunset, "I'm still good with animals, I just prefer the ones that are a bit cold...they usually have the warmest hearts."
𑁍༄Kazuha:
You weren't sure how long you'd been laying in bed, listening to the soft sounds of Kazuha laughing while he played with your pet and made waffles for breakfast. Even though you were hungry and very awake by now, you just couldn't bring yourself to interrupt such a sweet sound, afterall it wasn't often there were mornings as perfect as this...and you just wanted to enjoy it for as long as it would let you.
Of course it couldn't last forever, before long you heard Kazuhas footsteps walking towards you and you quickly shut your eyes and pretended to be asleep, excitement suddenly coursing through your veins when you felt his weight on the bed. It took everything in you to keep your blush at bay when he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead and cupped your cheek in his hand, "Good morning angel"
𑁍༄Scaramouche:
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"Give it back you pathetic worm!" Scaramouches blood was boiling, more threats spilling from his lips than you had ever heard,...but you just couldn't stop laughing, your stomach sore from over use and your eyes watering with happy tears. You had used your vision to create cryo birds, who you then instructed to steal his hat and hold it just above his reach, torturing him with his own shortness while you enjoyed the entire show.
"That's it!" He stopped his failing attempts to retrieve his hat and walked over to you, his purple eyes narrowed with rage, but you for some reason weren't scared in the slightest. "Scaramouche calm down-" You tried but he caught you off, pulling you close to him and kissing you so deeply that when he pulled away you were at a loss for words, staring at his smirk...
"Now who looks like a idiot."
ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧
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My Beloved (Damian Wayne x Reader)
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Word Count: 2740
Warnings: None
Summary: Not knowing how to express his feelings any other way, Damian resorts to calling you pet names in his mother's tongue in order to air out his pent up affection.
“Habibti, can you hand me the yellow frosting?” Damian was in deep trouble - absolutely terrible, hideous trouble. 
“Of course!” You reached over to your left and handed him the buttercream, the arabic pet name flying over your head. 
In his language, Habibti was a sign of endearment given to your lover, usually meaning something along the lines of My Love or Darling - but to you, he was utterly convinced that you believed it was a form of belittlement similar to Idiot.
Of course, Damian was too afraid to correct you and he was not sure if you would believe him if he tried. He would rather keep it a sweet secret to himself, even if his fragile heart was practically leaping its way out of his rib cage to expose itself to you. 
“You know, if you want to call me something mean at least make it so I can understand you.” You laughed, a noise that would certainly haunt him late at night when he was alone and longed for your presence. 
“But it’s much more fun seeing you like this.” You scruched your nose, your forehead creasing with the movement. Your lips were parted but no words came out. It was an adorable look he had grown to love despite how dorky you appeared. 
You retaliated with a poorly placed handful of orange frosting along his cheek, your lips twisting into a pout that only served to make the fantasies of kissing you worsen. 
Orange was an obnoxiously disgusting color but he would bathe in a lazarus pit full of orange frosting if you wished it. 
He ran his thumb along his cheek and licked away whatever frosting was there. Alfred’s special buttercream frosting really was to die for. Damian enjoyed the way your eyes slightly widened, relishing in the fact that it wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone else. He liked to think that the scarlet decorating your face was because of him being undoubtedly sexy, and not the fact that it was because it was a hot summer’s day. 
“You’re staring, ya amar.” He smirked. “And I believe that cookie has way too much frosting, it looks like Picaso threw up all over it.”
Ya Amar had to be Damian’s second favorite pet name for you, translating to my moon. He often recalled the way his mother praised the moon for its beauty, treating it similar to a guiding life force. More than anything, Damian wanted to be the sun that illuminated your countenance - to be the man who kept you steady and loved you even if you just saw yourself as a clumpy rock. The name suited you perfectly. You were his beautiful, crated moon with star imbued eyes and a body that reflected the power of an inescapable black hole. 
“Hey, are those cookies almost finished? B wants them set out within the hour-” Tim walked in, his under eye bags accentuated further with the distasteful dark blue sweater he threw on. 
His brother paused, rolling his eyes at the state of the dining table. Damian hoped that the kitchen disaster was enough of a distraction for him not to notice the lovey-dovey eyes he assuredly was giving his best friend. 
“We’ll clean it up, Tim. Sorry about that.” You replied quickly. “But most of the cookies are done, Damian still has a few to finish though.”
You nudged him with your elbow, grinning wildly like the Cheshire cat. 
“Just don’t get distracted flirting with each other, I don’t want to deal with an irritated Bruce.”
“Shut up, Timothy. At least we aren’t aggressively making out like how you and Conner were at the last gala.” Damian shot back. 
Tim frowned. “I’m too tired to deal with this. Try not to explode anything, okay?”
Damian waved off his brother and went back to decorating one of the cookies for the large event at Wayne Manor tonight. It was a charity event to raise awareness of the increase in homeless population on the streets of Gotham, and alongside the event, his family was hosting a soup kitchen for any struggling person on the streets. Along with a hearty, full course meal, they would be served one of the cookies being decorated by the two of you. 
Although Damian’s father normally did not allow any friend’s to charity events, you were always an exception due to the fact that if you weren’t there, Damian would blow a gasket and murder someone if he was in a suit for too long. Your presence beside Damian was often looked over when you were both younger, but now that a few years had gone by plenty of journalists speculated the possibility of “a secret blooming relationship.” 
The common theory circulating around Gotham was the idea that his father was disapproving of them being together since you were a “commoner,” therefore excusing the lack of concrete evidence of the relationship existing. Damian had found the notion completely ridiculous; even if his father disapproved of you in that context, that would not stop him from loving you the way he always dreamed, consequences be damned. 
You treated the whole situation with carefree ease, giggling at the awful pictures and wack job theories concocted by 40 year old men looking to sell half-baked news. On one hand, Damian was pleased that the unwanted attention did not bother you, but deep down he also felt a pang of poison seep its way into his bloodstream. Was the idea of being his lover that much of a joke? 
The clicking of a phone keyboard brought him back to reality. Damian peered over your shoulder and saw Safari pulled up.
 “What ever are you doing, habibti?” 
“I’m trying to decipher what you are calling me.” You said. “Can you repeat that last word for me, please?”
The youngest Wayne felt every single pour in his body drip in sweat, excess saliva pooling in his mouth. Perhaps if his blood was functioning properly, then he would have found a better response other than a simple no. 
It was very rare for Damian to be properly caught off guard. He should have thought that you would have looked up the words he was repeating, should have come up with a game plan instead of looking like a strangled goose. 
His first instinct was to snatch the phone away and cut it up with the plastic, buttercream decorated knife. Damian could pretend to be possessed by a ghost and buy you a better phone with specially installed programs that inhibited your ability to look up any Arabic term. Yes, that was a wonderful idea-
“How are there zero search results?!!” You exclaimed, turning to him. “Did you make up a language or something? Why are there absolutely zero results??”
Damian looked at your phone again. You certainly took some liberties with the spelling of the pet name, letting him relax into his seat. It was nowhere close to how the word was spelled. He couldn’t help but chuckle. 
“Why are there two y’s in the word?”
Your cheeks flushed. “Well maybe if you told me the other 20 languages you spoke I’d get somewhere.”
For the next 15 minutes, you angrily punched in 17 different ways to spell Habibti, all massively incorrect and leading to nowhere. You eventually threw your phone on the ground with a huff while he cackled. 
“This is so unfair. I demand restitution for the amount of time I have lost thanks to you.” Damian hummed.
“I can’t give you back those missing minutes, but I can pay you back with your favorite meal and my full attention tonight.” 
You pretended to ponder over the offer, but Damian knew you could not say no to Alfred’s cooking. “Okay, fine. But only because I love Alfred’s food and nothing else.”
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The moon peered over the horizon, the stars twinkling like falling fairy dust on a navy blue canvas. Hundreds of Gotham’s richest filled Wayne Manor, most of which were dressed with gaudy colors and bedazzlements, with feathers and overpriced jewels. 
Damian was dressed in a dark green suit, one that Alfred had picked a little while ago. He was fully aware of the lustful stares he was given by the woman (and some of the men) there but he could care less. There was only one person he cared about impressing and that said person was “discreetly” stuffing themselves with a plate full of food in the corner. 
As an attendant of the Gala, you were in a stunning dress that fit every single curve of your body marvelously, all courtesy to Stephanie who helped you pick out the dress to begin with. Heat rose to his cheeks and he began fumbling with his tie. 
Damian was not the only one there to notice your beauty either. As you were trying to polish off your plate of food, several men had made attempts to woo you onto the dancefloor. Thankfully you declined all of their advances - Damian was not sure what he would have felt if you did. If it weren’t for the hundreds of other people present, he would have unquestionably sliced off the suitors hands if they tried to touch you again. 
“Ya Helo, you look…” His throat clogged as you stared up at him. “You look stunning…”
Damian was convinced that your smile was the brightest thing in the universe; he was also sure that it could cure any bout of irritation or sadness possible. 
“About time you showed up! Are you done flirting with the 70 year old women yet or does your dad want you back in there?” You poked his chest, the touch feeling like an electrical transfer. 
“You know that I would never flirt with those women back there, Habibti. My dad just wanted me to manipulate them into giving more of their money to charity.”
Before you could pull your hand away, he clasped it and brought it closer to his heartbeat. Your hands were a pebble compared to his own and yet they still managed to fit perfectly together like Incan architecture.
“I-I…” You looked away with a crooked smile. “I know that, obviously. I just wanted to tease you a bit!”
When you turned towards him once more, he noticed the way your eyes trailed down his visage, strawberry lips parting ever so slightly. Your laughter died in your throat. The scene felt like the ridiculous romcoms he analyzed from time to time while you were over. All he had to do was lean in a little bit closer and his dreams would be fulfilled-
The tight grip of someone’s hand seized his arm, effectively pulling him away from his darling. The movement caught Damian off guard (the second time that day). There was only a select handful of people who were able to sneak up on him like that…
“Mother.” Damian seethed, turning to gaze upon the woman with a cold glare. “What are you doing here?”
Fitted for the occasion in a sleek black dress, Talia crossed her arms and matched her son’s glare. “Is a mother not allowed to visit her son, especially when he has not messaged her in months?”
Damian stood in front of you, his hands slightly raised in case Talia decided to activate her mother bear mode. Talia’s eyes furrowed, her lip pursing. 
“How about you and your little friend follow me upstairs. You can tell me all about how you two met.” She suggested but her voice made it sound more like a threat. 
Damian hated how your smile disappeared and was replaced with an apprehensive grimace. He reached for your hand and squeezed. 
“Dami…” 
“It’ll be alright habib albi…” He whispered, squeezing your hand once again. As the three of them climbed up the stairs, the soft tune of the violin faded into nothing, not even background noise. 
“Mother, I find this hardly necessary. Could you have interfered in my life some other day?” Damian groaned. 
“Of course not, my son.” Talia shut the door of the room they entered. “If I had, I wouldn’t have been able to meet the girl who stole my beloved’s heart.”
Damian’s heart dropped. “I- what?”
“Y-you must be mistaken. Damian and I…Damian doesn’t like me like that!” You stuttered out with nervous laughter. 
Talia raised a single eyebrow. “I find that extremely hard to believe considering what I heard him call you.”
Fuck. Damian mentally slapped himself. He should have known that his mother would have heard him call you that. The pet name was just so natural to him, slipping off his tongue like sweet honey, he forgot that his mother would have been able to understand. 
You tilted your head towards Damian then back to Talia, reflexively playing with your hair. “I…maybe you misheard? He calls me these made up names, they really have no meaning.”
“Wait, so he has not told you what they meant?”
“No, he refused to tell me and when I looked it up, there were no search results.” You said. 
“Mother, please-” 
Talia raised her hand to silence him. “I can’t believe you have been lying to her, Damian! I have raised you better than that. She deserves to know that you are calling her Love of my heart and Darling in Arabic!”
You snapped your head towards Damian, who was internally screaming a colorful variety of cuss words towards his mother. He expected you to look horrified and slap him away, to run for the hills and never speak to him again. 
Instead you had this beautiful awestruck look in your galaxy-filled eyes. Your face was a deep crimson.
“Dami…” You hesitated. “Is this true?” 
The hopeful tone in your voice was as intoxicating as a few shots of bourbon.  
Damian imagined that the day he confessed to you would be atop a starry hill with perfectly blooming jasmines and evening primroses. He would pull you into his arms and whisper his love for you when the moon was at its peak, ending it with a kiss if you let him. It would have been perfect, if fate allowed it to be.
However, there were no starry hilltops or sweetly smelling fragrances - no moon that would peer over them and give its blessing. But you were there with him, an arm's reach away. As long as you were there, wasn't that all that mattered?
Damian glared at his mother, who was in the background with a smug smile, pretending to not overhear the conversation. When she didn’t get the message, he cleared his throat as loud as he could. 
“Fine. I suppose I’ll leave you to it - but I expect you to message me afterward since I did the hard work for you.” Talia sauntered her way out of the room, leaving you and Damian alone.
“You didn’t answer my question, Dami…” You glanced up at him with a shy smile. “Were you really secretly giving me pet names in Arabic?”
Reaching for your hands, Damian pulled you close to create a few inch gap. “Yeah…I wanted a way to show you how much I…how much I loved you without you figuring out.”
You giggled, the vibrations of it causing his heart to flutter. “You’re a dork, you know that? I would have reciprocated your feelings no matter what, but it would have been nice if you had told me sooner.” 
Your finger trailed down his neck to his collarbone, leaving a trail of lightning in its wake. “I demand more restitution for the time lost.”
Damian hummed, pretending to think of the perfect solution despite him already having one. You edged closer to him. 
“How about,” he began, “I kiss you until your lips are as blue as this night sky?”
But before you could respond, Damian already brought his lips to yours.  The dreams and fantasies he had did not live up to the actual softness of your lips - the subtle taste of raspberries filling his senses. 
Your hands tangled into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. “Shouldn’t we go back to the Gala?”
Damian looked back at the door, contemplating how mad his father would be if he ditched the rest of the party. It was waning closer to midnight anyway and he could just say you were tired. 
He turned back to you, his smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “He’ll be fine. Besides, I would rather be with you than flirt with 70 year old women.”
Your attempted giggle was covered with the rougher press of his lips against yours, causing you to fall backwards onto the guest bed. After years of calling you Habibti, now he could finally say it without you thinking it was an insult.
Damian is a simp with huge dimples. Fight me.
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