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churipu · 2 months

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STRAIGHT TO VOICEMAIL 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. cursing, mentions of death, gojo being sad and angry, 2006 gojo geto shoko.

note. for some reason i feel angsty today and i just saw this prompt on pin, just had to write it lol.

gojo has never loathed himself more than when he missed your call — your very last call.

"i could've fuckin' saved them, suguru." gojo blankly stared at the ceiling, his head thrown back onto the couch's rest; he was conflicted, he didn't know what to do. it was as if his motoric abilities had just stopped all of a sudden.

"satoru . . ."

"i could've fuckin' saved y/n." the white haired male mumbled out, his face scrunching in frustration.

gojo has dealt with death. a lot. the concept of death isn't a stranger to him anymore, not in this world — and to think that he'd actually be alive to experience deaths of his loved ones, thinking he could have done so much more made him hate himself.

god, gojo hated crying in front of other people. the aura in the room was palpable. nobody spoke —nobody dared to speak— and the only sound resounding was the vague ticking belonging to the clock hanging on the wall.

"i could've fuckin' saved them," the male repeated for the third time, his voice breaking that he had to inhale sharply to stop himself from breaking down right there.

gojo pushed himself up, placing his palms above his eyes, pressing down on them harshly; he lets out a loud sigh, "where the fuck did it all go wrong?"

"y/n was killed in action . . ." god, gojo wanted to rip his hair out when yaga called him in privately to say that. the male had lost count of how many times the statement repeated in his mind.

frankly, it's haunting.

out of all the news he could have received today, he never expected to hear your death lulling into his eardrums. so soon. so many things swirling in his mind all at once that even he, deemed the strongest, felt the sensation of losing. he felt weak.

"hi, 'toru — you're probably busy since my call went straight to voice mail, but 'm just saying . . . i love you, and i miss you. so much." there was a slight pause and your breathing shallowed into the mic, every single detail in your last moments were graved in that file, "'m not sure if . . . i'll be back as soon as i promised, but, i just want you to know that whatever happens. happens."

there was a slight static before your soft voice recoiled back into the mic, "i've never broken any promises to you, but this might be the very first time — and just know that i've never wanted to do this, i fucking hate myself for this," your voice broke slightly, "'m bleeding. a lot. but 'm trying to stop it just like how ieiri taught me. and i think 'm doing shit at it . . . i don't know what happened, and how it happened; but 'm not doing okay."

"i don't want to die, 'toru." you whispered into the mic, hoarse and weak — feeling the life drain out, "i really don't want to die . . . i have so many things i want to do with you, and suguru, and ieiri . . ." you murmur out, inhaling sharply but it all ended up with you coughing out in pain.

"remember that time i said i wanted to open a pet hotel . . ? i don't know if you think i was joking, but i was really serious about opening one," you began to mumble out, all in random directions — none of your words make any sense anymore, and you could barely keep yourself awake.

"i don't want to die, please," you pleaded, desperate for life. no matter what you did at this point — the light inside of you was almost out, and you can't do anything about it, "fuck. i hate this. so much, 'toru."

"i want to see you again. i miss you. i miss you so so much," you softly murmur out, " . . . i love you. i love you so much, satoru."

and everything ended right after. including you.

gojo has never loathed himself more than when he missed your call. your. very. last. call.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo #satoru #gojo angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjk angst #gojo satoru angst #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #angst

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queenendless · 6 months

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😷🤒Sick Day(Adult!SatoSugu x Sick!Fem!Reader)🤒😷

A/N: Yep this is part of that SatoSugu Teacher AU alongside Moving Day and Nights.

Also, announcement. I have smut writing fatigue after just putting out one and I'm down with a cold right now. So that vampire AU gang bang piece is happening next month. I'm so sorry for this yall. Thanks though to everyone who commented on that and helped me decide.

But I will hopefully be posting a JJK Halloween piece to make up for it. A headcannon/ imagined scenario where the JJK cast celebrate Halloween with my ideal fave pairings in couples costumes and such in this what if AU. And yas it gonna be SatoSugu x Fem or GN reader, idk on that part yet.

All credit for JJK and its characters goes to the madman that is Gege.

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope you enjoy!

Your throat feels raw.

Your nose feels stuffy.

And you kept coughing every few minutes.

You should have figured spotting a curse forming from a virus epidemic happening in the hotel across the street would pose a high ass risk of getting infected yourself.

But as a Window, it was your job, as life risking as it was.

The more people inside and around the building got infected, the Grade 4 grew closer to Grade 3. If it kept up, dozens upon hundreds would die.

"Ijichi-san. Disease curse. Transitioning from Grade 4 to Grade 3. Requesting sorcerer help here immediately." You struggled speaking over the phone as you kept coughing, dispatching the address to him, seeing the revolting curse grow in size as its toxic presence spilled, tripping as you tried keeping your distance.

Your head was pounding and you could barely focus as Ijichi-san panicked on his end.

"L/n-san!? L/N-SAN!"

In a moment of ailment, you dropped your phone, causing it to disconnect from the impact.

You were barely able to keep a grip on your phone or walk without faltering as you felt more drained with each passing moment. You blinked a lot as you tried staying alert, stumbling before collapsing against a parked empty vehicle on the street, sliding down to your bum just to rest your aching head against your knees, hugging your legs to your chest.

That curse's smogs began spreading down the streets, into traffic, and nearby occupied establishments.

Believing help wouldn't get here in time through the systematic process, you opted for your wild card, shakily picking up your now cracked screen device.

"Toru. Curse problem. Get here ASAP. Please." Texting the address in your feverish haste, you pressed send before curling in on yourself, welcoming sleep to rest your aching self.

In just under the next few minutes — more like moments — you felt a boom in the cursed energy atmosphere, that curse no longer being sensed. At last, it was done.

The shift from freezing metal to cozy soft fabric stirred you awake a bit. Along with the feel of solid warm arms draped around your shoulders and under your knees. Those big smooth hands squeezing your shoulder and your kneecap had you tugging weakly on the front of that top, pressing your face against your makeshift pillow, struggling to open your eyes as your hearing painted the picture for you in the meantime.

"A majority will spend weeks recuperating. The ones closest to the cause will spend months in the hospital at best. Still though, no casualties. Thank you for the help." High chances it was one of the many medics on site for post cleanup.

"You can thank the young woman here for that. She was the first responder, after all. I'll tend to her recovery myself. Sayonara." You know that voice right away, even when he was muffled, relaxing further in his hold.

"This cold isn't going away anytime soon. Too bad reversed cursed techniques don't make the common cold go away." Your half lidded eyes still had him swooning at how frail and precious you were in his arms.

You murmured, noticing him in his black long sleeved top, matching sweatpants, and face mask with the blindfold. "Blindfolded giant." That's when you realized a face mask was put on you as well, your muffled coughs hitting cloth.

You could already picture him beaming, grinning, as he laughed a bit.

"Correction. Your blindfolded giant, darling~ Now then, let's get you home."

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Geto typing away on his computer, working on his latest reports.

Gojo straddling his lap, hugging him as he napped against his dear best friend slash hubbie.

The former smiling fondly at the motion before picking up where he left off was their situation before both men's phones began vibrating and ringing.

"Geto-san! L/n-san has reported a disease curse spotting! But she was cut off before I could get further details!"

"She just texted me the location." The sleepiness was wiped away, replaced with firm seriousness, as Gojo started getting off of him to get some shoes on.

"Ijichi-san, do not fret. Satoru will handle the curse." Geto calmly responded over the phone before speaking concerningly to his snowy-haired hubbie. "Toru, bring a face mask in case the affected area reaches where you land post teleport."

Said man smooched his hubbie in kind before slipping on the black face mask to match his current apparel. "Wait up for us, Sugu~"

Seeing you both back, teleporting into your home office, Suguru smooched Satoru the moment he took that face mask right off. Pressing the back of his palm against your forehead to double check for a fever, Suguru's dismay was warranted.

So being there when you awoke from your fever dream tucked in the middle of your guys' giant bed meant Suguru patting your now sweating forehead with a wet rag, you trembling from chills raking your skin followed by feeling warmer the next minute as you coughed into a tissue he handed to you.

"Well dearest, you've got yourself a nasty cold here." Suguru noted with a gray face mask on as well, seated by you on his side of the bed.

"Ah bah." Your raspy spat earned you a cough into your fist before you were offered a filled up water bottle by Satoru who was sitting behind you on his side; blindfold off but face mask back on.

"Welp, I exorcized the curse and brought your cute self back here. Plus I got that report to work on in your precious stead. So you're welcome." He gently ran his fingers through your hair to ease you in whatever way he could.

"Thank you Toru." You slowly sat up and were then handed some cold pills by Suguru to down some water with. "Thank you Sugu."

"Now that we've made our home Ground Zero, you are hereby confined to this room. Drink plenty of fluids. Take your medicine. Get lots of rest. Do you hear me, young lady?" Suguru's smart ass tone made you pout.

"Yes mom." You murmured raspy.

Satoru snorted behind his face mask to which Suguru whacked him in the shoulder across from him with narrowed eyes. "At least Megumi and the twins are living in the dorms now and Tsumiki was able to convince her classmate to stay at her place for a while. Meaning we three have the place to ourselves~"

"Does that mean … I have to sleep by myself?" You whimpered, cracking their resolve. "Neither the Gojo Geto bears, nor the Gojo Geto cats, not even the Gojo Geto giant round plushies can substitute for the real deal." You moped, pointing at said custom made toys lined up on the window seat on the far side of the room.

"Aww, Suguru, how can we deny our lovely sweetheart the company of her valiant handsome knights in the flesh, huh~!?" Satoru dramatized his own cries, muffled though.

Suguru sighed, consigning. "At least one of us should. Who else will be teaching the first years in the meantime?"

"Round robin, then? Last one left standing tends to that noble martyr and gets our dear sweetheart to be their own personal nurse in the end … huh …" That hum and those inquiring eyes could only bode mischief. "I volunteer Suguru to go first!"

"Not gonna happen, Satoru." He immediately denied.

"But to be fed by, bathed by and be doted on by our angel is heaven sent~!" Satoru gushed.

"Which is why you shouldn't be the only one getting that special treatment!" Suguru being jealous at possibly being left out on that.

"Hey!" Your strained shout ends in a coughing fit, curled up in bed, sniffling to which Suguru hands you a big enough tissue to blow your nose in. "I'm dying here."

"Hmm … Yu could fill in." Satoru suggested.

"He is working as a teaching aid part time. And he did say he could help out whenever we needed it." Suguru added.

"Plus Nanamin is on a business trip for the week~ He'll need something to do while waiting for his beloved's return~!" Satoru teased.

"That settles it then." Suguru was smirking behind that mask, you could just tell.

"How lucky you are, darling, to have the strongest duo be your own personal nurses~" Satoru was so smirking his ass off.

"Even though you'll literally get sick of me?" You shyly asked, squeezing your bottle, apprehensive.

"We have strong ass immune systems, Y/n. Comes with over a decade of immense training." Satoru prided on, kissing your flushed cheek.

"If we can risk ourselves in the face of death as sorcerers, this is nothing." Suguru assured, kissing your other flushed cheek. "I'll call Haibara."

"I'll start up a bath for us all. Thank you big ass bathtubs." Satoru clapped to that.

"What do I do?" Even when sick, tilting your head and batting those eyes made the duo smooch your lips at once.

"Just be a good little patient for us, alright, honey?" God that wink of Suguru's left you more hot than usual as he walked off to make that call.

"Besides, being sick with you means being granted a sick leave and getting paid for it! Ah, thank you, my darling sweetheart~!" Satoru did hug you, nuzzle his face in your hair, and left you a wheezing mess.

"Y - You're w - welcome!"

Well, on the bright side, at least you'll all be sick together.

Snuggled in bed, among discarded tissues, wrappers of cough drops, and smooshed in one big embrace of entangled limbs while binging nothing but sitcoms, movies, and anime.

You would eventually get better in a week's time then later tend to your two enamored, affectionate partners and get them back into tip top shape.

But until then, being in their cozy arms, sleeping smack dabbed in between them, that might as well be the key on your quick road to recovery.

The SatoSugu cure, indeed!

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angelcent · 8 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇 ・❥・ S. GOJO

repost from a song matchup on my old account. for @fangirlings-world <3 hope you don't mind! contains. wedding night, husband!gojo, fluff

lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı — photograph / ed sheeran

through the viewfinder of the polaroid camera, you focused on the sight of your husband, still in his suit from the reception, laying on the plush king sized hotel bed. two bottles are beside him, cider and champagne. your lips curl up in a soft, honeyed smile as your index finger presses down.

click!

"eh? how's that? handsome, right?" satoru grins when the photo reveals itself. it's boyish, reminding you of the first day you met him. back when you swore you'd never want to see him again. he's chewing on the complimentary chocolate covered strawberries. "told ya i could be a model, babe."

satoru shifts then, leaning back on an elbow while he playfully attempts to seductivley pop another strawberry into his mouth. you laugh and snap another photo, not missing the opportunity to capture the moment. satoru doesn't expect this though, making a 'whuh' noise low in his throat, narrowly avoiding choking on the fruit.

as he's having a dramatic coughing fit beside you, the polaroid fades from stark white to a kaleidoscope of colors, revealing satoru at his most raw—endearingly lame. the sight melts your heart, and you can't help but fall in love a little more.

satoru snatches the camera as you're busy cooing over the photo, aiming the lens towards a profile of you to catch you off guard—hair a little out of place and in your hotel bathrobe, fresh from your post-wedding shower. the day came and went, flying by in a rush of people and commands and timings and music and perfection. there was still a ringing in your ears, your blood still buzzing and limbs heavy with exhaustion. you've done enough mingling and socializing for the rest of the year.

now, it's just you and satoru; the man you've promised your entire life to. the one who holds your heart in his hands. and—a photo of you!

"look at that. my wife," satoru murmurs, testing the word on his tongue. wife. his wife. he’s a married man. "i should keep this in my wallet, huh? a picture of my pretty wife."

you frown, fighting the heat that rises on your cheeks. pretty? you're all bare and visibly exhausted from today. sleep-deprived. "w-wait, toru—no! take another one! let me go fix myself up and—"

"nuh uh," satoru clicks his tongue, holding up the polaroid between two fingers. "i like this one. when i look at this five, ten, twenty years from now—!, i'll remember this exact moment." when you settle back on your knees, he continues. "the lighting right now, that airplane that just went by, the smell of your shampoo, how tired your eyes look, the sock we found under the pillow—all of it."

and satoru looks exhausted as well—broad shoulders sagging just slightly, hair out of the slicked back style he wore today, morning star eyes fighting sleep. you stay quiet for a few moments, just taking in your husband and knowing that you really will remember this moment decades from now. lifetimes.

in every universe you’ll remember your husband on your wedding night.

#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #starring: satoru gojo

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missmonsters2 · 1 year

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Hello, dear author. How are you doing?

I saw your post about emoji and drabble, and I got curious.

Thank you for the opportunity to enjoy another little masterpiece from you. I look forward to reading your story.

💀

Wednesday

hurt - comfort

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader/OFC

Warnings: blood. angst. wednesday feeling things™️. unsure there was any comfort.

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Wednesday's hand was shaking, and they never shook. It was like she was having an out-of-body experience as she watched her own fingers tremble.

It was hard to even make out her own trembling fingers as she tried to keep the blood inside your body.

"Hey, frumpy," your eyes are barely open, but you crack a weak smile at her. "What's got you making that face? Might be the first expression that doesn't suit you."

"Don't talk," Wednesday snaps at you, but even her voice quavers. "Don't—" Wednesday swallows, feeling her eyes burn. "Just be quiet. Uncle Fester is on his way."

"Cool," you swallowed, still smiling at Wednesday's face. You think you can feel her hands pressed on your abdomen. Why do they feel shakier than they usually do? That was so unlike her. "Meeting the family seems a little fast for us, though, doesn't it? Haven't even gone out on one date yet."

"Shut up," Wednesday hisses, her eyes closing at your teasing. She doesn't want to hear your voice sounding weaker with every breath. "Shut up because if you keep talking, you'll die, and if you die—I'll kill you and everything you love."

You can't help but laugh, coughing and wincing in pain as you do.

It was all the wrong timing, honestly. Wednesday was just perfect at being the wrong time.

You spend all year with her, exchanging notes and letters because she doesn't have a phone, but you don't know why the relationship with her mother is so strained.

You risk your life every day by teasing and flirting with her, but you've yet to ask her out on one date.

You're dying, and she's refusing to leave your side, but you haven't even told her how you feel.

You know she said that her eccentric uncle is coming, and he was able to save Thing's life earlier this semester, but you're losing too much blood. You can feel it in the way you're becoming delusional, and it almost feels like you're not in any pain anymore.

You place your hand over hers, feeling how warm they are, which you know is definitely not how her hands usually are, and you can only realize that they're warm because of your blood.

"Now don't go doing that, I thought you said killing yourself would be the least interesting way you could go."

Wednesday screws her eyes shut at your words. Why can't you just listen to her for once and stop talking? Wednesday's IQ is too high for her to be dense about what your subtle words mean.

"Don't—" Wednesday starts to say but chokes on something in the back of her throat. Something hot and wet drops from her eyes, landing on her hand and mixing with your blood.

There are too many things Wednesday wants to say.

Don't say that.

Don't be ridiculous.

Don't beat me to the punch.

But there's really only one thing that Wednesday thinks will come out of her mouth.

"Hey, are you crying?" Your voice sounds so light, like it is fading away.

Wednesday shakes her head furiously like she can't accept it. "Don't die," Wednesday chokes out. "Don't die. Don't die. Don't. Die."

You lift your hand, and it feels like it's taking everything in you to do so, but you make it to Wednesday's face, wiping a tear away and smearing a line of blood on her face too.

"Oops," you whisper and pause, your blinking becoming slower. You take your last moment to stare at her face, how her long lashes framed her haunting eyes. "Would you hate me if I said red looks good on you?"

Your hand drops, and your eyes fall shut.

Wednesday frantically looks at your face, and she shakes you as she yells your name.

The words feel trapped inside Wednesday's throat, melding into a curling scream that she doesn't let out. It would be too painful, and this was a pain Wednesday wasn't prepared to feel.

There's a running in the distance that shakes the ground as it comes closer to her. A gruesomely tall figure looms over her before it drops something large with a thump.

"Oh, Wednesday! Oh, is that who you were bringing me to? I thought you were going to tear my flesh apart and eat me! What a shame."

Wednesday looks up to see Uncle Fester and Enid standing before her.

Something frantic inside Wednesday forces her to move as she moves to grab her uncle and pull him towards you.

"Save her!" Wednesday cries, and it's so pitifully desperate. "Save her right now, please!"

Uncle Fester looks down at you before looking at his niece. "Oh, kid, you're very lucky you're my favorite."

Wednesday watches her uncle work, unable to tear her eyes away from you. She barely even registers Enid shifting back into a human, moving to grab a discarded jacket on the ground before she comes up and tentatively wraps Wednesday into a hug from the side.

Wednesday allows it.

The pessimistic part of her says you won't wake up when she looks at your motionless body—that you were stabbed too deep when you foolishly moved in to take a blow for Wednesday.

But when your chest starts moving on its own, and you open your eyes, weakly wheezing, Wednesday feels her eyes flutter in relief as she moves out of Enid's arms and back down on her knees towards you.

"Hey," you manage to croak out, but Wednesday shakes her head.

"Don't talk," Wednesday moves to grasp your hand, threading her fingers through yours tightly. "Just stay with me."

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x ofc #wednesday x ofc #wednesday addams #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #mm: my fics #mm.drabble.wednesday

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alatushours · 17 days

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☆ CRYSTALFLIES, feat. xiao — he didn’t ask for much, just to spend precious time with you.

contents. gender neutral reader, fluff, rewritten + reposted from wp. inspired by xiao’s 2021 birthday letter. ♡ word count. 648

notes. welcome to the day 2 of the loving xiao hours event! or if you stumbled upon this on accident, welcome too <3 this is a rewrite of the xiao oneshot i wrote + posted on my wattpad (link in about on pinned) back in 2021! omg the old version was so cringey and xiao was super ooc so i hope this is better, i hope you enjoy <3

spring had sprung in liyue, and you were enjoying the lovely weather. golden leaves fluttered along a gust of wind as you sat next to the statue of the seven at qingyun peak, looking down at the natural scenery below.

swinging your legs over the edge of the floating platform, you gazed towards the mountains beyond, lost in your own thoughts.

it had been a few days since you had seen the guardian yaksha, and somehow you found yourself missing him. you were pretty sure he only tolerated your presence whenever you were around him, but over the past few months you had found yourself taking a liking to him. he was aloof but silently caring, protective, and certainly quite handsome too.

his voice echoed in your head, the way he always said he didn't care a bit for mortals, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he enjoyed your company.

as you whispered to yourself, a sudden gust of wind blew past, and xiao appeared before you. his arms were crossed, a look of slight concern in your eyes. "you called my name?"

"oh!" you hadn't realized that you had said his name in your ramblings. "sorry, i was just thinking out loud about some things and i suppose i must have said your name on accident… sorry for disturbing you, i know you're busy."

embarrassed, you started to pick up your things, getting ready to head back to liyue harbor. "i was just about to leave anyway, haha…"

"wait, y/n," xiao called after you. "don't leave, you didn't bother me at all. in fact…" you turned back around, curious, and found the adeptus standing in front of you with his hand outstretched. a small velvet pouch lay open in his palm, full of beautiful sparkling crystalflies.

"i, uh, had nothing to do today," he started quietly as you stared at the crystals in wonder. "so, i decided to find a crystalfly for you… to put in your hair. i thought that… it would look nice."

you smiled, taking the pouch from his hands as he continued. "before long i had caught more than i expected… i hope you do not mind." he turned away, about to leave, but you grabbed his wrist.

"xiao, these are beautiful. thank you so much!" your smile was like the sun, and he looked away, blushing.

"there's no need to thank me, i was just repaying your kindness." his voice wavered, but he continued, "i do not care much for birthdays or other mortal celebrations, and i do not wish to be around large crowds of people. just spending time with you is enough."

your mind wrapped around on particular word in his sentence. "wait, birthday? don't tell me… is it your birthday today, xiao?"

the yaksha coughed into his fist and turned away, face flushed, before nodding.

you squealed. "why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"i suppose there was never really a reason too…"

you took his hands, feeling even more excited than you were before. "well, you should have! i'm really glad you came to me today, xiao. i know you probably find me tiresome, but i really enjoy your company. i want to help you with whatever you might struggle with. so don't be afraid to come to me if you need anything, 'kay?"

xiao sighed, but it wasn't one of exasperation. "i don't require your assistance, but i appreciate your concern. however… if you want to visit the inn more often, i wouldn't be against it."

you laugh, "i guess i'll hold you to that offer then!"

as the sun began to dip into the horizon, you invited xiao to sit with you, asking him to weave the crystalflies into your hair. "i don't really need to go to the harbor until tomorrow morning," you tell him, "so why don't we just spend some time together?"

end notes. i hope you can tell the improvement LMAO but anyways xiao was the first character that i received a birthday letter from (i started on april 9 2021) so he has always held a special place in my heart, if you can’t already tell <3 please look forward to april 13th, when i’ll be posting the next one!

#໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა mari writes !#✶ xiao hours : an event!#day two: 2021 letter <3 #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #xiao genshin impact

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a-fandom-reimagined · 1 year

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"DAMN YOU DIANA PUT ME DOWN!"

You heard Diana chuckle. It's a deep and rich sound pooling low in the bottom of your stomach.

Your face had never been so hot, your humiliation never as evident as when Diana in two swift motions relieved you of your weapons and hoisted you over her shoulder and started for your room.

Diana, to her credit, wasn't too familiar with human impediments but she knew enough from the phlegmy cough, chills, weak stance, and 102-degree fever that you were in no shape to fight anything but whatever ailed you.

Your jaw dropped when the ground fell away from your feet. As your teammates gawked on in disbelief. Too stunned and fearful of your respective wraths to do anything but gawk. In her defense, the Amazonian warrior gave you the opportunity to go quietly. You just hadn't been smart enough to take it.

You raised a fist slamming it down hard into her back as she carted you away. Not enough to seriously hurt her, you weren't even at your full strength for that. But hard enough to let her know you meant business. "Put. Me. Down. Now." you snarled.

Diana stopped and hiked the hand she had curled around your thigh ever so higher. And squeezed. Your face blazed with heat, all too aware of your teammates who no doubt spied the motion. Even if it was from behind.

Any further threats you'd hoped to level at her were lodged uncomfortably in your throat. "Hit me again and this cold will be the least of your problems," she threatened. She'd never spoken to you like this before. In this raw unrelenting tone she usually held reserved for her enemies. And lovers. "You are ill and in no shape to fight. I am taking you to your rooms where you will stay and rest.

"I'm not sick!" you said around a cough.

"And this is not up for debate. Go on ahead," she called to the others. "I'll be looking after Y/N today."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I realize this kinda isn't 'taking care' of the reader so if you don't like it and want me to do it again just shoot me another ask. And sorry I took so long. Enjoy.

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randomsillyfangirl · 9 months

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Actress - Pablo Gavi x Reader

If alot of people like this- I'll write a part two with the exs reaction <3

Background: You, Y/N L/N, had broken up with your controlling and manipulative boyfriend, (ex boyfriend) who was one of the most successful male singers of Spain. While you were the youngest most successful actress of Spain. You were never seen in public without your boyfriend before you two split up. Why? He didn't like people seeing you, he accepted it in film buy couldn't when the paparazzi was involved.

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When you broke up with (ex boyfriend), you decided to go out with your friends. Multiple different friends, each time multiple photos were taken of you. It actually wasn't bad, even when there was s crowed around you- you always felt as if you missed this experience of being famous plus you liked the attention.

Y/N L/N CAUGHT IN PUBLIC WITHOUT (ex boyfriend) DOES THIS MEAN SHE'S SINGLE AGAIN!?

Images were posted all over social media, on every news company, every tiktok and Instagram post from Spain seemed to be about you. Multiple of your friends reposted the pictures with you onto their accounts. ( sorry if you don't like the celebrities I'm using, you can use your imagination lol. And ik all these celebrities aren't Spanish or in Spain, but it's a fan fiction so 🤷‍♀️ ignore the like numbers, I literally just smashed my keyboard lol)

And a certain football player, you had a secret crush on saw all the posts, and smiled when he heard you might be single. Who's that football player? Pablo Gavi of Barça <3

" y/n l/n!! What's your relationship status? " one reporter asked while you were out with (your favorite celebrity). You smiled and faced the reporter, " single. Me and (ex boyfriend) broke up last week, now I'm just hanging out with friends." you said and then walked away with your friends, smiling and giggling.

Meanwhile, the Barça players were finishing training and Pablo heard the interview and smiled. Pedri noticed and said, " is it about y/n? We all know you have a crush on her. " and the rest of Barça laughed. Gavi scoffed, " she's single. What do you think I should do? " . His teammates all explained how he should shoot his shot- the worse that'll happen id simple rejection. But how..?

You kept on going out. Breakfast with (celeb), lunch with (celeb), dinner with (celeb), drinks with (celeb). You were finally having fun with friends. One of your friends, (celeb), told you about the young famous people of Spain party and you obviously wanted to go.

Pablo, also got invited to this party and was getting ready for the party. And you were also getting dressed. This wasn't a fancy party, a club type party. You were wearing a red dress with some accessories and Pablo was wearing a white shirt with black cover and pants (see pictures below).

You came in with one of your friends and you immediately saw Pablo. Secretly, he'd always been your celebrity crush- even when you were with (ex boyfriend). You went up to him and sat next to him by the bar. He was stunned to see you, and honestly you were stunned with your actions.

" So, what's it like being a footballer? " you asked him. Pablo coughed, clearing his throat, " tiring sometimes, but overall fun." he said chuckling. You smiled and nodded, " you here alone? " you asked him and he noded, " lost my friend." he answered and you smiled, " I don't know where (your friend) is.. " you said laughing abit.

The two of you chatted, completely forgetting about your ex. You and Pablo even exchanged numbers. " wanna go get something to eat? This party is boring." Pablo suggested and you nodded. The pair of you went to the door and went to find a restaurant. The two of you were talking, about anything. Football , acting, aliens, music; anything.

The two of you ended up in some random pizza restaurant and shared a pizza together. Pablo and you were really getting along and Pablo tried to hold your hand, you let him smiling. You were brushing, for being such a confident actor, you were really shy naturally.

Pablo noticed and smiling, " this ok? "He asked and you nodded smiling. " it's ok, yeah." you responded, making him smile more.

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alcsec · 3 months

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it has to be you

photography major! kazuha x gn! reader implied modern au

in which kazuha asks you to be his subject

cw. not proofread, slightly ooc kazuha? wc. 285

you hesitantly put down the book you were reading down, glancing at kazuha who sits next to you with a hopeful glance.

"kazuha, no." you respond firmly before picking back up your book and looking away, not wanting to see the disappointment in eyes.

however, since you aren't looking at him -- you don't see that he's still very determined to make you his photography subject

"it'll just be for a few hours, that's it." kazuha continues, sliding his elbows on the table closer to you in order to gain your attention.

feeling a bit shy from his sudden proximity, you cough awkwardly and slide away from him in response. ".. a few hours is way too long for a simple photoshoot."

kazuha sighs, pulling away from you to lean back against his chair. "finer things in life should be enjoyed slowly after all.." he mutters under his breath while staring at the ceiling lights of the library.

"i couldn't hear you, what did you say?" you say, turning back towards him.

kazuha shakes his head, "nothing."

you think he's finally given up on getting you to be his subject until he perks back up in his seat, startling you in the process.

he pushes the textbook away from you, forcing you to look at him. "just one hour then, that's all i need."

after a long moment of silence, you sigh. "how about this, if you can't find someone else to be your subject, then i will."

"deal," kazuha responds quickly. "i'll let you know then if i can't find someone else."

unfortunately for you, he texts you two days later saying he couldn't find someone. what he didn't tell you? he never asked anyone else.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha kaedehara x reader

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outlawedmando · 1 year

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PAUSE & PAWS?

pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x reader

warnings: aemond is a warning himself ok

summary: leviathan, your beloved cat is always putting her paws where she shouldn’t be.

a/n: i am obsessed with this silver long-haired boy. also that sapphire eye does something to me…am i right??

also! would really appreciate reblogs + comments!!

word count: 900+

The wild wind howled as you made your way inside the apartment block. Straight towards the elevator, the button pressed and resounding ding encompassed the space. It was a desolate sort of silence. Standing in all your lonesome with only the generic elevator music playing in the background. What was only a couple of seconds felt like a never-ending tunnel, caging you in its depths.

DING!

You sighed. You began to make your journey towards your apartment. Your keys jingle by your side as the door unlocks, letting in the warmth of your home to comfort you. Yet, there wasn’t a welcoming home like you expected.

“Levi? Here, girl!” You entered your space, tore your boots off and unwrapped your scarf. You hung your coat near the door, making your way deeper into your home, “Levi…Levi?”

The apartment held no life, no living creature. She must have escaped. Oh, Levi. What am I going to do with you? You checked the empty apartment for any sign of evidence. Nothing. Levi didn’t leave anything in her disappearance. What was supposed to be a calm evening filled with relaxation turned into the opposite. It was time to backtrack, boots put back on as the door shut behind you, and the lock clicked in place.

You hurried across the hall to Mr Salinger’s. He was an old man, lonely but he always asked about your day when passing by the mailboxes in the mornings. With two quick knocks and a moment of silence, Mr Salinger opened the door in his tired state.

"Sorry to bother you, Sal. But, is Levi here with you?"

"No, she is not." He opened the door wider, more inviting than when he first answered.

"Shit," your hands fidgeted all over your face, sliding down until they met the curve of your neck. "Okay, thanks for letting me know."

"I'll be on the lookout for you, dear. Don't you worry."

"Thanks, Sal."

The door shut. You sighed and continued. You walked across to the apartment next to Mr Salinger's. You knew someone lived there, but never saw who he was, it was obvious that a man lived in apartment 409. There was a significant memory of a man arguing outside his door once. He seemed to be drunk off his face spewing nonsense about not wanting to take over the family business.

You braced for impact as soon your knuckles met the wooden exterior. Looking down at your feet; tapping one foot with the other. Hearing a soft "hmm" made your head shoot up like a pin rod as you finally gazed at this stranger of a man.

He was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Terrifying in the way that his entire being would make you fall to the ground for him. His dead-straight hair fell gently against his body, all white in its glory. A stark contrast to his full black outfit, a structured fit that hugged his body in all the right places. However, your gaze lifted to his eyes and how one was covered with a loved but worn eyepatch. You bit your lip as you continued to admire him, eyebrows furrowing at this man.

He coughed. Your keen observation of him was broken. His lithe voice continued, "Hmm...402, never knew I held such sentiments from you."

"You know my number?"

"What? are you suggesting that I am stalking you?" he tilted his head, "I am merely observing my surroundings."

"I..."

"Didn't know I could make a woman so tongue-tied."

You glowered. "Do you happen to know where my cat Levi is? She decided to leave home and now I cannot seem to find her."

"What would I get if I help you find her?"

"A pat on the back."

He leaned against the door, "Hmm..."

"Well, 409. Thanks for your ever-gracious self and help."

"It's Aemond."

"What?"

"I don't like that you referred to me as a number. I am a human being too."

"You called me 402."

"Yes, because I don't know your name. Unless, you want me to call you, Spitfire."

"Don't you dare!"

"Spitfire, I do quite like that name."

After shouting out your name to Aemond, he started chuckling. He opened his door further and a black cat came into view relaxing on his armchair, "Is this your Levi?"

"You could have just led with that. That you had my precious Leviathan!"

"How was I supposed to know you won't cat-nap someone else's cat?"

You rushed into Aemond's apartment straight towards Levi. Levi cuddled in layers of blankets draped over his emerald green armchair. Levi purred contently. "What did you give her? She doesn't like most people."

"Nothing," he smirked, "you jealous?"

"Pfft, please."

"I am waiting for my reward. I helped you find your Levi. I wonder what I am going to get?"

"You'll be getting a slap."

"Ohh, Spitfire. I just met you."

"Not like that, you pervert."

The candles in Aemond's living room started flickering. A warm golden shadow passed onto the wall creating an even cosier environment.

"Well..." You scooped up Levi into your arms as she purred contently once again, head burrowing into your neck.

"I'm waiting for my reward, Spitfire."

"Not in a million years, Aemond."

You looked back at him and thanked him quietly for taking care of her in the time that she disappeared from your home. Aemond shook his head and said, "you think me of a monster, don't you?"

"No. I do not," you whispered. "How about I treat you to coffee...or tea? I don't know what you prefer. You know, as your reward for helping me..."

"I'll take you up on that offer, Spitfire."

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 1 year

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ok but imagine reader being like rivals/enemies w xavier and finds out that xavier is going on a date w someone and reader gets jealous and drinks alot and she confesses to xavier yk

ok yes!

YOU KNOW WHAT?

parings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader summary: you confess to Xavier while drunk Warnings: swearing, drinking, jealousy

"you are so annoying" you chuckled sarcastically

"and why do you think that?"

"because you're a dick" you snapped at him

"how?" he stuffed his hands in his pockets, lifting his shoulders as he looked at you

"all you do is torment me and tease and make fun of me, you think you're so much better than everybody else but guess what? you're not. you're an asshole and you need to fucking grow up because it's getting sad" you ranted

"you think you're much better?" he scoffed

you laughed at him "I don't need to be better than you"

"then why the hell are you still here?" he glared at you

"why are you still here?" you replied "it's like you want to hear how much of an ass you are"

"just stay away from me, alright? you seem to be around me a lot for someone who hates me" he requested

"you hate me too" you stated

"never said I didn't" he clenched his jaw

you started to walk away from him but you heard him speak softly "what a fucking bitch"

"oh fuck off" you flipped him off

3rd person

Enid talked on and on about the new gossip of the the school as the girl who sat next to her yawned in boredom.

the bubbly blonde rambled on about Xavier allegedly going on a date with one of the Vampire girls

"oh yeah, I heard about that!" Yoko said

Y/n groaned in annoyance "can we change topic now"

"we know you don't like Xavier, Y/n but we're just talking gossip. wouldn't you want to know about it?" Enid asked

"No, I don't want to know that. I could not care less about what he does" you rolled your eyes

"I can't even say his name?" Enid asked

"that would be perfect, actually" you nodded

Enid and Yoko sighed, raising their eyebrows as they looked at each other

"ok, so what are your plans tonight?" Enid quizzed awkwardly

"probably getting wasted and falling asleep on a bench somewhere" you shrugged

"why, exactly?" Yoko questioned

"I don't know, feel like it" you yawned

"please don't hurt yourself" Enid pleaded

"I'll be fine, Enid. I always am"

you watched Xavier go up to the girl, hugging her and kissing her cheek. she seemed to giggle at his actions, looking up at him with longing

they talked for a bit before they walked off to somewhere you didn't know.

you rolled your eyes at the two before getting up. going up to your dorm where you threw your things around, looking for the alcohol you stashed.

you opened a bottle of liquor, chugging it down at an unholy rate, finishing it just as soon as you started it.

you dug for another bottle of beer, you yawned as you twisted the cap, leaning against your bed as you drunk it slowly.

soon enough you were laying on the floor with multiple empty bottles on the floor next to you as you stared up at your ceiling, feeling dizzy at how drunk you were.

you felt horrible but so alive at the same time

you scrolled on your phone, squinting to see the screen properly

you clicked on Enid's story, seeing that she reposted a photo from another girls account. clicking on it, you saw it was tagged Xavier's account.

you coughed and threw your phone on your bed. leaning on it to help you get up.

you walked to the door and trailed to the boy's dormitories, stumbling a few time on the way. you still had a bottle in your hand that wasn't quite finished but still you knocked on the door harshly

"open up! you yelled, waiting impatiently for him to open the door

you heard footsteps coming to the door and it soon opened, revealing Xavier.

"you" you poked his chest

"me?" he asked nervously

you looked past him and noticed she was still with him, hanging on his bed

"you are an asshole" you hiccupped

"that's the third time today" he rolled his eyes

"yeah well you deserve to know" you slurred

"enlighten me" he sighed annoyed

"you know what? how could you. go on a date when you clearly know I like you" you confessed, holding out the hand with the beer

"that's it! you're drunk" he cheered sarcastically

"who is it?" the girl asked from Xavier's bed

"doesn't matter right now, don't worry about it" he assured her

he turned back to you and only just realised the state you were in

"just because I'm drunk does not mean I don't know what I'm saying" you almost tripped over your feet

"that's exactly what drinking does, there's no way you would like me. you make it very clear that you hate me every second of the day" he furrowed his eyebrows

"it's only a cover up." you whispered

"how drunk are you?" he chuckled lightly

"I'm sober enough to know what I'm saying" you stated

"I'm kind of on a date here, Y/n, can we talk about this another time?" he suggested

"No! this is the only reason I'm even here" you complained with another hiccup

"why are you here?" he wondered

"to tell you that you're- you're making a mistake" you said, choking up on your words

"a mistake? what's a mistake?" he shook his head confused by the interaction

"you should be on a date with me right now" you paused as you coughed violently "that should be me in there"

"and why's that?" he licked his lips

"because I like you! I've liked you for ages. I am basically yours! I've been yours since you ended things with Bianca" you confessed

he nodded his head slowly, running a hand through his hair

"you're really fucking drunk right now, Y/n. I think you should go to bed" he pointed out

"I don't need sleep, I need you!" you admitted loudly

"what's going on?" the girl came up behind Xavier

"you're ruining everything! I loved him first" you admitted with a cough

Xavier looked down at his feet as he sighed deeply

"pardon?" she tilted her head

"you can't tell me you don't like me too" you pleaded to Xavier

"you're drunk" he muttered

"that didn't answer her question" the girl turned to him

"what? I'm not going to answer her!" he huffed

"so you like her?" she crossed her arms

Xavier stood there silent for a second before the girl scoffed, getting her things and pushed past to leave

"bye, asshole"

"I'm sorry" you apologised

"no you're not" he breathed heavily, he slowly took the bottle off you and set it on the table next to his door

"I like you, Xavier" you repeated yourself for the third time

"you're going to forget about this tomorrow and go back to hating me" he chuckled

"no I'm not" you shook your head

"you're so stubborn" he smiled

"you already knew that" you blinked

you tripped over thin air and fell backwards, a little squeal coming out of your mouth

Xavier caught you and held you in his arms as he helped you back onto your feet

"you alright?" he questioned

"never better" you giggled with a hiccup.

"you're not going to make it back to your room, are you?" he laughed

"I'll probably just sleep on the stairs" you replied with a yawn

"come on"

he lead you inside his room, taking a deep breath as he smelt the alcohol in your breath,

"what are you doing?" you asked quietly

"you're sleeping here tonight. I won't let you sleep out there" he responded

"are you sure?"

"again, you're too drunk to think right now" he repeated himself

"I can think" you said as he got you into his bed, covering you in his blanket

"can you?" he raised an eyebrow, amused

"yeah, you wanna know what I think right now?" you smiled drunkenly up at him

"what are you thinking?" he played along, fixing the pillow below your head

"I think I want to kiss you" you admitted

he stayed silent for a second, not wanting to do anything wrong

he was leaned down above you as he tucked you in, his face so close to yours. so your drunken mind lead you to lean forward, pressing a soft kiss on lips, and just as he started kissing you back, he stopped himself, pulling away.

"I'm not going to do this, you're drunk" he shook his head in denial.

"can you promise me something?" you asked

"sure, why not" he sighed, making sure you were comfortable on his bed

"promise that when I'm sober, you'll remind me of tonight"

he took a second before a agreeing "I promise"

he stood up and put a blanket on the floor

"where are you going?" you questioned

"sleeping on the floor" he stated the obvious

"no, no please sleep up here" you patted the space beside you

"no, that seems wrong" he turned it down

"I won't let you sleep on the floor" you replied bluntly "besides, I'm cold"

he looked skeptical

"we can have a pillow wall" you suggested and he gave in. taking a few pillows, putting them between the both of you as he laid down on the other side of his bed.

he never reminded you of that night, because you remembered it when you woke up, snuggled up to his chest with pillows thrown on the floor with a massive headache.

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cerridwen007 · 5 months

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Candy Cane.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (afab)

Word count: 1.6 k (18+ MINORS DNI!)

Summary: Frankie can’t help but stare as you suck on that candy cane, very reminiscent of some of your other favourite things to suck on.

Notes/warnings: SMUT, fluff, Frankie being an adorable cheeky menace, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, inappropriate use of a candy cane, swearing, no y/n, probs bad spanish. ( Let me know anything else if I missed it)

A/N: Yall, it's been way too long since I last posted, and for that, I'm very sorry. Work has been exhausting me, and I've just lacked motivation to do much writing. So take this early, smutty Christmas fic as my apology. Honestly, I don't know how good it is/how well editied it is as I wrote it in less than 24 hours as the idea just came to me as I was sitting down eating a candy cane, much like reader. Wink wink. Also, this is my first Frankie fic I've posted, so yay for that. I've got a few wips in progress for this cutie, so be ready for that. Likes, comments, and reposts are always appreciated. I'll post this to my A03 soon, which is linked in my bio, if you prefer reading on that platform. Hope yall enjoy.❤️🫶

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Frankie couldn't help but let his jaw drop in awe of you unconsciously sucking on a candy cane very reminiscent of how you sucked his dick merely a few days ago. How you always sucked his dick so good, leaving him a pathetic whining mess. His dick was throbbing as he watched your delicate fingers hold the curved end, twisting it up and into your mouth while your mouth bobbed up and down. An unbothered look on your face as you read your book, completely unaware of the effect you were having on your boyfriend sitting on the couch on the other side of the room from you.

Frankie can't help but groan a little, just loud for you to hear as it escapes the back of his throat. You look over to the other side of the room, where he sits on the couch palming his hard length through his jeans; sports playing on the tv long forgotten, as he stares at you with glazed over, dark eyes. Your smile grows wide when you realise just how you had been affecting him with such a mindless innocent action. Your hand holding the candy cane drops, leaving only your teeth to uphold the fruity, striped stick.

“You alright, sweetheart? You seem a little…distracted there.” You tease him as your eyelids droop to a flirtatious look.

He coughs a little before he answers, stumbling over his words. “Y-yeah, I'm doing real good, baby.”

You hum around the sweet confectionary, very reminiscent of a moan of pleasure, making sure to hollow your cheeks as the tart flavor hits your tongue.

“Wanna taste, baby? You're looking awfully desperate to have something sweet.” You say, holding the confectionary out to him, with your eyebrow raised.

He groans, squeezing his crotch, not managing to get out any words or approval other than an enthusiastic nod. You chuckle to yourself as you slowly get out of your seat and walk over to stand in front of Frankie. You lean down and place your hands on his knees, batting your eyelashes at him. One of your hands reaches up and twists the candy cane so the whole straight part disappears down your throat before it pulls it out again and you hold it out for Frankie to lick. He surprises you as he wraps his big hands around your back and hips and grabs you quickly to straddle his lap.

“Frankie!” You giggle, taken off guard, leaving your smooth, sexy facade down for a second.

“Sorry, mi vida. Needed to have my sugar fix as close as possible.”

He kisses you with such fervour it takes you a moment to kiss him back, caught off guard as you both moan into the kiss.

You pull back with a smirk and hold out the candy cane again for him to suck. He grins as he takes the sweet treat into his mouth and groans, still tasting you in his mouth from the kiss and on the candy cane.

“Mmmh delicious sweetheart, but nothing will ever taste nearly as good or as sweet as you, mi amor.”

He twists his body again and throws you back onto the couch, causing you to fall into a fit of giggles.

He grins against your skin as kisses down your jaw, creating a path down your neck and collar, down between your breasts through your shirt. He shuffles down the couch, continuing to trace his lips down your body, slowly removing every bit of clothing that gets in the way of his lips tasting your skin. You can feel his hard cock throbbing against you as he slides his way down, matching the throbbing pulse of your clit.

“Frankie…” you whine as he reaches your hips, pulling down your sweats slowly off your legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor. A devilish grin orderned on his beautiful face as he lowers his head, breathing in the scent of your arousal through your panties before biting the lacy fabric and moving them off you with his teeth. His hands are holding up your legs for better access as follows the curves of your calf. He tosses your panties to the ground and begins to plant soft kisses and bite down your raised legs all the way back down to your dripping heat.

Your face hurts from smiling as you watch Frankie show you his playful love and affection, he grins back at you and cups your face gently with one hand, to which you nuzzle into. He lowers his face back between your thighs and finally takes a firm lick up your folds, making you both moan. He has to reach down and palm himself through his uncomfortably tight jeans yet again as he sucks your clit and licks into your oozing hole, muttering to himself about how good you taste. He reaches up to grab at your wrist and pin it into the couch before trying to grasp at what you're still holding; the candy cane. He looks up at you with dark eyes when his finger plucks it from your grasp and holds it to your mouth.

You immediately suck it deep into your mouth before he can even ask. He growls before removing it from your red lips and dragging it down your body. He sucks it back into his mouth before running it back and forth through your folds, catching it deliciously on your clit every time, he watches in awe as your body shakes and squirms, telling of your impending orgasm as it reaches its peak.

“Come for me sweet girl.”

You become a babbling mess of incoherent swears as Frankie works you through your high. He fucks the candy cane into your cunt, following everwhere he traces it with his tongue, moaning at the sweet, delicious taste of you and the candy cane. He brings you to another high quickly after, enjoying another round of your sweet release hitting his tongue. Only stopping when you push his head away, pussy worn and oversensitive.

He kisses your inner thighs and works his way back up your body, licking up the sticky trail the candy cane left earlier, you grab both sides of his face and kiss him deeply, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You pull away after a few minutes to catch your breath and bite your lip. Pupils blown wide staring at the man that you love so deep with all of your being. You knew you just had to return the favour, especially because the thought of you sucking his cock started this whole thing in the first place.

After littering his swollen lips and red face with soft kisses, you begin to sit up to change your position, pushing your hands firmly against Frankie's chest to push him back against the back of the couch before sliding down to your knees in front of him. His cock is aching, he whines a little as he watches you undo his belt and zipper, pulling his pants off in one go.

You palm him through his black boxers, the front covered in a pre-cum stain. You look up at his disheveled state through your eyelashes, your eyes blown wide with lust. He swallows harshly as you reach under the band of his underwear and pull out his hefty length. He watches you licking your lips from the last of the sweet residue coating them, your mouth watering from the salty flavor soon to be gracing your tongue.

You lean your head forward and let a big glob of spit drop onto the tip, quickly lubing him up with your hand and small slow strokes. Your lips envelope his furiously swollen tip, tongue twisting around the curves. His hand falls to your jaw, holding it softly, a plea to keep going, don't stop. His head falls, eyes squeezing shut before he forces himself to not miss anymore of the gorgeous sight of you before him on your knees.

Your other hand reaches out, playing with and lightly squeezing his balls. Your other hand tightens its grip around his girth, strokes growing faster. You pull your mouth off him, raising his cock up, so you can dip your head and lick up from the bottom of his length all the way back up to his head and through his slit. You mouth quickly attaches back onto him, sensing he is close by his mumbled praises, and his desperate “fuck”s that has you clenching your thighs together as the throbbing returns.

You turn your head to the side a bit so the tip of him is sticking out prominently through your reddened checks as you bob up and down on the tip. The sight combined with your sinful, moans causes Frankie to suddenly shoot his load into your mouth giving you little warning other than a loudly groaned “Fuck” as the salty cum fills your mouth. You make a show of swallowing till every drop is gone, licking your lips and then opening your mouth wide to show Frankie that you had indeed swallowed all it.

Through his post orgasim bliss, sweaty and heaving, he manages to reach down and give you a messy, sloppy kiss. The taste of both of your pleasures being exchanged between the both of you. You pull away and sigh deeply, letting some much needed air into your lungs, as you rest your head on his naked thigh, looking up at him lovingly. He caresses your check, affectionately. You both open your mouths at the same time to say that “you'll have to buy some more candy canes soon.” Making you both fall into a fit of laughs. It really was going to be a sweet holiday season.

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#smut #pedro pascal characters #frankie pussy eating king confirmed #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales #frankie morales smut #triple frontier #francisco catfish morales #frankie catfish morales #francisco morales

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hydrangeyes · 6 months

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Missing you

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

Edit: So shuffling through my docs It's been brought to my attention that wattpad (who I use as backup) Cut a lot of my fics in half??? anyway I'll be trying to fix that also

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Aizawa x Male reader

(Y/n just returned from an out-of-the-country mission. And well how can you blame him for immediately looking for his precious boyfriend?) unedited

+Fluff (✿◠‿◠) +

Height: 6'2

Gender: Male

Age: 32

personality: Impulsive, bubbly, kinda forgetful

Hair color: Hazelnut brown

Eye color: honey brown

body type: Lean but muscular, not bulky, soft

Quirk: ????

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Y/n has never run so fast in his life.

Y/n didn't really think through exactly what he was currently doing. That is breaking into his boyfriend of 4 years, workplace. Well sort of breaking, he had a copy of his mans' teacher id..... did that count?

How was he supposed to know they added extra security!? Hell why was all might chasing after him, they knew each other dammit!! Y/n conveniently forgot just how different he looked now, being both taller and muscular than when he last saw the prized hero.

Thinking quickly Y/n scrambles to the nearest door and dove inside without (once again) thinking it through.

Panting and wheezing a little, Y/n blink seeing a bunch of eyes now on him.

"Y-yo..." he stutters out to apparently a bunch of kids mid-training.

"Y/n? You idiot how did you get in here?" a familiar tired voice call out not far from y/n. Immediately forgetting where he was Y/n tackles the man with a delighted laugh.

"Shota!!"

Said man was previously sitting on the floor next to his students' belongings, leaning back on his rolled-up sleeping bag. Both him and y/n now a sprawl on the bag and floor.

"I'm so happy to see you, as soon as I got off the plane-"

"Y/N!"

Aizawa groans as y/n finally stop talking looking at him with his full attention. (Y/n: ≧◉◡◉≦??) "Maybe here isn't the place for this? my students..." he grumbles. Y/n blinks finally catching on and looks from their little bubble to see the students all gathered and watching with interest.

"a-ah, um sorry about interrupting kiddos." y/n coughs out realizing he did it again. Getting up and helping Aizawa he bows deeply before straightening and rubbing the back of his next. " Couldn't help rushing to see my sweetheart."

the burst of surprised outcries filled the gym and Aizawa winced as he sees Mina and Denki grab onto Y/n demanding answers. glancing over at the door he waves off a thoroughly confused all might wondering if he should end the class early. He could sneak off while they were distracted with Y/n.....

"So Mr. L/n what's Mr. Aizawa like outside of school?"

"hm? well I guess it depends! usually he's cuddly and - mftt?"

Y/n blinks looking down to see aizawa's scarf covering his mouth. looking back y/n chuckles nervously seeing aizawa glare at them. "That is none of their business, also you still have yet to answer my question. How did you get in?"

Y/n fully turns and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "Come on sweetheart, I wasn't going to say anything embarrassing..." Y/n inwardly let's out a breathe when that seems to calm the man down.

"I do have a copy of your old id card, it still works apparently." Y/n shrugs.

sighing and rubbing his temple, Aizawa waves at his students. "Class dismissed, I have to get the situation this idiot no doubt caused cleared up."

:One awkward mini teacher meeting later:

Y/n pouts from where he is sitting on the couch. He wasn't exactly in trouble but he was told off once things were cleared. Now here he was in aizawa's dorm apartment, which was confusing they had a place already, waiting for his sweetheart to finish showering.

"oh peaches, It's not a crime to love someone too much right?" y/n dramatically coos to a black cat that comes to him sniffing his leg curiously. their collar pendant engraved with 'peachs <3'.

"In your case, no."

Smiling softly y/n looks back to see Aizawa drying his hair wearing black sweatpants and a long sleeve grey shirt. "Mmh good, I don't think I could stop." y/n teases. Aizawa rolls his eyes and comes around to sit next to him.

Laying back on the couch arms, Y/n tugs him to lay on top. "I've missed you."

Aizawa chuckles softly and gives him a kiss.

"I've missed you too."

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short but felt like this would be a fun start to this book. I should say that the UA whenever I write about it or our beloved characters are in a college setting (U.A being the college). As well as characters being OOC canon-wise because of this.

anyway, Thanks cupcakekiller for the request!!

#male reader #x male reader #Aizawa x male reader #top male reader #Bhna x male reader

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luv-gin · 2 years

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𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃. loid forger.

ꨄ ━ cw. sick reader, mentions of food and drinks.

MASTERLIST.

ꨄ ━ request. i know i’m not the only one down horrendous for loid so may i please request loid taking care of his sick s/o as cliche as they may sound — anon.

a pout formed on your sleepy face as you left your room with your hand wrapped around your neck.

once you arrived at the kitchen, you rested your head against loids back while he worked on breakfast until he turned around to face you "what's wrong, dear?"

"my throat." you rasp, hand still encircled around the sore part and loid sighs as his hands cup your face in his hold.

"but I don't wanna-" a cough escapes your lips that you make sure to direct into your body "take a cold shower."

loid looks down at you with a deadpan expression "tough." he detaches you from his body and you whine at the loss of heat.

"come on, honey, just take a shower for me, your temperature needs to go down." you finally give into loids words and walk tiredly into the bathroom to start your cold experience.

around 10 minutes later, you left the washroom shivering in a towel and entered your room to find your clothes laid neatly on your bed. you quickly dressed yourself before tucking yourself under your covers.

"[name]?" you heard loid call and sent him a throaty "in bed." and the man soon appeared with a tray held in between his hands.

"I made you some soup to drink, along with some milk mixed with honey." he takes a seat beside you on the comforter, placing the tray on his lap as you take a better look.

"I also brought tissues." he adds and you immediately snatch one into your hands to blow out your stuffy nose.

"start eating or you'll have no energy to get better." he hands you the bowl of soup to consume at your own liking as he got up to bring some cough drops, vicks cream and a cold, wet wash cloth.

"are you done with the soup?" you hand him the bowl and he places it back in the tray replacing the empty spot in your hands with your cup of warm honey milk.

"I'll take this away." he discards the tray in the kitchen, coming back to now rub some vicks cream at your temples, on your chest and behind your ears.

you sigh in content with closed eyes "that feels better.." once you finish your cup of milk, he gives you a cough drop to finish it off and you go back to lying on your back.

"open your mouth, baby." you lazily do as he says and loid places a thermometer between you lips and on your tongue, after a few seconds he checks the reading and clicks his tongue.

"you've still got quite a high temperature." he frowns and takes a seat beside you once again to start placing the cold wash cloth on your forehead.

"I'm tired." you mutter as your eyes droop but your nose scrunches together and loid takes this as a sign a sneeze was escaping your system, handing you a tissue to sneeze into.

"bless you."

"I am quite blessed having you by my side."

"don't flirt with me when you're sick."

"flirting takes no circumstances into account, my love." you counter as you sent him a tired smirk "besides, my favourite genre of you is as my malewife."

"you're frankly quite annoying." he let's out a groan and acts as though he hates it when in fact his cheeks are tinted red.

"that is no way to treat your sick partner." you tease and he merely sighs and shakes his head as he offers you a hand to hold onto as you drift off to sleep.

#loid forger oneshot #loid spy x family #loid x reader #loid forger x reader #loid forger #loid headcanons #spy x family loid #spy x family #loid forger scenario #loid forger headcanon

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jangofettjamz · 6 months

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Doctor Wednesday

Gentle!Wednesday x Selective!Mute!Male!Reader

Reposted from my Wattpad

Reader is on the Autism spectrum

FYI: I do have Autism

Summary: You're extremely ill and Wednesday has to put her medical skills into practice

Words: 1786

Wednesday POV

Y/N has been noticeably absent from first period. He's usually incredibly punctual so this was extremely unusual. I hadn't seen him at our usual place where we congregate either.

Botany class was next period, perhaps he would decide to show his face then. I can't help but feel the slightest bit worried at his disappearance, despite my cold and callous nature ,Y/N has my heart and I'd do anything to keep him safe.

The bell rang, indicating that next period has started. I left hastily, avoiding any conversations that Xavier would surely try to engage with me. Even now he can't see that I have no interest in him, or his pathetic excuses for art.

Enid was standing outside of class. Perhaps she's seen Y/N around. "Enid have you seen Y/N around anywhere? He didn't turn up at our usual meeting spot, and I'm sure you've noticed his absence from class." I ask the blonde werewolf.

"No I haven't unfortunately. It's weird though, I've never seen him miss class. Sorry roomie." I nod at her words and made my way into class.

"Alright everyone settle down" Miss Hacksaw, our new botany teacher said gently with a smile. She's a gentle woman, despite what her name would suggest. Certainly a better candidate for a teacher than Laurel Gates.

"Wednesday have you seen Y/N? He usually walks in with you" just as I was about to answer her question, the doors to the class shot open and revealed Y/N, hair untidy and uniform a mess.

Y/N was panting heavily, likely due to running to class like a bafoon. He began to sign "Sorry for being late Miss Hacksaw. It won't happen again I promise" he signs, but lets out a rough cough shortly afterwards.

"It's okay Y/N, take your seat." Y/N sat down next to me, not sparing a glance as he hung his head low, hiding his face. He was fiddling with his hands, a motion that was only present when he was under extreme stress or just generally uncomfortable.

He was shivering, unusual as the weather was quite warm today, and that's not even including the already warm room temperature. He was sweating from head to toe, droplets of sweat ran down his forehead like a waterfall. The ever persistent cough racked through his body.

I'd had enough, something was clearly wrong and I intended to find out what. "Y/N you don't look well" I say, not eliciting a response from him. "You're coughing up a lung, you need to go back to bed" I try hammering in the fact that he's unwell but it fell on deaf ears.

He looked at me and signed "I can't afford for my grades to drop, Wednesday. You of all people know the importance of good grades" He finished. True, my grades are indeed impeccable, but I care more for my boyfriends health than grades.

I felt his forehead and immediately felt the scornful temperature. "Darling you have a fever, you're not well. You need medical attention." Before he could protest, another round of violent coughs occured, catching the attention of the teacher.

Miss Hacksaw spoke up "Wednesday is Y/N feeling okay?" I look back down at him, his eyes pleading for me to help him.

"No he's not. I'm going to take him to the infirmary." She nodded at my words and I briskly took Y/N out of the room with me. I hold his shivering body close to mine as we walk in tandem with each other. "Don't worry mi amor, I know you hate the infirmary and I'm not taking you there. I'm taking you to my dorm and I'll take really good care of you I promise" he nodded at my reassuring words.

After a few minutes of tortured walking, we made it to my dorm room. I laid him on the bed so that I could tend to him properly. His whimpers of pain and discomfort did not bring me the usual sense satisfaction and joy they would do had they come from someone like Laurel or Xavier.

Now that Y/N was alone he began to talk. " Wens it hurts" He said, pain lacing his tone.

"Where does it hurt, sweet boy?" I ask, keeping my tone very gentle. I'd never speak to him rudely.

"My chest, my head, and stomach." He says while tears appear round his eyes. I nod at his words and go to grab my medical supplies from my wardrobe. I keep a black kit filled with medical equipment incase he ever got sick.

I grab my medical kit and race back to the bed hastily. "Shh shh shh, it's alright. I'm gonna help you now, sweetheart. Try and relax for me" I say and kiss his forehead to calm his nerves.

I take out my medical equipment (thermometer, stethoscope, blood pressure cuff) and lay them on the bedside table. "Thing go get an IV drip from the infirmary, he looks extremely dehydrated" Thing scurries off to get me an IV for Y/N.

"IV? No Wednesday, No needles! Please!" He started to cry, bordering on the verge of a meltdown. I wipe his tears away immediately. I hate seeing him cry, it breaks my heart.

"Shhhhh it's gonna be okay, my love. I'd never hurt you. I just wanna make you all better. I'll be really gentle I promise" I say squeezing his hand to offer reassurance. "Do you trust me?" He nodded and I gave a rare, gentle smile to reassure him. I'd only ever be gentle for him.

I grab the thermometer of the bedside table "Let's take your temperature, darling. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue" He did as instructed and I stuck the thermometer under his tongue. I rubbed his arm to comfort him, he was still shaking.

The thermometer beeped, indicating that it has calculated his body temperature. It didn't look good. "103.6 degrees. This is not ideal" He gulped at my words, his pale face now visibly more fearful.

"Let's check your heartbeat now, sweetheart" I grabbed the stethoscope and put it in my ears. "Let me warm up it for you. I don't want to frighten you, darling" I say while warming up the diaphragm of the stethoscope.

I lifted up his shirt and placed the stethoscope on his chest, the sound of his fast heartbeat alerted me of his heightened anxiety. "It's okay Y/N. Everything's gonna be okay. Take deep breaths for me, sweetheart. In and out"

I moved the stethoscope just under his ribs to get a hearing of his lungs.

His lungs sounded like sandpaper being scraped against bricks. They don't sound good. The raspy sound indicated some sort of respiratory infection affecting his breathing.

"Can you cough for me, sweet boy?" He nodded and coughed, the rattling in his lungs ever more apparent. "Good job. Another one?" He coughed more heavily this time. "You're doing so well, turn around for me so I can listen to the back of the lungs, darling" I say kissing his forehead.

He turns to his side, still laying down. I place the stethoscope on his back where the left lower lobe of his lung would be, drawing a circular pattern with my thumb just under where the stethoscope is placed to keep him calm. "Another deep breath, darling" he did as instructed, this was definitely sounding like the flu. I listened to his right lung "One more big breath, my love" he inhaled as best as he could and coughed while exhaling, my poor love.

"You're doing such a good job, sweetheart. I'm very proud of you. Now let's have a listen to your stomach. Okay?" He nods and lays onto his back again. I placed the stethoscope onto his stomach to listen for any abnormal stomach.

I'm hearing some irritated gastrointestinal sounds, consistent with the flu-like symptoms Y/N is exhibiting. My other hand rubbed his stomach to try and ease the pain he felt. "You've got some irritated stomach sounds going on my love, most likely caused by the flu. It would also explain your cough."

I take off my stethoscope and put it around my neck; like a doctor would. "Alright sweetheart, let's take your blood pressure. Stick your arm out for me" he did as ordered and I wrapped the cuff around his bicep. "Don't be nervous, darling. It'll be over quickly I promise."

I put my stethoscope back on and began pumping the cuff with air. "You're doing a really good job. It's nearly over my love." His blood pressure was 140/90; definitely elevated. I take off the cuff and put the stethoscope back around my neck. "Hmm your blood pressure is elevated too. Also consistent with the flu. We'll get you medicine soon, mi amor. Don't worry I won't leave your side" I kissed his temple for comfort.

The door opened revealing thing carrying an IV bag filled with a saline solution. This'll be vital in rehydrating Y/N as saline solutions contain potassium; a vital electrolyte. I grabbed the IV bag and hung it up on a coat rack next to the bedside.

Y/N saw the needle and went wide eyed, fear was practically palpable. He started to shake out of fear this time. "It'll be okay, mi amor. Give me your hand. I'll be really really gentle" I cooed softly.

He hesitated at first, but nodded in the end. "On three. One. Two. Three." I held his hand in place and inserted the needle into his vein, earning a whimper from Y/N while doing so. "Good boy, you did so well my love" I adjusted the drip and the saline began flowing into his blood stream.

"Good job, Y/N. You made me so proud. I know that wasn't easy for you, but you did so good for me." I smile softly and kiss his forehead longly and lovingly. "Would you like to cuddle for a bit, sweetheart?" He nodded and I got in bed beside him and put his head on my chest.

I softly stroke his hair, he snuggled further into my chest and yawned. "You can go to sleep if you want, mi amor. I'll be right here when you wake up" He nodded and closed his eyes. I rocked him gently in my arms, humming a soft tune my mother used to sing to me when I was a child. Not long afterwards snores were heard coming from him.

"Sweet dreams, mi amor" I kiss his forehead again. "I love you so much."

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you

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