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tomssexdoll · 12 days

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Haii :3 no clue if you already did this or not..but can you do a Bill Kaulitz smut fic of like Bill having a crush on the reader in class and they get assigned a project to work together on & they decide to do it at Bills house and end up doing the freaky freak freak 👅👅👅🔥🔥🔥

OOO YES

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PAIRINGS: Bill 2007 x Female reader

CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT

SYPNOSIS: Bill has a MASSIVE crush on y/n and has for years, one day the teacher announces that she would be pairing them up for a group project, Bill hoped to be paired with y/n and was surprised when he was, multiple opportunities racing through his head. Y/N goes to Bill's house to complete and tension is filled in the air then they freak duh

A/N: this photo omg.

WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), fingering

I've had a crush on this girl called y/n for years, she transferred to our school in 2nd grade and when I first layed my eyes on her, I was in love. She had such beautiful features, beautiful doe eyes, silky smooth hair and smelled amazing.

Throughout the years I've been trying to get her attention, sometimes she'd laugh at the jokes I made, any little bit of attention she gave me made me fall for her even more.

The teacher announced in class that we'd be having a group project and that she'd he picking the pairs. I crossed my fingers, praying for it to be Y/N.

She called out the last set of pairs and my head flew up as I heard "y/n and Bill", I tried to act cool on the outside and I sat next to her casually, but inside I was freaking the fuck out, she was so beautiful up close, her eyes hypnotizing.

"Do you want to come to my house after school and complete it?" I said, stumbling over my words, her presence making me super flustered. She nodded and smiled brightly "of course! I'll meet you at the school gates at 3pm and we can walk together" her smile could make anyones day better, she was such a smart and kind girl, always caring for others.

We continued to talk for the rest of the lesson, getting to know each other. I was so mesmerised by her, staring at her in awe.

As the end of the school day rolled by, I saw Y/N waiting for me at the school entrance, her beautiful hair flowing in the wind. "Hey gorgeous" I smirked, tapping her shoulder. She turned around and blushed softly, "hey! Let's go!" she grabbed my arm and started to walk.

I noticed as we walked she was slightly shivering, the cold air getting to her. "Hey..take this" I smiled and took my jacket off, wrapping it around her shoulders, the black leather complimenting her.

"Oh! Thanks..." she chuckled nervously, obviously flustered. I grinned to myself, everything was going so well.

As we arrived to my house, I brought her to my room and set out all the things we needed. We laid on the bed and worked on the project, researching and discussing the topic, our teacher made us do our assignment about rocks and it was so boring.

After a while we took a break, watching a movie. I slowly wrapped my arms around her shoulder, pulling her a bit closer. Out of the corner of my eye I saw as she smiled softly, resting her head on me.

During the movie I placed my hand on her thigh softly, my thumb running the skin. "What are you doing?" She suddenly spoke up, my eyes widened and I retracted my hand "sorry! I just...I" I stuttered, scared that I had taken things too far.

"oh no it's ok Bill!" She giggled and kissed my cheek softly, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head on my chest.

I felt my cheeks get hotter, I had never been this close to her before. I noticed my pants tightening a little bit. 'Shit shit shit not now!' I thought to myself, hoping she wouldn't notice.

She moved her arm a little and brushed over my erection, earning a small gasp out of me. She turned her head up to me, a look of concern plastered on her pretty face "what's wrong? Did I do something?" she pouted, I chuckled and shook my head "no..uh..it's nothing" she nodded and sighed, moving her arm again and noticing the mountain in my pants.

"Bill..are you...?" She looked back at me again, her eyes wide. I sighed and nodded in defeat "I'm sorry gorgeous I just... I can't help it...you're so-" suddenly, I was interrupted by a soft kissed being placed on my lips.

My eyes widened in shock, slithering my hand around the back of her head and kissing her passionately. "Mm.." she moaned into the kiss, palming my cock.

I kissed her harder, my lips continuously smashing into hers as her hands teased my clothed cock.

My hands fell down to her hips, lifting her delicate body and flipping us over, her underneath me. I rubbed my hard cock against her leg, unbuttoning her shirt and slowly taking it off to reveal her black lacey bra, "fuck.." my lips made their way to her chest and neck, kissing and sucking softly.

"you're so beautiful" I murmured against her skin, my hands trailing to her back, she arched her back and I fiddled with her bra, clipping it off and revealing her gorgeous tits. I groaned softly and latched onto one of her nipples, sucking sweetly.

Soft moans escaped her lips as her back arched higher, I slipped my fingers down her shorts and into her panties, finding her wet folds and rubbing up and down, teasing her.

"fuck...Bill..." she whimpered "put then in.." she looked up at me, her eyes desperate and urgent, I smirked and slowly slipped 2 digits into her, stretching her pussy out. "Oh fuck!" she moaned softly as I curled my fingers against her g spot, "so tight...gotta make you ready for me..." I kissed her roughly, thrusting harder.

I felt her hands scratch at my back, the pain weirdly pleasuring, making my cock ache for her. "So hard for you baby..need to be inside you" I moaned into her ear, my breath hot against her neck.

"Please...I need you" she winced, her hands flying to my pants, tugging them down. I helped her and pulled them off, along with my boxers.

She stared in shock at my length, "is that gonna fit?" her eyes darting to mine, I chuckled "don't worry baby, we can stop if it's too much" I kissed her neck softly, pulling her shorts and panties in a swift move.

I aligned myself at her entrance, slowly pushing in and stretching her out more, "a-ah!" she moaned loudly, digging her nails in my back again, this time way harsher. I knew she would leave a mark but it was so worth it, having her here with me was all I ever wanted.

I finally bottomed out, retracting my hips and slamming back into her, creating quite a harsh pace. Snapping my hips forward to pound into her hole, my tip drilling into her sweet spot.

Her moans were like music to my ears, sweet melodies I could listen to forever. She held onto me tightly, legs wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer.

She leaned forward and kissed my neck softly, leaving little marks everywhere. "I've liked you for years y/n..you're so fucking sexy, so caring and kind" I grunted, slamming my hips into hers.

She smiled softly, "i-mm...i've liked you too..f-fuck..for a long time.." she said, speaking to the best of her abilities, my cock slamming in and out of her didn't make things any better.

I chuckled, "that's all I need to hear baby" I reached my hand down, tracing soft circles on her clit "cum f'me baby..be a good girl" I muttered, my thrusts getting faster, eager for my release.

I felt tension building up in my stomach and with a tight clench of her pussy I shot my cum into her, coating her walls with my thick load.

I continued to thrust into her, her orgasm slowly approaching, her tight pussy teasing me immensley. "Fuckk!" she cried out, clenching tightly one more time and cumming all over my cock.

I fucked our highs out, a little ring of cum at the base of my cock, I slowly pulled out, our shared fluids dripping out slowly onto my bed.

I quickly grabbed a tissue from my nightstand and wiped her clean, laying beside her and holding her close, kissing the top of her head gently. "When are we going to finish that project?" she giggled, looking up at me, I shrugged "tomorrow, I want you to be in my arms for now, that's all that matters" kissing her gently.

"Did you mean it when you said you've liked me for years Bill?"

"Yes of course, I've liked you since the day I saw you, I've never liked anyone else" I chuckled, a little embarassed.

"Well, I thought of you as a friend for a while, until 7th grade, something just changed.." she sighed "you were just different to the other guys, more respectful, super kind and caring, the day you gave me your jacket when it was raining heavily is a memory I'll never forget" she smiled brightly, I tangled my fingers in her hair, playing with it "i'm glad you feel the same way, I can't believe it took us until our last year of high school to finally be where we are" I whispered sweetly in her ear, caressing her back with my other hand.

E/N: SORRY IF THIS IS BAD I'M JUST REALLY TIRED TONIGHT

tags: @tomscumdump @itsmealaiah

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icycoldninja · 1 month

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Hi !! Could I request something with jealous or overprotective Vergil? If youd be interested in writing anything like that, but no worries if not!! Love your work! 🌻💖

Fear not, I love writing stuff like this. Thank you so much for requesting, hope you have a great day. Enjoy!

Jealous of his brother (Jealous!Vergil x Reader)

Vergil had a problem that he refused to talk about: he got insanely jealous whenever you were around Dante. He couldn't, and refused to, explain why he felt this way, but he did.

Maybe it was because Dante was so charismatic and easy to talk to, and he wasn't. Maybe it was because Dante didn't look as intimidating as he did, or maybe it was because Dante had the confidence to do things Vergil wouldn't even dream of doing.

Whatever the reason was, it made Vergil very insecure and envious of Dante whenever he saw the two of you together--just watching you greet his brother made his blood boil. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it, except sit and fume in silence, as he was doing right now, while he watched you and Dante chat about the latter's experience during a recent mission.

"...Yeah, then one of those Hell Caina bastards came stunblin' towards me, so I leaped outta the way like this-" Dante did a backflip, pulled his pistols out, and landed on the ground with his guns extended. "Then I pulled the trigger and ripped 'em to shreds!"

"Wow, nice!" You praised, clapping. From over in his seat, Vergil scoffed. Like that was so impressive, a stupid backflip. He could do a triple-spin mid-air! "That's pretty cool, you think you could teach me to do that sometime?" You asked, making Vergil's internal temperature rise even further.

"Love to. How bout this weekend?" Dante replied. When you nodded, Vergil stiffened like a board and clenched his fists.

"Sounds great," You responded, beaming. "I'll see you then. Bye." Dante winked at you, then walked off, presumably to partake in whatever debauchery he usually did. Vergil, on the other hand, busied himself with more noble goals: following you down the streets to your shared home. Once you had set foot through, closed, and locked the door, Vergil circled round to the back of the house, and from there, opened a portal with the Yamato because he never took his keys. He stepped through it and emerged in your living room, where you were reading a book.

"Y/N." His voice suddenly echoing from the corner startled you, but you quickly composed yourself.

"Hey Verg," You responded, setting down your book and standing up to hug him. Vergil accepted your embrace as stiffly as he always did, but something felt off this time. He appeared even more tense than usual, a sign that something was bothering him. "You alright?" You asked, gently rubbing circles into his back.

"...No," Vergil admitted, after a long pause. "No, I am not."

"What's wrong?"

"I...overheard you talking to Dante, earlier," Vergil confessed, sighing and wrapping his arms around you. "I...suppose...I got....jealous."

"What? Jealous? You?" You giggled, sinking deeper into his hug, flattered by the fact that he would feel jealous of someone because of you. "Why?"

"I...well...I was envious of Dante...." Vergil cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing, "Because he...because you....seemed so...comfortable around him." You looked up at him, eyes widening.

"Really?" You asked, amazed. "You got jealous...because I was getting along with Dante?" Vergil let out a low grumble and looked away, his pale cheeks beginning to tint pink. You grinned and hugged him again, as tight as you could. "Idiot! Like Dante could ever replace you! We might be friends, but that's it! Nothing more." You reached up, cupped his check, and directed his gaze down to you. "No matter what, I'm always gonna love you, Verg. You're my favorite Sparda twin." Vergil's expression softened at these words, and he leaned down to place a brief kiss to your cheek.

"Thank you, Y/N. I am thankful for the affirmation." Vergil could now breathe easier, now that he knew his jealousy was unfounded and that you would always choose him over anyone else. The man of motivation was even more motivated now that he knew he was your favorite son of Sparda. Take that, Dante!

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resident-gay-bitch · 2 months

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Regulus’ heart breaks as he stands there, just behind the willow tree, watching James and Sirius roll around on the grass, play fighting in their own little world.

Of course he left him. Of course James would pick Sirius over Regulus, wouldn’t everyone? Regulus has never been picked first. Not once.

Not by his parents, who ignored him throughout his entire childhood to focus on framing Sirius as the perfect son and heir.

Not by Sirius, who ran away, picking James to be his brother and not bothering to ask Regulus to tag along.

Not in team games, where students would pick through the class one by one, and Regulus would be one of the last few standing.

Not by his friends, who all would chose their partners, or the other people in the group first. He joined last, it’s only fair.

Not even by the lizard who inhabits his dorm room, who picks the three other boys to crawl over to first, every time.

And certainly not by James.

He thought, for once, the cycle might be broken. He thought, for once, someone would pick him first. He’d get chosen over someone else, just once.

He should have known better.

He should have known that the moment Sirius found out about he and James sneaking around in dark corridors and whispering sweet words to each other, James would have to pick.

He was foolish to think James would pick him over Sirius. He was foolish to think that James would pick him over anyone.

And as Lily, with her fiery red hair pulled back into braids, comes marching over to the boys, snatching James up by his collar and earning herself a cheek kiss, Regulus realises he should have seen that coming too.

Not even two weeks has passed since Regulus placed second to his brother, as he does in fucking everything, and James has already moved on.

Regulus would never be anyone’s first choice, he should have known better.

He knows better now.

It’s not until three months later that Regulus finally shatters from it. The crushing weight of never being enough, never being someone’s first choice.

It’s Slytherin against Ravenclaw for the quidditch cup, and there in the crowd, he spots his brother and James.

They’re decked out in silver and blue, and they don’t look at Regulus, not even once.

Barty finds him in the showers, once the entire teams cleared out. He’s dressed in a confusing mix of blue and green, for his own house and his friends.

Hes crying. Regulus doesn’t think he’s ever cried this hard before. The water is pouring down over his head, and he’s still fully dressed in his uniform.

Slytherin lost. He lost them the match, because he was more focused on trying to catch James or Sirius looking his way just once than getting the snitch. They didn’t, and he lost.

Barty clearly doesn’t know how to handle this. The lowest he’s ever seen Regulus would have been prior to an exam he stressed himself out about. Besides, Barty has always been a little awkward when handling emotions.

Regulus tries to tell him to leave him be, he really does. But his words get all chocked up in his throat and he can’t get out much more than a wail or a sob. It fucking hurts.

“What’s the matter, Black?” Barty asks, switching the water off before crouching down in front of him, “What’s got your knickers in a twist, hey?”

“I-I’ll never be… good enough.” Regulus confesses. He’s never said it out loud before. He’s not a vulnerable person, he doesn’t do this. He knows better than to let out his sob story to someone, they can hold it over him one day. But he can’t help himself, he finds. He needs to get it off his chest before it rips him open, “I’ll never… b-be enough.”

Barty’s silent for a while, clearly unsure of what to say. It only makes Regulus sob more. He pulls his knees up to his chest and hides his head in his hand, and he fucking cries. He’s sure if anyone’s still out side, they’d hear it, but Barty locked the door when he came in. At least that’s something.

“I can never be enough.” Regulus sobs again, and this time Barty kicks into action.

He’s still awkward about it, Regulus can tell, he probably has better things to do than listen to Regulus cry as well, which only makes this worse. He pushes Regulus’ sopping hair out of his face and pats his face dry with the end of his Slytherin scarf before hauling them both to their feet.

“Who told ya that?” Barty asks, pulling his wand out to try his hand at a drying spell. It mostly works, so Regulus can’t complain.

“I don’t have to be told something to know it, Barty.” Regulus sniffles, wiping his eyes. They sting, and he knows he looks terrible, but there’s no use in worrying about that now.

“Well… I think, if you haven’t been told, it can’t be true.” Barty shrugs, tucking his wand back in his pocket.

“Fine.” Regulus nods, “My entire fucking family has told me then, on several occasions.”

“Oh.” Barty stills, and he has a look on his face of utter confusion.

Regulus shakes his head and goes to walk for the door, but he winces when he puts pressure on his ankle. He fell on it weirdly, midway through the match when he was knocked off his broom. It didn’t bother him before, but it does now.

“You hurt?” Barty asks, and Regulus nods.

Silently, Barty reaches out and wraps his arm around Regulus’ waist. He flinches at first, startled by the slightly intimate touch, but then Barty pulls Regulus to shift his weight, and he relaxes into it a little. Together, they walk back across the field, Barty carrying Regulus’ broom, and half of Regulus’ weight, and make their way back to the castle.

It’s oddly silent.

It’s always quiet, between them. Regulus isn’t much of a talker, and when Barty runs out of stupid things to say he goes quiet and people watches. He usually watches Regulus, since they’re always together, something that took a while to get used to. Barty really likes to watch Regulus read, it makes him a little self conscious of any strange expressions he might be making.

But it’s a strange sort of quiet now. It’s silent. Regulus isn’t talking, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he feels ashamed for breaking down like that. He doesn’t just break down. Men don’t fucking break down. Especially not in front of people like that. He feels embarrassed that Barty found him.

Well, he’s grateful it was Barty over anyone else, seeing as though they’re supposed to be close friends, Merlin forbid Sirius found him. But it’s still uncomfortable.

The only friend any of them have that likes to talk about feelings is Pandora. Regulus assumed this was because she was a girl, at first, however, Dorcas doesn’t like talking about them either. Pandoras just strange like that, she cares about people in odd ways. Sometimes it’s nice, but mostly it’s terrifying.

Barty looks like he wants to talk. He also looks like he wants to watch Regulus, but every time he turns his head to do so he probably sees the red rimming of Regulus’ eyes and finds something much uglier than usual. It only makes Regulus feel all the more ashamed.

Barty starts whistling. It’s not his regular noise filling whistles either, it’s his uncomfortable whistling. He doesn’t want to be here, Regulus can tell. Merlin, he needs to get away.

“Going back to your dorm?” Barty asks as they round a corridor in the castle.

Regulus nods, “Is Evan-“

“He’s there.” Barty says, “Cas too… dunno about Dora, she’s always off with the fairies. If she’s not hugging Dorcas about their loss then I dunno where she is.”

Regulus goes tense, “I don’t want them to see me.”

Barty stops and swallows, “Okay… how about my dorm then? My roommates are all down by the lake. They snagged some firewhisky.”

“Okay.” Regulus agrees, because he has no where else to go.

Once settled in Barty’s dorm, Regulus changes into more comfortable clothes. Plaid pyjama pants and a green knitted sweater he knows is his own that went “missing” last year. He doesn’t question it, Barty’s strange like that. He likes to collect things, and especially Regulus’ things.

They’re both sitting on his bed, Regulus tucked up under the covers and Barty sitting on the other end. He’s flipping through one of his dorm mates magazines and whistling to himself, his regular whistling again. It calms Regulus a bit.

Lying there, stuck with his own thoughts, he can’t hide from the images that pop into his mind every time he closes his eyes. All of Sirius and James, all of them examples where Regulus placed last.

There’s so many it’s hard to filter out which ones are new and which ones are old.

They all hurt just the same.

“Whatcha crying about now?” Barty asks, looking over at Regulus. He didn’t even realise he was crying again, but he is. “Did I do something wrong? I’ll fix it, whatever. Get ya whatever you need, promise.”

“You didn’t do anything.” Regulus sniffles, rolling onto his back to look up at the ceiling. Barty’s stuck posters up there, muggle ones of girls on motorcycles and punk bands, just to piss off his dad. “I’m just…”

“Go on.” Barty asks, sitting up now, cross legged and attentive. “There’s no one here, just me. Promise I’ll never tell.”

Regulus sighs and fiddles with his fingers, “I don’t need your pity, Barty. I’ve survived this long, I can survive some more.”

“Yeah, but you’re crying.” He says, and Regulus glares at him. “What? I ain’t seen you cry before, it’s weird. I know it’s really gotta be botherin ya if you’re crying like this. What would Dora say?”

“She’d probably try to hug me and make me cry more.” Regulus offers.

“Do you want… me to- uhm, hug you?”

“No.” Regulus glares at him. “I don’t want your pity, I said.”

“It’s not my pity, Regulus!” Barty splutters, “It’s a bloody hug. Dora says there really good for ya! I love her hugs, you know. Get ‘em all the time. I- I know I’m no Pandora but… I mean, I can offer ya a real bony one.”

Regulus snickers and looks back up at the roof, “No thanks. That’s weird.”

“Is it?” Barty asks, “Cause… cause I’ve been listening to what she’s sayin and… I think it would be nice.”

“If I hugged you right now?” Regulus raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah… and other times.” Barty shrugged, “I dunno, might be dumb but… we’re supposed to be friends, ya know? Friends hug. Cas hates ‘em, unless they’re from Dora, but Evan and I hug sometimes.”

“You’re being weird.”

“I’m not trying to.” Barty frowned, “I just… I care about you, I suppose.”

Regulus swallowed. The only person who’s said that before has been Pandora, but she cares about everyone.

Barty… well, he doesn’t care about much at all. He cares about so little, that Regulus thought the only thing he probably cared about was pissing off his dad and Pandora herself. But apparently that’s not true.

Regulus doesn’t want to believe it. He doesn’t want to hurt himself by believing that he could be one of the very few things Barty has come to care about.

But they’re friends, and Barty watches him a lot, and collects Regulus’ things, and helps him when he cries, and offers to hug him.

Now Regulus is crying for a whole other reason.

“One hug?” Barty offers, sticking out his arms, “I’ll make it so quick and if you hate it we don’t ever have to do it again.”

Regulus contemplates it. He doesn’t remember the last time he was hugged.

He knows the last good one was Pandora, maybe last year, when they were leaving for summer. Quick and carefree. The last bad one, that was James. Not that it was bad at the time, but it hurts to think about now. It was false stability and ended in heartbreak. The last time he was hugged to be soothed though? His mind takes him back to Sirius, when they were still little.

“Fine.” Regulus mutters, sitting up under the covers, “But make it quick.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Barty nods and moves in, “Sorry if I’m uncomfortable.”

Regulus nods and sits very still as Barty wraps himself around Regulus’ shoulders. It’s awkward, to say the least. They’ve never done this before, and they’re going about it very strangely.

“Reg… you gotta relax a bit.”

“How am I supposed to relax when I have a boney man attached to me?”

Barty scoffs and squeezes him a little tighter, “Just put your head on my shoulder, orrite. Relax, just for a second.”

Regulus huffs but does it anyway. He leans his head over to rest on Barty’ shoulder and drops his own, and… oh, it’s nice. It’s actually really, really nice. Barty’s soothing his back, and twisting his finger around the end of Regulus’ hair. And it’s nice.

He can’t even feel Barty’s ribs poking him or anything. It’s really, really cosy.

Regulus pushes him away, wiping his tears.

Barty gives him a guilty smile, “Terrible?”

“No.” Regulus sniffles, “It was actually grossly nice.”

Barty snickers and nods his head, “Well, if you ever need another hug, I’ll give ya as many as ya kneed.”

“Thanks.”

“No problems, Black.”

Regulus fiddles with the ends of his sleeve, refusing to look up at Barty, who he knows is sitting there and staring. He’s so quiet, when he stares. It’s as if any noise Barty makes would ruin his ability to set his full attention solely on Regulus.

It’s so strange. He’s so strange.

“You can’t tell anyone.” Regulus mumbles.

“What, that we hugged?” Barty laughs.

“No.” He scoffs, “What I said before, wanker. In the showers.”

“Oh.” Barty nods, “Well, I wasn’t gonna anyway. Course not, Reg. I know you. I know you hate people knowing your business.”

Regulus nods, “You really wouldn’t have told anyone? Not even Dora?”

“Cross my heart.” Barty smiles, doing just that, “I know she’s my best friend, but you are too. It means something, you know?”

“Oh.” Regulus mumbles.

Barty can only laugh at him, and Regulus turns a little pink.

“Can I… no, don’t worry about it.”

“No, go on.” Barty offers, “It’s just you and me.”

Regulus sighs, “I just… I’m tired of not being good enough, Barty.”

“I dunno what you mean, Black. You’re bloody brilliant.” Barty says, flopping down on his back like a starfish, “You shoulda been in Ravenclaw with your smarts, and not to mention your skills as a seeker. You’re top of the class, Reggie, course you’re good enough.”

Regulus thinks Barty will never understand how much that singular sentence fucking means to him, even if he tries to explain it. It stings, how good it feels to hear it. He never has. Not once.

“Not just in school, Barty. Everywhere else.” Regulus mumbles, wiping his teary eyes. They’re stinging again, and he really doesn’t want to cry, but he knows he will. It’s so stupid. “Everything else. I’m just…”

Barty rolls onto his side, propping his head up on his elbow to look at Regulus, “Like, with your family?”

Regulus nods, chewing on a hangnail.

“Yeah, I get that.” Barty sighs, “Is this about… those who must not be named?”

Regulus closes his eyes to compose himself, and nods again.

“Right.” Barty says, “Did Sirius do something? You know he barked at me the other day, like a fucking dog. So I’ll go hex him, happily, if you want?”

“No, Barty. Don’t.” Regulus shook his head, “He didn’t… I… they both just…”

“Go on.” Barty said softly, softer than Regulus has ever heard him speak before as he slowly sits up to get level with him.

“I’ll always be second best.” Regulus mutters, and then he starts crying again. Hot tears down his cheeks, redness in his eyes, stuttering over himself as he shakes.

“Oh, Reg…”

“He- he just picked James, over his own blood brother. Every time it’s James and… and I… and James just… I loved him. I loved him Barty, I was in love with him. I think part of me still is, but… he, he picked Sirius too. He picked Sirius, and Lily, because she’s just… she’s so pretty, and smart, and she’s got everything that I’ve got but, she’s just… she’s just so much better.” Regulus heaved, pressing a hand to his chest, “Everywhere, I see it everywhere. Not just with them, but mostly, I- I’ll never… I’ve never been someone’s first choice, Barty. Ever. And I don’t think I ever will be. No one picks me just because they can.”

His shoulders shake as he cries, his breath short and stuttered. When Barty reaches out in offer for another hug, Regulus falls forward into his arms, head pressed against his friends chest.

It feels so safe there, to be cradled in Barty’s arms, it’s warm. He cries a puddle through his sweater, but Barty doesn’t seem to mind.

“Shh, Reggie.” Barry sooths, lightly scratching his nails over Regulus’ back and sifting his fingers through his hair. “Just breathe, love. Just breathe.”

Regulus follows his command, taking deep breaths and timing them with the rise and fall of Barty’s chest beneath his head. He relaxes there, letting his eyes fall shut, and Barty continues to rub his back and play with his hair.

“I’m so tired.” Regulus mumbles through the last of his tears, “I’m going to fall asleep if you keep doing that.”

“That’s okay.” Barty laughs softly, “How about we lie down?”

“Isn’t that weird?” Regulus asks.

“Isn’t everything I do weird?”

Regulus shrugs and follows when Barty pulls him down to lay against the pillows. Barty slips under the covers with him, and pulls Regulus’ head against his chest again. Bartys heart is beating faster than it should be, but Regulus ignores it and wiggles around until he’s comfortable.

Once again, Barty strokes his back and scratches his scalp, and folds himself into Regulus a little.

He presses a little kiss to the top of Regulus’ head, and his heartbeat speeds up rapidly.

Regulus tenses, “Why is your heart beating like that, Barty? Are you okay? Did I make you uncomfortable?” He questions, already coming up with a million terrible reasons for it. He’s been so stupidly selfish about his own problems he didn’t even notice how uncomfortable he’s made his supposed best friend.

“No…” Barty half follows as Regulus sits up, leaning back on his elbows, “No, Reg. Obviously not.”

Regulus’ shoulders relax a little, “Well, then what is it?”

Barty looks away, “Come on, don’t tease, Reggie. I’m not in the mood.”

“I’m not teasing.” He shakes his head, “What’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem, obviously.” Barty snickers, “Come on, we can just… we can forget about it by tomorrow if it’s weird.

“What’s weird, Crouch?” Regulus pressed, “I don’t understand.”

Barty looked at him for a moment, eyebrows drawn together in the middle, and his mouth slowly fell open, “You don’t know?”

“Know what?” Regulus asked.

“About me…”

“About you… what?” Regulus shook his head.

“About…” Barty sighed, shaking his head in delirium. He laughed, at himself, mostly, which only confused Regulus more, “Everyone said it was obvious. I just thought we both… I thought we had an understanding. That we’d both ignore it and go on with our lives.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Barty?” Regulus asked, shoving at his chest.

“Oi!” Barty snickered, “That I… well… I thought you knew you’d be my first choice for everything.”

Regulus froze, scowling at him for a moment, “Don’t tease-“

“Not teasing, Reggie.” Barty looked away, taking a short breath. “Look, if it’s… if it’s too weird, I get it. But, I’m okay pretending, if you want.”

“P-pretending?” Regulus whispered.

“Yeah.” He shrugged, sitting up and loosely hugging his knees, “Pretending I’m not in love with you.”

Regulus didn’t have an answer for that. He was truely wound speechless. Barty… loves him?

“I meant it… I’d pick- I’d pick you over everything else in this world. I really mean it, Reggie. I promise.” Barty mumbled, “You’re my first pick, always have been.”

Regulus’ heart stops in his chest for a moment. His throat hurts and his eyes sting again. Regulus doesn’t think he’s cried as much as he has today through his entire life, including when he was a baby.

He can’t help it, crying again. Because Regulus believes him. Barty’s always been devastatingly honest, even at the worst of times. So why would he lie about this? And he looks so earnest, sounds it too. He sounds like he really, truely means it.

No ones ever picked Regulus first, besides Barty Crouch Jr, who has a collection of Regulus’ things, and who stares at him unashamedly, and consoles Regulus when he cries even if it makes him uncomfortable.

And Regulus has been too self centred to ever notice.

But Barty is in love with him, and by the sounds of it he has been for a while. Apparently everyone knows it.

He thinks about it for a moment, while he sobs and cries and heaves. Barty does all that he can to soothe him, reaching out to wipe away tears, and hold him, and rub his arms and back.

Regulus doesn’t think he’s ever felt as safe as he doesn’t when he’s around Barty. Which is an odd thing to realise, because Barty is kind of a loose cannon. He’s violent, and angry, and snarky and rude. But with Regulus he’s always… well, he’s funny, and he can still be a little rude sometimes, but he’s also kind and generous and a little odd.

Regulus now realises all that oddness he’s noticed is just things Barty does that signals he’s in love with him. But Regulus has never noticed, he’s never looked to see how Barty doesn’t do all these very things with other people.

He’s Barty’s first choice.

And now that he thinks of it, Barty might just be his.

He’s the only person Regulus trusts to see him like this. Not even Pandora could, as much as he loves her. Regulus just hates being vulnerable. But he supposed it’s a little different with Barty, because he’s always been a little vulnerable with Regulus.

It’s comforting, to say the least, to have confirmation that he’s wanted. That he’s cared for. That he’s somebodies first choice.

And Barty loves him, which is strange. He’s never looked at Barty in that way before. And sure, Barty makes plenty of jokes about finding Regulus fit and wanting to snog him and so on and so forth, but he’s never thought too deeply about it.

He does that with other people, doesn’t he?

Now that Regulus thinks about it, he definitely doesn’t do it as much as he does it to Regulus.

Barty pulls away, rubbing up and down Regulus’ biceps, as he gives a nervous smile. It’s crooked, like most of Barty’s smiles, but this time Regulus really notices it.

“I’m sorry if it’s weird, I dunno what to do, Reggie.” Barty tries, “How do I stop you crying?”

Regulus sniffled and blinked his tears away slowly, refusing to cry anymore. His cheeks are all wet and sticky, and his eyes fucking ache, as well as his throat, but he’s not thinking about that.

“Do you really mean that?” Regulus sniffles, and he blinks away a few more tears, “Me being your first choice?”

“Of course, why would I lie about that, Reg. It clearly means a lot to you- I just… I thought you knew.”

Regulus scrunches up his nose, “Well, why would I cry about how I’m no one’s first choice if I knew I was yours?”

Barty’s quiet for a moment. He retracts his hands and ducks his head to mumble, “I just thought… well I thought I didn’t really matter, at the end of it all.” He shrugged, “I’d do anything for you- I already have, you know, and… I just… I thought you knew. And I thought it didn’t matter to you because… well, I’m the same, I suppose. I don’t think anyone’s picked me first either.”

“You still… even thinking that I just- I just didn’t care about you, or your feelings or… or anything at all, you still…” Regulus scrunched up his nose, ducking his head to catch Barty’s eye, “You still would have picked me first?”

Barty nodded, “Done anything for you.”

“Oh.” Regulus whispered, shaking his head, “Barty…”

“Yeah?” Barty asked, swallowing a large lump in his throat.

Regulus kisses him. No thoughts, no warnings, no nothing at all. He just leans forward and kisses him right on the mouth.

Barty pulls away first, almost immediately, wide eyed and startled, “What the fuck did you do that for?”

“I don’t know.” Regulus muttered, touching his lips, “You just… I… you love me, and… fuck, Barty. You’re my best friend.”

“Yeah.” Barty nodded, there’s water in his eyes now, and Regulus can tell he’s trying to hold it back, “And you just kissed me. Please don’t- don’t do that. I’m… I can’t handle that, Reg. I can handle us being friends, even though it’s driving me mad, but… I just- I can’t-“

“Well, don’t you want to be more?”

“Fucking hell, Regulus.” Barty leers back.

“What?” Regulus scoffs.

“You can’t just fucking… don’t say that.” He shakes his head, taking a moment to compose himself, “Don’t be stupid, orrite. I can’t fucking… I love you, Reggie. I can’t handle… possibilities because I’m just… I’m gonna drive myself crazy thinking about them. And that’s not good.”

“I’ve never had someone love me before, Barty.” Regulus whispers, “I’ve never had someone… I want- I want to chose you too. You’re my best friend, and I already do choose you. But I want to do it more. I want to… please?”

“I don’t understand, Reg.” Barty whispered back.

Regulus took his hand, smoothing his fingers over Barty’s rigid knuckles. They’re rough and scarred, just as they always are. Just as Regulus knows them to be.

“I don’t really either, Barty.” He admits, “I never knew you felt that way, and I’ve never thought about it- you- us. I’ve never thought about us like that before, but I… I can picture it.”

Barty closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, Barty. I don’t want to lead you on. I want to try. Don’t you want to try?”

Barty keeps his eyes sealed shut and he shakes his head no, “What happens when you get bored of me? What- what happens when Potter comes crawling back to you? What happens when you realise I’m fucking… more insane than you thought? I’d- don’t tempt me, Regulus, because I meant what I said, I’d do anything for you.” Barty’s breath trembles, “I’d kill him, I’d kill them both. I’d kill all of them, just to make you happy. So you never feel like a second choice to them ever again- I- I mean it, Regulus.”

“I know.” Regulus breaths, and it scares him, what Barty’s saying, because he does know. It’s not just words. But those words aren’t the part that scare him, it’s the fact that he likes it that does. It makes him want. “I know, Barty. And I know that if I hurt you, truly, truly hurt you like this, you’d make my life a living hell. I know.”

“What about Potter?” Barty asks, trying to mask tears of his own, “Don’t you love him?”

“Maybe.” Regulus admits, regretfully so, “But I don’t want to. He’d never… he could never love me the way you could anyway. The way that I need.”

“And how do you need it?”

“To be your first choice.” Regulus whispered, “How do you need it, Barty?”

Barty took a deep breath, thinking about it for a moment. He looked up at Regulus with a pout and hopeful eyes, “I just want to be good enough for love before anything else.”

Regulus smiles, “You are.”

Barty shakes his head.

“You are.” Regulus confirms, “To me, you are.”

Barty sniffles, “Do you love me… like that?”

Regulus sighs, “N… no.” He scolds himself for the truth, because it seems to shatter Barty’s heart to pieces. “But I want to, Barty… I want to love you the way you do me. And I think I will. You just have to let me.”

“Really?” Barty sobs.

Regulus nods, “Will you let me?”

Barty nods and leans back in, and Regulus kisses him again. They both had wet cheeks, and headaches, and heartaches from crying, but they kiss anyway. And Regulus cries again, for hopefully the last time, because Barty kisses like he never wants to stop.

Regulus has never been kissed like that before.

Regulus has never been loved before.

He thinks with Barty, he might just be enough.

★ ★ ★

Bartylus shippers unite.

This one’s so angsty I’m sorry but I can’t help it and yerr Reggie kinda has misogynistic views which is gross but it’s the fucking 70’s and look at his parents. I USUALLY write them all to be better than that and not arseholes but I wanted to make this one hurt.

Also I don’t think I’ve written from Reggie’s pov before sooooo that was interesting.

Idk I liked this. Let me know your thoughts :)

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sqquidzz · 9 months

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"My only job is to make sure your so fucked out that you can't think properly"

Chuuya Nakahara x M!reader

Summary: You and Chuuya have been dating for a month now, and Chuuya decided to invite you to his house late at night. You thought he was just inviting you for a normal late night date, but only when you get to his house do you realize his intentions.

Tags: Chuuya x M!reader, slight nipple play, orgasm denial, edging, deap throating, dirty talk, praise, pet names (doll, sweetheart, etc.), ass fucking, etc.

A/N: This is my first time writing for M!reader, so I hope there aren't any major mistakes in my writing. Hope you enjoy!

"I wonder why he's texting me this late at night..."

You had just gotten out from the shower realizing that Chuuya had texted you to come over to his house. It wasn't too strange, since you both usually liked to invite each other over for movie date night, but Chuuya's tone in the message made you feel like there was something more to it.

"Come over now" the message read, short and simple, unlike Chuuya's normal messages where he adds an insane amount of emojis and symbols

You shake of your uneasy feeling, putting off the fact that his short message was written so weirdly because he was so tired.

You grab a pair of black boxers, sliding them on along with a pair of soft sweatpants. Finally, you throw on a black, oversized shirt and take a look in the mirror, satisfied with your look.

You then padd out of your room, taking care to turn off the bathroom fan that was running to clear up the ste from your shower. You turn off the lights, grab your car keys and slip on a pair of sandals, ignoring the fact that they were slightly tattered and torn from wearing them so much.

You open the front door and close it behind you, locking it and walking over to your car, which you unlocked and slipped inside of, turning the engine on and driving off to Chuuya's house.

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Knock Knock Knock

You had just arrived at Chuuya's house, knocking on on the front door of his grand house. It seemed strange standing at his door at midnight, usually he would invite you at around 9pm to 10pm.

You stand at the door, slightly shivering as a cold breeze brushes past you. You're still confused as of why Chuuya's message looked so demanding, he usually makes his messages seem so lighthearted, always somehow mixing an insult into every one.

Just then, the door opens slightly, and you are yanked into the dark room, with nothing but a sliver of moonlight entering the house.

"Chuuya! Why did you just yank me into here? What's wrong with you?" you yell out as you try to break out from his grasp. But it was no use. CHuuya's grip on you was rock solid, leaving you with barely any room to try and wiggle out of his hold on you.

You struggle against him for what seems like forever, until you hear him whisper into your ear, "I need you so bad baby.."

You freeze. Chuuya had never made any move that told you that he wanted to have sex with you. It had never been mentioned during the month of time you both had been dating.

When you still don't move any further, Chuuya takes the situation into his own hands, grinding his groin into yours, causing you to snap out of your trance and let out a gasp.

"I love you so much baby," Chuuya whispers out as he continues to rub his growing hard on into yours, causing you to whine from the friction. Suddenly, your boxers are feeling way too tight for comfort.

"Ch-Chuuya, what are you d-doing?" you ask as he noses over your neck, earning him a soft sight of content from you.

"Oh nothing... just wanted to try something with you," he hoists you up into his arms, bridal style, making you let out a small yelp as he walks you over to the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed.

Chuuya climbs onto the bed soon after you, stripped of his shirt and pants, surprising you of how fast he removed his clothes. He lifts your shirt sensually, allowing the fabric to slowly trail on your skin before being removed entirely, exposing your fair skin and flushed nipples

In the dark, you can faintly make out Chuuya smirking as he leans down to pepper kisses onto your neck, making you let out a sigh as he trailed all around your neck.

Just as you were getting comfortable with the sensation of Chuuya's mouth on your neck, he licks a fat strip across your collarbone and bites into it, making you let out a sharp gasp at the pain.

"Oh darlin, you look so hot like this," he praises as he continues to suck marks into your skin, causing you to let out shudders and whimpers of pleasure.

Chuuya continues to trail down your skin, marking it possessively as if someone was coming to take you away from him. Finally, he reaches your right nipple, which is flushed and swollen from the teasing.

"Chuuya... please," you whisper out as he ghosts his finger over your nipple just enough to send a wave of heat down to your length, making it impossibly harder.

"Shh, patience sweatheart.." he coos as he latches his mouth around your hard bud, swirling his tounge around it, causing you to arch your back and let out a moan, the pleasure going right to your cock, making it drip precum that would probably soil your boxers.

Chuuya continues to play with your nipple in his mouth, licking it and biting it softly as his other hand pinches at your left nipple, causing you to whine at the feeling of his skillful hand twisting your nipple just right.

You feel a knot tighten in your lower abdomen as you come closer to release.

"Chuu.. I'm so close..." you mewl out, but just before you could bask in the glory of your orgasm, he stops.

You let out a whine of dissapointment, but that immidiately dies down as Chuuya pulls off your pants and boxers at the same time, revealing your swollen cock, which slowly dripps precum.

Before you could ask him what he was doing, Chuuya takes your cock all the way to the base in one go, making you let out a loud moan as you feel your length hit the back of Chuuya's throat.

Chuuya only hums around your cock as he starts bobbing his head almost immidiately, making you let out a series of whines and moans, chanting Chuuya's name like a prayer as he sucks on your cock, swirling his tongue around the tip and sinking down again.

Before you know it, your orgasm approaches once again, that tight knot curling in your lower abdomen from the heat and stimulation from Chuuya's mouth.

But just before you could spill your seed into Chuuya's mouth, he stops again, pulling off and wiping the excess saliva from the side of his mouth.

Now you were getting frustrated. He hadn't let you cum twice now, and it almost hurt from how much you were pent up from the teasing.

"What the hell Chuuya?!" you exclaim as you try to get up from your position to shove him off you in rage, but Chuuya quickly grabs your hands, pinning them on top of you before you could do anything.

"Don't worry doll," Chuuya coos with a smirk, "My only job is to make sure your so fucked out that you can't think properly."

You shived at his tone, your chest tightening because of how hot Chuuya sounded. Chuuya lets out a soft chuckle as his cock slowly comes to rub at your entrance, making your hole clench at the thought of being filled by Chuuya.

"Wait- Chuuya! What about lube?" you ask as he simply rubs his length against your hole, making you shiver at the skin to skin contact.

Chuuya hums as he pops open a bottle that he seemed to get out of nowhere and squirts some of the sleek substance onto his hands, rubbing it between his fingers a few time to warm it up before rubbing some around the rim of your asshole. You gasp at the foreign feeling, it felt really unnatural, but it also felt good in a way.

Chuuya squirts some more on his hands, lathering his shaft in a generous amount of lube as he tosses the bottle away, returning on of his his hands to lay on one side of your head, the other reaching up to pin your hands to the bed.

He rubs himself over your hole a few time before sinking in. He lets out a groan as you let out a hiss at the stretch from his length plunging into you.

You feel almost lightheaded as he bottoms out, the stretch making you scrunch your eyes closed in discomfort, but it soon turns into pleasure as Chuuya rocks in and out of you.

Before long, Chuuya is already pounding you hard and fast, reaching into your so far you choke on your saliva. He shifts his position a few time, as if he's trying to find something until he hits a spot in you that makes you let out a loud moan.

Chuuya smirks at this, continuing to aim at that exact spot every time he thrusts into you, making your eyes roll back in ecstacy as your back arched and you let out a long moan.

Chuuya's thrusts are relentless, pounding so hard onto your prostate that you see stars. He starts chuckling again at your fuck out face, lust pooling in his eyes at the sight of you, naked and moaning his name as loud as you could, probably disturbing the neighbors.

"God, your doing so good for me doll," he groans out as his thrusts become sloppy and less coordinated as he grabs your length, stroking it along with his harsh thrusts.

You eyes widen and you let you a load moan at the stimulation, everything becoming too much as you babble out incessant begs and pleads for release.

Your thighs clamp around Chuuya's legs as he thrusts even faster into you, reaching an almost inhuman pace as both of your releases approach fast.

As you both release, Chuuya thrusts one final time deep inside you as his seed pains your walls white and rushes deep into you, making you moan even louder as your cum spurts out of your cock, landing all over yours and Chuuya's chests.

Chuuya pants as he slowly slides out of you, making you whine quietly as the loss of something inside you.

He flops down beside you, kissing you gently on the cheek and proceeds to rub soothing circles into your back.

You sigh as you whisper out, "Chuuya, we have to clean up." but Chuuya simply mumbles something incoherent and snuggles into your side, his face going into your neck, sniffing your soft, comforting scent.

You let out a small chuckle as you and him slowly fall asleep side by side. You know now that you would never trade this for the world, ever.

#male reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya smut #fluff #fluff at the end #smut #damn #chuuya x yn #chuuya bsd #bungou stray dogs chuuya #sweet ending #dating #relationship #soft chuuya #lovers #gay #gay men

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femaletwstsupremacy · 4 months

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" 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚"

✦ Content – canon typical angst (It's light tho), a bit of character exploration (I think), fluff at the end.

A/N: Hello and Merry Christmas! Two days late but it's still December so it should be fine. This piece was from a secret santa event and I decided, why not post it here? So, have this little Christmas piece from me! 🎄🌟

Malleus often finds herself thinking about the future.

She believes the habit stemmed from her childhood, from the very present reminder that she should think about her future as crown princess. Even if she was no older than twenty years old at the time. If she were to put it in human standards, she would have been no older than five amongst her kinsmen.

From Lilia, to her advisors, and perhaps everyone around her have never ceased to remind her of this lofty duty. To the point that merely their presence alone reminds her of the weight on her shoulders, and a truly hefty weight it is.

Years pass, and Malleus feels the weight growing heavier and heavier.

She believes it should have been the opposite case, wherein the more often you carry a weight, the lesser it weighs until you feel no strain at all. However, woe is her, for that is not the case. And the weights keep increasing along with her responsibilities.

The weight of the impending loss that she will feel once the people she cares about perish, the weight of her duties that will always present, and most of all, the weight of her loneliness.

Now the last one, Malleus knows is possible to be lifted. Unlike the rest of the shackles that bind her. But even then, it was just that, a possibility. It could take years – perhaps a millennium – until she finds someone, anyone, who can lift the suffocating weight of her loneliness.

That was one of the leading reasons (The coaxing of Lilia being the other) she accepted the invitation to NRC. But even with all the hope she held in his heart, it was all dashed by the looks and stares given to her by her peers.

It’s the same, she realizes, the same enraging look as everyone else.

Admiration, fear, acknowledgement, intimidation, disdain. All of it was painted on their faces. And Malleus starts to feel faint, cold, like she was drowning in a sea of ice, the cold piercing painfully to the marrow of her bones.

That was the day she stopped having hope.

In the following years of her stay in NRC, only a few brave ones were able to strike a conversation with her. Nearly lighting her small candle of hope before cruelly blowing it out with the distance that follows right after.

But, against all odds, her small candle of hope was re-lit. The flames raging forth and taking her heart in a tempestuous and uncontrollable storm.

All of this done by none other than a human.

It was absolutely unbelievable. Malleus can’t help but chuckle dryly at her ridiculous situation. After all, your lifespan oh so short compared to hers. Once the day of your passing comes, all her grief and loneliness would increase tenfold. Hence, avoiding closer relations with you would be nothing but in her best interests. Though, she wonders, why is it does she keep coming back?

Back to your quaint and dilapidated home, back to your conversations and laughs, back to the warm meals and banter, back to the cozy and quiet company, back to you.

Whilst staring longingly at your backlit figure – the light gives you a wonderous and bright halo, she thinks, almost as if you were a deity – she wonders, truly, why can’t these moments just last forever? Why couldn’t you just be a fae like her? Why does the natural law between humans and fae have to be so painful? Why do you have to leave? leave her?

“Tsunotaro!”

Your call effectively snaps Malleus out of her gloomy, wayward thoughts. With bright enthusiasm, you abruptly drag Malleus by the hand, unwillingly making her tumble (Face first, mind you) with you in the snow.

You laugh brightly, the sound tinkling in Malleus’ ears. Even with snow all over your hair and cheeks, you show no care at all for how disheveled you might have looked and just continued laughing as happy as can be in the snow. At that, Malleus can’t help but join you in your melody of laughter.

In over all the decades she had lived, Malleus finally learns how easy it is to just, be happy.

Made by @femaletwstsupremacy please do not copy, use, or steal my work.

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js-kaiden · 6 days

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Cheater Childe x reader

So this was inspired by a cai bot. I wrote this a while ago. I'm new to writing and hope for some advice on how to make this better. Enjoy! Italics = thinking

To explain, you're in an arranged marriage with Childe. He's tried everything to try and get a reaction out of you. He's cheated with several different women and you're still not fazed. You love him. You just dont know how to show it. As a child, you were taught to never show weakness, and weakness included your feelings.

".. Aren't you mad at me?" He muttered, frowning.

You simply exhale and inhale “I’m used to you doing this.” You walk away leaving Childe. "But..." He trailed off and didn't finish his sentence. You already left. You always had ignored him and his attempts to get your attention. You always were indifferent to him. That was what hurt him the most.

He had always been the heartbreaker in his past relationships. It was something he was proud of, something he flaunted with every woman he met. But you never once fell for his tricks, his smooth words, his handsome smile.

You left the room, making it obvious that you refused to speak with him any longer. He felt his ego break. I do care about the fact that Childe is cheating. I love him with all of my heart. I want to actually make this marriage official but I can't. I can't confess to Childe. I'm scared that he doesn't love me. I love him so much but the only thing he does is cheat. This is only an arranged marriage. Why do I care so much?

If Childe was aware at all, he was completely oblivious. He was so focused on the fact that you were so different from women he'd met before - and that you were ignoring him.

A woman as indifferent as you, as silent and strong... Childe was infatuated. You were so different from him. From women he had met before. He wanted to hold you against his chest and feel your heartbeat against his.

"..So... You don't mind at all, do you?" He asked, attempting to gain some sort of reaction from you.

You stopped and looked at Childe. “... No, why? This is an arranged marriage to make our parents happy. Just be with whoever makes you happy.” In my head I think, “YES, I mind. Please don't replace me.”

He didn't reply, and only stood there, looking at you with his brows furrowed. He was wondering how you can be so quiet, so unbothered... Yet this also piqued his interest. His previous relationships had all been dull - filled with women who would go to great lengths just for him, women who would go mad crazy if he dared even to look at another woman.

"..What would you do if I did go to another woman? "He finally asked after moments of silence. "Would you be mad? ..Or indifferent, like always?"

“Why would I be mad? I don't love you. Once again Childe, this 'marriage' if you can even call it that, is arranged by our parents. Do whatever makes you happy. I once again think: Please I'm desperate. notice that I'm bothered by the fact that you're cheating on me. Don't go to other women.” You reply, simply once again putting him down.

He was silent and his brows furrowed even more. The truth was... He didn't know what he wanted. He wanted the chase, the excitement. He wanted you to chase after him as everyone else did.

His mind thought - and he was surprised by this, but - what if he did end up hurting you? What if he actually ended up hurting your heart?

He couldn't help thinking that he wanted you to care.

"But you should care." He said after a few moments of silence. "We are married."

You think of what to say for a moment and then reply, “Have you forgotten? This is arranged. Not an actual marriage. Just something to make our stupid parents happy. I care. I really do please.”

"I know that." He replied softly. "..But you don't care about me. At all." He was quiet for a few moments again, feeling conflicted. "I guess... I guess I should just see other women, then?" He asked. "Maybe I'll find another woman who is just like you. Indifferent and unbothered...."

You were so intriguing... So mysterious... So unique. You didn't care about him, but he did. He couldn't explain it. Why was he falling for an indifferent woman?

“You do you I guess. Just make sure that our parents don't find out about her. no. What are you saying? Don't tell him to get someone else. Tell him that you do care. Give him love and affection. Don't do this.” You replied. You want to reply with other things but you can't.

He stared at you. His brows furrowed and he opened his mouth, but closed it again. He wanted this so badly to be true, he wanted you to feel something for him.

"But do you care?" He finally asked, his voice quivering. "I mean... I want you to care. I want you to want me. I want you to chase me. I want you to love me... I want you to get mad when I cheat. I want something. I want something to happen. I want to be loved. I want to be chased."

“Do you only want that? Cause if that's it, you're a user. That's why you got put into an arranged marriage cause you couldn't stay in a relationship,” You start and look Childe in his eyes, “You kept playing all those girls.I'm not like those stupid girls. I have the decency to know when somebody isn't JUST mine. You just want a relationship for the thrill, not for the love, affection, or for anything else. Just for the play and thrill.”

He stiffened, his face flushed by your words... He was angry. He was angry and hurt. All he ever wanted was your love, not those other stupid girls. None of them ever intrigued him as much as you did, none of them ever made him feel the way you did.

He took a deep breath, and a second later, his rage turned into sadness. You were right, none of his previous relationships were ever for "love, affection, or for anything else."

"Am I really a user?" He asked. "..Am I... Am I bad?"

You instantly stop in shock, but instantly snap back to reality to reply. “Childe, I want you to reflect on this entire marriage. The only thing you've done was cheat, cheat, cheat, and cheat. Not once did you try to ask why I act the way I do. Not once did you try to ask if I'm okay, or if I need a break, or if I want to spend time with you. This is why I can't handle this arranged marriage. This is why I remind you everyday that this isn't a real marriage and that you will never find a real relationship.” You finally snapped.

He closed his eyes, feeling more guilt and rage towards himself.

He was a user, he knew it. But deep down inside, he had always hoped to hear "I love you." he had always hoped to be loved. To be loved truly and unconditionally.

Yet he was also selfish. He was too afraid to ask you if your cold demeanor was a facade; he assumed that it was something you truly felt.

He had never tried to get to know the real you, the warm-hearted person beneath it all. He had failed.

Tears start streaming down your face. Your true emotions are finally showing themselves to Childe. Childe sees these new emotions and stops. “I actually do love you. I love you to the moon and back but you don't act like you love me. You act like you can't stand me. You probably hate this relationship. I wanted this to work but all you do is cheat.” Your voice quivers and bears so much pain, “I love you so much, yet I can't find the words to say it cause you're always out with someone else. How can I say that I want this to work if you're never home?”

He flinched hearing you in pain. He turned immediately from someone so angry to someone who was hurting. He couldn't bear it. His anger went away as soon as he heard you hiccup, your voice wavering and breaking, and your eyes moistened with tears.

"Y/n.....I'm sorry." He muttered, turning to face you. "I never hated this relationship. I just didn't know what I wanted, and I was selfish. I want this relationship to work, too. I really do. I want you... I want to hear those words."

You look at him in pure shock, not believing those words. “How do I know that you're not lying? For all I know this could be another one of your plots.”

"Please, believe me." He said, reaching for your hand to hold. His eyes were filled with sincerity, his brows not furrowed by anger, but by love.

"I want to show you just how much I love you. I've never felt this way before, ever, for any woman as much as I love you. I never want to be with another woman, ever. As long as we're together." He promised, his voice was full of hope.

"I want our marriage to work, genuinely. Please, just... Believe me." He begs.

Your eyes feel with tears once again. You start to feel a sense of hope and happiness. What if this can actually work? “I want to believe you. I want to believe that you want to make this work but I just can't. I want to think that you can change your ways and magically make everything better. I want this to work. Please Childe. Can we start again?” You ask while holding both of his hands.

He looked at you with eyes filled with love and hope. "Yes. Yes of course, my love."

He got closer to you, wanting to hug you but couldn't do it without your approval. If what he was hearing from you was true, then you were not indifferent to him the way he thought you were. You loved him as much as he loved you.

"Y/n..." He muttered, leaning to put his forehead on yours, "I love you."

“I love you too, Childe. I love you so much…”

The end or is it?

#x reader #childe x reader #genshin impact #angst with a happy ending #fluff at the end #happy ending #might delete later #new writter #new writer boost #fem!reader #female reader

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eva-terra-marie · 1 year

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It’s Always The Same Dream

Bakugou x fem! reader

Summary: In middle of the night, Bakugou wakes up to you screaming in your sleep, so he comforts you from those terrible nightmares.

Warnings: Angst and kinda sad but fluff at the end. Also, there is sorta a manga spoiler (if you know what I mean…) Read at your own risk.

Hope you guys enjoy and pls don’t kill me if I made you guys cry :(

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It’s always the same dream. It’s been a few months since these nightmares have been happening to you. Ever since you’ve went on a mission with Bakugou a few months ago, he was badly injured but somehow he managed to survive. It caused you to suffer these terrible nightmares of him dying in your arms, bleeding to death, and saying his last words to you. You would always wake up crying and screaming every night. It felt like hell for you.

You just got out of a warm shower after a long day of training and started to walk to your dorm room. Once you opened your door, you see your loving ash blonde boyfriend on your bed, waiting for you. “Katsuki, what are you doing here?” You questioned as you closed the door behind you. “I’m sleeping here with you tonight, gotta problem with that?” He grumbles. “Someone’s grumpy.” you teased and giggle slightly “Oh shut up, it’s been a long day so come here.” He holds out his arm for you.

You start to walk towards him until he pulls you into his arms, holding your waist. You sigh softly and wrap your arms around Bakugou. You hoped that tonight these nightmares would disappear now that Bakugou was here with you.

You start yawn softy and layed your head on Bakugou’s warm chest. “Getting tired, Y/n?” Bakugou asks and you yawn again, “Yes.” He slightly chuckles at your cuteness and moves a strand of your damp h/c hair out of your face and kisses your eyelids. “Goodnight baby. I love you” You smile sleepily, “Night Katsuki. I love you too.” And you both drift to deep slumber.

‘It’s always the same dream’

He was laying there,bleeding, with a hole on his chest, the love of your life, dying in your arms.

“N-no, No! Please don’t leave me Katsuki!” You cried, begging him not to go.

“Y-Y/n, stay strong for me, ok?” He says to you holding your cheek.

“Katsuki please…”

“I love yo-“ he finally takes his last breath and his hand leaves your cheek and hits the ground.

“Katsuki, no, NO! DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE ME!” you stared at his lifeless body, lying on a pool of blood.

“No…KATSUKI!!!”

Bakugou woke up to the sound of you screaming his name. He quickly sat up and started to shake your sweaty shoulders. “Fuck, Y/n, you gotta wake up!” You kept screaming and Bakugou couldn’t take it anymore.

“Y/N, WAKE UP!” He yells louder and you finally open your eyes. You started to breath heavily, your e/c eyes were red and swollen from crying, and you stared straight ahead at the wall in front of you.

Bakugou sighs in relief and takes your chin for you to face him. “Baby, what the hell happened?” He softy asks while stroking your soft h/c locks. “I-it was horrible, Katsuki…” You sniffed while wiping your tears from your face. Bakugou sighs again, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You hesitated for a moment before you started to speak. “I-it’s always the same dream.. it’s always you, you dying in my arms, with a hole in your chest.. I-I just can’t take it anymore! It’s happens every night! Ever since that mission!” You start sob into your hands.

This, this hurt Bakugou so bad, seeing his best girl cry. He hates seeing you cry. “It’s happens every night? Well, why didn’t you tell me?” Of course, you never told Bakugou about these nightmares because you don’t want him to worry about you.

You wipe your tears again, “I j-just didn’t want you to worry about me..” Bakugou pulls you against his chest and whispers in your ear. “Let me tell you something Y/n, you don’t need to keep all your worries from me, and I’m here Y/n, I’m alive.”

“I know, I’m just scared of losing you.” You sigh trying to fight back the tears and Bakugou holds you tighter “You’re not gonna lose me, it’s just a dream. I’m not gonna let some stupid villain kill me. I’m here, with you.” You smile into his chest and look up at him “Thank you, Katsuki.” He smiles a little and holds your cheek with one hand and leans forward to kiss your lips.

“I love you, Katsuki.” You say

“And I love you, Y/n. You think you can go back to sleep now?”

You hesitated for a moment then nodded. You both lay back down on the bed and Bakugou wraps his arms around your waist while you lay on his chest. “Try to get some sleep Y/n. I’ll be right here. You’re safe with me.” Bakugou whispers softly before you closed your eyes slowly. After you fell asleep, Bakugou sighs in relief and kisses your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, Y/n.” Bakugou says before he falls asleep.

And let’s just say, you never had those nightmares ever again.

#anime #bnha #bakugou x y/n #mha #angst #fluff at the end #katsuki bakugou #mha angst #mha fluff #my hero academy fanfiction #bakugou x you #sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes 🥲#bakugou x reader #manga spoilers #fem reader #mha x reader

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ennoshitas-princess · 15 days

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My Sweet Pumpkin

Atsumu Miya x chubby fem! reader Warning: will have bullying and some of the scenes will be abusive, some cursing, please read with caution. If you are sensitive with these topics, please don't read. Fluff at the end Synopsis: the Miya twins’ fan girls (specifically Tsumu’s) bully you because you have to work together for a project. The girls found out about your crush on the setter and started to threaten you. Word Count: 1,067 This is held pre time skip. There will be no manga spoilers in any way. If you are not comfortable reading this, again, please do not read!!

Another note fell out of your locker for your shoes once again.

You couldn't take anymore of these horrible messages that they kept on placing on your desk, your locker, the spatting to your face of the thing you were already aware of. You knew it, they didn't have to say it over and over again:

You were fat.

All the girls in your school had fair pale skin, slender arms, small chests and waists, and nice petite bodies.You kept on comparing yourself, not able to stop those thoughts that ran in your head day and night. You just couldn't bear to see that your efforts of losing your soft belly were not working.How could a hot guy like him like me?

“Hey, l/n. Why the long face?” The faux blond peaked his head from behind the locker section.

You suddenly got startled with the sudden question from Atsumu. Just like you got startled, your voice showed the fright.

“Umm- I- well nothing!” You struggled to speak.

The teen boy bent down to pick up a piece of paper on the cold tile, puzzled at the sight of scribbles.Reading the letter to himself, you started to sweat cold. You found it hard to breathe, waiting for one of those girls to come out and beat you in front of the setter.

“L/n! I can't believe ya hid this from me. Why’d ya didn't say shit about this. Look, I’ll go an’ tell the-”

He suddenly was interrupted by a scream of yours.

“No! I mean, no. I will be fine. Please don't do anything about it. To this point I am-”

The faux blond interrupted you too.

“L/n-san, ya’re a sweet person. C’mon, ya deserve more than better, more than to be okay. Ya’re a star compared to everyone else.” He held your shoulders, shaking you.

Your eyes started to tear up, wanting to tell him that you were just a plain girl without an interesting life. You snatched the letter from his hands from where he stood.

A silence set place in the atmosphere between your soft figure and his strong lean body.

He burst the bubble of silence with a question.

“L-n, who the hell gave ya that letter?”

The tears of your eyes started to flow down like a waterfall in the rainforest. Without thinking straight, you hug the faux blond twin. While you sobbed in his chest, he started to ruffle your hair, enjoying the smell of your soft strands.

“Look, don't cry. I’ll fight whoever the fuck hurt ya. Trust me, please?”

You stare into his lovely honey brown eyes, still in tears. Sighing you go to tell him how his fan girl club did things to you.

“Miya and l/n, you will be partners for the project.” The teacher read off the names.You received death glares from some girls in the class. Comments came from their lips like it was the monsoon season.

“That fat bitch is gonna work with Atsumu-kun.” One of them said.

“I hope when she or he visits each other it doesn't turn him into a pig like her.” Went another.

Tears started to form. Without hesitation you asked the teacher if you could switch partners, but he told you that there was no way to switch.

“What? Just ‘cause that? L/n-san, that is so stupid of them! I can't let this keep happening. We are gonna go to the office an’ tell ‘em about the situation.” He pulled you by the hand.

“Wait! That isn't the only reason.” The words slipped out of your lips.

He turned around to look at your trembling plump figure. How on earth can they be mean with such a sweet and beautiful girl like you?

“What else did they say to ya?”

“Nevermind it's not really important.” You shake your hands frantically.

“No, l/n-san, please tell me. I care about ya. Y’know I do.” He grabbed your soft hands.

You couldn't keep the feelings anymore, or you felt too numb to realize what came out of your mouth and told him.

“They found out that I had a crush on you, and they thought I was a threat to them to have you as their boyfriend.” You stuttered your words, finding it hard to speak because of your sobbing.

Atsumu Miya’s eyes open wide in shock. The girl he had liked since junior high, liked him back. He would always be scared to approach you because of the way girls would stare. On how they would bully you because of your soft, plump figure. He couldn't bring himself to confess.

“L/n-san, I- well… to be honest with ya- I know it is possibly the wrong moment but…”

He leaned in closer to you, with every little millimeter causing your face to turn a bright crimson. The two of you smashed into each other's lips, tasting the strawberry from yours, and you tasted the sweet woody smell of his cologne.

Both of you ran out of air.

“Miya-kun-”

“No l/n-san. Call me Tsumu please. I mean I really like you.” He pulled your plump body in.

You take in everything that was happening in the moment and smile.

“Tsumu, I really want to be with you. I do, but what about-”

“Y/n, fuck ‘em all. You matter to me, and that is all I care about, if you love me.” He rubbed your chubby cheeks.You think more and smile at him.

“Fine Tsumu, I will be yours.” Hugging him tighter as if he would disintegrate if you let go.

“That's more like it, pumpkin.” He kissed the top of your head.

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The next day, the two of you headed to class and received a bunch of comments on you two holding hands.

“Atsumu-kun, why are you with this hog?” On girl asked.

“Well, I am glad ya asked! First off, she is not a hog, she is a beautiful jewel I wanna show off to the whole world. And to answer yer question, I love her with all my heart.” His toothy grin made you giggle. “Now, I reported all of ya to the office, and if ya say mean shit to my beloved princess one more time, ya will face consequences.”

With that both of you sat down at your desks, smiling at each other.

A/n: hi guys!! Another one shot done and finished to be posted! Hope you love it!

Thank you for stopping by my bakery!!

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rose-riot-johnson · 4 months

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Hey my Tumblr Peeps😁 I've decided to write another fanfic about a particular Blue Lock character😃 The fanfic will be about non other than, Shidou Ryusei😁👍I have been noticing there are people who like him and he is definitely 1 character that had been on my mind, as of late😃👍 Obviously smut will be 1 of the genres, which I been having that as 1 of my ideas for a while, however I also been wanting to write an enemies to lovers, as 1 of the other genres for that same fanfic I'm writing😁👍Plus, he's really 1 of those eye catching characters to me and I feel the need to write this💡😁👍

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

⚽☠️I Know You're Obsessed With Me☠️⚽(Shidou Ryusei x Female Reader)

Genres: Smut (and sex), Sex Aftercare, Enemies To Lovers, and Fluff at the end of the fanfic (Warning +18⚠️: Stalkerish Behavior (from both, possibly more from the reader), Mentions of (liquid) laxative, Language, Praise Kink, Sexual Contact (including, oral (both recieving), vaginal penitration, boob and nipple play, hickies, and nipple sucking), and Nudity)

Since childhood you were never fond of Shinsou Ryusei. You were always easily annoyed by him, especially if it's never his intentions to annoy you. There were moments when you watched some football matches (to some people it's (soccer (ball) games), where you had to hear him brag about scoring the most goals and when he does score goals he, you thought of him as a showoff. Every time he would atleast wave hi to you, you would either ignore him or just come up with an excuse to not talk to him, because of the fact you feel nervous when he comes near you, despite of him not doing anything to you.

One day, when Shidou became a professional (football (to some people it's soccer) player), you have been thinking of a way to ruin his life, as you mumbled to yourself, "I need to teach this cocky, showoff a lesson that he's not better than everyone else, like he thinks he does... I thought when he got in the Blue Lock program, he wouldn't last... I'm not sure how he made it with how he is...", so once you thought of a plan to get at him, you did your own research. You even stalked him on social media platforms his had an account with and even found out where he lived. (Up to reader's imagination how you got to Shidou's house)

Once you got to Shidou's house, you walked to his front door, while you were carrying his favorite food, which is yukhoe. You had put some liquid laxative in the yukhoe, however you also madesure you have enough of the other ingredients in the yukhoe where he couldn't taste the liquid laxative in it, as you thought would be the perfect plan. You then knocked on the door, since you're expecting him to be home, considering that you saw in one of his social media posts that he's home and on vacation. He opened the door and was excited to find out it's you, as he said, "It's great to see you, (female reader name)... I'm surprised to see you here... So, how has life been treating you, sweetie?", as he shows you a huge grin. You replied, "I guess life has been good... Anyways I heard your favorite food is yukhoe, so I found a recipe for it and made it for you, Shidou... I hope you liked how I cooked it...", as you fake smiled, while still holding the yukhoe you cooked for him.

Shidou letted you come in, as he gleefully replied back, "I don't think I had your cooking before, however since it's yukhoe and you're my favorite person, I would try eating anything you cook, as long as they're not bean sprouts.", before you set it on his kitchen table. He then walked up to his kitchen table, before he cooed, "Anyways, (Female Reader Name)... Before I do try out the yukhoe you cooked with all your heart, I need you to do me a favor... There's something I need you to get out for me... It's in my bedroom closet and if you need any help, just let me know...", before he winked at you. You then replied, "Okay... And I hope you like the yukhoe, Shidou...", as you then got on your way to his bedroom.

When got inside his bedroom, you looked inside of his closet to notice there was nothing there... Nothing, but a plushie of one of your favorite anime characters... This had you wondering why he has been keeping a plushie of one of your favorite anime characters... You then heard footsteps walking inside of his room before hearing a voice say, "Oh... I see you found the plushie in that closet...". You turned around to notice it was Shidou's voice that you heard. He continued, "Even though (anime character name) isn't one of my favorite anime characters, however ((s)he) seems very cool and I know you liked (him/her)... By the way you can keep that (anime character) plushie... I bought for you, when I see you again..."

You were shocked when Shidou said all of this when you asked him, "What do you mean?". Shidou shut the door and locked it, before he answered, "I can't keep playing along pretending I don't know, however you're not the only one who has been doing some research... And I thought I was the only one doing some stalking, until I noticed the way, you were holding the yukhoe... And I can tell you were trying hide the liquid laxative in there, just from your expressions you were also trying to hide...", before he took his clothes completely off, then continued, "It's not just me who's obsessed with you, after all... I can see it clearly that you're obsessed with me too, even if you don't realize it...". It took you a minute to process what he said, especially about being obsessed with him.

You then confessed, "I guess you're right about me, Shidou... There was always something about you that had always in my head and I always try to ignore your good traits instead of the traits you have that annoy me or make me nervous... I guess I needed an excuse to see you again and yes I was harsh when I put in the laxative I cooked up the yukhoe for you... I just ignored the fact that you're always such a nice guy... Please forgive me...". Shidou then walked up to you and replied, "There hasn't been anything to forgive in the first place, cuteness... Even if there is, I still would have forgiven you... There are plenty of things I know about you that you never see in yourself... I know you want me, (Female Reader Name)...", before he pulls your (pants/skirt/shorts) down with your (underwear of reader's choice), as he proceeds to eat out your pussy, while groping your bare ass.

It caught you by surprise that Shidou could read you and the fact he's eating your pussy out, especially licking the sensitive parts of your clit on and off. All you could think of doing was gently hold both of his upper ears. He felt your hands touching his ear and open his eyes to look up at you to notice you're blushing while holding back your moans and groans. Once he got done eating your pussy out, he said, "You have such a nice pussy... The only problem is that I think you're still in denial... Quit holding your voice back... No need to hide your obsession for me anymore...". He then started to stand up to offer you his cock, which you accepted his offer, got on your knees, and started sucking on his hard cock.

As you're sucking on his cock, you've been been deep throating his cock, as he groaned and moaned, "Oh fuck (Female Reader Name)! I knew alot about you from reading you... It's just that I did not know you're someone who's atleast willing to try deep throating my dick... It feels amazing! I enjoyed it! Keep doing what you're doing with my cock! Just don't choke yourself on it too much, my princess...", as he shows his enjoyment of his cock getting a deep throat feel and shows that he wants you to take it easy with yourself, senseing that you may have a little bit of gag reflex. As he is getting closer to cumming, he cooed, "I don't want to cum just yet, sweetie... I would like to save my load for your pussy, if you don't mind and I don't want you to keep taking a risk of gagging yourself, just for me... By the way, you did a great job on sucking my dick, beautiful... Please let me show you, how well I can pleasure your pussy with my cock? I promise, I'm willing to do something else too, my sexy angel...", before he winked at you. You listened him, as you went to lay down on his bed. After you went on his bed, he went to the bed on top of you, prior to getting his dick inside of your pussy and you had both of your legs around him.

Once Shidou had his cock inside of you, with your legs wrapped around him, he began to thrust inside of you. As much as you like to hold your moans back, this time was definitely impossible and it wasn't just because of his cock being hard... It was also because of how he was thrusting inside you... You loudly moaned, "Oh, Shidou! Your cock feels so warm and amazing! Not just because it being hard... It's just the way your dick is pounding my pussy! I need more of you please!". He then thrust harder and faster, while he started to play with your boobs, as he groaned, "I knew you would enjoy this...And oh... What nice tits you have..." before pulling on your nipples, then begins to suck on your left nipple and still thrusting inside you.

You started to whimpering, as you were feeling extreme pleasure from Shidou sucking on your left nipple, while he's thrusting inside you. Once he hit done sucking on your left nipple, he smirks at you, still thrusting inside you, as he moaned and teased, "I see, you like it when I suck on your juicy nipples, while I'm fucking you... Oh look... I think I made your left nipple sore... I might as well, make your right nipple sore, too... I guarantee by the time I cum inside this beautiful pussy of yours, you will have a sore pussy and a sore right nipple...", before sucking on your right nipple. You continued to whimper from his cock continuing to pound your pussy (non-stop) and him using his mouth to suck on your right nipple.

Once Shidou finished sucking on your already, sore, right nipple, while still thrusting inside you he notices that you have been whimpering from the fact he's pleasuring you, as you're extremely cock drunk, though he's starting to feel pussy drunk, without showing signs of it. As he continues to thrust himself inside of you, he decided to put hickies allover your tits, shoulders, neck, and near your ears, then the both of you look at eachother before your lips passionatly, lock with his lips, while giving eachother sloppy kisses, reducing the loudness of the moaning and whimpering, as you released yourself on his cock that is inside of your pussy, not too long before he started to cum inside of your pussy. Once he emptied his cum inside your sore pussy, he letted you lay down on his bed, so he could set you up for you to take a bath, unlocking the door that he locked earlier before he goes inside the bathroom to started setting you up for bath time. After he started to let the water run inside, he picked you up off his bed and carried you in the bathroom, then he lets you temperature check the water running inside the bathtub, so you could decide how (hot/warm/cold) you want the bathtub. (Up to reader's imagination if there are bath products the reader wants inside the bathtub, prior to going inside the bathtub)

After you went inside the bathtub, he did kept an eye on you just incase you need anything and to makesure nothing happens to you, otherwise he letted you relax inside the bathtub and didn't really bug you about anything. Once you letted him know you're done laying in the bathtub, he took you out of the bathtub and dried you completely off with a huge towel before he unplugged the bathtub drain to empty the bathtub, then he cooed, "I can't let you let you walk for the rest of the day nor tonight, babe... For everything we did together, especially making your pussy and nipples sore and the hickies I put on you, I will be taking care of you, even if I do let you walk... And if you need anything let me know, so I can either get it for you, do whatever you need or want for you, and carry you wherever you need to go... Even without the sex I still want to take care of you anyways, sweetheart...". The next thing he did was pick you up and carried you from the bathroom to his room, then gently put you on his bed after he took you inside his room.

Shidou then massaged you everywhere where you needed and/or wanted to be massaged (up to reader's imagination if he puts any lotion on you or not), before he puts in warm pajamas that he bought you, as a surprise, because of the fact he knew you would find some excuse to see him. After you thanked him for the pajamas he got for you, he gets you on his lap, hugs you from behind, then whispers, "So, (Female Reader Name)... Did you enjoy our time together today? Yeah, I was referring about every sexual thing we did, but... I actually want to know, if you had a good time today in general, beautiful...". You replied, "Ofcourse I did, Shidou... Even tough I was wrong about you by ignoring the green flags about you, I'm truly glad I did came over to see you, despite of having to come up with an excuse I attempted on you and now I've learned that you did turn out to be very nice to me and how you were kind to me, even if I was only treating you terrible since childhood only because I was only paying attention to the stuff I dislike about you, instead... Seriously... You've been so good to me, Shidou...". "Aaaaawwwww... That's really sweet of you to say this... I had a great time with you, as well... I'm glad you came, too... Despite of what you did to me and tried feeding me food that has laxative, I just ignore that and see you, as nothing more than an adorable, woman who is really genuine... Believe it or not I did enjoy that you played hard to get earlier on our lives, since childhood hood, because that shows me that you're an amazing woman... I knew we would see eachother one day... It's just I was just surprised that today was the day, we could finally spend time together... It was the most amazing experience I've ever had... Yeah, I was really horny earlier today, but even if we didn't have any sexual contact, I still would be happy that I spent time with you, my sexy angel...", he replied back, before he kisses you on the forehead, then you looked up at him, for the both of you kissed eachother on the lips. He continued to hold you (considering he hugged you from behind, a minute or so earlier), as he secretly enjoys holding, since his favorite part about your time with him was the fact he finally gets to hold you in his arms...

☠️⚽The End⚽☠️

Okay my Tumblr Peeps, I did write that pertains "stalkerish behavior" and I really wanted come up with a way to write the stalkerish behavior, because I really have been thinking about having that written in the fanfic (atleast pertaining the reader) that has the enemies to lovers genre in, especially with Shidou Ryusei as the character I'm writing about and the fact I have the smut, as 1 of the genres in that particular fanfic I've written, so I figured why not find a way to put stalkerish behavior in this particular fanfic I worked on☠️⚽😁👍This fanfic with Shindou Ryusei in it, I honestly had fun writing it, and I hope you had just as much fun reading this fanfic, as well⚽☠️😃👍If I do make any grammar or spelling mistakes, I can't say "I don't write smut often" considering I have, however either auto correct can cause that on the fanfic and I do forget by accident to check spelling in the fanfic sometimes, so spelling and grammar mistakes will happen, if I forget to check, needless to say😅I also want come up with ways to try to be creative with the fanfic I had written, as well, which I really enjoyed doing😃👍

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variety-fangirl · 2 years

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Vulnerable / Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You and Steve had been dating for a while, Nancy being supportive about it. You thought things were amazing, that was until you guys go back to the upside-down and familiar feelings get stirred up.

Warnings: swearing, heartbreak, angst, fluff at the end.

Authors note: placed during season 4, so spoilers are obviously in here! You have been warned. (Everyone lives in my versions cause fuck killing my babes) Something short and sweet before the last two episodes get released :) Liking, reblogging, and commenting really help me out. Thanks, and enjoy.

Word count: 1.9k

You walk inside, ahead of Steve as he called your name repeatedly. The panic was evident in his voice, scared he was going to lose you. You felt thankful that his parents were away for the week, so you didn't have to act or pretend. Able to avoid any questions about the state you were both in. You don't reply to Steve, simply slam the bathroom door shut. The tears pricked at your vision as you turned the bath on, running the hot water. Steve called for you outside the door, you hadn't locked the door so he could just walk in if he really wanted to but he didn't. "Don't come in." you lightly call to him, needing some time to yourself to think.

You strip away your clothes, hissing as the fabric drags across cuts or sore areas. You stare at yourself in the mirror, your skin dirty and littered, mostly, with small cuts and maybe one or two slightly larger ones. You close your eyes and take in deep breaths, hands holding onto the sink for support. You get into the bath once it's finished, needing to soak your sore muscles and cuts. You'd take a shower to properly clean in the morning, just needing to submerge in the hot water to de-stress. You lay back, head leaning on the back of the tub and try to relax. You could hear Steve's soft please for him to come in and that he was sorry. The tears you'd tried so hard to hold in finally fell, soft sobs escaping you as you stared blankly.

At the sound of your sobs, Steve decided to enter the bathroom. He couldn't stand the sound of your crying, it broke his heart to know he was the cause of it. You heard the door open, not daring to look at him as your tears continued to flow silently. Sitting up and grabbing the loofa, you lather your body in your favourite body wash that you'd left at Steve's. Steve sighed sadly, staring at you as he shut the door behind him. He sat on the floor in the middle of the bathroom, painfully watching as you washed and ignored him. He couldn't think of a single instance where you'd been this mad at him before, he felt like an absolute idiot as he thought back to what happened.

You, Eddie, Robin, Steve, and Nancy were all huddled up under Skull's rock in the upside-down, all frightened as those bat creatures flew above screeching. Nancy was patching Steve up the best she could from being bitten by those things, you were all extremely worried about him. You'd never felt such fear before, the thought of losing him pulled at your heart. You loved that boy more than anything, he was your everything. You all kept an eye out, to make sure you were okay for the time being, and to create a plan of action. You watched from a small distance as Nancy looked up at Steve, feeling your heart break at the sight in front of you.

The stare. The way they were looking at each other, a look of longing and emotions. Your mouth went dry, the way their eyes stared so deeply into the others. As if they were in their own world and no one else existed. The ground suddenly started to shake, Eddie grabbed onto you and Robin, pulling you down onto the ground with him. But you couldn't tear your gaze from the pair. Steve held onto Nancy with such urgency and fear, worry ripping through him as he held tightly onto her. They looked up at each other as the ground returned to normal, pulling away awkwardly as they noticed you guys staring. Not you. Tears pulled at your vision, Eddie taking notice of your gaze. He felt pity run through him at the scene in front of him, he rubbed your shoulder gently.

Steve felt so guilty for how he'd acted, he didn't know what to say to make it better. He hated seeing you like this, ignoring him and angry. "Y/n?" he was extremely nervous, his gaze not moving from yours. The only sound filling the silent home was soft sniffles, mixed breathing, and water splashing as you washed. Your silence was deafening to him, driving him crazy. "Please say something," he whispered, his voice strained. His own tears came forwards as the worst thoughts filled his head, he couldn't lose you. You sigh and turn to look at him deadpan, "what do you want me to say, Steve?" you question miserably, the tears refused to stop no matter how hard you tried.

He scooted closer, sitting in front of the bath. "Can we just talk about it? Please, this is killing me." He managed to choke out, he tried to reach for you but you couldn't. You finish washing and get out of the tub once you pulled the plug out, grabbing a clean towel for your body. "Not tonight, I don't have the energy. Tomorrow." Steve had never heard your voice so lifeless or dull before, it made his stomach turn uncomfortably. Steve watched you walk out of the bathroom with tears falling down his cheeks, he decided to not push it. Steve sighed, trying to control his emotions enough to shower.

You heard the shower turn on as you dried and moisturised, getting ready for bed. You had a little cry to yourself as you got dressed in Steve's comfy clothes. You knew you would need the first aid kit to treat Steve's wounds, being that he was in worse condition than you. You grab the first aid kit from the bathroom cabinet in the spare bathroom and lay out what you'd need on the end of Steve's bed. Your older sibling taught you the basics of first aid, in case you needed them. You were thankful they had, it comes in handy now and on a few other occasions. You hear Steve make his way into the room slowly, unsure of what to say or do.

You look at him, "sit on the bed so I can treat your wounds." your voice sounded smaller and less like yourself, not having much energy after having your adrenaline crash from tonight's events. Steve follows your instructions without a word, with nothing but a towel around his waist. He stares up at you the whole time as you clean and wrap his wounds, having to give him a few small stitches here and there. Once finished, you both stare at the other for a moment. Steve's hand lifts to cup your cheek gently, "I love you and I'm so sorry. Can we please speak about this properly tomorrow?" he begs, tears threatening to escape you both.

You sigh, close your eyes and nod. "Yeah, we'll talk tomorrow." you open your eyes to meet his. Tears fell down his cheeks, coating them. You lift your hand up to wipe them away, hating to see him cry. You lean forward and place your lips against his, both pouring emotion into the kiss. Steve's hands hungrily grab the back of your neck and face, trying to keep you there. As quickly as you kissed him, you were gone, pulling away. Steve felt his heart break further, hating the distance that was between you. He watched you walk away from him.

Making your way into the spare bedroom, hating the thought of being apart but needing it. You needed some time yourself to think, you probably weren't going to get much sleep tonight. Since getting into an official relationship, sleepovers always meant sleeping in the same bed. So, for you to sleep apart but be in the same house, was weird. Lifting the soft cotton covers, you get inside and sigh. You left the door open a crack, in case Steve needed you or something happened. Even if you were upset with him, you would help him and lay your life down if needed.

Steve got ready for bed, slipping on some comfy sweats and staying shirtless. Slipping under his covers, he felt the heavy weight of his heart aching. He hated that you were in the same house as him but not with him. How could he be so stupid to hurt you the way he has? He loved you more than anything, being in the upside-down with Nancy just brought up old memories and old feelings that no longer existed. There was always going to be a small part of him that held love for Nancy but he wasn't in love with her, no. He was in love with you and he needed to show you that tomorrow.

Neither you nor Steve had gotten much sleep last night, both thinking of the other. You had drifted off around 2am for about four hours, you lay there awake for another hour before getting fed up and decided to just get up. Making your way downstairs to make some coffee, you were surprised to see Steve already awake and holding a steaming cup of coffee. He was now completely covered up, "morning. Couldn't sleep either?" he questioned. You sigh and nod, "unfortunately not. How's the bite today?" you wonder about his pain and how he was feeling. He hands you a cup of hot coffee, the warmth surrounding you. You take a large sip from it, "thanks." giving him a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Can we talk? It's been eating at me all night." Steve makes his way towards you, ushering you to the bar stools by the kitchen island. You nod and both take a seat, coffee on the counter next to you both. "Knowing you were in the room opposite mine and that I could sleep next to you was awful, I hated it but I knew you needed time to yourself. I can't explain how sorry I am, I hate myself for hurting you but it wasn't intentional, I promise." Steve takes a deep breath before continuing, "it was a moment of weakness, that's all. Being back in the upside-down, dealing with this all over again just brought up old emotions. One's that I promise aren't there anymore. I just want the chance to make it up to you and show how sorry I am." he was practically begging, his hand holding yours.

"I understand Steve, it just hurt to see you both staring at each other like that. It felt like I didn't even exist and that destroyed me, I can't lose you, Steve. I love you more than anything." you were both crying by this point, the sheer emotion and love that you felt for one another taking over. Steve cupped your face desperate, "I can't lose you either. You mean more to me than you'll ever know, me and Nancy are history. You are my future, I love you so fucking much it hurts. Please forgive me and give me the chance to make this right?" hearing him say that he loved you and that there wasn't anything between them put you slightly at ease.

The need to feel him, to have him touch you took over your being. Leaning forward, you pulled him by the back of his neck to your lips. "I forgive you." your lips pressed to his urgently, needing him in any way you could get him. Steve moaned, tears still leaving him as he pulled you as close as he could. Your kiss deepened, Steve's tongue slipping inside your mouth made you moan. Steve grabs your legs, lifting you both without effort. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you both, presumably to his bedroom. "Let me show you just how much I'm sorry and how much you mean to me," Steve mumbled against your lips, before attaching them to yours once again.

#angst #stranger things #st4 #st4 spoilers #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #nancy wheeler #fluff at the end #fluff

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tomssexdoll · 16 days

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Sexy scare

PAIRINGS: Tom 2012 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Y/N goes to a really popular halloween party that's hard to get into, its full of musicians and Tom kaulitz happens to be there, you and him flirt and dance for ages before going into a spare bedroom and GETTING FREAKYYY A/N: cumming to this photo, there will be a bill version coming <3 WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out, fingering

I was getting ready to go to one of the most popular halloween parties among musicians, my friend was in a band and was invited to play there. She asked me to come along cause she knew how much I loved Tokio Hotel and they were also going to be playing there.

I was dressed as a sexy witch, basic but it worked. I wore a short and skimpy black dress with fishnets, platformed boots and a cute witch hat. I did my makeup and my hair and ran out to door to the car.

"Are you excited?" she chuckled, I looked at her shocked "excited? girl? im more than fucking excited i'm extatic" I shook her shoulders, she chuckled and started the car, driving to the party.

"I am so glad it's not BYO drinks, I would've died" I sighed, walking into the secluded party. Our friend gave the bouncer a code word and we got inside, Tokio Hotel was playing and I gasped, grabbing my friends hand and running to the stage. I pushed through a bunch of people and stared up at Tom, admiring him as he played his guitar, his tongue slightly out and little beads of sweat forming on forehead. I bit my lip, my heat slightly burning.

"Fuck he's so much hotter in person.." I whispered to her, "even with that scary ass costume?" she furrowed her eyebrows, "oh of course! I'd fuck him either way!" I said a little too loudly, sparking his attention.

He looked over at me, staring at me subtly, I instantly shut up, super flustered. He smirked and looked back down, continuing to play his guitar. "Holy shit...did you see that.." I turned to her, my eyes super wide. She nodded and raised her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive way.

"Maybe you'll get lucky" she nudged me and I chuckled "I hope..fuck..the things I'd do to him.." I sighed.

After they played it was my friends turn, her band had arrived earlier to discuss some things. They set up on the stage and started to play, I was cheering for her and jumping up and down, giving myself more attention.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around, the one and only Tom Kaulitz was standing there and was WAY taller then I imagined. I looked up at him and smiled nervously, "oh hi..did you want me to move?" he chuckled "no liebe, come with me" he grabbed my hands softly and pulled me with him, walking to a more secluded spot.

He sat me down at a couch in the corner of the building, placing a hand on my thigh. "So..I heard what you said before" he smirked, I felt my cheeks get super hot and I stumbled on my words "i-i.. yeah.." I giggled nervously.

"Don't be nervous.." he pushed a hair away from my face, "tell me about yourself, hm?" his eyes were so dreamy, even with the scary makeup my panties were SOAKED.

"Well..I'm y/n..22 and I'm here for my friend, she's playing right now" I smiled brightly, pointing to her. He chuckled "you have such a beautiful name, supporting your friends like that is amazing, I wish we had that support when we started our band" he frowned slightly.

I chuckled softly "but look at you guys now, everyone loves you" he shrugged "yeah I guess so, I can you love us the most" he winked and I CAVEDD. The power he had over me was dangerous, he was so fuckung hot and literally put me under a spell.

I bit my lip and we continued to flirt back and forth for another 20 minutes. "I can't believe I missed like half of your songs" I frowned, he picked my chin up "it's fine baby, we are gonna play again next week again you can come back, I'll make sure you're on the list" he smiled, I gasped "really? fuck thankyou so much!" I reached out and hugged him tightly, I felt his hands snake around my waist, focusing on my ass a little too long, giving it a little squeeze.

"Do you wanna dance?" He smirked, I nodded quickly and got up, grabbing his hand and running onto the dance floor. By now everyone was dancing and super drunk.

I started to dance to the music, Tom coming up behind me and holding my waist. I swayed my hips and went low to the floor.

As the beat dropped I started jumping, my hair flying around and getting messy. I heard Tom chuckle and I turned around, smirking and wrapping my arms around his neck, swaying my hips again.

He reached down and held my hips, pulling me in closer, his lips ghosted over mine, the tension building and the air becoming thicker. I turned around again and started to grind on him, his lips finding my neck and kissing it softly, his beard softly tickling my neck.

His grip tightened on my hips, bringing me closer, rubbing his hard on, on my back. I continuined to grind on him, my arms resting against his.

"Let's go somewhere private" he whispered sensually in my ear, his hot breath making my hairs stand up on my neck, I followed him as he took me into an empty bathroom, it was filled with graffiti and stickers from past performances. He picked me up and sat me on the bathroom counter, smashing his lips into mine. I kissed him back passionately, grabbing the back of his head and locking ourselves in a rough embrace.

"You're so fucking sexy" he muttered into the kiss, I smirked and unbuttoned his flannel, pulling it off and the shirt he had underneath, revealing his fit and toned body and my jaw hit the fucking floor.

He smirked "you like what you see?" he toyed with my dress, pulling the zip down slowly, I took it off, revealing my black lace thong and matching bra. He groaned and cupped my breast, squeezing it softly. His lips crashed into mine again, I pulled him closer and he rubbed his erection against my clothed pussy softly, I moaned into the kiss, tugging on his dreads. His hands found their way to the back of my bra, clipping it off and revealing my boobs, nipples hard from all the teasing.

"So hot..fuck.." he got onto his knees and I scooted closer to the edge, lifting my legs up and spreading them.

He ripped my fishnets where my pussy was and moved my thong to the side, "fuck..so perfect.." he placed a soft kiss on my pussy, my breath hitching, "mm.." I moaned softly "keep going.." I sighed in pleasure. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pushed his face into my pussy, licking my sensitive clit gently.

"Holy shit!" I moaned loudly, his pace becoming quicker, licking and sucking my clit rapidly, removing one of his arms from my leg and plunging his fingers into my wetness, stretching me out with his 2 digits. I groaned, trying not to close in my thighs on his head.

I threw my head back in immense pleasure, his tongue swirling so perfectly on my sensitive bud, his fingers moving in and out of me so gracefully. He curled his fingers on my g spot, brushing against it softly.

I groaned, a knot forming in my stomach and coiling to my core, signalling my impending orgasm. "G'nna cum.." I cried out, he smirked on my pussy and thrusted his fingers in and out harder, feeling your body tighten around him.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire and full of lust, "cum for me baby..let it all go" he whispered against my clit, with one last thrust I moaned loudly, my orgasm crashing down and washing over me, shuddering as my juices coating his fingers.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, detaching his lips from my clit. He smirked and licked the slick off his fingers, his hand grabbing his erection on his pants. He came closer, taking off his belt and pushing his pants down, pre-cum leaking onto his boxers. I bit my lip and pulled his cock out of his boxers, gasping and looking up at him.

He was a solid 7 inches, girthy and veiny, I whimpered at his size, how the fuck was it going to fit?

He was grinning, his makeup slightly melting off around the mouth, he grabbed my thighs and allinged himself with my entrance, slowly pushing in and stretching my hole more, I groaned, every inch agonizing.

He was about half way in when I put my hand on his chest, stopping him for a moment, "hurts..too much.." I pouted, looking at him. He grunted, "i'll make it fit honey..just relax.." his fingers came down to my clit and rubbed softly, my muscles relaxing on his cock. He let out a small sigh of relief and pushed in, the thickest part of his cock now entering me.

"Just a bit more liebe.." he whispered into my ear softly, comforting me from the pain. Finally he bottomed himself out, pulling his cock back out and then slamming it back in, creating a pace.

I moaned softly and my hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tightly and his cock pounded into me.

"Shit!" I cried out, his tip kissing my cervix, "so tight..fuck.." he muttered, gripping my hips tightly, leaving marks. I felt his cock so deep in me I swear it was in my throat, it felt so good, his length constantly ramming into my g spot, making me roll my eyes back so far.

"So good..mm" he moaned softly, pounding in and out of me cruely. "Fuck!" I groaned loudly, digging my nails into his shoulders. I leaned upwards and kissed his neck, sucking softly and leaving marks.

He groaned as I found his sweet spot, sucking the skin softly. He leaned down and started to suck my nipples softly, taking them in between his teeth and biting them gently, I arched my back at the painful yet pleasuring sensation "fuck.." I moaned softly, wrapping my legs around his waist and dragging him in closer.

"You're so beautiful..fuck.." he groaned, smashing his hips into mine, the sound of slapping skin taking over the room. I felt my stomach tighten, signalling my awaiting orgasm. "Fuck..cumming.." I managed to blurt out, all the pleasure was hitting me all at once so I could barely form more than 4 words. "Cmon, cum for me, you're doing so well" he praised, that sent me over the edge and I came hard, my orgasm crashing down severley and causing me to cum all over his cock.

The intense clenching of my pussy around his cock sent him into his orgasm too, squirting his hot cum all over my walls, coating them completely. As I came back to my senses I realised how fucked up both of our makeup was, basically all of his was destroyed from sweat and eating my pussy and mine was smudged all over my face. As he came to clean my pussy he chuckled "i guess that's where the blood went" pointing to my pussy, mixed with grey makeup and fake blood, I giggled "jeez, didn't know you went that hard."

He picked me up from the counter and helped me get dressed, I had no choice but to try and fix the ripped fishnets, he saw me struggling with them "sorry..I guess i got too excited" he scratched his neck, a little embarassed, I smiled and kissed his cheek "that's fine, they were like 2 dollars anyway" I rolled my eyes playfully "cmon let's go dance again" I grabbed his hand and we walked back to the dance floor, drinking and having fun.

#tom kaulitz #tokiohotel #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz smut #tokio hotel smut #fluff at the end #smutty smut smut #smut #fem reader #x reader #eat my pussy #meal #roughfuck #iwanttomkaulitztoeatmypunani

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lesbianwriter · 1 year

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Hi…! I know I was the one who originally requested the first part, but I’ve been thinking recently about what a Part 2 of “Seamstress” might entail! 💞 Appreciate your time.

Part one :)

The sun was beginning to set in the city, and Civilian was still in her shop.

Work was slow that day, each second slowly dripping by like molasses, but it gave Civilian time to think about Villain’s new costume.

It wasn’t much of a secret that Villain valued her appearance, so Civilian wanted to ensure that Villain would have the best costume she was capable of making, but while work normally came easily, most of her day was spent sketching ideas, ripping them out, and then staring at the empty page.

The agreement was that Civilian kept Villain looking elegant and, in exchange, Villain kept Civilian and her shop safe. Doing a bad job was risking that protection, but it also risked losing Villain.

Not what Villain could do, but just…her.

When the bell jingled, Civilian was snapped out of her thoughts and her eyes flew to the clock.

It couldn’t be Villain—it was late, but it was at least an hour before the date, and Civilian was well aware that her villainous patron would use every second of that hour to preen herself.

“I’ll be out in a moment!” She called out to the customer. Her heart skidded to a grinding halt when she saw who it was. “H-hero…”

The crime fighter flashed a smile that made Civilian’s stomach curl. “You do repairs, correct?”

“…yes.” Her heart began thudding against her chest, so much so that she felt that it was going to burst from her body. “How may I help you?”

“I have to fix a problem.”

“I don’t do those kinds of repairs; you should see a therapist for that.” Civilian smiled warily.

Hero shook her head and leaned closer. “Oh, no. The problem is that you are getting awful close to Villain. Do you know what exactly she is?”

Carefully, Civilian took a step backwards, and inversely, Hero slinked two steps closer.

Where was Villain when she needed her?

“She’s created this little mask around you…she keeps her worst parts carefully tucked away to create this idea in your head that she isn’t that bad. Villain is manipulating you. Once you’ve served your purpose, then she’ll discard you and you’ll be lucky if she keeps you alive.” Hero’s eyes stayed honed on Civilian the entire time, her eyes blazing with fury. “I’m warning you.”

Civilian swallowed, hard.

Stupidly, she didn’t want to believe what Hero said.

Villain was dangerous for a reason, that Civilian understood perfectly well, but she had always been so nice. Sure, the flirting was only a joke, and her oozing charm was for everybody, but she was never cruel. Never mean.

“Is that all?”

“No, that’s not all.” Hero replied, and she stepped close. Too close. Her hands wrapped around Civilian’s wrist, trapping the seamstress against the wall. “You know that helping villains is illegal?”

“And this isn’t?” Civilian retorted, trying to shrink away from the heat of Hero’s breath.

“You forget that I can treat villains however I want, and fraternizing with a villain makes you guilty by association.” Hero grinned, her wolfish and sharp as knives.

Preparing for something painful to happen, Civilian squeezed her eyes shut, but then…the door jingled again, and she didn’t see what happened but within what seemed to be a millisecond Hero was ripped away from her and Villain was wrestling with the hero.

“Oh my god!” She screamed, pressing even farther into the wall, almost wishing it would swallow her then and there. “Not in the shop! I don’t have good insurance!”

“Civilian, go outside!” Villain screamed back.

“Of course you came running to her!” Hero sneered, thrashing against Villain’s arms.

Civilian screamed when a mannequin was thrown by her head, and she decided to listen to Villain before anything else came flying at her head.

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“Now I understand why your costume was so wrecked.” Civilian muttered numbly, picking up the splayed objects all over the floor.

The aftermath of the fight left destruction in its wake. Everything—fabric, pens, a random chapstick Civilian had lost weeks ago—was scattered along the ground, and that wasn’t even counting the blood on the floor or the knocked over shelves.

Villain crouched down and scooped up a bundle of fabric. “I’m sorry.”

“At least it’s in one piece.”

The window wasn’t broken…the walls weren’t cracked. Overall, it was a mess, but it wasn’t ruined. There’s that to be thankful for, Civilian remind herself with a heavy sigh.

Civilian turned to look at Villain, and she took in the sight of Villain looking imperfect. Her hair was halfway styled and messy after the fight. Her dress was torn in random places and the one of the sleeves slipped off of her shoulder. Her shoes were off to the side, the heels snapped clean in half.

“Why are you staring?” Villain looked away, her eyes downcast.

“I like this look on you.” Civilian managed a small smile. “You look nice like this.”

“Since when are you the one trying to flatter me?”

“Since you’ve been acting like a deflated balloon.”

Villain frowned, and the mask of charisma she always wore was suddenly gone. It didn’t chip, it didn’t crack. It simply vanished. “I don’t like you seeing me this way.”

“You’re still beautiful, Villain.” Civilian softened.

“You think so?”

“I know you are.” Civilian dumped a handful of random objects onto the front counter. “How about we have our date in the back? We can order food or something. It can be casual.”

And you can help me design your new costume…

“That’s not the romantic date I had planned tonight.”

“I don’t need a fancy date. I like you for you, Villain, and I hate admitting this and I’ll never say it again so you better savor it.”

Villain smiled, a flicker of her usual confidence back. “I don’t think I’ve told you enough that you’re my favorite, my darling.”

#villain x civilian #civilian x villain #sapphic #writing snippet #heroes and villains #fluff at the end #lesbian

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conclush · 2 years

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𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗲

pairing . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Thena x GN!Reader

summary . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Sometimes being jealous is dangerous, especially with thena.

warnings . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ cussing, fluff

❕: masterlist

Thena is not a jealous woman.

She is the epitome of beauty and elegance, leaving no room for emotions such as jealousy to squander it.

Yeah...right. That's what she tells herself at least.

To her credit though,Thena is pretty good at keeping herself in check. Only lashing out, or asserting her dominance, as you call it, when absolutely necessary. Some random handsome man, for instance, got a taste of her rage when she caught him ogling your body like a piece of prime meat. He almost had his tongue cut out right then and there.

Thena doesn't do well with competition, and even though you've told her several times that there is no competition, she decides to weed them out herself. Can't get jealous if there are no competitors, right?

Her jealousy doesn't last long, she claims her spotlight one way or another. There is, however, one creature Thena is unable to rid herself of. One that resides in her very castle. The closest any little rat has ever come to stealing her beloved y/n.

Even after long grueling days of wasting her time cleaning up the deviants messes and getting an some eternals meeting, all Thena longs for is to crawl into bed and wrap herself in your arms. Tonight it seems the celestials are frowning upon her because they have already stolen her place. She rolls her eyes at what should have been a cute display, had it been her.

Wiping away the stresses of the day helped lighten thena's mood a bit. It was always such a relief to take her Nazad Rivelleis off, knowing the day has finally ended and she can relax.

Making her way to the bed Thena trips over the small wastebasket and curses herself for making you stir from your sleep.

„ thena, you ok?” You sit up in bed, grabbing the sheets to cover yourself, but still keep an arm wrapped around your smaller companion.

„ Yes, I'm fine honey I-” Thena stopped. „You know what? No. I am an eternal who has a mahd wy'ry and I say plushie needs to leave our bed.”

„ Plushie is always allowed in bed!”

Thena was too tired to start a proper argument and decides to simply give in. She refuses to hold you while that stupid plushy is sandwiched between you, effectively cock-blocking her.

Its eyes mock her as it watches her toss and turn tirelessly. Thena was not accustomed to sleeping "by herself." The eternal felt uncomfortably bare without your body directly in contact with hers, but not bare enough to reconsider cuddling you and the plushy. Thena is far too stubborn for that and simply chucking it to its rightful place on the floor would only upset y/n. No matter how much she loathes that plushy, she still does not want to upset you.

A smugness flashed across its cold dead eyes as it stared at her, clearly proud of its victory. Thena only growled in response, baring her teeth like a territorial animal.

„ You win this round, fucker.”

The next day was no different from any other. Thena was kept busy with the others eternals but needing to be done for some sort of ceremony. Naturally, when she does give herself a break, she chooses to spend it with you. This is how you ended up sitting here next to the fire, plushy at your side and Alcina by her lonesome across from you.

„ Ooh, do we still have those shortbread cookies from the other day? Or did sprite eat them all?”

„ I hid some for you above the stove- top shelf inside the teapot.”

Your eyes lit up like a christmas tree. „Be right back.”

Thena only nodded and turned her attention back to her book. She felt a pair of eyes on her, but she tried her damnedest to ignore it. A few intense minutes passed before she slammed her book shut.

„ You think you're so special, don't you? Just because you had them first doesn't mean you're their favorite.”

The plush stared blankly at her. Its silence only egged her on.

„ You better watch yourself, plushie. You just landed yourself a spot on Thena's Blacklist, and no one gets off of it alive. You might have them fooled with your dapper little suit and hat but I know who you really are under all that fluff. Punk ass plushy bitch. Y/n is mine, and I do not share.”

More intense silence filled the room as Thena was about to strike down on the innocent creature until...

„ Hey honey!, can you come help me? I can't reach the top shelf!."

She gave the plush a smug grin before taking her leave.

„ I know someone else who can't reach either. Coming, dear!”

Thena sauntered out of the room only to step right back through the doorway to extend her slendery middle finger at the plushy. Giving it the most dramatic middle finger in all of universe.

The cookies were gone within minutes of settling back down on the couch. Now you were lounging across the cushions, with plushie pressed tightly against your chest, finishing the final chapter of your book. You moved to get off the couch to return your book to its shelf and pick out another classic. Before setting plushie on the cushions you place a kiss on the top of their head. Thena only pretends not to notice this out of the corner of her eye and continues to glaze over the pages of her own book, waiting for her kiss.

It never came...

You walk past her without offering so much as a smile and the eternal is sent over the edge.

„ That's it, I can't take it anymore! y/n it's me or the plush.”

You look back at her, rather taken back by her sudden outburst. „ Um what, excuse me?”

„ You heard me. It's either me or the plush. Take your pick.”

You arch a brow and put your hands on your hips. „ Well, plushie and I don't appreciate that tone.”

Thena rolls her eyes „ Plushie isn't real!”

You gasp and rush over to the couch and cover their ears. „ How dare you! That's a very sophisticated missy you're talking about.”

„ I am sick of always coming in second to that stupid thing. You act like you love it more than you love me! Giving it a kiss and not me, how rude. We both can't keep living here, one of us has to go.”

That got you to laugh. „This coming from the same woman who, after sending me away to sleep on the couch after an argument, comes down in the middle of the night to sleep on the floor beside the couch because you got lonely.”

The eternal can't help but blushed.

„ Something tells me you won't let me go anywhere.”

She stays quiet, only giving a huff as she crosses her arms over her chest.

„ If I give you a kiss now will you stop whining?”

Thena pretends to consider this for a moment before answering. „ Will you sit on my lap?”

„ Of course, my love.” you smile.

„ No plushie."

You giggle as you make yourself comfortable straddling her things. „ No plushie"

Thena pulls you flush against her front and kisses you. „ Good” She bites your lower lip, making you gasp. She takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and relax back into the couch. Out of sheer pettiness, The eternal cracks an eye open to see the plush staring at your display of affection. She smiled into your kiss and gives it the middle finger before focusing all her attention on ravishing you.

an: I got this ib but I forgot who is the owner,so uhm whoever is the one that ib creds is yours.

❗: I'm sorry for incorrect grammar and misspelled words, english wasn't my first language and some other languages were translated in google !!

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sqquidzz · 7 months

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"My job is to make sure your so fucked out that you can't think properly" - Fem version

Chuuya Nakahara x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Chuuya have been dating for a month now, and Chuuya decides to invite you to his house late at night. You thought he was just inviting you for a normal late night date, but only when you get to his house do you realize his intensions.

Tags: Chuuya x Fem!Reader, slight nipple play, orgasm denial, edging deep throating, dirty talk, praise, pet names, ass fucking, etc.

A/N: I had originally made this as a Chuuya x M!Reader, but some of you asked for a Fem version, so here it is! I hope you enjoy!

"I wonder why he's texting me this late at night..."

"Come over now" the message read, short and simple, unlike Chuuya's normal messages where he adds an insane amount of emojis and symbols

You shake of your uneasy feeling, putting off the fact that his short message was written so weirdly because he was so tired.

You grab a pair of black panties, sliding them on along with a pair of soft sweatpants. Finally, you throw on a black, oversized shirt and take a look in the mirror, satisfied with your look.

You open the front door and close it behind you, locking it and walking over to your car, which you unlocked and slipped inside of, turning the engine on and driving off to Chuuya's house.

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Knock Knock Knock

You had just arrived at Chuuya's house, knocking on on the front door of his grand house. It seemed strange standing at his door at midnight, usually he would invite you at around 9pm to 10pm.

Just then, the door opens slightly, and you are yanked into the dark room, with nothing but a sliver of moonlight entering the house.

You struggle against him for what seems like forever, until you hear him whisper into your ear, "I need you so bad baby.."

You freeze. Chuuya had never made any move that told you that he wanted to have sex with you. It had never been mentioned during the month of time you both had been dating.

When you still don't move any further, Chuuya takes the situation into his own hands, grinding his groin into your crotch, causing you to snap out of your trance and let out a gasp.

"I love you so much baby," Chuuya whispers out as he continues to rub his growing hard on into your private, causing you to whine from the friction. Suddenly, your panties are feeling soaked.

"Ch-Chuuya, what are you d-doing?" you ask as he noses over your neck, earning him a soft sight of content from you.

"Oh nothing... just wanted to try something with you," he hoists you up into his arms, bridal style, making you let out a small yelp as he walks you over to the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed.

In the dark, you can faintly make out Chuuya smirking as he leans down to pepper kisses onto your neck, making you let out a sigh as he trailed all around your neck.

Just as you were getting comfortable with the sensation of Chuuya's mouth on your neck, he licks a fat strip across your collarbone and bites into it, making you let out a sharp gasp at the pain.

"Oh darlin, you look so hot like this," he praises as he continues to suck marks into your skin, causing you to let out shudders and whimpers of pleasure.

"Chuuya... please," you whisper out as he ghosts his finger over your nipple just enough to send a wave of heat down to your core, making it impossibly wet.

"Shh, patience sweatheart.." he coos as he latches his mouth around your hard bud, swirling his tounge around it, causing you to arch your back and let out a moan, the pleasure going right to your pussy, making it drip with juices that would probably soil your panties.

You feel a knot tighten in your lower abdomen as you come closer to release.

"Chuu.. I'm so close..." you mewl out, but just before you could bask in the glory of your orgasm, he stops.

You let out a whine of dissapointment, but that immidiately dies down as Chuuya pulls off your pants and panties at the same time, revealing your wet core, which slowly drips with arousal.

Before you could ask him what he was doing, Chuuya licks a fat strip between your folds and plunges his tongue in, causing you to let out a loud moan.

Chuuya only hums as he starts plunging his tongue in and out almost immidiately, making you let out a series of whines and moans, chanting Chuuya's name like a prayer as he sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and going back to tongue fucking you again.

Before you know it, your orgasm approaches once again, that tight knot curling in your lower abdomen from the heat and stimulation from Chuuya's mouth.

But just before you could go over the edge, he stops again, pulling away and wiping the excess saliva from the side of his mouth.

Now you were getting frustrated. He hadn't let you cum twice now, and it almost hurt from how much you were pent up from the teasing.

"Don't worry doll," Chuuya coos with a smirk, "My only job is to make sure your so fucked out that you can't think properly."

You shived at his tone, your chest tightening because of how hot Chuuya sounded. Chuuya lets out a soft chuckle as his cock slowly comes to rub at your asshole, making your hole clench at the thought of being filled by Chuuya.

"Wait- Chuuya! What about lube?" you ask as he simply rubs his length against your hole, making you shiver at the skin to skin contact.

Chuuya hums as he pops open a bottle that he seemed to get out of nowhere and squirts some of the slick substance onto his hands, rubbing it between his fingers a few time to warm it up before rubbing some around the rim of your asshole. You gasp at the foreign feeling, it felt really unnatural, but it also felt good in a way.

Chuuya squirts some more on his hands, lathering his shaft in a generous amount of lube as he tosses the bottle away, returning one of his his hands to lay on one side of your head, the other reaching up to pin your hands to the bed.

He rubs himself over your hole a few time before sinking in. He lets out a groan as you let out a hiss at the stretch from his length plunging into you.

You feel almost lightheaded as he bottoms out, the stretch making you scrunch your eyes closed in discomfort, but it soon turns into pleasure as Chuuya rocks in and out of you.

Before long, Chuuya is already pounding you hard and fast, reaching into your so far you choke on your saliva. He shifts his position a few time, making you feel him drag against your walls, producing a high pitched moan from you

Chuuya smirks at this, continuing to shift around as he pistons in and out of you, you arching your back in ecstacy as you let out a long moan.

Chuuya's thrusts are relentless, pounding so hard into you that you see stars. He starts chuckling again at your fuck out face, lust pooling in his eyes at the sight of you, naked and moaning his name as loud as you could, probably disturbing the neighbors.

"God, your doing so good for me doll," he groans out as his thrusts become sloppy and less coordinated as he circles your clit along with his harsh thrusts.

You eyes widen and you let you a jumble of moans at the stimulation, everything becoming too much as you babble out incessant begs and pleads for release.

Your thighs clamp around Chuuya's legs as he thrusts even faster into you, reaching an almost inhuman pace as both of your releases approach fast.

Chuuya pants as he slowly slides out of you, making you whine quietly as the loss of something inside you.

He flops down beside you, kissing you gently on the cheek and proceeds to rub soothing circles into your back.

You let out a small chuckle as you and him slowly fall asleep side by side. You know now that you would never trade this for the world, ever.

#smut #fem!reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x fem!reader #fluff at the end #chuuya x yn #chuuya smut #bungou stray dogs x reader #chuuya x you #fluff

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daizzypop · 7 months

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A White Rose 🍃🤍 Part 1/3(Maybe?)

A drunk man speaks a sober man's heart...Sanemi promised himself that he'll never get attached to anyone again. He's lost his mother, lost his siblings,he lost his friends. His only living brother is somewhere out there. He'll never love someone again.

But that promise vanished in thin air as soon as he met you. How could he not like you? You were...perfect. It's a cold evening, you walked down a small path that led to the well. You hummed a small tune, slightly swinging the bucket in your hands. "(Name)?....are you there?..." You stop, hearing a dry voice call out your name. You turn around as your eyes meet miserable lilac ones. Sanemi. You smile and walk over to him, it's been awhile since you say him, you have so much to talk about like how yesterday you- ......had he been crying? A small tear slips from his eye before disappearing as he hastily wipes it away. "Sanemi...." You start off. What happened, is he alright? A frail voice interrupts your thoughts."I'm sorry...I just..well i...-he takes a breath- can we head inside...sorry" You pause before dropping your bucket down and grabbing his hands gently, as if he was frail glass. You speak up."Of course Nemi...let's head inside and get you a cup of tea and ohagi yeah?" You lead him inside and gently set him down on the couch. You look over to him while heading to the kitchen. "I'll bring some tea and ohagi, I'll be right back Nemi" You say as you leave the room. He nods, sighing softly as he looks around the room to distract himself.You soon back with a tray with two cups of tea and a plate filled with many ohagi. You even had some hard candy in your pockets. You had him a cup as he whispers a small thanks. You take a seat beside him with your own cup. You notice his features.

His wild lilac eyes, now merely sad purple. His cheeks seemed sort of flushed. Was he drinking?...."I can tell you.. aren't yourself today, do you wanna..talk about it?" You speak up after some calm silence between you two. He looks at you softly, his eyes still a bit hazy fog earlier, he nods a bit. "That would be nice I guess ...it's not a big deal though, I'm just weak for crying" You frown a bit hearing his words. "Sanemi, crying doesn't make you weak and whatever it is that made you cry shouldn't be considered not a big deal."He takes a sip and sighs before looking at you. "Well...today uh.." You nod. He takes a breath before speaking."Today's date... isn't a date I'd like to remember...but I do. This very day....years ago, everything fell apart. I lost everything I loved back then. I lost my siblings and mother. Even lost Genya, my only living brother yet I still pushed him away" You watch him with a sad expression on your face. He continued. "My mother became a demon..and killed my siblings..so I had no choice but kill her. My ma...There isn't a day that I don't wish that everything could change. That my ma and siblings were alive and well, and still with me...." He hastily wipes a few tears with his hands "I'm sorry...-he lets out a single dry laugh before sighing- you must think im a baby or something..." You shake your head. "That's not true...in fact I think you're very strong for telling me...thank you Nemi. I understand how you regret what happened, but if isn't your fault. You were a kid, what could you do? Understand your past and then let go of it Sanemi...it isn't over. Genya is still with you right? Fix things with him...before you loose him too, trust me it'll be worth it, give him a chance."He smiles and nods before hugging you softly "Thank you...(Name)...thank you so much..." He wipes his tears softly while you pat his back in a comforting way.

"Would you like more ohagi Nemi? I know how much you love it" You smile sweetly. He nods "Yeah.. that will be nice..thank you (Name) Maybe we can..read that book of yours. The one you told me about endless" "Really Nemi? How sweet of you! Of course we can read together!" He smiles back at you. Oh how pretty he looked. He should smile more...

Taisho Secrets:-Despite Sanemi eating tons of ohagi, he made sure you also had some and even scolded you for giving him so much....while still eating it. He also enjoyed the book and was probably thinking about going to the library the next day for a copy.

That's all folks! I was originally making this just a one shot but maybe....in the future I can make a part two...depends! Anyways hope you enjoyed!

-Daizzypop 💫💫💫

#sanemi x reader #Sanemi angst #angst #fluff at the end #Congrats you're a therapist

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local-kitten-smut · 7 months

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Kind!Billy Hargrove x PTSD!Reader

A/n: I felt the feelings I described in this little story, and I wanted to make myself feel better. That's why I wrote it.

You were at his place, and you were having fun talking until you felt that feeling again. That feeling of guilt. Of loneliness. The feeling that made you think something was completely wrong with you. Then he spoke up.

"Hey, darlin. Are you okay?" He asked as he saw you now saddened expression. "I feel like there's something wrong with me.." Your voice was shaky as you answered. He knew something was wrong as soon as you spoke. He takes your face into his warm hand. "Oh, honey. There's nothing wrong with you. I promise." He looked at you with that sweet and kind look. You look up at him with that sad look again. "But what happened in 85 was my fau-" he cut you off. "No. No." He said sternly, holding you close. "Stop blaming yourself."

"I-it is my fault, tho..."He pulled you slightly back so he could look you in the eyes. And he was being dead serious. "It is not your fault."

"Billy.. it feels like what I did that night just.. broke something in me.. what I witnessed.. what my actions led to, i-ive just felt like I've been broken since that day, and it's just getting worse..!" You say as you feel yourself getting near a breakdown again. You always had a breakdown when these thoughts came into your head.

He grabs you and shakes you a bit. "Don't you ever, ever, say that again. It's not your fault. Understand?"You nodded slowly and looked to his sweet eyes. Your mind was a mess. It's been a mess since that night. You hated it. You wanted to be normal again, like you were before that night. The night everything went wrong. "Y-yeah.." You answered with a shaky voice. "Good." He smiled, planting a kiss on your forehead. "Let's forget about the bad things for now. I'd like to focus on something other than the past."

“Oh, and another thing!” He kissed you. “Don’t you ever forget how much I care for you. And how you care for me. That’s all that matters, alright?” You let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I won't forget that.. ever.." You smiled at him with that warm and loving look in your sweet eyes. He laughed a bit as well, and he placed his hands on your cheeks. "You know what? If you think you're broken, then maybe you just need to be... put back together."

You got confused. You didn't know how to be put back together or how to fix your PTSD. "How exactly?" You asked. "I think it's time for you to let out all that pain you've been bottling up.." he said, a little worry in his voice. You thought about his words. You wanted to let go. But you didn't want to show him all the pain you were holding on to. You thought it'd be too much for him to handle. "I will.. but not now.."

“No... no.” He seemed slightly disappointed. “You can tell me. I wanna put you back together. I can take it.”

'One more word, and I'm gonna break down,' you thought as he spoke. You didn't want to have another breakdown. You wanted to let all your pain out, but you were scared that it'd be too much for the both of you. "Oh, please. Tell me." He pleaded, his face growing anxious. "You don't have to hide anything from me, I'll still love you either way."

And as you thought, you started having a breakdown. Letting everything out was too much, so you tried to keep a good 30% at a time. You buried your head in his chest as you started crying. And it wasn't light crying. It was everything. You cried so much it made your head hurt slightly. You were tugging so hard to his shirt that you were scared that you'd rip it. He gently stroked your back with his hand, comforting you. He was ready to bear all of your sadness. "Shhhhh, calm down. Calm down, baby. You’re safe now. I’ll take care of you, just let it out." You were silently screaming into his chest, no sound at all. You took a small break to breathe, and then you just started silently screaming again. It was painful. Both for you and for him. He held you tightly, not letting go no matter what. All the while, he whispered comforting words. "There, there... Let all your worries out...." You cried until you felt like you'd pass out, and then you calmed down. Your grip on his shirt loosened, and you stopped shaking a little. You were so tired. so tired of the pain. And because crying makes you tired. You were breathing heavily as you calmed down. You knew you hadn't let it all out, but it was enough for now.

He held you, waiting for the waterworks to stop. In the meantime, he kissed your head. You were absolutely exhausted after the fact, and you just wanted to lie down and sleep. "Do you want to sleep?" He asked softly. No matter the response, he would support you and take care of you. And he meant it. You nodded slowly. 'A nap would be just perfect right now,' you thought. You couldn't respond with words. You always had some trouble speaking after a breakdown, especially when they are as powerful as this one. "Good. Come on." He picked you up in his large arms. "We're going to the bedroom, honey." He began walking, taking you to the bedroom and laying you down on the bed. "Cuddles?" You asked between heavy breaths. You used to cuddle with your teddy bears after a breakdown when you were younger, and it helped, so you hoped it'd be even better with Billy. "Of course!" He chuckled, laying next to you and wrapping his right arm around your waist. You two were now lying on the bed. He smiled. "I love you." You smiled softly and nuzzled your head in his neck as you said it back, "I love you too.."

“Mmm, I love you so much..." he whispered, kissing the top of your head. A few minutes later, you start feeling drowsy, your eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. And thus, you fell asleep in his arms. All comfy and calm. You felt better than ever. That's what Billy's cuddles always did to you. For the next three hours, Billy held you in his arms, kissing your forehead occasionally and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It was late at night, but you and Billy felt more at peace than ever. You felt safe and secure with him. You didn’t really know if he was awake or not, but that didn’t matter. The fact that you had him by your side was good enough.

#billy hargrove #angst with a happy ending #light angst #fluff at the end #ptsd #billy x reader #comfort #ptsd thoughts

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