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babyleostuff · 5 months

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SAYING SOMETHING THEY DIDN'T MEAN IN A FIGHT | PERFORMANCE UNIT

𐙚 JUN

it would take a lot for jun to say something he didn’t mean, especially when it comes to you. he was always wary of what he was saying during fights or quarrels to not say something he’d regret later, but there were times where he was just too tired to think about what he was saying. i think he’d be the quickest out of all of them to apologise, like the second the hurtful words leave his mouth he’s already apologising, he just can’t stand your sad and disappointed expression.

“i’m so sorry, honey. i didn’t mean it, i truly didn’t mean it. i know i can’t make excuses now, i’m so sorry, baby.”

jun started babbling, not even letting you breathe after what he had just said. you wouldn’t lie - his words hurt, especially because jun never raised his voice at you during fights, so yes, you were sad and upset, but at the same time, a part of you couldn’t help but think how adorable he looked right now.

jun’s eyes were wide in panic, and he was holding your hands tightly in his, as if he was scared that you’d run away, which to be honest - you’d do if he didn’t have such a strong hold on you. hearing something so hurtful from the person you loved the most wasn’t easy, you felt betrayed and disappointed by his actions, but you didn’t want him to get so worked up over this either. “jun, baby, calm down.”

“no, i won’t. you have to believe me that i didn’t mean it.” you cupped his face in your hands, so his frantic eyes would focus on you for more than a second. “let’s just talk about it, k’ay?”

jun nodded his head quickly, helping you settle on the couch next to him, where you’d calmly talk about what had just happened (he’d keep on apologising for the rest of the day, even if you said you forgave him).

𐙚 HOSHI

things could get heated with this one really quickly, especially if he was stressed because of work or his schedules. hoshi would never intentionally take out his anger on you, but at the same time i don’t think he’s the best at managing his emotions, especially anger. he’d be so disappointment in himself after, though - like, the moment he says something hurtful (that he of course didn’t mean) he’d blame himself so much, and knowing that he hurt you would break his heart.

no words could describe the disappointment and embarrassment with himself that hoshi felt then. how could he hurt his loved one in such a cruel way? you didn't do anything wrong and he let his words and anger get the best of him, leaving you sobbing quietly in the middle of the living room.

“baby…” he felt like he didn’t deserve to call you that after what he had said, and you definitely looked even more upset hearing the pet name. “why would you say that?” you asked, your voice laced with so much sadness, hoshi felt his own heart breaking. he was sure your crying face would haunt him in his dreams now, but he deserved it.

hoshi knew it’d be for the best to leave you alone for a while now, so you could calm down and collect your thoughts, but he was afraid that if you left now, you wouldn't come back. he wouldn't even realise when his own tears would start running down his cheeks too. “I’m so sorry,” he’d whisper, covering his face in shame.

“i can’t hear you, honey,” you sniffled, wiping your face dry. “i-i’m s-sorry,” he hiccuped between the sobs. at the end, you both would start crying in each other's embrace.

of course you wouldn't forgive him right away, but you didn't want him to worry that you would leave him.

𐙚 MINGHAO

i feel like making minghao mad isn’t that hard, but that doesn’t mean he’d just lash out and take all of his anger on you, especially because he is a person that is good at managing his emotions. things could get really heated because of his pettiness and passive aggressiveness, though. sometimes he wouldn’t think through what he was saying or how he was acting, and how it would affect you.

“wow, minghao,” you muttered, looking at him with disbelief. “is there anything else you’d like to tell me?”

when he didn’t answer, you turned on your heel and walked out to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. minghao, on the other hand, stood in the middle of the living room trying to wrap his head around what had just happened - what he had just said to you. the guilt started to catch up to him, his chest filling with crushing pain.

what made minghao feel even worse was that he didn’t react immediately and apologised. he didn’t even realise how much his words had hurt you at that moment, which made him feel like he was the worst boyfriend ever.

he’d give you some time alone, but when bedtime came, he’d softly knock on the door, your favourite snacks on a plate, and your favourite hoodie of his in his hand, and wait for you to open up. then, he’d apologise and have a proper, calm conversation with you. it was rare that you went to bed angry, minghao always made sure you’d make up before falling asleep, because in no universe would he be able to fall asleep knowing you were angry with him.

𐙚 CHAN

chan would never intentionally say anything to hurt you, you were the love of his life and he swore to do anything to keep you happy and safe at all times, so you’d have to get in a really big fight for him to say something hurtful. and honestly it would break his heart seeing your reaction to his words, he just wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. and as much as i don’t think that chan is an insecure person, i think he’d need a lot of reassurance after a fight that you still love him and that you’re not going to leave him.

chan stared in horror as a tear ran down your cheek. “baby, i didn’t… i don’t-” he saw your eyes fill with even more tears and if he only understood what had just happened, he would have immediately hugged you, but the problem was that he himself didn't know what had just happened. how the fuck could words like those even leave his mouth?

“are u going to say anything else?” you asked, sadness filling your voice. "say something chan," but he couldn't, he stood still, he even stopped breathing. shame and embarrassment consumed him completely, he didn't know how he would ever be able to look at himself after saying such nasty words to you.

he would stand and watch as you passed by him to leave the apartment, but he still wouldn't be able to move. when he finally realised that you had left the house and left him, he would just break down and cry in the middle of the room from the feeling of being so helpless. what if you really left him?

he wouldn't try to text or call you because he’d be afraid that all he’d hear would be "we’re over chan, don't call me ever again," and he wouldn't be surprised if you did. he acted like a total jerk.

when it finally started to get dark and you managed to calm yourself down, you went back to your place to calmly talk to your boyfriend, but all you’d find would be chan sleeping on your side of the bed, cuddled into your pillow with dried tears on his cheeks. that night he would be the little spoon, cuddled in your arms.

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anantaru · 6 months

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DAY 24 — BRAT TAMING

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — kazuha, alhaitham

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, brat taming, they're mean lmao, petnames used: love, smart girl, oral (male! receiving), cockwarming

𖧡 — KAZUHA

coruscating with a hot prickle underneath your cheeks and your arousal oozing out of you, kazuha wastes no time before he pulls your mouth back into his lower area with your lips open wide to receive his pulsating cock again— more so feel it stick and melt to your tongue so sinfully as you drag the roughness of your wet muscle against the underside of his dick, tickling the buzzing veins.

"i— ah, hardly notice anything," kazuha admits bluntly and chuckles as his fingers comp over the back of your head, "you need to try harder, i fear," what a distinguished way your boyfriend had with words, which, in any other case he does but not now, not when he was attempting to teach you a lesson.

and you reach in between his thighs at his blatant sentence, to properly take his balls in your warm palm— giving him two good squeezes as he instantly swallows back a groan at the harsh treatment you added onto him, being aware that he was exceptionally sensitive right there.

well, granted, this entire ordeal was placed on you for a reason— because sometimes you just cannot help yourself but be a little, mean brat to your handsome boyfriend, until his habitual and subdued personality gets spiked up with a dangerous notion affiliated with lust, desire, and the clear thought of putting you in your place.

"maybe if you, fuck— wouldn't have been so mean, my love," kazuha pauses, roughly curving his palms against your cheeks so he could softly brush his thumbs over the skin, breathing out a whispery moan when he could feel himself shallowly slip in and out of your hot mouth, "i wouldn't have to use such words on you."

you whine in attempt to spell out a witty comeback but are only being crowded with his fat tip grazing over the back of your throat— you hiccup and babble, perceiving him entirely, his slightly bitter taste penetrating your nostrils as your body grew to smell like his luscious fragrance.

kazuha shifts in his seat a little before pushing his hips up your flexed throat to catch you off guard— yet, little does he realize at last, when he fucks your throat and uses your mouth as he pleases, with your saliva and his pre dribbling all over your chin and his boxers, that in reality, you will never stop engaging in this sort of play and be all about the drama, so perfect when you act like a little brat, so kazuha could use your mouth again, no need to urge you on for anything when you're practically salivating at the taste of his salty cum on your tongue.

𖧡 — ALHAITHAM

"don't flatter yourself too much, i'm not even fully hard yet,"

whenever you were acting out— attempting to push and pull against alhaitham's usual stoic and unbothered demeanor, you are most likely defeated right away, yet do not be mistaken because, the moment you do achieve to, quote on quote, step onto the wrong tile, he almost needs to profess the power he held over you.

you take a sharp intake of air before exhaling it out with a tremble the moment he first sinks into you— although much to your surprise, he wouldn't move, he wouldn't even kiss you, only focusing on your sizzling hole swallowing him in like a wet suction pulling on his shaft.

"hey!" you whine, before slipping your hands around his neck so you could kiss him yourself, only to be met with alhaitham quickly turning his head so you'd clumsily hit his ear instead, "w-what's up with you?"

it's in a juncture like this where everything suddenly comes crashing down on your complete frame and holds you hostage against your will, the split second you can remember it in a spur of a moment, vividly, when you were oh so graciously disturbing his peace earlier, just because you felt like it.

"i'm not moving tonight," he proclaims, a little aloof and standoffish but holding your gaze with unapproachable eyes before he repeatedly slaps the plush flesh of your ass, making you squeak out.

"you do it yourself," alhaitham wasn't really interested in a heart-wrecking apology from you, truthfully, he had already planned out and structured how this night would end, obviously in his favor because you cannot beat him— he stops when you're begging him, full of brimming tears, to make you please please cum because you just cannot hold it in anymore!

"i can't," you attempt to move your hips but are being met with one large hand pinning you back down the mattress.

alhaitham was torturing you, that's what it was, at least in your eyes, and you dig into his scalp and ruffle his hair, aiming to make him kiss you again (and failing) before scraping your nails around his ears, where he was a little sensitive, yet not even that worked out so you ultimately go down to his neck— your lips curved up into a sweet and apologetic pout, hoping he'd show mercy tonight.

"okay, i'm sorry, i went to far, i'm sorry sorry sorry.." you mewl out in a frantic exhale, the heaviness of his throbbing erection melting within your walls was maddening, and it hurt, a mild pain battering your pulsing cunt as your pussy flutters greedily around his girth, wishing to chance his mind.

alhaitham noticed how you were glistening all over his dick, he feels how your cunt squeezes him experimentally too, but it's more than just wanting you to please him tonight and make it about him, which in actuality, the scribe didn't give a single damn about his pleasure— but it's about obedience, just how it's found in dogs following their owner, and instead of using words, he uses his thick cock stretching you out until you're whining and loosing all of your witty responses, both of you fusing and becoming one.

but that agonizingly sizzling tension in between your squished bodies, ugh, it was surrounding you, your soul and mind, it was beginning to simply steal your breath away.

"but you're such a smart girl, right? always having a comeback to everything, so try harder."

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jd07201990 · 3 months

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I shouldn't have opened my mouth. All I had to do was just walk away, and I'd have been fine. Now, It takes 3 showers a day, and a can of Axe a week, just to control the apocalyptic funk of athlete that pours from my pits... and feet... ok, ok I just stink, ok?! And its all because I tried to stop Pops, a local Gym Owner, from bullying one of his regulars.

The massive man was absolutely raging, as he berated a Jock for skipping sessions, despite the young man explaining desperately that he couldn't miss any more assignments or he'd lose his scholarship. It didn't seem to quell Pops's anger, as I watched the man drag the boy to a bench, and force him to lift rep after rep, until the Jock was panting, begging for a break, promising not to miss any more sessions.

I'd been walking on the treadmill the whole time, and decided to get involved. My first mistake. Walking up to Pops, I cleared my throat, and told him to lay off, that clearly the Jock was exhausted. Pops grabbed my collar and hoisted me up off the ground, before I could react, his face nearly against mine as he went off, first about my nosing about, then about how ridiculously thin I am. I stammered, my legs dangling, until Pops put me down, and smirked.

"You know, a little meat on those bones wouldn't hurt. Maybe with a few pounds, those big, sweaty dawgs you've got wouldn't look so clownish!"

My jaw dropped, a squirmed under his gaze, as a shiver went down my spine, and a dull, warm itch began in my feet. I don't know where he'd gotten the idea that my feet were clownish, I'm 5'7" with size 9.5s! But suddenly, my sneakers felt cramped, warm, with a dull humid dampness making it feel as if I'd stuffed my foot into a wet towel.

Then, I groaned, as a sharp pain shot down my ankles, and my sneakers burst open, revealing wide, reeking Jock-feet, at least size 13. A dense funk rose, and I gagged, the intense reek of Athlete poured from my torn shoes. Pops laughed heartily, then sneered.

"And those pits! You'd think with hairy, sweaty pits like those, you'd be top of the roster! Not even Big Billy has pits as bad as yours! There's a bull inside you, just waiting to come out!"

Again, that cold shiver ran down my back, and my armpits felt as if fire ants were biting them. Hundreds of itchy bumps formed, then, hair sprouted, filling in and dampening until the stink of the locker room oozed out from them. I whimpered as I caught the scent. Looking up at Pops, I begged.

"Please! Don't do this! You gotta undo this! I'm not a Jock!"

Pops laughed, taking both my shoulders in his massive rough hands, and pushed me down onto a bench, taking my arms and forcing them up onto the bar. My pits were fully on display as he growled.

"Lift. Don't stop until I come back, or those pits and feet will be the least of your worries."

I believed him, and tried to pull the bar down, barely moving the weights. Pops facepalmed, moved to a backpack next to a mountainous young brute lifting what had to be the weight of a small car. He fished out a protein shake, pressed the nozzle to my lips, and forced me to guzzle a few mouthfuls, pulling it away as I heard my stomach gurgle.

I hiccuped, then burped, as my body seemed to warm, sweat forming, soaking down my shirt. Then, muscle began to swell under my skin, not huge, round bulk, but enough to look as if I'd been hitting the gym for several months, not days. When it settled, I must've gained 10 lbs, all of it hard muscle. When I pulled the bar down this time, it wasn't easy, but I wasn't lifted off the seat this time. Again and again I tested my new size, and Pops grinned. giving my thicker shoulder a punch.

"I'll make an athlete out of you yet. Like it or not, you're gonna be one of Pops's boys! No one mouth's off to pop, unless they've earned it here at my gym! got it!"

I wanted to be defiant, to insult him, or run, but the look in his eye told me if I so much as thought about leaving, I'd be waddling out of here, sideways through the door, looking like the Behemoth that Pops had taken the shake from! I gulped, looked down, and forced myself to lift. Maybe if Pops is happy, he'll at least tone down the absolute fog of stink that screams, "Big Dumb Jock" from a mile away!

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gargoy-ross · 3 months

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You made today special - Vox x gn!reader

Summary: You and Vox have been in a situationship of sorts for a while, and he has finally asked you out for the upcoming Valentines. Being the showman he is, he wants everything to be perfect. Unfortunately things don't go according to his plan and he's left on a verge of breakdown.

Warnings: some nasty language but otherwise none

Word count: 1309

He's booked a reservation at the most renowned restaurant in Pride Ring.

He's made sure that a limousine will be ready and waiting.

He's even bought flowers, carefully picked and chosen to match your mutual aesthetic.

And he has put on his best suit, checked himself in the mirror at least seven times in the past hour - which both Valentino and Velvet have teased him about. Usually he'd at least retort with a snarky comment, but Vox can't bring himself to care today.

From the moment you agreed to be his Valentine he's been preparing to swoon you over. Every little detail is taken care of for this day to be memorable.

You're dressed in your best and waiting for him to come pick you up. The butterflies in your stomach refused to calm themself, and you're sure you look like a lovestruck fool right now.

Despite your excitement you were also a bit nervous about how the public would respond to your appearance with Vox. The paparazzi followed him everywhere, and he's always been rather pedantic about the Vees' image.

Still, finally having a date with him? Not just shameless flirting and drunken night outs, but an actual real date?

It was no secret that you had been pining for the tech overlord for longer than you'd like to admit and you were happy to know he shared those feelings too.

A glance at the clock tells you that he should've been here by now. You recheck the message he sent you earlier.

Vox wouldn't have stood you up, would he?

You debate on whether you should text him to ask where he is, but before you can make a decision a black limo drives to your driveway.

You sigh in relief as Vox steps out to open the door for you.

"Apologies for the late arrival," his smile makes you forget your earlier worries. "there were some hiccups on the way. I hope you didn't wait for long."

"I was a bit worried you wouldn't show up, but it's all right."

Vox promises to make it up to you later. He hadn't anticipated the paparazzi blocking the road, and since he was supposed to pick you up he couldn't just zap himself out of there like he'd usually do.

He places a hand on your waist as he guides you. "You look stunning by the way."

"Thank you. You look very handsome too." You find it hard to find the right words, but Vox seems pleased with your answer regardless.

This was just a small setback on an otherwise perfect date, he thinks. Everything else will go just as planned.

The ride to the restaurant starts off a bit awkward, but the two of you soon set into a comfortable conversation. Vox, with his natural charm, led most of the exchange, asking for your opinions and preferences on a matter of things. His animated expressions and almost cartoonish mannerism were a delight to watch.

At some point Vox decides that now is the perfect time to give you the bouquet. He reaches for it, only to realize that he forgot to take it with him.

Fuck.

His expression goes from happy and exited to 'shit, I left the stove on'.

"Is everything okay?"

He's quick to recover, nodding and reassuring you that there's no need to worry.

He'll just give you the flowers after the date then.

The restaurant was packed full, which was expected on a special day like Valentine's. That's precisely why Vox had made the reservation early. Now if that idiot behind the counter could just find it…

"Sir, are you sure you've made the reservation for today? I do not see you on the list."

Vox thanks himself for having such good self control. "Yes, I'm quite sure. Check it again."

"I'm sorry sir, your name isn't on the list-"

Vox leans over the counter. His left eye pulses and voice is laced with static. "But it is, right there. See?"

"Of course. This way please."

Vox makes a note of the employee's name. He'll get them fired later for embarrassing him like that.

You're finally seated at your table. It's one of the nicer ones, private enough so others won't see nor hear you and with an amazing view over Pentagram City.

Vox calms himself and the two of you continue your conversation from earlier.

It doesn't take long for a young waitress to come to take your orders. She seems almost nervous, though you suppose it's understandable given the reputation the Vees have. You find your favourite from the menu, and Vox orders a bottle of wine along with your meals.

"Thank you for taking me here. It's been really nice."

Vox flashes you a smile. "Of course. Only the best for you."

Soon the waitress is back with a wine bottle and two glasses. She opens the bottle and goes to fill your glass, only to trip on the table leg.

He sees in slow motion as the red wine gets spilled right onto your lap.

There's a split second of silence before the waitress starts to chant a string of apologies like a prayer. You try to assure her that it'll be okay. It was an accident, and this certainly wasn't the worst that has happened to you.

The opposite of you Vox's claws dig into the table, leaving permanent marks on it's surface.

This bitch. This useless piece of shit DARED TO FUCKING RUIN YOUR CLOTHES.

In a fit of panic she tries to swipe off the spillage with a hand chief. That does nothing but manage to make the mess worse, and only when Vox grabs her by the shoulder to drag her away from you does she realize that.

Before you get to say anything you're pulled up from your seat. There's a quick flash of light and suddenly you're back in Vox's quarters in the Vees' tower.

It takes a moment for your brain to catch up. You can feel Vox's hands shaking slightly before he lets go of you.

He's about to lose his composure.

"I did everything right," his voice distorts in the middle of the sentence. He's too worked up to keep up the calm, collected, and charming facade he's mastered.

"I made plans. I double-checked all the boxes."

He stomps off to the living room, practically tearing off his jacket.

"It was supposed to be perfect."

Vox slumps down on the couch. His shoulders sag and he looks at you with what you can only describe as desperation.

He had tried so hard to make today special, yet it seems like the universe had a different plan.

He draws in a shaky breath. His voice is small and you think you might have heard him sniffle when he spoke again.

"I had to make it perfect…"

"Vox…" You take his hands onto yours and he doesn't resist when you place soft kisses on both of them.

"You know, I really enjoyed today. Even though we had to wait forever in line at that restaurant and my clothes got ruined. Do you know why?"

He shakes his head.

"Because I got to spend it with you."

He smiles, despite still feeling down about all his plans being ruined.

"Thank you for taking me out. If it's okay with you, I'd like to spend the night?"

"I won't say no to that, but let's get you to something a bit more comfortable, shall we?"

He picks you up and you wrap your arms around him as he carries you to his bedroom. He agrees to let you borrow one of his shirts, and the two of you spend the rest of the evening cuddled up watching movies.

Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.

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writingsbymo-mo · 5 months

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I'm not Alcoholic

Drunk!Rindou x Reader

Contains: fluff, drunken shenanigans, Ran being a worried older brother as he should

Summary: you got off late from work, head to the convenience store near your apartment. What you didn't expect was the surprise you'd have when you get home.

"Sigh...another night of cup noodles. Least they had my favorite tonight."

You were finally on your way home from work, having to take some overtime to finish up a few things. Just another typical day. You were glad you had the next couple days off to rest instead of slaving away with minimal pay. "I need to find a new job," you sighed, clutching your bag from the combini, strolling briskly to your apartment.

As soon as you approached the building, you opened your bag, digging your keys out with a minor struggle but you managed to find them. "Phew, now I don't have to break a window....eeeh, nevermind." You shook your head, arriving at your door when you dropped your bag and keys in a panic. "R-Rindou!"

You scrambled over to him, reaching out to touch his forehead. He was hot to the touch, face flushed crimson when you noticed a subtle sweet smell coming from his breaths. Ah, of course.

Arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you against his heater of a body, slurring his speech as he said your name. "Mmmine...."

"Rin!" You squeaked. A rush of warmth blossomed in your cheeks. You tried wriggling your way out of his hold but of course, his firm arms were too strong to move even in his current state. "C-can we go inside please?"

His arms slumped as soft snores left his lips. Somehow, it's like he understood...maybe? Doesn't matter. You stood up quickly, grabbing your keys and unlocked the door. "Rin....Rindou...pst, Rindou," you shook his shoulder, mumbling his name. His eyes cracked open, hiccupping and smiling at you. "Shoo pretty."

You smiled and shook your head, hoisting him up from under his shoulder, "thanks Rin, let's get you inside and something to drink, ok?"

He stumbled and swayed, giving you a hard time keeping your balance, walking him to the couch. You set him down, lifting his legs onto the cushions. "I'll go get you some water. Rin," you turned around and muttered under your breath, "and give Ran a quick text. Bet he's worried sick."

With a glass in hand, you filled it up with cold water. 'I should get him something to eat too,' You thought, 'guess I'll be making two cup noodles.'

While you let the water heat up, you stepped back into the living space and nearly dropped the glass. "R-RINDOU?!"

"Wwhaaat?" He whined. His arms were folded across his chest as he stretched his legs out on the couch in splits....with nothing on, giving you a full view of himself.

"W-why did you take your clothes off?" You placed the glass on the table next to the couch.

"Tooo *hic* waaarm..."

"I'll get the fan," you picked the glass back up, handing it to him, "this will help you in the meantime." You smiled, kissing him atop his head.

Soon, he began to feel better. His snores filled the room as you placed a blanket over him. You didn't have the mental capacity to think about explaining why he's naked under the covers. That's a problem for tomorrow you. With quiet steps, you got into bed and fell asleep.

A few hours into the night, you were woken up to something pressing into your back. Something warm. Something that smelled subtly like sandalwood. "R-Rindou," you croaked through your tired and dry throat. "What are you doing in here?" He grumbled into your ear, nuzzling into your neck as his hot breath sent tingles down your spine. You sighed in defeat. You knew he wouldn't wake up in this state nor could you escape his grasp. All you could do now is try to fall back to sleep. "Goodnight Rin. Please don't scream when you wake up..."

Bright rays of the morning sun illuminated your room. You cracked your eyes open and yawned with the stretch of your limbs. A deep, tired groan entered your ears as Rindou stirred awake. "Fuck...," he lifted his head, gripping his forehead.

"Need something for that hangover?"

He jolted back, eyes wide as his mouth hung open. "H-how did—WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!!"

"You stripped them off when you got too hot...they're uh...still in the other room..." you blushed and looked away, twiddling your thumbs. "Do you usually do that when you're drunk?"

He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "It's not the first time it's happened...did I—"

"No, you just went to sleep. Don't worry. Actually...I did find you outside my door when I got home. You scared me, Rin! I was worried you got sick or maybe Ran got mad at you over something..." you looked down with a small pout, releasing a heavy sigh, "just glad you're safe."

Rindou placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling you against his bare chest. "Sorry, love," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. You hummed, closing your eyes as you basked in his warmth. "Oh, when you head back...um...you kind of owe Ran for keeping him up almost all night..."

"Fuck.......better get the usual...."

"Sorry, Rin..."

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Ring....ring.....

Ran: —is Rindou there?!

You: Yeah...he uh...fell asleep at my door...and is now on the couch.

Ran: Sigh...that little shit...he owes me for keeping me up this late...

You: Haha, yeah. Knew you'd be worried.

Ran: ...yeah...at least I know he's safe and I don't have to bail him out.

You: Oh! Uhhhh....does Rin usually...strip when he gets drunk?

Ran: I'm starting to believe that's a yes.

You: Ummm, and what's that supposed to mean, Ran?

Ran: I've only seen this happen a couple times when he's shitfaced drunk. Woke me up playing his mixes and found him jamming in commando...

Yiu: pffft ahahha! Oh...my god...he didn’t!

Ran: Oh, he fucking did. Threw a pillow in his face and told him to go the fuck to sleep!

You tried to hold in your laughter but to no avail, you cackled into the phone.

You: That's fucking hilarious! But anyway, I'll tell him you owe him when he wakes up. See ya.

Ran: Mmhmm.

Click

"Sorry Rin but it looks like you'll be making a stop before you head home tomorrow..."

#rindou being a bit silly #tokyo revengers #haitani rindou #ran haitani #haitani ran #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #haitani rindou x reader #rindou x reader #tok rev #tokyo revengers x reader #do not interrupt ran's sleep #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers fanfiction

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subskz · 2 months

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So this is kind of my personal head canon,but what do you think about sleepy sex with Bang Chan?Since he works all day,he wouldn't have the energy to get intimate,so he leaves the reader to do what they want to him while he dozes off

yes!! i adore the idea of sleepy sex with channie both in the sense of helping him fall asleep and free use somnophilia <3

sometimes he comes home so desperate for you but too exhausted to do anything. he’s already extra cuddly when he’s drowsy but when he’s in that kind of headspace he needs you more than ever, there’s no chance of getting him off of you he clings to you like a koala ㅠㅠ the moment he rests his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent w a soft, sleepy mumble you know he needs you to take care of him until he drifts off. he’s complete putty in your hands, gazing up at you through half-lidded eyes as you ride him/cockwarm him or lazily jerk him off under the covers until the release of endorphins when he cums eases him right into sleep ♡ he might be out like a light even before he reaches his climax bc the gentle rhythm of pleasure is so soothing, it makes the haze in his mind take over immediately

he’ll collapse into bed after a long day and hold his arms out to cling to you, even when he’s worn out he still uses the last of his energy to nestle into you and press your bodies together. maybe he nudges his nose against yours w a quiet whine to ask you to kiss him as he rubs himself sleepily into your thigh. just cute, uncoordinated movements on pure instinct bc he needs you so bad but can barely stay awake enough to grind his hips properly. his eyes start to droop and eventually his lips stop moving, they just sta puckered uselessly against yours slipping out sweet sighs as his breathing gradually slows and he falls asleep. he never feels safer or more loved than when he drifts off in your arms <3

other times he lets you use him in his sleep bc channie is such a little giver who always wants to please you. even when he doesn’t have the energy for sex, he loves being of service to you and is more than willing to let you have your way with him, he might even be the one to bring it up. it helps that he tends to sleep shirtless most of the time too so you have easy access to his body without disturbing him too much~ he’ll pass out still half-hard for you, all you have to do is dip your hands into his boxers and use all the precum that’s leaked out of his dick to start stroking him to full hardness so you can use him however you want. he’s so vocal even in his sleep, he lets out so many tiny whimpers and moans inbetween his snores, and it’s so cute to hear the sound of his breathing go from that peaceful rise and fall to heavy panting the more you toy w him. he definitely wakes up a few times throughout, esp if you give him head bc he’s super sensitive to your tongue and he might even start bucking up weakly into your mouth in his sleep. he drifts in and out of consciousness, waking himself up with a weak hiccup or mewl of your name when smth feels especially good. he looks disoriented for a second, blinking up at you like he doesn’t even know where he is, but the moment he registers it’s you, a lopsided, dreamy smile forms on his face and he reaches out to hold your hands or grab on to you somehow, only for his grip to loosen once he starts to doze off again

some days he doesn’t even make it to the bedroom and you come home to find him just passed out on the couch, wearing that specific hoodie that lets you know anything goes (in his own words…“this body belongs to you” hehe) you can put a cockring on him to keep him hard as long as possible and ride him to your heart’s content, sweet baby would be so happy to wake up finding you in his lap using him for your own pleasure, he slurs out smth abt wanting to make you feel good then drops his head against your chest and falls right back asleep. you can also admire his body to the fullest when he’s asleep, running your hands along his muscles, toying with his nipples and pouty lips and dick, and kissing all over his skin without him shying away or trying to cover up for once 🥰 you can take your sweet time prepping him too if you want to peg him, pumping your fingers gently and methodically in and out of him for as long as you want before adding another, maybe even a third until he’s perfectly stretched out for you

he’d be the cutest sight when he wakes up w his messy curls and puffy face and droopy eyes ❤️‍🩹 he’d feel so relaxed and satisfied and maybe a lil sore, but he beams when you cover his face with kisses and coo over him for being a good boy who takes you so well even in his sleep

#ask #💌 channie #ive probably repeated myself a million times talking abt this topic but…i will never get sick of sleepy channie ㅠㅠ #i need to reupload take care…

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freminet-writings · 5 months

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i feel like we aren’t often enough considering how adorable vampire fremi would be.. vapire reader is all well and good but like.. hear me out.

sweet boy only ever drinks from blood bags and even then he feels bad and tries to stick to replacement blood/animal blood, and it’s making him weak, arle is concerned about his mission efficiency and tells lyney, who comes to you

inviting him into a nice night. a movie and some snacks, and the poor thing is so obviously worn down. sub par meals aren’t good to him

coaxing him onto your lap, reassuring him you don’t mind, he barely weighs anything. and pulling his head closer to your neck..

he doesn’t even realize he’s drooling at first, and when he does he’d freak out, trying to scramble off your lap while apologies fly out of his lips

when you eventually manage to get him to eat. the noises of him sucking and gasping in your ear. squirming on your lap, trying to grab at you and pull you closer

stroking his sides as he feeds. hed be so cute about it. little whines and gasps and hiccups, pulling back to lick at the skin near the wound, not even noticing that he’s getting hard, grinding against you unconsciously

he’d only even notice when he cums in his shorts, squealing against your neck as pleasure he didn’t even notice comes to a crescendo, trying to apologize for only a few minutes before you grab his hips and return the favour, fucking into his cute ass as he screams from overstimulation

idk if you wanted me to write this or not but i did a little 🥺 vampire freminet can have all my blood I don't mind bbg, i literally love this ur brain is so big

freminet was getting weaker, the blood from animals were just not as satisfying to him, but being the sweetheart he is, he doesn't want to hurt anyone with hia fangs, or drain them too much!

arlecchino of course, ever so observet of her children, knew that this would become a problem, if he's too weak to fight then he wouldn't be sent on missions, she told lyney to contact someone would be willing to be drank from

which is what started the two of you, sitting next to each other, with him looking sickingly pale, he had been avoiding looking at you the whole time, trying to pay attention on the movie that he couldn't even focus on

you crossed your arms and shook your head, taking matters into your own hands, you grabbed his arm and pulled him to your lap, hearing a weak squeak from him

you put your hand on his head, leaning your own back as a invitation "come on, you know you want it, i don't mind, really, that's why I'm here" you talked gently, making sure he knew your consent

"b-but...i could...hurt you" you shook your head gently "it's okay, it won't be anything to me, come on now..." you pushed his head slowly into your neck

he breathes in your scent and his eyes blow wide, a soft whimper leaving as drool gathers in his mouth, he starts leaning forward but stops, trying to move away "i-i shouldn't! I can't...!" you sigh and just pull him back in, he whines as his lips make contact with your soft neck

he can't move from the way your hand is forcing him closer, and he can't control his urges any longer, taking a deep bite, piercing through your skin easily, he gasps and holds onto you, eagerly licking and sucking away, blood coating his lips as he moaned ate the taste

"Mnph...oh...so...good" he couldn't think of anything else except how good you taste, your blood so fresh and warm, unlike the cold and old animal pouches he drank from, he tried moving eve closer, his senses completely taken over he didnt even register the way his hips began moving

his cock growing hard as he grinded into your thigh unknowingly, the sucking and licking growing faster, hands gripping your shoulders, his hips moved faster, the feeling so overwhelmingly pleasurable

he licked once more ashis hips jerked, cumming in his shorts as he gasps and moans, his eyes wide open, looking more lively than ever, it's only now he realizes what he's done and he burns red with shame

"i-i'm so sorry... please, i didn't mean to do all of that...i couldn't control myself" he hung his head low, tears brimming his pretty eyes, you didnt respond and he felt even more guilty

he was about to apologize when you pulled him down, pressing him against the couch and lifting one of his legs "h-huh? Ngh-!" he gasps as you slowly pushed inside of him, his own cock still leaking and twitching

"come on, you got something, so i should get something in return, shouldn't i?"

there was still your blood on his mouth as you kissed around his neck, thrusting into him, his eyes shutting tightly from the overwhelming pleasure and pain, still sensitive from a moment ago

"ah-! mnh~! w-wait, Nggh..." he could barely speak as you pounded into his ass, his tongue lulling out between his fangs as you fucked him "so good..." you grunted, he couldn't do anything as you pinned him down and took him ruthlessly

his moans became louder, turning into short screams as you, clenching around you he came again, squirming under you in a weak effort to escape, but his hand held onto yours and his hips moved onto yours

his mind was still foggy with the taste of your blood, and now he couldn't even think as you fucked into him, he wanted to keep this feeling forever, even as his cock twitched from overstimulation

his legs wrapped around your waist to push you deeper, hitting all sorts of spots that made his vision go white, your thrusts became sloppier, he grinded against you until you stopped, giving him a final thrust as you cum drips deep inside of him

he shivering from the feeling and his legs shook, gasping for air while you wiped drool and blood off his face "that wasn't so bad now, was it?" he just nodded while slowly calming down, maybe he could drink from a human as long as it was you

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #freminet x reader #freminet smut

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vampykween · 5 months

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Second Chances (part 2)

summary: little poppy is simon riley’s entire world and you’ve just had yours turned completely upside down. despite everything, it seems like everything falls into place when you’re with each other. cw: mentions of character death a/n: i wanted to dive into Simon and Poppy's backstory with this part so reader isn't really present in this but, i felt like it was important to establish some backstory ☻ this slightly proofread, but forgive me if there are any mistakes wc: 1789 part 1

Although his face doesn't show it, Simon is thrilled listening to Poppy talk his ear off on the walk home from school. He wouldn't dare admit he spent the whole day busying himself with household tasks to keep his mind from wandering to his little girl. As soon as they cross the threshold of their home Poppy is off like a shot, shrugging off her backpack and kicking off her black mary janes. Simon sighs fondly, hangs her backpack up on its hook, and deposits her shoes in their rightful spot on the shoe rack. One day he’ll get her to do it herself, but for now, he’s content with trailing after her and picking up every little thing she drops if it means she’ll always stay this young and innocent.

When he rounds the corner he’s met with the sight of Poppy scribbling on a large sheet of paper - her brand new box of crayons strewn across the living room table - and the sound of her favorite cartoon; which Simon finds mind-numbing but he grins and watches with her when she asks because he’ll be damned if he doesn't make her feel like the things she likes aren’t important to him.

“Whatcha working on there, lovie?” Simon asks with genuine curiosity, he hadn't expected her to come home with any work to do already. The young girl gestures to her crafts, “We’re making family trees at school, I’m a little bit stuck though daddy, I don't know who to put on the tree.” She pouts at him from her spot on the floor and Simon is hit with a wave of grief for the life his daughter could’ve had.

Six years ago

“Oh my god, Simon, are you even listening to me?!” Amelia snapped in Simon’s face as he zoned out on the couch. His body was firmly planted in their living room, but his mind wasn't. Pregnant. The word bounced around his brain like a pinball machine, he’s suddenly brought back to the present at the sound of his girlfriend's sobbing.

“God, I'm right in front of you and it’s like we're not even in the same room. I beg you time and time again to just be present with me, and you act like it’s so fucking hard.” Amelia hiccups and frustratedly wipes at her eyes, “if you don't want this tell me now, cause it’s hard enough feeling like you don't even love me, I can't imagine handling you not loving our child either.”

Simon turns sharply in her direction at her admission, he knows it’s rocky between them he’s no idiot, but to hear her say that he doesn’t love her, or wouldn't love their child fucking tears him up. He takes her hands in his, and tugs gently until she meets his eyes.

“Em, you have to know that I do love you, and hell I’m scared out of my mind right now, but god please don’t think for a second that I wouldn't love our child.” He pulls her into his arms and strokes her hair gently until her cries subside.

“I'm so scared Simon, you and I are not okay. What if that never changes?” Amelia asks somberly. She couldn't remember the last time she wasn't griping at Simon for something, or Simon giving her the silent treatment and storming off for hours at a time. She knew a baby wouldn't change that, hell it had been five years already and they still weren’t married. The wishful part of her hoped that Simon would say that he was going to change for good and that they would fix their relationship and become a happy family.

“We’ll figure it out, I promise yeah?” Simon had a way of looking at her like she was his world and for just a moment Amelia believed that everything would be okay.

Unsurprisingly things were not okay, Amelia woke in the middle of the night grasping her large bump in pain. She regrets her decision to make Simon sleep in the guest bedroom because now her options are to attempt to waddle and wake up her boyfriend? Baby daddy? Things were tense and she wasn't sure what they were anymore. The months she’s spent growing their little bundle of joy have been hellish; being pregnant exacerbated Amelia’s growing disdain for Simon and made every transgression seem far worse than ever before.

“God, Em, just let me do it. I don't need you hurting yourself.”

“Piss off Simon, I'm not a baby. I can handle building a crib by myself.”

Simon rolls his eyes but doesn't move from his spot in the doorway. Pretty much any conversation with his girlfriend was an argument waiting to happen. They both swore they would make it work, but it seemed like the longer time went on the more they were at each other’s throats.

Amelia braves the idea of trying to make it to Simon’s room when a contraction subsides. She trudged down the hallway to his room and pushed on his shoulder roughly to rouse him.

“Simon. Simon, wake up.”

“What do ya want,” he questions groggily, still half asleep.

“The baby’s fucking coming, get up. I'm dying in pain over here.”

He shoots up at her words, panic settling into his bones as he realizes that this is it. They were about to come home with a baby, they were seriously going to be parents. He smiles brightly at her in the dark room, only slightly lit by the moonlight because Simon still hadn't put up the curtains she asked him to. Amelia wanted to tell him to wipe the stupid grin off his face because she was pissy and in excruciating pain, but a part of her couldn't help but smile too. Maybe they would come home with their little bundle of joy and everything would be different.

The sound of small cries fills the hospital room and Simon is sure he’s never cried so hard in his life.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl,” the nurse says as she lays the tiny baby on Amelia's chest. She smiles down at their little girl, but it’s wobbly and the color is rapidly draining from her face. Before he could have a second to even bask in, what he’s sure is the best moment of his life, the sound of machines beeping erratically and the flurry of nurses surrounding Amelia has him paralyzed with fear.

The sterile smell of the hospital was burning his nostrils with every shaky breath he inhaled. They kept saying something about Amelia losing too much blood and that they needed to act fast and a million other things, but it felt as if his ears were filled with cotton and his head was trapped underwater. Simon’s heart was beating like a hummingbird trapped in a cage; he couldn't handle losing another person he loved. Why was it that everyone around him seemed to be viciously ripped from him?

Poppy, the name they had decided on just a few short days ago, was on the verge of having no mother and a grief-addled skeleton for a father. His lungs couldn’t hold enough air and suddenly he felt dizzy, he thought for a moment about what it would be like to let this day be his end too. But he then thought of his little girl growing up, traumatized from being abandoned as soon as she entered the world. Simon was not a man made of tears, but he found himself shedding them freely in the cold, hard hospital chairs as he waited to see if his entire world was about to come crashing down. He chides himself for all the arguments they had had recently, he can't even remember the last time he told Em that he loved her. He did love her, even if he wasn't able to love her the way she so desperately wanted him to.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a doctor comes out where he’s sat, and he feels his throat constrict at the look on her face.

“Mr. Riley, we did everything we could…”

Whatever she says after doesn't even register because he feels like the room is spinning and he can't breathe and he's going to die he’s sure of it. What did he do to deserve the cards he had been dealt? How was he supposed to go home and take care of his daughter and act like he didn't have to plan on how he was going to bury her mother?

Simon is hit with flashes of the future of all these he knows nothing about like periods, relationships, and all the things a little girl wants her mother for.

At that very moment, Simon had nothing but Poppy. He wanted to lock himself in his home and never face the light of day again, but he knew that for her, he needed to be her everything. And that meant, trudging through every painful, sinister day so she never feels anything short of loved irrevocably.

The shrill sound of Poppy crying has been Simon’s soundtrack for the better part of the day now. As if the small infant knows he’s inadequate, and most definitely not her mother, she wails loudly no matter what he does to soothe her.

Amelia would know what to do, she was always the type to have her nose buried in parenting books, and if Simon even had a moment's peace maybe he’d pick one up. That unfortunately meant going into her bedroom, not even their bed because they had been fighting and sleeping in separate rooms right before their daughter was born. The door at the end of the hall has been closed since he got home from the hospital a week ago. Every time he thinks he’s ready to brave the room, his stomach twists in knots so tight he has to remind himself he’s okay and that he’s alive.

Simon rocks his newborn gently in his arms as he sinks into the couch, sighing at the way he can still smell a hint of her mother’s perfume. He’d give anything to have Amelia ripping into him right now, just to hear the sound of her voice.

He looks down at Poppy, who magically has granted him a reprieve from her sobs, and smiles softly at her. “You look just like your mother, ya know that? You’ve got a bit of my ugly mug in there too, but your eyes? That’s all her.” The baby blinks up at him and Simon leans down and kisses the crown of her head gently. “It’s just gonna be you and I kid, but I promise I'll do my very best with ya.”

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#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #dad!ghost #dad!simon #oc: poppy #cw: character death #second chances au #mic writes

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wolfiesmoon · 6 months

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Making exceptions

Baji x fem!reader

yikes i need copium AND LOTS OF IT (reminds me of a certain long-haired cult leader, or something)

Here's to a good tokyo rev fic debut🙇‍♀️🥂

Warnings: delinquent style™ hurt/comfort to fluff and lots of swearing (but that's on brand for tr anyways)

"Where the hell were you?! I was-" Baji practically broke down the rooftop door, pausing when he noticed your red, cried out face.

You quickly looked away even though you knew he already saw your tears. You've been avoiding him all day, knowing that he'll realise something is up with you straight away if you talked to him.

You thought you finally got him off your trail by sneaking onto the rooftop to cry it out but somehow he saw you leaving.

"Who do I need to kill?" The ominous tone of that question both completely surprised you yet felt completely on-brand for him.

"Don't... go beating up people... please..." you forced out, trying to overpower your hiccups.

"That's not what I was asking. Who the fuck do I need to kill?"

You flinched a little. "I know *hic* you wouldn't..." you knew the basic gist of Toman. That isn't what they do. You wiped your tear-stained cheeks, finally looking up at him. He looked livid, or atleast it looked like an angry face with your blurred vision.

He sighed. "Just tell me."

You can't possibly do that, because the person who made you cry is him. You see, you are hopelessly in love with Baji Keisuke. But the only thing he seems even remotely interested in is his gang. Which is fine, but it really does get to you sometimes.

You've tried everything to stop crushing on him but unfortunately for you, your stubborn heart refuses to let up.

"It's me..." you lied, making up some excuse of failing a test you studied really hard for.

"Did you really think I'd fall for that, idiot?"

You figured. He's too smart for his own good sometimes. It always takes you by surprise, considering his abysmal grades. Definitely not book smart. Or maybe his gang activities just keep him too busy to consider picking up a book.

You looked away again and heard the sound of him sitting down next to you.

"You seriously piss me off when you don't tell me what's wrong. You're lucky you're a girl, or I would beat your ass when you do that."

You laughed somewhat dryly, wiping away the tears on your cheeks. "Lucky me..."

A short silence followed, only interrupted by your ocassinal hiccups and sniffles.

"Are you gonna tell me or do I have to break my 'no-hitting-women' rule?" You could feel his eyes on you. You don't want an innocent person to recieve a beating and saying it's your own problem clearly didn't work, so your only option is....

"Listen... this isn't the best situation to say I'm about to say, but hear me out." You looked up, staring at the bright blue sky. Your vision was starting to clear up.

You didn't see it, but he raised an eyebrow in question.

"I like you. No, I'm in love with you." It simultaneously felt like there was a weight lifted off your shoulders and that ten more were placed on top. You're just desperate to ruin your friendship with him, aren't you?

"I knew that! Why the fuck are you crying over me...?" His words brought your still slightly red, glassy eyes to his, and a sentence jumbled in your throat, coming out as a strange groan.

"You k-knew?! This whole time?!" You tried again, clenching your shirt in your hand.

"You were making it pretty fucking obvious. Even Chifuyu noticed you acting weird." Baji still looked angry, this time at you, but you had a feeling he was very relieved deep down.

"Then... why didn't you say anything?" You held your hand against your forehead in embarrasment. Were you really being that obvious?

"I was waiting for you to confess, did you expect me to casually say 'it's real obvious you're crushing on me' one day?" He raised a brow, moving a part of his hair away from his eyes.

"Fair enough..." the fact he waited for you to confess on your own accord sparked a certain feeling in your chest. Speaking of confessions...

"So, uhh, what's your answer...?" you're not sure why you're even asking. He's made it clear multiple times he isn't interested in girls and relationships.

It is the entire reason you've been on the verge of tears all day.

"Why the hell not. I've been looking for new thrills lately anyways." Your eyes widened, taking a few seconds to properly process his words. You must have looked spaced out of your mind at that moment.

He said it non-chalantly, like he couldn't care less if it was you or another girl but somehow you knew that wasn't the case. You knew he was glad that it's you.

"Well, I'll be damned." You were honestly in too much shock to properly react to the fact he just agreed to be your boyfriend.

He smiled at you widely, showcasing his sharp teeth. "What's up with that reaction? You want me to beat your ass?"

"I'm happy! Trust me, I'm happy!" You yelled out as if you were scared but you knew he didn't mean it.

Does this mean you'll be the primary target if Baji gets into trouble with another gang and they decide to take revenge? How will your life change now? Will your parents approve of a boyfriend like him? Somehow, you never really thought about things like that until that moment.

...Hmmm, maybe the danger is worth it.

#˗ˏˋ ★ ♡ 「Wolfie’s other works」 ♡ ★ ˎˊ˗#oof now i'm worried if he's ooc☹#i might delete this later #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #baji keisuke #baji x reader #baji x you #baji x y/n #baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you

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redflagshipwriter · 2 months

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Nest Swap 4 progress

Now with 200% more bat!

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“Alright, have a good day.” Tim handed the clipboard back to a stone-faced delivery guy and took the package from Miss Fox back to his technology lair. He got a glass of water on the way down and then went about reproducing the experiment that Tam asked for.

She wouldn't give him details. But from the instructions and reported results, Tim was pretty sure that some employee had misrepresented their process. To what end, he didn't know. He was just the science guy, not a detective guy.

Although if he had to guess he'd say that they had switched out a needed chemical to hide that the supply was lower than recorded.

But whatever. That wasn't his business.

Tim happily went about science, recreating a corrosive liquid that would supposedly eat through reinforced metal. He had to make the Wayne tech protective coating for the metal as well to do the experiment properly. When he finished that he carefully dipped metal sheets in it and set them to drip dry. Then he turned back to the acid project.

Supposedly, the acid had been a failure. Tim thought it should work. Apparently Tam did, too.

The screens around the room all went black. He wasn't even using them but it was a hard thing to miss in your peripheral vision.

Tim groaned. “What now?” He asked the room. He clanged a piece of metal to the tabletop. “I am trying to finish this.”

Had he tripped some kind of security protection? Maybe they had all gone to sleep without getting a password at spaced intervals?

To be perfectly clear, Tim did not expect any kind of response.

Therefore he was startled halfway out of his skin when a female laugh came barrelling out of the speakers of the largest mounted screen.

He crossed his arms in a sulk.

“Tim?” She asked, after she caught her breath. “You're tiny.”

His face was catastrophically cranky: he could see it reflected back in the black screen. It was a perfect replica of Janet Drake discovering after she had formatted her latest paper in Chicago Style that the publication required the savagery of MLA formatting.

She laughed again. It ended with a hiccup.

‘Whoever this is, she can see me. She must be someone who knows me if I gave her that kind of access.’

“I'm not sure we're friends,” Tim announced, because it was time to face the facts: these people all knew a version of him, and that Tim was bigger. At least like, three inches. “I'm aware that I am small. I am working on it.” He glowered at the computer she seemed to be using.

It would take what, two years top for a major growth spurt? They could just chew bubblegum until then.

“Is that what you're doing now?”

Tim sighed. “No, I'm doing something for Tam,” he admitted. He scrubbed at his face with a hand. “Probably a good time for a break.” He started to tidy up.

“Yeah, so, I guess I can tell Dick that you haven't been kidnapped by lions or whatever it is he's talking about,” the lady said. The line turned to static for a second, then back just as quickly. “You, uh, need some help?”

“Absolutely not.” Tim shook his head in a sharp, decisive Jack Drake movement. “I don't need to be babied.”

“...I can see why you think you're in danger of it.” She snorted again. “Unblock Dick, please, he's got delicate feelings and I think we both have plans for tonight that don't involve him scaling your walls to find a way in.”

“....I'll unblock him,” Tim took the L gracefully. “I appreciate your silence on this matter.”

She snorted again. “Sorry.” She didn't sound very sorry. “It's just- your little businessman voice is so funny. I'm sorry, Tim.”

He looked up at the ceiling for patience.

“Oracle out.”

All the screens returned to normal. Tim let out a big long sigh and went back upstairs, taking his empty water class with him. At least he had a name, right? Oracle. He'd gotten a call from Oracle.

He mentally arranged the facts as he trudged up the stairs.

Fact one: he had replaced a Tim, who was Tim Drake-Wayne. (Upsetting information).

Drake-Wayne had to be fundamentally the same Tim as he was, given that both Tam and Oracle had immediately recognized him.

Fact two: Tim D-W was a vigilante.

Fact three: That was really cool.

Tim reached the top and made a mental note to enroll in some martial arts classes when he got back home. If he had potential to fight crime, of course he was going to do that. He unblocked Dick: oh no, Dick Wayne. He'd blocked Robin. He felt mortified. It was so obvious in retrospect. He put the phone down on the table, stomach twisting in social agony.

The phone immediately lit up with messages.

Well. Robin should be less annoying, if he didn't wanna get blocked.

He clambered onto the counter to search through for anything that would make a good lunch.

“... I'm terrible,” Tim complained. He stuck his head fully into the cupboard as if there might be something good at the back. “This sucks!”

Alright. Something had to be done. Tim decisively climbed down, using an open drawer as a step. He shut it with his heels and then went in search of a wallet. He needed a credit card and to find a delivery service.

He was going to act on faith that big Tim D-W wasn't going to ruin his life, even though he was a loser. Tim was doing a great job keeping Tim D-W’s life afloat. That merited some payment.

He converted that payment into a huge order to a grocery delivery service. He referenced Tam’s package to get the address.

The order was simple: fruits, breakfast meat, lots of bakery bread, and sandwich fillings. He was going to have tuna salad with cucumber and lettuce. He was going to learn to make egg salad. Optimistically, he even added melty cheese to the order and a can of tomato soup mix: grilled cheese couldn't be that hard, right?

He rounded off the order with lots of individually packaged drinks: milk and juice boxes, cans of grape Zesti, and hot cocoa powder.

"…This is so exciting,” Tim said to his empty apartment. His. In a very real and meaningful way, it was his apartment. He was totally unsupervised. Neat!

The phone buzzed again. When he picked it up it said “Jason.”

Tim blue screened. Tim dropped the credit card with a clatter. It disappeared under the table and he didn't even think to look for it.

Jason. Omigod, Jason. Jason was a person who existed. He'd forgotten.

All the pieces came together in a beautiful flash of light. He wasn't in a troubled huge age-difference relationship with Bruce (21 year difference) or Dick (9 year difference) . He'd gotten married to Jason Wayne, the kid that Bruce had brought home like a day ago according to the Gotham Gazette. (3 year difference: normal.)

The phone was still ringing. Tim picked it up with numb fingers. “Hello?”

“Hey, Timbers,” said a male voice. It was low, rough, and impatient. “You freaked Dickiebird out and he's been squawking at me all day. Tell me how many pieces you're in.”

Tim looked down at his body. “Just the one,” he said, voice coming out breathy. It felt like his being was floating outside his body. Wow. This was his boy- no, husband? Holy moly. He couldn't cope with that, he had to stick with boyfriend. He bit his lip. He had to make a good impression.

“...You sound about 10 years old there,” Jason said. He didn't hide his amusement. “You been huffing helium, babybird?”

Tim went bright red at the pet name. Painfully red. His face was on fire.

Jason took his silence as a response. “Alright, alright, keep your clothes on. You must be sick as fuck, poor thing. No wonder you didn't come out to play last night.”

Tim slapped his hands on his face and tried not to hyperventilate.

“I wasn't calling for Dick, don't get it twisted.” Jason cleared his throat, tone a little odd. “I picked up on something - I think one of my ongoing cases dips into your patrol area. You gonna come out on patrol tonight?”

“...No,” Tim said. There was no way that would go well. He didn't know martial arts yet.

Jason cursed, but he didn't sound mad about it. “Fair enough,” he muttered. “Uh, think you could do some surveillance for me?”

Tim nodded. Then he felt dumb and cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

…He felt even dumber. What should he say? This was his boyfriend. The stakes were so high. He had never wanted anyone to like him more.

Jason rattled off an address. It, like everything Jason had said, was going to live inside Tim’s head forever in perfect clarity. “Thanks,” he added after, a bit begrudgingly. “This guy's real fucking sick, been making human sausage.”

Tim… wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but it sounded really bad. “I'll do my best,” he promised.

“Yeah…” Jason trailed off. “Maybe you should take a nap, some meds. That's a terrible hoarse throat. Don't kick your own ass on my account, okay?”

“Okay,” Tim helplessly echoed, and hung up. He sat in silence for a solid minute afterwards.

#red nest swap #dc fanfic #tim drake deaged #tim drake

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midnighmoonligh · 4 months

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Call of Duty

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Characters

Y/N ; Gender Neutral ; They/Them ; little

Simon "Ghost" Riley ; He/Him ; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Violence, War stuff, COD yk.

Cursing here and there.

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Plot Summary

Y/N was having a hard time with your friends. You just wanted to be hugged, just for a few seconds. Simon fell victim.

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You and Ghost weren't close, but you got along well enough. You had your moments on missions you got assigned on together here and there. But otherwise, you guys didn't talk much. You had a relationship where you both agreed to tolerate each other, that's as far as it went.

Ghost was talking to a new recruit, giving them advice on hand to hand combat. He didn't even notice you come up to him. He jumped a little in surprise when you hugged him from behind and leaned against him. Though he told you to fuck off, you wouldn't let go even after he tried pushing you off.

" Fuckin' hell let go already, " he groaned, not even noticing that the recruit had left, leaving you and Ghost alone.

You had been ignored by your friends all day. There wasn't really a reason why you picked Ghost of all people to attach yourself to, but it was obvious you wouldn't be letting go anytime soon. Your eyes pooled with tears while you struggled not to regress, hands gripping onto poor Ghost's clothing.

You just wanted to be held, just for a little while. You felt so abandoned by the people you cared about right now.

The poor rookie Ghost had been talking to became extremely awkward. She looked back and forth between you two before taking a free steps back. Her eyes caught the Lieutenants, causing a yelp to escape her. She shrunk down out of anxiety.

" Excuse me sir-" she quickly excused before scrambling off. It left you and Ghost alone in the room.

Ghost grumbled and looked at you up and down before saying, " Kid, I told you to leave, " he was trying to get you off him, but you were still clinging to him. His eyes were beginning to soften a bit, although he didn't want anyone to notice.

You finally let go... sort of. You let go enough that you weren't hugging Ghost to death. However, your fingers still held onto the heme of his shirt. A few tears escaped your eyes, but you kept your head down, staring at the floor. With how hard you glared at the floor, it could've burned holes into it. You were angry, at your friends. So frustrated that they kept doing this, ignoring you, to you. Most of all you felt frustrated with yourself.

Ghost sighs and then looks down at you, his expression is a little surprised, but he still looks annoyed.

" What do you want? I thought I told you to get lost. I'm not a babysitter, " he says, crossing his arms over his chest. Although he was trying to be harsh, his tone was softer than he intended.

You didn't blame Ghost for what he said. You guys barely spoke, unless on field together. You lifted his free hand and tried to wipe away your tears while yiur bottom lip trembled. You didn't even know yourself why you came to Ghost.

Gently, you tugged on Ghost's shirt, as if he'd be able to understand somehow.

He seemed confused for a moment at what you wanted, but then he realized what you were gesturing towards. He sighs, seemingly giving in, and he bends down to pick you up. As he came back up, he glanced around to see if anyone was watching, but they're out of sight for now. As you were picked up, you arms gently wrapped around Ghost's neck, resting lazily on his shoulders. You completely slumped against him, clearly feeling better by the action. Though you let out small hiccups as you quietly cried. You were trying to stop but instead miserably failing.

" There, " he mutters, " Now you're satisfied I suppose. Now what? Get it over with then. "

Ghost seems annoyed still, but doesn't have the heart to put you back down just yet. Even if you were to be spotted like this, it would be fine. They wouldn't understand why he would let this happen, but it was clear you needed something, and he wasn't going to deny you that. Ghost sighs and he continues to stand here with you in his arms, feeling you relax against his body. He begins stroking your hair as he waits for you to finally calm down.

You only were like this, crying, for a few minutes after Ghost began to stroke his hair. It was maybe twenty minutes in total before you calmed down. You moved one of your arms to his chest, quietly sucking on his thumb as you kept completely slumped against him, practically curling into the larger man's chest.

" What's with the thumb sucking? " he asked, his tone was confused but gentle.

The instructor's weren't close enough to hear, so you didn't need to worry about that. Ghost was gently rocking you back and forth in his arms. His gaze was focused on your thumb, he was a bit confused. He's never seen someone who's not a toddler do that.

You didn't really reply. You we're so tired and the crying had made your regress. No that you could control it. You wished you could, but your regression is involuntary. You shifted a little in Ghost's arms to be closer to him, though it was literally impossible. You found himself cuddling into you, hiding even.

Your eyes flickered closed off and on sleepily as he rocked you. It only made you relax more. Even if you're an adult, you're acting like you're a young child. If Ghost was honest, seeing that was... oddly calming for a reason he hasn't ever been able to put a finger on. His eyes keep going back to your thumb, and he has a look on his face that's hard to explain. It's somewhere between curiosity and confusion.

You felt so little, falling deeper into little space. You cuddled into Ghost's chest as a small yawn escaped you. You felt so safe in his arms.

Ghost's voice was soft when he spoke in reply to your yawn, " Tired? "

You gave a small nod, you did feel tired. To you, your body felt heavy from how tired you felt. You nuzzled into his chest, fingers of your free hand gently holding his shirt. You refused to let go, as if he'd disappear. You could feel his body shift just a little, just so he could hold you comfortably. He kept rocking you back and forth, the movement seemed to keep you calm. Ghost was still confused a bit, by your thumb sucking and now the yawning. He wasn't expecting the behavior of a little child from someone who wasn't a child. He wondered what this was about.

Ghost doesn't know what to do in this situation.

You're acting like a child, and you're clinging onto him.

The only thing that makes Ghost think you're an adult still, is your height and your size. Everything else is screaming to his brain that you're probably a toddler now. His gaze goes to your thumb, you're still sucking on it. It's as if you're a toddler clinging to their security blanket. He swallowed thickly.

" Kid? Are you alright?... "

You shifted a little bit, clearly having fallen asleep for a few seconds before hearing Ghost speak. You let out a tired yawn, moving your free hand to rub his eyes childishly. Your mannerisms were so different compared to before. You gave a small nod though, reassuring Ghost that you are, indeed, okay. This seemed to sooth the older man.

A quiet chuckle escaped him. He still didn't understand what was going on. You still have your thumb in your mouth, you acted exactly how a toddler would. Ghost looks at you for a moment, and for a few seconds, this situation felt normal. There was a little child in his arms, and he felt like a father watching his child go to sleep. But then he snapped out of that, remembering that adults don't act like children.

By the time Ghost shook off that mentality, you had fallen asleep. Your thumb lightly hung from your lips while you let out soft, calm, breaths.

Ghost still felt confused by this, but you seemed perfectly fine. You were just acting like a child, there was nothing that seemed wrong.

He let out a faint sigh, and decided to take you back to your bunk. He took each step carefully, trying not to make any loud noises. He eventually made it to your bunk, and he put you on the bed, leaving your thumb in your mouth. He then sat on the edge of the lower bunk, carefully watching you, just in case anything was wrong.

Once set into the bed, you curled up on instinct. You shifted for a few minutes before settling down and falling right back to sleep. Your thumb kept in your mouth while you slept peacefully all curled up in a small ball.

Ghost was still conflicted, confused even. You didn't look sick or anything, and you weren't in any physical pain. Yet, you acted as if you were a tiny child. Your mannerisms and behavior were nothing like that of a grown adult. But then, even after he had thought that, he saw you curl up and go back to sleep, just like a little child.

" What the hell, " he muttered softly, leaning his head back against the wall behind him.

As his eyes flickered over to you, he spotted you softly chewing on your thumb. It made him smile a little. Ghost's eyes soften after as he watched you. His expression seemed a little concerned, but he didn't understand why he felt that way.

He sighed and stood, moving over to the closet in the bunk to bring out a blanket. After a moment, he covered you up with the small blanket, tucking you in so you don't get cold. Ghost then stood there watching you for a few seconds. He watched as you nuzzle into the new warmth of the blanket. He stood there unmoving until he realized he should really let you rest.

Ghost took one last look at you before he left. He made sure you were comfortable before he left the room. That's when a thought ran through his mind, and his eyes widened a bit.

Did you just regress in front of him?

He had no idea why a fully grown adult would regress, but he had a gut feeling that's what had just happened.

***

The next morning, you were up and doing your usual routine on base. You looked just fine and no longer was regressed, at least for now. You had gotten some amazing sleep, the best sleep you've gotten in a long time.

Currently, you were helping some rookie with cleaning their gun, giving tips and generally teaching them.

Ghost kept an eye on you, but he didn't want to interfere. He was honestly still confused by why you had regressed like that, but he figured it probably wasn't the best idea to ask just yet. He was also still a little surprised to see you acting your age and no longer in that childish state from last night, not that he knew that much about age regression.

After about an hour, the rookie thanked you and left, leaving you by yourself. You still felt odd considering the new recruits as rookies, given just tow years ago you were one too. You gathered a few things, making sure everything got placed back where it needed to go while trying to clear your mind for you next task of the day.

Ghost had been watching the rookie leave, but he looked at you when you were about to place everything in its correct spots. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looming over you unintentionally from afar. He didn't know how to approach you right now. He was awful at this, emotions and bonding with people. It was so much easier when the other person was an extrovert.

" You going to keep staring at me like I grew two heads or-? " you joked as you slipped some things into place again. You glanced over to him as a playful smile crossed your lips.

Thank god you said something.

" No, " he bluntly replied. His cool demeanor back at full force. Not that he was all that warm the other day. Ghost pushed himself off his heels and walked towards you, standing beside you but keeping an arms length away.

" Last night..." he muttered, his tone was gentle, "...Were you regressed?...."

You took a moment to process what Ghost had said, however when you did he looked away with shame. Your head lowered, slightly hiding behind your messy hair.

" Yeah, " you admitted awkwardly, anxiously even.

He was a bit surprised by your quick answer, but he is very gentle about this information.

" Why?..." he asked, not in a condescending or questioning tone of voice, just out of curiosity. His tone is still gentle and calm, he even sounds slightly concerned.

" If I knew that I wouldn't regress at all, " you chuckled with a playful smile, though a weak one. You were trying to make the conversation less awkward. Your gaze practically burned into the floor.

" I'm sorry, " you whispered.

Ghost let's out a small sigh, " Don't be, I'm just curious. And you don't need to apologize. It was just... really strange to see. "

He doesn't mention the word 'cute' but when he was saying strange, he meant it in a good way. He couldn't deny how cute you looked while you were regressed last night. However he felt that it would only add to the tension in the air right now.

" It's not that, I'm sorry I did it, " you clarified with a small shake of your head.

You fidgeted with your hands, picking at your gloves with nothing but pure guilt showing on your expression.

" How long does this last? When you regress, I mean, " he added after a few moments.

You lifted your head a bit at the question. It surprised you with how much interest Ghost was showing in your regression. With a deep breath, you looked away and gently swung your hands back and forth at your sides a few times. Then they settled down. You shifted your weight to be more on your heels.

" I mean, it depends. The shortest I've gone is an hour. The longest I've regressed was... a year, " he hesitantly spoke.

Ghost's head raises a bit in surprise, " A year? " He cleared his throat before gathering his thoughts again. " Wait...a year? As in 365 days...that long?..." He is speechless by that, he wasn't expecting to hear that the longest regression you've had was a full year.

You stared at the floor, giving a nod to confirm Ghost had heard you correctly. You gently leaned back against the table behind you. Your heart was racing in your chest. You didn't remember much about that year, but every time someone reacted like this it always made you feel so guilty about it. You couldn't even control it, but people managed to make you feel this way.

Ghost was speechless for a few moments. He just stared at you in disbelief, and you could tell he wasn't expecting that at all.

" Are you...you're not joking right?... You're serious?... " his voice was quiet, still processing the information you gave him. You were regressed for a full year? How is that even possible?

" I wouldn't joke about something like this, " you mumbled as you gently rubbed one of your arms in an attempt of self comfort. You didn't know what to think of Ghost asking you so many questions about your regression.

Ghost's mind had gone completely blank. A full year, what could make someone regress for a year? He didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to ask, but he didn't want to be rude or hurtful if this was something sensitive.

" A year...did something happen? "

You only gave a small shrug. You didn't reply for a long while, maybe about thirty minutes in the least before you sighed in defeat.

" I was having a hard time in high school. I don't really remember that year, but I remember the beginning of it. I don't know what triggered it, but it just felt better to be that way. "

Ghost's eyes widened a bit when you finally told him *why* you regressed for that long.

" You don't remember a whole year because you regressed? " he asked, a genuine and gentle look on his face. He seemed a bit confused, but he understood the reason behind it. High school definitely wasn't the easiest period of time for anyone. " Did you need anything to end it? Or did it just end on its own? "

You gave a small shrug at the first question. You weren't really sure how to reply, so that's what you settled for. The next you could answer, at least.

" I don't know, I guess it ended on its own. Eventually I just started regressing less and less. "

" Did you have anyone to help you while you were regressed for that year? Or a way to make sure you were safe? " he was now a little worried about what you went through, he still couldn't believe that a person could regress that long. " Were you ever in danger? "

" Yeah I did have someone, " you reassured quickly.

" Did they know how to help and take care of you? "

The question surprised you a little. It was the past, so you weren't sure why he was focusing on it so much. Obviously you ended out just fine, you were still here living. Ghost seemed really focused on what you just said, he was just making sure you were alright when you regressed that much.

" If you don't mind me asking, who was the person that helped you during that time? "

" Yes they did, " you sighed, looking visibly uncomfortable by the topic. " And I rather not talk in depth about this, please. "

Ghost nods, letting you know he understands that. He doesn't want to pry any further.... but he does have one last question, " I know you don't want to talk about it in depth, but can you at least tell me how the person who helped you during that time was related to you? Family, close friend, significant other, etc? "

" Ghost, " you warned in a low tone.

He sighed, he didn't want to push you to talk about something so sensitive. He knew he should've held his tongue, " Right, sorry. I understand. "

As he finally dropped it, you felt the tension drop from your shoulders.

" I apologize, I shouldn't have asked that, " he gave a more clear apology.

You can tell his tone is sincere, he really was just apologizing for pushing the question that far when it was obviously causing some emotional pain for you. Either way, you weren't really upset with him. You just wanted him to stop pushing.

" Alright, I won't ask about it again. Can I ask an unrelated question though? " Ghost offered. The offer made you raise an eyebrow.

" Yes you can, just be respectful. "

" Do you like me? " he randomly asked.

He isn't asking that question in a romantic or inappropriate manner. He has noticed more and more how your mannerisms and personality seemed to change depending on who you're interacting with. He was honestly just curious as to your true thoughts of him.

You blinked in surprise by the question. You weren't really sure how to answer. You guy's weren't close, hardly could call each other friends. Honestly, this is the first time they've ever really talked one on one that didn't involve a mission.

" Well I don't hate you, " you chuckled.

Ghost gave a small chuckle, " Well yeah, I kind of figured. But I meant in a more personal sense. Like, you know, do you see me as a friend, or you feel neutral about me? "

He wanted to get a grasp on where you stood concerning your relationship with him. He may not be your closest friend, but he wasn't your enemy either.

You hummed in thought, looking away from him as you placed an item back where it went. " I guess neutral then. "

Ghost nods, he's fine with the answer he received. He didn't need you to outright say you were his friend. This would leave him content. Besides, it made sense. He wasn't entirely sure why he was concerning himself with this, with your opinion of him. After seeing you regressed yesterday, he guessed he felt the need to feed that curiosity of your relationship.

" Can I be honest with you about something? " he asked, his tone was genuine.

" Only if you want, " you replied with a soft shrug, not really caring what Ghost did and didn't share with him. Regardless, he'd cherish it.

While waiting for his reply, you finally finish up putting everything back where it went. With the task now done, you stood facing the older man with your arms crossed over your chest. You remained patient for him. However, much to your surprise, he spoke fairly quickly.

" I think you're cute. "

Ghost hadn't meant it in a romantic sense, but the sincerity in his tone is sincere. Your regressed behavior was the most adorable thing he saw in a long time, and he couldn't help but be drawn to it.

" I mean, uh, I didn't mean it like in a romantic sense, " he awkwardly clarified.

You were surprised by the complement. You blinked a few times before your expression softened at Ghost's awkward clarification. It was funny to him, though appreciated. Out of little space you weren't interested in romantics, besides books and movies. You're aromantic, to put it simply.

" Thank you, that's sweet, " you chuckled out with a rare smile.

" You really were cute though, I had no idea you acted like that. It was..." Ghost's words trail off, but his gentle smile on his face remains. You were really adorable when you regressed. Something about that was...comforting for him, it was soothing in a way.

You gave a small nod, gently fidgeting with your hands in front of yourself. You chewed the inside of your cheek as a for seconds silence fell between them. It was comfortable.

" If... if you're comfortable with it, you can see me like that again. Regressed, I mean. "

Ghost's eyes widen a bit. He had never expected you to offer such a thing. Frankly, he didn't think he would ever see you regressed like that again. Surprise over took his excitement, at least for now.

" You...would let me see that again? Are...are you sure? Are you comfortable with me seeing you like that? " He sounded a bit nervous, but also excited to see you in that state. It had caught his attention and he loved the way you acted in that regressed state.

You inhaled slowly and deeply to rid yourself of your nerves. " I am, but it's 100% your decision. I understand if you don't want to. "

Ghost's mind was going through a lot of different thoughts about this. Does it change anything to our relationship? Is it weird to be comfortable with seeing someone regress? But at the same time...

" I...I guess I'm comfortable seeing you regress again...if you're really sure about this...that it's okay for me to see you like that again..." His voice is quiet, he's still unsure if it's the right decision to agree to this. What if it turns out wrong?

" I have things to take care of still, but I'm free tomorrow if you are, " you offered.

Ghost nodded, " Sure, I think tomorrow sounds good...I can stop by after you finish your regular tasks for the day. Would that be alright with you? "

He's still a bit nervous but he's getting more comfortable with this choice. He had really enjoyed seeing you regressed, and if you were comfortable with agreeing to this, he felt the same way. It would be a nice way to unwind.

" Mm, my room probably wouldn't work. My bunk mates are always around, " you sighed and shook your head. " Lazy ass's, " you grumbled.

* Hm...maybe you could come stay with me in my room? I don't have any issues there. It would be a bit more private anyway, " Ghost offered the solution with ease.

It made you nervous. You never expected to see Ghost's room. Frankly, you never thought you'd share a conversation with him. This felt awkward, yet you were glad to form a bond with him. Maybe it would be useful in the future.

" If you're sure then okay, " you replied with a small nod.

Ghost was sure about this decision. He felt comfortable with seeing you regress, and felt comfortable with you being able to relax around him and be your true self. It'll be wonderful for him to watch you go through that again, and to be able to be a part of it all once more.

" Alright, it's settled then. I'll see you tomorrow then, right? "

Before you could reply, the same rookie from before popped in an asked for your help. You flashed Ghost a sheepish smile before giving a quick wave of goodbye and following the person out of the room. The plans were made, you were just a bit busy still.

Ghost looked a bit disappointed that you were called away suddenly, but he understood. And besides, you were going to see each other tomorrow anyway. He just nods, knowing that at this point, you'll be seeing each other in roughly a day, so he decides it would just be best to wait it out and not take up more of your time.

" See you tomorrow then, " he said, giving you a wave of goodbye.

He then stepped out of your room as well, leaving you to take care of your duties and tasks for the day.

Alarms blared through your system. Your body shot awake, releasing you from the nightmare it had previously trapped you inside of. While your body shook, you struggled to get your hands on your alarm clock. Even after you managed that, it took several tries to get it off.

Six A.M.

That's what the time showed. A groan escaped your lips as you rolled over onto your side. Your roommates were already lecturing you about your alarm, complaining that you are always slow to even reply to it, let alone turn it off. You couldn't really help it. Most of the time, the noise was the only thing that ever let you escape the torture your mind pushed your through.

You pulled your blanket over your head after hearing the door shut. Silence, finally. Your body slowly began to calm before you were reminded of your plans. Apart of you wanted to cancel. You were severely needing rest, in many ways. However you knew regressing would also help you rest well.

After twenty minutes you finally peeled yourself from the nest you had made in such a short amount of time. You weren't shaking as terribly, but it was still there. As you got up, you quickly got yourself ready. You threw on comfortable clothing, clothing that you could leave the room in without turning heads... which was just a sweater and sweatpants. The sweater was a lighter grey then your sweatpants, not your choice, but they're warm as fuck.

It's cold today.

You noticed the cool breeze creeping through the window in your room. The damn thing never shut all the way, leaving the room freezing cold at night. Especially in the winter.

Now dressed you decide that maybe you should bring a few things, just in case. You grab this work backpack from under your bed, an ugly green shade, then open it. You begin to decide what you'll bring.

Your favorite stuffie, a friend for your favorite stuffie, a small case of Pacifiers (it held two) that were clean, a sippy cup, then a change of clothes.

You never really know, frankly. Things happened and it was never a bad thing that those things happened. Chewing on your bottom lip, you make sure that's everything you could think of needing. Maybe you should bring some things to do?

With a quick glance, you notice it's already almost seven. A curse escapes you, one you quickly wince at. This nightmare had been bad enough that you were starting to slip... plus packing these things was making you a little excited, as nervous as you were. Did Ghost even have experience with littles?

Crap, right, don't need to be there late.

Though neither of you set a time for you to be there, it tended to be an unspoken rule that you always arrived to plans fairly early. Besides you didn't want to stay in your room. Otherwise you'll 100% go back to sleep. Zipping up your back, you tossed your shoes on. You slung a strap of it over your shoulder before quickly leaving. At least this time you remembered to check for your keys too...

It was very little time before you reached Ghost's room. It was pretty far from yours. You're only a private, in all fairness. Plus he didn't have to share his room like you did. He had his own space...

Man you're anxious.

Taking some deep breaths, your shaking hands knocked on the door. The opposite held onto the strap on your shoulder to keep the bag from falling off. You, once again, began to chew on your bottom lip whole waiting for the older man to answer.

Apart of you worried that he wasn't awake. However, as the door slipped open, that worry poofed into none existence. Out of habit you did your best to hide your shaking hands. Though you knew you really shouldn't do such a thing when a caregiver was right there in front of you, available and willing to bring comfort.

" Hey, nice to see you. Ready for the day? "

Ghost takes a step to the side, letting you into his room. His room is nicely decorated, very clean, although it's nothing too special. The decor can be best described as simple, yet cozy. It looked like no one lived there, yet had so much personality. His desk scattered with paper work and books, on top rested some disguarded gloves. His bed had an interesting collection of blankets and pillows. They looked soft, comfortable.

You kept chewing on your bottom lip as you were greeted by Ghost. One hand calmly rested by your side while the other fidgeted with your bag.

" I guess, " you nervously replied, though your hands were shaking softly while the remnants of the nightmare you had woken up from remained.

Once you had felt you had taken in enough of his room, you slowly walked into it. You were careful not to bump into him when doing so. It wasn't a large space, but it had enough room for the both of you. As the door clicked shut, your anxiety worsened. You felt the familiar fear of allowing someone to care for you. What if he wasn't a good caregiver? What if he'd do something bad? All these questions and more began to file through your mind.

" Come here, " Ghost suddenly said. He gently, stepping a bit closer to you and taking your hand to lead you up onto his bed. It didn't have to be anything more than just to sit beside him.

You blinked in surprise. His touch ripped you out of the dark crevice of your mind. He held your forearm so gently, so much more than he has ever before. You stumbled while he pulled you, having a hard time with mobility simply because you hadn't expected his actions. You didn't really feel little still, but you could definitely feel it creeping up on your mind.

Ghost noticed that you were stumbling, so he sat on the edge of his bed. Once settling onto the bed, you struggled to suppress a yawn while setting the bad down on the floor by your feet that hung off of it. You were right, his bed is comfy.

" Is it okay if I ask you something? "

" Ummm... okay, I guess, " you replied with anxiety lacing thick in your tone.

He pulled you into his lap, and just sat you there. He tried to comfort you as he stroked your back. You chewed the inside of your cheek, but didn't argue to being tugged into Ghost's lap. You slowly relaxed into the older, just leaning against him.

" You okay? You seem a bit nervous, and a bit little. Did you have a hard time sleeping last night? " his tone is gentle as he tries to get you to relax a bit more in his embrace.

" Mm, had a bad dream, " you mumbled out in defeat.

Ghost's eyes widened a bit, "Oh no, what was it about?" he asks curiously, keeping his tone soft in an effort to being you comfort. If he didn't know better, he'd think you were only just a few years old. " Do you want to share it with me? "

You sank into him a little more, picking at your hands while thinking about it. Now that you thought about it, you didn't really remember. However you still couldn't shake the sense of dread and fear.

" 'm don remember, " you mumbled, your regression beginning to show through your speech.

(I don't remember)

Ghost notices your speech change a bit, and you acting very little, so he immediately understood that you were regressed. He stroked your hair with one hand and just held you close with the other. Your little mannerisms made him smile, it was so cute to see.

" Well, if you don't remember the dream, then how about we play a game? " he offered.

You seemed hesitant at first about the idea of playing right now, but after thinking about it you realized it would probably help you feel better. You nodded softly and looked up to Ghost as you stopped picking at your hands.

" mm, wa game? " he asked, wondering what game he had in mind.

(Mm, what game?)

Ghost smiled, "Well, how about we play pretend? You remember how to pretend, right?"

He has a little mischievous grin in his voice when he said that. He wanted to see how little you could regress to. He really is curious about you and your little self. You hummed a little before nodding so quickly it made you a little dizzy. You wiggled a little in your spot, feeling a bit lighter at the idea of getting to play with Ghost.

Ghost chuckles in response the the sudden shift in your mood, " Alright. What should we pretend to be? Or... do you want me to choose? "

" 'm wan.. " you paused, seemingly struggling with what to call him for a moment. " 'm wan yous to picks, " you pouted and rested your head against his chest.

(I want... I want you to pick)

" Alright, little one, " he gently replied. " I'll be the Daddy, and you're going to play the little one. Do you think you can do that for me? "

You were surprised by this, honestly. You sort of realized Ghost wasn't wanting to play, but rather doing things to help you be little.

" You... Daddy? " you asked quietly, looking nervous about it.

" Yeah, I'm going to be your daddy for now. How's that sound? "

He continues to stroke your hair, he knows you're nervous about this situation, but you're beginning to settle into your regressed state. He's trying to keep you in it.

" Do you like being my little one? "

You chewed on your thumb for a little while before nodding. It made you happy that Ghost wanted to be your caregiver so much. You rubbed your cheek against him as you let yourself relax finally. You felt so little as a result.

Ghost chuckles, " You seem pleased with this, little one. You're being a good baby for me. I'm very proud of how well you're being for me right now. "

He then starts to pat you on the head and he just gently plays with you like you're his little child. He really enjoys the feeling of holding you close. You were trying to suck on your thumb, feeling the familiar need to do so.

" Can Daddy have a hug? "

You blinked a few times before tugging yourself up and hugging him. You leaned against him happily as you did so. Ghost holds you tightly and he keeps patting your head, you're being so good for him, he loves the feeling.

" You like being in Daddy's arms, don't you? " he asks in a quiet whisper. You're being so good, and he wants to let you know how proud he is. You've been a good little one.

" mm, likes it cause 'm comfy, " you huffed quietly. You we're really clingy when you were little.

(Mm, I like it 'cause it's / I'm comfy)

Ghost can't help the huge smile that grows on his face when you tell him you're comfy in his arms, it just makes him want to make you happy even more.

" Good boy, " Ghost praises you, " You like being daddy's clingy baby, don't you? " His tone becomes slightly lower, and he keeps petting your head.

You squirmed away a little. You tried to reach for your bag you had brought with you that fell onto the floor. You let out a small whine, having a hard time getting it without getting off of Ghost's lap. He listens to your little whines as you try to reach your bag, and when you get frustrated he chuckles a bit.

" You want that bag? Maybe Daddy can help you get it, if you ask nicely. "

You stopped trying to grab the bag, chewing on you bottom lip for a few moments.

" Pease Daddy, " you asked shyly.

(Please)

Ghost smiles as he notices you making little noises, " Very good asking nicely. Come on then, Daddy will help his baby. "

He then stands up from the bed, still holding you in his arms and he picks up your bag for you. You squealed as Ghost picked you up while getting off the bed. You wrapped your arms around him as you giggled, holding onto him.

" Here, I got it. It's all for you, my little baby. "

While he held the bag, you opened it and tugged out on of your pacifers. You wiggled happily before putting it into your mouth, chewing on it. Seeing you look so happy, and being as adorable as you are, makes Ghost's heart melt. He's loving every minute of this.

You rubbed at your eyes. Now that you were feeling better, you felt really tired. You didn't get that good of sleep from the nightmare. After a few rubs you wrapped your arms around Ghost again, clinging to him sleepily.

"Aww, there's my boy. You're getting sleepy again, aren't you... you must be very tired, " he chuckled. " Should Daddy put his little one to bed for a nap? " he asked, but more to himself than to you.

You whined softly at the idea of going to sleep. While you were really, really, tired. You didn't want to waist the day away getting the rest you needed. You wanted to keep playing with Ghost. Ghost understands you very much want to stay up, but he can tell you also need a little more sleep.

"I know you know you're very tired. If we play too long, you're going to get very cranky. So how about sleep now, and when you wake up, Daddy will play with you all night. How does that sound? " he offered.

It sounds like a very fair deal for both of you. The offer did sound really appealing. You rubbed at your eyes again, pouting quietly but nodding. You already felt cranky, a feeling you heavily disliked. He couldn't help but chuckle as you pouted.

" Aww, don't give me such a pouty face, Little one. You know that won't work on me. You already agreed to sleep, so don't try to get out of sleeping now, it won't work. "

You huffed, but nodded. You did already agree. You slumped against Ghost, only to tug your paci from your mouth so you could speak.

" 'm wan a story, Pease Daddy, " you asked, feeling a bit shy to ask for a story. After toh had done so, you stuffed the pacifier back into your mouth to chew on. It helped calm you down again.

(I want a story, please daddy)

Ghost sighed heavily in defeat. He couldn't say no to you being polite when asking. He gently placed you onto his bed, soon joining you before he pulled the covers up. He set your bag by the bed. Once every thing was settled, he wrapped his arms around you all over again. He watched as you slumped right back against him, quickly curling up and clinging to him without him even having to ask.

" You know just how to get me to do what you want, don't you? Alright, little one. If you ask so sweetly, I guess I can tell you a story. "

You lit up as he agreed to tell you a story. You couldn't help but giggle and wiggle happily from excitement. You couldn't wait to hear the story he had for you. As he held you in his arms, he began to tell you a cute, happy, story. You did your best to listen to every second of it, but you were struggling to stay awake at this point. You were so cozy and warm, it was hard to not just given in and get some rest.

You gently nuzzled into his chest, tugging yourself impossibly closer to him. He didn't stop his story, even after your eyes flickered closed. Ghost didn't say a word about you falling asleep, rather he rubbed your back gently to help encourage you to let yourself sleep. He would protect you from all the bad dreams, and hoped you would know that. By the time the story came to an end, you had fallen asleep within the safety of his grasp.

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Perfectly Wrong

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You realize you were always his second option.

Warnings: ANGST!, Bad ending, Idiot Peter, mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk.

W/c: 1.2k+

"You don't understand. You just don't get it, y/n" Peter denies looking at the floor.

"What don't I understand?" you ask with tear-filled eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to explain things to me, Peter?"

"Because even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand." He denies again. "Not like her."

"Not like her?" Your heart hurts just hearing it. It's true that Peter is drunk, but it doesn't mean his words hurt you any less.

"You're never going to understand it like she did." Peter takes another sip of his beer. He had started drinking since he heard that his ex-girlfriend from high school, MJ, was getting married.

But you didn't know that.

"You're drunk. It's not the best time to talk," you hold back your tears as best you can and try to take the beer from his hands.

"No! Leave the fucking beer there" he exclaims and wipes his nose.

You had been dating for a year. However, Peter never got over his ex. Not really.

"This isn't you, Peter. You're not being yourself" you beg him to stop. You love him so much that you beg him to shut the fuck up and let you stay in the fairy tale in your head where you're the only one he loves.

"This is the only way I can be honest. Without this-" he lifts the beer. "I'm a fucking coward." He laughs sarcastically.

"Stop, please stop," you beg. This isn't him, this is just the alcohol speaking for him. You try to remind yourself.

"She's getting married, dammit!" He throws the beer against the wall making you jump.

Inhale. Exhale.

"She's going to marry someone else because I never told her who I was. Because I never made her remember me," he sobs.

"Who are you talking about, Peter?" your vision blurs with tears. He's clearly talking about another woman but you don't know who.

"She would have understood by now." he looks at you with disappointment. "Why can't you be smart like her?" he mutters.

The words cut like knives. They are darts thrown straight at your heart.

"I'm sorry" you wipe away your tears and feel yourself trembling. Not from fear, but from anxiety.

"MJ, my ex-girlfriend is marrying some random asshole." He gets up to get another beer. "And it's all my fault."

"Peter, your words are hurting me," you admit. You want him to stop. You really want him to stop. He was never like that.

"Hurting you? I'm the one who's hurting!" Hiccups. "The love of my life is marrying someone else!" He walks to the door. "I need some fresh air."

'The love of my life' you thought you were the love of his life. Whatever it is you don't want to go down without a fight.

"Wait! Tell me what can I do to make you stay. What can I say so that you won't leave. I need to know how to fix this!" You exclaim.

Strange Peter turns and stares at you with wild eyes.

"There's nothing you can do, y/n. Like I said before, you're not her. You're never going to be her and I want to die at the thought of it." He tenses his jaw and mumbles. He looks like a real psycho.

"This isn't about me. It's not about us. It's about you and I don't want you to do something stupid that you're going to regret." You try to reason with the stranger in front of you. Now you understand why Peter didn't like to drink alcohol.

"Oh, trust me. I'm already regretting it" he nods and presses his hands against his red eyes.

"We were fine, Peter" you reason crying your eyes out. "Everything was fine" your head is racing. "Why is this happening?" you feel the air rushing out of you.

The pressure in your chest becomes too much, you find it hard to breathe, your vision is blurred and you squat down with tears in your eyes and your hand pressed against your chest trying to calm down even though you feel like you are dying.

That's when Peter understands and stops, you are having a panic attack.

He slowly approaches you as if testing the waters and kneels down in front of you to help you breathe. Apparently the consequences of his actions threw him into an immediate wave of sobriety.

"Breathe in. Breathe out with me," he murmurs with his hand on your back.

Even though you want to pull away because he hurt you, you don't. You can't. His body heat feels good and slowly you feel yourself recovering.

"I didn't even know there was anyone else, Peter," you murmur between sobs as your breathing calms. "If I had known I wouldn't have let myself fall in love with you," you confront him. How could he do this?

"I shouldn't have drunk. I turn into someone else when I do, I'm sorry," he says honestly, but for you it's too late. Parker broke you from the inside out.

"I'm sorry the love of your life is getting married. Even though I thought I was the love of your life." You look at him sadly. You don't know what to do. You just know that staying hurts more than leaving so you get up.

"Y/n I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I blew up and I shouldn't have done it, I- I don't know what came over me." He speaks. The remorse in his voice is more than noticeable. "Don't go, we can fix it," he tries to speak even though he knows is too late. He's screwed up.

"You gave me a lot of things Peter... although those things were thorns when you promised roses" you walk away slowly. You try to work up the courage to leave him.

"Wait wait wait. What I said doesn't mean anything."

"It was all a lie" you stare at the floor. Emotions subside, reason appears. "You never loved me" you deny. "My God, it was all a farce. I want it to stop" you cover your eyes with your hands wishing that if this is a nightmare, you wake up now. But you don't, 'Cause what is happening is happening in real life.

"Stop it. It's not true," Peter denies. "You know I do love you. I-" he pauses to think about his words. "It's the alcohol's fault. This isn't me, you know me y/n" he struggles as a drowning man moves his hands and legs to save himself.

"You were only with me because you couldn't be with her, Parker!". You scream in frustration. The truth is like a bath of ice water. "I was your second choice all this time. And why? You were lonely? You didn't want to wake up in an empty bed? WHY?!" you scream. "Why?" You scream again.

"I thought I was ready for a new relationship. I waited years to date someone else after her." clarifies Peter. "I just have these feelings sometimes and I can't control it."

"You don't have to control them from now on. You're on your own, Benjamin" you wipe away your tears and shake your head. "I deserve better" you nod "I hope you get over her and can move on with your life" you walk away.

"And what about what we promised?" He asks. He is desperate for you not to leave.

"It went all to trash when you decided to love two people at the same time" you talk without looking at him. "Don't look for someone else until you are ready, Peter" you glare at him. "You don't get how much it hurts".

And just like that, the front door closes. You're gone.

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wanderingelvis · 1 year

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Heyy so i have a request since u want some ideas mabye like an elvis x Innocent reader 🤷🏽‍♀️ I mean I don't have that much imagination so whatever u do with it will be brilliant 💕

Oh wow! My first request and I've barely started but this is such a dream request, so thank you!! Here goes nothing, I hope you like it! 🧚 🧚🏻 Masterlist 🧚🏻 word count: 1,503 pairing: elvis presley x f!reader

Ever since you'd been signed to the same label as Elvis, you'd struggled adjusting to the Hollywood lifestyle. You'd found a friend in Elvis though, something you'd never thought you'd say. As soon as he'd met you, he'd been kind, protective and patient with you, when not many people had been. He'd let you spend time in his trailer between takes and rehearsals which you were grateful for, especially since you were having a tough time in media training classes with other new talent that had been signed. The boys and girls in those classes weren't as kind to you as Elvis was, they all came from the Hollywood area, with rich relatives who were higher up in the label, whereas you'd auditioned and came from a pokey little town out in California. You tried your best to fit in but your upbringing just hadn't been the same.

That's where Elvis felt awful protective of you, he'd faced a similar difficulty, growing up in Tupelo all those years ago. He could see the talent and potential in you, not to mention how hard you worked. He didn't want you to face the same hardships he'd had to.

You'd had enough today, you'd been made fun of, yet again by the other guys that were all training to be dancers and stunt guys, and it had all gotten too much. You missed home and everything that came with it. You made a beeline for Elvis' dressing room, keeping your head down because you knew if someone even dared to ask if you were okay, you'd burst into tears. You gently knocked on the door, praying that Elvis was there and hopefully not with his entourage. The door swung open and you were met with Elvis' grin. "Are you busy? I don't wanna bother you." You asked quietly, looking past him to see if he had company.

Elvis moved away from the entrance, making room for you to walk in, "No honey, want to come in?" You nodded, walking into the room that smelt of cigar smoke as he closed the door behind you. "Don't you have your press conference training now little one?" Elvis asked as he went to pour himself a drink. "M'not going." You said grumpily, collapsing down onto the plush couch. "I know it's a drag baby, but you gotta go, I made your Momma a promise that you wouldn't slack on your work." Elvis chuckled, not clocking onto your upset mood yet. "I said I'm not going!" You snapped, your voice cracking a little. You were just so upset at always being left out and feeling like an idiot. Elvis stalled, he hadn't heard you speak like that before, especially not to him. You were an innocent little thing, everyone on set knew it and you would never openly challenge or disobey anyone, whether it was a label executive or one of the catering staff. "Baby, I don't know where you found that goddamn attitude but you best get rid of it right now. I ain't gonna let no little girl talk to me like that." Elvis warned, walking over to you.

The harsh words tipped you over the edge, the last thing you'd wanted was to upset your one friend on set. You were just frustrated and Elvis snapping at you caused you to burst into soft sobs. You covered your face with your hands as you blubbed and Elvis immediately softened, taken aback with concern as he watched you hiccup and cry. "M'sorry," You choked. "I had a b-bad day." You stuttered, tripping on your words as you let out soft cries. "Oh little un', what's happened hm?" He cooed, sitting next to you, placing his hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles as he grabbed some tissues with his other hand to give to you. "I miss home, Elvis," You said quietly, "Everyone at the rehearsals and classes is so mean and they say stuff and I don't know what they mean and um," You paused to sniffle and wipe your pink nose, "They all laugh at me and it's n-not funny." You said as you sat cross legged on the couch, your whole body now facing Elvis. "What are they saying baby?" Elvis asked gently. He wasn't exactly surprised at what you said, you were an easy target, you were sweet, kind and gentle and it was a tough industry, one you weren't exactly made for. "I don't know, I don't understand it." You said quietly, feeling dumb and ashamed. "Can you tell me what they said to you, little?" Elvis encouraged. You paused, taking a wobbly breath, glancing at Elvis who only smiled at you. He never made you feel dumb or stupid, even if you could be at times, a bit naive. "They a-asked me if I 'give a head' or if I ever have done and I said I don't know w-what that means, because I don't!" You said, tearily. "A-and they all laughed at me and they wouldn't tell me and I don't know what they mean and it's really confusing." You said, quietly trailing off. Elvis felt his blood boil. He knew he was protective of you, the baby in front of him, everyone knew he was and maybe he was overprotective at times but how could he not be when this would happen to you? In front of him was the sweetest little girl and whilst Elvis would never call you dumb, even if other people might, he knew you were just innocent and inexperienced and definitely someone that somebody with bad intentions could take advantage of easily. It made Elvis, rightly or wrongly, want to protect you and take care of you in the way that he saw fit and that way was to preserve your innocence. If Elvis could have his way, he'd take you away from all of this sin and misdemeanour, all the way to his home, Graceland, where he would let you stay and do everything you loved without the stress and pressure of working this gruelling schedule. "Who said this to you?" Elvis said sternly. "It's all of them Elvis, i-it's just confusing." You hiccuped. "I want a name, Y/N." Elvis said as you glanced up at him through wet lashes. "Paulie Matthews." You mumbled softly. "Are you gonna make me go back to rehearsal?" You asked meekly. "No honey, you're gonna stay right here, with me." As soon as Elvis said that, it was as if a visible weight had lifted from your shoulders. Elvis knew the press team would be angry at the lack of your attendance but he had enough power that no-one would question it.

"Elvis?" "Yes, little one?" Elvis said, gently pushing back some hair that had fallen in front of your face. "What does 'give a head' mean?" Your brows furrowed together and cocked your head to the side with confusion and curiousity. Elvis breathed a heavy sigh at your question and the innocence in the way that you said it, before the door burst open with laughter and chatter, making you jump slightly. Elvis rubbed your back soothingly straight away to try and calm you. It was Jerry, Red, and the rest of the Mafia, chatting after their outing to the local steakhouse. "What have I told you about goddamn knockin'?" Elvis barked furiously. The guys all apologised, insisting that Elvis just needed to hear this story about how Red had pulled a waitress and got a free steak out of it, none of them paying any attention to you, the sweet thing, sat near Elvis. As the bustling continued, Elvis noticed you shuffled a little closer to him.

You were visibly overwhelmed at all the men and the commotion. "You okay baby?" Elvis whispered to you softly. You chewed your lip feverishly. "Want to stay by my side and keep me company?" He offered, in a sweet and gentle tone. You nodded almost instantly, making Elvis smile down at you. "C'mere sweetheart." He nodded. You nestled into his side as he led his arm across the back of the couch, allowing you to perfectly slot in next to him. Elvis pet your hair and placed a tender kiss atop your head, as your wobbly breathing evened out. "Elvis?" You whispered. Elvis hummed in response, lowering his head so you could whisper in his ear cutely. You leaned up a little, putting your hand by your mouth so no one could see or hear what you were whispering. "Do ya think the guys might know what 'give a head' means? Should I ask them?" You asked before moving back a little so you could study his face. Elvis laughed a little at you, he couldn't help but adore how sweet and innocent you were. "No baby, I'll show you later, you just relax now pretty girl." Elvis smiled. You smiled back, feeling relieved that you could always be yourself around the most famous man in the world.

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