#i just i’m so elated rn

[samkerrworshipper]

After seeing the pics of alexia at the Barça basketball game could you do one where she is finally playing the wag role for reader? Just overall enjoying being readers number one fan

on the sidelines

alexia putellas x reader

just a lil fluffy blurb that i wrote in half an hour… defo no proof read or spell checked so sorry in advance xo

desperately working on getting some more reqs out for y’all but i’m so overhauled with coursework that it’s taking me way longer so sorry if your request gets ignored as of rn mid terms are killing me ☠️

“A triple double, Y/n, one incredible feat, how do you feel knowing that your team is through to the play offs?”

You were buzzing, still coming down from the endorphin high as you tried to focus on the reporter who had been the first to attack you as soon as you’d finished shaking hands with your opponents, not even giving you the opportunity to leave the court.

“Every game is a team game, I’m obviously wrapped, but half of that wouldn’t have happened without my teammates. I’m obviously elated that we’re through to finals, the job starts now for us, everything we’ve worked for this season falls down to the next few weeks so we work hard, it’s not over until the final siren.”

The reporter smiled at you and you gave your signature smile back to the camera, trying to get this over and done with as soon as possible.

“The modesty is appreciated, but how did you feel about coming second in the league MVP poll earlier in the week?”

You bit down on your lap, it was a rude question, but you had been prepared for it.

“Obviously I would have loved to come home with the trophy, but it wasn’t meant to be. I have so much respect for Stewie and she deserved the award just as much as anybody else who we were contending against. Honestly, I couldn’t give two shits about individual awards, what matters to me is this playoffs series and maybe I can bring that trophy home instead.”

You smiled once again at the reporter and camera, slowly becoming more uncomfortable with the conversation the longer it went on.

“Now, we all have some questions about the trip down under you took a few weeks ago, any particular reason you decided to go home?”

You began to haphazardly fiddle with the microphone in your hands, willing for this interview to conclude so you could just enjoy your win.

“I missed home, the few days that I spent their were really nice and the team can tell you that since then I have been in much better spirits, sometimes you just need a reset and it was just really good timing that we had the two week break.”

The reporter smirked at you and you could feel the underlying question under her smirk.

“So nothing to do with your visit aligning with the World Cup final and one particular Spanish player who’s here tonight, sporting your number?”

You felt your face flush a little bit at the unforgiving blatancy of the reporter, very quickly trying to remember everything they’d taught you about avoiding questions in media training.

“A good friend of mine, Sam, extended the invitation and gave me some tickets to the finals games so how could I refuse? I mean the sheer pride for the Tillies that I held watching them progress was insane, nothing better than seeing women's sport be elevated at home.”

You could tell the reporter was nagging for you to answer the part of her question that you were ignoring.

“So just a coincidence then that you happened to spend a few days in Barcelona on a layover before returning back to New York?”

You bit the inside of the cheek, this wasn’t what you’d been expecting after winning one of the biggest games in your career.

“Are you implying something, Jackie?”

Your eyebrows rose in mock sarcasm, trying to laugh off the situation and make the reporter understand the message that this wasn’t something you wanted to talk about.

“Simply wondering whether you had anything to do with the presence of Alexia Putellas, or as we all know her, La Reina at tonight's game, and if she happened to be the person you were looking up at tonight everytime you scored?”

You shivered at the mention of her name.

“Alexia and I are good friends, and I will leave it at that.”

You smiled at the camera, enough of a smile that it was genuine but not enough to lead anybody on, because that wasn’t what you wanted to do, you wanted to leave them hanging.

“Good friends that wear each other's jerseys to each other's matches?”

You smirked at the camera, the annoyance of this situation slowly getting to you more and more.

“Good friends that just don’t pack enough of their own clothes when they visit.”

Your voice was dismissive, enough to tell the reporter that you weren’t interested in broaching the topic any further if she wanted to continue to have a conversation with you.

“So, quite the comeback you’ve made in the past 48 months, double back surgery is certainly an impressive feat, how has it felt returning to the court this season and competing at the same level that you were before your injury, especially after how the injury resulted in you sitting out the bronze medal olympic match?”

You could feel the sweat across your body starting to go cold, a true sign that you’d been talking for far to long.

“I’m obviously feeling great, better than ever really. Sitting out at the Olympics was devastating, obviously but I promised that I’d be back and here I am, I’m still working on my recovery, but hopefully by the time the olympics roll around next year I’ll be back fully and bringing home some hardware.”

The reporter laughed heartily at your weak joke, an action that made you a little woozy.

“I’m sorry but that’s all the questions I’ll be answering, my coach is getting rather antsy on the sidelines and it would do me some good not to annoy her right now, so I’ll have to wish you all a goodbye, and see you later for the playoffs.”

You sent a kiss towards the camera before handing the microphone and headset back to the filming crew before following your coach over to the sideline and then into the tunnel towards your change rooms. Sandy patted you on the back as you made your way back to the rooms, just consciously quickening your steps a little bit so you could make the distance as quickly as possible.

You’d never liked limelight, or any of the media attention. You’d started out playing country basketball with your siblings, out on the court all throughout the middle of summer. Eventually, after joining a club and playing some juniors you got picked up by the Perth team and then had worked your way upwards, but never had you played for the attention or glory, growing up, womens basketball in Australia was severely underappreciated, so you’d never had to really face any media attention. But the WNBA was a whole different ballpark and you were still adjusting after 6 seasons to the amount of ways you were now exposed to the general public.

Your whole body relaxed when you spotted Alexia standing beside the locker room door, hand in her phone, flicking furiously through it. You ran directly towards her, almost bowling her over with your strong strides.

She wrapped her arms around you almost immediately, allowing your to bury your head in her neck as you breathed in the scent of her, and the scent of one of your spare jerseys sitting comfortable across her muscley arms and chest. It was a sight for sore eyes, one that you’d been waiting far to long to see.

“I fucking hate reporters.”

Alexia snorted at you, it wasn’t often that she got to see you after games, both of you having extremely busy schedules that hardly allowed for time to go and watch each other mess around with a ball on a pitch or court for an hour.

“I know bebita, but you did so well.”

She concluded her statement in the very best way possible, plastering a series of kisses all over your face that made you giddy on the inside and had you pushing her off of you. The tunnel was a fairly safe place from reporters, but you could never be too sure who was creeping around and a part of you didn’t need your relationship being revealed right at this moment.

Something about having your number across Alexia’s chest set a fire in your soul and you stepped back from her embrace to take it in, to take in the sight of her standing in front fo you, her perfect shoulders on show, sitting comfortable beside the jersey. A few of her back tattoos peaking out from her shoulders giving you a indescribable view of the ink. Her collection was constantly growing and you swore every time she returned to you there was a new one for her to show you and tell you the story of.

She had paired the jersey with a plain pair of white jeans and her washed out pink hair was sitting comfortably on her shoulders, the strands being pushed out of her face by the Prada sunglasses sitting comfortably on her head, sunglasses you were certain had absolutely zero purpose besides being an accessory. You did have to admit that the pink had been your favourite hair in a long while, in fact you’d been the one who Alexia had convinced to help with the dye when she had one of her midnight crisis’ that had you marching down to the chemist to buy neon pink hair dye to make your girlfriend happy.

“I like it when you’re the wag.”

Alexia rolled her eyes, spinning around to give you a look at your brandished last name, sitting perfectly between the valley of skin that travelled between her shoulder blades, everything about it was so perfect to you, warming your soul from the inside.

“I do have to admit, it was quite fun sitting in the crowd for once and pretending I knew what was happening.”

You chuckled, you’d been trying your very hardest to teach Alexia the rules of your sport from the start of your relationship, and to her credit she had a grasp on the more basic rules, but she was absolutely shocking at much more than that. She watched every single one of your games, and yet she had absolutely zero grasp on how the sport of basketball actually worked.

“Look at that, La Reina admitting that she enjoyed being a wag.”

Alexia rolled her eyes at you, her hand coming to rest on your sweaty arm, providing some pressure to your forearm.

“Don’t you even think about telling any of the Barca girls, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You smiled down at Alexia’s hand, loving the way that her body slotted in so perfectly with you, she knew your body like the back of her own hand and knew exactly what parts of you she should touch in different situations.

“Don’t you worry your little head, this will be our little secret, at least until the girls find my post game interview.”

Alexia nodded concedingly, it was inevitable that your relationship was eventually going to come out to the public, neither of you were particularly stressed about it, it would happen when it happened. You’d gone three years without anybody catching on, only now heading into the fourth year were people really starting to recognise the relationship.

“Go shower, you stink.”

You let Alexia push you towards the locker room door, her face nose scrunching up in faux disgust at you.

“Yes ma’am, La Reina, ma’am.”

The older woman once again rolled her eyes at you, but couldn’t avoid your own hand reached out to hers, silently tugging her into the locker rooms with you. It wasn’t irregular for teammates partners to end up in the rooms after games, and you knew that Alexia would just end up waiting alone in the hallway for you whilst you went about your post game routine.

You lead her towards your cubby, seating her down on the bench before reaching down behind her and pulling out the few items of clothing and toiletries you needed for the shower. One quick look down at Ale revealed to you just how in awe she was of what was occurring around her. There was nothing special happening, most teammates doing similar things to you and beginning their post game rituals.

“Mi amor, I’m going to the shower now, just stay here, bien, and don’t hesitate to ask anybody for something if you need it, si?”

Alexia nodded at you aimlessly, her eyes darting around the room as she took in her surroundings, You took the opportunity to dip out of the room and into the showers, hastening your normal routine so you could return to her as quickly as possible.

You showered in record time, washing your hair and body so quickly you were certain you almost got whiplash from the jolting of your arms and muscles in every direction and you frantically moved around in the shower.

When you returned to Alexia she was in the same spot as you’d left her, her eyes still searching the room and taking in everything happened around her. It was cute to see her so out of place, it was something you’d never seen on her before and something about seeing her like a deer in the headlights made you fall so much further in love with her.

“Cãrino? Let’s go, yeah?”

Alexia’s eyes flashed up to meet your own, her lips falling to a genuine smile as she stood up from your cubby, and before you could pick up your bag she took the honours, collecting the things that you knew you’d need back at the apartment and piling them into your bag before sliding it over her shoulder and starting to walk out, her arm falling comfortably over you shoulder as the two of you met each others pace, walking out towards your car that Alexia had driven you to the game in.

She took care in placing your bag in the boot before sliding into the driver's seat, your keys clanking in the ignition as she started the car.

Almost as soon as she was pulling out of the stadium Alexia’s hand fell to your thigh, a comfortable reminder of the footballers presence.

“You played so well today bebita, I was so proud of you.”

You smiled waterily at Alexia, it was one thing for a reporter to tell you, but for the woman you loved most in the world to tell you that meant something else.

“Thank you, but don’t act like you knew what was going on.”

Alexia cocked her head to the side, frowning at you a little bit.

“Si, maybe, but you got the, what did they call it again? El triple doble, no? Marta said it’s kind of like a hat trick but in basketball lingo, you sunk muchos tres.”

You smiled at Alexia, nodding your head at the Spaniards lack of knowledge over the game you cared for so much, and her attempt at trying to talk basketball to you.

“Yes, I did score a few threes, all of them were for a special person who came out to watch me today.”

Alexia smiled at you, turning her head at the lights to look at you.

“Mm, who might that be?”

You bit your lip, breaking out in a big smile.

“She’s Spanish, and not very good at understanding basketball but she tries and that’s all that matters, she also looks really cute in teal.”

Alexia’s smile only grew at your admission.

“Oh, and she’s a pretty good wag if I do say so myself.”

Alexia silenced your words with a sweet kiss, pressing her lips to yours softly, the two of you having to break apart when the light turned green.

“I’d watch you any day.”

Alexia’s words were murmured quietly, an almost silent acknowledgment of her feelings that was meant just for you.

“I’d watch you any day as well mi amor.”

#woso #woso community #alexia putellas is mom #daddy alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas

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reconcile / l. williamson

AN i apologise for the quality. i am very much hungover as i write this. and idc if its mid february let me use this christmas gif my girl is ADORABLE my god i need to be in leah williamson’s arms RN

requested? - yes

word count - 2.5k (i’m proud of that)

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sarina had finally announced the england squad for the AC cup. you were elated to see you’re name listed. having recently recovered from a broken ankle, you were barely getting playtime. it’s as if nobody believes you’re truly fully healed, especially with jonas keeping you as pretty much a permanent bench warmer. knowing that sarina trusts you and you’re abilities is like a wash of relief and you’re over the moon. you assumed leah, your girlfriend, would be celebrating with you, as she’s repeatedly campaigned for your wellness and ability. but now it feels like it’s all been a lie.

you were out visiting your best friend, alex scott when you found out, she unsuccessfully attempts to lift you up in a hug of congratulations due to her shorter stature. you thank her before you realise that you have to go home and tell your girlfriend (even though she already knows, she’s on the same squad. but she’d pretend to act shocked for you anyway) excitement rushes through you as you practically ran to your car and sped home (which may result in a speeding ticket, but who cares, you’re gonna be playing for england).

rushing into your shared flat with a giant smile on your face to tell your lover the news, you’re greeted with a frown on her face before she utters

“you can’t do it y/n, you’re not ready.”

the smile drops from your face and it makes leah’s stomach twist with guilt, but she refuses to let it show and remains staring at you with a stern gaze.

“you.. i- what?”

you spluttered in shock. where did this come from? for several weeks she’s been by your side, fighting for you to get playtime.

“you can’t do it. you’re not ready to play in a tournament like this yet.”

your pride seems to shrink as you begin to fill with anger. how could she? all of her support and for what? just to belittle you and your abilities?

“are.. are you serious right now, leah?”

you hated this. you’re not a fan of conflict in general, but with your girlfriend? a nightmare. the thought of her being angry with you making your world feel as if it’s shattering.

but the anger that courses through you almost crushes the dread you feel, you’re justified in this argument, she isn’t.

“dead serious. you need to call up sarina and tell her you can’t compete. you’re not ready and sarina should’ve realised that”

she sighs. she hates this as much as you do. she hates to be the reason you’re upset, but she is adamant in her opinion.

“why? why, leah, am i not ready? because i have been working my ass off for weeks and you know this!”

you’re raising your voice, making her wince slightly, it goes unnoticed by you due to your unbridled anger and she scoffs at your lack of empathy as she snaps at you

“because you’re not capable enough! there’s a reason you haven’t been getting playtime you know, it's because you’re not trusted, y/n! you’ll slip on your ass and injure yourself again, you’ll put the whole fucking team in jeopardy, and i’m not ready to lose because of you being a loose end.”

word after word is like a stab in the gut. hearing it from a normal teammate? painful. but hearing it from your girlfriend? agonising.

“oh.”

you try to hide how your voice is raw with emotion, but you know it’s a futile attempt. she hears it anyway. she reaches out for you slightly.

“y/n..”

you move away from her touch, cold and distant. you don’t look at her, your gaze fixated on the floor. you know that one look in her blue eyes and you’re gonna break.

“don’t. just.. don’t.”

your voice shakes as you move away. you can’t be here right now. you can’t be around leah.

so, what do you do? you grab your car keys, turn towards the door and leave. leah doesn’t move. she doesn’t try to stop you. she’s dug her grave, she may as well lay in it.

you sit in your car for at least 6 minutes before you start the engine. tears fall from your eyes and warm your face. it feels as if your heart has been ripped out of your chest, you feel as if you’ve been stabbed in the back. out of all the people to doubt you, leah? the person you love most? why did it have to be her.

you wipe the tears off of you, take a deep breathe and drive. you don’t know where you’re headed, all you know is that you need to be away from leah.

why you ended up at alex’s house once again is beyond you. but here you are, sat on your bestfriends sofa, crying in her arms.

“i’m sorry, y/n. she’s being an absolute dickhead. you’re more than capable and she should know that better than anyone.”

she holds you tightly as she rants. vehemently disagreeing with leah, defending you so passionately. it’s as if she retired from playing as a defender in football to become your own personal defender instead.

“i appreciate it al but in all honesty i’d rather forget about it. i’m tired, i just wanna scream into a pillow for the rest of the night.”

she laughs lightly as she releases you from her tight grip, nodding at you.

“you know where the spare room is. stay as long as you need, okay? love you”

she truly means it, and although it’s not what you need, the small statement makes you feel a bit better.

“thank you, al, love you too. night.”

she squeezes your arm lightly, mumbles goodnight and leaves you to your own devices. you sniffle slightly and head for alex’s spare room. which has practically become your bedroom with the amount of times you’ve stayed here.

the minute you walk in you can do nothing but collapse on the bed, the past few hours have been a whirlwind of emotions and it’s drained you of any energy you possessed. you glance at your phone to check the time, only to be greeted by your lock screen, a photo of you and leah. she’s hugging you from behind, kissing your cheek as you close your eyes, smiling. you groan at the image as it causes more tears to spring to your eyes, you attempt to block the photo with your hand as you check the time to see that it’s only 5:54 pm. you sigh and contemplate your options.

you could either, stay in the room, look at photos of leah, cry and binge watch pitch perfect. or, you could simply just sleep and pretend that today’s fight never even happened.

you choose the latter, as the crushing weight of reality is too much to deal with.

…

so maybe sleeping it off wasn’t the best idea you’ve had.

after about 5 minutes of you forcing your eyes shut, and trying to force your mind to be calm. you realised that you can’t sleep without leah’s presence which then causes you to get emotional again at just the thought of her (you’re a little unstable there babes, but it’s okay, we don’t blame you!)

you text alex, asking her to come hold you again. you can hear the thumps of her footsteps before she opens the door and slides onto the bed

“i’m sorry about this.”

she smacks you playfully. opens her arms for you. you slot yourself into her arms and sigh. it’s nice, but it isn’t leah.

“don’t apologise, y/n. you’re my bestfriend. i’m here for you.”

you murmur a thank you as your eyes grow heavy. the emotional exhaustion mixed with the comfort of you’re best friends touch sends you into a deep sleep.

——————

you wake up to raised voices, the sounds making your newfound headache 10x as painful.

memories of the previous day flood your mind as you sit up in bed, you feel better after having rested, but still, the memory of the fight and what was said crushes on you.

shaking your head to clear yourself of your thoughts, you try to listen in to the voices from outside your door.

“i don’t trust that you won’t snap on her again though”

that’s alex, she has a protective tone to her voice

“i won’t. just, please. let me speak to her.”

you’d recognise that voice anywhere. anxiety fills you as you realise that she’s hunted you down. of course she has. you ran out on her. she’s probably come to end things with you officially.

you hear alex sigh.

“.. fine. but if you upset her, you’re out.”

of course she managed to find you. of course you would go to alex’s house. leah knows you better than you know yourself. she’s your other half, and now you’re about to lose that. it’s crazy that even after all the horrendous things she said to you yesterday, you’re sat here in anxiety about HER leaving YOU. god, the grip this woman has on you is insane.

a knock on the door ceases your inner monologue.

“come in.”

you cringe at the sound of your voice. the hoarseness of it is not at all pleasant.

the door starts to open and you see her shadow before you see her. your mind goes to overdrive. this is it, the end of the best 4 years of your life. she steps in the room and she’s holding something behind her back, you close your eyes, not wanting to see the box of your things she’s most likely collected. you’re not ready for this to be over, not willing to accept your reality. with a sigh, you open your eyes slowly to see that instead of a box, she’s holding.. flowers?

“for you.”

she looks shy. you look confused. if the tension from yesterdays argument wasn’t there, you’d have both laughed at each others faces. but instead you glance at the flowers in her hand. red and yellow tulips, your favourite.

you take them from her, clutching them tightly, you whisper a thank you.

“leah, what are you doing here-“

she cuts you off, talking quickly.

“i need to talk to you, will you hear me out? please, just listen to me.”

you nod, gesturing for her to continue. you won’t talk, you’ll let her say what she needs to say. you’re not in the wrong here, she is.

“y/n, i- .. i’m so sorry. i love you, i love you so so much and i am so sorry. you have every right in the world to be angry with me, i mean shit, i’m angry with myself. i can’t believe i let my emotions take control of me, i don’t think you’re a burden. you’re everything to me.”

she’s nervous as she speaks, stammering and playing with her fingers. it reminds you of when she first asked you on a date, over 4 years ago, she was shaking with nerves.

your voice is small when you speak, taking her words into account but also remembering the cause of the argument itself.

“so why did you say those things leah? why don’t you think i’m good enough to play?”

she frowns and shakes her head, her eyes are looking at your hands, clutching the flowers she’d given you tightly.

“i should never have said anything like that. you’re more than capable of playing, i mean hell, you’re incredible. i was just being selfish.”

she’s determined. she’s got a mission in her mind, and leah’s too competitive to give up on her mission. she’s not going to stop trying to earn your forgiveness.

“selfish?”

you’re even more confused. you can’t begin to understand.

“yeah, selfish. y/n, you mean the world to me. i love you more than i love anything. when you first broke your ankle during the match against chelsea and i saw you get carried off on that stretcher.. it was awful. seeing you in pain, it scared me so much. i know you’re healed now, but i’m scared, i don’t want you to get hurt again. i cant stand seeing you in pain and suffering.”

you sit there and process what she’s told you. taking in all the information, her fear of your health.

“my god leah, you need to learn how to be straightforward.”

you laugh at her. you need to teach her how to communicate better. she lets out a laugh. you’re not sure whether it’s because of your joke or if it’s out of pure relief, but the sight of her smile is enough for you to not question it.

“maybe i do.”

she smiles at you, still standing infront of the bed, looking at you. suddenly aware of how awkwardly she’s been stood there, you roll your eyes at her as you reach over to grab the hem of her shirt.

“get over here, idiot.”

you don’t have to tell her twice, she gets into the bed and melts into your arms. she buries her face on your chest as her arms wrap around your middle. you rest your head on the top of her own, gently stroking her back as you lay together. a contented sigh leaves her.

“i was so nervous. i was worried you’d not want to ever see me again.”

you smile slightly, both glad to know that you weren’t alone in your worries and glad that she values you so greatly, that she fears the thought of not having you in her life.

“not a chance, we’ve got too many plans together. i can’t really become y/n williamson on my own, can i?”

leah lifts her head from your chest as she moves her hand to cup your cheek. she gazes at you with an enamoured look in her eyes.

“i adore you, y/n.”

she leans in and your lips meet. kissing leah is unreal, her lips fit against your own perfectly, and almost every kiss with her is as special as your first. she pours so much passion into the kiss, as if she’s trying to portray how much love she has for you through it. you move a hand to her hair as the kiss deepens. you’re both in a world of bliss until a sock smacks the side of both your faces.

“oh no, you are NOT doing this in my house!”

alex stands in the doorway, hands on her hips looking like a very disgusted mother.

“ugh, alex! what’s wrong with you!”

you groan, your face flushed with embarrassment as you bury it in leah’s shoulder. leah laughs at you, her face flushed with both embarrassment of being caught and excitement of being with you.

“come on y/n, let’s go home, yeah? i’ve got some more presents for you back in our flat.”

she gets up and offers her hand towards you, you take it, smiling.

“gladly.”

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson fanfic #woso fanfic #woso imagines #woso x reader #woso community #woso #lionesses

[sleepiexx]

Without you, I’m hopeless.

Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Note: Living and breathing re4make Leon rn. No spoilers, I’ve like one chapter of the game left!! Anyways, side note, this is a side blog so unfortunately I can’t respond to any comments from this blog but I definitely will with my main, @sleepiemain .

Summary: Leon comes home from a mission in a piss poor mood, desperately needing a boost.

Warnings: kinda angsty, mostly just leon missing his gf, happy ending tho

Word count: 1334

Leon visibly sunk when he got home. He didn’t know what he expected when he unlocked his door but it didn’t hit him until he was inside, breathing in the stale, dust-filled air just how much he’d hoped it wouldn’t be like this. His posture was down-trodden as he tossed his duffel bag to the floor, just another chore he’d have to do tomorrow on top of the ever growing stack of paperwork.

His muscles were sore with the lasting injuries of the mission and Leon was bone tired but worst of all, loneliness ate at him. He knew, of course, that he could call (Y/N) and she would come running over, but it was late and he’d be damned if he made her sleep schedule as bad as his own. It had been a long few weeks without her, in which he’d spent almost every night wishing he was home, pressed up against her in bed whispering of how they each loved each other so much. The ache of desolation weighed on his heart and mind; god, he needed to ask her to move in. Their precious time together was already limited, so why waste any more of it by sleeping apart?

He passed the kitchen, choosing to forego any late night snacks in favor of extra sleep. He figured he would just take (Y/N) out for a large breakfast in the morning, assuming she was available. He desperately hoped she was, he missed her so badly. If he could give his heart to her for safe keeping, he would do it without question, if only so that they would never be separated.

He trudged all the way to his bedroom, a longing for (Y/N) weighing him down the entire way. At least while actively on a mission, the constant stimulation of fighting and critical thinking kept him distracted from his impending heart ache, but here, in his own home with nothing but himself and his own thoughts, he was left vulnerable to it.

He told himself that he would sleep away the sadness. What he was dealing with was nothing that a little melatonin and a date with (Y/N) in the morning couldn’t fix. Yet when he opened his bedroom door, it seemed that sleeping away his pain wouldn’t be necessary. The corner of his lips curled into an elated grin at the sight.

Unlike the rest of his house, his bedroom had changed slightly since he left. While dust still caked the dresser and nightstands, a clear sign that they hadn’t been used since he left, a certain love of Leon’s life was curled up in his bed, wrapped in his sheets with her nose nuzzled into one of his many pillows.

The pressure on Leon’s chest was all at once alleviated. The sight of his lover longing for him just as much as he’d been longing for her brought tears to his eyes. He was so relieved that he wouldn’t have to go any longer without her, even if it was only just one more night. He nearly jumped right into bed but stopped at the thought of disturbing her. Slowly, he unlaced and took off his boots, something he’d been too tired to do at the front door. Moving to the master bathroom, he switched out his work clothes in favor of a soft tee shirt and boxers, materials that would be significantly less irritating when rubbing up against (Y/N)’s skin.

When he was fully ready, he slid into bed behind (Y/N). He wrapped his strong arms around her midsection, ever so careful not to wake her. He nuzzled his nose onto the top of her head and closed his eyes, breathing in the calming scent of her shampoo. It sent chills down his spine. He could hardly believe she was real, and that she was here with him, not just one of many figments of his imagination he had made up to help him sleep before another long day of ‘government work.’

As his nerves finally settled down, willing him to sleep, he felt her stir. It seemed she had just woken up, mind still fuzzy and brain functions working slightly less than usual. All she knew was that she went to bed alone yet now there was something holding her that hadn’t been before. Panic set in. She thrashed in fear, barely letting out a squeak when Leon held her in a tight grip, whispering right next to the shell of her ear, “Hey, hey, it’s just me. I’ve got you.”

The thrashing ceased, she turned her body around in his arms so that she was facing him. She was too tired to muster up a smile when she saw his beautiful face but she was able to squeeze him back just as tight with watery eyes.

“Leon… I missed you.”

“I can tell,” he smirked, referencing her current situation of being caught in his bed.

Blood rushed to her face, eyes looking down to meet anything but Leon, “I’m sorry l didn’t tell you I was staying the night. I just- I had a really hard day today and you usually don’t answer the phone when you’re at work, which I completely understand and respect, but I just really missed you so I used the spare key you gave me so I could lay in your bed and it just smelled so much like you that I just couldn’t bring myself to get up and leave and I guess at some point I fell asleep. I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me.”

Leon drew circles onto her sides in attempts to sooth her from her anxious little rant, “I’m not mad sweetheart, ‘m actually very grateful to see you here. Missed you so much when I was gone, couldn’t bare another second without you.”

Her eyes flitted up to meet his own but almost instantly shot back down, “You’re just saying that.”

“No I’m not, I mean it.” He cupped her face in one of his hands and pulled it up so she would look at him, “This is the exact reason I gave you a spare key to my place.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead but she was unsatisfied with just that and pulled him down so his lips met her own. Letting her actions take over where words failed.

When they broke the kiss, they settled down once more, exhaustion becoming more apparent and taking hold. They cuddled up together, Leon on his back, and (Y/N) tucked into his side. Before Leon would let himself fall asleep, a pressing matter popped into his head, one he couldn’t let wait until the morning.

“You should move in with me.” He murmured, half expecting her to be asleep already and leave him no response.

“What?” She questioned, sleep hazed mind causing her to think she’d imagined the words.

“I want you to live with me. I love you a lot, (Y/N), more than I think you realize. Every second I spend without you, I’m missing you. Please at least consider it, I miss you when you aren’t here.” He frowned and led his lips to her forehead once more, his method of comforting himself.

She moved her head up and met his eyes. “I’d really like that,” she said, her own lips placing a kiss to Leon’s chest.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Leon nodded at her before looking back up at the ceiling when he saw how groggy she looked, a pang of guilt tugging at his heartstrings. “We can talk about it more in the morning. I didn’t mean to disrupt your sleep, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she yawned, “you’re a good thing to wake up to.”

Before she knew it, she was asleep. Leon smiled, deciding to get his own rest. He pulled her tighter into him, like a teddy bear, letting the soothing scent of her shampoo send him into a peaceful sleep.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil 4 remake #leon scott kennedy #re4 #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x you #resident evil x reader

[doobea]

This is my first time requesting something so I’m kinda scared 😓 but first date/ first kiss with isagi if you haven’t wrote anything like that already

-🪐 (if it’s not taken)

synopsis: first date + first kiss with isagi

content: sfw, fluff, gn!reader a/n: omg ty so much for requesting!! this was a super cute request :) I'm in a writing mood rn so I'll include both headcanons and mini-scenarios for this!

First Date:

Before planning anything else, Isagi is over the moon with the fact that he has a date with you (literally has received no Valentine's Day chocolates in his life).

Probably lets his parents know first thing and then texts his friends for some pick-up lines (new flash - his friends are losers too).

He wants nothing but cute and cozy vibes for the first date so you guys will end up at an art cafe painting mugs for each other! It'll save both of you the stress of dressing up and he believes that painting will ease the 'first date' jitters.

Aside from PE, his second favorite subject is art so this is just him showing off (and plus he wants you to ask him for help)!

"Wow, how are you already done with yours?" You ask, smiling in awe at Isagi's fully painted mug.

The athlete across the table doesn’t lift his brush from the base, eyes glued to the structure as he carefully adds the smallest of details to the remaining design. Once Isagi was done, he flashes you a bright grin before presenting you the light blue mug with Totoro and smaller Totoros carrying leaf-shaped umbrellas.

"I hope you like it," He's elated when you switch mugs with him. While yours wasn't completely filled in, he could make out bits of your personality and interests from what you currently had. "It's cute!" He says genuinely.

"Definitely not as cute as yours, Isagi." You sheepishly rub the back of your neck, eyes then landing on a blue smudge on your date's cheek. "Hold still for a second." You reach into your bag, pulling out a spare napkin, and lean over the table, ignoring his flushed cheeks as you gently dab the blot of paint away.

"That's a bit embarrassing..." His hand grazes over the cleaned area as you laugh in response.

"I think you just got a bit too excited."

First Kiss:

Most likely happening on the third or fourth date just because he really doesn't want to rush things if you're not comfortable with it.

Would try and kiss you when he drops you off at home. Cue heavy silence with shuffling from his end before him popping the question, "Can I kiss you?"

It'll be awkward, maybe a bad kiss by all standards, but that wouldn't matter because Isagi quickly becomes addicted to kissing you after the first one. Expect bumping of noses, kissing the upper lip, and awkward hand placements on your waist with this one!

A nervous chuckle escapes from Isagi as you admit you've never had your first kiss. It's shocking news to him since he's always thought you were extremely attractive but fills him with slight pride knowing that he'll be your first. "We'll figure it out, right?" His lips quirk in a hesitant smile as he takes a shy step forward.

You silently nod in response and mirror his movement.

Closing the remaining distance, your lips meet in a clumsy attempt to kiss. His hands blindly find their way onto your hips and his lips accidentally clash against your top half. Your noses bump against one another awkwardly, causing him to pull back.

"S-Sorry, that was my bad," Isagi flushes and pouts, before readjusting his stance and meeting your hazy gaze. "Think we could try again?"

Needless to say, for the rest of the night he's "trying" again and again until your lips were both sore and out of breath.

#🪐 anon #doobea writing #doobea requests #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #blue lock headcanons #isagi yoichi #isagi yoichi x reader

[comradekatara]

where do you see piandao fitting into your ever-expanding modern highschool au? he's honestly one of my favourite minor (non-gaang) characters to be honest

i mean obviously piandao is some kind of mentor figure to sokka. i think he sort of fills the hole hakoda leaves in his absence (which is its own complicated thing that i don’t have time to get into rn). they would meet earlier than in canon. he’s probably an english teacher.

at first he thinks sokka is plagiarizing his papers because what kind of middle schooler knows how to cite articles they accessed from jstor, but eventually he realizes that sokka is simply not receiving enough enrichment in his enclosure and offers to give him personal classes where they’ll read more challenging books. and sokka agrees on the condition that he’s allowed to bring yue (because they’re codependent and do literally everything together) because he knows that she could also use more enrichment in her enclosure. so the three of them meet every saturday morning in the library to discuss paradise lost and the like every week for years.

and then yue dies, and sokka loses all interest in showing up to the library on a saturday morning when he could sleep in until 3 pm. and he kind of loses touch with piandao, because he’s in high school now, so he no longer sees him in the halls or has time for their extracurriculars. and piandao doesn’t really know how to make sokka feel better about his girlfriend/best friend in the entire world dying, because even if he may feel like it sometimes, he is not actually his father. so they just lose touch for years.

sokka goes to college, moves away, meets new people. but then one day, sokka is back home for a holiday or something, and he runs into piandao at the jasmine dragon (they’re both friends with iroh). and he’s just elated to see him again, there’s none of that awkwardness or despair that permeated all their interactions after yue’s death. they’re just happy to get the opportunity to catch up after all this time.

sokka’s like “i can’t believe you put up with me, i was such a dumb kid” and piandao doesn’t have the heart to tell him that the first essay sokka ever wrote for class was so brilliant that he assumed sokka had just straight up copy pasted the entire thing from a publication because sokka is still going on about how “english was always my worst subject, i’ve always been way more of a stem guy, katara is the real writer of the family, she’s actually a freelance journalist now, i’m so proud of her” blah blah blah “it was nice of you to humor me, though. i know yue really loved our sessions.”

at which point piandao bravely resists the urge to take sokka by the shoulders and shake him, and instead simply asks him, “so how’s grad school?”

#10000dandelions #piandao #sokka #yue #modern au #asks #piandao&sokka #sokkaxyue #not so sneakily sneaking in writer katara as well bc ive been thinking abt that a lot lately #her articles would slap #also the hakoda absence is very convoluted #but just know that he doesn’t intentionally abandon them he doesn’t die and he isn’t in the army #so there.

[smalls-words]

I’m Here

Summary: The public does not love Wanda, but you let her know just how much you care for her, in your own special way.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Spider-Reader

Genre: Lil bit of angst, but very fluffy

Warnings: Death threats, Wanda being sad (hurts me deeply), please let me know if there’s anything else!

Requested: yes/NO

Words: 2,997

A/N - I’m just clearing out my inventory rn, so here’s a super fluffy, slightly angsty fic with a green and blue Spider-Reader :) Also, I know I’ve already done stuff about online hate but she’s been getting so much of it from MoM that I feel she would want cuddles and fluff (this DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS)

*not my gif*

You sat calmly in the main meeting room of the compound, slowly working through your paperwork for your previous mission before you felt two hands come to your shoulders. You smirked softly and felt the slow exhale through a nose by your ear, a chin coming to rest on your right shoulder before arms snaked under yours and made your pen spritz across the paper.

“Wanda…” You groaned, reaching for the whiteout but her arms kept you firmly in place. 

“Hi, detka (baby).” She whispered against your ear, making a shiver travel down your spine.

“H-Hi.” 

That witch knew how to set you back into default instantly. 

“Cuddles?” She asked, removing her limbs from under yours so that she could spin you around in your chair.

“Wands, I have to get this done by tonight.” 

She pondered the thought for a moment before a red wisp curled around your chair, opening a large gap between the seat and the armrest as she climbed on top of you. You stayed still until she stopped moving, realising that her legs had gone through the new gaps whilst her arms hooked around your back, her face nuzzling into your neck.

“Cuddles.” She sighed, happy.

You smiled widely, happy yourself, and moved closer to the table so you could continue your work. You didn’t know why, but with Wanda there, you seemed to work faster and completed your work within the hour. You clicked your pen and rested it on top, knowing that Fury would be around tomorrow to collect it anyway, and finally wrapped your arms around Wanda.

“Hi, cuddle bug.” You snickered.

“Are you still awake?”

“Mhmm.” She hummed against your neck.

“What’s got you all snuggly today, my love?” You asked.

“Jus’ wanted you close.” 

Your heart melted at the soft response, pulling away slightly to have her eyes meet yours. Those tired little pools of green jumped between your own set of eyes before hers closed and she leaned into you. Her soft lips brushed yours and you sealed the air exhaling from her lungs, simply elated that her lips were against yours. 

She pulled away and held tighter onto you, letting you pick her up and carry her to the couch. You moved to lie down but she shook her head as she felt her body recline, nodding when you asked if she wanted to sit upright. So, you sat down, cradling her ass within your crossed legs, whilst she kept as much of herself attached to you as possible. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked, kissing her temple.

You felt her mind poke yours playfully and you chuckled aloud softly, letting her in. 

*Yes, oh great poker of my mind?* 

*Hi.* Her mind sounded very soft, softer than you’d ever known it to be. 

*Is everything okay in here?* You poked her mind and heard her giggle aloud.

*Yes.*

*Do you want to do something together?*

*Hmm… No, I’m a bit tired.* She answered, her lips parting against your skin to yawn.

*Alright. Would you like for me to hold you whilst you have a nap?* 

She looked up at you and you swear your heart exploded as she rested her chin on your chest. Her head cocked to the side and you knew thoughts were churning behind the hidden wall in her mind as a small smile broke out on her lips. 

*Wanda…* You sent the warning thought, watching her carefully as she climbed further on you.

She called a blanket towards you both and you felt it wrap around your back, cocooning her tightly against you but in a comfortable way. Your collective warmth spread into the blanket and she sighed contently, happily falling asleep in your arms.

You busied yourself with braiding small pieces of hair, the kinds that tufted out from the bottom of her hair; you carefully teased and straightened her eyebrows whilst tracing the shell of her ears, moving flyaways from disturbing her peaceful slumber. 

Eventually, you asked FRIDAY to turn the TV on but keep it on as low as possible, mindlessly watching contestants attempt to win money on game shows. Still, you braided small pieces of Wanda’s hair until you decided to unravel them all, combing your fingers softly through them.

FRIDAY whispered above whilst pausing the TV. “Ms L/N, you have received a Twitter notification. Shall I read it to you or would you like your phone brought to you from the meeting room?” 

You held up two fingers, to which your phone was brought to you, and you thanked FRIDAY with a nod before she disappeared. You opened your phone and went straight into Twitter, seeing a private but anonymous message.

‘How could you ever be with that reckless piece of shit you call your girlfriend? She was there when my brother was killed, and she did nothing to stop it from happening! #GetRidOfScarletWitch’ 

You looked down at the hashtag they used, anger growing in your chest but your laboured breathing made Wanda stir.

“Y/N/N?” She mumbled, sleep fatiguing her mind.

You looked down and smiled warmly at her, the anger in your chest being overridden by love. “Go back to sleep, baby girl.”

You watched her nod and waited until she fell back asleep before you clicked on the hashtag, seeing more than a hundred thousand tweets registered under it, and even more shares.

‘Wanda Maximoff is too powerful, and the government needs to lock her up! #GetRidOfScarletWitch’ 

‘She killed twelve people in that fight in Lagos! #GetRidOfScarletWitch’

‘Wherever you are, Wanda Maximoff, I hope you die and burn in hell for killing my sister! #GetRidOfScarletWitch’ 

‘The Scarlet Witch should be sent back into the Salem Witch Trials and burned at the stake! #GetRidOfScarletWitch’

You scrolled and scrolled until you threw your phone across the couches, not able to afford another but you had to get your anger out somehow. How dare these people say such heinous things? 

You looked down at Wanda and tears began to build in your eyes. How dare they? She was the sweetest soul on the earth - she cooked for you when you were sad, she always searched for you and held you when she was in a loving mood. Yes, she was a little bit broken and fragile but which Avenger wasn’t?

After twenty minutes, you closed your eyes, simply relishing in Wanda’s love for you as you fell asleep too.

——————————🜃🜂🜁🜄 —————————

A new mission arrived a week later. You unlocked the bracelet on your wrist and the suit peeled out onto your body, keeping a snug but comfortable fit. You looked over and smiled warmly at Wanda’s suit, although you could see a few design flaws.

You sat next to each other on the jet and you called your mask on before you exited. The building was rigged with booby traps, as HYDRA normally does, but your job was to get through them. You closed your eyes and trusted your tingle, which led you through with ease to the stop button, allowing Wanda to simply walk through.

“Look at my knight in green and blue armour.” She grinned, kissing your cheek before she passed you, your tingle going off but you saw nothing around you. 

“Wanda… Get behind me.” You muttered warningly and she retreated back to you, her eyes glowing. 

You stood back to back, covering each other’s six, before an alarm went off in your suit. 

“Poison gas detected. Mask will not be removed unless clear of gas.” 

You nodded to yourself before you looked back and saw a wisp surround Wanda’s mouth, a gas mask peeling onto her face. She nodded to you and you both walked towards it, but an explosion to your right had you knocked through the building.

Your senses kicked in and you gripped onto the side of the building, watching Wanda fall before she caught herself just in time to land safely on the ground. She looked up at you and you shook your head.

*Catch them.* You asked her and she nodded, creating a web of her own design whilst you shot out two towards the incoming agents. 

You knocked your knee up into one of their jaws before throwing them out, whilst you dismantled the mask on the other and he collapsed to the ground. You continued through the mass that had found you, kicking and punching and kneeing and smashing, until you stood within a mass of unconscious or dead bodies, depending on if you removed their mask or not.

You watched the gas around you settle, the nasty green hue of it clearing as dust onto the still bodies, and you stepped out towards the hole you had broken in the building. 

“FRIDAY, please clean my suit.” You muttered inside your mask, sticking onto the wall as you climbed down the side of the building.

“Cleaning suit… cleaning completed.” She answered as you stopped.

“This is all your fault, you stupid witch!” 

“Go back to Sokovia! You should have perished with your people!”

“You should kill yourself! Nobody wants you around anyway!”

The crowd surrounded Wanda and backed her into the wall of the building, throwing death threats and harsh words you knew she would hold onto for a while. You let go of your hold on the building and landed in front of her, your appearance startling the people until they continued.

You cupped her cheeks and brushed away her tears, your touch coaxing her reddened eyes to open. You smiled at her, strategically placing your hands so she couldn’t see anyone but you.

“Just focus on me, my love.” You murmured, her senses honing in on you.

“It’s just me here. No-one else. Nobody can hurt you when I’m here, okay?”

She nodded, trying to believe your words. “P-Promise?” She stammered and you nodded, wiping away another loose tear.

“Wanda, you could be a thousand miles away and I’d come if you called. I’d cross oceans to find you, to have you safe, to have you with me. I promise you, no harm will come to you as long as I am standing.” 

She sighed and closed her eyes, the tears finally stopping before you turned around and shielded her with your mechanical shelter.

“ENOUGH!” You boomed, their voices silencing as you removed your mask.

“How dare you throw death threats around like they mean nothing! She has protected you from this gas, and you dare to tell her to die, to kill herself because nobody wants her?!”

Your eyes scanned the crowd, but not a single pair of eyes met yours. “Come on! You wanna throw death threats?! Throw them at me! What has the Scarlet Witch done to have them that I have not?!”

Again, they were silent. You huffed, turning around to walk into your shelter to see Wanda sniffling and sitting on the ground. Your suit recalled the shelter onto your back and you picked her up, wrapping her in your webs against your chest before you swung up to the top of the building, keeping one hand underneath her.

“I have Wanda. Let’s go.” You spoke into the comms, waiting patiently for the Quinjet.

——————————🜃🜂🜁🜄 —————————

After debriefing and removing your webs from Wanda, you waited for her to shower as you got dressed. You sat patiently on your shared bed and fiddled with the suit as it sat on your wrist, noticing the pressure plate to open the slot to shoot a web was misaligned.

But you abandoned the project as you heard crying in the bathroom. You opened the door calmly and saw how Wanda had not taken off her suit, even with the water running. You quickly turned it off and moved to hold her by the waist, trying to get her head to tilt back up from its hung position. 

“Wanda, Wanda, hey.” You cooed, turning her around but she hid behind her hands and shook her head.

“No, no, no! Go away, get away from me!”

Instead, you wrapped her tightly in your arms, slowly unzipping her suit until you pulled away and removed it from her top half. You let it hang from her bottom half and pulled every bit of skin against yours as possible, bringing her back from her sobbing low.

“Wanda, my love, take all the time you need. You’re safe, nobody is going to hurt you. Just keep breathing, in and out is good, nice and slow.” 

You moved your entire body with your breathing, begging mentally that she’d follow, and she did, but not from hearing it. Her arms hung in-between your body and hers as she continued to sob, her entire body weight on you.

You moved her into the shower after stripping her of her clothes, not caring that yours were soaked as you washed her. You combed through her hair and cleaned her dirty face, kissing her softly every chance you could.

“Wanda, my darling love, can you hear me?”

She nodded, eyes still closed, and she sank into you. You caught her - you would catch her every time - and her sobs finally ceased.

Her arms snaked up yours and she held herself up by the lock around your neck, nuzzling into you. You chuckled and grabbed a warm and fuzzy towel, wrapping her up in it before you placed her on top of the toilet bowl. You stripped and grabbed your own towel before pulling on a clean set of pyjamas, walking back in to see Wanda staring at the mirror.

“What do you see, my sweet?” You asked, brushing your fingertips along her thigh.

“Um… I see me. That’s how reflections work, Y/N/N.” She murmured.

You chuckled at her quip and watched a smile peek onto her lips, your strong arms pulling her up before you dressed her in some pyjamas. When you were both done, you picked her up and paused as you looked at your bed. You didn’t move anywhere, wanting the weight on her shoulders to fall onto you. She sighed softly into you and sank, releasing the tension in her body.

“Is there anything you’d like to talk about?” You offered. 

“I guess… I don’t like how people talk about me on the internet. I’m still a human being. I don’t like my powers, but I’m learning, and that shouldn’t mean people should tell me to die.” She murmured, tracing her fingers along made-up swirls on your arm.

“Anything else?” 

“I love you.” She grinned, kissing your neck before you placed the both of you in bed.

“I love you too, my beautiful Wanda.” You cooed, kissing her softly. 

She pulled away and rested her head back on your chest, tracing your skin once more. “Why are people mean?” 

Your heart cracked at the soft question, pulling her tighter against you. “People are mean for many reasons, my dear. It could be how they were raised, what they were taught; jealousy, envy, anger, even sadness; no one person is the same, hence the fact that there are many reasons as to why they are mean.” 

She sighed and nodded, kissing your collarbone. “I know I shouldn’t care what they think, but it hurts.” 

“You wanna know what I think?” You asked, watching her eyes look up at you with the softest, most doe-like eyes ever.

“I think that even though people say these mean things about you, there will always be some that will never judge you, hurt you, or make you feel bad in any way.” 

“What, like you?” She smirked playfully.

“No, the team.” You deadpanned, chuckling when her face filled with playful fear.

“As always, my love, you are mine. Nothing can take me from you, and they would die by my hands if they tried.” 

“What… What if you die?” She whispered, the dark thought alarming you before you moved her head against your chest.

“Can you hear that?” You asked quietly and she nodded.

“That beats only for you. If I die, I will die knowing that I loved you wholeheartedly, without shame or fear, and I would be okay with it.”

“You can’t leave me, Y/N.” She murmured, and your hand came to caress her cheek.

“I will eventually, my dearest Wanda. We will cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“Just… Can you do it after me?” 

You snickered softly and pulled your eyes down to see her smiling slightly, kissing her lips with the pure intent on having them all to yourself. “I can certainly promise that.” 

Wanda kissed you again, with more passion and admiration than before. “I can’t believe I found you. You’re everything I wanted and so much more.”

You blushed slightly and she giggled, holding your cheek as she brushed a thumb against a scar by your eyebrow. 

“You’re my everything, Y/N. I can’t wait to live the rest of my life with you.” 

You held her hand on your cheek and nuzzled into it. “Neither can I.” 

She smiled warmly before a yawn broke through her lips, leaving you to pull her flush against your body and adjust the sheets over the both of you, closing her eyes with two kisses as you followed her into the land of slumber.

#smalls-words #wandamaximoffimagine #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff

[nanamimizz]

tags: reader is a big cry baby, aizawa and reader are married, gen reader, reader wears mascara, eri is confused and concerned, i need something fluffy after the misery bnha is putting me through rn

synopsis: graduation comes and aizawa is beyond happy.

aizawa shouta laughs when class 1-a graduates.

he’s overjoyed, elated and bursting with pride. he watches them line up in their uniforms, bright eyed and smiling ever after everything that they had gone through. he doesn’t even get a tear out because you’re at his side bawling like a newborn.

your face is in your hands and you’re sniffling loudly, tears making through through the cracks of your fingers. you spent all day getting ready and now you’re face is soaking wet with tears and snot. he hands you the handkerchief that was folded in the pocket of his suit and pats your back. eri looks up at you with eyes that filled with more concern than curiosity.

“here, come on they haven’t even gotten their diplomas yet and you’re already crying.” he says, voice softened by affection. you wipe at your face with the soft material, mascara streaks making you look like a raccoon. he bits back a chuckle.

“are you okay?” eri asks from her place at your side, little hands gripping your jacket. you nod your head and take gulps of air. you hiccup and wipe your eyes again.

“i’m-i’m just so h-happy. that they made it.” you look at shouta and he smiles - even with your lip wobbly and your face scrunched up from your happy sobs you still are the prettiest person he’s ever seen.

“they made it shouta.” he blinks back his own tears. the scars still ache but they have healed. his students have bloomed wonderfully, chasing the sun despite the hardships. he glances back at them - he can see midoriya’s nervous face and can hear bakugou’s shouts. iida’s rigid regard for etiquette and todoroki’s monotone voice cutting through. even on a day like today they are still causing a ruckus in there section.

they are his pride and joy.

“yes, they have. they will go only further from here.” he says and if you didn’t know shouta they way you know him, you’d miss the soft crack in his voice. but you know shouta like the palms of your hands and you know there’s a part of him that cracks at the fact that they aren’t his anymore.

“shouta please d-dont cry cuz then i’ll cry-“, you can even finish your sentence before another sob is heaved from your chest. he can’t help but laugh - you’ve never been one to cry in public events, the only time he can remember is your wedding and you had scampered off the altar to cool off before coming back.

“don’t laugh at me!” you almost whine and shouta truthfully can’t help himself but chuckle at your watery expression - you looked like a baby seal on the ice from that documentary you made him watch with you. he wipes your tear tracks and mascara lines, tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“sorry for laughing, it’s just humorous to see you like this. the last i saw you like this is during our wedding.” what he thinks would soothe only make you cry more.

“why would you bring up the happiest day of my life on the 2nd most happiest day of my life when i’m already crying!” whatever you say next is blurred, the film of the memory continuing and aizawa shouta can only think about how happy he is right now, and how happy he will be when he tells hizashi about how you bawled like a baby before the ceremony even started.

#lamb.writes #aizawa x reader #aizawa fluff #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #i watched the ep today and i needed to write aizawa at class 1-a’s grad #i wrote this with monty in mind because we r both emo #over this guy and his students

[giyuji]

NO EAVESDROPPING! — 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚

pairings. dom!shigaraki tomura x sub!fem!reader.

synopsis. overhearing you and dabi presumably talking about his dick size, tomura is more than angry when he hears your referring to it as something small.

cw. 18+ content, established relationship, some fluff as a treat ig, minors do not interact, degradation, throat-fucking, facial, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, cursing (a lot), angry tomu, spitting, one (1) spank, dacryphilia, dubcon (?) reader is confused for a bit but doesn’t want/ask him to stop, this is filthy i’m warning you.

author's note. mimi i know you’re judging me rn but idc, you can pry shigaraki from my cold dead hands >:)

wc. 7.1k.

“It’s just…something small. And I want to try something bigger but I—I don’t know how he’ll react to that.” 

Your quietly spoken words had Tomura freeze in his step. Hiding behind the corner to hear your comments better, he stood with his eyebrows pulled into a frown, and his lips pulled into a small pout. Something small? Something bigger? He didn’t know what you were talking about. Much less what you needed to talk about with Dabi of all people.

Dabi scoffed, and the sound on its own was enough for anger to rise up within him. The mere fact that it was him you were conversing with was more than enough to get him on edge. Why couldn’t that damned defective fireplace take the hint and leave you the fuck alone?

“Knowing Shigaraki, he’ll be sulking all night if you were to go through with that idea,” he noted. From his viewpoint, Tomura could barely make out the way Dabi shifted on his feet and crossed his arms over his chest. He grinned, and he was positive that meant nothing good. “Though, if you do want to go bigger…I could help you out.” 

Since when did Dabi help people? And what would you need him to help with? Was there something you needed in a bigger size? Something from the store? Most importantly—why was that asshole carrying such a cocky grin upon proposing the idea? 

You gasped excitedly, hands clasping together as you looked up at him. “Would you, really?” Tomura didn’t like how elated you sounded; a feeling of jealousy quickly rose up in his stomach, and a snarl found its way to his lips as he watched you take Dabi into an embrace. “Thank you, so, so much. It means a lot.” 

What the fuck? 

Dabi laughed. The bastard laughed. Throaty and huskily as he used one of his fucked-up disgusting hands to pat you on the back. Tomura felt the itch to decay it, to destroy it so no staple could ever put it back together. The need for his destruction grew bigger once he realised Dabi didn’t laugh—ever. 

“It’s alright, doll,” he assured you. “We’ll call it even.” 

Doll. Doll…what the hell was he doing? Calling you doll. No—calling his boss’s girlfriend doll. Calling the girlfriend of Tomura Shigaraki doll. Surely, surely, leather face had a death wish at this point. Would he still dare to call you the nickname if he knew Tomura was listening? 

“Alright,” you mumbled, and pulled back from the embrace. It only lasted two seconds at most, but even those seconds felt way too long to your boyfriend. “But, still, thank you.” 

“Mhm,” Dabi hummed. “How about we keep it as a surprise?” 

You frowned, that cute little crease settling in-between your eyebrows as it always did. Tomura felt the need to even it out with his fingers; the small movement almost a habit by now. He fought the urge, however, and stayed hidden. The conversation you and Dabi shared seemed far from over. 

“A surprise?” You asked, head tilted to the side. The ends of your mouth turned downwards, and you scratched your elbow. “I—I don’t know if that is a good idea. Tomura doesn’t really like surprises, especially one like this, I feel like.” 

“Oh, c’mon,” Dabi responded. He moved to stand eye-to-eye with you, one side of his lips inching upwards into a small smirk. “Surely, he wouldn’t mind you going for something bigger? It’s just this once, after all. We can keep it a secret for now.” 

His head hurt. Searching for the meaning behind Dabi’s words, the context he was missing was tiring—but once he did, that headache made way for something else. Unbridled anger as the words properly settled in. You wanted to try something bigger, and you were choosing Dabi of all people to get it from. Nevermind utterly humiliating him in front of that bastard, now you also chose him to be the person that would help you cheat on him. 

Tomura felt the familiar itch returning; the itch to destroy, to kill, to get rid of all things he didn’t like. An itch that hadn’t made an appearance since you’d gotten together. All things, all people—the source of his rage all pointed towards a single person. And it wasn’t you. No, no, never you. He could never do that to you. For you, he had something else in store. 

“Oh,” he heard you mumble, voice hushed to a whisper. “No…I—that’s not a very good idea, I think.” 

Had he perhaps misread your signs? Were you not satisfied with him?

Each time he took you, you’d twitch underneath him, you’d struggle to take him all the way to the hilt—no matter how much he prepared you for it. Your cute little doe-eyes would look up at him, filling to the brim with tears as you begged him to let you cum, your nails leaving little indents on his shoulder blades as they racked up and down his back. 

And he truly, truly thought he was doing a well enough job in the moments he’d have you crying out his name as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Maybe he was wrong. 

Tomura had heard enough. You were about to continue talking, he could see, but he was in no way in the mood for it. He moved faster than both you or Dabi could comprehend, storming into the room with a deep frown and a clenched jaw. 

“No, it’s not a fucking good idea,” he snarled towards the both of you. Four of his fingers harshly grabbed a hold of your upper arm, pulling you towards him. A startled gasp left you, though you stifled it rather quickly upon noticing the expression he carried. “Come with me.” 

It wasn’t as if you had much choice in the matter. 

“Bro, calm down, we were ju—” 

Dabi’s words fell on deaf ears. Tomura didn’t listen, not to him, and not to you, he instead marched over to your bedroom—only stopping his rough movements and letting go of your arm when he went to lock the door. He threw you against it, ignoring the slight sound of pain that slipped past your lips. With a pout, you rubbed the spot on the back of your head that got hit. 

“What the hell was that for?” 

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Quit acting so fucking stupid.” With one step, he closed the space between the two of you. His slender figure pressed up against yours, tits squishing against his chest as he trapped you between himself and the wooden surface behind you. “You know exactly what the hell that was for.” He mumbled. Due to the close proximity, you felt his breath fanning your face. 

“I—I don’t. Tomura, I—” 

“Shut up!” He repeated. “Just—shut up.” 

One of his hands wrapped around your waist, pushing you tighter against his hips. The other found its way up into your hair, careful at first, delicate as he carded through the locks, then, all at once, he used four of his fingers to harshly tug it downwards. A sharp whine left you at the sting. He looked down at you from this angle, and it send a shiver down your spine.

His breathing was erratic, his chest heaved up and down, and you felt yourself squirm beneath him as he took his sweet time glancing over every inch of your body. Tomura took a peek at your chest, where your tits were sitting so prettily in that tight little shirt, moving up and down as you panted. He looked at your legs, almost fully visible in that skimpy skirt you’d chosen to wear today—almost as if you’d planned to fuck Dabi today. How dare you wear such an outfit for anybody other than him? 

He exhaled; jaw still clenched as he captured your eyes with his again. The red within turned less scarlet by the second, rapidly fading into a deep bordeaux. You gasped when you felt his nose nudging the side of your cheek, swallowing as you watched him lean in towards your ear. His lips grazed your soft skin as he spoke. 

“I’m very angry,” he admitted. “So, be a doll, and do what I say.” 

It felt good to use the nickname like that. Tomura found relief in using it in a derogatory way. The hand he had in your hair carefully slid down, and he used it to put a few of your locks behind your ear as he pulled himself back from you. The smile on his lips unnerved you, and yet excited you at the same time. Never had you seen him this angry, at the very least not at you. 

“O—Okay,” you whispered, captivated by the feral look in his eyes. “Okay. I—I’m sorry, for whatever I—” 

“On your knees.” 

Somewhere, you should’ve known trying to apologise now would be futile. Even if you weren’t entirely sure what you’d done wrong to rile him up so badly. You blinked at him. Stupidly, if you were to ask him. An irritatingly, innocent look on your face. Aren’t you such a pretty little actress, hm? Acting as if you weren’t verbally expressing your desire to walk the path of infidelity. 

Tomura pulled on your hair again; you managed to stifle your whimpers this time around. This little performance of yours was pissing him off—almost as much as it was turning him on. As aggravating as it was, he still felt his pants tighten considerably at those troublesome doe-eyes you were giving him. Fuck you. Fuck you and those stupid eyes. Luckily for him—he was about to. 

“Are you fucking deaf?” He lashed out, nose poking into the skin of your cheek. You shook your head quickly, squeezing your eyes shut. “Then get on your fucking knees.” 

“Okay! Okay!” 

Slowly, almost too slowly, you finally kneeled down to the ground. Your fingers traced alongside his trousers as you went, but one scalding glare from him had you remove them. Of course—he wasn’t in a particularly good mood. Testing him any further was bound to end in tragedy. You released a shaky breath once your knees touched the wooden flooring, withholding a flinch at the cold temperature of it. 

You looked back up at him, waiting, for what—he didn’t know. Tomura scoffed. “You know what to do, don’t you? Been down here plenty of times before,” he huffed. Somehow, him removing his eyes from your figure hurt. 

If anything, your pretend-confusion was fuelling his impatience. For a second he hesitated, entertained the thought of you being genuinely baffled at his behaviour. Then the words you’d given to Dabi fought themselves back into his head, and all previous doubt washed away. Even if they hadn’t—you still reached for his belt buckle despite your so-called confusion. 

You didn’t need to pretend. Tomura was well aware how much you enjoyed sucking him off, almost as much as he did receiving it. You once tried hiding it, but the second he got down to finger you after you’d given him head, to prepare you for him, he was bewildered at the ease in which his fingers slid inside. Since then, you hadn’t tried to hide it. And even if you did, that whorish cunt of yours would betray you any day of the week when it came down to him.

It was one of many things he loved about you. Immediately, he discarded that thought. No—no, he wasn’t going to love you tonight. He was mad, furious even, and he’ll be damn sure to let you know. 

Your nimble fingers hastily made work of the buckle, a soft clinging sound the only sound save for your heavy pants; the rapid tufts of air hit his pelvis as you scrambled to get his dick out from its restraints. Before Tomura could scold you about taking your sweet, sweet time, your hand ducked into his boxers. You earned yourself a hiss at the sudden contact, and, then, a sigh in relief as you started moving up and down, and up and down, setting a steady pace. 

He was about to sputter out a protest when you removed your hand away from him, though he quickly decided against it when he saw you spit into the palm of your hand. Using your saliva and the drops of pre-cum he’d produced as slick to get rid of the friction, he had to withhold a groan as you now started moving again—this time without the slight burn customary of some pesky dryness.

You thumbed his tip, having him stutter. He looked at you again, and he grinned at the way you seemed to lap up the attention. His attention—only his. Four of his fingers pushed against your head. It was clear as day what he wanted you to do, and from the way you bit your bottom lip in anticipation, thighs rubbing together to chase some type of relief—you didn’t mind it at all.

With a newfound vigour, you hastily tucked some escaped strands of your hair back behind your ears. The smile you gave him as he gathered all your locks together into a make-shift ponytail, was almost enough to dwindle his anger. Almost. If you hadn’t tested the waters further, hadn’t continued jerking him off and ignoring his blatant hints, he would’ve lost his fury tight then and there. 

Before he could lash out, however, your plumb lips wrapped around his tip, and all thoughts of scolding were put on the back-burner. You sucked harshly, earning yourself a hiss, and a disapproving glare from above. You grinned, still suckling on the tip only as you swirled around it with your tongue.

Tomura muttered a sound of disagreement. “No, no, no,” he mumbled, one finger tapping on your jaw. “Open.” He instructed. You frowned, eyes narrowing, but complying with his demand regardless. “Further.” He hummed in satisfaction as you listened, and tapped your jaw again. “More.” A devilish grin graced his lips as soon as you did so. “Good.” Then, all at once, he shoved his cock inside your awaiting mouth. 

You spluttered around his length, more than surprised at the sudden intrusion. Before, he would always ease you into it. Never had he taken you so roughly. Certainly not your mouth. Small fists hit his thighs, small in comparison to his frame, and you tried to pull your head back—though, you should’ve known that he wouldn’t let you. He simply let out a low groan, head thrown back as he felt your throat constricting around him when you gagged. 

He didn’t stop. Who cared about your fists continuously hitting his legs? Tomura moved his hips, fucking into your mouth with a newfound ecstasy coursing through him. Fuck—you felt so good. He peeked down through his eyelashes, a sadistic grin forming on his lips as he watched the tears form in your eyes. You gagged again, pushed yourself back, again. Aren’t you a fucking liar. 

Stop squeezing your thighs together. Stop trying to reach a hand down towards your clit. Stop trying to chase your own high. Maybe then he’ll take your word for it, maybe then he’ll believe you’re not thoroughly enjoying getting your throat fucked like a common whore. 

Once again, you spluttered around him. This time he’d purposely sought it out, with the four fingers pressing you down towards his pelvis. “What’s wrong, baby,” he mocked, the coo in his voice the cause of your furiously heated cheeks. “Hm? ‘Thought it wasn’t anything big—fuck—just, shit, just something small. Stop, ngh, stop struggling, then.” 

That cute little frown settled on your forehead again, in-between your brows, and this time he pushed it back down with his index finger. “Shh,” he murmured in response to your muffled whine. “Just take it. Shouldn’t be too difficult, after all.” The last part of his sentence lacked his previous joyful taunting. It didn’t seem you were taking his words to heart; too consumed with his cock in your mouth to focus on anything else. 

Your eyes widened as he slowed his pace, steadily coming to a slow rhythm opposed to the rapid thrust from before. Tomura allowed you to take him inch by inch, pushing more and more of him down your throat until he was fully in again. He let out a guttural moan when he felt your nose nudging his pelvis, your nails scratching into the fabric of his jeans, you constricting around him again. You truly did feel like a blessing when you brought him such bliss.

“Fuck, keep going like that,” he groaned. With his head thrown back, he missed the sight of you looking up at him with tears dripping down the apples of your cheeks. Loud hums left you, used as a signal to tell him that you couldn’t breathe. Of course, he didn’t particularly care right now. “Just a bit more, baby, just a bit—shit, fuck, fuck—” 

Groan after groan left him, weaving a beautiful song together as he chased that high, only so he could throw himself off the edge of it. Tomura pulled you back from his cock, ignoring the way you heaved for air, and switched back to thrusting in your mouth. He went harder, faster, deeper, faster again, until he felt himself nearing the edge. A string of curse words tumbled past his lips, and quickly, before you could properly comprehend it—he pulled out of your mouth. 

You panted as he did so, trying to gather every bit of air you could. The entirety of your forehead was drenched in sweat, baby-hairs sticking to it, and your cheeks were wet with tears, your mouth still connected to his cock by a mixture of saliva and pre-cum. With tired eyes, you looked up at him. 

If you really were to leave him after this….well, then he was for sure going to make the absolute most out of it. 

You’d always been his favourite sight to lay eyes on, but that amplified tenfold as soon as your pretty face was debauched by his release. And so, he painted your face white again. Clutching onto the experience for, perhaps, the last time ever. 

As soon as you caught up to his plans, you’d closed your eyes and opened your mouth. Greedy, hungry to take it all. A thick, heavy rope of his cum landed on your cheek, and another one on your tongue as you hurried to lap it up, another one decorated the bridge of your nose, and fuck—weren’t you gorgeous. 

Tomura’s chest heaved up and down as he looked at you, each gasp of air felt like it wouldn’t be enough to get the rapid beat of his heart to normal. Quickly, he tore his eyes away from you, and towards your bed. Just for a moment. Immediately after, two of his fingers reached out to scoop up his release. He gathered all of the residue from your pretty face, cleaning it up until everything was on his fingers, and then harshly shoved them into your mouth. 

You gurgled around his fingers for a few second, once again surprised at the sudden fill, but it didn’t take long for you to gather your bearings. As soon as you started lapping up the cum around his fingers, sucking the digits clean, he grinned. Such a greedy little whore for him. You always were. Always. All the more reason for him to get angry at your conversation with Dabi. 

Were you just a whore, then? Not his whore, but simply a general one. He wasn’t too sure if he could accept that. 

Tomura leaned down. One of his knees joined yours on the floor. With two of his fingers still in your mouth, he used his other hand to grab your chin. He pulled you towards him, relishing in the way your breath hit his face as you fought to catch your breath. Your eyes locked onto his. 

“On the bed,” he said, nose nudging yours slightly. He cursed under his breath when he felt you suck eagerly on his fingers, the acknowledgement at his words sending his blood straight to his cock again. “All fours, face down, ass up. Think you can do that, hm?” 

You nodded furiously, eyes still damp with tears as you ached for him to finger you, to fuck you, to do something to you. Tomura pulled his fingers out of your mouth with force, enjoying the way you coughed and cleared your throat as a response. As soon as you’d found your composure again, you looked at him. 

You looked at him as if he carried the world on his shoulders. Why ever think of cheating, then? His eyes glazed over again as the words echoed in the back of his mind. Something small, something small, something small. Your whine pulled him out of it, and he blinked as he watched you push yourself closer to him—you were trying to sneak a kiss. 

“No,” he said firmly, almost as if he was bored. Four of his fingers cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks together to halt your movement. You wouldn’t get a kiss from him. Not this time. “No. Get a move on.” 

Your bottom lip wobbled, and he rolled his eyes. If this wasn’t one of the oldest tricks in your book. You knew he’d do anything to prevent you from crying—on usual circumstances, that is. You looked up at him, still on your knees, and a tear fell from your eyes as you blinked. You were waiting for him to change his mind, to give in as he usually would. His hold on your cheeks tightened, and his glare never wavered. 

“Get. Going.” 

There was a small hint of surprise on your face. Of course, your sweet little boyfriend wasn’t in a sweet mood. You really should’ve thought about that before trying to pull out the waterworks to get your way. You cleared your throat, sniffing, and wiping away the tear before you quickly got up and positioned yourself on the mattress. 

The skirt you wore inched up to your back, and you never bothered to adjust it. Instead, you allowed him a full view of your perky ass and thoroughly soiled panties. Were you enjoying this that much? Perhaps you still hadn’t gotten the message. 

No matter—he’ll fuck it into you. 

Your antics annoyed him, but, fuck, if the view you’d given him wasn’t one for sore eyes. The plush skin of your ass was calling out to him, asking, no, begging him to touch it. And he was sure the amount of slick that was dripping down your thighs and wetting your panties, was something he’d never seen before. Supple thighs stained; lacy thong utterly ruined. 

He was trying to be mad at you. Trying to tell you he was. He should’ve known you’d be too much of a slut to see any of this as a punishment.

Before finally laying a hand on your figure, Tomura reached for the gloves he’d thrown off this morning. Leaning down with a groan, an annoyed one, as it was one more step to take before he got to burry himself inside you again, he snatched the gloves from a nearby side-table. As mad as he was at you—he still didn’t want you dead. And in his current state, he wasn’t entirely sure he could trust himself not to accidentally use five fingers. 

Soft footsteps graced your ears, and a quiet yelp left you as you finally felt his fingers touching your skin—three of them, now, as his pinkie and ring finger were covered by the supple leather. 

A low rumble sounded through his chest, and he sighed as he kneaded the flash of your ass between his fingers with one hand, the other being used to rut his dick up into. Tomura cursed under his breath as he glanced down at his ever-hardening cock. He never needed long to get himself going again, not with you. 

A squeak left you when you felt his tip prodding your clothed core, pushing the sullied fabric further into your wetness. Droplets of his pre-cum only adding to the mess between your legs. He wondered what was on your mind right now. And he wondered if you’d caught on to what he was planning, yet. 

Your shaking hand raised from the bed, fingers twitching as you pointed at what was behind him. At the same place he’d just retrieved his gloves from. “Condoms are—are on the side-table,” you managed to get out. 

“Huh?” Tomura mumbled, and turned his head to look at the box he’d purposely left behind. He chuckled, firmly pinching your flesh between his fingers. “Yeah, that’s nice. They look real pretty sitting over there.” Grunting as he tugged your figure backwards, relishing in the feel of your cunt tightly pressed against him. “And they’ll stay pretty. Over there.” 

You couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped; conflicted, turned-on, and impatient. The second of the pair took over as your boyfriend reached for the side of your panties, pushing them aside and letting them snap back against your ass with a loud snap. You flinched at the sound more than at the feel. The hand he had on your hip tightened, fingertips leaving crescent indents into your bare skin as he pushed your skirt further up. This was taking too long. You wanted him—now. The risk of him fucking you raw far less important to you than getting fucked silly. 

It was cold when he pushed your thong aside, the warmth of your pussy much higher than the one of the rooms. You shivered as he brought the tip towards your folds, a strangled groan leaving him as he slid it through your slick. Tomura cursed again, a plethora of colourful words coming out of him as he toyed with your pussy a bit longer—prodding you here and there but never going in fully. 

Once you felt him push the tip in, finally, a sudden rush of panic washed over. Was he really going to take you like this? 

“Wait—are you—are you not gonna gra—Fuck!”

Tomura didn’t give you a second to complain. All at once, and without warning, he bullied his cock through your folds and into that sweet, sweet cunt. The stretch burned, the sudden intrusion hurt, and the only thing that prevented an agonising wail was the slick you’d gathered by sucking him off. 

It still hurt—you both knew. You from the signs your body was giving you, and him from your pitiful whines and pathetic stutters. The thing was, he didn’t seem to care much. And for some reason….neither did you.

When he was fully inside, he leaned down. Never moving, simply positioning himself near your head to answer the question you’d tried to push out. “No,” he whispered, looking at you through his lashes. An unknown look occupied his eyes as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “No, I’m not going to grab one.” 

Again—if you really were to leave him after tonight, Tomura at least wanted to fuck you raw just this once. To fill you up to the brim, to see his cum seeping out of you. Just this once. As a consolation from himself to himself. 

You wanted to make a comment, he knew. Something smart, as you always did. A quip like ‘yes, I’ve gathered that myself, funnily enough,’ but you never got the chance. Instead, a sharp gasp left you, fingers curling into the duvet and cheek getting squished into the mattress as he started moving. He hammered into you, in-out-in-out, pace never faltering and way too quick for your thoughts to stay coherent. 

One of his hands left your waist, and at first Tomura tried putting his shirt between his teeth to allow him a full view of your greedy pussy sucking his cock in so perfectly. Though, he settled on taking it off completely once it kept getting in the way. Not once did he stop his thrusts as he moved, as he discarded the black tee across the room. You kept clenching around him, making that tight feel even more prominent. 

“T—Tomu,” you babbled, a gasp interrupting your sentence. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt his tip prodding a spot that had you keen, toes curling as he continued hitting it. “Please—I, ngh, just—wait—too—too fast.” 

“Shh, you don’t need a second,” he told you, leaving very little room for arguments. A euphoric sigh left him when he thrusted again, the wail you let out music to his ears, the way your ass jiggled with each pump something they should put in the Louvre. “It’s—fuck—it’s just something—small, right?” 

You shook your head no. Fast. Furiously, so. Tears gathered at your waterline, more so from pure bliss rather than pain. The lack of prep burned at the start, it still does, but less so. “No! No! It’s—what are you—” 

“Shut up,” he snapped. One of his palms harshly struck one of your ass cheeks, and his cock twitched at the way you yelped in surprise. Don’t think he missed the way you tightened around him—he didn’t. His hand reached for your throat, abandoning your waist, and he pulled you upwards. With your back against his chest, he brought his mouth next to your ear. “Just shut the fuck up.” 

“O—Okay,” you stuttered, a strangled moan leaving you again as he picked up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin got louder, and louder, and louder; the skin of your ass now a bright red from the way he hit it a few seconds ago. You whined against him, your hand finding the one that was resting on his throat. “F—Fuck, Tomura.” 

He squeezed. “Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” He sneered, and you opened your mouth to apologise. A wrong decision on your part, as he grabbed your jaw to keep your lips apart. Then, before you realised, he spit into your mouth, eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he watched you swallow it down without even being told to do so. “Fucking whore.” 

Fuck—he’d never called you that with such disdain, such anger, such harshness before. You almost felt ashamed of the way it had your pussy flutter around him. He grunted at the feeling, dick twitching at the way you sucked him in so perfectly. You were so warm, so snug, and so perfectly moulded for him.

For him. And absolutely nobody else. Nobody else—ever again. If Dabi dared to lay a hand on you in such a way, Tomura would kill him. League of Villains be damned. 

An overabundance of groans, mumbles, and moans left him as he pounded away at your cunt. The squelching of your slick the finest tune to ever hit his ears, especially as it started coating his balls as well as your thighs in your juices. So, so wet—but not wet enough. 

He hammered at the spot he knew would have you whimper, and grinned when you did just that. You clawed at his hips; head thrown back against his shoulder. The only thing he did was pull you tighter against him as he moved the hand on your waist towards your front. 

Careful caresses turned to rough squeezes, and you yelped as he took one of your tits into the palm of his hand; squeezing so hard it lingered on the edge of pain. He tweaked your nipple through your shirt, only moving on towards other parts of your body once he saw you getting accustomed to the touch. You whined at the loss, but a gasp interrupted the sound. Two of his fingers toyed with your clit, and you truly, truly hoped he wasn’t angry enough to leave you high and dry. 

“Please,” you heaved; droplets of sweat decorating your forehead. 

Tomura did contemplate not letting you cum at all. Then, he realised ruining you forever would be an infinitely better way to go—ruining you so badly, no other touch would ever compare to his. You can go. You can leave him, by all means. 

But you will be absolutely miserable. 

He grinned at the plan forming in his head. Yes—that was what he would do.

The stimulation of his dick rutting inside you, prodding against your inner walls so roughly and so perfectly, the way his fingers circled your clit, it was almost too much. His pace was relentless, and it was clear he was worked up, unforgiving, as he worked his frustrations out on you. He was both literally and figuratively fucking you raw. 

And it felt so good, to you, and to him. To finally be as close as possible, to no longer have a barrier—to feel all of the other. You could feel every vein, every curve, every throb of his cock, and it was absolutely euphoric. 

The ecstasy coursing through you was conveyed vocally, your moans picking up in pitch as he continued, slight hiccups joining in as tears of ecstasy started cascading down your cheeks. Tomura hummed, and brought the hand around your throat up towards your face. His thumb picked up one of the tears you allowed to fall, and he put it in his mouth, sucking on the salty liquid. After that, his hand found your throat again. 

You clasped your eyes shut. “’m close—‘m close,” you managed to gasp. 

Your reached for him, to hold onto him, feeling your knees starting to give out. He grunted at your declaration, never stopping, never pausing to push your arm away from the back of his neck. If anything, you felt him apply the slightest bit of pressure to your neck again. 

With his fingers tightly around your throat, on your clit, and with his fat cock bullying its way in-and-out of your pussy, you felt your orgasm was long overdue. When it finally, finally hit, you were trembling in his grasp. Strangled gasps and stuttered moans left you, your high washing over you in sharp waves as you clamped down around him. The mere feel of it had him barrelling over the edge after you. 

Tomura moaned as he came—for the first time ever since the two of you got together. Unfiltered, unrestrained, as he allowed himself to fill you up. His seed seeped into you, warm, thick and never-ending. You whimpered at the feeling, one of your hands finding his hair. You’d worry about finding a Plan B pill later. For now, you were savouring the way your cunt was milking him dry. He stuffed you to the brim, riding out both of your orgasms just a tad longer before pulling out abruptly. 

Some of his cum dripped out as soon as he did so, but he didn’t waste a second and immediately used two fingers to scoop it up and finger it back into you. You squeaked at the feeling, still overly sensitive as you came down from your high. The feeling of fullness only fully settled in once he put your panties back in place, paying no mind to the cum oozing out from the sides—it’d do a well-enough job at keeping it inside for now. 

Tomura was done after that. Something he made very well known, as he let go of your body after which caused you to fall back onto the mattress. A feeling of emptiness washed over you, ironic, considering your current situation. You turned around quickly, features carrying nothing but hurt, lips downturned into a pout, as you watched him tuck himself back in his pants. 

He turned his back towards you. Glancing around the room, probably for the shirt he’d discarded, he never once paid any mind to you. As if you weren’t there. As if he wasn’t fucking you stupid a few seconds ago. 

“Tomu?” You called out meekly, voice small and almost reduced to a whisper. You fiddled with the duvet underneath you, glancing between the blanket and your boyfriend who was still giving you the cold shoulder. “Are you—Aren’t you going to…” 

“Going to what?” He snapped; still, he didn’t look at you. Instead, he started focusing on putting his shirt back on. Once his head popped back up from the top, he finally sought you out. The look in his eyes had you frown. “Going to hold you after? Go ask Dabi to do so.” 

“Why would I want Dabi to do so?” 

He laughed. He laughed, but very little of it was genuine. “Oh? So, he’s not enough for a cuddle, but you’re more than eager to try out his something big.” 

You blinked at him. Did he….no, did he sound hurt? You thought you saw anger in his eyes at first, but slowly, now that the sex was over, it started making way for something else to shine through. Something you hadn’t seen on him before.

“What are you talking about?” 

The aggravated sigh he let out scared you, and you leaned backwards slightly when he threw his hands around in the air as an emphasis of his annoyed state. “Don’t act fucking stupid with me! I heard your conversation. Next time just fuckin’ talk to your boyfriend about that shit instead of complaining about it to others, fuck!” His voice sounded raw at the end of the sentence, choked-up. It tugged on your heartstrings. 

He’d heard your conversation…had he—did he think it was about…? 

“I—Oh.” 

It was the only thing you managed to get out. The wrong words, as it seemed, considering Tomura only got more upset. You hadn’t meant for him to overhear, much less think it’s about….that. This was all a huge misunderstanding. A misunderstanding that did, admittedly, delivered you one of the best fuckings of your life (so far). 

“Yes. Oh. Now, do us both a favour, and get out, okay?” 

“No, no, Tomura, that—that wasn’t about you.” You explained, or tried to. He raised an eyebrow, his face displaying a sense of disbelief all-round. Wincing, you hurried up from the bed, discarding how his cum started dripping down your leg as you walked over to him. “I mean it was, but not in the way you think. It…it was for your birthday.” 

Tomura frowned. He was silent for a bit, blinking a couple of times as if it’d help settle the words in faster. “My birthday?” He mumbled after a while, voice quiet and dialled down to a hushed whisper. 

Carefully, your hand reached out for his. Still with the gloves on, he allowed you to tangle them together. It could be that he was too shocked at your words to push you away, or perhaps you’d assured him enough to let you hold his hand for now. You really hoped for it to be the latter. 

“Yes.” You confirmed, giving him a small, sad smile. “You’re turning twenty-one. That’s a big one, so….I thought of swapping our usual celebration for a bigger one. I just….wasn’t sure if that was something you’d be into.” 

Tomura grunted. If he was to be honest, it wouldn’t be something he would be into. And Dabi was, as annoying as he deemed it, right—he would be sulking all night. Which reminded him….

“Then, why the fuck did Dabi offer to help?” 

You chuckled at the scowl on his face, poking a finger at the end of his mouth to push it back down. He swatted your hand away, though never showed any true malice. If you weren’t mistaken, you even saw a hint of amusement in his eyes. 

“He probably knew you were there,” you said. “He gets a kick out of pissing you off.” 

“Yeah, he does,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “Fucking asshole.” 

You laughed, airy and light, a complete opposite to the mood a mere thirty seconds ago. Tomura pursed his lips together, the closest you’d get to a smile from him, and squeezed your hand. There was more he wanted to say, you knew there was, but it seemed he wasn’t quite ready, yet. So, you waited, waited, and waited, until he finally took a sharp inhale of breath. 

Turning to look away from you again, hiding the slight colouring of his cheeks from your sight, he cleared his throat. “So…you—you are happy…with me?” 

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “Very happy.” You assured him, your free hand reached up towards his face, tucking a few strands of his hair out of the way so you could get a proper look at him. “…And, we both know you’re far from something small.” 

He grumbled some stuff under his breath, feigning a certain amount of nonchalance. If you hadn’t known him as long as you had, you would’ve believed him—but this time, you knew his signs, and you noticed the way the tips of his ears turned red. You didn’t point it out. Something told you he wouldn’t appreciate it. That didn’t stop you from appreciating it, however, no matter how much he tried to hide his face. Only when he murmured something under his breath, did he pull you out of the daze you were in. 

“We have to go to the pharmacy,” he reminded you, glancing down at your skirt. A heavy blush flowed to your cheeks, and you cleared your throat. “Don’t really feel like being a father to someone.” 

“Right, right, me, neither….” You chuckled, scratching the back of your head as you tried to pass off your current embarrassment. It didn’t work, and he noticed, at least, it seemed that way from the grin tugging at the edge of his lips. “Let me just get changed really qui—” 

“No.” 

You blinked at him, startled at the insinuation he was making. “But—it…it’ll drip, and people, they—they’ll see.” You stammered, feeling the heat once again rise to your face. 

“Better keep it inside then.” Tomura mumbled, gloved hand wrapping around your wrist to tug you along. He didn’t seem to pay much mind to the way you looked at him; widened eyes, open mouth, and raised eyebrows—though, you did catch the smirk on his lips as he unlocked the door again. “Let’s go.” 

….And, well, who were you to say no? You had a pharmacy to go to. 

#my mom walked in on me writing this #im mortified #ill be moving to another continent now #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tenko shimura x reader #shimura tenko x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #tomura shigaraki x you

[uramilf]

A/N: Hi everybody! Here’s the prologue of my first series fic called The Record Shop. I’m extremely excited to share this, enjoy the first part! Don’t worry, it’s gonna get more exciting in the first proper chapter. I hope you guys like the sound of our main character Penny (she is named this because every OC i come up with is given a name that I would defo name a baby in the future and penny is my top name rn) Ps. the gif below is exactly how I imagine Matty looking for the duration of this fic lol. I’m sorry but I love mullet Matty xox

The Record Shop —Prologue

Matty Healy au x OC

Warnings: No smut in this part but this fic will contain smut and angst!

*Penny’s POV*

I moved to Manchester from London in June, ready to move on from my shit relationships, my shit job, and my shit family. I had managed to find a new job in a hairdressing salon, hopefully with staff nicer than the last one I worked at. It certainly seemed that way, and the higher pay was a thrilling bonus. My new flat was small but cosy, and I planned on making it beautiful. It was already packed with all the things I loved; scented candles and fairy lights and pretty cushions. I had stuck a few of my favourite bands’ posters on the walls and propped up my guitars in the corners. There were little potted plants on the windowsills and a couple of soft blankets draped over the sofa. My clothes were hanging on a rail in my new bedroom and my record player had been plugged into the wall beside my bed.

I looked around my new flat, thrilled with how much it felt like home already. That is, until my eyes fell on a pile of photos of me and my friends from back home. The pictures spanned over 5 years, from we were 16 and still in school, til now when we were 21. I had left school after my GCSEs (which were abysmal, so it’s a good thing I decided not to go to uni), did a short hairdressing course and got my first job as a proper hairdresser at 20. I worked in London for a year until my relationship broke down and I decided it was time for a fresh start, away from him and away from my family who were still upset that I didn’t complete my A-Levels and “make something of myself.” I felt a pang of loneliness while looking at the photos, realising I didn’t know anyone down here at all. I wasn’t yet friends with my new co-workers, I didn’t know my postman or the staff in the local shops, I didn’t know which nightclubs were good, not that I had anyone to go out with. I didn’t know my new doctor, or my new dentist, or where to get a nice cup of coffee. Everything that I knew about London was gone. But if starting over meant knowing nothing, I would just have to live with it.

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My first day at work was great - my co-workers were friendly and seemed like the type of girls you could really have a laugh with, the customers were chatty enough to keep me entertained throughout the day, and I felt for once like I was in control of my own life. As I walked out of the salon at 5pm clutching my handbag, all feeling of loneliness had dispersed; and I was elated.

A couple of streets away from my flat I walked past a little record shop with a neon pink “open” sign on the door. I could hear Fleetwood Mac playing from inside, which instantly got my attention. I decided to have a browse, maybe treat myself to a new record. Stepping inside, I had a quick look around. The walls were painted a calming cream colour and were lined with band posters and shelves of CDs and records, and I instantly spotted some of my favourites. There was no one at the cash register, but I assumed the staff had nipped out to the back as I could hear a couple of men laughing and chatting. I stepped into the 90s section the shop, flipping through the records in the middle. Just then I heard footsteps in the back corner of the store and looked up.

A boy about my age was standing there, wearing a black t-shirt with the store logo, a pair of black skinny jeans ripped at the knees and black boots. He was gorgeous; deep brown eyes and soft-looking brown hair that was shaved at the sides into a kind of mullet style (which usually I hated, but he made it work). One of his ears was pierced with a small hoop earring and his bare arms were covered in tattoos. He looked to be a good bit taller than me, and he was thin but the tattooed arms seemed quite muscular. The name tag on his top read “Matty”. He smiled a gorgeous smile at me and I felt my breath catch in my throat.

“Can I help you with anything darling?”

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A/N: thank you for reading! Soz for the very long note at the start but I wanted to get some things out there lol x

#matty #matty healy #matty healy x oc #the 1975 #au #adam hann #george daniel #ross macdonald #matty healy smut

[miss-celestia13]

Run Towards the Monster

Dark Richy x Dark OFMC

@hacked-by-jake requested I write a dark smut one shot with Richy in the mine. This is the result! It’s something completely new to me. I’ve never written anyone but Jake with my MCs and this is my first foray into dark romance. Two villainous people find one another and the world will never be the same.

Words: 4.4k

Aylin knows one thing for certain, in this town, it’s kill or be killed. Her whole life has been one shitshow after another until she learned to steal the power from those unworthy of it. Once she was involved in the search for Hannah, she knew she did not want this group of self obsessed people to have a happy ending. No, she wanted to help him burn Duskwood to the ground. A carnal hunger was awoken the moment she figured him out and she is determined to satisfy it.

TW: Dark romance. Rough, twisted sex. Blood. Pain and pleasure. It’s consensual smut, just not my typical type. Wanted to warn you before you read it. They’re insane. I don’t think it’s too triggering though, just not what I’m used to writing. Probably the most gratuitous smut I’ve ever written 😂 p*rn for the sake of it!

Aylin

Jessy: You can’t go! He’ll kill you.

Aylin: I’m the only one that can stop him. You know that

Thomas: If it saves Hannah, I say we let her go

Dan: Could you think of someone other than yourself for once, Thomas?

Jessy: Exactly! Hannah isn’t the only one we care about.

Cleo: Let Aylin decide. It’s her decision, not ours. She has to live with whatever she decides.

Lilly: Don’t go. We’ll find another way.

Aylin: I need time to think. I’ll let you know my decision soon.

The truth was, she’d made her choice days ago. She had quickly figured out who was behind this whole situation, and she had been delightfully surprised to discover the man who seemed to wear sunshine-like armor was rotten to the core, just like her. His “kidnapping” had sealed the deal. She knew he was the mastermind of this farce when Thomas found only his bloodstained hat surrounded by raven feathers. It was far too convenient, and she had been itching to go to Richy ever since. She had liked him before, had sensed a darkness in him that called to the dark in her. Their messages had become more flirty as time wore on, he seemed to both trust and distrust her. It amused her greatly and she wanted to test her theory that he was just as beastly as she. The hacker had gone quiet. She had asked him for space and he’d granted it. He had felt guilty she’d been pulled into all of this, not knowing she had inserted herself and had no plans of retreating.

While her new “friends” had panicked and lived in fear, she had enjoyed every moment of Richy’s twisted game. He had made many mistakes; if he’d asked for her help, she would have perfected his grand scheme. There was still time to do so, and now she was on her way to do exactly that. She had come to Duskwood the day after everyone had messaged her for the first time. Never one to miss out on the macabre, she had hopped on the first flight there. Richy had messaged her from an unknown number, and she hadn’t told him she knew it was him yet; she wanted to do it in person. She hadn’t found him the least bit attractive until it became clear something insidious was hiding under his deceptively jovial surface. Now she was positively elated at the idea of having him for herself. And Aylin always got what she wanted.

All her life, she’d known she was different. Whatever part of the brain made people care or love was missing in hers. She could love, but in a selfish, manipulative way, and no one had been able to withstand her for more than a few weeks. Richy would be different. She felt it in her bones and blood. She was profoundly selfish and thrived on chaos and death. Her own family had long since disowned her, and she’d taken great joy in destroying their lives, piece by scrumptious piece. Now most of them were afraid to even breathe in her direction. It was her proudest achievement until now. They’d broken her first; she had simply returned the favor.

She wasn’t wholly evil. No, she only went after those that deserved it. Rapists, abusers, and the like. The justice system in her country was terrible, and sometimes the world needed someone like her to carry out karmic punishment when the law failed them. The fact she enjoyed it was just a perk to her. Legend said her heart died in her chest long ago. It had putrefied, and now a heavy slime as thick as tar coated her insides and insulated her against hurt or emotion. She had grown scales, fangs, and claws over the years; she kept them honed and knew when to use them.

They weren’t just for meting out suffering and retribution. She particularly enjoyed unleashing them on anyone unhinged enough to get into bed with her. Pain and pleasure. The two addictions of her life. And she felt the familiar heat of desire kindle and smolder low in her stomach as she approached the waterfall. She had told him she would be here, yet she saw no sign of the object of her current craving. Her sharp eyes scanned the forest and waterfall, the rushing roar of the water masking any footsteps that may or may not be approaching her. She scented him before she felt him wrap his arms around her and press a wickedly sharp blade to her throat. Pine and smoke, blood, and the salt of dried tears after Dan shot him. Oh, she already loved where this was going.

“Don’t move,” he warned, low and vicious in her ear, making her shiver, “do as I say, and I’ll let you live.”

She chuckled, leaned into his warmth, and purred, “Oh, I don’t know. I want to see what you’ll do if I don’t listen… Richy.”

A sharp inhale as he heard her words, “How - why… when did you figure it out?”

“The day you staged your own kidnap. Your acting is piss poor,” she smirked as he pressed the knife harder, knowing her blood had already welled over the edge of it.

“Why are you here then? Why didn’t you tell the others?” He demanded.

“Let’s go inside the mine, and then we can talk. I don’t want an audience. Anyone could come around here.” She replied, feeling him tense at her denial.

There was a tremor in his hand, nerves making him feel weak. She sighed. The first vigilante adventure was always the hardest. It took time to shake off the laws and morals that were drummed into everyone from the moment they could understand the concept of crime and punishment. If she wanted him, she had to work fast before he freaked out and killed her in a panic.

“I’m not here to stop you. I’m here to help you. We need to plan our next move, Richy.” She said firmly, and Richy gave a bitter laugh.

“Why would you want to help me when you’ve gotten in my way all this time?”

“I had a part to play. I’m done now. I want to help. Come on; I’ve done this before. I know how to end it.” She insisted, and Richy fought with himself for a long moment.

Then the knife was gone, his hand grasped her upper arm, and she allowed him to drag her over to the entrance to the mine. His manhandling only heightened her excitement. He didn’t let go of her as he heaved open the iron door to the mineshaft, ushering her down first and following once the darkness swallowed her. The clang and clank of metal chains and the weighty door slamming accentuated her slow descent into the mine. Richy ensured the entrance was sealed tight before she heard him begin to climb down the rickety ladder. Putting all her trust into that fragile railing, Aylin smirked into the darkness as her blood heated and anticipation began to sink its sweet teeth into her.

Though she was unable to see, the walls felt too close, too suffocating as her knuckles grazed the rough, uneven walls as she went straight down the shaft. Loose stones broke free as the ladder shook with their combined weight, and she couldn’t yet hear the echo of them hitting the ground. A slow drip of water was audible the nearer to the bottom she got, a phantom breeze ruffling her inky hair as the skittering of tiny paws reached her ears over the roar of her blood. The air was cold and stale. Standing water, musty air and dry rot intermingled to create an offensive perfume that made her hold her breath, her revulsion was strong but she was set on seeing her insane idea through.

Dust and sweat coated her fingers despite the chill. Sweat dripped down the back of her neck when she missed a rung and, for a brief moment, thought she was falling. It didn’t frighten her, she laughed, and Richy made a disgruntled noise that she ignored. The railing was so riddled with rust and rot it trembled as she clung to it, her foot trying to find another step and feeling only dead air. She realized she’d reached the bottom and took a deep breath before she let go and jumped. Landing in a low crouch with a muted thud of her rubber-soled boots, she backed away from the ladder so Richy could follow.

Playing the part of submissive captive, she waited patiently as he jumped, and the dull smack of his feet as he strode toward her, matched the beat of her poisoned heart. Again, he grabbed her upper arm and tugged her through a narrow passage. It resembled a yawning black hole, a gaping maw of some long extinct beast as they moved through it. Her brain was filled with bats and ghosts, knives in the dark, and ruby-red blood spilling across the uneven treacherous ground. Gooseflesh flared over her skin as Richy pulled her into a small alcove that opened into a manmade cave.

Flickering candles illuminated the stingy space, haphazardly placed on jutting rocky ledges and the dust and rubble-strewn ground. He released her, backing up a step as he crossed his arms, arched a brow, and said, “Let’s hear it then. Make it quick. I don’t have long left.”

She smiled like a snake, “We have plenty of time. The others don’t know I’m here. They are waiting for me to decide.”

Richy snorted, “Why would they listen to you? All they care about is finding Hannah and fuck everything else.” He spat bitterly, making her bite back a grin.

“That’s precisely why they listened. My life means nothing to them, and so they mean nothing to me. I think that makes us allies, don’t you?”

“Allies?” Richy barked a laugh, head shaking, and she was utterly entranced by the intensity of the hate in his dark eyes as he said, “You’ll only stab me in the back.”

They were circling each other. Drawing close, then springing apart, invisible elastic bands pulled to their limit as they metaphorically sniffed the other out. Tension was building thickly, a thrum in the air turning her into a creature of base instincts. Richy’s eyes were locked on her, pupils dilating as she licked at her lips and curled her hands into fists. Fight or fuck? Both. Definitely both.

“That would be cowardly. If I ever stab you, you’ll see it coming and thank me.” She crooned, madness taking over as she dropped the mask she wore to be more palatable to normal humans in polite society.

“Why did you come here? Clearly, you don’t care about Hannah.” Richy asked, his voice filled with smoke and dark, dark lust.

“Because you and I are the same, Richy.” She teased as he drew closer.

“You don’t know me. No one does.”

She smiled, “I do. Better than you think... You and I masquerade as humans every day. I wear the skin of a woman to hide the monster underneath it. I see much of myself in you and want to see what you look like without that mask.”

Richy stopped their restless prowling, crowding her against the cave wall as he bent down to mutter, “Monsters in human skins? Poetic. Is that why I couldn’t stay away even though I knew you were dangerous for me?”

She nodded, eyes heavy-lidded as he leaned ever closer and breathed in her scent, “I sensed the shadows in you. They speak to my own. It would be foolish to keep them apart, don’t you think?”

Spellbound, she watched in hypnotic wonder as his facade finally slipped, and she saw the predator lurking inside him. There were many monsters in this shit world. She had learned from nature that some predators needed predators of their own. And he was hers. Their demons would dance together, tangled and bloodthirsty. They would wreak havoc upon any who stood in their way. She couldn’t wait for it. Her blood sang as he brushed his lips over hers, a ghost of a touch that set her nerves alight. Gentleness wouldn’t do. She needed to feel it; she needed it to burn, ache and bleed. The next time he did it, she surprised him, catching his bottom lip between her sharp teeth and sucking it into her mouth.

Richy groaned, the sound so filthy and luscious that her head spun. Suddenly, his hand was around her throat, and he shoved her against the wall hard enough that she hissed in pain and smiled against his mouth.

“This is wrong...” He tried, not moving away, and she knew he was only saying what he thought he should.

“It would only be wrong if you stopped.” She taunted with a challenge in her eyes.

Her breath quickened, heat crept up her chest and neck as his head lowered so slowly she thought it would have turned her insane if she weren’t already there. Adrenaline flooded her body at the animalistic and venomous lust she felt radiating from him, and she knew this would be a fight. A battle of wills and power. Who would submit first? She was about to find out as determination flashed across his face. He finally crushed his mouth to hers, quickly forcing his way inside her mouth. The first brush of his tongue made her cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin over his hoodie. It was too late for her. The clumsy kiss soon turned into complete ownership of her mouth, so deep and violent she felt it from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.

She was pushed harder into the dry rock, the hand around her neck burying in her hair and pulling hard, the pain licked over her scalp deliciously, and she again bit into his lip, drawing blood. The taste was akin to melted butter on her tongue, salty yet slightly sweet, with a slight iron tang that made her moan, and he tugged on her hair again. The blood in her own veins had been replaced by fire, so hot she was surprised she didn’t scald him as he blindly fumbled with the zip on her jacket. She chuckled when he sighed, earning herself a nip on her lip and a thigh pushed between hers. Liquid flame shot down her center to pool between her legs as she was crushed so tight the air was expelled from her lungs in a gasp. She was grateful, doubted she would’ve been able to stand without his weight holding her up.

Grabbing, greedy hands and fingers tore at their clothing. Breaking apart only so they could pull each other’s shirts off. Her chest heaved, covered in maroon lace that both annoyed and pleased him. A look of full possession appeared on his face as his eyes obsessively wandered over her, and she felt that gaze like he was clawing blunt nails over her skin. Shivering, she beckoned him close again and pounced, legs locking around his waist. She was pressed against the wall again, unsure how he’d moved so fast but glad all the same. She mouthed and nipped along his jaw, loving the salty taste of his skin, and thrilled as the unforgiving stone abraded her back.

Only scant lace protected her from the hard length she could feel through his jeans. She was grateful she had thought ahead and worn a skirt as she reached between them and flicked his fly open, hand diving inside to wrap around his thick cock and she began to awkwardly stroke him. He retook control of her mouth, bruising and ruthless. He didn’t let her breathe as she teased him. The wetness between her thighs soaked her underwear as she sank her hands into his hair and scratched at his scalp, smiling into the kiss when he shuddered. His fingers toyed with the fastening of her bra, struggling for a time as she did nothing to help. With an impatient noise, he succeeded in undoing it and her breasts soon popped free, and she let go long enough to take it off completely.

She was shameless as he abruptly pulled back, arching against the stone to offer herself up to his hungry mouth. He took the bait, mouth closing around her hard nipple, teeth biting hard enough that she cried out and threw her head back. The pain only added to the inferno in her core, her wetness slipped down her thighs, and a delectable burn spread over her as an ache built within her. She would ignite if he touched her, so riled and crazed she lost control of herself. Her hands turned to claws, raking down his chest, drawing blood she so badly wanted to taste again. His starving mouth pulled, sucked, and nipped each breast in turn, each vulgar sucking sound making her lose herself even more. His smothered desperate noises as she tormented him with unsatisfying strokes, sending a lick of nerves down her torso as he let go of her with a lewd noise she wished she had recorded.

Letting go of his cock, she arched in a sensuous slide, the scrape of the rock making her moan. She rubbed herself against him, frantically seeking friction as he smirked at her distress. The ache of overwhelming need beat like a war drum as her molten blood rushed straight to her cunt. Her volatile desire mirrored his haunted gaze as he held her pinned against the wall. Reaching under them, his long fingers slid inside her underwear, slipping through her soaked folds. He hooked his fingers around the delicate fabric and tore them off her. She growled, slapping his arm while he laughed, and she felt the fat head of his cock at her entrance.

Without warning, he was buried inside her, the stinging pain of her abruptly rent flesh making her toss her head back and howl it was so intense and consuming. She was very tight around him, knowing it hurt them both as he snapped his hips and grimly smiled at her wide eyes. She was suddenly very vocal, her back torn to ribbons with every thrust that shoved her up the cave wall. Sweat prickled on her skin and her many abrasions stung, she gave herself over to the madness of the flesh, letting it control her as he marked her throat. When he met her eye, he looked as dazed as she felt, his eyes like black burning coals as he claimed her mouth again, and his punishing thrusts caused a torrent of her essence to flood her sticky thighs.

It was exquisite agony. Her skin was inflamed as her nerves fired, making her jumpy and incapable of doing anything other than keen and wail. Richy was panting, and his jaw tensed so hard it could cut glass. Her torment was so complete she barely noticed when blood dripped down her back, his hands sliding over her skin as she whimpered and viciously pulled his hair, initiating a kiss to silence the noise she was making. She had hoped it would be like this. Ferocious and insatiable, each plunge of his cock inside her taut channel made the hair on her nape lift. The pain merged with the fire in her core decadently.

Stealing his breath, she tasted his fervor like spiced honey on his tongue and urged him to fuck her harder, clutching his shoulders hard enough to bruise when he did. Brutal and merciless, he forced her to a familiar peak, using her body just the way she liked and she revelled in the fact she would hurt tomorrow, looked forward to it more than was healthy. Soon she was walking on a blades edge, inner walls fluttering and clamping around his cock as he sensed her nearing release, her body going tense as he tore his mouth from hers and snarled in her face.

“Every moan you make belongs to me. You’re mine.”

She managed a short chuckle, pleasure surging so fast she was breathless and shocked. They were fighting each other with every kiss and thrust, spinning her so high she closed her eyes against the onslaught as he growled into her ear that she was his to use, his to keep. She would have agreed to anything then if it meant he kept fucking her. Their kind didn’t love. They owned. And the thought was so sinful and demented she could only nod, mentally claiming him as hers too. Toxic and unstable, it fed her chaotic self and it was all she ever needed from a lover. The warning pulse of release snatched a wanton moan from her black soul and a dark laugh from Richy. Prying a hand from his shoulder, she let it fall between her thighs, fingers slipping through the mess he’d made to feel where he split her in two, keening when he drove into her impossibly harder.

Circling her clit, she was sobbing and quivering in his hold, the wall at her back not enough to keep her bound to reality as red bursts of light obscured her vision, and he ordered her to come. His command, her fingers, and his cock worked in tandem to send her freefalling. A loud and fierce scream erupted from her and seemed to go on forever as the echo bounced off the stone. Richy groaned and chased his own end, ignoring her pleas for respite as she fluttered and spasmed in his hold, the force of her orgasm almost terrifying in its ferocity. Every pore on her skin sparked, her nerves exposed as her muscles jumped and tensed. It was almost unbearable as he slammed into her again and again. He gave a strangled, pained moan and one last cruel thrust, impaling her on his cock as he came inside her.

Her name was a curse on his tongue as he sunk to his knees. The scratches on her back worsened as she was pulled down with him. The wound Dan had given him had reopened at some point, and she saw her bloody handprints and fingerprints tattooed into his pale skin. She smiled lazily, brazen and bold, as he blinked at her in amazement. Nothing more was said. There was no point in sweet nothings or platitudes. Neither would mean them; she’d rather spend that time doing anything else, like plucking the hair from her underarms one by one. Richy seemed to feel the same as he cleared his throat and shifted her weight a little, wincing in discomfort as he softened inside her.

The aftermath was funny, as she usually found it as they hastily redressed and adjusted themselves as best they could. Her skin felt flayed and too hot each time she moved, and her jacket irritated her sore back. Every part of her ached in some way, and it kept her smiling as Richy explained what he planned to do. He wanted to release Hannah and then stage his death by burning all the evidence he had moved into the mine. She agreed with his plan, except for one detail, and Richy’s sadistic grin when she proposed her changes made pride flare in her ruined heart.

“Let’s untie Hannah, but we won’t let her out. She killed someone and covered it up. She has to earn her life. Give her a taste of death before she gets her freedom.”

“She may get more than a taste,�� Richy murmured.

Aylin shrugged, “Then that’s what she deserves… Come on. We best get moving.”

Richy left her with multiple gasoline containers while he went to untie a drugged Hannah, who had woken due to the noise they’d been making. Fractured rainbows sparkled on the dusty mine floor as she laid her trail of destruction. Richy soon joined her, and they moved swiftly as Hannah could be heard weeping, her sluggish footsteps ran away from them as the cloying scent of gasoline saturated the air. Richy had chosen a different exit, both agreed it would be the rankest stupidity to use the one they entered through. They ascended the rickety ladder. She stopped halfway up; Richy rushed the rest of the way up to shove the wooden board covering the exit aside as she took out a Zippo lighter, igniting its perfect flame before letting it fall into the gasoline pool.

Scrambling up the ladder as quickly as she could, she still cried out in shock as the shockwave of heat washed over her, the flammable liquid catching with a thunderous whoosh that deafened her as Richy hauled her out of the mine shaft and into the forest. Sirens blared in the distance, and they shared a look, knowing their “friends” had given up waiting for her to decide, and they must have called the police. Without a backward glance or thought of Hannah’s fate, they turned their backs on the magnificent sight of the fire spewing out of any crevice or hole it could find. Neither knew how far they’d get or how long they’d manage to stay free, but both were determined to have a marvelous time ruining everything until the day they were forced to stop.

Maybe she would end up killing him when he grew tiresome. Or he would get there first, and she would finally know what it felt like to die. Either way, she was determined to make the most of it as they bolted through the forest and ran as far as their feet would carry them. It was over. She had solved the case. It was a shame that only she knew it. At the very least, whatever became of them would be worthy of a true crime documentary. And that was all she had ever wanted from life.

Very unsure of this. I hope it was fun for anyone reading! I wanted a challenge, lol. Don’t tell me if you hate it 🤭❤️

Part Two: Kiss With a Fist

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[thisgirlnamedblusy]

heyyy :))) i love all ur writings all the ones i have requested are amazing 🫶🏽

can we ignore the fact it’s august rn i just love this idea

can i request christmas morning with reader is married to laurel and a kid (mabye a boy)

Yess!!!! Here it is!!! It's weird to write it with 95ºF, but I hope you like it, and sorry about the delay and the language mistakes :))))

A wonderful Christmas Day

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, (former student)! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, they have a child

Word count: 3,359

Summary: it’s Christmas Day and your family was ready to spend a wonderful time…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“It's Christmas day!” Shouted Ryan, your son, suddenly entering the room. You and Laurel woke up scared, as expected.

“Oh my gosh, Ryan! It's 6 in the morning,” you protested, when the boy climbed up to get on top of you and shake you, nervous. The redhead opened her eyes and smiled, but she turned away, snarling.

“But Santa has come!” The boy yelled, protesting.

Your life was quiet. It seemed that running away from Nevermore with the woman who had planned to kill all the outcasts was a bad idea, but over the years, you discovered that it was the best of your life. In an instant, you decided: go with what was once your teacher to live a life far from the law, far from the world, or stay in Jericho and lose forever what was the great love of your life, despite the small detail that she was, are, and will be a fugitive.

5 years had passed since that night. 5 years since a cozy lakeside cabin became your home. You had no regrets, your life was perfect. You both had a job. No one in the nearby town suspected anything, you didn't even have to use a false identity. It was all so perfect that sometimes you wondered if it was real.

Shortly after you were married in an intimate ceremony, you took the next step, one that Laurel wanted with all her soul, to have a child, a real family.

You weren't convinced at first, it seemed rash. But seeing that baby's smile at birth let you know that, once again, you had made the right decision. Your isolated life was no longer calm, a restless whirlwind named Ryan made to get bored impossible for 5 years, the best years of your life.

You grumbled, picking up the boy and sitting him down next to you. Laurel had woken up, but she soon rolled over again, her back to you. You jerked her.

“Hey, Laurel…” You said softly.

“Mommy…” The boy said, moving her together with you.

She growled, as lazy as ever. She took the sheets and used them to protect herself from your jolts. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“Incredible…” You sighed, indignant. “Ryan, plan B.”

The boy smiled and pounced on the redhead, who now, yes, sat up, rubbing her eyes.

“Is it that you can't sleep in this house?” She said with a hoarse voice, but with a smile.

“It seems like not today... It's Christmas, remember?” You said amused.

“And Santa's here!” Ryan said, holding out his arms, elated. You both looked at each other tenderly. It wasn't the first Christmas, but it was one in which your son was already able to speak perfectly, one that he would remember for the rest of his life.

“Are you sure, Ryan?” Laurel asked, picking up the boy in her arms. “I haven't heard anything tonight.”

The boy was thinking, but he nodded effusively.

“Of course, I have been a good boy,” he said, as if it were evidence. You laughed, as did your wife.

“There's only one way to find out…” You sighed, getting out of bed.

Ryan went down as well, fidgeting at the door. Laurel stared at you for a while. She surely she would never believe that you were living that way. A quiet life, far from the past, far from pain and stormy memories.

“Aren't you coming, Lau?” You asked, grabbing Ryan to keep him from leaving the room. She looked at you, as if she had woken up from a dream.

“Oh, sure, sure,” she said, before getting up.

“You see? He has come, he has come...” The boy said excitedly, pointing to the Christmas tree, full of gifts everywhere. You raised your eyebrows. You knew which gifts were yours, and which were Laurel's, you couldn't count.

“Where did so many gifts come from?” You whispered to your wife, who shrugged, amused.

“It must have been the elves.”

“Some idiot elves, without a doubt…” You answered. “You know I don't like that you spend so much money on us.”

“Who am I going to spend it on, (Y/N)? You are my family, what matters most in this world to me,” she told you, kissing you briefly on the lips. You got a little excited, but a tug on your hand required your attention.

“Can I? Can I? Can I?” The boy asked repeatedly, pulling you impatiently. You pretended to think.

“Mmm, okay, attack,” you said, whereupon, Ryan bolted for the tree.

“Great!” He yelled excitedly.

While the boy was looking for the gifts with his name, you sat on the sofa, contemplating how your son radiated happiness.

“The police car!” He yelled, holding a toy box in his hand.

“Wow, how cool…” Laurel said, looking at the toy. “Santa Claus got it right, huh?”

“As if not to hit the mark, since he saw that ad on television he hasn't asked for anything else,” you commented in a low voice, getting nudged by the redhead.

“It's Captain America!” The boy yelled again, holding a toy in his hand. “Oh, this is great...”

“Where the hell did you get it from? I've traveled all over the state looking for it...” Laurel whispered to you, looking at the toy surprised. You smirked, raising your head.

“The elves…” You said joking.

“Mom, this one has your name,” Ryan said, handing you a gift. You smiled, taking the package.

“Let's see what gift Santa Claus has brought me…” You said, unwrapping it carefully. “Oh, my God… An ebook?”

“You're always complaining about how annoying it is to go down to town every time you want some book, so you don't have to do it anymore,” Laurel told you, looking at you excitedly. You shook your head. You really wish you had one.

“Sometimes you scare me, Laurel, it seems you read my mind...” You said, approaching the tree for the gift you had for her. “Here, grumpy, this is for you.”

She smiled and tore open the wrapping paper, pulling out a gorgeous gold rose necklace.

“Oh, (Y/N), it's beautiful…” She said sighing, and immediately putting on the pendant.

“It's just a small gift…” You said, blushing when her kisses covered your face. Laurel smiled and the two of you continued to watch as Ryan, happier than ever, continued to open presents.

“Can I play with it? Please...” the boy asked, holding the radio- controlled car in front of you, who were looking almost hallucinating about the happiness of your son.

“Okay, but just for the house, it's snowing outside,” you said, getting a smile from the boy.

“Great!” He yelled, starting the car around the house.

Laurel sighed, ducking her head. You, who were distracted by your gifts, looked at her.

“Oh, oh... Sad redhead at nine...” You said, sitting next to her again. “What's wrong?”

“Oh, nothing... It's just... Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve this,” she said, sighing, putting aside the book you had given her.

“Why not?”

“Well, you know, everything about the outcasts, my revenge… Now, after everything I've done, I've been blessed with a perfect family, the best one. I don't know if that's fair, (Y/N), I almost... I almost hurt you so much and now we're here... Married, with a wonderful son. It is too good for me.”

You caressed her cheek. You knew that she was partly right, but all her past faded over the years. After all, she had married an outcast, or nearly so. You didn't have telekinetic powers like your parents, but in the hope that one day you would, they put you in Nevermore.

“Don’t think that way. We all have the right to rectify,” you said smiling, getting even closer. “I don't regret going with you. This… This family that we have is wonderful. You make me happy, Laurel, you gave me everything you have, you gave me a precious child. That is much more important than your past.”

She nodded, tears in her eyes, and hugged you tenderly, sobbing into your shoulder.

“Ryan! Come here to put on your coat,” the redhead said.

A few hours had passed and the snow had stopped. It was time for your traditional Christmas walk by the lake. There were only three of you, but a family after all, besides, Ryan was a very good boy, and very sociable, he soon made friends at school.

The boy ran, as obedient as ever, and your wife put his coat on him.

“I'm hot, mommy…” She protested, not letting Captain America go for even a second.

“It's hot in the house, honey, but it's very cold outside,” Laurel said. You looked at the scene with tenderness.

The entire landscape was covered in snow. Laurel's little beetle was almost imperceptible under an extensive snow layer. The two of you grabbed Ryan's hand, moving him back and forth, swinging him in the air. After walking for a while, you came to an esplanade on the shore of the lake.

“Can I play in the snow, mom?” He asked, tugging at the sleeve of your coat. You looked at Laurel, asking for advice.

“What do you say?” You asked. You had always been very insecure, and when Ryan was born, that flaw of yours became much worse. Laurel always told you that you had to let the boy go, that nothing would happen to him, but the lake was frozen, and you weren't sure.

“Sure, honey, go play in the snow,” the redhead answered for you. “But stay where we can see you.” The boy nodded and walked away, launching himself into the snow and laughing as he rolled on the ground.

“You'll see how he catches a cold,” you said with a frown. Laurel laughed, taking your hand and kissing it.

“Nothing will happen to him... Relax...” She told you softly. “Do you know how to remove your fear?”

You shook your head, never taking your gaze from Ryan.

“Having another child,” she answered, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“What?” You asked surprised.

“It's just an idea... The Book of Shadows is going to get dusty in the attic,” the redhead said, pouting.

“Leave the Book of Shadows alone… I still have nightmares,” you protested. She looked at you with false pity.

“Please, (Y/N), you had a good time…” Laurel said, whispering in your ear. You blushed, but you shook your head. You weren't going to agree with her.

“You had a better one, that's for sure…” You said spitefully. Laurel smiled and put her arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to her.

“Come on, (Y/N), you're only fooling yourself,” she said amused. You pursed your lips and moved away from the redhead, never taking your eyes off her. She looked at you for an instant, but she soon looked away at the boy, who was making figures in the snow.

“You’re gonna pay for that…” You said to yourself, picking up some snow from the ground. “Take that!” you said, throwing a snowball that hit your wife's face directly.

She froze, her mouth opening in surprise. You hid behind a stone table that was in the area. Laurel took off her glasses and wiped the snow off her face. She seemed in shock, you were unable to hold back your laughter.

Ryan stopped playing, looking at his mother in surprise.

“Ryan…” Laurel whispered, moving closer to the boy. “Go after her!”

You came out of hiding as a shower of snowballs headed straight for you.

“Shit,” you said, crouching down and arming yourself again, in a funny war. “Hey, that's not fair, you're two against one!” You yelled, laughing, happy.

“That's what you should thought before attacking me with my guard down, come on Ryan, she’s done!” Your wife yelled, chasing you mercilessly through the snow.

“No, no! I'm unarmed,” you said, stumbling and falling facedown into the snow, while the balls kept falling on your body.

Ryan and Laurel walked over to you, who were lying in the snow with your hands in a gesture of peace.

“I give up, I give up,” you said between laughs. They also laughed. Laurel calmed down and held out her hand for you to take. You did it with a smile, but when you grabbed her hand, you yanked her to the ground with a startled cry.

“Now what?” You said triumphantly. “Come on Ryan, revenge,” you said to your son.

“Yes, revenge!” The boy repeated, now throwing the snowballs at the redhead.

“Ryan, you betrayed me!” She yelled, with a false tone of disappointment.

After a long time in the snow, you returned home and gave the child a hot bath.

“Now Ryan, go play with your new toys, mom and mommy have to take a bath,” you said, finishing combing the boy's hair.

“Can I play with the car?” Ryan asked.

“Of course, but inside the house,” you answered.

The bath was relaxing, romantic. The hot water warmed your cold bones, as you rested on your wife's chest.

“Those bath salts you bought…” You sighed, feeling very relaxed. “They are too effective.”

Laurel laughed and kissed your shoulder, pulling you a little closer to her.

“I bought them at the spa where we were on our honeymoon, you remember?” She told you softly, running her hands over your chest.

“Yes, of course I remember…” You said smiling, enjoying her caresses. “This year you have gone too far, Lau…”

“Why do you say so?”

“You bought too many gifts…” You said sadly, feeling guilty. “It was not necessary.”

“Of course it’s necessary... You are my precious girl and Ryan is a wonderful boy who deserves all the gifts that and much more. No wonder he is your son, (Y/N), you are just as good as him...”

“Maybe, but he has exactly your eyes,” you said, relaxing in the bathtub.

“Is that bad?” The redhead asked, kissing your neck. “I thought you liked my eyes...”

“It's not bad, but mine are prettier,” you teased, earning yourself a soft bite on the neck.

The bathroom was getting hotter and hotter.

“Laurel…” You sighed, seeing the redhead's intentions.

“Mm?” She murmured without stopping kissing you.

“We have to cook, besides, Ryan is alone…” You said, your cheeks blushing when you saw that a hand passed through your leg under the water.

“He’s okay, the house is closed and…”

“Moms! I'm hungry!” Your son was heard screaming from outside the bathroom. You looked at the redhead satisfied and she sighed somewhat frustrated.

“We’re coming, my love!” You yelled, getting out of the tub with a groan from Laurel. “Don't worry, tonight he won't take two minutes to fall asleep,” you said, taking the towel and winking at him.

She grumbled, but got out of the tub too.

It was a quiet Christmas meal, full of toys on the table. The fireplace warmed the little cabin and the sounds of Ryan having fun with his gifts brought life to that secluded place. Soon the sun disappeared and it was time for dinner. Ryan had calmed down.

You were watching a movie with Laurel, while the boy played with his prized radio-controlled police car.

“Here it comes,” the redhead told you. Giving you a nudge. You both lifted your feet for the car to go under.

“Ryan, honey, don't you want to watch a movie?” The redhead asked. The boy thought about it, but shook his head.

“Don't you want to watch Moana? It’s your favorite movie,” you said, pointing to the controller tentatively.

“Okay,” the boy said, without thinking much more and sitting between the two.

When the movie ended, and as you expected, the phone rang. Laurel was always scared, that hadn't changed.

“Calm down, Lau, it’s my mother…

Even though you escaped Jericho leaving everything behind, you somehow managed to keep in touch with your family, especially when Ryan was born. Your parents were not happy about your decision, but little by little they accepted it. You used to be an introverted girl, with a lot of problems, but when they saw your big change being with Laurel, they decided to ignore it. Something that almost seemed impossible.

“Hello mom, Merry Christmas…” You said, getting up from the sofa and talking to your parents. “Yes, yes, we're great. Oh, yes, Ryan has loved your sweater,” you said, looking at Laurel with a covert face.

After too long a conversation, you had a unique opportunity to play a prank on your wife.

“Sure, sure, wait a minute… Laurel, my mother wants to talk to you!” You yelled, covering the phone's microphone with your hand.

"What?" The redhead said, scared. -No, no, no, I'm not here, tell him I'm not here.- She said scared, comically taking refuge behind the sofa.

You laughed out loud, earning a glare from your wife.

“I was kidding, Ryan, it’s your grandmother,” you said, leaving the phone to the boy, who took it excitedly. He had never seen his grandparents, only on video calls, but he already loved them almost as much as they loved him.

“Hello granny…” Ryan said.

You sat next to Laurel, who was glaring at you, arms crossed.

“You’ll pay for this. Tonight you're going to find out,” she whispered to you, while Ryan talked happily with her grandparents.

“Yes, yes…” You responded passively, taking the TV remote.

The night finally came.

“Good night, honey,” you said to your son, tucking him into bed next to his beloved new doll.

“Mommy, do you think Santa Claus will come next year?” He asked the redhead. You looked at her tenderly.

“I don't know, Ryan, are you going to be a good boy?” Laurel answered, covering him well with the sheets.

“Yes!” The boy yelled.

“Then I'm sure he'll come,” she said, kissing him on the forehead.

“Good night, Ryan…” You sighed.

“Good night.”

You closed the door to his room and sighed with relief.

“Well, the two of us are already alone…” The redhead whispered suggestively.

“Yes, and now comes the best…” You said, playing along. Laurel reached out to kiss you but you pulled away. “Clean.”

“But…” She said, speechless at your reaction.

“The first things, first. Come on, Laurel, stop complaining and help me with those boxes and the wrapping paper.”

Your wife growled, but she obeyed. In a short time, the living room looked like a living room again, only the toy boxes remained.

You took the box from the police car and shook it, in case there was a something inside. Strangely, it was. Something fell to the ground.

“What’s that?” the redhead asked picking up what had fallen. “Batteries?”

“Batteries?” You asked, indeed picking up the batteries Laurel was holding.

“What are these batteries doing here?”

“I don't know, they were in the car box and… Oh, shit,” you said, when a strange thought crossed your mind.

You went to Ryan's toy drawer in the living room. Laurel put down the garbage bags and followed you curiously.

You rummaged through the toys until you found the car and its remote control. You quickly opened the battery compartment and confirmed your suspicions.

“Um… Laurel…” You said, extending the car towards her.

“What's wrong?” She asked, crouching down next to you.

“Look at that…” You said. She frowned at you and then at the car.

“What? It, it doesn't have batteries,” she said, as if it didn't matter.

“Of course it doesn't have batteries, they were in the box,” you said. “Look. The controller doesn't have them either.”

She confirmed it and scratched the back of her neck, trying to figure out what you meant.

“Didn't you take them off?” The redhead asked.

“Of course not, Ryan has been playing with this car all day,” you replied, your hands beginning to shake.

“How could he have played with the car if it hadn't…?” The redhead said, widening her eyes as she spoke. She had already noticed. “Batteries.”

You both looked at each other, knowing what that meant, and looked at your son's room.

“Oh my God,” you said at the same time.

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #fluff

[lamnwar]

dhfjgj ok so i have never done an ask before but your writing is just*chef’s kiss* and idk i’m sitting in the depths of my affections for kagami rn and basically can you give us a kagami x fem! reader fluffy smut scenario?

i was honestly obsessed with your sfw piece “it just makes sense” esp the way you described him looking up at the sky in the beginning and thenbROUGHT IT BACK at the end was just agdjfshkfg poetry

kinda just want to have a pwp moment with a first meeting context.

bUT if this is too big an ask, i’m kinda craving that vibe, even if you could bless us with some shmexy crumbs following “it just makes sense” i’d be elated.

HIIII OMG SO SO SORRY I TOOK WAY TOO LONG FOR THIS ONE, I HAVE NO EXCUSE 😭 I was really excited to write this one, so I hope you're still looking for some love for Kagami bc I lowkey unlocked my affection for him writing this lmaooo anyways I hope you enjoy it <33 it's kinda accidental but I'm trynna make up for the tardiness by publishing on Valentine's Day so yeah 💕

Till The Rain Stops // Kagami Taiga x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

Context: in which the heavy rains get you to meet a beautiful stranger. All characters are 18+ for plot purposes.

Warnings: LISTEN it's kinda fluffy till I got feral so yeah, some fondling, nipple play, slight manhandling, oral (f! and m! receiving), unprotected sex (never have sex unprotected with a stranger irl please 😭), Kagami's big 🧎🏾‍♀️, he cums on reader's chest 🤭

“Shit” you swear under your breath, as you are greeted by an unexpected deluge just minutes after leaving your building.

You look up, startled by the millions of drops falling on you, drenching your entire body while you ponder how you’ve never figured that it was going to rain today. Maybe it’s because you’ve been out of touch with reality lately – it happens sometimes when things get overwhelming. So here you are, cursing yourself for not bringing an umbrella with you, and realizing that you don’t have many options but to find shelter somewhere dry. You run, protecting the content of your bag by holding it close to your chest. The sounds of your shoes in the puddles is barely heard over the violent thudding of the rain on all solid surfaces around. Evidently, at the sight of the first building on your path, you rush to enter it.

And that is when you see him. The squeak of his shoes on the wooden floor of the gymnasium follows each of his quick movements, till he jumps, time stopping momentarily as he reaches the hoop. You stare, stars in your eyes, like he is some weird invention of your imagination. But when he lands, you are brought back to reality. You silently watch as he dribbles around, swiping away the sweat of his face. He eventually stops, removing his shirt and throwing it to the side court. Except that the drench fabric lands at your feet and you both let out a gasp when your eyes meet. For what seems like an eternity, he stares at you, thick eyebrows torn at the sight of a complete stranger, wet from head to toes, standing here with these startled eyes.

“Do you need something?” his voice resonates in the empty gymnasium.

You can hear the rain drumming against the metallic roof, and you figure that you should say something.

“I uh… ran here, got caught in the rain” you explain.

His eyes don’t leave you for a second; you’re curious as to why at first, before looking down to see how your clothes cling to your body, exposing your figure to the gaze of a man you have yet to know the name of. Embarrassment gains you immediately, even more so when you realize that you have nothing to hide behind. He steps forward, and you realize just how big he is. As he stands a mere metre away from you, you are faced directly with his bare chest on which drops of sweat glimmer like he’s covered in glitter. As awkward as the situation is, you can’t ignore the sight before you; he is sculpted like a Greek god, the define lines of his muscles hypnotizing. Around his neck hangs a silver ring, and you ashamedly imagine tugging on it to pull his face closer to yours.

“God, you’re fucking wet” he remarks.

And upon hearing his voice again, your attention deviates to his face. You know that you have no idea who he is – there is no way you’d forget a face like his. His traits are of such finesse, a perfect mix of sharp angles and soft highlights, a raw beauty that makes you wonder, once again, if you are not hallucinating.

“I’m sorry to bother” you finally speak, “I just didn’t expect the rain so… can I stay here till I dry a bit and the situation calms down outside?”

“That ain’t my gymnasium, do as you please.”

His casual tone takes you aback. You haven’t really focused on his words ever since he’s opened his mouth, but you now take note of his tone; he talks like you’re acquainted and while this would have usually annoyed you, it just feels so natural coming from him. And you cannot hold yourself in any position to judge, not when you look like you do and more importantly, when you’ve been gawking at his shirtless torso all along instead of holding a conversation with him.

“Would you know where I can dry myself off?” you ask, looking down at the puddle forming at your feet.

“Oh yeah, you better do that” he raises his eyebrows.

From a gesture of the hand, he invites you to follow him, and you do so silently. You watch his back as he guides you, the size of it making you feel a bit bothered. You can feel some thoughts marching in your head, and knowing their nature, you chase them away. What kind of creep would you be, thinking about marking this gorgeous back with your nails while he thrusts into you? You cough, feeling terrible for being so ridiculously desperate for a man you barely know.

“I’m Kagami Taiga, by the way. I don’t think we’ve met before.”

Taiga. His name echoes in your head, sounding pretty. It fits him, you ponder, matching the energy you get from him.

“We haven’t met no, but it’s nice to meet you.”

You introduce yourself back, small talk issuing from your introduction till he opens the door of what you figure to be the lockers. His back stands in the middle of the room, and he invites you in.

“Got a towel hanged there” he points at the hangers, “and I don’t know about your clothes, but I think I might have an extra t-shirt for you.”

“You- you don’t have to!”

“Up to you girl, but…” he gets a black shirt out of his bag “if you want something warm and dry.”

He stands in front of you, a big hand holding out the piece of clothing to you. The proximity makes you gulp; he’s intimidating, yet incredibly attractive. And when your fingers graze his as you take his t-shirt, you get a whiff of his perfume – a mix of his natural scent and his deodorant. It doesn’t help your case: he smells heavenly. These thoughts rush in again: what would you do to get his scent on you? what would you do to be encased under his perfect body? Once again, you chase them away the best as you can, refocusing on the present moment.

“Thank you then, Taiga.”

“Taiga? Are we on first name basis already?” he smirks at you.

“Oh! Where are my manners…”

“Hey chill, I couldn’t care less. Call me what you want. Anyway, my name sounds good coming out of your mouth.”

On these words, he leaves the lockers and closes the door behind him, leaving you totally flustered. Come to think of it, he certainly doesn’t mean much by what he’s said – not only does he seem casual in his language, he’s also straightforward. But you can’t help the way you feel; having a hot guy saying that he likes the way you call his name isn’t a common occurrence (well, not as much as you’d like it to be). But again, you figure that you should keep your calm. It isn’t really like you now, is it? Maybe it’s the rain making you think and feel like a hormonal teenager, who knows.

So, you stand there in your underwear, patting your body dry. Your mind cannot get off your new encounter, not when it looks like it comes right off a rom-com. The only thing missing was the rose petals falling around Kagami when you first saw him, although you’d argue it felt like it. At the mere thought of him, you notice a heat in your chest, and you wonder if that may be a love at first sight situation. The thought is crazy – you are more of a realist, and as little as you understand of love, the idea of falling in love upon seeing someone for the first time is fairly crazy. So maybe it’s not love per se, but rather a deep state of infatuation, where the single fact that you are wearing his t-shirt makes you giddy, and you wonder how it’d feel to wake up in his clothes every morning, a piece of him always with you. It’s all crazy daydreams, making you feel out of yourself but at the same time, you’d argue that you can’t be blamed, because you deeply believe that the man you’ve met only minutes ago is objectively the kind to sweep anyone off their feet.

It doesn’t help your case, when you leave the lockers and see him practice his shooting, his form capturing your eyes. His movements are precise and elegant, in complete contrast with his force and the strong muscles that activate as he makes his shots. You are in awe, witness of something great, and questions flood your mind as you stand on the side court, hypnotized by him.

Who the hell is Kagami Taiga?

He goes to catch the ball under the nest after perfectly putting it in, strong hand dribbling it on the polished wooden floor, the sound echoing the beat of your own heart. It’s intriguing that you’ve never met him before. The gymnasium is just minutes away from your place, on your way to most places – whether it be the convenience store or the nearest bus station. You’re used to seeing people walk in and out of it, local teams coming for practice, or neighbours going in for their daily dose of physical activity. But not once have you seen him, and it can’t be that you’ve never noticed, because he’s definitely not the kind to go unnoticed. His fiery aura alone forces you to look his way, capturing all your senses and getting you to pay attention to nothing but him. And now that you see him practice, you note that he is not an amateur like most people coming to play here. With such abilities, he’s either a professional or just a pure genius.

“D’you ever play?” his voice resonates in the empty gymnasium.

It takes you out of your trance, and you look at him, meeting his raised eyebrows.

“I did real quick in P.E. but that’s just how far my history with basketball goes” you reply in all honesty.

He smiles, eyes deviating to the windows for a second. The rain hasn’t stopped, nor has it calmed down. You sigh at this vision, although some part of you wishes it never stops so you get to stay longer with Kagami.

“Wanna play? To pass time, you know” he proposes.

A heat gains your cheeks; it’s cute, you think, and you’d be dumb to not take the opportunity. You nod, trotting to join him on the court. You smile looking up at him.

“You’ll have to show me, sir.”

“Sir?”

“I ought to show you respect if you are to instruct me the ways of basketball.”

He raises an eyebrow before chuckling. The ball under his arm bounces to you, and you catch it in both your hands. You look at it, thinking about how it was looking smaller in his hand. You dribble a bit, getting use to the ball and they you look back at him, nicely waiting for instructions.

“Shoot” he says.

He stands in the sideline, hands on his hips as you suddenly feel nervous. Something about him observing your every move is scary, the thought of is judgement being cast on you, making your heartbeat faster. But you shake the feeling away as best as you can, getting into position and letting the ball fly to the basket. It bounces on the hoop before falling right in his hand.

“Are you going to correct my form?” you ask as he walks back to you.

“Do you want me to?”

“I… wouldn’t mind.”

You swear you see him blush, though it might just be the physical activity that makes the blood rush all over his body. Regardless, you feel his warm body as he comes closer, placing the ball in your hand and then standing behind you. It takes all of you in, your mind uncapable of focusing on anything else but the proximity between you. And when his fingers reach your arms, placing them as they should, you can hardly breathe.

“Now, I need you to bend your knees a bit” he speaks near your ear.

“Fuck.”

Your eyes open wide upon the realization that you’ve spoken out loud. You can’t get yourself to face him, or move a single bit, petrified that he’s heard you. Yeah, it could have been worse – you’ve certainly thought of worse ever seen you got here. But still, the way that word came out of your mouth, like a desperate whimper, is enough to translate the way you’ve been feeling about him.

“Did I do something wrong?”

His candidness surprises you – is he totally unaware of his charms? You can seize the opportunity to act like nothing happened, or… or you can get something more fun out of it.

“You’re cute Taiga, do you know that?”

You’ve never been so bold, and it feels thrilling to speak your mind rather than internally struggling with whatever goes on in your head.

“Cute? I’ve been told I’m a lot of things… but never cute” he reflects. “How am I cute?”

“Well,” you breath, “it’s cute that you can’t tell why being near you makes me swear out loud.”

Your fingers tighten around the ball, anticipating his answer.

“Oh?” he takes a moment, and feel him stand straight behind you before another, “oh” comes out, this one sounding more like a sound of realization.

He reaches behind you, taking you in an embrace for a quick second that feels like eternity before his hands catch yours on the ball.

“You’re a weird one” he remarks, “gawking at me and acting shy one time, and telling me I’m cute and making a move the other.”

“Listen” you try to justify yourself, “I have to make myself memorable, for the next time we meet.”

“Is that so?”

You gulp; his voice sounds so close to you that simply imagining the little space between your bodies makes you weak to the knees. You try to keep a semblance of composure, just for your own dignity, but it’s hard when he’s pressing at your back, bare skin emitting so much heat that you feel it through the fabric of the t-shirt you’re wearing.

“Well, I’m glad that you like me that much” he continues, “my weird one.”

“Should I take it as compliment? That I’m your weird one?”

“I imply that you’re mine. Isn’t it enough?”

You drop the ball, turning around to face him; and that is when it strikes you how close he is. Just centimetres away, his tall body towering over you as he stares, wondering what your next move is.

“I don’t know, I could be yours, yeah, but you should make me first.”

“Sure thing, how d’you want me to proceed?”

He glances at the window – the rain is nowhere near to stop, if anything, it’s pouring even more. The two of you are bound to stay in this gymnasium alone for an unpredictable amount of time. Sure, he has an umbrella, and the two of you could venture outside, confronting the ruthless drops till you both get home. But in comparison to the warmth you’re currently experiencing, it’d be foolish to break the moment, for you don’t know when another occasion as such will ever come.

“Start by giving me a kiss” you finally say, gathering all your confidence in that simple request.

He raises an eyebrow, a glimpse of something appearing in his red irises before he lets a short, cheeky smirk cross his lips as he comes closer. As the distance between you reduces, your mind runs at a thousand kilometres per hour. All of the sudden, you realize what is going on, how you’ve asked for something that you truly want and you’re about to get it. It has never occurred to you before that it can be that simple – you’ve seen him, you’ve immediately taken a liking to him, and now here you are.

His lips are soft against yours as his hands go to pull you closer by the waist. You reach for his face, fingers taking in every inch of his skin, and you can’t help but smile. The way he holds you and kisses you is heavenly – dreamlike, just like him. And it takes your eyes opening again for you to realize, once again, that you aren’t hallucinating. Under the sound of the rain, you kiss him again, more and more hungry for him, figuring that you shouldn’t try to rationalize what is happening. Sure, you are not a believer of love at first sight, but you can’t deny that everything about Kagami Taiga keeps pulling you in, like you want to be made for him, and him only.

“Now what?” he says against your lips.

You look at him, in search of an answer yourself. You could stop everything at this very instant, which would be the sensical thing to do all things considered – you barely know the guy, and a public gymnasium isn’t the most romantic place ever. But at the same time, the tension between you is unbearable, and not listening to your deepest instincts feels wrong.

“Have you ever had sex in the locker room, Taiga?”

The basketball player does not expect you to reply to his question by another one, much less one like that. But this time, he doesn’t take long to connect the dots and understand your intentions.

“I’m about to” he replies, fingers intertwining with yours as he takes you to the locker room.

You laugh as you follow him, feeling like two teenagers about to make a silly mistake, and in some ways, maybe this is what it is. But you couldn’t care less, not when his lips find yours again as he pulls you up, legs wrapping around his waist. You make a mess of his hair, fingers tracing down to the silver chain around his neck before you get to the ring, pulling on it. He gasps, surprised by how you tug him closer and you feel his grip on your bottom get stronger. He almost stumbles, landing on the bench.

“Do I sweep you off your feet, big boy?” an amused smile painted on your face.

“You fucking do” he retorts.

You laugh softly, enjoying the way he looks at you. It is so warm, so humane. The man that you’ve thought to be a miracle upon first entering this gymnasium is right here, so close to you that it is impossible to doubt his existence. You can’t deny it, not when he lifts his t-shirt off your body to leave kisses on your neck and chest. Not when he removes your bra and swears under his breath at the sight of your gorgeous tits. Not when his big hands fondle your breasts, and he goes to suck on your harden nipples to get the sweetest moans out of your lips.

“Fuck, Taiga” you breathe out.

“What is it, my pretty one?”

The name he calls you by makes you waver, and you can’t help but smile at him.

“I’m your pretty one now, huh? No longer weird?”

“You’re both, how about that?”

“I’ll take that, but can your pretty one get some love down there now? I’m growing impatient here!”

He laughs at your straightforwardness, while you yourself are still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you’ve actually spoken these words without hesitation. It amazes you, how he manages to put you at such ease, like you’ve always known each other. Yet, you sit here on his lap, curious as ever to discover everything about him because despite the way you feel, you are still strangers. It’s a sort of excitement that takes over you when he grabs you again like you weight nothing, then lays you on the bench. The cold surface against your hot skin gives you goosebumps, but you cannot care less – your attention is entirely focused on the man removing your pants, followed by your underwear, an ecstatic look painting his face at the sight of your cunt.

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot” he outright remarks, hands roaming on your thighs.

You feel blood rush to your face, part of you embarrassed to be examined by the eyes of the handsome stranger, part of you extremely aroused by the prospect of what is to come.

“Can I taste you?”

“Please” you nod eagerly.

He doesn’t waste a minute, spreading your legs further apart and getting a comfortable place in between them. Half-lidded eyes look up to you while he marks your skin of his lips, hot breath fanning on your erected clitoris. You bite your lips, keeping in the sounds that menace to come out; he’s barely done anything yet, but you are already melting, the simple sight of him between your legs being its own aphrodisiac. However, you cannot keep your silence when he takes a first laps, separating your lips to have access to your clitoris. He reaches the bundle of nerves, sucking on it languidly, though you feel that he is holding back his true hunger. Something almost animalistic animates the red-haired boy, each stroke of his skilled tongue leaving you speechless – only moans and incoherent mumbles leave your throat.

“Taste so fucking good” he groans as he feists on you.

You can’t even voice out an answer, hips desperately bucking forward to communicate your needs. He is, there again, quick to understand, and his strong arms wrap around your legs as he pulls you closer, keeping his hold as he buries himself in the heavenly warmth of your pussy. He’s messy, hungry, insatiable. You whine – it feels like too much already, and you are just seconds away from your orgasm. Your thighs clench, the knot in your stomach unravelling as you bend against the surface of the bench.

He barely has the time to get out of the embrace of your legs that you pull his face towards yours, desperately kissing him, getting the bittersweet taste of you on your tongue. You’re in a state that is unknown to you, wanting – needing – everything of him. Kagami Taiga has you so desperately in need for him, that your hands rush to the band of his basketball shorts, big doe eyes looking up at him as you beg:

“I want to suck your dick, please!”

This time, Taiga looks surprised by your eagerness. Though he’s appreciated the honesty you’ve demonstrated lately, seeing you so hungry for him takes him aback. The surprise, however, isn’t unwelcomed. As a matter of fact, he looks at you with stars in his eyes – elated that a girl like you, can want him so much. A simple stranger, yet one that has already turned his life around in the few hours you’ve got to spend together.

“Fuck, I can’t refuse shit to my pretty one” he smiles, fingers caressing your cheeks.

You are quick to free his hard cock of all fabric, taking an instant to admire it. Its size is impressive – though proportional, considering how tall and large he is; and from the way it looks, proud and beautiful, you can only crave it more. Your hands wrap at the base and give a few slow strokes, fingers exploring his length curiously. His tip calls for the warmth of your mouth, and you yield; your tongue licks gently, descending to the shaft before you leave a soft kiss to the tip. You look up, the sight of his immense body folding under your delicate touches. And the second you take him in, welcoming his cock in the tender embrace of your cheeks, he is nothing but a mess, big hands pushing your head closer as you choke a bit on his length.

“You can take me in, can’t you?”

You whine a response with a mouth full, proving him just right as he reaches the back of your throat. Tears gather at the corner of your eyes, making them look like celestial skies, and you ravish at the way you make him feel. His heavy panting and the occasional swearing leave you more wet than you already are, and it takes everything in you to keep going instead of stopping and fuck yourself on his dick. However, patience has never been one of your virtues, and you let him go in a sloppy “pop”. His hand comes to your face, forcing you to look at him as he looks for an answer.

“I’m sorry Taiga, but I can’t wait any longer” you confess.

He helps you up, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips, which startles you. You couldn’t expect such response to what you just did and said, but the more you get to know him, the more you understand that he isn’t your average guy. No, where another man would be impatient and apathic, Kagami is surprisingly kind, perfectly understanding you and your body and indulging into you without thinking twice. He is genuine in a way that makes your heart flutter, so you really can’t blame yourself for wanting him so deep in you, that he forever leaves his mark.

“How does my pretty one want me, hm?”

“I don’t fucking care, I just want you.”

He laughs taking you by the hips before laying you back on the bench. As he spreads your legs wide for him, you look at his figure hovering over you. He is incredibly beautiful; you reflect at the sight. Beside his divine body, his face is one that you wish to always see, one that you’d paint the portrait of.

And it just strikes you at this moment, that you might actually be in love with his face.

Maybe it is truly love at first sight, as absurd as it sounds, maybe it just was a destined encounter. How else can you explain that you feel just right for each other? That he knows how to please your body without you having to say anything? How else can you explain the absolute bliss you feel hearing him groan in your ear? Or the way his hips buck harder when you chant his name like a prayer?

“So fucking good” he grunts as his fingers find your clit.

Your eyes barely stay open, but in a last moment of control over your blissed out body, your finger hook the ring around his neck, pulling him towards your face. Your lips find his in yet another of these heated, needy kisses. Your moans get lost in his mouth and you shake, feeling your orgasm approaching.

“Taiga…” you try to warn him.

“Fuck, are you cumming, yeah? Are you gonna milk me, pretty one?”

You fail to word out an answer, instead whining like the needy girl you are. So needy, for him, for all of him. His thrusts keep going till you finally reach your climax, his name leaving your lips as you feel your insides explode. He keeps going, your clenching walls taking him to the edge. Just as he feels himself on the verge of his own orgasm, he pulls out, stroking his cock till you hear your name in a moan, hot strings of white painting your chest. And everything that you’ve imagined since first meeting him, all these thoughts you were ashamed of and try to repress, they all suddenly take a taste of reality.

Because in Taiga’s attempt of making you his, you’ve ended up making him yours.

“It’s still raining outside” he remarks as he pulls your tired body towards his.

He strokes your hair while you listen carefully to the drops falling on the roof. It sounds like the rain has calmed down, but it is not your intention to leave anytime soon.

“I just kinda want to stay with you till the rain stops, and maybe even after.”

#sorry again for taking so long #i hope you love it <3 #i really loved that request :) #knb #kuroko no basuke #kagami taiga #knb x reader #kagami x reader #knb smut #kagami smut

[ygoygo1]

It’s literally 2 am rn and I just watched the gwitch finale and I’ve been screaming so hard but I don’t want to wake anyone up soI’ve been going a t a pitch so high I can barely hear myslef and now I’m lightheaded and idk if it’s bc of the elated screaming or bc of the finale but my g od and they’re fuckin married and the show made that clear they’re in love and on a farm on earth

I’m never going to get over this am I

#gundam: the witch from mercury #g witch #whoooo! #sulemio #the ringss oml

[distantwave]

recommend me 5 songs, so I can associate them with you and learn more music 🫶🏻 (I just remembered a time I asked you about your Spotify playlists??????)

Ough okay okay I feel like I’ve gotta get wildly specific songs in here (these aren’t ranked)

1. Secrets - One Republic

This song was in the soundtrack for The Sorcerer’s Apprentice in 2010 and it was specifically in this one scene where they’re in this giant fucking Tesla coil and the guys playing the song and the electricity matches up to the music and I was ten years old when this movie came out and I went absolutely INSANE for it and it’s been giving me brain worms ever since like I’m being so serious u have to google that scene rn it’s probably not good but it’s so good

2. Honky Tonk Badonkadonk - Trace Adkins

SPECIFICALLY the one off the 2005 Dangerous Man album!!! The original is also good but the second one is so much more fun. This ones my go to favorite karaoke song in the world bc I could absolutely sing it blackout drunk I know it so well. I was super super into when I was little bc I thought the “slap ur grandma” line was funny (I was 5) but I also think it’s the perfect karaoke song bc a) you don’t really need to be able to sing to sing it b) the whole song is just about how hot this one girl is c) I absolutely don’t look like someone who would adore country music so it’s silly goofy

3. If it’s True - Hadestown

My favorite song from my favorite musical in the whole wide world. Hadestown is genuinely the most beautifully crafted musical I’ve ever heard/seen/experienced/whatever and this song in particular is just so so tremendous. I fell in love with the touring cast in 2017 and when the broadway recording came out with this song on it I was just absolutely blown away it’s SUCH a good song

4. Apple - the Narcissist Cookbook

Another where it’s my favorite favorite, this one’s my favorite song/bit of spoken word from my favorite artist. All of tNC’s stuff is really cool and phenomenally well written but the first time I listened through this one the very last line just stuck itself in my brain oh so hard and has continued to stay there ever since. AND!! The song was made all the better bc I got to see tNC live over the summer with @simonswaifu and I was so certain Matt wasn’t going to do much spoken word but I was WRONG!!! And I’ve never been more elated to be wrong bc I got to hear Apple live and it was oh so delightful

5. Living Dead Girl - Rob Zombie

Another one I was obsessed with when I was little! I distinctly remember listening to this song soo many times in my dads truck when it was just the two of us driving when I was like, 6? And something about it still fucks to this day (I will admit tho I only genuinely know like, half the lyrics bc this song is about the vibe ya know, who cares if u can actually understand what he’s saying as long as ur feeling the vibe)

#ur first mistake was not specifically stating you wanted five GOOD songs sorry bro #u get what has given me brain worms

[lossie92]

I'm working on Cranes and that fic just got longer again, though thankfully I know I can finally cap it at 6 chapters and not be tempted to add more.

Also, I can officially confirm there will be a very spicy scene in this fic 🙃

The below is the first few paragraphs of chapter 5, which I'm editing rn.

Hope you enjoy!

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To be honest Madara hadn’t spent much of his time envisioning all the little moments he could potentially experience if, by some miracle, Tobirama ever returned his affections. In fact, he had considered such thoughts to be fanciful and rather pointless. Expecting anything good to come out of what he had at some point started to subconsciously think about as hapless love was a path that led straight into heartbreak and his heart was already fractured. It was difficult to say whether it could possibly handle another blow.

Having Tobirama agree to walk him home, their hands brushing every so often and the tension between them growing with each step they took, was more than he could have ever hoped for.

He didn't know why lovely, beautiful Tobirama would do that. The reason why the omega stepped closer instead of moving away once they made it to Madara’s house or why he kissed him of his own volition, breath hitching and his hands trembling where they were fisted in Madara’s kendogi was a complete surprise as well. A pleasant one, sure, but a surprise nevertheless.

Apparently – miraculously – Madara might have been wrong to dismiss the possibility of a relationship between them and he had trouble wrapping his head around that.

In many ways it felt like a dream come true. 

Madara could feel the warmth radiating off of the omega’s body and the cool flow of his chakra; could smell his sweet flowery scent, which deepened the longer they kissed, indicating not only contentment, but tentative arousal as well. It was beyond heavenly and better than anything he could have envisioned.

The kiss didn’t last for long. It was relatively chaste too, but all the same Madara found himself breathless in the aftermath, his heart beating wildly when Tobirama didn’t move away immediately afterwards, choosing to press their foreheads together instead. The intimacy of this moment was undeniable and though Madara had no idea where it was all coming from, he couldn’t help how happy it made him, the elation threatening to make him burst into tears.

The words “We need to talk” took him by surprise, though he should have seen them coming. Loathe as he was to let fear rule him now, to allow it to ruin this little bit of unexpected happiness, it was inevitable. 

Good things never lasted long, did they?

"Talk," he repeated after Tobirama, trying to keep his tone even, which wasn't an easy fit. "Talk about what?"

“I know you,” Tobirama all but blurted out, his face heating up in a fierce blush, the reason for it likely embarrassment. Then he swallowed before looking up, a strange sort of determination in the set of his jaw as he continued, “I know it’s you. I know you were the one to... to leave the flowers. To bring me the gifts. I know.”

#mdtb #madatobi #madara #tobirama #cranes verse #uncle madara au #a/b/o au #wip #naruto #naruto founders #naruto fanfiction #lossie writes