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argreion · 3 months

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Respect Your Elders.

A/N: Changed my thought mid writing about sleepy sex with Leon so now we just go basic. FUSSY TIRED MAN DIDN'T LIKE BEING CALLED OLD! Transitition from cuddle to sex might be a little weird but EEEEEE! Got really fuckin' invested in writing smut and giving another go. Feel better about this one, ngl. I'm not sorry for this, I literally sat down for like an actual hour so immersed in writng this. ALSO, FUCKING SAW ONE MISTAKE AND I CAN'T FIND IT. So, possibly might have a few mistakes here and there.

Warnings: Just Sex with Leon, so P in V! Breeding kink. Breathplay. Cunnilingus! Small bits of degradation near the end. A little spit exchange too. DI Leon in mind but you can pick and choose! AFAB reader too, btw. All I can say is... Slutty Leon Kennedy :3

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcomed!

Let's be honest, being with Leon wasn't easy. Constantly reminding the poor man to not squint, to take his medication, and to even shave. Watching him pass out on the couch, bed, and even on the floor! Sadly, you can't carry a man that's heavy and full of muscle!

At least he passed out on the bed, and you slowly following afterward…

“Baby, c'mere, it's cuddle time.” He would say in that oh-so lovely voice. Made the girls scream mentally whenever he was just nice. All they could see was the pretty man, unknowingly batting his eyelashes to everyone around him. That pretty smile, too.

Leon's arm wrapped around you, and chest against your back. Gently squeezing your torso, muscles tensing and relaxing with each squeeze. The T-shirt you wore from him, stolen from his closet. He liked when you did that, made him hard. When you would bend over the kitchen counter and possibly wear his boxers? Old man got a poor boner, daddy is a little horny, baby.

“You're heavy.” You whined, not that you'd admit you liked it. I mean, you loved Leon. He loved you. It was just how the things with you two. Liked the heaviness, the stupidity, the stress, you liked the attention of a broken man picking up his pieces.

“Mmmm, heavy? The only thing heavy here is your ass.” A snort came from him as he said it. Yeah, he liked ass. Always did a smack-by whenever you walked past him. Especially when you were in the kitchen. Made his little domestic mindset bust a nut, literally.

His stubble brushed into your neck, with the purr of delight that he captured a beauty. Wrapping his other arm around you, under the side of your waist. Uncomfortably pushing into your side.

“So pretty, like an angel, baby. God must've been here to send you from the heavens. Must've hurt when you fell. Could've caught ya.” Oh, those sweet words he would always say. You knew he meant them, of course he did. If you had to say, it was a little depressing. Something just about the way he moved, spoke, and acted made your heart ache. It was probably the drinking he did, albeit it was better than a year ago.

“Don't think God sent me from the sky, Leon.” You responded with, head buried in those satin pillowcases. They felt nice on your skin, and nicer to grab when you got fucked.

“Would've broke a bone, and plus, I doubt you could catch me, old man.”

Oh, you poor poor soul. Don't call him old! He might cry, see, he's crying from his dick! Little slut, he liked that. Go ahead, weep a little more, baby boy! Also, the fact you just called him an old man to his face? Pfft, you're so on.

“I'm not that old, c'mon.”

He grunted, huffing into your neck like an angry toddler when they didn't get to snack on their favorite dino nuggets. Exaggerated heavily, and his grip tightened to push the point, he didn't like that.

“Ever heard the term respect your elders, little kid?” Leon asked, a threat hiding beneath it. Knowing the way he is, you have three seconds before he pins you to the bed and makes you squirt.

Already knowing what was going to happen, you made a lazy attempt to get out the 'terrifying' grasp of this old man. Moving to slide off the bed, but that didn't work.

His hand grabbed your shoulder, screaming this is your fault. You made me do this, and he wasn't going to be sorry at all. Pulling you back into the bed, head pushed into the pillow. Eyes staring wide up at him as he pinned you to the bed. Brows furrowed and face determined to prove otherwise. Hands pushing you into the bed by your shoulders. Yet gentle enough to not leave a bruise. That made your thighs clench, so cute.

“This old man still got it, baby doll. You really wanna play this game? I'll play it, too.” He'll play this game dirty, naughty, sexy.

Leon leaned forward, gently capturing your lips in a kiss. Passionately and slowly making out with you. Twirling your tongues around like it was his day-job. Maybe it was, seeing how he eats pussy so fucking good. Trying to ignite that burning passion he always liked. On the kitchen counter, his motorcycle, the car, work, the list went on and on. Hand trailing lower and lower as he occupied your mind. Tongue occupying your mouth. Expensive cologne pungent off his body, surrounding you in him.

Your whines being muffled from the kiss, making the old man pull away. That damning cocky smirk on his face as he taunted you,

“Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you. Speak louder, honey.”

A moan came from your lips as he pinched your clit. Making you claw at the pillows beneath your head. Hand slapping your cloth panties. Electricity running up your spine to your head.

“Fuck, d-daddy!” You choked out, watching as he teased and toyed you. He just had to fuck around with you. Put the young one in his place, like a rookie at work, the karens at stores. Leaning to your ear

“She's so needy, babydoll. Need your old man to make it better? But you probably don't like an old man, hm? Rubbing his fingers over your folds and clit.”

He hissed into your ear, nibbling on the edge. Pulling away to look down at those cute cotton panties. He always ruined them, sniffed them, came in them. His panties, too. Always will be his panties. Moving to move those panties aside, tugging them to reveal that glistening feast. Sopping wet for him to bury into. Like the breakfast at IHOP or McDonald's he would get. Devoured in mere minutes.

Leon positioned himself between your thighs, nose buried in your folds. Sniffing the sweet scent it emitted. That slightly tangy taste it had as well. He breathed it in like his last breath. The last meal he would have before death row. Being executed for serving his country too well, and serving your cunt, as well.

“Could get used to this any day. Wish my job was as easy as sitting down and eating this precious purr-ty pussy. Mewing for some milk, like always.” He purred, staring at you through his eyes lashes.

“P-purr-ty? What the fuck doe— AH!”

His tongue buried into you, licking up, down, left, and right. Coming up every once in a while to suck your clit. Make him drown in that pussy, baby. He needs it, he needs it like God. Make him get on his knees and pray.

“Didn't say you could talk, baby. Maybe you need a lesson on listening, again.” He tutted, sucking on your nub, again. Making your toes curl and hands clench again. Too good at this, imagine how many moms or younger girls would want this. Those twenty-year-old college girls wanting a middle-aged guy between their thighs. Mmmm, made you wet just thinking about how he's yours.

Tongue swirling, your hips bucking, and hand now buried in his locks. Threatening to pull his hair out. You pressed into his face, in which he pressed back. Drown him, suffocate him, make him die, honey.

Your legs tensed as you neared that high. C'mon, keep going! “I'm gonna— I'm gonna!—”

Selfishly, he pulled away. Wet dripping down his nose to his stubble. Looking at deranged as he looked up, sitting up. Hands fumbling with his shirt as he rushed to fuck into you. He wanted it. No, he needed it. Needed to be buried in that fat fucking pussy. Make it drip with his cum, eat it out, and impregnate it if he could. Wanted to see you leak breastmilk and be full of him.

“Not yet, I didn't say you could. Little slut.”

Noticing the change of pace, you reached out, only to be met with him yanking you. Stomach pressed into the bed, and head pulled back. His free hand tugging his jeans and boxers down. Fuck, he was hard. Harder than steel. His bicep wrapped around your throat, and his nose buried in your hair. Pants of exhaustion coming from him. He got so tired easily, old man in his heart.

Harshly, his hips thrusted against yours. Not even being enough of a gentleman to give a warning shot. No head against your little hole, fully sheathed in. The groan that came from his lips could've made you cum on the spot.

“Oh fuck…”

The claps followed afterward, body moving up and down with his rhythm. Ass moving at the rhythm, as well. Your fingers digging into his arm as he tightened the headlock. Enough to make it pleasing enough, your eyes rolled back. Mouth agape as you sprouted out moans and small noises. Squishy wet sounds following after his thrusts.

Leon looked down at you, a toothy smile on his face. Always what he wanted, that fucked out look. So sweet, like an angel. Should've gotten his phone, but he was too enthralled in this now. That pretty little mouth needed a little love. So, he pulled your head back more. A small pained moan coming from your lips.

“Need a little loving from daddy, huh? Need daddy to fill this fuckin' cunt with his kids. Wanna stay in this bed full of 'em? Such a good slut, baby. Fuck the Redfield bloodline, Kennedy bloodline is gonna be bigger and stronger than that fuckin' boulder.”

Leon spat straight into your mouth, making you clench. Hitting the back of your throat. It tasted so disgusting, but it was hot. Alongside the few drops of spit, he let drip so slowly into your mouth. The wait was killing you!

“Swallow daddy, baby. Better than Gordon Ramsay, too. With this pussy, you put him to shame.”

Who couldn't obey a man like him? Strong government agent who kills for a living. Wouldn't want to anger daddy, would you? So, you swallowed. Right down your throat, and it made you gag a little. Couldn't say you hated it, it would just make him concerned. He was a softie deep down, always stopping whenever your face changed slightly. Got annoying when you literally just wanted to cum! Like, shut up, and just FUCK ME!

"S'close. Gonna cum for you! Wan' cum!” You whined, moaning pitifully. Ass raised against his pelvis. Balls slapping against your lower half. How would you explain to your parents you're a little cock sleeve to a government agent? I mean, at least it pays in a free apartment, car, and food! Plus whatever you counted Leon as.

“Really baby? That drunk off me? Mmmm, we love to hear that. Let daddy do it for you.” He whispered, voice still like honeyed whiskey.

Hips picking up its pace as it abused your cunt wider and wider. Only for him, and always open for him. Bringing him to the tip of the iceberg as he came inside you. Hips pushing against yours fully, and his tip at your cervix. He panted, burying his face in your neck. Those words, the pace, and his arm. You came on the spot, leaking down his cock and balls. Hands wanting to rip those sheets in front of you. Balled the fabric into your fist. Dripping onto the sheets below.

“Post nut clarity, damn.” Leon chuckled. Arm falling from around your neck. Bringing it down to interlace your fingers. “You good? I didn't, like, y'know? I'm not the best with words, c'mon.”

Mmmmm, body already responding as he gently pulsed around him. Head nodding in response to his query.

“Mhm, happy. Happy you actually didn't worry!”

You smiled, resting your head in your arms as he slowly moved off of you. Not pulling out, of course. He wouldn't do that just yet, gotta keep the package warm.

“Still an old man, by the way.��

His brows furrowed, sighing in defeat. You were supposed to say you learned your lesson! Regardless, he loved you, even if you were very stubborn.

“You're lucky you're cute…” He muttered, kissing your temple. Those very arms from earlier coming to wrap around you again. His chin propped on top of your head. Seemingly pleased he did a good job. Both of you leaking out onto the bed. Would have to clean that up later…

“You're lucky I like old men, Mr. Kennedy.”

He hummed, closing his eyes. A smile plastered on his lips.

“Think this old man needs a nap, honeybun.”

No, Leon DON—! And he fell asleep, right on top of you… In mere fucking seconds. The sex was a 10/10, but the napping part? Wouldn't recommend.

"Dammit..."

Honestly, you gave up right about now. You'll deal with it later, like you always did. Right now, maybe it was about time for a nap. Even if he was heavy, it was a free blanket. Another cuddle, another round of love-making, and a horrible nap?

You'd always do this again and again.

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todoroki-waifu · 9 months

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Can i request a story about the reader being in another school that is a rival of easton even though reader and rayne are a couple? Thanks💞 (im sorry if this is a weird idea i just thought it up in my head😅)

Note: Thank you for this! And it's not weird at all! It was a cute idea. Not sure how I feel about how I wrote this, but I hope you still like it. Also, Luke is a random character I made up.

Rayne x Reader

Warning: Female reader, cursing, and a guy hitting on/bothering the reader to be his.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count:828

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Your excitement was increasing with every step as you approached Easton Academy. Your dorm mate is beside you, talking about today's event. There was a duelo match at Easton and your school was playing against them. Schoolwork had kept you and Rayne from physically seeing each other, but you still found ways to communicate.

You and Rayne have been together for a little over a year now, but only a select few knew this. You both weren't ashamed of your relationship, but you agreed it was best to not announce it so loudly. You couldn't deal with people digging deep into your personal business and you knew it'd only fuel rumors and gossip since your boyfriend was from Easton. Despite your schools having history with each other, it didn't stop the two of you from falling for each other.

"I have a feeling the match is gonna go into overtime." You hear your roommate as you search for your boyfriend. You planned on sitting beside each other to watch the game.

"Yeah? You think?"

"I'm pretty sure! Both teams are at the top this season."

"You're not wrong there." It didn't matter to you who won, you were more focused on being able to hug Rayne again. A voice shouts your name and your eyes target its source. You groan at the approaching male with his friends not too far behind, your roommate cursing at his presence.

"Hey there, ___(y/n)! You ready to cheer me on?"

"Hey, Luke..." You forced out a polite smile.

"We gotta go and grab some seats. Bye!" __(r/n) links her arm with yours, attempting to pull you away from Luke and his team.

"Oh c'mon, stop cockblocking. I wanna talk to my girlfriend." Luke interferes with your escape route.

"Don't call me that. I already told you that I have a boyfriend." You glare, your patience thinning rapidly the more you are around the duelo captain.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're just playing hard to get." He slips between you and __(r/n), draping his arm over your shoulders. You immediately create distance between the two of you, your eyebrows knitting together.

"No, I'm not. Just like how I've told you many, many times before, I'm happily taken."

"That's just a lie." Luke steps closer to you once again. "You're always saying that."

"And I'm going to keep saying it." You were praying that someone would just date this idiot so he'd finally leave you alone. But all the other girls knew better.

"It's just that I've never seen or heard about him before." You feel your hand being taken in his and lures you close to his body. "If you really have a boyfriend, then where is he?"

"Right here." Fingers grip tightly on Luke's wrist, granting you freedom. You automatically knew who it was because only one voice made your heart jump. You whisper his name, your blonde and black haired boyfriend now blocking Luke's view from you. Scum like him didn't deserve to lay eyes on his girlfriend.

"Hey man, let go!" Luke's shout attracts a large audience from both academies. “Who the hell are you?”

"I’m ___(y/n)’s boyfriend.”

“What? Yeah right! I’ve never seen you two together!”

“It is none of your concern whether you have seen us together or not. If she has told you that she was already dating someone, you should have ceased your annoying advances from the beginning.”

It was almost as if Ranye’s golden orbs were eerily glowing the longer he held his gaze at the duelo captain.

“Che, whatever! I ain't wasting any more time with you. I got a match to win.” Luke pulls his hand back, trying to rub the pain away without seeming affected by the Sword Cane’s strength. Rayne ignores his comment, for now, and tends to you immediately.

"Are you alright?" He inspects for any physical injuries and distress in your eyes.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Rayne gently rests his hand on your cheek, rubbing the soft skin under his thumb. You smile into his touch, leaning into it. His lips slightly tug downard at the thought of you having gone through that boy's pestering for quite some time. Rayne heard you complain about your multiple rejections. He couldn't blame you since you respected the promise you both made in regards to hiding each other's identity. Also, knowing you, you didn't want to worry the magic blade user.

Well, he couldn't allow that to continue. He breathes out your name, his other hand claiming your free cheek.

"I think it's time to let everyone know our little secret." Rayne lays his lips over yours delicately, ignoring the various noises from the onlookers. You couldn't help but melt into his kiss, pressing yourself a bit closer to him. It felt so liberating and exciting now that you both can show each other off. He wanted it to be clear who exactly your mystery boyfriend was.

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i9messi · 1 year

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hii! i haven't seen alot of people write for João Felix so i wanted to request a João Felix x Reader where reader does a prank on Felix by calling him another guy's name and maybe in the end they cuddle and Felix is lying is head on Reader's chest! It's currently 12AM for me and i was craving some Joao Felix 😭! Take care of yourself, love you!<3

Wrong name — João Félix

Word count — 742

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"What did you say?"

You looked at your boyfriend, noticing that the expression on his face changed completely. He had been smiling moments before, but now he seemed confused and intrigued by the name that had come from your lips.

The thing is, you had asked him to hand you the TV remote, but you had used another name to call him. That had left him static in his place, with a frown on his beautiful face.

"Sorry, João."

"You said Nico. Who is Nico?"

"No one, I just- I got confused."

You were playing a prank on him to find out what his reaction was, you just wanted to know how he was going to react to hearing you call him by another name, and you were watching him right now. He didn’t like it at all.

"How can you get my name wrong? I’m your boyfriend."

"Sorry babe." You tried to act innocent and of course, João didn’t even believe you.

"Who’s Nico?"

"João, I just got confused for a second."

"Fine."

João got up from the coach, in a complete silence that made you realize that you had ruined everything. You didn’t think he’d take it so badly, maybe you expected him to ask a few questions, but not that he seemed offended. You also got up from the coach where you were sitting and tried to hold his hand. Your boyfriend kept walking.

"Babe, don’t get mad, it was just a mistake."

"I’m not mad."

João was so serious, it was obvious that he was angry about your supposed mistake. Hell, you didn’t expect him to be angry. Your boyfriend kept walking and you looked at his back.

"Then, why are you leaving?"

"You better go talk to Nico, whoever that guy is."

João went to the room you shared, closing the door behind him. You thought his anger would go away quickly and he would surely realize that his jealousy was silly, but he didn't return. João didn’t used to be a jealous boyfriend, he usually knew that you were in love with him and you were his. That’s why you decided to play that prank too, thinking he wouldn’t be mad at you.

As you already felt bad about what had happened, you went in search of him. João was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. His eyes joined for a moment, until he turned his attention back to the ceiling.

"C'mon babe, we should talk." You walked by his side.

"Won’t you get confused with my name this time?"

"João... it was a prank. I wanted to see how you would react if I called you by another name. I didn’t think you would get angry."

João looked at you silently, beginning to understand that there was no one else in your life. João was your boyfriend and you loved him with all your heart, just like he loved you. Before you met him you didn’t used to believe in soulmates, until him. Now you were sure he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He was significant to you.

"But-why? It wasn’t even funnier."

"I know, I’m really sorry now. Please, babe..."

You sat up beside him in bed, joining your hands in a grip. Your voice was a much lower volume from where you laid. João stroked your hand, pleased to solve that misunderstanding.

"Could you forgive me? There is no Nico, it was just a prank. I love you and I could never mistake your name."

"It’s fine, pretty."

One way or another, João ended up lying on your chest, his ear stuck to your heart. You caressed her hair, which was completely disheveled. His arms gently came around you, securing your place. You could stay like this all day, unwilling to do anything but show your love.

His kisses trailed down your chin, leaving love bites on your neck. You felt his hot, sloppy wet kisses all over your body, especially in your lips. You had to gasp for air, but João still leaned in, eyes closed, lips parted, absolutely wanting more.

"I love you. I know I say it a lot, but I truly mean it." your boyfriend said to you, while your gazes met. "Did you love me?"

"I love you so much, and I never want to hurt you, João."

You had the best boyfriend ever.

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ciwzing · 1 year

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⌗ 02 well that's one way to get out of it.

"so who's the unlucky girl?" the brunette asked in a teasing manner, resting her chin on her palms like a schoolgirl who's ready to hear the latest hot gossip. "what?" xiao responded with an offended look making hu tao laugh. "oh you know what I mean, who's the girl xiao?" Hu tao asked once again, stirring her drink with a straw her attention now on the scowling male in front of her.

" I don't see how is that any of your business" Xiao said and break the eye contact between them, casting his eyes on the food on his table. "C'mon you gotta give us a clue or something?" Hu tao whined, sprawling on the table gaining some stares from tables around them.

"That's right big brother! When was the last time you openly had taking a liking for a girl" Ganyu puffed her cheeks out, before shaking her head to make her point. "And we can also help to get you with her!" Itto enthusiastically said pointing his chopsticks at xiao, ganyu swatting his hand down shaking her head in disapproval at his rude gesture. Itto only murmured a sheepish apology.

"I'm not taking a part of this cupid whatever the fuck play you guys are doing" Scaramouche said with a scowl, crossing his arms, earning some eye roll from the group. "I don't want anyone to play matchmaker on my love life and I don't want anyone bringing this crush topic up" Xiao frustratingly groaned, almost wanting to rip his hair out, yes he was frustrated but he's more embarrassed than anything.

He thought he hid his feelings well, I guess well enough for not his other friends to notice except for a certain duo who couldn't kept their mouth shut, xiao glared at them with that thought in mind, scara only raised a brow at him while the other only giggled knowingly. "Aya, let's stop tormenting our dear xiao now" Kazuha feigned innocent even going as far to bat his eyelashes at the said male, xiao's frown only grew deeper.

"If anything shouldn't you guys bother scara, he was the one who noticed xiao's obvious staring, he might have a clue on who's the lucky girl is" kazuha successfully removed the attention from xiao by putting it on scara instead.

"oi, oi, what the hell are you doing! why are you putting me on the spotlight like that!" Scara said as he felt all the pair of eyes are now on him, he almost want to scream in protest but kazuha only blinked at him innocently before continuing on eating his meal. "So you do know something!" Hu tao said with an accusing finger, leaning on the table to get closer to the indigo eyed man. "So what?" Scara sassily snapped back, hu tao glared at him before slamming her fist on the table dramatically once againt gaining attention from others.

"Then what are you waiting for? Tell us already for God's sake!" Hu tao whined out, gripping her pig tails tightly on her balled up hands, Yanfei sighed and only patted her lover's back her act of trying to relieve hu tao's annoyance was reduce to nothing by scara's smirk. "My answers doesn't come for free" He said with a shit eating grin on his face still crossing his arms, ganyu in between the two of them, only sitting still with no intention of breaking them up. "You little- you're so fucking cheap"

"No payment? No answers" Scara shrugged looking away from the brunette when she made the effort to stand up to jump on him and pull his hair out, fortunately yanfei and ganyu hold her back, forcing her to sit back down. "I'm really gonna kill him" She muttered glaring daggers at the said male who acted as he was minding his own business, checking his nails for good measure.

hearing a sigh coming from hu tao, scaramouche knew he won.

"Fine, I'll treat you for 3 days, anything you want Just give me the answer" Hu tao whispered almost pathetically, pouting that she let the male got his way. "Wait- scara, don't do it" Xiao said almost pleadingly, scara only stayed silent making it look like he was contemplating, a few seconds of silence scara shrugged and didn't say a word making xiao relief thinking that scara is gonna keep quiet about it this time.

"make that 7 days and you have a deal"

"wha-"

"deal!"

"hey, what the!" xiao has never felt betrayal until now, watching in terror as scara and hu tao discussed their deal and sealing it with a firm handshake.

"so, who is she?" ganyu asked after the whole ordeal ignoring her dear brother who's lips keeps closing and opening like a blubbering fish in the water, not finding any words to let his million thoughts away.

"y/n l/n" scara simply left it at that, no further explanation needed when he heard countless gasp on the table turning their attention on xiao, his face erupting in flames just at the mere mention of the girl's name.

"Oh my god, the y/n l/n you shared multiple classes with?!" yanfei questionen for confirmation getting her answer when xiao let his gaze fall on his lap, his secret that he kept for years now reveal in seconds.

"The y/n l/n your once childhood play date?!" Ganyu exclaimed in a loud hushed voice paired with a dramatic gasp her hands clasped around her mouth for a more exaggerated effect.

"That y/n l/n!?" The girls asked in unison, the expression that xiao gave should be a more than enough confirmation but it seems like they seek more and want to hear it come out his very own lips.

He really need to leave.

Yup, he's gonna leave.

without any word he stand up from his spot leaving his confused friends who just stare at him silently, their eyes following him with every step he take. Eventually the group of friends snap back to reality and catch up to him before he can get away completely, scara getting dragged by itto and kazuha out of his own will.

"it is her!" hu tao said pointing an accusing finger at the male, grabbing him by his arm to stop him from walking away. the group of friends now circled him in the middle of the cafeteria, some people stopped focusing in their meals to put their attention on the group of people to see what's happening.

"yea it is her, what about it?" xiao said knowing denying it any longer would just make the other pester him more than she already did. "duh? talk to her" yanfei stated the obvious rolling her eyes to stare at xiao dumbfoundedly. "it's not that easy as you make it sound like" the male cried out in frustration almost ripping his hair out from the constant pestering.

"c'mon lil dude, you share a few classes with her right? wouldn't you have a few conversations with her by now?" itto said with a grin, patting his friend's head to encourage him but the deadpan look that xiao gave made his actions stop.

"oh my god, you never had any cover-"

"fuck so what?" xiao cutted yanfei out of embarrassment, can you really blame him everytime you're even the same room with him his mind turn to a blank and everytime you did strike up a conversation he was always left tongue tied, his lips moving on his own, words coming out of his mouth without him thinking. Now he's convinced you probably think he hates you when it's literally the opposite.

"god y/n definitely has a chokehold on you"

"hm? why do I hear my name here?"

all of them froze as they heard a new voice come view in the conversation, heads slowly turning to see a very confused you standing with a drink in hand, tilting your head to the side. "uh you must've heard wrong?" hu tao tried to convinced you but you only give her a raised of your brow with the answer she gave you.

"is that you gaslighting me?"

"no"

"yea, definitely gaslighting" you said, you point with your drink before a pout made it's way to your glossed lips. "Saw you guys just standing here in the middle of the cafeteria, thought to have a look to know what's up" You explained with a shurgged, you lips wrapping on your drink to take a sip.

"don't worry everything is okay" kazuha said with a smile even giving you a thumbs up to prove his point you couldn't help but let a smile graze your lips from his positive aura.

"Are you guys sure?"

"yeah, just uh- well xiao is feeling sick yeah!" itto said trying to be convincing but it seems like it did the opposite and it seems like you didn't plan to leave until you got an answer that satisfied you.

"Oh! he has aids"

....

"what?" even xiao wanted to say out loud as he look at his sister who's starting to feel smaller with all the attention shifting to her. "y-yeah xiao had aids, that's why, we're just concern for him you know, since we're friends" Yanfei awkwardly fiddled with her fingers, thinking that aiding her friend's statement would make it more believable (pun intended).

"I see.."

"yeah"

"then, I guess I'll get going" you cleared your throat, wanting to get out of the awkward atmosphere you unintentionally made. The rest nodded waving you goodbye stiffly. The group didn't say a single word even after you walk out of the door.

"well that's one way to get out of it" hu tao said.

xiao felt like he's gonna cry at any second.

Always: prev / masterlist / next ✧

synopsis: xiao has already accepted that he's gonna graduate without telling his feelings to a particular girl but it seems like fate says otherwise, he can't back out now, specially after his friends find out, playing as the matchmaker with the help of old friend google, wikihow to be exact

notes: taglist are open!

🖇 @aeongiies @sxiaoul @tsuyus-dream @sagegreenthinks @lovely028 @retiredmommylover @gojoandelsalovechilde

#genshin impact x reader #reader insert #genshin fluff #genshin smau #adeptus xiao #genshin #genshin impact smau #xiao smau #xiao fluff #genshin xiao #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #xiao x reader #xiao #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact #smau #always

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xfancyuu · 1 year

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~ i've never lost a game before, i always see the end, overflowing with passion. [aegon ii targaryen]

a drabble of aegon and reader going to mini golf mixed with whiny baby aegon who's a sore loser & bad at mini golf and a hazard to himself. reader is afab with she/her pronouns, no appearance indicators as per. my requests are OPEN please send away! this is a modern au and fanon aegon is the only aegon to exist to me.

The moment you had suggested trying mini golf as a date, you knew it was a bad idea. Aegon was competitive and a sore loser, you had thought it could be fun, that the idea in theory was cute. However, Aegon with his personalty always found a way to ensure your plans were not cute nor would they go to plan.

The drive there was pleasant, Aegon had picked you up, allowed you to choose the music, paid for the both of you. Though, the smoothness could only last for so long. You'd made a bet, however many holes he potted before you, he'd receive a kiss in return. The first hole he would have considered a practice round, the ball had hit the propellers of the windmill, and you had claimed your victory.

The second and third holes were almost as bad as the first and his frustration was growing, "I can help you, you know?" you'd asked, though Aegon was too stubborn to even consider you helping him, "All you have to do is ask me." You think his pride would never allow him to ask you for help.

"I don't need your help, y/n, I can do it myself." You weren't so sure about that but wouldn't argue with him, he could be a handful at the best of times, his hand had grabbed yours — he was always like this in public, clinging onto you as though he feared losing you. "C'mon let's move on to the next course, it should be easier." You hadn't had the heart to tell him that the course did in fact get harder as you progressed.

At the eight hole it was ridiculous, you'd had to physically manhandle him due to his refusal to accept your help. Your arms had wrapped around his own, adjusting his grip on the golf club. "I can do it myself." Aegon had spoke, though you weren't having any of it. Continuing to manoeuvre him into a position which would allow him to get a hole in one. With your help he'd actually succeeded in his goal, though he couldn't exactly bask in his victory, it had made him more frustrated, and you hadn't helped in the matter. "Well done, baby. You should have accepted my help before now." You had pecked his cheek, wholesome moments were few and far between in public with Aegon — he had an image to maintain. He clearly couldn't let the moment linger before he was pouting. "See what happens when you accept my help? You actually succeed at things."

"Oh, for fuck's sake." His irritation and impulsive nature had determined his next move. Your winning streak already had him in a less than favourable mood, mixed with the fact he couldn't get a single shot, it was disastrous. He'd thrown the club before he could think — the splash echoed through the air as it dawned on him what he did, yet he couldn't process the next moment within his tantrum, the fall had been unceremonious, but it had hurt. He despised that damn miniature windmill and the curse it had placed on him in the first round of the game.

"Baby, I think we should leave." You hadn't known what exactly to do, Aegon's actions had caused an audience to form, you knew that your boyfriend would be headline news in the morning — probably an embellished story to go along with it.

You couldn't say you left without a trace — the golf club had sunk in the man-made lake by now, disrupting the floating golf balls, leaving a district club shape in the water. You couldn't tell if Aegon was embarrassed by his behaviour, or if he could truly feel embarrassed. He'd told you he was the family disappointment on many occasions and even if he did somewhat ruin the date you couldn't find it within yourself to be angry at him, you knew he had unresolved issues that he was working on.

"I think that will be a fun story to tell our future children," you had tried to lighten the mood while Aegon continued his silence. "I'm not angry at you Aeg."

"You should be."

"I know you'll make it up to me tonight." You couldn't hide your smirk, you knew Aegon would do anything to keep you happy.

i'm intending to post my aegon headcanons soon but idk when, i also intend to post a full length fic this weekend so watch out for that (i might also post another aegon drabble because i'm in an aegon mood). *to be crossposted on ao3 under the name hedonism!

@lovelykhaleesiii @bucknastysbabe

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen #prince aegon #aegon the usurper #aegon x you #aegon targaryen x you #hotd aegon #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #asoiaf x reader #asoiaf imagine #asoiaf fanfic #modern aegon #modern aegon ii #if anyones hard carrying here it's reader

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tillthelandslide · 1 year

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Yours - George Daniel

Request for the lovely @alien-princess-v

Had to sprinkle a bit of Matty being cute in there. Hope you enjoy

George was standing behind the dj dec, a wide smile on his face as Matty all but screamed something in his ear. Your eyes unfaltering in their movements, focusing on the tall man. He was wearing a black v neck top which revealed the necklace you bought him for his last birthday. A black shirt was resting over the top, his tattooed arms were on full show tempting you.

His eyes caught yours and his smile somehow widened, one hand left the deck, waving at you, gesturing you to come over. You had only got to the after party, feeling a little overwhelmed already, purely by the amount of people who were there. You could see the boys and some of your other friends in the VIP part of the club, you'd make your way over there in a few, needing to get a drink first.

You made your way over to the bar, waiting in the queue, your hands found your phone, eyes wandering across several notifications, briefly reading them before sliding it back into your pocket. You missed the commotion behind you, mind too deep in thought to hear several screams and whoops. You felt a hand on your waist so you turned around, you smiled as you were met with your childhood best friend: Matty.

"Hey stinky, you know we have a private bar right?" He said, pulling you into a tight hug.

"I know ratty, but normal people like me prefer using this one" you said gesturing towards the many people in the queue making Matty chuckle.

"Come on, don't be silly. Lover boy is waiting for you" he said, taking your hand to lead you over to the VIP section , you tug against him briefly making the both of you stop in your tracks. Now Matty knew you like the back of his hand, and he knew you were anxious about something, probably the aforementioned 'lover boy'.

"C'mon what's wrong?" He says, fingers smoothing over your knuckles. Anyone looking in and those few probably taking pictures would say this looked romantic. But Matty and you had been friends practically since childbirth, you had 'dated' when you were young but it was silly and nothing serious, a childhood relationship that nearly everyone had that truly didn't mean anything. But he cared deeply for you and knew you inside out, as did you for him.

"I don't want people making this thing with George such a big deal Matt. Everyone keeps teasing us about it and it's not only annoying as shit but I know it bugs George. I don't want him being annoyed at me, I don't need that worsening my odds" you joke, but Matty knows you're serious, ever the worrier and always selling yourself short.

"Don't be ridiculous, doesn't matter what you think of what the both of you are. That man is obsessed with you and you're being too you to see it" Matty says, his tone is far too serious for your liking but you appreciate the sentiment nonetheless.

"Na mate don't be ridiculous" you say chuckling at yourself more than him.

"You're being silly. You look stunning right now, and he has not stopped talking about you since before the fucking show so pull yourself together, big yourself a little more and if all else fails, do a me and pretend" he says, finding your hand again.

He smiles at you and you smile back, he nods, you nod and you both walk over to the VIP section. The guards don't even bat an eyelid, nothing is checked and you enter.

You hear George before you see him, fucking around with Ross and Adam.

"There she is!" He says, smiling widely at you, you walk towards them, smiling widely at the three of them.

"Had to pry her away from some fans" Matty said, making an excuse.

"Our fans do love you" Ross said before pulling you into a hug.

"Hi" you smile up at him, Adam is next to hug you tightly, his grip a bit wobbly, clearly having drunk a fair bit.

George was anxiously waiting for you next, silently thanking the boys for quickly dispersing.

His arms open in the next second and you're quickly stepping into them, they wrap tightly around your shoulders as yours find his waist. You cheek is pressed against his chest what with the height difference.

"Hello love" he murmurs into your ear. You pull back to look up at him, you smile widely and he does the same.

"Missed you. How was the gig?" you say, wearing your heart on your sleeve for once.

"Missed you too. It was good, sad you weren't there" he frowns.

"The next one" you promise.

"I'll hold you to that love" he says with a quick kiss to your cheek. He returns to the dj deck after, pulling you with him, despite the loud music it feels oddly intimate. One of his hands rests against your waist, keeping you close to his side, he leans down to speak directly into your ear, his words are hushed but you can still hear them.

"There's a lot of people here" you smile up at him.

"Are you okay with that? Can get someone to cover? Go have a fag? Get some peace and quiet?" He asks, you love how caring he is, always checking up on you, even if you were just chilling with the boys. He knows your anxiety is a little bitch and sometimes creeps up on you even if you have nothing to worry about.

Your smile widens and you shake your head "I'm good now, got you haven't I?" You say and he nods, the hand around your waist squeezing gently.

Someone calls his name and shouts something to him, you don't hear what it is but see George nod, then laugh, before his eyes return to yours.

"We're doing shots" he says, grabbing your hand and leading to the table, an assortment of shots scattered around the black table.

George's hand doesn't leave yours and your eyes never leave his. You take in the man in front of you, eyes wandering over all his features, you don't know whether it's the one drink you've had on a practically empty stomach, or just the universe aligning (not that you believed in that), but suddenly you felt confident, you knew what you wanted, what you needed and you didn't care whether you'd me shooting your shot just to miss. You simply just had to.

His handing you a shot in the next second and you both back it at the same time. You grab another one for some extra liquid courage and everyone whoops at you. George's head is thrown back as he laughs, you slam the shot glass back to the table, you turn to him as his eyes find you again.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion at the determined look on your face. Your fingertips find the necklace you bought him and tug against him, sending him forward against you. Your lips find his in the next moment and cheers can be heard around you.

George's hands find your waist as yours wrap around his shoulders. His lips take control, moving gently against yours. He smiles, briefly breaking the kiss, before he places a firmer one against your lips.

The boys stay for a bit to celebrate what's been ready to happen for far too long, before it becomes a bit too awkward and they leave.

The pair pull away from each other, breathing heavily against each other.

"About time don't you think?" He chuckles, you sigh.

"Wanted me to make the first move then?" You ask, eyebrows raised.

"Kinda yeah, wanted to wait until you were ready, thought it would ease the pressure from you a bit" he says, the sentiment far too sweet but also completely stupid.

"Did the opposite actually, just ask Matty, I was a mess, thought you didn't want me" you laugh, making a joke out of it, trying your hardest to not make him feel bad.

"I'm sorry love. But you're ridiculous to think anyone, especially me wouldn't want you. Wanted you so bad" he says, desperation in his voice.

"Yeah?" You tease, taking a step closer to him, bodies flush against on another.

"Do something about it then" you challenge, it takes no time at all before his lips are back against yours and your tongues meet. Your fingers cling to his shirt, attempting to pull him closer.

"George" you murmur against his lips, he pulls away briefly to check you're okay, he sees your pupils which are blown wide and he smirks.

"Whats up? I've been waiting forever to kiss you and id really like to carry on if that's okay with you" he says making you chuckle.

"Come dance with me" you say, pulling him quickly to the dance floor. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, his find your waist. His face is buried in-between your neck in the next second, scattering a few kisses their before finding your lips again.

The kisses are quick but not rushed, tongues meet, getting accustomed to one another and the new heavenly feeling.

"Be mine" he whispers against your lips as you pull apart.

"I already am. I'm yours" you say, smearing your lips against his again.

#george daniel x reader #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #george daniel #george Daniel smut #george daniel fic #the 1975 x reader

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Fate Can Be A Lousy Traitor

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: All you wanted to do was search for Daryl - and then you and the rest of the group find themselves in a seemingly hopeless situation. You’d die now. You were sure of that. Negan and the Saviors were going to kill you all. But before that happened, you wanted to tell Darly something very important...

Set in Season 6/7!

Warnings: Negan? A lot of angst, I'd say, TWD stuff, fluff, mentions of pregnancy

Word Count: 2,3k

a/n: I promised y'all another Daryl oneshot, didn't? 😅 Well, here it is! I'm so sorry I didn't make it to post it earlier... 🙈 As compensation, you get a second part of this oneshot! 😁 I hope you like this one here! I just LOVE the drama! 😊

Here's Part Two!

Daryl sat on the stairs to the porch of the house we shared, staring at his feet, hands clasped together. The events of the previous days had left its mark on him. Especially the death of Denise. I watched him from the window, cup of tea in my hands with furrowed brows. I felt incredibly sorry for him, wished I could take the pain and those oppressive thoughts ghosting through his mind away. With a sigh, I emptied the cup and placed it on the sink, before I decided to join him.

Gently, I closed the main door behind me and stepped cautiously over to him, slowly sitting down beside him. "Hey..." I whispered, placing a hand on his forearm. Daryl lifted shortly his head to look at me, before he continued to stare at his feet. I stayed silent for a few moments, just watching him with a compassionate expression. "It's not your fault." My words caused Daryl to snort out a breath. "Yeah, isn' it?" I shook my head. "Yes. It isn't." I saw how he clenched his hands into fists. "It always isn' my fault, right? You all say this every damn time - but it's a lie." He started, swallowing hard. "It is my fault. Always has been..." Denise would still be alive, ya know... All I shoulda done was kill that prick when I had the chance." Daryl snorted out a sarcastic laugh. "But what did I do, instead? I was so stupid and helped 'em. I bloody saved 'em..." I sighed, hated how he took all the blame – again. It was an accident. It was not his fault. "Come 'ere." I mumbled and opened my arms. The archer looked at me with his troubled, desperate blue eyes, fiddling nervously with his fingers. "C'mon." I gently urged him on again to just give in and hug me. I know that he needed it. He swallowed, hesitated for another moment, but then gave in and literally fell into my arms. I hugged him close against my body, held him for a while, before I spoke up again. "It was an accident, Daryl. Maybe you should've killed him, yes. Maybe not. Maybe it would've happened anyway. We don't know... But what I sure know is, that it wasn't your fault. They hurt you, punched you, shackled you - but you decided to let them live. You helped them, did what you think is right. You're a good man, Daryl Dixon - and Denise knew that." I heard him taking a deep breath, before he retreated from the hug. "Okay?" The archer nodded meekly. I gave him a small smile and a soft kiss on his lips, then stood up again, ready to go back into the house, but he held me back. "Y/N?" I turned to face him once again. "Yes?" "I love ya." An even brighter smile darted over my face. "I know... And I love you, too." With a last look at him, I went back into the house.

What I didn't see, was that Daryl had reached into his trousers pockets and fished out the little metal name plate, Denise had gotten in the small shop they were, before she got shot. He clenched his jaw, gripped the name tag tightly and stood up, heading straight for his bike. I realised way too late, that the sounds coming from the street was his motorcycle. When I realised it, I ran out of the house and down the street - but it was too late. "Daryl!" He was already gone... I knew, of course exactly what was on his mind and where he wanted to go - and I didn't like it one bit. It was headless. It was dangerous, but it was also a thing Daryl would do. "Shit!" I cursed, knew very well how much was on the line. So much more than Daryl knew. So much more than the group knew. I couldn't lose him. I just couldn't. And that fear of losing the man I loved, caused my emotions to run wild. In that very moment, I made a decision. Without hesitation, I packed my backpack, stocked up on weapons and headed straight for the gate of Alexandria. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one who noticed what had happened and where Daryl went...

"Y/N!" Rick yelled after me. "Y/N!" I didn't stop, neither turned to face him, just walked strictly straight ahead. "Y/N, stop!" Unfortunately, was Rick quicker than I was... He caught up to me and grabbed me by my arm. "Wait!" "No!" I tried to free myself from his grasp. "Let me go! You won't stop me!" But Rick didn't budge, of course, held me in a death grip. "I have to! I won't let you go out there alone! I won't let ya walk straight into a death trap!" "I don't care! I have to find Daryl! I need to find Daryl! I won't let him die out there!" Rick shook quickly his head. "And we won't. We are goin' to find him, I promise, but you are not goin' out before we didn't come up with a plan - and you are certainly not going out there alone." I clenched my jaw and gripped the gun in my hand tighter. "You can't boss me around, Rick! I do what I want to do! Not what you want me to do! You're not my dad!" "That's right - but you are my family!" I looked him deep in the eyes, staring at him without blinking. "And so's Daryl." I hissed, before I ripped my arm out of his grasp and turned my back to walk away again. Rick was like frozen to the ground for a moment, before he came back to his senses and followed me once again. "Daryl is my family, too! And I swear to you, we will find him! We can't just act headless now and you know it!" "He may be your family, but he is so much more for me!" I spat back, looking over my shoulder. Rick ran after me, came to walk beside me. "I know, Y/N! He is your boyfriend, but-" I stopped abruptly in my tracks and pinned the former sheriff harshly against the metal wall, taking him by surprise. The adrenaline coursing through my veins made this possible. Nevertheless was I quite a bit surprised that I made to do this. "He isn't just that, Rick! He is so much more!" For the second time I stared in the man's eyes opposite me, who swallowed hard. I felt how tears pooled in my eyes, before a single one ran down my cheek. "He is..." I inhaled a shaky breath and glanced shortly down. "He is the father of my baby, for God's sake!" I let him go again. "Do you understand now?!" Rick's jaw slackened, mouth falling agape. "Y-You're..." He moved his lips, but no words came out, so he pointed at my stomach. "Yes." I breathed out, trying to prevent even more tears from falling. "That's why I need to find him." Rick stared at me for another second, "Alright..." before he started to nod. "Alright. But you won't go alone. Take somebody with you." "I'll go with her." Michonne's voice suddenly sounded from behind us. "Me too." Glenn came to stand beside her. "I am going with you, too. I know where he went." Rosita stated, crossing her arms over her chest. Rick looked at me. "Okay?" I nodded. "Good. Take care. You all." He sent me a last look, before he passed us by. So, the four of us took a car and started to search for Daryl.

To that point in time, we all didn't have a single clue that each and every one of us ran straight into a trap, set by the Saviors. We already slept with one open at night, after everything that happened... But none of us didn't see that coming. None of us awaited to look the death himself straight in the eyes on that very night...

My whole body was shaking, when we were all told to kneel down by a man with a moustache. We were surrounded by the Saviors with not a single chance to escape. To my sheer horror, wasn't it just me, Glenn, Rosita and Michonne... Oh no... It was almost the whole group. I didn't see Daryl, but I couldn't point out if that was a good sign or a bad sign. We had no other choice, knelt down on the cold, dirty forest ground. I was at the end of line, with Rosita to my left. "Get that other asshole as well!" The man with the moustache shouted. Two Saviors went immediately to one of the cars - and dragged out a man I knew so very well… "Daryl..." I gasped in relief. But then I saw the crimson red stained blanket around him; saw how his shoulder was completely covered in the red liquid. There was still blood trickling down his arm. My eyes went wide, tears starting to immediately build up inside them. He was hurt... Badly. "Daryl!" I literally screamed, wanted to jump up, but one of the men reacted quickly and held me back, pushed me harshly back on the ground. "Daryl!" I cried out, hands trying to reach for him. He got harshly dragged over to me by another man, who threw him to the ground beside me. "Y/N..." The archer breathed out relieved, but weakly. I scrambled the last few inches separating us over to him and quickly threw my arms around him. He returned the hug with a painful groan. Only then I noticed how weak he actually was - and how pale. He must've lost a lot blood. My eyes fell immediately to his blood-smeared shoulder. "Daryl... oh god..." Tears ran down my cheek, while I reached out a shaky hand to softly touch his shoulder and examine the wound. He had been shot. "S okay, Y/N. 'S okay..." He almost slurred. "Main point is that you are alright." I nodded quickly, taking his hand in mine. "I am... I am." I would've loved to hold him again - longer, and kiss him, but one of the Saviors pulled him a bit away from me, making him kneel, too. But I didn't let go of him. Our hands stayed intertwined. We all knew something bad was about to happen, when the man with the moustache announced with a shit-eating grin, "Let's meet the man!" before he knocked his fist against the side of a trailer. I felt another shiver run down my spine; how my heart hammered rapidly against my ribcage, causing my breath to get laboured. Never ever in my life before had I been this afraid. Never. Not even when the dead took over the living. Daryl seemed to sense my fear. He gave my hand a soft squeeze. I looked over to him - straight into his loving eyes. That was the moment, I decided that it was time to tell him. This was probably the last chance I got. It was now or never. Whatever Negan would do with us, it certainly wasn't going to be a coffee party. Who was I kidding? We were most certainly going to die. So, before I was going to more than likely lose Daryl, I wanted to make sure that he knew.

"D-Daryl..." I whispered, voice on the verge of cracking. His eyes met mine once again - and time seemed to froze. This was it. "B-Before we are going to d-die, I-I want to tell you s-something." The archer shook his head immediately. "Don' say somethin' like that, Y/N. We ain't goin' to die. Not 'ere, not now. 'S gonna be alright." I felt how the tear started to blur my vision once again. "We don't know that." "Y/N, I-" Now I was the one shaking my head. "Please, shut up and listen to me." I interrupted him, pleading. "This is important!" I sobbed in a hushed tone. "I will never forgive myself, if I didn't make it to tell you!" Daryl clearly didn't have the strength to argue with me, so he gave in and nodded, squeezing my hand for the third time. "Daryl..." I started again, with a small smile. "Baby... I-I'm pregnant." I could literally see almost in slow motion, how his face fell in surprise and... shock? His mouth opened and closed, but no words escaped his lips. He needed a moment to find his voice again. My words had left him speechless - understandably. "Y-Yer w-wha'? P-Pregnant?" I nodded, hot tears rolling down my face. "I-Imma be a daddy?" He choked out, visibly trying to fight his own tears. "Y-Yes, you are." A strangled, but happy gasp left his lips, followed by a small smile. He leaned over with a wince, wanted to kiss me - but just before our lips could meet, the door of the trailer sprung open with a squeal, revealing a man with short black hair, a leather jacket and a baseball bat in his hands. "Pissing our pants yet?" He asked with a grin on his face. One look at him was enough for me to know, that this was going to get painful for us. Negan would make us pay and suffer to the bones - and I couldn't even share a last kiss with the man I loved. "I love you." I whispered towards Daryl. "I love ya, too. 'N I promise, I won't let him hurt ya. I'd die for ya - 'n the baby." I smiled softly at his words and gripped his hand even tighter, ready to accept my fate.

#daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #norman reedus x reader #twd #daryl dixon x pregnant!reader

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svatleena-delvera · 8 months

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There's no time

Newt X (any gender) Reader (romantic)

Gladers X reader (platonic)

Warning: mention of blood, cursing , mention of death, maybe kinda angsty but it will be fluff

A/N: this is not actually an AU but in this situation alby was not sting but will be sting at the time where they're escaping

All the gladers are waiting for reader to come back because its already getting dark the gates started to close the others left because they knew reader can't survive there

"They're not gonna make it.."

"they're gonna die"

"they're not coming back"

Etc.

Newt can hear the others but he still have faith that you can out run the door

Then there was you running for your life

"C'MON READER RUNN"

"READER!!"

The gates were so fast and your to far once you touch the walls its already close all you heard was newt shouting

"READER!"

Some of the gladers had a disappointed face and left because its already getting dark but newt stayed there

"hey newt.. you can't just stay here you have to take a rest..."

Jeff said as he sat next to newt

"... let's just wait for those walls to open and I'm pretty sure the runners will look for them. Lets just have a little fate that they will get out of there safe"

Newt was hesitate but nodded and got up to he's hut

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When newt woke up he saw minho and ben running to the maze he only stared at them for a minute then he started he's job

Then a few hours later he saw minho carrying reader on he's back to the med-jack

Newt quickly ran up to them but was stop when minho pulled him away

"wait man you cant go in there, they're still healing"

Minho grab newt's shoulder

"well no bloody shit i have to go to them i need to know that their ok"

Newt said trying to get out of Minho's grip

"newt please be patient... they're resting for the meantime alright"

Alby said and he only nodded

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A few minutes past there's a loud sound that cause newt,minho,alby to look inside the med-jack

Minho caught jeff and only stared at reader

"wh-what happen to them?...."

Minho asked

"they're stung by a griver"

'no no no I'm only dreaming this isn't true' newt thought as alby call the other's and tied reader

"wait stop y'all are gonna hurt them!"

Newt said to the other glader seeing reader like this minho and alby didn't notice the stung on they're back when they saw reader lying down

"I'm sorry newt but we have to banish them"

Chuck said seeing the commotion

Newt's eyes were widened he was so furious that he attack gally who has been holding up reader

The others pull newt out off gal and put him in a time out

Newt only sat there waiting for reader to get banished he said its more better to be there than seeing reader go to the maze

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The sound of closing gates which means reader is gonna get banished then he heard reader screaming

"shit please dont let be in there again please!!"

Newt stand up and tried to open the cell door once he did open it he ran as fast as he can but when he got there reader was already inside they made eye contact and reader mumble

'i love you'

Then the walls are closed

The other gladers were sad aswell reader has been like a family to them they couldn't help but feel gloom

Newt only knelt down there crying

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A/N: I'm tired, in this part where many months have past now thomas and Teresa were here and they escape the next part will happen in the scorch trial

There will be a part 2!!!!!

#tmr x reader #minho tmr #thomas tmr #tmr newt #tmr minho #tmr gally #tmr #tmr alby #newt x reader #the maze runner

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eddies-tele · 2 months

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Worlds Apart, But Much Alike --- C.S. x D.G.

Basically a oneshot based on this image lol

Dividers cred: @cafekitsune

Trigger warning: gay (and kinky) seggs

Cleaning day at the house. The Foos are working tirelessly to get everything clean before they leave. Especially Chris, who has to conquer this ginormous walk-in closet and the rest of the bedroom. The ghost of Taylor looked on observantly. "So," he said, "You gonna...er, tell Cara about your little affair?"

Chris shook his head. "No, no. She couldn't handle that. The boys would laugh at me, I know it." He proceeded to do an impression of them, " 'Oh, Dad's rooting for the other team!' 'Haha, Dad's a faggot!' No, Taylor, my family aren't ready for that." He said, trying to refocus his cleaning efforts.

As he got to the bed, he sighed wistfully at remembering the 'fun' times he and Dave had had on it. Him whimpering his name, Dave growling in his ear, their sloppy make out sessions...oh, that was the life. He'd have to stop, though. He was a married man with kids, after all.

But the desire came crawling back to him. He loathed that he missed the way Dave's lips and tongue danced so expertly on his neck, how his boss's big hands would so gracefully roam his body before gripping so roughly on his hips, and how they practically felt as though they were one when climaxing together.

Chris sighed again, suddenly feeling hot. He started to sweat and his legs became jelly. "Taylor," he gulped, "I don't have a boner, do I?" The spirit nodded. "Fuck!" Chris swore. "Okay, okay, just don't panic. Don't beat it. It'll go away on its own." He whispered to himself, trying to calm down.

He resumed his cleaning duties, trying to ignore it. But it stayed. "Oh, c'mon!" Chris growled. At one point, he dropped something from the top shelf of the closet, and it brushed against his erection. He whimpered, mouth slightly ajar. His lip quivered. He realized that he had to do something about this. So he walked into the closet and shut the doors.

He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Sure, it was only enough to expose his underwear, but he didn't want to get caught. His right hand slipped down the waistband, right on to his hard cock. He held it firmly, a shaky sigh leaving his lips. He closed his eyes, stroking ever so gently at first. His strokes were soft, gentle, and slow. "Mm, Dave.." he whispered, "Fuck yeah.."

At that moment, Dave walked into the room. He blinked in confusion. He thought he'd heard his bandmate call his name, but the guy was nowhere to be seen. He noticed the closet doors rattling. "Dave!!" Chris whined loudly, "Dave! Oh, ah!" Dave raised a brow and cautiously walked to the doors. "Hello?" he called.

The younger man stopped, opening his eyes and coming down from his fantasy. Chris opened the doors after fixing his pants. He did his best to hide his gradually fading boner. "Hey, Dave," he panted, "What's up?" He was sweating profusely, wishing Dave would just go away already so he could jerk off to his memories.

"You good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"I heard you calling my name, you sure you're doing alright?"

"Yeah."

Dave looked him up and down. He grinned mischievously. He knew what was going on. "Oh really? Then why ya all sweaty, why aren't ya looking at me directly, and why are your jeans so tight in the crotch area? And why are you hiding in here, mm?" The jig was up!

"Fine, I'll admit it ---- I love having sex with you, Dave. You're just so good at it that I can't help myself. I started thinking about the times we did it, and I got super horny, so I escaped in here so no one would see me doing it to myself like a lonely teenager. There, happy?? I fucking love you, Dave Grohl, and I want you, bad. I want you to penetrate my asshole and call me your slut, I want you to make me crumble under you, I want to get fucked so hard I can't walk for days. Take me, David Eric Grohl, and make me suffer." He challenged.

Dave said nothing and slowly removed his jacket. He strutted towards Shiflett, kicking off his shoes. Once in the closet, he slammed the doors shut. "Believe me, princess, you won't be able to walk right for weeks." He growled, now glued to him. He took Shifty's arms and pushed them above his head. In response, the male sighed blissfully. He truly was Dave's, and Dave's alone.

The frontman wasted no time kissing him sweetly. Chris returned it, exhaling through his nose. "God, want this, need this..." he begged. "Ah, ah, ah! You're gonna wait, you slut!" Dave spat, pulling away. He began licking Shifty's sensitive neck, watching with glee as the boy struggled not to moan. As a courtesy, Chris tilted his neck to allow more access to his best parts.

Just as he felt Dave suckle on a spot near his ear, he sighed heavily, and felt the return of his boner. "Play with me, Davey. After all, I am your little fuck doll!" he whined. "Oh I will alright." The frontman promised, starting to grind on him. They both grunt softly at the friction, eager to get it on.

Dave switched hands, his left hand now holding Chris's arms. He tore off his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Chris's cock throbbed, precum leaking out. He shuddered, breath hitching. Dave got on his knees, kissing up his thighs. He kissed his lower stomach, his navel --- anywhere he saw fit.

He kissed the tip of his dick, before deepthroating him and bobbing his head. He stroked the base, slipping a finger in his ass when he didn't notice. Chris groaned, legs shaking. "Look what I get to do," he bragged, "I get a blowjob from Davey..then he'll fuck me..all day long!"

Dave grinned and stopped, popping off of him. He pulled his own pants down, hard on out for him to behold. He spun Chris around and entered him with no warning. The guitarist choked, his eyes rolling back. He groaned as the frontman thrusted, finally sighing happily when Dave let go of his wrists. He shivered when his hands gripped his waist harshly.

The male then rutted himself in deeper, changing his angle. The fabric of reality was beginning to fade. "Ho, right there, Davey, fuck me!" He whimpered. So he went harder, Chris slamming into the walls with each thrust. Dave growled into his ear, getting close. He began to jack off Chris, chuckling when he heard the boy whine pathetically.

"I know you want to, but you're gonna hold it." He said with a grin. He bit Chris's neck, sucking on the spot. "Hard to." Chris admitted, trying to hold back. He was seeing bright light and knew this was it. He was climaxing now, not later. "DAAVE!" he cried out, his seed coating his hand. Not even a few seconds later, Dave followed suit.

The blue-eyed boy panted, watching as his bandmate licked up the evidence of their escapade. "How...fuck. Fuck, you never fail, Grohl." He commented, just now feeling the after effects of Dave's seed in his butt.

"Love ya," Dave said with a wink, pulling his pants up. "Love ya too." Chris sighed, slumping down in the closet. He was breathless from the experience but loved it. He sighed as he watched Dave walk away and decided that cleaning could wait. For now, he needed rest.

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thegiantworld · 10 months

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Kane's Element - Chapter 1 (Revised)

(3rd person POV)

This was the day that everything changed for everyone. It didn't seem like a day out of the ordinary however. That was the odd part… A small town, a village, that sat in the middle of this thick forest terrain seemed to wake up like normal. Everyone was out doing their jobs. Some shopping amongst the tiny market, others at work or staying at home with their families. They didn't know it yet, but all that peace was about to pause for a brief second as something both scary and legendary was brought right to them…

(Aliyah's POV)

I jolted when I was ripped from my deep sleep, feeling a huge weight come crashing up and down on my bed. By this point, I didn't even need to open my eyes. I knew for a fact it was Mona.

"Aliyah!! Wake up!" a female voice called distantly above me as the jumping on my bed continued. I couldn't help but groan and roll over slowly, pulling the covers above my head in doing so. It was so bright… Why couldn't she just wait until I woke up on my own? Mona jumped onto the bed harshly, ripping the covers off of me quickly as she called again.

"Aliyah, get up! They found it, they found the monster!" she excitedly stated as she shook my shoulder with excitement. The monster? I opened my green eyes, blinking a few times as I came to process what I heard the small blonde teen say. I quickly sat up and looked at her. Her blue eyes met with mine and I could tell… Mona wouldn't lie about something like that. It was a taboo in our community to even mention this beast unless it was to warn someone or it was very important.

"Are you sure they found it..?" I asked, watching my friend jump off my bed as I stood up and started getting dressed. I didn't care that she was in the room, in all honesty. Mona has been my friend since as long as I could remember. There weren't many people in this town, everyone knew everyone.

"I saw it, Ali! It's real! We have to hurry, they are putting it in the holding cell below the center fountain." Mona explained as I quickly threw on a baby blue crop top, dark grey shorts, my usual black choker necklace, a dark blue skirt, my dark grey knee high socks, and my shin high boots. I nervously nodded and thought as I put my curly frizzy hair up in a bun with a baby blue bow headband, leaving some of my bangs down and to the side.

I wouldn't admit it, but I was terrified to go to the center fountain… This beast was one of legends in our village. One that looked half human but seemed very far from it. There used to be old tales of these creatures living in this forest. But they were harmless. In fact, they were rather peaceful with our ancestors in the old stories. But when I was taken in as a kid, that's when this beast started to make its presence known to us. But trust me, this was not a good presence… We've lost so many good people to said monster. No one's ever really seen it and lived to tell the tales. But the beast seemed to disappear from the forest completely when I was a young teen…

"C'mon already, Aliyah!!" Mona raised her voice, grabbing my hand which snapped me out of my deep thoughts. I had to almost catch myself from how hard she dragged me out of my room, then out of my house.

This forest, no one but the bravest hunters dared to enter. But I could see where everyone was gathering… The center fountain. Everyone in the town was buzzing, running around a crowd of people as Mona had pushed our way to the front of this crowd.

"Stand back!" A tall hefty man yelled at everyone in front of us. But all I could focus on was the chains I saw first. These silver chains wrapped around the tall hunter and another's wrists firmly. They pulled and fought against their grip. As my eyes followed up the chain from their wrists, however, they led to a metal collar, the other man's chains leading to handcuffs in front of this creature's midsection.

At first, I didn't even fully realize what I was looking at. A tall man, almost 8ft tall, with long black hair and miscolored eyes. He fought against the chains on his wrists every now and again, flinching with visible frusration. But I couldn't stop looking at his eyes. One blue, the other green. At the moment, they were angry, or maybe just annoyed, with those chains. But when those eyes locked with my own, I felt myself freeze and my body tense.

(Kane's POV)

Looking down at a small teenage girl, I tilted my head curiously slightly. What the hell was her deal? Everyone else was yelling or pointing, meanwhile this doll was just standing there and staring. Her big green eyes met with mine and I paused, blinking a few times before I was snapped out of my thought process when the human man holding the collar chain yanked it harshly, trying to get a fight out of me. So it's showmanship they want, huh? I felt myself hissed at him, almost like a cat, my full mouth of sharp teeth being shown to everyone in the crowd. I heard all the gasps and glanced over, seeing the girl from earlier take a step back before her eyes trailed down to my black snake-like tail.

But as I looked at the crowd, I saw a small toddler in the front row, clinging to a woman's long dress next to him who I assume was his mother. My body untensed a little slowly, realising how scared this child was.

"What the hell is it?" the lady yelled in question, her clutching onto her little toddler son. I felt both men holding the chains held them tighter as the tall one stepped forward.

"This is the monster. The beast we tell tales of. They say it is able to swallow people in one bite! This is the being we have lost people in our village to years ago!" He yelled, motioning towards me as I growled lowly in response. Just hearing him talk about my past actions made me nauseous…

(3rd person POV)

Hearing this, Aliyah rubbed one of her arms, letting go of Mona's hand.

"But he's so beautiful..." she quietly mumbled, causing Mona to look at her friend like she was crazy.

"How can you find that beautiful? It's a monster, Ali… It'd probably eat you if you got too close anyways." she shook her head and gestured to the tall being. Aliyah couldn't help but nod in agreement slightly, choosing to listen to her friend. It was probably for the best she did, at least for now.

"He would, wouldn't he? I guess you're right, Mona…" she sighed and looked at the creature one more time before they slowly left the crowd hand in hand once again.

Night soon fell, and with that, everyone left while the creature was put away in the underground cell in the town's center. But of course, Aliyah couldn't stop thinking about it as she sat on her bed with her legs crossed… He didn't seem that dangerous but then again, he was chained. She kept thinking about the way he looked at her with such curiosity. What would cause a monster to be curious of her?

(Aliyah's POV)

I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to go find him and see for herself. What if Mona and the town's people were wrong? I sighed and stood up from my bed, sneaking out of my room, out of my home, and into the town center quietly. I finally reached the holding cell, looking down through the bars of the cell door beneath her and once again, I saw him. The same creature from before. Only difference now, he was curled up in a corner, his long tail wrapped around him. From this distance, I could see that he was still chained by his neck, but this time the chain led to a metal plate on the stone wall.

"Hey... Psst..." I whispered, almost calling him like I would a cat. I had no clue if this creature could talk but I had to try to get his attention. Slowly, I decided to stick my arm through the bars, waving and continuing my calls.

"If you really think calling me like that is going to get you anywhere, I'll tell you right now that it's not… I am not an animal." a low gruff voice echoed from within the cell below me, startling me as it rang out. I froze and paused quietly, blinking as I pulled my arm out.

"You can talk?" I accidentally thought out loud, not realizing how dumb it sounded. The voice scoffed but before I could process that the sound I heard was the chains shifting, I realized the curled up figure was no longer in the corner. I panicked slightly, following the wall chain before suddenly seeing his freckled face pop up right in front of mine. He was right under the bars in front of me, causing me to quickly gasp and back up before looking down at him nervously. I saw him squinting at me slightly from this distance, seeming to be judging me silently.

"You're that girl who was staring at me earlier… Correct?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, dropping his squint. I nodded slightly after thinking before looking down at him closely. From here, I could really tell how tall he actually was. In fact... He almost seemed taller? Was that possible?

(Kane's POV)

"I-I didn't mean to stare. It was just your eyes... I've never seen someone with different colored eyes before." the girl mumbled, looking back down at me through the metal bars. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and scoffed once more. This doll really thought I was dumb, didn't she?

"I know why you were staring. Everyone in that crowd was too. I'm that monster you and this stupid little town fear, right? But then again… No one else was able to look me in the eyes…" I thought out loud, looking over her as I inspected her every move.

"Well, I'm not scared of you." she spoke up. I could tell she was holding her breath slightly after she realised what she just said to me. I raised an eyebrow at her before wrapping my tail suddenly around her arm, pulling it into the barred cell door to be in with me. Her body was dragged down against the cell bars, her face now inches away from my own. She yelped and that's when I noticed her start shaking, looking down at me with a scared expression when I smirked.

"Yeah... Really brave, huh?" I sarcastically stated, my tail letting her go slowly. The teen girl quickly pulled her arm out of the cell and held it close to her. To this, I rolled my eyes again before starting to move away from the door.

"Wait! Um... I-I don't think you deserve to be locked up. You don't seem like that monster everyone tells us about… You haven't tried to eat me yet, so... Doesn't that prove it?" she asked me as I turned back around to look up at her, our eyes locking once more.

"You have no idea what I am." I blankly stated, smirking a little as I went back to the corner like before, curling up in my own coils. She was playing the brave card, I knew that now. But I could tell she was just like everyone else in this village.

I heard her sigh from a distance. I glanced up, watching her look in another direction in thought before walking away. Seeing this, I just simply closed my eyes, thinking she finally got the hint to leave. But hearing a loud click and the cell door creaking open, I opened my eyes and lifted my head, looking up at the now open door. But I couldn't help but tilt my head slightly as I watched the human try to climb down. Was she this stupid to try to get into a barred cell with me?

From this, I could tell she didn't plan this through as she hung there, almost 6ft off the ground from the opening. But when I saw her start to drop down, I felt my heart skip a beat and my tail instinctively caught her and held onto her, wrapping around her. I blinked, not fully knowing why I did that… I felt her shaking slightly against my coils while I smirked a little, slowly letting her go and putting her on her feet. The girl looked up at me, her green eyes widen at the sight of me. From this short distance, I now could see how much smaller she really was. She had to be almost 3ft shorter…

"So what now?" I squinted, snapping out of my thoughts as I lowered my face down to her height.

"Now you're trapped in here with a monster." I smirked more, my tail flickering as my stomach growled loudly. There was no doubt she heard that growl however. But even if my instincts told me to eat her, I felt my mouth water, but she was my ticket out of this cell…

"I-I know! I-I just need to take that collar off..." she stuttered, pointing to the metal collar around my neck. Realizing she was right, I sighed and lowered down for her. Her arms nervously and cautiously wrapped around my neck as she felt around for the switch on the back of the collar.

"I never asked but... Do you have a name? Mine's Aliyah." she asked me quietly, seeming curious. I stayed quiet, however, before feeling the collar click and the metal collar snap off from around my neck. Aliyah. In the back of my mind, I thought of how pretty that name was. But this thought quickly was pushed back as I grabbed her with my tail and pulled us both up and out of the underground cell. But when we were out, I kept a tight hold of her, staring down at her from my height.

"U-Uh... What's wrong?" she asked nervously, obviously trying to show concern. But when I felt her start shaking, my mouth began to water again. I couldn't help it… I looked back down at her and smirked.

"My name's Kane, by the way. But like you really need to know that." I chuckled and licked her cheek. It was sweet… Almost like chocolate. It didn't help my hunger problem. All it did was make it worse in fact… I felt her struggle and whimpering against me.

"B-But I freed you!" Aliyah protested, trying to get free but it was no use. I had a tight grip on her, but not so tight that she couldn't breathe.

"Yes, but it is a long way back to my cave and I'm basically starved." I chuckled again and licked more. But then I felt and watched the small girl go limp in my tails grip. Tilting my head at this, I was honestly confused as I thought. Did she really pass out?

"Tsk.. Pathetic..." I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I slithered into the forest, leaving the area of her small town. But looking at her, she really was helpless, even before this. She's so small compared to me. So fragile… Thinking about that, I sighed and ran a hand through my long hair. Time to get this over with… Shifting my form, I expanded myself big enough that her small form was able to fit in my clawed hand when my tail passed her along. So small…

From this angle, I really saw how fragile she was. I could crush her in an instant if I really wanted to. But for some reason, my instincts told me otherwise. I licked her again rather gently, now covering most of her body in slick liquid. A soft purr came from my chest as I slipped her into my maw. I made sure to have her avoid my teeth before gently gulping her body down.

After I finally felt Aliyah make it to my stomach, I sighed in content and put a hand over her, starting my way home…

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1987vampire · 3 years

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Proxies x reader NSFW HCs

alot of these scenes will actually most likely end up in this story im writing lmao, so stick around if you want to see them fleshed out

Let's get the obvious beginner out of the way.

Toby is a tits man, Brian likes ass, and Tim is happy with whatever (he likes tits more he just doesn't want to be rude)

Now, let's start with Toby

Toby is the most submissive bottom you will meet in your life.

Has slipped a bit too far into subspace a few times, and you've had to stop immediately once you realized.

Motherfucker just wants to be dommed and dommed hard. Just tell him what to do, please.

Has the biggest fucking mommy kink (which contributes to his love for tits because the motherfucker will lavish those bitches like no other when given the chance)

Also has the biggest praise kink you will ever see. Has came embarrassingly fast because you called him your good boy.

99 percent of his knowledge of sex comes from porn so,, he's going to have to be retaught most everything.

Has definitely groped your tit too hard on multiple occasions because he thought it was the right thing to do.

Surprisingly good learner, though. Just wants to make you happy.

He's the best one for quickies out of all of them only because he cums extremely fast while still prioritizing you.

(He makes up for how fast he cums by how many times he can do it. Motherfucker will paint you white all over before his body gives out. Plus, his CIPA makes it to where he can't feel the burning in his legs as he fucks you for hours. Has literally kept going until his body gave out because you wanted him to.)

All the boys have very specific thoughts on oral. Toby will give or receive, whichever makes you happier, but when he's allowed to go down on you, it's like you're his last meal.

It's one of the only time's he'll disobey your commands because it doesn't matter if you've already came three times??? He's still eating, lady, shhh.

Tried to dom one (1) time. Not doing that again. Dude started crying half-way through because he thought he was hurting you and your feelings by ordering you around.

You had to pause and take a bath with him afterwards while he calmed down. He spent half the bath blubbering into your neck and apologizing more times than you could count.

Now, Brian is the exact opposite of Toby.

You asked to try and let him be the bottom a single time and he fucked you so hard you couldn't walk the next day.

A little shithead who loves blowjobs. Will give you head, but much prefers you on your knees with him stuffed so far in that he’s tapping the back of your throat and you’re gripping his thighs while he uses you for nothing more than his pleasure in the moment.

Will mix degradation in with praise like he's been doing it his entire life. Has given you whiplash multiple times because of it.

He's so loud, too. Toby is whiny and begs, but this dude is in your ear with low grunts and groans, his voice spilling the foulest words he can think of.

Has you seeing stars while mumbling into your neck shit like "your pretty little pussy's taking me so well - like you were built to be my cocksleeve. Just a cumslut who takes whatever I give you. Look at you, all fucked out of your mind, pretty little baby. Can't wait to paint your fuckin' insides. It's what whores like you deserve."

He's also the best at aftercare, though. You normally have to take care of Toby after, and Tim does jack shit unless needed.

Brian, though, has his dresser packed with shit to take care of you with after. Will bathe you, dress you, tell you little reassurances, make sure you're okay.

He's also best at knowing when to stop. He can sense your hesitation as if he's the one feeling it.

Because of his dirty mouth, he's had to break off sessions early a few times. The biggest was when you started crying halfway through him fucking you missionary, and not the kind of crying he liked (because let's be real, this motherfucker loves to see you cry and beg to cum.)

He had called you a whore a few too many times through the session, and you had taken it a bit too close to heart (it was something that hit a bit harder than needed since you were dating multiple men at once.)

He spent the whole night cuddling you and reassuring you that he didn't really mean it. He loved you, they all did, it was just for the roleplay. "Stop crying, pretty baby, we're okay. I'm not actually mad. Let me see a smile, c'mon, doll."

Also, let me mention that because y'all are so fucking loud, Tim has banged on the door quite a few times trying to get you to calm down.

Tim made the mistake of grumbling to himself during dinner one time in front of you and Brian that 'you're so fucking loud it sounds like you're recording a goddamn porno in there.'

If you hadn't been choking on your food so hard, you might have noticed the sly grin that crossed Brian's face, though it was brought back later when he ended up filming you quite a few times from that night. It wouldn't be posted anywhere - fuck that, you were theirs, and no one else's.

(he did accidentally share a video of you cumming to the group chat all four of you were in on accident while sending cute pictures of the two of you. The mortification of hearing your moans come through the speaker of Toby's phone while he stared at it dumbfounded was enough for you to not talk to Brian for a whole week. It didn't matter if they had seen you like that before, it was still embarrassing!)

(Brian didn't tell you that the other two - Tim especially - had been sent worse videos than that.)

SPEAKING OF TIM.

Let's get started with this man. Tim is the laziest motherfucker known to man but it is nice.

Really, he’s not lazy, he’s just tired a lot, and he doesn’t want to put the effort in the fuck you senseless when you’ve got two others for that.

He prefers sleepy fucking where you’re both half-out-of-it and breathless. He enjoys both of you on your sides with him spooning you, his hips moving just enough to give enough friction for the both of you to cum after a while. You can and will fall alseep right after with him still buried inside of you.

Speaking of, what’s the best way to get y’all’s sexual tension out while still being lazy (besides just making you ride him which he does very often) ? Cockwarming.

He won’t even just do it in bed when it’s the two of you. He’s shimmied his pants down just enough for his cock to slip out and pushed your panties aside (since you were only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear. I mean, what did you think would happen?) and made you sit on him in the middle of the living room while the other two were lounging around, too distracted to notice.

However, if someone does notice (Especially in the beginning because you were horrible at hiding your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing from understimulation) he would not hide it.

“H-hey, y/-y/n, what’s-sss-s with the f-fa-face?” Toby had asked innocently one night while you were all watching TV together. You knew Tim was smirking behind you as he lifted the hem of the big shirt just enough to let Toby know what was going on. Boy blushed so hard and covered his eyes, smacking his face harshly in the process, and Tim and Brian snickered (because of course Brian already knew.)

Cockwarming also means that the second you finally - finally - start fucking, it’s over for the two of you in less than a minute, your fingers clawing at him as you finally get your release after hours. (the longest he’s made the two of you wait was four hours because we’re watching Toby’s favorite movies, we can’t interrupt him, now can we, darlin’?’

He’s also a huge fan of facesitting. Not the biggest fan of receiving blowjobs only because it makes him feel too vulnerable, but he could have you sit on his face for hours and not complain, his hands gripping your ass tight enough to leave bruises as he laved his tongue over your clit over and over.

The only - only - times Tim has fucked you rough was when it wasn’t even really him. You had been half-asleep with your back to him one time as he rutted into you slowly when you suddenly felt yourself flipped so you were ass up with your face being pushed into the mattress, his hips jutting at a speed you didn’t know he could reach.

You didn’t even have to look back to know that Masky - his alter that didn’t show himself too often around you - had taken over.

During getting fucked that time by Masky, you ended up so deep in subspace, trying to please the man you didn’t get too see that often that you let him him rip orgasm after orgasm from you until you couldn’t think straight and you entered a space where all you felt was pleasure, and you couldn’t even see straight.

You were brought out of it by Tim pressing a cold rag to your forehead, whispering sweet nothings to you as he tried to get you to come to, apologizing profusely for letting it happen. You had just grinned and - though your voice was thoroughly fucked up from screaming - told him to let Masky know he could do that again any time. Tim had gotten so flustered that he walked out of the room for a few minutes.

Speaking of alters real quick.

Tim and Brian are the only ones to have them - Masky and Hoody respectfully, of course - and they come out around you very little. Hoody comes out more than Masky though, and you can tell the difference in how quiet Brian will get.

Hoody and Masky have fucked you both separately and together (so have Tim and Brian but we’ll get to that in a second)

Masky loves you ass and prefers to have you in doggystyle over anything while Brian’s love for blowjobs is only intensified in his alter who will have you gagging on him until you almost pass out. He’ll give you a moment to breathe in just a second, just hold on a little longer, okay?

Hoody is almost always silent besides grunts that let him communicate with Masky. This is apparent even when you’re not fucking, and the three of you have to teach yourselves how to decipher the man’s made up language.

Masky is quiet too, but will grumble to himself more than anything, calling you the worst name’s he can think of while he slams into you so hard that you don’t even have to move yourself to give Hoody a proper blowjob, his grip on your hips and force of his thrusts are enough to have you bouncing back and forth quickly.

It’s not like you could really move anyways, not when Masky’s picking you up by your thighs and holding your hips up as he plows into you.

They love spitroasting but have definitely done double penetration even if you complain that you’re not prepped. Who cares? You’re obviously ready for it, look at you already cumming even though they haven’t moved.

Now, as for threesomes and or foursomes

Nine times out of ten, Toby is too embarrassed to do anything in front of the other two. Maybe if you coax him enough, reassure him that nobody will judge, he might join in for the night, but it’s an incredibly rare occurrence. Watching Brian boss you around is enough to make him squirm. You were supposed to be in change, not him? But there you were with your tongue sticking out as you rolled your hips against Tim, ready to fit either of them in your mouth. The other can always take another hole.

Toby not wanting to join doesn’t really both the other two though, and though it’s still not as common to have a threesome compared to one on one, Tim and Brian are always ready to share. Especially when you look so pretty whining into the air as you take both of them at once.

You don’t mind if Brian takes a few photos, right? I mean, just look at you! This is a perfect moment to capture. Ignore the fact that you’re now Tim’s home screen, your pretty tits out in the open as his cock is buried inside of you, Brian’s hand gripping the flesh of your hip. Why wouldn’t he want to see it all the time?

The same applies to them as their alters. Spitroasting is their absolute favorite, though Tim prefers it if you ride him while you slobber all over Brian instead of him having to use his energy to fuck you into oblivion.

They love double penetration as well, but once they tried to fit both of them in your pussy instead of one in your ass and you came so hard that you passed out. It’s brought out on special occasions after a l o t of prep.

really, overall. you have a boy for whatever mood you're in and you're literally never horny because the second you mention it someone is on top of you.

#proxies x reader #masky x reader #hoody x reader #ticci toby x reader #proxies #creepypasta x reader #poly!proxies x reader

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bluecookies02 · 4 years

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When they make you cry

pairings: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Aizawa x Reader, Izuku x Reader, Tamaki x Reader

Tamaki, Bakugou and Hawks are in a female!reader perspective, the rest of them are Gender Neutral

warnings: angst to fluff

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Hawks will get cocky, laughing in your face when he sees your shocked expression.

Both of you were going at each others throats, spitting insults to one another, just your recent daily routine.

Now Hawks knew you were a tough gal, which in his head made it alright for him to strike a really painful nerve into your chest.

As you remained speechless he turned around, a winning smirk plastered on his lips.

Just as he took a few steps forward, sobs wrecked your body as you hid your face in your hands.

"I d-don't think I can take this anymore Keigo" your broken voice reached his ears.

A pang of guilt pierced his chest once he turned around to face you.

He did this. He made you cry. He completely drained your happiness out. He hurt you.

His teeth dug into his lip, his eyes stinging as tears picked at them.

At that point, he didn't give two shits about who's right and who's wrong, his arms reaching for you and wrapping themselves around your shaking form.

He held you there for a while, listening to your cries that gradually turned into soft sniffles against his chest.

"I-" He opens his mouth but his words remained stuck at his throat.

"I don't want us to end..." you mumbled, your own words throwing you into another sobbing fit.

"We won't end here kid, I've got you...shit...I'm a fucking idiot...of course we won't end sweetheart...c'mon look at me" he raised your chin up gently, looking into your red eyes.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry...not just for today, for every day before this, I-, God... don't leave kid, p-please"

You stared at his face, tears now streaming down his cheeks as his grip on you tightened.

You swallow the lump in your throat, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Something has to change Keigo...I miss you...we've been distant for months. Sometimes you don't even come home to me, do you know how that feels?"

"I know, I know, I swear... I miss you too. I'll tell you about everything I promise. Let's go home please."

You hesitantly nod, putting your heart on the line for the last time.

And now looking back, you're glad you did.

//quirk: flesh manipulation (the reader can manipulate the molecules in a person's flesh just by touching it, making them useful mid-battle to make the other heroes ready to fight again in a matter of seconds, but also making them a threat to their enemies )

If there was one thing he despised about you, it was your guts.

Hell curse him for falling in love with someone so stubborn.

To live through a relationship with Dabi meant that you had to have though skin. You had to be strong enough to bite your cheeks and endure the issues that people in regular relationships never face.

He enters your home, covered in bruises and cuts, asking for your first aid kit.

You sigh to yourself, your usual nagging and yelling never reaching his ears.

You place the first aid kit onto your bedside table, turning your back to him, tiredly walking out of the room.

"Hey-" his voice calls out to you, quiet and confused.

You close the door behind you, making your way to your couch.

One of these days it'll be the last time he walks into your home, the last time you help him clean his cuts and the last time you hear his voice.

The weight of uncertainty pulls at your chest harder with every passing day.

He chose to continue living like this, he is the one that keeps ruining his own life, it's his ambitions that are making you this miserable.

Once he patches himself up, he sits on your bed for a while. Your silance meaning one thing and one thing only. You finally realized how pointless being with him is, you finally got it through your thick skull that he's nothing special to dwell about.

Time passes by quickly, a few hours already gone yet he's still glued to the same spot, not having the strength to leave your room, too scared to face your rejection once he gets out.

He should be happy for you, you won't be hurting anymore, you'll be able to find someone better.

He slowly twists the knob, taking slow steps through your living room.

You are laying on your couch, tear stains on your face and a tissue crumbled in your hand.

His chest tightenes at the sight. You cried yourself to sleep. He wonders... how many times did you cry over him? How many times would you just lay here as he carelessly roamed the streets?

He should leave...he should spare you the pain he brings. You were the only good thing in his life and by continuing this he'll ruin you, piece by piece.

You showed nothing but kindness to him, you made him realize that some people are worth getting close to, you being a hero also making his resolves shake under his feet.

He stretched his arm out to your cheek, careful not to wake you up.

He left a soft kiss to your temple before leaving your house.

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You woke up to a persistent ring of your doorbell.

You felt terrible...your hair was a mess, your nose was all clogged up and your eyes burned from all the crying.

You opened your door with annoyance, mad at whoever decided to burst your sadness bubble.

"Hey doll, I would've let myself in but my hands are kinda busy"

Your boyfriend stood there with a backpack on his shoulder and a carton box in his hands.

"So...do you happen to have a room to spare for a year or two...maybe three?"

You stare in disbelief your hand covering your mouth.

"I know that me being a villain might be a setback but...I got some hair dye? I might even consider letting you fix my jigsaw face."

Your body crashed into his, the box dropping to the ground as you squeezed your arms around him.

Maybe he can make you as happy as you make him.

You knew he was rough around the edges, but you never even imagined that you would be the one his rage would be directed at.

As soon as insults came crashing your way you left the room.

You were just trying to calm him down, placing your hand on his shoulder as you urged him to stop shouting and just let it go.

His rough hands grabbed yours, throwing your hand away like you were a mere fly, his quirk burning your skin.

You tried calling out to him just for him to snap around and scream at you.

Once you reached your dorm tears freely rolled down your cheeks.

You yearned for a normal relationship, longed for some peace and quiet just for a week or two.

Yet you just couldn't let the blonde go, always hoping for some miracle to come your way and take ahold of his ego.

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It's around 2 am and he can't fall asleep for the hell of it.

You're not picking up his calls nor answering his texts and you've been inactive on social media for hours.

Kirishima has been urging him to go to your dorm for two hours already, spamming him massages about him not being manly enough to win you back.

It's not like he doesn't want to, he just has no idea how to. Should he get you something? Get you some food and flowers? Where the fuck can he find all these things at 2 am? Isn't that how people in movies apologize or something...

He hates when you're mad at him, he is scared shitless of actually scaring you off and pushing you away.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts and a small flame of hope warms your heart for a split second as you make your way to your door.

He's holding a gray hoodie and a pair of bento boxes.

"That's not gonna fix it Katsuki."

"I know shitty woman you didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

You're sure that that's the first time Bakugou said the word "sorry" in his whole life.

The way it rolled off his tongue was shaky but somewhat determined, his hand grabbing ahold of yours gently.

Guilt was evident on his face as he stroked the bandages covering your hands.

"It's not that bad Katsu, and I understand that it was an accident." you mumbled trying to pull from his grip so he can focus on something else.

He grabbed ahold of your wrists, bringing your palms to his lips.

"I'll work on it, I promise. It'll never happen again. I mean it." you just give a soft nod, leading him to the table.

"Good. Now let's eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" you cheered, opening the bentos and stuffing your mouth with rice.

"Y/N...it's 4 am."

"Exactly, now eat, you're not gonna let me eat all of this by myself?!"

For this man, it was close to impossible to make his s/o cry.

He cherishes the relationship he has with you, making you feel special every single day at a time.

So when he sees you crying, he's confused and alarmed.

He reaches for you, trying his best to give you the comfort he thinks you need.

When you push his hands away and scream at him...Oh boy...

He's terrified.

Did he do something? Did he forget your anniversary? Your birthday? Did he eat your snack from the fridge??

You're pulling at the strands of your hair, your head buried into your knees as you sob.

He looks around, eyes widening when he sees a photo of himself and some girl kissing on the screen of your phone.

He wasn't there? He has proof! He was in a meeting! All of his colleagues could confirm that, he just needs you to listen! Please listen to him.

He's talking...blabbering...begging for you to just look at him.

As soon as you look up for a split second, he's hugging you, smothering your face in kisses as you weakly try to push him away.

Finally he leans his forehead against yours, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realizes that you're not crying anymore.

"Please Shouta, please, if you even have any respect for me, don't lie to me." you mumble out coldly, turning your head from him.

"Y/N, I would never, ever do that to you! Never! I love you so much, please, you have to know that, you do know that!"

You're too stubborn, but he calls all of his colleges one by one, putting them on speaker for you, asking about the time of the meeting or details of the meeting and they all have the same answer.

So now, your throat is dry and there's a lump in your throat, guilt eating at you as you try to apologize.

He couldn't give two shits about any of that, all he has to know is that you're okay and that you're still his.

He's not letting you go for the rest of the day, you're wrapped under the blankets with him as he makes sure you never believe the bullshit you see online.

"Sweetheart if I ever cheat on you, that's the day I cut my own dick off and bleed to death."

It makes you giggle and then laugh hysterically and he's just looking at you with the biggest heart eyes 🥺

Izuku would never do anything to make you cry.

He pays attention to every single detail in your relationship and he especially pays attention to your feelings.

What he is really bad at, is taking care of himself.

He doesn't take in consideration how you feel when he comes home all stitched up and tired, or how he stays up late to train and push himself further than his body can take.

However one day, he is exhausted from his training and he barely has any strength left. His phone rings and he is rushing out the door, already panting.

You don't reach him in time to stop him, so here you are, hours later next to his hospital bed.

The villain wasn't too powerful, but his state caused him to pass out in the middle of the bettle field.

As soon as he wakes up, you're yelling at him, but at the same time sobbing against his chest.

"I can't just stand here and watch you hurt yourself Zuku... I can't, I can't, I can't....O-one of these days you're just gonna slip away from my hands, I can't. Please" You're grip on him softens as you loose the strength in your hands.

His arms wrap themselves around you, trying his best not to flinch as you rub against his bandages.

His eyes are watering, realization dawning on him as he holds your tired body against him.

You're right...He sees the state of himself after a lowlife villain with a pathetic quirk sent him into the hospital. He doesn't even want to think about what would've happened if there was someone much stronger out there.

"Hey Y/N...I-...I might take a week off, to rest yeah? Does that sound good?"

You nod, wiping away the tears as you sniffle.

"And you won't be training at night anymore. And you won't be staying up late!" you scold as he rubs your cheeks.

"I won't. I promise." he places a kiss at your temple, pulling you onto the hospital bed next to him.

"Let's sleep for a bit yeah? I might owe you a few hours..."

You're crying, he's crying.

He's down on one knee and he's stuttering, his hands shaking as he hears you cry out a happy "Yes".

He barely gets the ring on your finger, burying his head into your neck as soon as he gets to his feet.

You always thought that he was going to propose to you at home, maybe some homecooked dinner with roses and candles. You didn't mind that option either.

You were surprised that he even suggested a walk in the park.

I mean, it was a really small park with little to no people in the area but it was beautiful nonetheless.

You're all giddy and happy as he takes your hand in his, his eyes always glancing at the ring on your finger.

Once you spot an ice cream stand you leap in happiness, rushing to get ice cream for the both of you.

The lady selling it smiles brightly at you.

"Is that the lucky guy?" you nod grabbing your icecream as Tamaki hides behind you.

"Good job sweetheart, you're making this lady very happy, I can feel it in my old bones" you laugh at her remark as you nudge Tamaki forward.

She hands him his ice cream and winks at him.

He's blushing and thanking the lady before running off to an empty bench.

”He’s a lil’ shy but he's got the spirit” you say to the lady as you rush off to get him.

You take the time to really study the ring, the beautiful blue crystal shining in the sun.

”I...I hope you l-like it...Nejire helped me out. Uhm I probably shouldn't have said that...S-she-"

"I like it Tama...I love it actually" you place a gentle kiss just at the corner of his lips, his hands grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply in return.

His cheeks are warm and his lips are slow against yours but you melt against him, letting him place you in his lap.

"Oh my God, I have a fiancé, oh my God, I have to call Mirio and tell him you said yes. You said yes, right?"

You laugh as you shake your head at him, playing with his hair as he fumbles with his phone.

All of the pictures are from the original anime/manga (please do correct me if I'm wrong in the comments below)

The Tamaki one has no angst in it because I had to heal from all of the emotional rollercosters.

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

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This is still just a half formed thought but @pebblesrus got me thinking bout The Pool Scene and Eliot viewing his body/safety as something to physically exchange for that of others, combined with the commentary about how Eliot was counting the seconds Hardison was without air, like

There's still the thrum of angry tension stretching out from Hardison between them through the night, during Flores's call, on the way in and through the airport... Eliot isn't avoiding Hardison's angry gaze, but he's not seeking it out either. It burns under his skin, a hot coil of discomfort and the sinking sensation of having ruined something unless he manages to make things even.

At some point midflight, Hardison gets up to pace near the bar (because it might have been last minute, but he's NOT gonna make the team fly coach - even though he's still upset with Eliot and may have thought about it for a minute). Eliot follows a few seconds later and catches Hardison on the way back, quickly shoving him into the small lavatory and locking the door behind them.

"Man! What the hell! If you don't get your hands off me, I-"

"One minute, nineteen seconds." Hardison stops flailing against Eliot's grip around his wrists and just... stares, incredulous.

"...what?"

"You were without air for one minute, nineteen seconds."

"...you were counting." It feels a little like a question, although it isn't. Not really. Eliot's grim expression softens often imperceptibly. Hardison would've missed it if they weren't crammed so tightly in the small bathroom. Eliot answers the non-question anyway, voice uncharacteristically gentle.

"Course I was."

Hardison tumbles that around in his head for a bit. Of course Eliot was counting. Probably to know when it was too dangerous anymore to stay in character. Hardison knows how important it was to gain Moreau's trust at the time. In his head, he knows that. Knew it, even then. He was just... so afraid, at almost drowning, and angry at the secrets Eliot was keeping... but he was counting. He would've gone in for him, if he needed. Blown the whole damn thing.

Yeah the situation just sucked all the way around, sure, and yeah Alec's still a little pissed - why wouldn't he be! He's got the right! - but Eliot was counting. That means even though he'd had to put Hardison's life at risk, he was willing to risk even more - his own safety, the entire con - to pull him back out if needed. That was something, right? That was still-

-Hardison's too busy turning the pieces around in his own head to notice Eliot shifting his grip from Hardison's wrists to his hands. Tugging them closer. Pulling them up.

Alec snaps back to the present when his fingertips graze the warm, flushed skin of Eliot's neck.

"What-"

"One minute, nineteen seconds." Eliot suddenly presses Hardison's hands tight around his throat, guiding his thumbs to the appropriate hollows beneath his jaw.

"You... you can't be fucking serious!"

He tries to pull away, but Eliot's grip holds fast.

"Damnit Hardison," his growl comes rough, grating, as he puts pressure on his own windpipe through Hardison's palm. "You were right! Okay? I risked your life. For one minute and nineteen seconds. So that's what you get. Just... just do it, man! Get it over with, then we're even!"

"Even-... man, do you not realize how fucked up this is? I'm not... I'm not doing this!"

With a growl, Eliot tears his hands away from Hardison's, and Alec snatches his newly freed palms back to his chest. Eliot clearly wants to pace, but can't in the cramped room, so he settles with carding his fingers through his hair.

"Then what the fuck else do you want from me, man!" His voice already sounds ragged, even with how short of a time Hardison (or rather, Eliot by way of Hardison) was pressing around his throat.

"I just wanted you to be honest with us! With me!" Hardison slumps back against the far wall, anxiously rubbing his jaw as he tries to find the words. "Alright, look, I get it, what you had to do at the pool. I do. That doesn't mean my being upset about it is just gonna... go away!"

"I know that!"

Hardison flinches as Eliot slams his fist against the side wall. He knows the strike wasn't meant to be pointedly 'at' him, that in such a small space there's not a whole lot of room to safely lash out in when feeling cornered, but it was still too close to him for comfort. Eliot clocks the flinch, and for a moment the frustration on his face morphs into a clear expression of the guilt he's been masking since the pool.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't... fuck, I'm sorry," he pulls away, shrinking in on himself like he does on the grift, trying to consciously make himself seem smaller. "I just... I just don't want to have ruined us, man. Whatever is we've got... you and me, this team... I just wanna fix what I broke. I want us to be good."

"We are good, man," Hardison cautiously steps forward. He thinks to put a hand on Eliot's shoulder, but that's too close to his throat at the moment, so he goes for the outside of his arm instead. "You don't gotta... let me hurt you to make things even. That's... I don't know where the hell you learned that, but I don't like it. I'm not gonna do it. You just... you just gotta let me feel my feelings for a bit, okay? We'll get Moreau, and that'll feel fucking great, and have a little party, and everything will be fine. "

Eliot looks up at him and the ragged, raw desperation in his gaze about knocks Hardison back against the wall.

"...that's it?" Eliot's almost laughing, with a dry sarcastic bite behind his tone that makes him sound unhinged... well, more unhinged than usual. Although, he did just ask Hardison to choke him, so Alec figures we're not exactly working with the usual state of mind here.

"It's that easy, huh? You just... say we're good, and we're good?"

"Uh, yeah." Hardison shakes his head, tightening and loosening his grip on Eliot's arm in what he hopes is a soothing pattern. "That's how normal feelings work when somebody you care about pisses you off. You talk your shit out, it hurts for a bit while it heals up, then you're good. I don't know who fucking taught you you had to pay for-"

Oh. Oh but then it hits him. The dots finish connecting and he's looking down at Eliot, who's been strung tight and volatile as a clumsily stripped live wire ever since they closed in on Moreau, and in that moment Alec knows who taught him that.

He steps in close, carefully taking the back of Eliot's neck in a gentle grip, and ducks slightly to even out their gazes. Eliot’s whole body is tensed so hard he's almost shaking with it, but his eyes start to lose their sharp edge with Hardison's easy hold.

"I need you to hear me, Eliot. If I say we're good? Then we're good. No strings attached, no games, no doing any 'favors' for me first to prove any kind of loyalty or whatever. You know I don't play that shit. Yeah? You hearing me, man?"

Eliot's body starts to lose a bit of it's tension. A hesitant nod starts, but stops early. Hardison's seen Parker do that before, when she's too nervous to fully commit to a new idea even if she wants to, so he softens his tone and backs up a bit like he does with her.

"You hear me, babe?"

"I hear you," the reply is soft, almost embarrassed, and Eliot's eyes dart away. Hardison let's him go, indulging the gruff 'pretending to shake off the touch' Eliot does a second too late to be any kind of believable, and respectfully ignores the clearing of his throat and wiping at his eyes.

"We, uh..." Eliot turns to the door, fidgeting with the handle for a moment. "So, we'll talk. In San Lorenzo. When it's done?"

"When it's done."

Affirmation granted, Eliot darts out of the room. Hardison takes a few more minutes. Washes his face. Processes all the data thrown at him in the past few minutes as much as he can before filing it away for later. For 'when it's done.'

BONUS:

I feel like later, when they have their actual talk and Moreau is dealt with and both parties are a little more calm about it, Eliot is still like okay, I hear you, I understand that you don't need this to feel like we're square... but I do. Please.

And this time, knowing a little more of the whole story, Hardison is more comfortable accepting that like you know what, okay. If this is what you need, now that we've talked it out in a much less charged scenario and I can trust that you're in (more of) your right mind about this, okay. So long as you know I don't need this, that this is for you, and that if you need to stop early you swear you'll tell me.

Eliot probably rolls his eyes a bit at that like c'mon not even a full two minutes of getting choked out? He's had to go [absurd amount of time] without air in [equally absurd situation] in [obscure country], he'll be fine.

So Hardison sets a timer, and gently presses Eliot up against a wall, hands wrapping round his throat, Eliot's hands around his wrists - the deal is that he holds on for as long as he's good, if he let's go then so does Hardison - and he starts pressing in.

The whole scene is far softer and more intimate than either of them expected. They keep crazy intense but somehow still gentle eye contact almost the entire way through - the only exception being when Eliot's eyelids start to flutter a bit near the end, his grip loosening but not letting go - and when the time's up Eliot almost doesn't want Hardison to let go. He didn't even know that was a Thing for him. It had never been like that before, and like he said it's hardly his first time being choked... but something about trusting Hardison with that level of control... it makes him realize he maybe likes it a little too much. Putting his actual life in Hardison's hands in such a very physical, tangible way.

It kind of scares him, to be honest, how easily he'd be willing to let him do it again. And thinking about Hardison always leads to thinking about Parker, and thinking about Parker always leads to thinking about Parker's hands, and he realizes that he'd even trust "I hang off buildings by my fingertips" hand strength Parker to do it too... maybe even gets excited at the idea of it...

...and realizes he's well and truly screwed.

#eliot spencer #alec hardison #eliot spencer x alec hardison #precursor to the #leverage ot3 #Moreau's mindfuckery

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