#if you use the word for yourself (particularly when venting) good for you but i see like. anime blogs that are dedicated to like

[lick-me-lennon22]

How they'd comfort you after you've been betrayed by your friends

(requested by anon, who's recently experienced something that would be difficult for anyone to cope with 💘 I hope I'm able to provide you with some comfort during this rough time 💕)

John

when you share this news with John, he reacts with a mix of empathy and righteous indignation

he is gutted for you and vengeful, channeling his protective instincts and offering to confront the betrayers on your behalf

he recommends some of the outlets he uses to handle his anger (most of them aren't exactly healthy, but he means well)

he suggests writing a song together as a form of catharsis, spouting silly lyrics full of jabs at your "friends"

John would plan a date and take you out to the pictures to see a nice feel-good film

he records your favorite songs and some affirmations (as well as a few silly jokes) on cassette for you to listen to on particularly rough days

You know what? Screw 'em. You're too good for that kind of nonsense. You're a gem and anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve a spot in your life. It's their loss - not yours. Those so-called mates don't know what they're missing. And if you need me to kick some arse on your behalf, just say the word.

Paul

when you explain what's happened, Paul invites you to vent your frustrations over a few drinks or a cuppa

he adopts a gentle and reassuring tone, validating your emotions and reminding you of your strengths

he reassures you that what happened isn't your fault and that you've done nothing wrong

Paul would offer to arrange a small gathering or cozy night in with some friends and the other lads, complete with homemade food and lighthearted conversation

You invested a lot of trust and time in those relationships and you don't deserve to be hurt in such a way. It's beyond me how people can be so cruel, especially to someone as wonderful as you.True love, true friendship, they're built on a foundation of honesty and respect. Chin up, my dear. You're a beautiful soul with so much to offer. They're missing out on something truly special.

George

after you divulge what you've just been through, George shows you to a secluded spot - one where he often meditates - so you can vent in the privacy of nature and without feeling judged

has to tamp down his own frustration on your behalf - he knows people can be pretty unreliable, and he wants to guide you towards growth instead of resentment

he offers a reflective and philosophical perspective, telling you to have patience with yourself and set boundaries that honor your worth

he reminds you that sometimes these painful experiences can serve as catalysts for profound growth and self-discovery, and that karma has a way of taking care of things

George suggests exploring creative outlets and introduces you to some literature that will foster healing and help you take on a different perspective

Betrayal cuts deep, but it also reveals the true nature of those around us. You're not defined by the actions of others. The right people will be drawn to your radiance, and you're better off without that drama in your life. Trust that the universe has a way of aligning things in your favor and know that you're worthy of nothing less than genuine, unconditional love.

Ringo

as you vent your frustrations to Ringo, he offers a listening ear and shoulder to lean on without judgement

he provides constant reassurance and reminders of your worth and strength, making sure you know that the behavior of your "friends" says a lot more about them than it does about you

he tells you to focus on the present moment and emphasizes the importance relationship of self-care when it comes to healing

he'll lend his help with practical support such as running errands and helping with daily tasks, allowing you space to recover and take time for yourself

Ringo would suggest a spontaneous day trip or adventure to lift your spirits and create new memories

I know you've had a bit of a rough go lately, but you've got me to lean on. And I'm here to listen, to comfort, to support you in any way I can. You're strong, you're resilient, and you've got a whole lot of love to give. Rise above it - keep shining your light. Life's too short to give those pricks any more of your time. You're a treasure, love, and don't you forget it.

#the beatles #beatles #beatles x reader #beatles imagines #john lennon #john lennon x reader #john lennon imagines #paul mccartney x reader #paul mccartney imagines #paul mccartney #george harrison x reader #george harrison imagines #george harrison #ringo starr x reader #ringo starr #ringo starr imagines #richard starkey #headcanons #LMLBeatles

[dilfsfordinner]

a/n- nanami has always been my favorite jjk man but BRO, he was something else in the new episode, they were definitely animating with one hand

warnings- doggy pos

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“just.. just stay still,” nanami’s voice rasped against the shell of your ear, his muscly thighs slamming into the backs of your own, your spine pressed down into an impossible arch by his large hands, all tenderness flying out the window, a stark contrast to the usual sweet, love-making the two of you would have.

“why won’t you tell me what’s wro- mmhp!” your words were cut off by a particularly rough snap of his hips, his thick cock jamming against your cervix, releasing a barrel of electricity to shoot through your muscles. he was never usually like this, always making sure to treat you with the utmost respect and care, his actions and words tied by a boundary of love, never crossing into rough waters, said boundary apparently not strong enough to withstand an irritant, something causing his brain to turn muddled, his lack of speaking and animalistic thrusts just more proof along with the pure anger radiating off of him.

strong legs bracketed your lower half, his tall frame towering over you even while kneeling, his chest snug against your back as the top of your skull fit directly under the dip of his collarbones. nanami hadn’t really said anything since he’d gotten home, the only form of communication he deigned to use being grunts and huffs of pleasure.

you’d barely even had time to greet him when he’d opened the front door of your shared home, loud footsteps trudging toward you before grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder, your worried questions doing nothing to quell his anger or silent treatment, his only apparent goal being to get you to the bedroom. and that’s how you found yourself being stripped bare and fucked in such a humiliating pose, his long fingers fisting the headboard, white knuckles so tight you swore you could hear the wood splintering.

you were like medicine to him, your doting personality so sweet whenever he needed someone to vent to. not only was your character comforting, but your body too, sex being another way for him to let out his anger which you knew and you let him, not stopping him from plowing your cunt raw, just to get whatever was eating at him out.

“i- just let me have you… please,” he practically begged in the crook of your neck, lips ghosting your flushed skin as he continued to push in and out of you, clearly not ready to talk about whatever had pissed him off. taking his request to heart, you nuzzled your ass back into his hips, your cunt squeezing him as if in answer to his plea, to use you however he wanted. nanami groaned at this, one hand coming down to hold your waist, pulling you back onto his cock languidly, the two of you lost in each other as you let your bodies do the talking.

he leaned down to leave kisses along the top of your spine and shoulders, your pants higher-pitched from the stretch and burn of his cock, that renowned gentle character returning even while he was fucking you like an animal, still concerned over your comfort no matter how troubled he was mentally. “you’re too good to me,” he murmured into your hair, hips lazily rolling against your ass, your bodies pressed so close you actually felt the way goosebumps riddled his skin, and how rapid his heartbeat was against your back.

yes, you loved when he didn’t hold back with you, when he was rough and manhandled you into whatever position he could think of, but there was something about his kind-hearted, gentle persona that could never be topped, even if getting bent in half did feel incredibly good.

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#since day one #nanami kento smut #jjk x fem!reader #nanami smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jjk shibuya arc #nanamin

[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Bondage, Fingering. Finger sucking. Degradation. Daddy kink. Dom!Scara.

Everyone, good luck with your pulls later❤️ Thank you all for sticking with me.

Whenever Scaramouche was particularly frustrated, whether it be his underlings fucking up, or mission reports he'd procrastinated were piling up, he liked to tie you up use you to vent his frustrations.

There was something in particular that he wanted to hear. It had slipped out of your mouth one night when he was impaling you on his cock, and he was driven to hear it again.

His beautiful fingers were utterly worshipping your pussy, dragging between your drooling folds, teasing and rubbing your clit before thrusting them at various paces inside of you.

The Inazuma silk rubbed against your wrists, your hips bucking and grinding needily into his fingers as your orgasm built up, the pitch of your moans rising the closer you got to cumming.

Scaramouche could tell you were struggling to form words, making him laugh as he curled and hooked his fingers into your sweet spot. "What does my pretty slut want?" He purred, his cock throbbing at the way you mewled when he withdrew his fingers, "use your words and tell me, whore."

He gave your throbbing clit a wet flick with his index fingers, making you cry out as your walls clenched around nothing. "I want to cum, please," You pleaded, looking at him with desperate, watery eyes.

"Hmm?" Any cries to cum would be ignored until you said what he wanted to hear. "You know what happens to good girls who are disobedient?" He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking as he imbued Electro on his fingers.

The strong hum of Electro on your clit as he smacked it sent of burst of pleasure through your body so strong that it was overwhelming. A new coat of juices gathered on your cunt from the rough treatment. "They.. they get punished," You whimpered, your body twitching as he rubbed and pinched your clit, his Electro making your legs shake.

Scaramouche scooped your slick onto his fingers and pushed them into your mouth. "That's right, you pathetic whore," He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth, pushing them into the back of your throat. "Tell me what I want to hear and maybe I'll let you cum."

You coughed, gagging on his fingers as you sucked. You tasted yourself on his fingers as your tongue lapped and curled worshipping around them. The way your eyes melted into a look of further adoration when he degraded you made his cock ache more with arousal.

A string of saliva connected his fingers with your tongue as he took them out of your mouth. He tilted your head up, his other hand dipping down to pinch and play with your clit to tempt you to speak.

He practically saw you shatter as he used Electro on your clit again. "Daddy!" You cried out, hearing him groan as his cock throbbed. "I want to cum, Daddy!" He licked his lips, watching you spread your legs submissively for him, your cunt puffy and weeping.

"Good girl," Scaramouche moaned, holding your legs apart with his hands gripping your thighs as he pushed his cock inside of you. You immediately clenched around his cock when he praised you. "Always so tight for me."

Each thrust made pleasure burst white hot inside of you, mewls and moans serving to further drive him to bully his cock deeper inside of you. The way you submissively rocked your hips up to meet his thrusts as his cock squelched in and out of your cunt sent him reeling.

"Does my kitten want Daddy to cum inside?" He moaned, his thumb rubbing your clit as he drank in how delicate and helpless you looked tied up while he was fucking you.

The only thing you could do was moan and whimper shamelessly, failing to form coherent words as you creamed on his cock. You twitched and writhed, your release coating his cock as your eyes rolled in the back of your head. "Please..please cum inside, Daddy," You managed to say, your mind hazy in a state of fucked out bliss.

Scaramouche grasped your chin and captured your lips in a dominant, rough kiss. You moaned into his mouth, opening yours for his tongue. His thrusts turned sloppy, his body quaking with pleasure as his cock pulsed cum inside of you.

He spent a few long minutes fucking his cock into you to see you squirm and whimper from overstimulation before he pulled out. His frustration was utterly spent from his body.

He scooped some cum that leaked out from your cunt onto his finger and pushed it in your mouth.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #tw daddy kink

[bratphilia]

── ★ ˙ slice of heaven ̟ !!

pairing ✧.*‎‎ leon s. kennedy x reader

cw ✧.*‎‎ reader is of age, hyperfem, afab!reader, real dad!leon, incest, age difference, oral sex (f receiving)

taglist ✧.*‎‎  @gilfhub @iwantyouinacage @d10nyx @leonspup @snowzbun

synopsis ✧.*‎ your dad comes home from his mission without your mom there for him to go bother.

the sound of the door shutting and a sigh ringing out from the lower level of the house was your cue to get up from bed and close the door to your room. your dad was called into another mission, having to fly out from the town you and your family resided in, to san francisco in order to carry it out. your dad never confided in you about his missions. you just were never close. polar opposites, really. when he wanted to teach you to use a gun, you were more interested in learning how to braid your own hair. it’s not like the two of you didn’t like each other or anything — you got along just fine — it was just something about him that always put you off.

for starters, he isn’t funny. not in the slightest. and the problem with that? he’s a wisecracking-dad-joking-machine. it’s annoying as fuck, the amount of times your eyes can roll until he gets the message. then there’s the part where you’re just not interested in his line of work. something he always wished for in his offspring — someone to take after him, take a liking to serving justice, and that just wasn’t you.

anyways, you always try to avoid your dad.

post-mission. he’s tired, in a pissy mood, fucking horny, and you want no part in that whatsoever. you can hear the bed rocking from downstairs sometimes after a particularly rough work trip, and it’s disturbing to be quite honest. sometimes, the shit he says travels through the vents, words such as “such a good fuckin’ pussy” and “gonna cum buried inside you” and other disgusting utterings you would rather not think about at this current moment. not unless you felt like puking your guts out.

however, this time is unique. your mom is away on a business trip herself. no, not something related to a viral infection, but something a lot more mellow — it’s still important, though. it’s rare that you have the house to yourself for days at a time, but you’ve enjoyed the excuse to do nothing, keeping a promise to leave the house in one piece.

so naturally, your dad is stumbling around downstairs. the telltale sound of the fridge opening and closing, most likely grabbing a beer bottle. you can hear him muttering curses to himself through the thin walls before he flicks on the television, drowning down everything. this is usually the part where you put a vinyl in on your record player and ignore the outside world around you, but you’re interrupted by your dad calling out your mom’s name.

“where the hell are ya?” he calls out once again.

it’s pissing you off. did he forget? you want to call back to him, tell him she still isn’t here, but a wiser person wouldn't disturb him. you did not want to draw any attention to yourself whatsoever. however, the worst case scenario comes true: you can hear footsteps up the stairs. you pray he’s using the bathroom, or going to the guest bedroom, or—

a knock resounds on your door. you bite back a sigh and get up to open it. you’re met with your dad, beer bottle in hand and supporting his weight on his right leg. the smell of alcohol overpowers the natural scent of vanilla your room seems to produce. he clears his throat. “hey kiddo, what’cha doing?”

“nothing,” you say, hoping the frown on your face conveys the message that he should not be still calling you ‘kiddo’ at your big age.

he mockingly pouts. “don’t look so down, kid. dad’s just teasing ya.”

“right,” you say, unamused. “i heard you calling out for mom. she’s still not back from her trip, y’know.”

your dad brushes past you to sit on your bed. he runs a hand through his hair. “right. okay.” he sounds thoroughly disappointed. he sets the beer bottle down on your nightstand, much to your chagrin. he pats a spot next to him on the bed, “c’mere.”

you sit next to him, hugging your knees to your chest and resting your chin on the joints. “how was it? staying home for a ‘lil while?”

“it was fine,” you say, keeping your answer short with disinterest.

“yeah? do anything fun?”

“no.”

"jeez, tough crowd,” he chuckles. you roll your eyes but keep yourself from talking back.

he sighs and nudges you with his arm. “hey, kid, why don’t we get along like we used to?”

“probably because you still call me ‘kid’ while i’m literally an adult,” you deadpan.

“ha-ha. fine, i’ll stop.”

you stubbornly don’t say anything back. he sighs again. “i’m sorry i give you a hard time and stuff. i’m just trying to mess around with you; don’t mean anything by it. i miss being close to you.”

“when have we ever been close?” you huff with a roll of your eyes.

“you kiddin’ me?” he says, not accusatory or anything, with a smile, actually. “remember when we would play baseball outside? or when i would give you piggyback rides n’ run up n’ down the stairs? what about all those batches of cookies we would make?”

“we did all that stuff when i was little,” you grumble. “i’ve changed.”

“right. that was before hello kitty n’ the gang came in your life and took my spot,” he chuckles, grabbing your my melody plush laying on your bed and flipping it over, running his hand over the soft fur absentmindedly. “we could still do that stuff together, y’know.”

“i don’t want to do that stuff,” you say finally.

“what? you like baking cookies, ‘s perfect for this whole coquette thing you got goin’ on,” he says.

you cringe at his use of the word. he’s too old to be using coquette in that context. where did he even learn that? he takes your pout in, your gaze fixed on the ground, and shakes his head. “c’mon, i’m trying here.”

“i can tell,” you grumble bitterly.

he soothes a hand on your back, plays with your hair ‘til it sweeps over the left side of your head, leans close to plant a kiss to your forehead. his arm stays slung over your shoulders. “gimme a break, you little monster.” you can’t help but smile and lean into his touch. when was the last time he held you like this?

then he ruins it when his hand runs down the small of your back and lingers there even when he pulls away to look at you. the way he looks at you is different. it instantly fades your smile, you can’t quite put your finger on what’s weird about it, though. “dad?”

“yes, baby?” he coos, blindly reaches for his beer and takes a long sip. he wipes his mouth with his sleeve when he sets it back down. you shake your head. “you’re so grown up, look just like your mom.”

oh. “in what way?” you hear yourself asking before you can stop yourself. the smile that overtakes leon runs a shiver down your spine.

“c’mere,” he holds his arms out again for you and you hesitantly, stupidly accept his embrace. his hands instantly go to the hem of your babydoll top and reveal your chest to him. you yelp in surprise, but before your arms can cover yourself he grasps them. he lets you go of your wrists, but he’s quicker to grip onto your bare breasts.

“mmm, no bra, sweetheart?” he comments but you’re too shocked to respond. shocked he even laid a hand on you.

he gropes your boobs, the calloused palms of his hands rub deliciously on your sensitive nipples. you’re sick in the head, you decide, absolutely mentally ill, for liking the way your dad is touching you right now. you hum uncontrollably, back twitching sensitively, anything to get away from his grip on you. your dad’s face is one of a kid’s in a candy store. all marveled at everything in front of him.

his thumbs reach out to tease your nipples. they run over the pointed skin and the noises that escape your mouth are absolutely pathetic. “this,” your dad says, “is what i mean.”

“dad,” you sniffle. “dad, stop. this is so wrong.” your hands grab at his wrists but you don’t have it in you to do anything with them. all you do is shut your eyes and let tears water them, hoping he’ll get the message and just stop.

“come on, baby,” you open your eyes and see your dad’s stupid pout. “won’t you let daddy touch his babygirl? i’ll be so gentle. just want us both to feel closer for a few minutes.”

you feel your stomach curl at his phrasing. was this what he had in mind this whole time? it makes you sick. you want to double over and throw up at his shoes right now, and maybe that will get him out of your room for the rest of the night.

“daddy,” you try to speak his language but it only makes things worse as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales deeply. “stop, please.”

“c’mon, baby, lemme make you feel good,” he leans up to whisper in your ear. another shiver shoots down your spine and you wordlessly soften at his touch, your permission for him to continue. the truth is, nothing else can settle the ache between your legs that he started by putting his hands on you.

he settles you back onto the bed so that you laying down, both arms wrapped around you so lovingly. all the while he’s pressing kisses to every inch of flesh he can reach. “let’s get these off, ‘kay?” he mutters, hands tugging at the hem of your flimsy shorts. it’s the cute, waffle-knit white pair, with a pretty pink bow in the middle. he slides the material down your legs and you help him by kicking them off. you also take off your top in the process, the fabric is wrinkled from his earlier ministrations.

you didn’t think to wear a bra or panties since you were just lounging around in this outfit, no intentions to go out anywhere, and that went straight to leon’s cock. instantly, his face is pressed to your mound, sniffing you down there, running kisses up your thighs. your legs shake a little and he settles you by pressing your knees to your stomach. “just let daddy take care of you, he’ll kiss it better.”

with that, he presses a kiss to the hood of your clit. warmth dissipates throughout your stomach and tightens. “oh,” you moan out. your dad suckles on the sensitive area, expertly runs his tongue along it. you, with the limited experience you’ve had, can’t believe the attention you’re getting from him. you never even expected your dad to be capable of doing this.

it’s your intoxicating scent that pulls him back in for more, though. the way you internally have to wrestle yourself, he notices, to stay composed is just so adorable. the taboo-ness of it all fills leon with a sick sense of delight, too. that’s why he licks your pussy with fervor he didn’t even know he had within him. he laps up the area, slurping around, suckling you like he would with a straw. you squeal and hold onto your legs, trying your hardest not to move them and accidentally kick him.

wetness coats the area around your pussy and drips down to your ass. it’s to the point that an ugly squelch resounds every time he brings his mouth back down. you’re coating his face with your arousal and he honestly wishes he could drown in it. his tongue thrusts inside your weeping hole to gather the wetness there, all the while you dig your fingers into your sheets and muffle your moans with a closed mouth.

“‘s that feel good, honey?” he asks, and you catch a glimpse of his face. pupils blown out from pleasure, usually kempt hair in a mess, lower half of his face coated with your juices.

“mhm,” you whimper in response.

he takes that as a cue to amp things up a notch. suckling your clit like a vacuum, face pressed against you so that you could feel his cheeks buried against your pussy lips. he keeps sucking, shaking his head against you, ‘til you’re cumming on his face. he moans at the wetness flowering into his mouth and onto his chins, furthering your orgasm at the vibrations against you.

leon pulls away to press his forehead against yours, kisses your nose sweetly. “you’re my princess, you know that?”

“yeah,” you say quietly.

"yeah?” he repeats. “my best girl.”

#🎀 — diary entry #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #re leon

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

Obvious (Vox x Assistant!Reader)

Summary- You’re Vox’s new assistant. He’s just had a big fight with Valentino. He comes and vents to you about it, and ends up crying. You comfort him and he appreciates it, then notices all the small things you do for him. Things he’d previously overlooked, things so small but thoughtful, things Val would never do for him. Then it hit him- he loved you.

-being new wasn’t particularly hard, so long as you kept your head down -you did your work efficiently and properly, never late, not a detail out of place. You never complained either. You were quiet and mostly kept to yourself, which helped you blend into the rest of the faceless and mundane workers at Voxtek. -Your coworkers hardly knew you existed, but Vox? -He was aware of you alright. You were his best assistant, the only one he trusted to not fuck up on his important projects. The one he could trust to keep their mouth shut. -You were thoughtful and observant, something even he struggled to be sometimes. -so, when you noticed his sour mood and the exhaustion emanating off him in waves this morning, you brought him his favorite coffee and snacks. You were discreet, carefully organizing his files and reports so they were tidier and easier to manage. You cancelled, pushed back, or sent in representatives for meetings that would stress him out. -He didn’t notice. He was overworking himself today, pushing himself to his limit for the company. -You knew this and used it to your advantage, helping him more than usual, knowing he wouldn’t notice or say anything. There was nothing you could do to stop his bad habits so you did your best to support him and help, taking some of the weight off his shoulders. -What you hadn’t expected was for the wild card to show up -Valentino was in one of his moods and word got to Vox before you could send someone else in to deal with it. -You knew it wouldn’t end well, but you couldn’t do much. You were an average sinner demon and they were Overlords. So, you waited, preparing Vox’s office so everything was as perfect as possible when he got back. -His fight with Val was explosive, per usual. Vox ended up giving in first today, teleporting away to the comfort of his office. He was too fucking tired for this shit. -What he didn’t know was that you would be there. It was a sort of pleasant surprise. You’d always been a good assistant and listener. -So, he flopped dramatically and started venting about his shitty week. You plugged in his charging cables while he talked, which took him off guard for a moment. -he was in the middle of talking about what had happened with Val, static stinging his eyes. He cried a little. -you were quiet and gentle, offering soft words of support. -as you comforted him, Vox couldn’t help but remember how you’d plugged him in to charge. It was strange to him. “Why’d you do that?” He’d asked, confused. “Because you were tired. You needed it,” you’d respond simply, as if it were natural. It wasn’t. Not in Hell, at least. -that was the moment when it all began to click everything you’d done for him, all things Val would never do for him. -what he was missing -it felt so obvious now, “Oh,” he said softly, realization dawning on him. “I love you.”

Bonus! (Cleaned up version)

As the newest addition to Voxtek's workforce, blending in was second nature to me. I kept my head down, diligently completing my tasks with precision and efficiency. My quiet demeanor allowed me to fade into the background, becoming just another face among the sea of employees.

But while my coworkers remained oblivious to my existence, Vox was acutely aware of my presence. He relied on me, trusted me in ways he never did with anyone else. I was his right-hand assistant, the one he turned to when he needed something done right.

And on that fateful day, as Vox returned to his office drained and disheartened from yet another confrontation with Valentino, I was there waiting for him. I had anticipated his needs, preparing his workspace to perfection in anticipation of his return.

As he collapsed into his chair with a defeated sigh, I moved quietly to his side, plugging in his charging cables without a word. Vox's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected gesture, but he said nothing, too exhausted to question it.

He began to vent about his tumultuous encounter with Valentino, his voice filled with frustration and fatigue. I listened attentively, offering words of comfort and understanding as he poured out his heart. And then, in a moment of vulnerability, tears welled up in his eyes, streaming down his face unchecked.

Without hesitation, I reached out to him, offering a gentle touch of reassurance. Vox leaned into my touch, his sobs subsiding as I comforted him with quiet words of solace.

As I sat beside him, offering my support, Vox's mind began to clear, his thoughts drifting to the small yet significant acts of kindness I had shown him. The coffee and snacks I had brought him that morning, the meticulous organization of his files, the cancelation of stressful meetings—each gesture a testament to my attentiveness, care and- oh.

And then it hit him like a bolt of lightning—what he had been missing all along. It was the realization that amidst the chaos of his life, I had been there, quietly supporting him without asking for anything in return.

With a sudden clarity, Vox uttered the words that had been lingering on the tip of his tongue, the truth he had only just come to understand. "I love you," he said, his voice soft yet resolute.

#hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #ao3 writer #my writing #writing #vox x reader #x reader #vox fanfiction

[doumadono]

Emergency request: I woke up with an anxiety attack, feeling terrible, I'm going through a very hard time in my life, as you may know. how Bakugo, Shoto, and Midoriya would comfort their significant other in this situation? What would they do if their significant other feels nauseous and becomes emotional?

A/N: I'm really sorry to hear that you're going through such a tough time. Remember that you're not alone in this journey – I'm here to support you every step of the way. It's completely okay to have difficult moments, and you're doing the best you can. If you ever want to talk or need a listening ear, know that I'm here to listen without judgment. You're stronger than you realize, and I believe brighter days are ahead. Sending you lots of love and positivity to help you through this challenging period 💕

MASTERLIST

Bakugo

Bakugo may seem rough around the edges, but he's surprisingly attentive when it comes to his significant other's well-being. He'd notice the signs of your anxiety even before you mention it, and, although he's not the best with words, his actions speak volumes.

He'd offer a tight hug, allowing you to bury your face in his chest. "Hey, you're not alone in this, idiot. I've got your back."

Bakugo's determination to make you feel better might lead him to research anxiety management techniques or show you some of his own methods for coping with stress.

He'd encourage you to let out your emotions, saying, "If you need to yell, scream, or just vent, do it, little moron. It'll help you get rid of those fucking emotions you're holding back."

If tears come, he'd awkwardly hand you tissues and mutter, "Quit crying, dumbass." But his eyes would soften, and he'd stay close by, giving you space to let it out.

During moments of nausea, he'd prepare simple and nourishing meals, then present them with an exaggerated "Eat up, it's good for you."

One evening, after a particularly long and challenging day of training, you start to show signs of exhaustion. Your shoulders slump, and your voice wavers as you express your frustration. "I just… I can't believe how tough today was," you admit, your voice tinged with weariness.

Bakugo's initial response is predictable – a scowl and an impatient sigh. "Stop whining," he grumbles, crossing his arms.

But as you continue to talk, Bakugo's annoyance begins to wane. He watches you closely, the crease in his brow slowly smoothing out. He can see the toll the day has taken on you, and his heart unexpectedly softens. "Look," he says, his voice slightly less harsh, "I get it. Training's been a pain in the ass lately. But you're not alone in this." He shifts his weight uncomfortably, his usual bravado faltering just a bit. "I'm… dealing with the same crap, you know? There are days when things get rough for me – yeah, even I have those moments. And, fuck it, I've dealt with some anxiety crap too. I know it might sound dumb coming from me, but I get it. Life throws crap at us, and it doesn't matter how tough we think we are. But you, you've got this. I've seen you handle your own shit, and you're stronger than you give yourself credit for."

You look up at him, surprised by the admission. Bakugo's gaze meets yours, and he looks away for a moment, his cheeks tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "So, just, well, don't give up, you little idiot. We'll get through this together, yeah?"

Later that night, as you two lie in bed, you turn to him. "You know," you say softly, "it's okay to get emotional sometimes. Even for you."

Bakugo huffs, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, little moron. Just don't go telling everyone."

A small smile plays at the corners of your lips. "I won't. It'll be our little secret."

Shoto

Shoto's calm and composed nature would provide a soothing presence during your anxiety attack. He'd gently take your hand and lead you to a quiet and comfortable space.

"Focus on your breath. In and out. I'm here with you," he'd reassure, his voice steady and reassuring.

Shoto might share personal experiences of dealing with difficult times, letting you know that you're not alone in facing challenges.

He'd hold your hair back as you feel nauseous and need to vomit, rubbing your back soothingly. "Take your time, and don't hesitate to let me know if there's anything you need, Y/N."

Shoto's patience and empathy would shine as he listens to your emotions, providing a safe space for you to express yourself.

If you become emotional, Shoto would gently wipe away your tears with his thumb, his touch warm and comforting. "It's alright to let it out," he'd say softly.

One evening, after a particularly demanding day, you show signs of being overwhelmed. You let out a deep sigh and run a hand through your hair, your tension evident. "It's been a really tough day," you admit, your voice tinged with fatigue.

Shoto's initial response is to sit beside you, his presence calming. He places a reassuring hand on your shoulder and gives a small nod. "I'm here," he says softly. "Take your time."

As you begin to talk about challenges, Shoto listens attentively, his dual-colored gaze unwavering. He offers a sense of understanding through his presence, allowing you to share your feelings without judgment. "I can see how much you've been through," he says, his voice steady. "But remember, you're strong, and you're capable of overcoming this."

Later that night, as you wind down, you look at him and says, "You know, it's okay to express your emotions too. Even if you're the calm one, darling."

Shoto's lips quirk into a small smile. "I appreciate that," he replies, his voice soft. "But sometimes, it's easier to understand others' emotions than my own."

Midoriya

Midoriya's compassionate nature would make him very attuned to your feelings. He'd approach you gently, offering a warm smile.

"It's okay to feel this way, but remember, it won't last forever. We'll work through it together," he'd say, his voice full of sincerity.

He might share motivational stories or quotes to uplift your spirits and remind you of your inner strength.

When nausea strikes, he'd prepare a cup of herbal tea and guide you in taking slow sips. "This should help settle your stomach."

Midoriya would hold your hand, offering comfort and understanding as you express your emotions. "You're not alone in this, and I'm here for you every step of the way."

Izuku would offer a warm hug when emotions rise, his embrace gentle yet full of support. "You're stronger than you realize," he'd whisper.

One evening, after a particularly challenging day at school, you start to show signs of being overwhelmed. You let out a frustrated sigh and slump onto the couch, your shoulders tense with stress. "Today was just… really tough," you admit.

Midoriya's initial reaction is to sit down beside you, his expression full of concern. "I'm sorry to hear that," he replies, his voice gentle. "Do you want to talk about it, Y/N?"

As you open up about your struggles and anxiety attack you experienced, Midoriya listens intently, offering a comforting presence. He nods along, his eyes reflecting understanding and empathy. "I can imagine how challenging that must have been for you," he says, his words sincere. "I know it's not easy, but you're strong," he adds, a small smile tugging at his lips. "And you're not alone in this, baby."

Later that evening, as you prepare to turn in for the night, you wrap your arms around him from behind, saying, "You know, it's okay to talk about your emotions too. Even heroes like you have tough days, right? So next time you'll have a hard time, don't hesitate to open up to me, okay?"

Midoriya's gaze softens, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for understanding," he replies, his voice warm. "Indeed, even heroes need a shoulder to lean on sometimes."

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader fluff #bnha x reader #mha hcs #shoto fluff #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x you #mha x reader #izuku midoriya headcanons #izuku hcs #izuku x reader #izuku fluff #izuku midoriya #divider by cafekitsune #izuku midoria x reader #mha fluff #emergency request #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto fic

[heartsoji]

falling in love with kozume kenma.

best friends → lovers

kenma x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: i only proofread half of it sorry, female reader

a/n: this is basically the same thing as my suga one so maybe i'll make a series of falling in love and then dating with different hq characters?? i dunno it could be cute but we'll see it

kenma was your best friend. always had been. well, him and tetsu anyways.

your family and the kuroo family were family friends, so tetsu was basically your older brother. he was the annoying, good-for-2 things-brother.

you met kenma in elementary school only because he became friends with tetsu, but you became friends quickly. you had a shyer personality around people that you didn't know, but were pretty bubbly around people you felt comfortable with. because whenever you hung out with kenma tetsu was there, you had no problem being yourself.

however, as you further got to know him and spent more time with him, he was just as much a friend to you as he was to tetsu. he changed from "tetsu-nii's (yes you used to call him tetsu-nii as an elementary school student bc of how much of a brother he was to u) friend to "my friend."

at first glance, kenma was quiet. he was shy. he didn't like people. but when you got to known him more, you learned that he had a kind heart and a sweet, chill, easily-flustered personality. you learned that he liked playing video games because they were an escape to the world around him. you weren't very good at them, but you liked watching him play them and would occasionally try when he offered. you learned that even if he covered it up with slightly sarcastic or grumpy remarks, he deeply cared for those he loved.

and you were one of those.

as a child, you were unable to differentiate platonic and romantic love. all you knew was that you loved kenma, and your 7-year old butt always made sure to let him know.

every time you saw him, your eyes lit up, you ran towards him, gave him a big hug, and told him you loved him with a smile on your face. his reaction was always a gentle hug, (you were literally the only person he touched as a kid) and a quiet "love you too," with red ears and rosy cheeks.

because of the love you felt for kenma, you assumed that it was romantic love, so you told kenma that the two of you should date. he agreed with his signature red ear and rosy cheek combo, and that was the start of your and kenma's relationship.

you held hands, gave him hugs, ran over to his house and to the park for little "dates," and told him that you loved him everyday. this was nothing particularly out of the ordinary, because you did that before your "relationship," but the one thing that changed was that you gave your first kiss to 7-year old kozume kenma. your parents thought that you two's "relationship" was absolutely adorable, and even tetsu thought that it was kinda cute.

as the two of you aged into high schoolers, you were uncertain of your relationship with kenma. technically, the two of you never really "broke up." your relationship had stayed the same throughout the years, and your "relationship" had never really been discussed.

the two of you still held hands, gave hugs, and said "i love you," because of the comfort both of you found in familiarity and routine. cuddling, crying and venting to each other, and building your minecraft world together was relaxing, and it felt like home. you truly cherished the time that you spent with him. yet somehow, even though you two did all this together, you couldn't really tell if kenma meant it platonically or romantically.

your friends always asked the two of you were dating, and you always brushed it off, because in truth, you didn't know. you didn't know if kenma considered the two of you a couple just because your elementary-school relationship technically never ended.

as high school went on, you were unsure of what your relationship with kenma was. neither one of you dated at all in high school, which added another layer of uncertainty to the whole situation. but one thing you were certain of was your feelings for him. you weren't sure when it started, but your platonic love for kenma had become romantic. you never dared to ask kenma about your relationship, though. you were too nervous.

at this point, all of your friends knew that your relationship with kenma was a bit complicated

soon enough, your senior year of high school had finished, so big boy tetsu took you, his basically-little-sister, kenma, his best friend, yamamoto-kun, his crazy junior, and fukunaga-kun, his oddly funny junior, out to eat.

you were friends with fukunaga-kun and yamamoto-kun, partially because they were tetsu and kenma's teammates, but also partially because they were your fellow third-years.

the five of you had a ton of fun, and it was just a really chill night.

you got pretty tired part way through, so you rested on kenma's shoulder and dozed off for a bit. it wasn't unusual for the two of you to cuddle, but kenma hated it whenever his teammates touched him. the most physical contact he was willing to do with them was a quick high-five after a good play, so it was a huge shock for yamamoto and fukunaga to see him not only be ok with it, but also enjoy it??

"woah!! kenma, getting a little.. lovey over there.. OOOOO" yamamoto teased, making annoying kissey faces in the air.

kenma shot you a glance to make sure you were asleep before mumbling a, "shut up, tora."

yamamoto paused for a moment. kenma hadn't denied anything.

"wait kenma.. are you two actually.. dating?!" yamamoto interrogated, somewhat in a state of shock at the mere thought of hermit-crab-doesnt-talk-to-anyone-kenma not only dating someone, but hermit-crab-doesnt-talk-to-anyone-kenma dating someone before him. "kuroo-san.. did you know about this?"

and that was when you woke up.

"it's.." kenma started. he sighed. "honestly, i don't know."

you kept your eyes shut. what was he talking about?

"tell us about it." fukuyama suggested. "maybe it'll help."

kenma let out a long exhale. "don't make fun of me, but when we were in elementary school, we had a little elementary school relationship, and we.. technically never broke up."

woah. you thought. he still remembers that?

"i know it's stupid because we were in elementary school, but i keep finding myself, like, overthinking 'nd stuff because maybe she like-likes me and she never broke it off for a reason but like maybe she just forgot, or like, I DONT KNOW!" exclaimed, exasperated and at this point grumpy.

tetsu let out a chuckle. "sounds like you're pretty far in love."

kenma blushed. "i guess."

you couldn't believe your ears.

that was when you fell asleep again, and missed out on the rest of the conversation.

you awoke to kenma setting you down gently on your bed.

"kenma..?" you asked sleepily. "what.. happened?"

he chuckled. cute. "you fell asleep and i carried you back."

you blushed. and that was when you remembered the conversation kenma had with his teammates and tetsu.

"kenma?"

"yeah?"

"im gonna tell you something right now, but you have to promise not to get mad."

"ok.. i promise."

"pinky promise?"

"pinky promise."

you took a deep breath. "part way through my nap i.. woke up and overheard a.. conversation."

you could see the panic and fear in his eyes.

"i.. overheard that you still think about how we never broke up our elementary school relationship."

kenma looked away, extremely nervous. "it's not really that big a deal.. i was being o-overdramatic." kenma was such a bad liar. always had been.

"you were?"

"y-yeah."

"oh.. well i still think about it."

kenma's head shot up. "you do?"

"yeah." you smiled. "and i like you, by the way. in a romantic way."

kenma's ears and cheeks weren't just red, his whole body shot up like 100 degrees.

"i.. do too." he mumbled with a blush and a slight smile.

he took a deep breath and the redness decreased. slightly. "uh.. i know that this might not be the most.. romantic.. moment, but will you be my girlfriend, l/n y/n? if you weren't already." redness +430.

you smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear. "yes." and pulled him into a kiss.

and it was perfect.

you weren't having an intense kiss on a grass field atop a hill in a cute dress with wind flowing through your hair and flowers he gave you in your left hand's clutch, but you were happier than you would've been if you were. it was sweet, romantic, take no. 2, chill yet passionate, relaxed, at home, a little messy and inexperienced, and perfectly imperfect. just like how you predicted your now-official-official relationship with the love of literally your life, kozume kenma.

and that was when tetsu and your mom walked in. your parents wanted to give you a glass of water because they figured kenma had already left, and tetsu wanted to wake you up to discuss what kenma had ranted about, knowing that you felt the same way.

they walked in, did a simultaneous gasp, and walked straight out, a smile on your mom's face and a smirk on tetsu's.

to both of your horrors, you heard tetsu's hyena laugh and the giggling of your mother, followed by an excited "be-ready-for-when-he-comes-home phone call to his as soon as the door shut.

it was extremely embarrassing, to say the least. but at the end of it, your whole relationship would probably be filled with this. and you would have to learn to ignore it. because, if you were going to date the man who stayed by your side your whole life, you were willing to go through anything.

BONUS BC I FELT LIKE IT

the next day, you received many "OMG OMG OMG" texts from your friends. why?

because kuroo tetsuro the dumbass™ chose to tell EVERYONE in his contacts that his basically-little-sister and his best friend got together FINALLY.

yeah, he teased you relentlessly that night. he didn't even wait a full night to make fun of the two of you for not discussing the exact same problem.

but even though he made fun of both of you, he honestly found this situation quite endearing, as you two were his lifelong ship.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

#kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma scenario #hq kenma #haikyuu kenma x reader #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu x reader #kenma fluff #kuroo tetsuro #kenma kozume #kozume kenma x reader #kenma x y/n #hq x reader #hq kenma x reader #haikyuu #hq #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #kozume kenma #kenma #kenma x female reader #female reader

[brainrockets]

Some of the Suvi critics out there are... something. I mean, I get it if you don't enjoy media because of unpleasantness. I very definitely avoided Succession because it squicked me deeply.

So if Suvi squicks ya out. Like sure fine. But some of the interpretations of Suvi being irredeemable or 'not showing signs' that she might be 'redeemable' are just weird? To me?

I mean. I also was raised in one of the cristofascist American evangelical death cults and had to deprogram and unlearn a lot in my 20s and have done a lot of work to be in a healthy space now so... maybe I just have sympathy for being 20 and just suddenly seeing cracks appear in the way you understand yourself and the world around you?

One thing people seem real perturbed by is Suvi's behavior towards Ame (and Ame's seeming lack of correction of that behavior).

And I think there are a few things at play here.

1. Suvi was raised in a highly ordered hierarchy as a soldier from early childhood.

2. Ame is a witch of the heart and has been handling all manner of village nonsense and nonsense people for years.

3. Suvi has not had ANY sort of psychological safety or release since maybe the Cottage. She is more afraid of Steel than Orima.

4. Ame is worried about Suvi. Worried about the way she killed without trouble. The way she's not allowed herself to express feelings for the most part other than anger.

5. When you have a lot of feelings and no safe way to let them out. They still come out. Usually inappropriately. Often paradoxically they get vented on people you feel safe with. Not to say that's acceptable or good but it is pretty normal?

6. Paradoxically, while Ame is safe to be mad at, perhaps subconsciously, Suvi also views Ame as a threat. And she's not wrong. Ame is a huge threat to her. Ame threatens to upend everything that Suvi believes about herself, about magic, about her world. She also plays by different rules and has actively exposed Suvi to risk by divulging things Suvi wanted to keep private. (Not with malice but definitely flagrantly flouting basic rules because she doesn't know they exist.) She also is a threat to the defenses Suvi has built around herself in the wake of her parents' deaths. The way that she has used the notion of the Citadel's correctness as a shield against the pain of loss.

7. I think Ame has dealt with wounded animals and wounded people fairly regularly in her role as apprentice. I think that Ame knows that wounded creatures snap at someone even if they are trying to help. Snapping back at her isn't maybe the move right now. And she has expressed dissent, she's not leaving her nonsense totally alone. She's just carefully cutting away little pieces of net and tutting at her raging and getting a little closer each time. And when Suvi finally lets herself cry instead of rage, Ame reacts with the same patient care she'd use with an injured animal.

8. Also, i do think people are missing Suvi's actions behind her words. Particularly vis a vis redeemable qualities. She does talk mad shit and she says some truly terrible things. But her actions are in conflict with her words. She abandoned her training and her responsibility to help Ame break her curse. He outfitted her friends from the armory and rented out a whole floor of an inn just to be kind. She's kept silent on Honored Friends the entire time she's been at the Citadel. Steel told her to stay and wait but she ran after Ame anyways. She was making a lot of threats but now that Eursulon has promised to free the Great Spirit her only issue with helping do it is that Steel might kill her first. She is ready to throw down for her friends with extreme prejudice.

She's at a crossroads. I find it very hopeful. But like again, I relate pretty heavily to being young and afraid and angry as the world opens up before you and everything you thought you knew is wrong and harming people. Knowing there's a chasm and on one side is your family and your community and on the other side is the unknown and your friends.

#long post #wbn pod #suvi #worlds beyond number #aabria iyengar

[giorno-plays-piano]

Family Man

Pairing: orc!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: non-con, kidnapping, shameless smut, mating, breeding, early pregnancy, bad dirty talk.

Words: 1.7k

Summary: You thought the rumors about orcs wandering the forest in search of human companions were nothing serious.

P.S. Yep, one more orc!Bucky fic that has nothing original in it, but who cares 😂

"Getting used to it, huh?" A huge orc twice your size hummed in your ear, his cock buried so deep in your pussy you could see your soft belly bulging. "I told ya this cunt can fit me whole. Feel good, huh?"

You mewled against his lips, licking him like a kitten, your hips moving with his. Yes, it felt good, so good you didn't mind his lack of manners when he rushed to your room and pushed you on your bed, no questions asked: you knew Bucky was pent up after going to the neighboring village, and the best way to vent out his anger was to mate with you till he emptied his balls in your pussy.

Barbaric orc. He couldn't stand you not walking with a round belly yet. Knocking up a human woman was somewhat a responsibility for him, an idea fix, something not even worth talking about - it was in his blood, he said when he was fucking you for the first time, only getting the tip in thanks to his monstrous size. You could plead him all you wanted, but he was going to put a baby in you, and one more after that, and he'd keep doing that again and again because it was in his nature, and birthing his children was in yours.

"You're a human female, right?" He asked you as if it didn't need any explanation whatsoever. "You'll mate with a male if he's strong enough to protect his family, won't you? Yeah, you gotta mate with me, woman."

It wasn't a question or proposal: he had you under him the moment he spotted you in the pond, washing off dirt from your body after a day of travelling in the forest. You were scared to the point you'd plead him for your life, but getting away from a warrior orc his size was simply impossible, and you were already naked, your bow and arrows abandoned on the rock nearby along with your clothes. You thought a barbarian would skin you alive and eat your insides raw, but instead an orc kissed your inner thighs and rammed his tongue inside your pussy till you screamed, making you so weak you could no longer get up from the ground by yourself. Although he tried to stick his enormously huge dick in you, he soon realized it was useless: a human of your size needed a training before he'd fuck you good, he said, making you rub yourself on top of him until he creamed all over your thighs.

It was hella scary, you thought when you remembered that day, but he didn't hurt you much - Bucky could easily tear you apart if he were impatient, you heard the rumors of orcs raping humans to death. Maybe you were lucky he didn't want to kill you.

"Kill you? A female?" He barked at you when you voiced your concern. "Are you out of your mind, woman?"

He then told you with disgust humans might be slaughtering each other with no regard to age and gender, but he, an orc, was not a brute to slain a woman to mate with her corpse. It made him terribly upset you even supposed he could do it to you, and from then on he always made sure you carried yourself as a woman of his house, not a human slave he brought home for pleasure. But, truly, he still locked the doors when he left to prevent you from coming back to the forest.

"Do ya no good staying there," he mumbled angrily, clearly afraid you'd leave the moment the opportunity presented itself. "If goblins find you, they'll fuck you first and then sell you to someone. No more hanging in the forest, woman, you got it?"

Well, not that idea of being fucked by those little ugly bastards excited you. At least here you were fed, clothed, and left unharmed in exchange for your night services, despite how sad it might look when you gave it a thought.

"I wanna cum," you pleaded when your orc thrusted particularly hard, rubbing against the spongy spot inside you and forcing you to squeal. "Please, pleas-"

He bared his tusks in a predatory smile, feeling so proud you were begging him to fuck your brains out, and changed the position immediately, tucking your legs up and driving his dick all the way until he could feel the bulge in your belly rubbing against him. Shit, with your cunt getting stuffed full like that you had no choice but to milk him dry. He wanted to get you pregnant so bad. He needed to get you pregnant. As long as you had orc children with their slightly sharp ears and little tusks, you couldn't go back to your people to never return again. If Bucky could make you addicted to pleasure, knock you up, make you feel like life here, with him, would be better than life with your kind, you would certainly stay.

"I'll knock you up," he growled in your face as if he were angry you weren't with child yet. "Get pregnant, bedwarmer. Squeeze your cunt tighter, you hear me?"

With your eyes rolling inside your skull, he couldn't make you listen to him even for a second as your pussy spasmed around his dick, drawing a low growl from him as you mewled, your legs twitching, "Yesyesyesss-"

He knew you always loved cumming when he kissed you, balls deep in your cunt, so Bucky grabbed you by the chin to force his tongue inside your mouth, giving you a good taste of his saliva when you curled your toes, orgasming with him filling you up with his hot sticky seed. Your poor human pussy started overflowing with his cum in a matter of seconds, but Bucky didn't ease his grip on you, locking you up with his arms and legs until he made a complete mess out of you, his female, who was barely able to breathe when he let go of your lips. He needed to make sure this time you would drink his seed with your cunt properly and have his baby in your belly by the end of the day.

And you needed to work on your stamina if you wanted to keep him satisfied, you thought lazily, your pussy drenched from his fat cum and your juices. Each time you felt like you had just run a marathon with your knees trembling and your heart beating so fast you were afraid it would tear through your ribcage. Was it always going to be like this?

You didn't realize you asked it out loud until your orc started to speak.

"Until my seed takes, at the very least," he murmured, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he locked you in his arms, bringing you to lay your head on his chest. "I won't bother a pregnant woman."

"But you're bothering me," you huffed, seeing no reason to keep your secret further and watching your orc freeze on the spot, watching you wide-eyed. "What? You're an orc. Surely, you know how potent your seed is."

"What did ya say?" He demanded of you, unsure what to make of it. "Are you already with child? Are you pregnant?"

Seeing him so restless made you feel slightly better: the idea of having an orc baby didn't look too thrilling to you at first, and you spent a couple of days thinking about it, unsure of what was going to happen to you and the baby if you decided to keep it.

Truly, you did want to keep your baby. You just didn't know if you wanted them to be raised here, in an orc settlement, with some barbarian who couldn't even tell you who you were here and how you were going to live.

"I think I am," you exhaled, directing your gaze elsewhere just not to look Bucky in the face. "No, I'm sure I am. What do we do now?"

For a second he looked at you like you said something stupid, but then his expression quickly changed to a guilty one, "I know it's your first child. I'll bring someone who'll teach you how to care for a baby soon."

"That's not what I mean!" you snapped at him, your patience running dry. "Don't play stupid! I don't want my baby to be seen as a child of a human slave. I don't want to raise them here if your people will look down on them because I'm no one. And if you're gonna take a wife and have kids with her..."

"I took a wife, and I'm having a child with her," his gruff voice made you silent when your orc hovered above you with an angry expression on his handsome face, his eyes furious.

"I've never called ya my human slave or anything. If I call ya my woman, I call ya my wife, stupid."

"You never said you'll take me as your w-"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," he shook his head, upset and angry and restless. "Stupid woman! Is that because I didn't buy a ring? I'll buy ya a ring! A big, fancy, precious ring! Stupid woman, to nearly call my child a bastard born from a human slave because of a ring!"

Bucky seemed so upset and anxious he jumped off the bed, leaving you, perplexed, to stare at him while he was gathering his clothes and dressing hurriedly. A ring? Did he think you cared for a ring when he didn't mention even once he was taking you as his wife? Did he think if he got you a ring you would consider him your husband once and for all?

"Bucky, stop, please, we need to-"

"No," he grumbled, putting on his pants and grabbing his weapons he carried with him everywhere. "I'm going to buy ya a ring, and when I come back home, no more stupid talk about marriage! And if ya have so much free time to worry about silly things, ya better come up with a name for the baby when I return!"

He flew out of the house before you managed to tell him it was all a misunderstanding and asked him to talk to you about family matters you kept thinking about. Bucky seemed so frusttated it was probably impossible to talk some sense into him, anyway.

Well, at least you already had a name for your baby you were going to tell him once your angry orc came back home.

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[natashasnoodle]

Hey! How are you doing? And i hope you’re enjoying your Halloween!

Idk if you’re taking requests but if u can, can u do a sweet comfort fluffy fic with nat x f!reader plz?

Where reader never really knew what it felt like to be in love with anyone let alone be loved and wanted especially with physical touches like hugs and kisses from a partner since reader was never given any growing up? Bonus points if you add in either reader’s unsent love letters to nat or nat’s mr.pig stuffie lol(you can pick either one for bonus points or not it’s up to you)

5am | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

Words: 1.4k

Hey hun! I'm doing good thank you, hope you are doing well yourself :) Let's just pretend this didn't take me from October to get round to writing I am so sorry 😭

Triggers: insomnia

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Sitting on a stool at the kitchen island in the compound, you sighed, fingertips circling the rim of your cup of coffee that had long gone cold. 

4am in the compound was a lonely place. Lonelier than normal. Though the feeling of isolation and solitude had become a somewhat comfort to you. Growing up in an emotionally stunted and unavailable household meant you struggled with many social interactions that seemingly came easy to your peers. 

The empty kitchen provided you with a feeling of calm in an otherwise chaotic life that you lead. Insomnia commonly kept you awake, and so you often found yourself thinking the night away at the kitchen counter. 

With shadows stretching and dancing around the walls in synchrony, the harsh light from the moon pouring in through gaps in the closed blinds, and the whistling of the wind through the many vents that kept the giant compound well-ventilated, the kitchen at such an early hour would seem like a nightmare to some. 

Not to you.

At first, you had found it unsettling, to say the least, but over the many months that you had resorted to using the room as a hideout, it had become a place of serenity by association. 

When kept up at night, you liked to just sit and think, and over time the various stimulants in the room meant that you were able to do your greatest thinking whilst in their presence. Psychology is a funny thing.

Your thoughts were mostly plagued by your shortcomings in life. How even though you had now been in a relationship with Natasha for four months, four great months, you still felt as though you were letting her down.

Physical affection is something that you had always craved, but your upbringing didn’t allow you to learn the cues that you thought you needed. As a touch-starved person, having no clue when to initiate a hug, or know when the person wants to hold hands was hard, never mind the more intimate touches that usually came with a relationship. 

Natasha was your ultimate comfort in life, and yet she was also your greatest fear. 

She was always incredibly patient with you. But you still felt like you were letting her down.

Letting Natasha down was something that you never wanted to do.

Ever.

A sigh escaped your parted lips as you let your eyes flutter shut, your body shutting down from exhaustion, but your mind still as wide awake as ever. Then a particularly strong gust of wind from the outside world travelled through the metal labyrinth above your head, pulling you out of your thoughts.

A reminder that it was now 5am and you still hadn’t slept. 

Your head fell into your hands as you pushed the undrunk coffee away. You just wanted to sleep.

“Y/n?”, a familiar voice along with the blaring overhead light being turned on made you jump out of your skin. Swiftly, you turned in your chair to face your girlfriend, who was standing with her hand still on the light switch, sporting gym attire. 

Her day was starting and yours had not yet ended. 

“Hey, Nat”, your weary voice painted a frown on her face, and immediately your chest constricted, you didn’t want her to be worried about you. 

You didn’t want her to view you as high maintenance. 

“Sweetheart, I thought you said your sleep had been getting better”, she pouted slightly whilst making her way over to you and taking a seat on the stool next to yours, scrunching her nose at the sight of the coffee. “Caffeine certainly isn’t going to help”, her tone was a bit harsh, but she meant well when she moved the cup further out of your grasp.

Wincing you looked up at her, her eyes softening immediately. “I never drink it, I just like the smell”, you gave her a half smile, one that she tried to return but it just ended up being a sad smile instead. “And I wasn’t lying, it had been a bit better than normal, just having a bit of a rough patch with it over the last few days”, you shrugged. 

You struggled to decipher Nat’s expression. The way that she was looking at you was new. It wasn’t pity like you had been expecting. She looked rather helpless, the way her eyes were trained on your facial features, tracking every movement, every muscle twitch, her tense posture showing just how out of her depth she was. 

For the first time ever, you had seen Natasha Romanoff looking helpless. 

Swallowing thickly, you looked down again and picked at the already damaged skin around your cuticles. “Hey, don’t”, Nat whispered as she placed her hands atop yours, your breath hitching at the contact. 

Your gaze met Natasha’s, whose eyes were sparkling with adoration, and a whole lot of worry mixed in there. “What can I do to help you?”.

Holding back tears at how gentle she was being with you, you shook your head, “I don’t want to bother you, hun, you’re in your gym clothes so you have training, right?”.

Nat shook her head with a small smile, “You are my top priority, so, what can I do to help you right now?”. 

Exhaling shakily, you spoke with your voice small, scared to request it. “Can I just have a hug?”. The crack in your voice made Nat’s heart shatter as she nodded frantically, and scooped you up into her arms, your body shaking as cries escaped you. 

“Shh, shh it’s okay. I know, it sucks. But I’ll always be here to give you a hug, okay? Always, I promise”. 

You nodded against her shoulder as your grip on each other tightened. “I just want to sleep”, you cried, Nat’s heart once again breaking. If she could take it all away for you she would in an instant. 

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah? We can go to my room, and I can stay with you until you sleep”.

Looking up at your girlfriend you shook your head, “You just woke up though”.

“I know”, she gave you a dopey grin, “But like I said, you’re my top priority, plus it gives me an excuse to get some cuddles in”. 

Guilt coursed through you, you hadn’t been enough for her.

“I’m sorry that I never initiate anything like that, it’s… it’s not that I don’t want to I just struggle I don’t know why”.

Nat’s face dropped, “No, I get it it’s okay, I’m more than happy to initiate for the both of us if that’s what you need”. When your face still looked wary, she placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, a smile easily breaking out on your face. “I love you”.

“I love you too”, you replied before you let out a huge yawn. 

“Yup, bedtime”, Nat concluded and looped her arms under your thighs to pick you up. In your sleep-deprived state, you didn’t comprehend what was going on, at all, so you looked around in confusion at the sudden height change as Nat started walking before it finally clicked in your head. 

Now feeling safe, you nuzzled your face into the crook of Nat’s neck, her heart melting into a puddle. 

It didn’t take long to reach Nat’s room, who gently placed you down under the covers of her bed before placing a kiss on your temple and moving away. She chuckled at the involuntary whine that you let out as you reached your arms out to her. “I’ll be two seconds I’m just putting a looser shirt on”, she explained.

You let out a hum of understanding as your eyes drifted closed, being with the person who made you feel safe was allowing your brain to relax more than it had in a while. 

When the bed dipped next to you, your eyes fluttered open as you felt yourself being manoeuvred into Nat’s hold, her grip loose but firm enough for your sleepy figure to feel anchored. It was nice.

Her hand gently rubbed up and down on your back as you again moved your face into the crook of her neck, her chin resting on the top of your head. “Sleep, sweetheart, I’ll be here when you wake up”, she promised.

The tiniest of smiles rested on your face as you soaked up all of the affection, allowing your eyes to close again, safe in the arms of your favourite person.

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[slytherinboysappreciation]

Moonlight - T. R. x werewolf fem!reader

A/N: this is the fourth part of this series. It’s mostly unedited so please be nice 💛 This is one of my favorite scenes so far and was the inspiration for this series. No use of Y/N. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated 🥰

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CW: Period mentions, mood swings, bit of angsting over love, Tom being possessive and a bit of an asshole, a somewhat suggestive moment

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Your mood doesn’t improve the rest of the week. Your period and changing hormones make you more sensitive than usual, and seeing Tom every day sends you through a whirlwind of up and down emotions. Being with him is better than normal. Afterwards you feel horrible.

Maybe it’s just because he knows you’re on your period, but Tom is less agitating than usual. He still hovers, but it’s different now. Instead of going on about the need for safety, Tom offers you snacks after classes. He’s quieter; wears less cologne; even offers you chocolate and painkillers one particularly frustrating day.

It’s… nice.

And it kills you that he’s only doing it out of obligation.

Maybe you’re shallow for it, but his attention makes you feel good. Listened to. Maybe even a little wanted.

It’s almost addicting, the thrill in your chest when he calls you ‘love’. It’s the closest you get to convincing yourself that maybe he does care.

You pour it all out to Luna one day, practically venting about how worried you are that you might like Tom a bit. She just smiles at you.

“How can you be sure he doesn’t feel the same?”

You scoff. Laugh a bit. Roll your eyes. “Of course he doesn’t. He’s Tom Riddle. Besides, he’s told me an innumerable amount of times that he’s only around me because he’s concerned I’m a danger. You know this, Luna, come on.”

She tilts her head. “But he hasn’t said it in a while, has he? And he’s different around you now, isn’t he?”

You fall silent. She has a point, though you don’t like it. Tom has been acting different lately.

“It’s just coz he thought I was hurt,” you mutter, unable to come up with a better defense.

“He wouldn’t have acted so worried if he didn’t at least somewhat care for you,” Luna points out.

You cross your arms and stay silent. She shrugs.

“Okay, fine,” you mumble, “Maybe he’s not as annoying as he once was, and maybe he’s acting like he cares a little. It doesn’t mean he likes me. Maybe he just wants to be my friend?”

It sounds ludicrous, even as you say it.

Luna pats your shoulder. “Maybe he does. You’ll never know unless you ask.”

“Absolutely not.” Your voice is firm, holding no doubt whatsoever. Even talking to Luna about it is a big step. Asking Tom directly? Hell no.

You change the subject and talk about classes with her instead. She doesn’t push the subject anymore, which you’re grateful for.

You don’t know if you can even handle the idea of liking Tom, let alone him not hating you.

You and Tom are study partners and… acquaintances. Nothing more.

You ignore the part of your mind that thrills at the thought of something more.

A few days later, Tom changes your study spot for the day. Instead of spending your time in the library, he sets up a blanket outside. He even includes a nice basket of snacks.

The sunshine and nice air are a good change of pace. You study for a couple hours before putting your stuff away.

“You done?” Tom asks, looking a bit amused

You laugh a bit and stretch out on the blanket. The sunshine feels amazing on your back. It makes you sleepy and content. “Yeah.”

Tom falls quiet next to you. You can feel his gaze on you, but it feels softer than usual. You’re too comfortable to care.

You lazily doze for a while. The warm day and the sweet breeze feel heavenly.

You’re vaguely aware of footsteps signaling someone approaching. Tom stiffens next to you. You look up.

“Hi.” It’s a Hufflepuff boy. You’ve seen him around occasionally. He’s clearly nervous, but you can smell his excitement as well.

“Oh, hi.” You yawn and smile lazily up at the boy. His cheeks redden. Tom reeks of jealousy next to you. You ignore that fact.

“Um, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me?” The boy asks hopefully. You open your mouth to reply, but Tom cuts you off. “Absolutely not.”

He’s giving the boy a death glare, like he’s actively plotting his murder. You raise an eyebrow. Tom’s jaw clenches.

“Riddle—“

“It’s Tom.” He says coldly to you, still burning a hole through the Hufflepuff boy. “And I said no.”

The boy backs away. “O-Okay!” He smells genuinely terrified. You watch him go, frowning.

You wait until he’s gone before turning on Tom. “What the hell, Riddle?!”

Tom hasn’t lost his angry look. He scowls at you. “Lie back down,” He says angrily. “Never talk to him again, and go back to sleep.”

You blink. You open your mouth to argue. Your body prickles with heat at his intense gaze. You close it again and lie back down.

You stare at the grass, trying to think. You’re trying really hard to ignore how hot his dominance made you. You try to rationalize it; to claim it’s from the wolf side of you.

You already know that’s not true. An attractive, riled-up boy ordering you around? That’s 100% your human side.

Not that it matters either way.

That thought ruins your good mood. It had been nice to forget for a moment that Tom only cared about you because of your lycanthropy.

You frown morosely at the grass, twirling a piece around your finger.

Now he’s keeping you from dating people. What’ll be next? Portioning your food? Preventing you from having friends?

You sigh and roll onto your back. You tilt your head to feel the warm sunshine, trying hard to push the thoughts from your head.

“Love?”

You look over at Tom. “What?”

He looks surprisingly unhappy. It confuses you. He smells worried, anxious, still very jealous.

“We’re going to Hogsmeade tomorrow,” he says.

You blink at him.

“Will… you go with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow…?” He repeats.

You shrug and nod. “Okay.”

You furiously stomp down the thought that it’s a date. He’s just being nice; he doesn’t really care about you.

It doesn’t keep your heart from melting at the relieved grin that spreads across his face. “Good.”

“Good,” you repeat softly. You hide the small smile that curls at your lips.

He settles back down, relaxing next to you again. You close your eyes and resist the urge to scoot closer to him.

Maybe… just for tomorrow… you can pretend it’s a date. Maybe you can pretend he likes you… just for a day…

Nothing bad will come of that. Definitely not.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #divider by cafekitsune #reader is from an unspecified hogwarts house

[whiskehorange]

Hey sweetie! I'm in a very bad mental place right now and I would really appreciate a s/o who has a depressive episode, has really low self-esteem, mainly focused on self-harm ( if u don't want to do that sort of stuff it's totally understandable) for Venom(if u want) Morticia & Gomez, Hannibal, Hellboy, Abe, Prince Nauda and maybe Sundrop 🌼 Thank you 🖤

Morticia & Gomez

Both of them loathe the place you're in mentally right now and both try to go about how to talk and approach you without seeming overbearing or overly concerned. It's much hardest for Gomez to do that both they both work together a game plan to really help you out of such a low state

Morticia is much quieter about it, but physically is there the most for you. She's always around and including you in whatever activities or hobbies she's doing and makes sure you always have something to do when she's around. Gomez, on the other hand, worries his head off about you. He tries his best to keep his composure around you and not squeeze you until you pop

Both of them try their best not to be overbearing and pushy when it comes to getting you help or helping you themselves so they give you your space if you need it, but they're always keeping an eye out for you. If you happen to be especially quiet and not with the family both of the calmly look for you to make sure you're alright. They also sort of... baby proof the house but it's nothing noticeable. You're still allowed to use knives when cooking or razors for shaving, but they have their ways of watching out

They take a lot of family time throughout the day to make sure that you're active and not in your room all day, but they give you your space if you really need it. They're an active family and drag you along all the time, even when they just stay in the house

Hannibal

Hannibal almost thrives off of your codependency and the thought of you, of everyone in the world, possibly not being by his side due to your mental health is not an option for him. Or you for that matter. If Hannibal makes up his mind about something it's going to happen. He is particular about how you spend your day quietly and inserts activities and subtle "life" talks throughout your days to hopefully help your thoughts

He has his way with words around you, but is particularly picky about how he talks to you when you confide in him about your urges and depressive, scary thoughts. There isn't another soul in the world he would think about sharing what you've told him, but if push comes to shove he will make sure you get the proper help you need if he can't do it for you (which he doesn't like to accept)

Now... I wouldn't put it past Hannibal to slowly, over the course of many months to drug you with whatever medication he sees fit to help you grow if you're spiraling particularly fast. He will take matters into his own hands, like I've said and certainly nothing is off the table if it comes to helping you better yourself with your consent or not

Thankfully for you, that is a last resort and it will likely get to that point. There is a very slim chance that he cant gaslight girlboss you into avoiding self harm in any way. But he really doesn't give you the time to even think about hurting yourself by how involved he's become in your everyday life since you've confided in him

Hellboy

He's... unsure of how to handle the situation, but does deeply care about your wellbeing. He can't recall a time where he really had to deal with these thoughts himself let alone around someone, he's lacking in the comfort department extremely. Hellboy is blockheaded, but does an oddly good job at remember just about all of the trauma and venting topics you've told him. However his blindness to comfort and empathy lead him to ask a lot of questions in the 'why' department. Why do you feel the need to hurt yourself over that?

It comes off as insensitive, absolutely, but he also doesn't mean to come off that way. There is a hefty part of his heart that needs to know why so that he can fix it, not to invalidate your struggles, God that's the last thing he'd ever want to do. So he lets you talk whenever you need to and take time off whenever you might need him. Over the next few weeks he does eye you down whenever the two of you meet in the morning or in the afternoon after work to make sure your beautiful skin is left unblemished

While he isn't too sure how to handle the burden of your emotions with relative and effective advice, his praise sees no end. There isn't a thing in the world that he could think of that he'd rather have than you and he makes sure you hear it everyday. Even if you didn't particularly do anything that day he's quick to make sure that you know that he's proud that you've made it this far

His favorite praise is to smoother you in hugs and boast about how strong you are, mentally and emotionally. Of course you're down right now but it's a minor setback that he refuses to let continue. At least not while he's around

Abe

Abe is, quiet honestly, no better in the comfort department that Hellboy is, but only because of how nervous he gets trying to explain to you how much he cares for you and your situation. He would 100% comfort and verbally praise you if he could only get the words out in the correct order. He's more likely to formulate his words better if you didn't stand so close to him, only because your depression practically radiates off of your body and he doesn't even have to touch you to know

He's quite confused on the concept of self-harm but knows the how's and why's when it comes to the human mind and mental health. He keeps a lot of the 'distasteful' questions to himself about why you would ever choose to hurt yourself, knowing that what you need is his comfort and validation, which he gives you in many many forms

Now, while Abe can't necessarily cry, he feels the overbearing urge to do something like cry whenever he grazes over your previous scars, if you have them. Especially if they are new, which he demands that he is the one that tends to them. He's a listener when you need him to be and has just about anything you cold imagine to distract yourself with in his library

He loves to teach you just about anything if it means that you're focused on that instead of self-harm. It can be a bit boring... but all you have to do is tell him so and he's got something else for the two of you to do. Of course, this goes without saying that he really pushes hydrotherapy in his own way while you're with him. You can really feel like your negative emotions are floating away from you when you're in the water

Prince Nuada

He's blunt and overbearing. At first. It takes him a bit to get the severity of your situation and things like self-harm in general, especially with the harm being inflicted for the sole purpose of... well pain. Of course he listens to you vent and go on about your trauma but sees everything so narrowly that he thinks that he has the cure for your depression. Boy will that hit him like a brick when being active and doing elf-shit doesn't work for you

Nuada is adamant about making sure that you stay away from hurting yourself even once he's grasped your mental health situation, and he's stern about it too. He's the definition of tough love but does everything in his own power to make sure that you're not alone and isolated, especially after venting to him. Comfort, once again, is not a strong suit for him but he is always physically there for you and will continue to be there for you

If he could somehow physically make you better in an instant he would, it hurts him to see scars, dull or new, on you but looks at you with soft eyes. He wants to scold you but Nuala told him that it won't do anything but add to the tension in your brain, so he doesn't say anything. Most of the time when he comforts you he doesn't say much but instead holds you and looks at you lovingly as you sob or sit there quietly

He's a massive advocate for making sure that you're always with him attending just about anything he's got on his schedule. It's one way for him to keep a heavy eye on you and your health but always a better way for him to spend time with you and get used to being a bit softer with you in the long run. He feels like the time he spends away from you adds to your negative thoughts and will not stand for him aiding in such awful behavior

Sundrop

God, you're a walking hazard to him and there's nothing he can do about it. His inability to make your smiles last and your laughter genuine when you're around him drives him off the walls quite literally. It's a lot to handle, especially when he thinks the correct way to help is to just up his energy and the pitch of his voice, it works for kids so why doesn't it work for you? Of course Sun has a different programming for working with adults but purposeful self-harm is... not quite in his protocol for adults or children

What he is good at though, fittingly, is distracting and first-aid when you need it. Blood and particularly dangerous activities are absolutely banned from the daycare, and that includes you. His job, literally, is to entertain and distract which he fully intends to do with you when you come to him for any type of comfort. He lectures you on safety and playing nice with yourself to hopefully prevent you from continuing to think about self-harm

Thankfully though, Sun is rather calm providing first aid to make sure that he doesn't worsen wounds or cause panic. He can tell that you're already particularly worked up and upset so he tries his best to be as quiet and as delicate as he can when tending to you. His softness carries over into caring for you for a bit but he inevitably slips back into hyper-ness after a while. He tends to sing to you after he cleans you up

While he does insist that you stay with him and the kids for most of the day to keep your mind occupied, he also urges you to explore other areas of the pizza plex from time to time to get out of the stuffy daycare. Of course, please come back soon or he's going to worry to death about you and eventually have a guard locate you and bring you back out of his own paranoia of loosing you

#morticia addams x reader #gomez addams x reader #hannibal x reader #hellboy x reader #abe sapien x reader #prince nuada x readr #sundrop x reader #sun x reader #fnaf #slasher x reader

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Who you belong to

Summary: You plan a date night with Wolffe going to a concert for a band you both love. You decided to have some fun and choose a sexy, tempting outfit for your Commander. Turns out the lead singer had his eyes on you and Wolffe needs to remind you who you belong to.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW,18+ (minors pls don't read), biker!Wolffe, sorta possessive Wolffe, jealousy, fingering, kinda public sex, grinding, language, growling, biting, kinda dom!Wolffe, blowjob, Wolffe being Wolffe, soft Wolffe, feelings, mention of a real life band and band member, a few easter eggs as characters, mention of readers looks, a bit long  (I hope I haven't left out anything.)

A/N: This is a gift for my lovely dear also super talented writer (check out her fics!)  friend Gabi! 💖@cloneloverrrrr

I know you love Wolffe and this band so this is especially for you to enjoy! I wrote this in vacay so pls forgive me if I mistyped something. Also this is my first fics post for a very long time so pls be kind. And this is my first ever smuty, spicy fics so Im super excited but also anxious about it. I really hope you'll like it. (I like criticism, but only if you guys are kind and not rude.) And forgive me if something is not correct with the grammar because english is not my first language. There is gonna be a part 2. (smutty!) coming in this week. 

Moodboard made by me in Canva and pictures from Pinterest.

Pls enjoy! 

Satisfied, you looked at yourself in front of the three-part standing mirror. Today promised to be a particularly good day. You finished your job early, so you had time for a pleasant bubble bath and some pampering rituals, which only boosted your confidence even more. Somehow your feminine energies were at a high level today. Several of your customers asked what serum you use, telling you that your skin is almost glowing, and even your hair is shining brighter. Maybe it's the position of the stars, maybe it's the full moon, or even more so, the fact that you happen to be on a date with the hottest Commander of the GAR, Wolffe. Your Wolffe.

Hound introduced you to each other when little tooka kittens moved into the air vent of Fox's office. You were the only applicant who was willing to take in the black and orange colored kittens. Fox and Wolffe were having a few words over a cup of caf when you and Hound arrived at the office. As soon as Wolffe saw you, he knew it was over for him. He fell into you hard, deep and inexorably. He immediately introduced himself, and although you were a bit surprised at first by the approach of the grumpy intimidating clone, you noticed over a little time, the softening of his dark and serious gaze as he looked at you with his silver and whiskey colored eyes. 

You were the only woman who found a crack in his hard, cold armor and moved straight into his heart.

It's been half a year already that you are officially a couple. As far as the strict rules allow. (You had Master Plo's blessing, and that was all that mattered to you. Rules are meant to be broken, anyway.) 

Wolffe has to go on another mission tomorrow, but tonight is all yours. So you certainly had some great plans.

A couple of scented candles in your apartment that made the air smell of pumpkin and cinnamon in honor of the coming autumn. Several outfits have been prepared for your black gothic styled bed and on the soft velvety blankets. The black kitten was sleeping curled up on the cushion of your reading chair. While you swept the orange one off the bed yourself. The little mischievous one really wanted to play with the shoulder strap of the small bag you chose to go with one of the dresses.

Your nails matched your lipstick, which was exactly the same dark rich burgundy as the spicy sweet wine you were sipping while getting ready, and it matched the  love bite marks that Wolffe gave you on your last evenings together. Little gifts, or you can say reminders of who you belong to, and how much he craves you. You loved them, even though they started to fade away a little.

"So it's a good excuse to get some more" you thought cheekily. 

You looked at the outfits, you weren't sure which one to wear, but you were sure of two things you definitely gonna wear. Your new long black vinyl jacket with matching boots and your new black lacy underwear set . The make-up was done, your hair smelled of your favorite shampoo and fell softly in raven black locks on your back, you had already put on your underwear and boots, both of which were surprisingly comfortable. You also talked to two girlfriends on comm.

All three of you lived far from each other, in different rims but you still made time for a little chat several times a week.

You met on a platform where several blogs ran stuff about clones (how little rights they have, how can their situation be helped, what is like dating in such straight circumstances.) and you've been good friends ever since.

One of them used their connections and gifted you two tickets to the concert of your favorite band. You and Wolffe were both fans of Bad Omens, so you couldn't wait for tonight to start. You just asked their advice on what to wear.

"Whatever you choose, knowing the Commander, you won’t be wearing it for long." teased one of them. 

Starting with this, an idea occurred to you!

Risky and bold, but it can turn out well...

You knew that Wolffe would arrive soon, so you said goodbye to your girlfriends and sipped the remaining wine from your glass, making up your mind confidently. You threw your clothes on the floor and only put on your coat. It was perfect: the size, the material, plus it covered enough to not get into an awkward position, as it was long enough. You sprayed a little perfume on yourself, which made you know that Wolffe would only go crazy for you. 

Wolffe had a bike, but not just any speeder bike. It was a big, solid, black, shiny, sport bike. He worked hard for it and put aside all the credit so it could be his. It was his treasure that was guarded with fear until he got to know you. After all, you took the first place in his heart. Anyhow he took great care of her and often maintained her, giving her the name Selene, which is basically the moon goddess in mythology. Until he knew you, she was the only one he cared about, and yes, he even howled sometimes when he drove with her on the capital roads.

He stored it in the small garage belonging to your apartment, which you allowed him to do and for which he showed his gratitude so many times in the form of kisses.

Right now, leaning on the motorcycle, you watch as the person of your desires and love approaches you.

Instead of his usual GAR gear, he wore black pants, boots, and a leather jacket. Smelling like a divine god, woody musk mixed with leather, amber and a hint of bergamot. An elixir that made you crave him more and more every time. 

"Hey handsome. Care for a ride?" you teased him. 

"With a woman like you? Always mesh'la. I will even go to hell with you, it will be heaven for me as long as you are mine and I can kiss you on those lush lips of yours."

You shuddered when you saw his eyes darken, and his seductive tone only made you more aroused. You loved everything about his voice, its depth, the accent, the way he whispered those sinfully sexy words into your ear every night when you were together in his own language.

He wrapped his two strong arms around your waist and kissed you passionately. You haven't seen him in a week, so the kiss quickly turned into tongue and teeth kinda kiss. With this kind of kiss, the world ceases to exist, it's just you and the butterflies in your stomach are about to burst out of excitement and there is only him. His honey-like taste in your tongue, his scent in the air your lungs breathe in, his grip in your body that makes you crazy and his love for you that makes you so utterly obsessed with him. 

You just stayed like that for a while, not paying attention to the outside world, lovingly kissing freely like young lovers. When you separated, both of you were gasping for air and your foreheads touched.

"Miss me that much Commander?" you asked

“So. Very. Kriffing. Much.” 

After every word, he planted a kiss on your lips, emphasizing his truth.

You both put on your helmets and biker gloves headed towards one of the downtown nightclubs on the lower level.

Wolffe drove fast, took the corners confidently, but with certainty. You loved riding a motorcycle with him, the excitement, the feeling of freedom, the fact that your body was almost completely smoothed over his. Wolffe promised that he would teach you to ride a motorcycle after the war, but you knew that together with him you liked riding much more. On the way, the pack members appeared on both sides, Sinker and Comet saluted and waved, and Boost boosted past you at full speed balancing on a rear wheel, all of them howling. You laughed as Wolffe shifted into higher gear more enthusiastically. You thanked the Maker for the hair foam that, when you apply it to your hair and drive at such a high speed, the air creates wonderful tangle-free volume in your hair.

With the tickets, they let you in out of line and you were already inside. Smoke machines and flashing red lights made the concert halls vibe. Upbeat music played that became one with your heartbeat. You chase out several acquaintances in the crowd, to whom you waved enthusiastically. You saw members of the Corrie guard, some troopers from the 501th and the 212th battalions. 

“You look amazing my dear. Absolutely stunning!”

When you heard the familiar chuckle, you turned to Gregor with a big smile as he winked at you from the center of a lady's wreath. He greeted you with two kisses on the cheek, which caused most of the ladies gathered around him to frown glumly with their colorful lips. But you didn't care, you and Gregor were good friends before you got together with Wolffe.

"I see you are not bored. You have quite an amount of pretty ladies as company."

"Well, somehow I have to make up for the time I was gone. And they can't resist the famous 'Gregor charm'." 

When he did his iconic hair straightening motion one girl almost passed out, you just rolled your eyes laughing. Gregor took a good look at you and knew right away.

"Naughty girl! You're gonna kill this poor bastard with your sexiness. Has he noticed it yet?"

"Not yet."

"Good. Play your cards smart dear. And don't sit on cold benches!"

He planted another kiss on your cheek and returned to his ladies. Such a ladies man.

There was a kind of unspoken agreement between you two, when Wolffe was around Gregor would try to flirt with you. This made Wolffe a little jealous and left delicious bruises on your soft skin to your delight while fucking you to heaven. And Gregor's current lady was also jealous and gave the Captain what he wanted much sooner. A win-win situation.

Wolffe put his arms around you. You enjoyed the concert together. You sang the lyrics with the band, you danced as much as the crowd allowed. The music and the atmosphere permeated you completely. You were upbeat and happy, a gorgeous smile was on your face and sparkle in your eyes.

Wolffe looked at you and couldn't get enough of you. He adored you. He was kind of obsessed. Your beautiful appearance, which seems to have been made for him. Your raven and shiny silky hair, your pretty face, your soft and divine body. Your kind heart, which holds so much love. The care that you put in your friendships. The nurture care you showed for the adopted kittens. As you shower his newly acquired war scars with kisses. Your passion for your work. 

He didn't believe in his wildest dreams that he would ever be able to feel this way about someone. 

As he observed you lovingly, he noticed a small blush appear on your cheeks. Then he noticed how the band's lead singer looked at you. Noah kriffing Sebastian was ogling you like you were a delicious dessert to him. Wolffe knew he was your celebrity crush since you were young. Wolffe was no longer paying attention to the music, but to the way the singer almost sang to you, and that he even winked at you. This clearly had an effect on him, because the Commander decided it was time to act. There were two options. He rips out the musician's heart with his bare hands in front of you, or reminds you who you belong to.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't win much with the first move, as he would be arrested and convicted, which would be a lot of paperwork for Fox, leaving option number 2. He took your upper arm and gently but firmly led you out of the crowd and into one of the deserted corridors.

He pinned you to the wall, the cold metal cooling your back. He covers your mouth with his, hot and heavy.

"Wolffe! What's gotten into you?" you asked.

He didn't answer, he just studied your face in silence, the neon lights in the reflection of his cybernetic eyes only made him even more dangerously handsome. The shadows on his face highlighted his strong nose, high cheekbones and attractive lips.

"I decided it's time for a little reminder for you mesh'la. I see you're enjoying the concert too much."

"Yes it's amazing! Aren't you enjoying it?"

"Not really when that bastard singer have eyes on something he shouldn't. I see how he basically eyefucked you. Do you want it mesh'la? Want to fuck him? Don't even get me started on Gregor."

"No. I'm only yours, you know that."

You cupped his face and looked into his eyes, soon you realized regardless, you still get a little reminder how to behave. You smiled at him.

"Good. Now be a good girl, and open up." he commanded.

You obeyed, opened your mouth and looked up at him seductively through your eyelashes.

"Make them wet."

You sucked them in and you gently started to caress his fingers with your tongue and enjoyed the effect you caused him. His eyes are fixed on you, lustful and dark, he swallows, then takes them away from your lips and straight towards your hot, longing center.

That's when he discovers that you're not wearing pants or a skirt. You see the surprise slide across his face and then turn into a satisfied smile. He relaxes his free hand on the belt of the jacket as he unbuttons it, then discovers that you are only wearing your underwear under the jacket, and the thigh high boots. He almost growled with desire.

"Such a dirty girl. You're gonna be the end of me."

He basically groweld in your ears. While he pulled your panties to the side out of his kriffing way and started gently stroking your folds and found that sensitive spongy spot as he slid two fingers into you. You were already wet all evening from the excitement of your choice of clothing and the feelings of his closeness.

His fingers moved rhythmically inside you as he massaged your clit in circular motions with his thumb. You moaned loudly with lust.

"Funny Gregor said that too." you let out a chuckle.

Wolffe suddenly stopped with his motions, eliciting a moan of complaint from you at the lack of his fingers. He grabbed your chin with his fingers wet from your juices, squeezing it a little.

His veins on his neck straining from how hard he's clenching his jaws, the wild nearly homicidal look in those amber colored and silver dark eyes, you began to understand how he came about his name. It aroused you to no end.

"I'm only going to ask this once, and you better have a good answer for me, mesh'la. Who does this pussy belong to? Who do you belong to?"

Maker, you were a whimpering mess, you wanted him so bad to take you right here right now while the concert still plays in the background and with the excitement that anyone could caught you in this position.

"You. Only you Commander." you said

"Will you think about other men when I'm pleasing you?" he asked in a gentle tone but from his eyes you saw how serious he was.

" Never. I'm only yours."

"Wouldn't you like anyone else to touch you like this? Hmm?"

He asked slowly oh so slowly circling your clit with his free hand, the other kept you still by the jaw.

"Are you wishing it was someone elses fingers inside of you? Noah Sebastian maybe? Or Captain Gregor? Do you think they make a better job at knowing you? Loving you like I do?"

His voice was low warm toned, it sent shivers down your spine.

He slipped to fingers in your tight aching cunt. You whined in pleasure wanting more, but he was torturing you with his sweet slow motions. Maker you wanted more.

"No there is only you. Only you my Commander. Oh, Wolffe, give me more! I need to come so bad. I don't want anyone else but you. No rockstar."

"What about the Captain you want him?"

"No, I don't wish for Gregor. Only you my love."

"Good. Don't ever say his name while I'm inside you. Understand that pretty girl?"

You loved it when he spoke to you in his commanding tone.

"Yes."

"Yes, What?" He leaned in closer to you, your lips almost touched.

"Yes, Commander." you said and he let out a satisfied grumble which made your pussy twitch in answer.

Oh, how he loved hearing that rank roll off your lips. Just the thought of it made him rock hard. Just as much as you loved to hear his growls and moans.

You palmed his turgid length through his pants and earned some more pleasant noises from Wolffe.

His fingers begin to swirl on your sensitive bud, you open your legs wider to allow him better access, and let out a small gasp when he gently nibbles your ear. He can feel how wet you get by his movements. His fingers curl in you the way he knows it makes your knees weak you can't help it but to grind into his palm. He starts to explore your neck and jaw gently kissing biting and sucking delicious lovebites on your pale skin.  You can feel you're close to your climax as he moved his hand in you and rubbed on your clit, when he felt your inner muscles clench around him he let out a satisfied growl in your ear, when you decided to lean closer to him and lick a long stripe over his pulse.

"Fuck...Wolffe...I'm close.." you moaned.

"Then cum for me mesh'la, give it to me sweet thing..."

Your climax hit you hard and you felt so wonderfully helpless as the room spun and you saw stars, you heard the music from the still running concert show.

He still had his hand in you still hit that oh so sweet spongy spot to help you ride out your orgasm. Wolffe loved to make you cum. Feeling you fall apart in his arms seeing how beautiful you were and how vulnerable in those moments it turned him on like nothing else.

"Shhh you such a good girl." he shooted you and kissed your forehead. "But you have to earn another one. Is it okay for you sweet thing?"

"Yes. Please. Please I need to taste you Commander."

You knelt down, running your fingers gracefully along his thick muscled legs up towards the zipper. When your hand was on his hardness, you looked up seductively.

"May I Commander suck on your cock sir? "

"Yes you fucking may. I like it when you know how to behave. Good girls get a reward."

Some concern appeared on your face when you saw his huge cock bounce out from his pants. He was perfect and you became more aroused when you see the effect you made on him. You rubbed your red plum lips gently to the tip to smear his salty pre cum then you slid it fully into your mouth ever so slowly and Wolffe let out a sexy hoarse voiced moan. You welcomed him with wet hotness and a tight throat as you moved up and down on his shaft. You tried to take him further, still only getting half way.

Your mouth felt a little dry, since you had been singing and shouting at the concert so far. Wolffe caressed your face lovingly, then turned up your face by the jaw:

"I got you. Open up, pretty girl, let me help you."

You obeyed, you opened your mouth with your eyes closed and felt him kiss you passionately and spit in your mouth.

You couldn't take it, you reached down with your hand and played with yourself until you were now completely wet and hot and could let him into your mouth and suck on him rhythmically up and down. His head fell back in pleasure.

"Just like that...so kriffing good...so good with that pretty mouth of yours."

You gently wrung guttural moans from him. Holding his gaze was hard but something in his gaze just kept you there. You couldn't look away from him.

He had that lustful loving look on you full of feral and hunger for you. Only you can get this reaction out of him. Only you hold this power over him, that makes him rock hard and wild for you.

You enjoyed and valued this power, this connection you two had. Force bond? Fuck that! You two were so perfect, so meant to be. Fucking soulmates.

You might have closed your eyes for these sweet thoughts because you heard his command.

"Don't you dare look away from me mesh'la."

He was satisfied with your quick response because he gently grabbed your hair and with one hand he guided you on his cock.

"That's it, keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I fuck that pretty mouth. "

He couldn't have looked away if he tried to. The way his cock disappeared in and out from your mouth, as your talented tongue worked on him it almost made him lose his mind. If he was gonna die this is the way he wants to leave this life, with you, inside you. Loving you.

"Ah sweetheart I'm close... Will you be good and swallow? You can say the safe word if you want to stop."

You worked on him with more passion and gripped his hips as an answer.

You knew exactly what made him feel heavens, what movements he needed to tip over the edge and cum.

Your pace quickened and your tongue too, his grip tightened in your hair and his moans were louder.

You didn't care about the world around you, what mattered is the two of you, to bring pleasure to each other. And luckily he  chose a well hidden corridor. So you weren't disturbed.

He came hard, his head fell back, eyes closed growling like a real wolf. His salty warm cum came down your throat as you swallowed all of it. He looked down on you with lovesick eyes.

You looked so lovely, your mascara a bit smeared from your tears, your mouth is red glistening with his cum, your hair is messy and your eyes full of emotions.

He helped you up, kept you close to him, kissed you with love and passion.

"I'm so crazy for you mesh'la."

He whispered to your locks when he gave you a forehead kiss. You hugged him tight, intoxicated with his warmness and his cologne.

"Should I help you with something?"

"I just go for a quick touch up in the bathroom." you said.

You went into another corridor with still wobbly legs and acknowledged that there was no line in frotnt of the bathrooms so the show must be still going on.

You only saw a pretty lilac twilek girl press Gregor to the wall kissing him furiously. When he saw you he held his fist out and you fist bumped it while going in the ladies room.

You cleaned yourself up, put on another coat of lipstick, wiped away the smeared mascara and noticed all the lovely bruises your Commander gave you. Your neck was full of maroon colored lovebites, they were very noticable and very sexy on your skin. Wolffe guaranteed everyone saw he marked his territory.

When you went back he was waiting for you, and when you entered the crowd again he whispered to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Don't worry mesh'la the night isn't over yet. I have some plans for you after the concert. When I'm done with you my love, you won't even remember your own name."

...

Part 2. is coming soon!

#commander wolffe x reader #fem!reader #reader insert #commander wolffe #commander wolffe smut #star wars #wolffe x reader #biker!wolffe #cc 3636 #nika's first post

[postapocalyptic-cryptic]

A missing scene from MTMTE, in which there is some deliberation over what should be done with Drift, and exile isn't the first answer Rodimus comes to.

After his conversation with Rodimus, Ratchet wastes no time in storming down to the brig. Quick as he is, he’s not the first one there. There’s a crowd gathered around cell three, and as he gets closer, Ratchet realizes someone’s busted the door open. A dozen members of the crew are inside, beating on Drift.

Drift isn’t fighting back.

“Hey!” Ratchet hollers, and everyone freezes. It’s almost comical. Most of these bastards are young, war-born idiots who still freeze at the sound of an officer’s voice. Good. “Break it up!”

A particularly bold blue and purple much turns to face him. “Are you really going to defend this t--”

“Yes,” Ratchet interrupts. “I am. And unless you want Ultra Magnus to hear about this, I suggest you listen to me.”

Blue-and-purple opens his mouth to retort, but one of his companions grabs his shoulder. Clearly, comms messages are exchanged, and blue-and-purple deflates. The crowd disperses, and Ratchet is left alone with Drift, crumpled on the floor of his cell and staring up at Ratchet with something like awe in his bright optics.

He’s not too badly hurt, all things considered. It’s mostly cosmetic damage, scrapes and dents, but energon splatters the floor and drips from a cut on his right arm, and Ratchet wants to get him to the medbay sooner rather than later. He’s still shackled to the wall, and Ratchet hopes that’s why he made no attempt to defend himself.

“Drift?” he calls, stepping into the cell. No reaction. “Kid? Can you hear me?”

Drift cycles his optics and vents sharply as if awakening from a trance. “Ratchet?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” He kneels at Drift’s side and, when Drift doesn’t move, unlocks the shackle around his wrist. “Come on,” he urges. “Up. I’m taking you to the medbay.”

Drift says nothing. He doesn’t move, doesn’t react other than to angle his finials further back and keep watching Ratchet with that awed, confused look.

“Why didn’t you fight back?” Ratchet asks after a long, silent moment.

Drift just shrugs.

“Let’s go. Up, on your feet. You need some energon in you; Rodimus says you haven’t fueled since Overlord.”

Drift, who had been pulling himself to his feet, freezes at the sound of Rodimus’s name. “Did Roddy say this was alright?”

Ratchet rolls his optics. “He agreed under duress.” He agreed under threat of exposure, he thinks to himself. Selfish bastard.

“Ratchet…”

“Listen, do you want to get out of here, or not?” He tugs Drift’s hand, trying to get him to follow Ratchet to his feet.

“But Rodimus said--”

Ratchet growls. “I don’t care what Rodimus said.”

Drift watches him carefully. When he speaks, it’s just one word: “Why?”

“As far as I’m concerned, the legal system decided you deserve a second chance, and it’s not up to Rodimus to take that away from you.” It’s the truth.

Drift shakes his head sadly. “I’ve already had my second chance, and I blew it. This is what I deserve, and I’ve been trying to get out of the habit of dodging my punishments.”

“This isn’t responsibility, Drift, this is idiocy! You know he’s planning on dropping you off at the nearest prison, right?”

Drift flinches hard. Oh. Ratchet wouldn’t have broken the news to him that way if he’d known-- He would have been gentler. He’s never been good at that.

“I,” Drift starts. “If that’s what he thinks is best.”

“Damnit, kid, listen to yourself! You spend half the time expecting everyone to just forget your past, and the other half expecting them to shoot you for it. What is with you?”

“It’s what I--”

“If you say it’s what you deserve,” Ratchet warns, “I swear I’ll start screaming.”

Drift yanks his hand of of Ratchet’s. “It is! You know what I’ve done, Ratchet.”

“You’re right. I do. I also know what Rodimus did.” Drift cringes. “And I know he’s using you to get out of his own punishment.”

“He’s the captain,” Drift argues. “The crew--”

“Exactly! He’s the captain, so he should bear the responsibility. That’s how it’s supposed to work. That’s what Optimus would want. He would want Rodimus to own up to his mistakes, not shove them off onto the nearest vulnerable idiot with a guilt complex.”

“Ratchet…”

“Drift. Listen to me. You infuriate me. You are, without a doubt, the most annoying, most difficult person I have ever met, and that’s saying something. Despite that, for some Primus-forsaken reason, I care about you, and I know you deserve a second chance. Yes, even if you blew the first few. That’s how life works, kid. You can’t just give up.”

Drift stares at him, tears welling in his optics. He frowns, searching for something in Ratchet’s face or field or aura or whatever, and then, without warning, surges forward and hugs him so tightly Ratchet feels something in his spinal struts pop. “Thank you,” he whispers like a prayer.

“It’s gonna be okay, kid. I promise you, we will make it okay.”

#and then drift is still exiled #dratchet #drift #ratchet #idw #mtmte #more than meets the eye #tf #transformers #tagging the shit out of this I'm proud of it #maccadam

[how-do-i-delete-this-acc]

falling in love with kozume kenma.

best friends → lovers kenma x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: i only proofread half of it sorry, female reader

a/n: this is basically the same thing as my suga one so maybe i'll make a series of falling in love and then dating with different hq characters?? i dunno it could be cute but we'll see it

kenma was your best friend. always had been. well, him and tetsu anyways.

your family and the kuroo family were family friends, so tetsu was basically your older brother. he was the annoying, good-for-2 things-brother.

you met kenma in elementary school only because he became friends with tetsu, but you became friends quickly. you had a shyer personality around people that you didn't know, but were pretty bubbly around people you felt comfortable with. because whenever you hung out with kenma tetsu was there, you had no problem being yourself.

however, as you further got to know him and spent more time with him, he was just as much a friend to you as he was to tetsu. he changed from "tetsu-nii's (yes you used to call him tetsu-nii as an elementary school student bc of how much of a brother he was to u) friend to "my friend."

at first glance, kenma was quiet. he was shy. he didn't like people. but when you got to known him more, you learned that he had a kind heart and a sweet, chill, easily-flustered personality. you learned that he liked playing video games because they were an escape to the world around him. you weren't very good at them, but you liked watching him play them and would occasionally try when he offered. you learned that even if he covered it up with slightly sarcastic or grumpy remarks, he deeply cared for those he loved.

and you were one of those.

as a child, you were unable to differentiate platonic and romantic love. all you knew was that you loved kenma, and your 7-year old butt always made sure to let him know.

every time you saw him, your eyes lit up, you ran towards him, gave him a big hug, and told him you loved him with a smile on your face. his reaction was always a gentle hug, (you were literally the only person he touched as a kid) and a quiet "love you too," with red ears and rosy cheeks.

because of the love you felt for kenma, you assumed that it was romantic love, so you told kenma that the two of you should date. he agreed with his signature red ear and rosy cheek combo, and that was the start of your and kenma's relationship.

you held hands, gave him hugs, ran over to his house and to the park for little "dates," and told him that you loved him everyday. this was nothing particularly out of the ordinary, because you did that before your "relationship," but the one thing that changed was that you gave your first kiss to 7-year old kozume kenma. your parents thought that you two's "relationship" was absolutely adorable, and even tetsu thought that it was kinda cute.

as the two of you aged into high schoolers, you were uncertain of your relationship with kenma. technically, the two of you never really "broke up." your relationship had stayed the same throughout the years, and your "relationship" had never really been discussed.

the two of you still held hands, gave hugs, and said "i love you," because of the comfort both of you found in familiarity and routine. cuddling, crying and venting to each other, and building your minecraft world together was relaxing, and it felt like home. you truly cherished the time that you spent with him. yet somehow, even though you two did all this together, you couldn't really tell if kenma meant it platonically or romantically.

your friends always asked the two of you were dating, and you always brushed it off, because in truth, you didn't know. you didn't know if kenma considered the two of you a couple just because your elementary-school relationship technically never ended.

as high school went on, you were unsure of what your relationship with kenma was. neither one of you dated at all in high school, which added another layer of uncertainty to the whole situation. but one thing you were certain of was your feelings for him. you weren't sure when it started, but your platonic love for kenma had become romantic. you never dared to ask kenma about your relationship, though. you were too nervous.

at this point, all of your friends knew that your relationship with kenma was a bit complicated

soon enough, your senior year of high school had finished, so big boy tetsu took you, his basically-little-sister, kenma, his best friend, yamamoto-kun, his crazy junior, and fukunaga-kun, his oddly funny junior, out to eat.

you were friends with fukunaga-kun and yamamoto-kun, partially because they were tetsu and kenma's teammates, but also partially because they were your fellow third-years.

the five of you had a ton of fun, and it was just a really chill night.

you got pretty tired part way through, so you rested on kenma's shoulder and dozed off for a bit. it wasn't unusual for the two of you to cuddle, but kenma hated it whenever his teammates touched him. the most physical contact he was willing to do with them was a quick high-five after a good play, so it was a huge shock for yamamoto and fukunaga to see him not only be ok with it, but also enjoy it??

"woah!! kenma, getting a little.. lovey over there.. OOOOO" yamamoto teased, making annoying kissey faces in the air.

kenma shot you a glance to make sure you were asleep before mumbling a, "shut up, tora."

yamamoto paused for a moment. kenma hadn't denied anything.

"wait kenma.. are you two actually.. dating?!" yamamoto interrogated, somewhat in a state of shock at the mere thought of hermit-crab-doesnt-talk-to-anyone-kenma not only dating someone, but hermit-crab-doesnt-talk-to-anyone-kenma dating someone before him. "kuroo-san.. did you know about this?"

and that was when you woke up.

"it's.." kenma started. he sighed. "honestly, i don't know."

you kept your eyes shut. what was he talking about?

"tell us about it." fukuyama suggested. "maybe it'll help."

kenma let out a long exhale. "don't make fun of me, but when we were in elementary school, we had a little elementary school relationship, and we.. technically never broke up."

woah. you thought. he still remembers that?

"i know it's stupid because we were in elementary school, but i keep finding myself, like, overthinking 'nd stuff because maybe she like-likes me and she never broke it off for a reason but like maybe she just forgot, or like, I DONT KNOW!" exclaimed, exasperated and at this point grumpy.

tetsu let out a chuckle. "sounds like you're pretty far in love."

kenma blushed. "i guess."

you couldn't believe your ears.

that was when you fell asleep again, and missed out on the rest of the conversation.

you awoke to kenma setting you down gently on your bed.

"kenma..?" you asked sleepily. "what.. happened?"

he chuckled. cute. "you fell asleep and i carried you back."

you blushed. and that was when you remembered the conversation kenma had with his teammates and tetsu.

"kenma?"

"yeah?"

"im gonna tell you something right now, but you have to promise not to get mad."

"ok.. i promise."

"pinky promise?"

"pinky promise."

you took a deep breath. "part way through my nap i.. woke up and overheard a.. conversation."

you could see the panic and fear in his eyes.

"i.. overheard that you still think about how we never broke up our elementary school relationship."

kenma looked away, extremely nervous. "it's not really that big a deal.. i was being o-overdramatic." kenma was such a bad liar. always had been.

"you were?"

"y-yeah."

"oh.. well i still think about it."

kenma's head shot up. "you do?"

"yeah." you smiled. "and i like you, by the way. in a romantic way."

kenma's ears and cheeks weren't just red, his whole body shot up like 100 degrees.

"i.. do too." he mumbled with a blush and a slight smile.

he took a deep breath and the redness decreased. slightly. "uh.. i know that this might not be the most.. romantic.. moment, but will you be my girlfriend, l/n y/n? if you weren't already." redness +430.

you smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear. "yes." and pulled him into a kiss.

and it was perfect.

you weren't having an intense kiss on a grass field atop a hill in a cute dress with wind flowing through your hair and flowers he gave you in your left hand's clutch, but you were happier than you would've been if you were. it was sweet, romantic, take no. 2, chill yet passionate, relaxed, at home, a little messy and inexperienced, and perfectly imperfect. just like how you predicted your now-official-official relationship with the love of literally your life, kozume kenma.

and that was when tetsu and your mom walked in. your parents wanted to give you a glass of water because they figured kenma had already left, and tetsu wanted to wake you up to discuss what kenma had ranted about, knowing that you felt the same way.

they walked in, did a simultaneous gasp, and walked straight out, a smile on your mom's face and a smirk on tetsu's.

to both of your horrors, you heard tetsu's hyena laugh and the giggling of your mother, followed by an excited "be-ready-for-when-he-comes-home phone call to his as soon as the door shut.

it was extremely embarrassing, to say the least. but at the end of it, your whole relationship would probably be filled with this. and you would have to learn to ignore it. because, if you were going to date the man who stayed by your side your whole life, you were willing to go through anything.

BONUS BC I FELT LIKE IT

the next day, you received many "OMG OMG OMG" texts from your friends. why?

because kuroo tetsuro the dumbass™ chose to tell EVERYONE in his contacts that his basically-little-sister and his best friend got together FINALLY.

yeah, he teased you relentlessly that night. he didn't even wait a full night to make fun of the two of you for not discussing the exact same problem.

but even though he made fun of both of you, he honestly found this situation quite endearing, as you two were his lifelong ship.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

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[onsunnyside]

Ngl,

I always got the feeling Mace never got laid enough and that’s one of the reasons he was so moody (also the fact he was RIGHT about the change of course being a bad idea and EVERYONE fucking ignored him). Methinks maybe the Icarus II crew decides to take matters into their own hands and either do a bit of fluffy matchmaking between Mace and the sunshiney optimist reader or maybe Y/N confronts him about his mean behaviour and he shows her how ‘mean’ he can really be… and suddenly Mace is walking around like the cat that got the cream and Y/N is… well, the cream.

he was very right 🫡 he deserved better 🫡🫡

🌟 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

this !! this is the sunshine romance i want 😫 moody grump!Mace picks fights with everyone, physically fights with Capa and throws a damn fit when someone disagrees with him. the whole crew find it very irritating and even considers quarantining him just to have some calm, but then they notice how he's quiet, relaxed, bearable, and maybe even a little happy when you're around (which isn't that often bc you're usually in the lab, messing with equations or helping Cora with the garden). and ofc, for the sanity of the team, they play match-maker 🫢 let's combine those ideas:

"Y'know... you could be nicer to Capa, he's a good guy."

Mace finished the last of his dinner, gathering your plate and walking to the sink.

"You're a good guy too," You add, fearful you might have overstepped already. You liked Mace a lot, enough that you get butterflies whenever he's around. "I know it seems lonely and different out here, but we only have each other."

"I know, I know." He exhales, muscles tense under his shirt, "I think I'm just really frustrated."

"Um, I'm sure you could get some private time in the gym and work out all that tension."

Mace snorts, turning around and leaning on the counter. His built arms cross over his chest and his sleeve strains over his bicep, exposing a peek of his tattoo. "The kind of frustration I have can't be relieved alone."

It takes a few moments for you to understand, and when you do, your eyes widen. "Oh! That's—That's, um..." Heat washes over your body, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

"You do that a lot."

Gnawing on your lip, you twiddle your fingers. "Do what?"

"Apologize when you shouldn't." Mace returns to the table, this time right next to you instead of across. "You're the softest out of all of us. The optimist, the caregiver, the friend, whenever one of us needs someone to lean on or vent to, you're there."

He hesitantly reaches out, grasping your chin to turn you to face him. You look so nervous, like a sudden noise could send you into hiding. Soft, yeah, you're really soft.

"You must be so tired, huh? Taking care of everyone else and forgetting about yourself." His thumb gently tugs your bottom lip, releasing it from between your teeth, "I could take care of you, sunshine. You just gotta say the word."

uhm... sweet daddy!mace anyone ?? 😪😪 he'd be so protective over you, he'd make sure you're eating and staying hydrated, getting lots of sleep and staying away from work on particularly tough days bc you get overwhelmed sometimes 🥺 space was isolating and lonely and you had a mission to complete. it felt like the pressure was never-ending, but Mace is always there to take the weight off your shoulders, make you forget about all those worries and just breathe 🥺🥺

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