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tremendum · 1 year

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(gif not mine) pairing: din djarin x afab!reader (gender not specified, descriptions of afab genitalia) rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.) requested: yes, here !!! word count: 2.7k summary: Din lets out a shaky sigh, finally turning around in the chair to face you, legs spread slightly, "it's not like- I don't not want to- I just haven't-I don't know where to start." warnings: SMUT. there’s like no plot. teasing, PiV (unprotected), Din has a praise kink, he begs, inexperience, loss of virginity, brief allusion to rough sex if you squint, yall cant convince me Din isn’t a stuttering little mess, riding in the pilot’s seat!!, sliiiight dom!reader, slight discussion of Din being ashamed he’s a virgin, idk what else tbh notes: thank u for requesting this! i just wrote it in like 30 mins haha. i hope yall like it i love my space cowboy boyfriend <3 this is unedited. reblogs/comments always motivate me hehe

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you stare at the cold metal in front of you.

it stares back silently.

your hand is itching to just go knock, to raise a few inches and rap your knuckles upon its shimmering, textured surface; it'll be so simple. so easy, definitely one of the easier things you've ever done.

but the conversation that awaits on the other side- well.

that's not so simple.

"why don't you go over there, Din?" a glint of beskar as his head whips to you, alarmed. thrown off. a head tilt of irritation, "excuse me?" a raise of your eyebrows, "oh, sorry, didn't realize we were playing innocent." you jut your chin towards the young woman who stands, twirling her hair and making bedroom eyes at Din from across the bar. jealousy curls up your throat - he'd been staring in her direction since you'd arrived, too. "come on, she's been staring at you the whole time. go- go do your thing."

"that isn't funny." he mutters, causing the chilled pint of ale between your fingers to sear you as you flush. tough crowd. "why do you assume I'm joking, hm?" you tilt your head again and he shakes his head. it's painful, the way you and Mando have been dancing around each other for weeks. a brush of a leather hand on the small of your back, a kind chuckle at something you say, your hands soothing over the thick cowl that hides his sore knots - the ones that form in his shoulders from carrying the jetpack - a murmur of your name when you're in danger, the curling of your hand around his arm in crowded public spaces. you're sure it's torture, but it seems neither one of you can make the move.

"she's not looking at me like- like anything." he dismisses, arms curling over themselves in a cross of defense. you hum a laugh; who wouldn't look at Mando like that?

"oh, c'mon. jus'go up and talk to her. she's probably dying for a big man like you to toss her around." you elbow him, winking. a slick, regretting coil of envy curls around your stomach as you take in the way his helmet tilts from you back to her; what the fuck are you doing? you silently beat yourself up, cheeks hot with the swirling complacency that befalls you following several drinks of ale. you sound like a complete moof milker as you let yourself encourage Mando to- to what, pursue another woman?

how does that make sense to your brain?

there's an echoing thud as Din slams his fist hard on the bartop. you jump, eyes wide as he shakes his head, turning to stalk straight out the doors, leaving you behind in his anger.

yeah. the wall has never been so daunting before.

you know you upset him earlier. he's been cooped up inside his bunk the whole night after you returned alone from the cantina, and no matter how much you've tried to ignore it, you know that it's your fault that you've made him angry.

your fist raises.

the metal whooshes before you can make contact, though, and your eyes meet the hard chest of beskar before you can take a step back. a soft oh leaves your lips as his helmet tilts microscopically down towards you for a moment; he's pushing hard past you with a fierce silence and without a second glance in your direction.

"wait!" you call as he disappears up into the cockpit, the silence sterile in the Crest as he stalks out of view. you chew your lip as you scramble to follow him, knowing you at least owe it to him to apologize for what you'd said.

he's sitting in the cockpit, fiddling with the controls as you soon start to engage in liftoff protocols; a thudding jolt as the Crest lifts off sends you stumbling into the chair as you stare, wide-eyed, shocked at Mando's abrupt behavior. he didn't even warn you that he was preparing your next track.

you try; you really do. seven different attempts - yes, you counted them - to get him to speak, casually commenting on the smoothness of the Crest after your last maintenance day, asking him if he remembered the coolant you'd forgotten a few cycles ago, telling him about Grogu catching a flying-Banda and swallowing it whole mid-air; stupid shit.

all you got in response was silence.

a sigh, maybe - his helmet wouldn't turn anywhere near you, and your glare cuts through the glinting on his head as stars race above you. it was just like when you'd first met, agreeing to go with him and work maintenance or grogu-sit when he needed it, and existing in weeks of silent tension, the man surrounded in so many walls that he could be armor-less and still the most impenetrable person in the galaxy.

he was cold. you'd pushed him back into the shell you'd spent months working to chip away.

"Din." you say flatly, crossing your arms. he doesn't respond; not even a huff, or a grunt, or a movement of muscle to indicate he heard the word.

"look, I just- I want to apologize. okay?" you say desperately, shaking your head. but he catches you off guard yet again as he speaks up, voice heavy and more hot than normal; like he's been stewing with his thoughts for far too long.

"-I don't want some random woman. I don't just sleep with anybody because I think they're attractive." his voice moves through the cockpit in defiance and you sit back in your chair, blinking for a moment. oh.

you clear your throat, unsure how to approach what he's said; a sick, twisted part of you scowls at his insinuation that he'd found the woman from the bar attractive; but of course he did. she was. and you're unable, still, to deny the throbbing ache of desire that dully spreads through you at the very dim prospect that you are not just a random woman to him.

"I was out of line. I over-stepped." you try again.

"do you think I'm upset that you teased me back at the cantina?" he clips, taking you off-guard. your brows furrow, tilting your head, "y-yes?" it comes out like a question of your own, in your doubt.

he sighs. the weight of it smashes you back as you furrow your brows; he will not go into another bout of silence again, you won't let him. no.

"what is it, Din?" you ask gently, leaning your elbows onto your knees.

he breathes out, hand twitching by his side. "I just-"

you're not sure what spurs his sudden admission; be it from frustration or a genuine desire to confide in you, his only companion besides a 50-year-old baby.

"I don't have- I don't have much experience." he admits, voice laced with embarrassment. he sounds much more unsure of himself than normal. "because of the Creed- I have lived differently than others."

oh. oh.

you flood with emotion, eyes flying wide. "oh, Din-" you feel like you're on fire in embarrassment, shaking your head in regret, "I'm- I didn't even think about that. I shouldn't have-"

"please," he almost whimpers it, "stop."

you do.

he lets out a shaky sigh, finally turning around in the chair to face you, legs spread slightly, hands on his lap. "it's not like- I don't not want to- I just haven't-I don't know where to start."

you nod, throat dry. his composure, the sweet genuine tilt in his voice; your underwear slicks as you wait for him to continue. the air feels... thick with anticipation.

he's breathing more shallowly, his hands gripping his beskar thighs as he keeps your gaze. "I don't...know how to get what I want from..." he stops, his helmet fully facing you. your words are dead on your tongue as you stare at him; your heart thunders as you beg him to say it.

"from you." he finishes, body still as he awaits your reaction.

heat spreads through your entire body as you stare at him, fire licking your fingertips. he wants- he wants you. he wants you.

you swallow your fears in one sentence, "have you considered... asking?"

your voice has it's desired effect. his chest almost shivers as he lets out a soft breath, hands clenching as you stand from your seat to walk, slowly, towards his chair. you're more than thankful you'd had the thought to change from your hunting clothes; your shorts, breezy and loose, sit barely below the curve of your ass and you don't miss the way Din's helmet moves with the sway of your hips.

his helmet tilts to stare up at you when you set your hands on each side of his arm rests, leaning in close. you can smell his scent as you smile sweetly, "I would say yes, you know." you whisper next to his helmet as he lets out a strangled noise.

it’s a split second before he shakily groans. "I want you." he finally gasps, "I need you."

you let out your own shaky breath as arousal floods your underwear, arousal swirling in your stomach. "I want you too, Din." you press a soft kiss to his forehead, the cool beskar tingling your heated, desiring lips.

his hands remain clenched until you slide yourself onto his lap, settling yourself to straddle him in the pilot's chair, a fantasy you've imagined almost every night since you've met the man. you don't even suggest removing the beskar; he deserves to be comfortable as possible, and you flush when you realize you like the sharp bite of the metal on your bare skin.

your hands explore the long, sturdy planes of his chest and neck, over the ruched material, threads loose under the tips of your fingers, armor cold. you can feel him under your aching heat; he's already semi-hard, his breath falling from his helmet in breathy grunts as you slowly, gently rock against him. "you can touch me, Din."

it's like he's snapped to life; hands fly up to your hips, tugging your chest impossibly close as he mutters into your ear, "fuck, cyare."

it starts slow; your bodies glued to each other, exploring every inch you'd desire to discover before, the blue-electric lights of hyperspace coaxing the two of you into a dreamlike state.

but he gets desperate quick.

he's groaning, straining hard and thick against his flightsuit; as your hand falls to palm him as you rock your clothed clit over the material, you're momentarily concerned that if you aren't warmed up before taking him, he may not fit. "you're so big, Din." you whisper as your lips flutter along the seam of skin exposed between his helmet and cowl. he lets out a moan of your name, one hand pulling you by your back towards him, the other digging into the plush of your ass, sneaking under the fabric of your sleep shorts.

"cyare, please-" he gasps, voice begging, "need to- need to be inside you."

you smile, kissing the hot skin of his pressure point, tongue slinking up as his heart pounds. "there, that's how you ask, Din."

you press another kiss to him, your hands moving to undo his flight suit, pulling his thick cock out; he ruts upwards with a sharp moan, hand digging into your ass so hard it may leave marks.

pre-cum leaks out of him in beads; he's so goddamn hard, whimpering at your touch. you feel your slick dampen your thighs through your underwear, shivering with desire.

you pull your underwear to the side swiftly, rising onto your knees as he stables your hips up above him. his chest sputters, grunting as you start to move your hips, teasing him with your velvety wet cunt.

broken grunts of Mando'a leave his helmet, his fists tightening as his helmet falls back to thud against the back of his pilot's chair. "please, mesh'la, please." he mutters.

you can't wait any longer; soon you're shifting, prodding yourself over his head, gently taking just a bit of him inside you. your gasps are in tandem at the tight, warm stretch; "Din, y'gonna fill me up so well."

he moans at that, hands rising to hold your shoulders, his thick, muscled arms swallowing your frame as he hums, "fu-uck, n-need you mesh'la."

you nod, your breath fogging up his helmet as you desperately shift your hips, preparing to take him into you. and then slowly, you let your legs relax slightly.

"M-Maker-" Din stutters, the weight of his helmet dropping onto your shoulder as you slowly lower yourself; his cock, thick and warm, eases you open gently, the pain of his stretch curling your toes in your boots. “yes,” you hiss, swallowing dryly as your hands, stabilizing themselves on his neck and shoulder, grip tight.

you have to ease yourself down onto him; his hips buck up harshly, as if he can't help himself, his tip sheathing so far into you that it prods at your tender cervix, causing you to yelp in pleasure.

"s-sorry." he mutters, hands shaking as he holds on to you, "can't-f-fuck, it feels so- you feel so warm. y'so tight. ’m not gonna-"

you nod desperately, starting to move yourself, fucking him slow as his hands hold you.

"feels good. you're so good, you're so good for me." you mutter, causing his cock to twitch deep inside you. he moans loud as you mutter praises, his cock so deep; dragging through your walls, hitting an angle which nudges that delicious spot inside you.

a groan of your name has you smiling as you suck a mark dark onto his neck; you start to build up the pace, the simmering arousal soon spurring you to chase the building pleasure.

"yes, yes." you nod, peppering kisses over his throat, nails clawing to expose more of the forbidden, golden skin. you feel him clench below you; his hard, cold thighs tense under the beskar, the muscles of his abdomen flexing under the protection as the lewd noise of your connection echoes through the cockpit.

he's close, you know it.

you want him to cum, you want him to be consumed by it; you want him to consume you, you want to consume him. you tug him as you maintain your pace, legs burning as you chase your own orgasm.

"y'gonna cum, Din?" your voice is laced sultry and aroused, fogging his helmet as he nods, broken moans of ecstasy leaving his helmet. "yes, f-fuck- I-"

"yes, cum, baby." you mutter, his hips soon spurring to thrust up and meet your own movements, the pet name making him shiver. you let out a yell, cracking with pleasure as he holds you immediately to you, his whimpers echoing with your moans.

he finishes with a moan of your name and a slam of his fist hard onto the console next to you; all of the lights in the cockpit shut off at his action but you can barely notice as his orgasm paints your channel, hot and thick. you're out of breath as he rides out his high, ropes of cum filling you.

he twitches inside of you as you stutter to a stop, your wetness causing a stain on his flightsuit below you.

his head lifts from your shoulder, voice wrecked, chest panting. "you didn't- you didn't finish." he sounds confused, embarrassed.

you flush at his statement - he just had sex for the first time, and is disappointed you didn't cum? you let your hands rub soothing circles over the parts of his shoulders that aren't covered with armor.

"n-no, Din- that was 'bout you." you sigh, pressing a gentle kiss to the contoured beskar of his cheek. "we have next time." you ensure him, gasping as his hips still rock up into you gently, his softening cock pushing his cum deeper inside of you; holding it there.

keeping him inside you.

he stiffens, head rising to look at you. "no." he mutters, his hands dragging down your spine, catching on your hips, sliding back up to grope your breasts. "show me how to make you cum now. please, mesh'la."

another rush of arousal floods you, shivers running down your body as you grin with a flush. resisting a loud moan of desire, you nod gently. "okay."

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mochiwrites · 8 days

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They say when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.

Scar never believed in it, not after dying twice, both times having been caught off guard. He didn't have time to reflect on the life he'd been leaving behind, not when everything happened so fast, not when to Scar it was like blinking before he was surrounded by total black.

But as he lay in the sand, letting the wind sweep over his weakening body, he starts to look back. He starts from the beginning, from setting Etho's tree on fire to pulling Grian into the desert on Pizza. He thinks of his second death to the ravine, how Grian's scream had been the thing to accompany him on his brief journey to blackness. He thinks of holding Grian in his arms as they celebrate a successful trap, or their hours spent digging a bunker.

Scar thinks of their ruined home, the place he'd always return to.

It's funny, how different this death feels to the other two times. Maybe that's because there's no coming back from this one. This is it. This is the end for Scar. His final breath.

He stares up at the big beautiful blue sky, and there is no longer any red to cloud his vision. If he had any energy left, he'd probably smile. All he can muster is the smallest twitch of his lips, blood drying on his chin.

A shadow fills his vision, and Scar has just a few seconds to see Grian's bruised face enter from the corner. He sees tears welling in those red eyes, one or two rolling down his cheeks as he picks up Scar's fading, cold body, pulling it tight to his chest.

Scar wishes he could reach out, he wishes he could press his palm into Grian's cheek and tell him not to cry. He much prefers it when Grian is laughing, when he's smiling. It suits him much better than this guilt ridden expression. Why are you crying? He wants to ask. You won! Scar is happy he won.

"I'm sorry Scar," Grian shakily whispers into his hair, his wings wrapping around the two of them like a shield. Scar isn't sure what he needs to shield them from, not anymore. The ghosts? Surely they aren't interested in this. In them. "I'm so sorry."

It's to Grian's warmth that Scar fades away, eyes fully shutting as he finds he's lost the energy, the will, to keep himself alive. Scar's purpose is complete, Grian is alive and well, and that's all that matters to him. He's okay with saying goodbye.

He joins the living dead, nothing more than a spirit.

He returns to the image of Grian hugging Scar close, yet as a ghost. His body is see through, he is no longer a corporeal being. Even as a ghost, he's returned right to where his heart and his soul rests, he's returned to his home, to his Grian. Scar doesn't question it. Of course he's ended up back here, back to the other half of his heart.

Grian had said once that everything in their story was dead.

Maybe it was just Scar being an optimist, but he liked to think that their story didn't have to end in death. Maybe it had just been Scar looking to a life after this, where there will be more laughter, more pranks and joy, more warmth shared. Scar liked to think that they were in control of their narrative, that not everything was dead, because they were alive.

But looking as Grian grieves over Scar, he wonders if Grian had always thought they were dead from the start.

As a ghost, Scar is forced to stand there as Grian rises on shaking legs. "Just one life left," he says, and Scar's nonexistent heart leaps to his throat.

"Grian, stop," he pleads, but his voice is nothing more than the breeze of the wind. He's helpless, unable to reach his partner as he takes slow, agonizing steps toward the edge Monopoly Mountain, right beside Pizza's grave. "Grian," Scar begs. It wasn't supposed to go this way.

Drops of blood fall from Grian's bloodied knuckles, staining the sand below. He walks toward the edge, and Scar follows, trying to reach out to him. Yet his hand phases right through Grian's back, never making contact.

Scar's heart breaks.

What else can the king of death do but watch his ever faithful knight follow him to where he should not?

#scarian #trafficshipping #desert duo #mochi writes #tw death #tw implied suicide #HAPPY THIRD LIFE DAY #HAVE SOME SCAR ANGST YIPPEE #I made myself cry LMAO

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luveline · 6 months

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could you please write an early!roan fic where maybe she thinks Y/N is actually just coming around to spend time with her and then she finds out that it’s actually cause of her eddie, and gets all grumpy like “i thought you loved me” and Y/N comforts her “i do love you, but i also love your dad!”

thank u for requesting!! eddie and roan 1k, fem

There's a distinct smell of burned toast coming from the trailer. You trust Eddie but you rush up the steps anyhow, alarmed to find him coughing in the kitchen, window thrown open.

"Will you take her?" he asks you immediately.

You spy Roan sitting at the kitchen table and swap her for your bag of groceries. She gasps and giggles at your sudden appearance, quick to wrap her arms around your neck when you offer your embrace. You walk her to the open door and stand there sucking in clean breaths as Eddie fans a dish towel around under the smoke alarm. "What's dad burning?" you ask.

"Um. Bagels?"

You rub her shoulder. "Hey, I missed you, huh? It's been a long time since I saw you."

"I missed you too!" Roan says quickly, eager, wrapping her arms tighter around your neck to squish your cheeks together.

You smile into her hug. You and Eddie have been busy once again, and when you did manage to steal a date night, Ro was at Wayne's. You really have missed the little girl and you intend to show it, stroking your fingers through her hair gently. She dissolves like always.

"Shit," Eddie says, throwing two blackened bagels into the sink and running the water. "Shit, fuck. I'm sorry, girls, I don't know where my head's at."

"Cream cheese can't fix that."

"It's okay, dad," Roan says. "We can get burgers."

"I can't always feed you burgers, babe, it's not good for you." Eddie rubs his hair out of his face. "And Y/N just got here from work, she doesn't wanna go out again." You're dying to flop on their couch, but if she wants a burger for dinner, who are you to stop her? Still, Eddie puts his foot down. "No, bub. I'll make some more bagels. It'll be yummy. We have salami and everything."

"Uh," she whines, laying back in your arms. You nearly drop her. You laugh at her dramatics as she slowly drags herself back up, her eyes practically sparkling with an idea. "Me and you can go get burgers," she whispers.

"I really am tired. Let's get burgers on the weekend, maybe." You don't like letting her down but you have to be a united front with Eddie. Usurping his authority helps no one, especially when she wants something she isn't going to get today. "And I'd miss dad."

"Who cares about dad?" she says.

You laugh. "I do! He's my boyfriend."

"He's your what?"

Eddie looks up from where he's cleaning. The burned bagels have been disposed of, the kitchen sink washed out and the toaster cleared of scorched crumbs. "You knew that, Ro." He sounds puzzled.

"He's my prince," you say. "You know? The prince to my princess Polly."

"What?" Roan stares at you with an extremely amusing expression, her eyebrows tugged in betrayal.

"Sweetheart, you know me and daddy are together, don't you?" you ask, hosting her higher on your hip. "That's why we go on dates and stuff. And why he brings me flowers, why we had that anniversary dinner, remember, with the melted chocolate?"

"I thought you loved me."

"I love you so much," you say, looking to Eddie for assistance. He seems as lost as you feel. "Like, so much. But I love dad too. He's hard not to love, isn't he? He's handsome and funny, and he makes great grilled cheese–"

Roan does not look happy. She pushes at your chest to be put down and sprints out of the kitchen to her bedroom, where you hear a clattering of things being pushed over and a whine filled to the brim with attitude.

"Should I…"

Eddie shakes his head. "In a minute. Let her be angry for a bit. This is her first heartbreak."

You meander into him and pinch his waist. "Don't say that to me, that's awful. Poor baby, did she really not know we were dating?"

"Of course she knows. She just forgets, 'cos she loves you and she thinks you're best friends" He wraps an arm over your shoulders. "Wow. I wonder if she thinks of me as the third wheel when we hang out."

You take the bread knife out of his hand. "Don't bother with that. We're getting burgers."

Eddie's laugh is more of a girly, cute giggle, like he's just had a shot. You elbow him in the stomach until he cuts it out, and beg forgiveness for being grouchy with a hug. You press your face into his neck and huff. "I missed you before you got me in trouble," you mumble.

"Nuh-uh, that had nothing to do with me." He kisses your temple. "She loves you. It's nice. It's… You're awesome. It's great that she thinks you love her more than you love me, even if she's wrong."

"I do love her more than I love you."

"Are you trying to piss us both off? You can go get burgers by yourself."

Roan is face down in her bed when you knock on her door a couple of minutes later, completely still. You pick up the plushies she's flung off her bed and sit them up in pride of place against the wall. "Princess, you know I love you," you say. "Don't you?"

"Yeah."

"But you know I love daddy too?"

"Ugh." She shakes her head in disgust.

"Ugh," you say agreeably. "You're my favourite, though."

She turns very slightly to peek at you. "I am?"

"Obviously. That's why I just told dad we were going for burgers whether he wanted to or not." You tickle her side until she laughs and turns on her back to escape you. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, I wasn't trying to. We're still friends, right?"

"We're best friends."

"That's what daddy said." You scoop her up into your side for a squish. "We're best friends forever," you whisper.

She leans up to rub her nose against yours.

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luvv4choso · 2 months

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gojo scribbling on ur face when ur asleep

warnings: fluff, nothing tbh

a/n: I'm gonna make a nsfw or sfw alphabets for characters so please send some requests!!!

synopsis: gojo gets his revenge by drawing on ur face :)

divider creds: animatedglittergraphics-n-more

"baby im not going anywhere, im just going to take a nap." you tell your clingy boyfriend for the millionth time. "don't leave mee! I'll be alone by myself!!" satoru whines as he tugs on your arm. you roll your eyes at him "toru let me sleep!" you wailed while trying to pull his hand off your arm. satoru pouts dramatically "oh so you don't love me anymore?" he exclaims, crossing his arms dramatically. you groan with defeat, "I still love you I just want a nap, goodnight!" you say as you close the bedroom door in his face. Satoru sighs loudly, making sure you could hear him. he wanted to make the situation seem more depressing then it actually was. he was offended, how could you do this to him? he needed a way to get you back. after seconds of thinking he knew exactly how to get you back.

squeeeek! the market drags on your cheek. satoru covers his mouth with his hand, not wanting to wake up because of his laughter. it was all too funny. you see, satoru thought the best way of getting revenge was to draw all over your face with a marker while you were asleep. your face was now decorated with small stars, hearts, and dicks. very mature. poor you, asleep not knowing what was going on, but oh well you shouldn't have left satoru all alone.

satoru pulls his phone out, ready to take a photo and as he clicks the button, a loud SNAPP echoes throughout the room, the flash hitting you right in the eye. his dumbass left his flash and sound on. you wake up confused "w-what is happening? baby why are you here?" you ask very startled and confused, still groggy. satoru begins to answer by saying "so y-" before he busts out laughing loudly. you stare at him, too tired for his bullshit. but then you notice the black sharpie in his hand. then it all clicks to you. "satoru gojo. I swear on my life if you fucking-" you warn while you snatch his phone from his hand and open the camera app. your then greeted with your face. covered in small dick drawings with some hearts and stars. satoru is still dying of laughter, not noticing the way you were tying your hair up, ready to pounce on him. satoru finally stops laughing and looks back at you, only to see you getting ready to beat his ass.

"WAIT NO IM SORRY MY LOVE, STOPP!!"

#jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk fluff #jjk #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo fluff #satorugojo #satoru x reader

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honey-milk-depresso · 3 months

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Batboys x reader who is a game/singer streamer

So I'm assuming that s/o is a singer + game streamer from what I can see soooo yeah! I think I went to focus on the gamer part than singer though. Also I could only do this for Dick, Jason and Tim because 😭 sorry ;-;;;

TT o TT

Batboys with a game (mostly) + singer s/o

Dick Grayson

Don’t even get me started on how hype Dick’s gonna be. You game??? And stream?????? Epic-

Dick has played video games with Tim before it’s just that he sucks at playing the modern one sometimes-, so he probably wants to do co-ops with you and maybe join your streams and play with you.

He sucks ASS though in Among Us because he’s bad at lying when he’s imposter and too trusting when he’s just a crew mate. He’s so funny though when you record him while playing with you and your other streamer friends.

“Awww, look at me and s/o walking together and building snowmen! We are so—”

*Kills him* “…” “s/O WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK UP WITH MEEEEEEE????”*loud sobbing*

Obviously, no, it’s just what you had to do as an imposter and you have to apologise to your sulky boyfriend.

Fun fact: bought your two of those matching cat ears headphones and he’s so sappy, dear god- he loves those earphones.

Also your voice?? IT’S SO GOOD??? You made your own songs and that’s so cool!! No wonder your fanbase is so big, damn-

And he’s obviously your biggest fan! <

Jason Todd

He’s trying, he really is. Because the last thing he played before he died were Game Boys and then he awoken to Wii Games, Nintendo Switches and whatever the fuck those online games are.

Those sus game ads he clicked randomly made him question what happened when he was still dead-

Jason thinks it’s pretty cool you stream gaming content and all, although don’t ask him to play any RPG with you because he’ll rage quit. He will go insane.

Jason keeps insisting on wanting to join your streams in Among Us but like come on- WE ALL KNOW HE’S GONNA START RAGING MORE-

When he gets killed, he calls the imposter a “Joker” 💀 Sometimes you have to calm him down and tell him it’s their role as imposter to do this. Also, when he gets imposter, he’ll kill everyone except you. Like he’s your bodyguard or something and everyone’s out to get you. You don’t even need to be imposter. If you did kill him before, he’ll kill you back though-

He’s okay if you let him play Minecraft together though, he finds it peaceful (on creative mode).

Listens to your songs on repeat while he’s repairing vehicles or hear it live on your stream when he’s reading. Wholesome supportive boyfriend stuff. <3

Tim Drake

Immediately follows all forms of social media you have, and give subs to every time you go live and stream. No hesitation.

He thinks it’s cool you stream games and all, something he wished to do but just doesn’t have much time to do so, and that he has no idea how to start up a fanbase anyways so-

Tim would join your streams every once in a while to play with you and he doesn’t mind any sort of games, he’s pretty good with the controller… well, maybe RPG. Because if he’s doing a multiplayer game like with Genshin needing to join servers and all, most of the time, people wouldn’t listen to his plans and end up dying and then he goes berserk. Only you listen s/o… wHY?? WHY DOES NOBODY LISTEN TO HIS STRATS????

Also, cat ears headphones?? He has one and he looks so cute in it and would ask if you want one too- he only wears those headphones in private though, or in front of you.

Anyways, Tim loves your singing too! Would listen it live or hear it on Spotify if it’s available. If you sing covers, it’s gonna ruin him. He can’t listen to the original track anymore because it’s just not the same-

Overall, gamer boyfriend you got here. <3

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lovingmattysposts · 4 months

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Eastside 9

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summary: growing up in the outskirts og Boston wasn't really pretty. Life wasn't that great for most people, most people. You had Matt and no one fucked with you when Matt was standing by your side. The chief's daughter and the bad boy deliquent. A perfect love story?

warnings: suggestive, cursing, sad

next part, here ya go

xoxo, autumn

matt pov

"Don't you look charming?"

I turned to see Chris leaning against my doorframe as I attempted to fix the tie around my neck. "Shut up" I shook my head looking back towards the mirror. "Y/n is one lucky lady" He smiled walking up to me. I sighed shaking my head before stepping back.

"You know the rules for tonight right?" I asked looking at him. He rolled his eyes. "Don't contact you unless someone is dying" He mocked holding his hands up. I glared at him.

"I'm serious" I pointed at him. He shook his head. "And they better be dead when I get there" I stated in all seriousness. He looked off to the side taking in a breath. He looked back at me looking me up and down.

"Didn't think you'd actually go through with this dance thing" He said. I sighed. "I'm only doing it for her" I said honestly. He nodded stepping back. "Be safe" He said stepping back towards the door. I nodded. "I will" I said.

"Call me or Nick if there is any trouble" He said before walking out of my room. I looked back in the mirror before smoothing out my suit. I looked down at the time before grabbing the keys to Chris's car.

y/n pov

I heard a knock on my bedroom door before I turned and heard it start to open. My dad walked in before his eyes went wide and he raised his eyebrows.

"What? Is it too much? Do I need to take my hair down?" I asked placing my hands on my head. He let out a breath smiling before walking up to me. "No it's too little" He said looking down at my dress.

"Dad" I groaned looking at him. He smiled and shook his head. "I'm sorry" He said looking down at me. "You look beautiful" He said placing his hand on my shoulder. I smiled up at him.

"You're so grown up and I hate it" He shook his head. I rolled my eyes smiling as I grabbed my purse off of my dresser. "It's scary" He shook his head. I just looked up at him.

"I feel like i'm giving my daughter away and I hate it" He smiled as he pulled me into a hug. I smiled shaking my head as he hugged me. He pulled back looking at me.

"No drinking, no drinking and driving, no smoking, no drugs, no vulgar dancing, and be home by 11" His smile faded as he looked at me raising his eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes. "And I'll be getting update on you every night because Petey is gonna be there" He said looking at me.

"Dad, come on" I breathed. He shrugged. "He offered I said nothing" He smiled, when I knew that wasn't true. I shook my head biting back a smile. I was too happy to even be mad right now.

"I know dad, I'll be safe. I won't be stupid" I smiled shaking my head. He smiled as he pushed a piece of hair out of my face. "I know you won't" He sighed looking at me. "It's him I worry about" He rolled his eyes stepping back from me. I smiled at the mention of Matt.

"He'll behave" I chuckled looking at him. He let out a breath looking towards the door. "Just try-" I smiled stepping towards him. "To not put on the whole cop-persona when he gets here" I scrunched my nose looking at him. He glanced over at me.

"He's been here for 20 minutes" He stated. My eyes went wide. "What? Dad why didn't you tell me? I could have hurried up a little bit" I panicked as I reached for my lipgloss off of my dresser and applied it. My mind racing, nerves building up in my stomach like I've never been out with Matt before. Well, I guess I hadn't not like this.

"Had to have a chat with him first, make sure he doesn't try anything funny" He sighed. I glared over at him. "Dad" I said clenching my jaw. He smiled and shrugged. "It mostly consisted of me staring at him" He said making my shake my head.

I sighed sitting up. "Okay, I'm ready" I said looking at him. His eyes went wide. "You're not going to put anything on over that? Y/n, it's the middle of winter and that dress is tiny" He clenched his jaw. I let out a breath.

"He'll just give me his jacket Dad, I'll be fine" I shrugged. He hummed looking down at me with a disapproving look. He sighed looking up at me. "I'm just glad you took that stupid piece of medal out of your face" He shook his head as he opened the door. I smiled before following him out.

I walked down the steps before looking down and seeing Matt. He looked up when he heard us. A smile came to my face when I saw him. He was all dressed up in a suit. He looked good. His face lit up and his mouth slightly parted when he saw me.

I smiled feeling my face heat up from his gaze. His eyes bearing into me. I finally reached the bottom of the steps and looked at him. His expression was still the same as he looked at me.

"Hi" I whispered as I looked at him. He let out a breath shaking his head smiling. "Hi" He breathed his eyes scaling me. "Is it a lot?" I asked squinting. He cleared his throat and swallowed, a light pink coming to his cheeks. He shook his head.

"You look..." He shook his head smiling. "Wow" He smiled meeting his eyes. I smiled and looked down. "You look quite handsome yourself" I smiled leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek, before reaching up wiping the lipgloss that was now on his cheek. He smiled just looking down at me.

I heard my dad clear his throat making up look up at him.

"Can I get a picture?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "Dad" I groaned, making Matt chuckle. "One picture. I don't know when you'll get dressed up again, please" He stated raising his eyebrows. I sighed before looking up at Matt. He smiled down at me. I bent down placing my bag down.

I moved next to him, placing my hand against his chest and smiled as my dad raised his phone before Matt's hand came down on my hip. My dad lowered the camera and glared at him. "Raise your hand son" He stated. Matt's hand moved higher on my waist his eyes going wide. My dad shaking his head as he snapped the photo.

I sighed leaning back, smiling up Matt. "You ready?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. My dad walked up to me smiling, I looked up at him. "You look beautiful honey" He smiled before kissing the top of my head. I smiled and he turned to Matt.

"Home by 11, no drinking, you know every cop there, and drive the speed limit, got it" Matt said looking at him nodding. He crossed his arms over his chest. I looked over at Matt, shaking my head.

"Let's go" Matt said placing his hand on my back. I chuckled as we walked towards the door, before he opened it and we stepped out. I looked up at him as he closed the door.

"Oh my god" He breathed before smashing his lips against mine. I kissed him back before laughing and leaned back, his arms coming around me, pulling me against him.

"You are beautiful" He smiled pressing his lips against my ear. I blushed as I pushing his face away. "Matt, you're ruining my makeup" I said as he pulled his face away smiling. "I don't care" He smiled shaking his head.

"I almost fell to my knees when I saw you" He smiled. I rolled my eyes. "You're ridiculous" I shook my head. "No, I'm in love" He whispered before pressing his lips against mine again. I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You forgot this" My dad said as he opened the door before he paused seeing us quite literally sucking on each others faces. We pulled apart before my eyes went wide and Matt's arm came off of me and he stepped back. My dad stared at Matt like he wanted to kill him.

"Thanks" I mumbled my face turning red. "Think you could save it before you're off my property son?" He clenched his jaw. I let out a breath before taking the bag out of his hand.

"Goodbye Dad" I said my eyes wide before I pushed him back and closed the door. Matt let out a breath and looked down at me. I shook my head smiling before walking down the steps. We got to the car before I turned and saw him looking at me. He smiled before running up and leaning against the door.

I looked up at him smiling. "What?" I asked. He smiled looking down at me. "You took the eyebrow piercing out" He stated looking up at my face. I nodded reaching up and running my hands over my face. "It didn't go with the dress" I said. He smiled and nodded.

"What?" I asked pushing his chest as he just stared at me smiling. He leaned to the side looking back over at my front door before straighten back up and pushing off the car and running his hands over my hips.

"I don't know what I was expecting, but you look so fucking sexy" He said looking down at me. I shook my head biting back a smile. “The necklace is a nice touch” He breathed moving his fingers over the necklace he gave me.

“I like that when you look like this you’re still telling everyone you’re mine” He whispered against my ear, making me breathe in.

"I mean-" He breathed trailing his hands down to my ass. "Your ass looks phenomenal" He smiled grabbing my butt. My face went red and I pushed his chest.

"Matt" My face went red. "Sorry-Sorry. I just had to say it" He smiled shaking his head. "But you look absoluetly stunning my love" He whispered pressing a soft kiss to my lips making me smile. "You look quite sexy yourself Matthew, maybe you won't be the one falling to your knees tonight" I smiled gripping his jacket slightly. He closed his eyes and leaning his head against my shoulder groaning.

I chuckled from his reaction. He pulled me against him. "You're making me hard and we haven't even left yet" He sighed into my neck. I smiled. "We could just go back to my house, I could make it feel like you danced the night away you know" He smiled lifting his head up.

I pursed my lips. "Get in the car Matthew" I said raising my eyebrows and stepping back. He shook his head smiling. "I know I know, Fine" He breathed releasing his arms around me and pushing off the car before opening the door. I smiled before moving past him and placing my bag in the car before I felt him smack my ass hard.

I stood back up glaring at him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I had to. I won't do it again" He said wrapping his arms around me from behind and kissing my cheek making me smile and shake my head.

I stepped into the car before he closed the door and walked over to the drivers side. Calm music played through the speaker as we drove and his hand trailed over my leg, softly moving his thumb. I leaned back as I looked out the window, finally feeling content about where we stood.

I loved Matt so much, It meant so much that he went to this dance with me. I finally felt like a normal couple.

His hand trailed further up my leg slightly pushing past the bottom on my dress. I looked over at him, as he just looked out onto the road. I put my hand over his. "I thought you said you were going to behave tonight" I said. He smiled breathing in before gripping my thigh.

"When do I ever behave when i'm around you?" He smiled looking over to me a smile on his lips. I shook my head as I looked at him. "Almost never" I said biting back a smile. He let out a breath looking back towards the road and pulling my leg.

"That dress is driving me crazy" He sighed leaning back. I smiled looking down at my lap. I licked my lips trying to stop the thoughts running through my head. "Dance first" I said looking over at him.

He whined shifting in his seat and straightening out his pant leading my eyes down to the bulge now present. Wow he wasn't kidding. I felt my face heat up as I looked out the window and his hand moved back down towards my knee due to my request.

I wanted to tell him he was a good listener but that would just lead to us in the back of the car and the dance long forgotten, and that's not what I wanted. Even though my body was telling me that is exactly what I wanted.

It wasn't long before we pulled up to the school seeing what felt like a million other cars already there. We parked and he looked over at me before leaning over the consoule and kissing me softly. I pulled back. "Matt lipstick" I said pushing my fingers over his lips to smudge off the lipstick now on his lips.

He just smiled down at me. I pulled out my lipstick before reapplying. He just turned off the car as he watched me. I turned to look at him as I rubbed my lips together.

"I love you" He stated. I smiled. "I love you too" I said back as he just looked at me like i'm everything he's ever wanted. He leaned forward attempting to kiss me again but I put my hand against his face.

"Lipstick" I stated making him roll his eyes and lean back before opening the door and I opened my mine before he reached over me slamming it shut. My eyes went wide as I looked back at him. He shook his head before getting out of the car and running over to my side and opening the door for me.

I shook my head as I got out of the car. "You're ridiculous" I said looking at him. "No, I know what I have" He said looking me up and down and shutting the door. "Precious cargo" He said sliding his hand into mine. I shook my head smiling as we walked into the building.

“School on a Saturday” he breathed looking down at me. I smiled up at him shaking my head. “Better be on your knees for me later” He mumbled. My eyes went wide and I hit his chest, making him laugh.

I kind of agreed with Matt. The whole school dance thing was stupid. But I felt like you had to experience it once at least. Matt looked over at me smiling once we walked in.

"We only have to stay a little bit" I smiled as I grabbed his other hand and pulled him towards me. "Do I have to dance?" He asked leaning down to me. I smiled brightly and he groaned. He glanced around the room and I followed his gaze.

"There's already someone passed out over the trashcan" He stated. I turned indeed seeing some girls crowding around their friend who was over the trashcan. I cringed and looked back at him. He smiled closing his eyes.

I chuckled before pulling him out onto the dance floor. He protested before ultimately giving in and letting me drag him away.

"You know" Matt said looking down at me. I blinked up at him. "You're the prettiest girl here" He whispered. I smiled and shook my head. "Shut up" I mumbled. He shook his head.

"I'm serious, like I look around and I wonder why you give me the time of day. You're the prettiest girl i've ever seen." He smiled pulling me against him as we danced. I smiled leaning my head against his chest.

"I didn't know you'd like this dress so much" I breathed. I did. He sighed as we swayed together. "I like you in this dress" He said softly. "In sweatpants" He continued. "In nothing" He whispered against my ear, making goosebumps appear on my neck. I leaned up looking at him, as he smiled dumbly down at me.

"Hmm" I hummed looking up at him. "You're good" I smiled up at him. He sighed. "I'm not so good at dance though" He said looking down at his feet. "You're doing great" I smiled shaking my head.

"All I really know how to do is this" He said grabbing my hand and stepping back as he spun me in a circle making me giggle and then placed his hand on my back, dipping me down leaning over me.

I smiled up at him before he pecked my lips and placed me back, standing up. "That was good" I smiled. He pulled me back to him. "Yeah? I've been practicing with Chris" He smiled. I shook my head, imagining him doing what he just did with me, with Chris.

"No you didn't" I chuckled placing my hands against his chest. He nodded. "I did, I didn't kiss him though" He smiled. "And you're a lot lighter than him, so it was a little harder to hold him up" He laughed. I laughed pressing my forehead into his chest.

"You didn't have to practice" I chuckled as i felt him breathing against me. "I have to practice for the wedding" He hummed, making me smile.

I looked up at him. "This is nice" I sighed wrapping my hands around his neck as the next song played. He smiled down at me. "Just me and you" I blinked up at him as he looked down at me. "No distractions" I hummed. He nodded.

As if on cue, I felt his phone start to buzz in the pocket of his jacket. My smiled dropped as I stepped back slightly. He sighed releasing his arms from me and picking his phone up glancing over it and shutting it off. "Is everything okay?" I asked looking at him.

He looked up at me before he slid it back into his pocket. "Yeah, everything's fine" He smiled nodding. I looked at him. "Matt" I breathed. He shook his head, his arms finding my waist again.

"I'm not going anywhere" He whispered kissing the top of my head and pulling me into him. I sighed as I pressed my head against his chest as he ran circles on the part of my back that was exposed in my dress.

A few seconds later the same thing happened again. I lifted my head before looking at him. He closed his eyes releasing his arms and pulling his phone back out, looking over it. I just watched him before stepping back.

"Matt" I stated again. He looked up at me and then back at his phone. "Yeah, sorry I-" He said shaking his head. I crossed my arms over my chest. He looked down cursing before looking up at me. I just looked at him, feeling my stomach turn.

"I-I just have to take this call really fast. I promise I'll be right back" He shook his head looking at me. I let out a breath feeling a familar feeling wash over me. "Y/n. 5 minutes, I know you're dying to get out of those heels for a minute" He said looking at me. I looked down at my feet and sighed.

"Yeah okay" I nodded. He leaned over kissing the side of my face before turning and pressing his phone to his ear as he walked to the other side of the gym and pushed the door open to the outside.

I sighed as I glanced around to the people around me, some of their eyes on me as they danced with their partner. I looked down at my feet as I retreated off the dance floor.

I walked towards the table full of drinks seeing a huge punch bowl sitting next to some cups. I scrunched my nose. From the school that I went to, someone probably spiked it with god knows what. I grabbed a water before walking out of the gym and down the hallway towards the bathroom.

I pushed the door open before seeing a bunch of girls in there talking. But the talking halted when I walked in. I let out a breath before pushing one of the stall door open and opening the water drinking some.

I could hear them talking quietly catching a few words.

"Yeah Matt's girlfriend..."

"I would have gone for Chris"

I rolled my eyes at the mindless talk. Whatever let them talk. I sighed trying to take a few breaths, before their talking really caught my attention.

"She seems so helpless without him"

"It's weird they follow each other around like lost puppies"

"Have you seen his attuitue? There's no way he treats her well. He's probably cheating on her"

I let out a hard breath before pushing the door open violently, catching the attention of all the girls as they looked at me with wide eyes.

"My boyfriend actually treats me very well" I glared at them. They stayed silent as I clenched my fits. "So how about don't go around assuming shit about people's lives when you actually have no idea?" I said angrily. They glanced towards each other before one scoffed.

"Yeah? Where is he right now?" She chuckled. I just looked at her, way too aware of my heartbeat. She raised her eyebrows. I shook my head letting out a breath before pushing the door of the bathroom. I wrapped my arms around me the only sound in the hallway is my heels hitting the hard floor.

I just needed to find Matt.

I walked back into the gym, throwing the water into the trashcan, scanning the room. I didn't see him. I sighed walking over to where he walked out and pushed the door open looking to the side. I let out a breath when I saw Matt.

He was looking down at his phone and looked up when he heard me walking towards him. He pushed off the wall.

"Hey is everything okay?" I asked softly looking at him. He looked down at me once I was in front of him. I just looked up at him. He bit his lip and looked to the side. "Everything's not okay?" I asked. He looked down at me, concern all over his face.

I looked down, trying to keep my emotions in my throat.

"It was Nick. Something happened with Chris" He finally spoke. I nodded not looking up at him as I stared down at my heels. "Is he okay?" I whispered. He took in a breath.

"I don't know" He said. I swallowed stepping back slightly, nodding. "Y/n" He reached for me, but I moved away from him. I looked up at him. "One night Matt" I said shaking my head.

"I just wanted one night away from all that shit" I glared at him. He sighed as he stepped towards me. "You gave me what? An hour?" I said shrugging and shaking my head. He just looked at me shaking his head.

"I get it--He's your brother--" I let out a breath. "But i'm you're girlfriend" I said tears coming to my eyes. He closed his eyes hanging his head. "I just feel stupid" I whispered shaking my head.

"Y/n I'm-"

"Don't fucking tell me you're sorry" I said looking at him. He swallowed looking at me. I heard the door push open before turning and seeing the group of girls from the bathroom walk out before glancing over at me. One covered her mouth smiling while the other giggled to themselves before walking to the car.

I turned away from them, tears threatening to spill.

"Okay I won't" He shook his head stepping towards me. I looked away from him. "But I'm telling you to trust me please. I wouldn't leave if I thought it wasn't anything serious" He whispered, pressing his hands against my face.

"I'm tired of trusting you" I said moving from his touch. "I know I know" He said wrapping his arms around me and pressing my head against his chest. I let out a breath, my chest hurting. My mind screaming.

"I'll take you home okay? Give me like an hour and i'll-"

"No it's okay. I'll just have Petey take me home, I wanna stay" I lied. He scanned my face. "Are you sure?" He asked looking at me. I nodded. He nodded.

"I'll meet you at the tracks at 12 okay? Can you get to the tracks?" He asked looking down at me. I nodded softly. He smiled softly. "I'm so sorry I love you" He kissed the side of my face before taking his jacket off and pulling it around my shoulders.

I looked away from him as he walked towards the car and left me alone, again.

I turned as he pulled out of the parking lot, letting out a breath once his car was out of sight. I reached up wiping the tears forming in my eyes, but it was no use. I looked down at my shoes before bending down and tearing them off my feet, allowing my feet to breath.

I pulled the jacket tighter around me as I walked down the sidewalk thinking about how much longer I can put up with this. How much longer I could take this, crying the entire walk home.

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once-upon-an-imagine · 4 months

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Hey!

It would be lovely if you could write a Remus x fem reader, who sleeptalks and confesses after a long night studying in the commonroom.

this was sooooo sweet! 🥰 I am so happy Remus is my first 2024 story cause I loved how this turned out Warnings: none, this is pure fluff; reader talks in her sleep Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😁 gif isn’t mine 😊

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Sleep-Talking

"Oh, come on! Just tell us already!" Sirius kept pestering you.

"Sirius, just drop it!" you repeated.

Sirius was currently lying upside down on the sofa behind you as you and Remus tried to study in the Common Room. James and Peter were sitting by the window, James playing with the Snitch as he laughed softly. They all knew that you talked in your sleep and Lily had recently told them that you mentioned one of them a few nights ago but she didn't tell them who. Although James had a pretty good idea and it wasn't Sirius.

"C'mon, love" he said, smirking at you. "We all know it was me, so just, admit it already" he said.

"You got me. Yes, Sirius. I had a dream that I you kept asking me stupid questions, so I punched you" you smirked back at him, making the other three laugh and Sirius' smirk drop.

"You're not funny when you do that" he glared at you.

"And you're not funny when you do that" you said, going back to your book.

"Was it about Prongs?"

"Sirius!"

"Pads, just drop it" Remus added, sighing as he tried to concentrate on his Transfiguration book.

"I just find it weird that she won't tell us? I mean, what's with all the secrets, love? What's the harm in letting us know you had a dream about one of us?" he asked, turning around before realization hit him. He slid off the sofa and was now fully sitting on the floor, next to you his arm behind you as his smirk was back on. "Hold on a second" he said, moving closer to you. "What was your dream about?"

Your eyes widen a little and you could feel your cheeks burning. You hoped Sirius didn't notice the smudge you made on your book while writing. But Remus did.

"Uh-"

"Oh, Merlin" Sirius laughed as James and Peter suddenly found the conversation very interesting. "I knew it! That's why you don't want us to know, isn't it? It wasn't a very innocent dream, was it, love?"

"Alright, Sirius, that's enough" Remus said, glaring at his friend. "We are trying to study here. If you three aren't even going to pretend to care then, please leave us be!"

"Oh, come off, Moony!" Sirius mocked him as James was already pulling him up by his arm.

"Let's go, Pads" he laughed.

"Is not like he's not dying to know if it's him!" you still heard Sirius as James was pulling him upstairs to their dorm with Peter following them and finally leaving you and Remus alone.

"Um, I'm really sorry about them" Remus chuckled, nervously. "You know they can be-"

"It's alright, Rem" you smiled sweetly. "I know they're idiots" you chuckled. You've known them for a very long time.

A few hours had passed, and the Common Room was empty by now, except for the two of you and the dying fire on the fireplace.

"Okay, I think we've covered everything" Remus said, looking at his book. "Except the Fruitcakes to Fairy tales" he said, re-reading the content again. "Wait, that can't be right" he chuckled, rubbing his tired eyes with his hands. "Right, Fairy Cakes to Fairies" he corrected. "I think we can leave that for to-" he turned around to see you and stopped when he noticed you were resting your head in your arms and had fallen asleep. He looked at the time and realized it was a lot later than he had thought.

He felt himself smiling as he saw how peaceful you looked in your sleep. He would never admit this out loud but, Sirius was right. He would eventually have to find the courage to finally ask you out. He slowly got up and quietly started cleaning his and your things before he would gently wake you up so the two of you could go to bed.

"Mmm..." he heard you mumble in your sleep before he saw a smile appear on your face. Again, he may never admit this out loud, but he kind of agreed with Sirius. Ever since Lily told them that you had said one of the Marauders' name, he had been dying to know who it was. "Stop it, love" he heard you say, still fully asleep. It may not be the best idea though, as this could mean there was a 75% chance that you were in love, or at least dreaming about, one of his best friends. But at least this way, he would be done and get it over with. But then... "I love you too, Remus" he heard you chuckle, making him instantly look at you to make sure you were still sleeping, which caused him to drop the books in his hand, and you opened your eyes at the sound.

"H-hey-" Remus said, nervously as he picked up the books and he felt his cheeks blushing. "S-sorry, I uh" he stuttered. "I didn't mean to wake you up-"

"H-how um- how long have I been asleep?" you asked, feeling your heart pounding heavily.

"N-not long" he insisted, kneeling back next to you. "I was just thinking about calling it a night. I mean it's a bit later than I thought" he smiled.

"Um, sure" you smiled, nervously. "W-was I uh- was I... t-talking in my sleep?" you asked, feeling your cheeks burning as you looked away.

"Um..." Remus thought for a moment. He could see you were extremely anxious, and he didn't want this to be the way he confessed his love for you. "N-no" he said, noticing the sigh of relief you gave. "You were just... mumbling a bit but I couldn't make any of it" he assured you.

"Oh, um... okay" you smiled, feeling your heart flutter at how close Remus was from you. Not only because of that, but also because of the dream you were having, where he was much closer and his lips were very much on yours. "Um... we should... probably go to bed then" you said. "I mean, uh... separately, um... y-you know, you to your dorm and me to my dorm-" you stuttered. "I'm just going to shut up now" you chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, I think we're good for tonight" he said, smiling adorably at you as he got up and then helped you as well.

"Um, thanks again for helping me study, Rem" you smiled as you made your way to the stairs where you'll be parting ways.

"Anytime, love" Remus said, smiling at you and stopping you before you could go up the stairs. "Um-" he said, blushing a little. "I was thinking" he said, nervously. "Since it's a Hogsmeade weekend" he continued, placing his hand on the back of his neck. "And we're basically just one subject away... maybe you'd like to... go with me?" he asked, smiling sheepishly at you.

"R-really?" you asked, feeling your heart melting. "Just... y-you and me?"

"Y-yeah, if you'd like to um... go on a date... with me, that is" he assured you.

"I would really like that, Remus" you smiled.

"Really?" he asked, excitedly and you nodded happily. "Brilliant! So, maybe we could meet here and go to breakfast and then, we can go?"

"Sounds perfect" you said, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"See you tomorrow then, love" he smiled before he turned around to leave but you stopped him.

"Are you sure I didn't say anything when I was asleep?" you asked, smiling nervously. Remus looked at you and smirked a little.

"Nope. Nothing, love" he replied but you weren't fully convinced. "At least nothing I could understand" he shrugged. "Why? Were you dreaming about something in specific?"

"Not really" you smiled back at him. Remus pulled you a little to kiss your cheek.

"Sweet dreams, love" he whispered before he went on his way.

Yes, he definitely heard you.

The End

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A/N: I hope you loves liked it! hopefully more stories are coming up this week!

#marauders #marauders imagine #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin drabble

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ch3rriiii-bunn · 11 months

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Girl I just had an idea and I immediately went to you 😳

Ok so imagine the hantengu clones s/o stuck in a wall or a fence don't matter but like I know it gets steamy once they see their s/o in that position 🤞🏾

Dumb slayer♡

YOU'RE BRAIN IS AMAZING 🙈🙈🙈 the way I kept giggling and kicking my feet making this😆😆

Warnings: fem!reader, reader is mentioned to be a swordsman (but is dating the clones lol), 5some, public sex, humiliation, throat fucking, praising and Degrading, rough sex

"So... how did you manage to get yourself stuck here?" Aizetsu asked, looking at you with more pity than usual, letting you hold onto his hands for support. "W-well, I was training, and I tried to use a new breath form, and it flew me back, so I'm here now," you said, looking at Aizetsu.

"Fucking idiot" Sekido said on the other side of the wall. You and hear the loud laughter of Karaku and Urogi and you felt like dying from the embarrassment "what kind of breath form makes a human fly back in this postion!?" Urogi laughed at you harder. "If only you could see how funny you look," Karaku said.

You couldn't take the embarrassment anymore and covered your face. "Can you guys just help me out of this, please!? I can't get out, " you said, almost crying. Aizetsu was the only one who felt bad for you in this state and just moved your hands away from your face and held your hands. "Don't cry it'll make me sad..." Aizetsu looked at you with a frown.

"Even though you look ridiculous like this, it's still a great view... perfect level for me too, " Karaku said, looking at your ass. You use your muscle strength to lift your legs up and cover yourself from behind as much as possible. "Why are you hiding yourself from us? It's not like we've seen you without this skirt on before," Urogi chuckles, lifting your skirt up with his Tallons.

You looked back. You dont know why you looked back since there was just the wall you were stuck in, but you just felt a cold claw lift your skirt up and grop your ass. You turn back to Aizetsu and get a glance at his hard dick print through his pants. Aizetsu took notice and held your hands tighter. "Sorry y/n... y-you just look so cute in this position."

"Fuck yeah she gose" Karaku said pressing his thumb on the wet spot on your panties making you wiggle your hips from the pleasure. Karaku chuckles and uses his fingers to rub at your clit "I don't think I wanna help you out of this postion just yet" he said

You couldn't see the others but you could tell what they weren't going to help you until they've been satisfied. you bit your lip feeling yourself getting more and more turned on from ho Karaku kept rubbing his fingers on your clothed pussy, the sexual desire grew more and more and you made sure to look around. Aizetsu raised his eye brow "are you okay? Does it hurt being stuck like this? You poor thing..." he said.

You shake your head to Aizetsu's question, "....th-theres no one around out here, right? Except you guys, right?" You asked, and Aizetsu nodded. "Sadly no," Urogi answered with disappointment in his tone, but you know he had a big grin on his face. "Then let's make this quick, ok?".

Aizetsu pulled his cock out the second you gave the okay "stick out your tounge~ please-" he said only to be shoved by Sekido who came from the other side of the wall "you're always having her suck you off. Since you want to be fucked like a slut in public you're sucking my cock frist" he said pulling it out and Urogi groans "what about me!?" He yelled "y/n can take care of all three of us... she's done it before" Aizetsu said softly as the 3 demon men surround you with their hard cocks in your face.

Karaku stayed behind you and pulled down your panties "fuck~ usually I'd take my time tounge fucking you dumb but.." he let out a heavy sigh, sticking his long tounge out letting a huge glop of saliva fall from it onto your hole making it slide down to your pussy to lubricant it "our princess asked so nicely for us to be quick" he smirked and slowly pushes his thick cock inside you "taking me so good, like always" he said thrusting his cock I'm your tight hole

You gasped at Karaku's sudden movements not letting you adjust like usual to his size and your mouth hung open with loud moans escaping your mouth only to have Sekido's cock shoved having you quiet down. "Hurry up. Get to work," he says and lets out a groan when you Bob your head sucking him off moaning on his cock. You looked over at Aizetsu and Urogi on the opposite sides of you and use your hands to jerk them off.

"Aah~ y-y/n your hand feels so good~ squeeze my cock a little, please~" Aizetsu said already becoming a moaning mess "if only you could see yourself right now" Urogi laughed enjoying how you're struggling to suck Sekido off with your hands busy and nothing to hold on for support "but still. You look so fucking pretty like this" he said pulling your head up by your hair after a few minutes of sucking sekido's cock and then shoves his cock in your mouth "fuckk~ thats right moan on it princess" Urogi moans

"What the hell are you doing!?" Sekido yelled "oh fuck off. you had your turn" Urogi argues, thrusting his cock in your mouth "that's it, fucking take it, keep moaning on my cock it feels so good" he smirks. "I wanna hear those pretty moans too but your mouth is so full of cock isn't it y/n" Karaku teased, snapping his hips faster. grabbed your ass to see the thick white ring on his cock making him moan in satisfaction "what a pretty mess" he spanks your ass making you moan loudly.

Aizetsu was getting Impatient and pushed Urogi after a few minutes and shoves his cock in your mouth holding your head "cant wait anymore- haa~ need to cum down this pretty throat" he whimpers softly with his eyes closed "make sure to take care of the others to y/n" Aizetsu said with broken moans and starts to fuck your throat.

You're eyes began to roll back with tears filling your water line getting plesured from behind and having another thick cock fuck your throat. The sounds of your moaned while having the sounds of your throat fucked sounded like heaven to their ears but you still needed to get the job done

Sekido tapped your face, snapping you back to your sense, and grabbed your hand, groaning and moaning in anger. "How dare not focus on me. Make this hand fucking useful and make me cum" he said as you start to jerk him off faster as well as urogi. Urogi let's out a laugh mixed with moans "look at her eyes rolling back, she's already fucked out! Keep making that face y/n" he said as his cock has pre cum leaking from it.

"You're close, aren't you? Cum on my cock slut i know you want- no you need too" Karaku said leaning down just enough to have his fingers rub on your clit as he pounds into you and moaned at how you clenched around him "fuck princess, fuck~ gonna cum- cumming, cumming!" Karaku moaned as he cums deep inside.

You moan loudly on Aizetsu's cock sending a Pleasurable vibration on his cock when you came on Karaku's. "Take it all. please, please, please" Aizetsu begs and trembles as he cums down your throat.

Urogi and Sekido came moments later getting it on your hand but some getting on your face, Aizetsu pulls his cock mouth your mouth and gasped letting your head fall but Aizetsu lifting up your chin "good girl" he says and kisses your forehead

"Not bad, this is a nice look on your" Sekido comments with a smirk on his face and Urogi chuckling at your weak form clinging onto Aizetsu.

Karaku spreads you open watching his cum leaking out of you and run down your legs "nah, she looks a lot better from back here~"

#demon slayer smut #kny smut #upper moon 4 #aizetsu x reader #karaku x reader #sekido x reader #urogi x reader #aizetsu smut #karaku smut #sekido smut #urogi smut

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kazehita · 18 days

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hi! i noticed your recent post recommending the fic natural satellite and i think i've noticed other isat fics around your blog too. because of that, i was wondering if you had a list of recommended isat fics! i will admit i am not someone who just peruses around on ao3 but i love reading about these characters so if you have any recs, i would greatly appreciate them! thanks and i hope you have a lovely day :3

I love ALL isat fic - each and every one is so special and wonderful - but if I listed the whole archive that wouldn't really help huh... So! Im going to list just some off the top of my head., this is in no way definitive. Isat spoilers ahead - get all the way through the game and the secret before proceeding.

Big recommendation list below:

Additionally, mind the tags for each fic - I wont be specifying the content warnings here.

(don't just read the complete ones!!! Incomplete fic is just as delightful I promise :3)

Complete: Bloom - Level99Eevee Most people know it, it sits at the top of the tag! It's my every wish fulfilled for post-cannon moments.

Memories of defeat - dirtbagtrashcat Stuff in and immediately after the loops, fantastic extrapolations!!!! Very much Loop <33 I find this very grounded and realistic!!!!

Emotion Sickness - dirtbagtrashcat Post cannon fun/trauma with siffrin and the gang.

Memories of Touch - dirtbagtrashcat look i just really like their work sjkdjkfjkasdf its all good go through their profile. This is Isa thoughts.

And if I were not myself, would this be easier? - rabbit_soup Post-game! I love how they flesh out the world.

The Understudy - kittyorange Suuuuch a loop fic I love it to bits. Post cannon loop and the gang stuff.

Star-Speckled Skin - Lora_Blackmane Funn angsty moment, title is very descriptive. Lives in my head rent free.

Clinging to dying embers - Coffeewolf67 Odile's perspective of sif using the dagger. appropriate content warnings apply :)

between the end and a new start - glowingjellyfishtreelights SICKFICCC I had a very funny experience with this one where due to memory mishaps I got to read it for the first time twice! Absolute banger.

What's in a name? - Raaj Explores siffrins love of plays. I have to regularly reread this for my brain to function.

Starstruck - Dusk_Illusionist Isa yearns. The fic. It rocks.

Saturn Devouring His Son (Time Choking on Stone Choking on Blood)- BasilPaste Post cannon moment... I like it...

(Why) you can't let them know by Mayasynth sasasap fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i like it. i hold it. i like it. UGH theres more but I have already listed so many.. my other favorites... im so sorry.,.. i love you guys too... Incomplete:

How To Rest by rabbit_soup Sequel to "And if i were not myself, would this be easier?" Loop is here and I love violence.

TRY IT AGAIN, CHEATER! by discatded "[Loop returns to their own universe after everything. It's hard.]" - from the summary. Love it love it. I will never get enough of this premise.

To Extend our Reach to the Stars Above by Cinnamin_Is_a_Star "Sif if he was team rocket" and is so fun. Very excited to see this one pan out!

until we move on. by Anonymous (also known as lozy) LOOP MY BELOVED..! loop returns to their universe and promptly looses it like the universe intended. Cant get enough of it.

Natural Satellite by dirtbagtrashcat If a single fic makes me the Most insane its natural satellite if I'm honest.... like bro... It just gets right to me...

Sunder by Miranda_tries_their_best Post-cannon Loop fic!! They travel on their own for a bit (but not forever), and I love it dearly.

Face the Light by Kaimiiru Post-game, I hold it close to my heart.... Ah... It's so dear to me.

These next two are sloop so if that's not your thing you have been warned :]

raconte-moi qu’on puisse crier tout bas by bibliomaniac I'm holding this high above my head so everyone can see it the characterization is off the charts.

To Cut You Open With a Knife and Find Your Sacred Heart by Hexea_Art Changeling Loop fic!! What a fun concept. I am excited to see where it goes. yay! AGAIN... THERE ARE SO MANY I LOVE SO MUCH but im forcing myself not to look through the tag else I'd add everything. Honestly, I do recommend just launching right on into the ao3 tag for ISAT even if you aren't super familiar with ao3. Just be sure to filter out anything you don't want to see!

Consider this a good starting point ^^

#asks #del-phi-nium #kaze speaks #isat spoilers #oh boy 12am /joke #uh i hope this is helpful. lemme know if any of these links are broken i didnt check any of them.#i think all these are viewable w/o an account also #if anyone finds this useful do let me know i'd love to hear #isat

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mccn-bcys · 11 months

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JUST A TOUCH OF YOUR HAND pt. 3

pairing: moonboys x fem!reader

summary: jake finally makes his debut to ask the reader a question the boys have been dying to ask. reader gives her answer and jake is just a cutie.

warning: jake (he's a warning, yes), just some nice fluff for ya.

authors note: okay ik a lot of you have been wanting this chapter for a long time (sorry about the long wait, I had a lot going on the past couple of months). this chapter isn't as long as the others but it just felt right to have this one be short and sweet. the next chapter, maybe we'll see some more of marc 😏🤭

word count: 1,028

and then there was jake. it was funny actually. he'd been dreaming of meeting his soulmate since he had gotten the stain. and he had so badly wanted to meet you when you first brushed against their hand on the sidewalk that day.

god how he wanted to meet you. and yet he couldn't make himself front. even when steven or marc would hand it over to him, especially when you'd plan days to meet and spend with him, he just couldn't front.

none of them understood it. it's like he'd freeze up. it was eating him up. he was pretty sure he was in love with you – actually he was positive he was in love with you. and he'd never even actually met you!

you, being the amazing person you were, were so patient with him. whenever you'd see the boys on the days you were going to meet jake, and find out he wasn't fronting, you'd have marc or steven tell him you didn't mind waiting.

"you boys are all worth waiting for," you'd say, making them melt.

and jake would try more to front around you and it just wouldn't happen. he couldn't figure out why. although on a deeper level, he knew why.

he supposed he wasn't much different than marc. as much of a hopeless romantic as he was, he also knew his reputation. it was said reputation that caused him to romanticize the thought of a soulmate. he never really thought himself capable of being loved. if marc thought his hands were stained with blood, jake was swimming in it.

if he was realistic, he couldn't imagine why you would love him. he was ruthless, he could be cold, he had a tendency to shut people out if they got too close.

But he wanted you to get too close. He wanted to able to talk to you, learn about you and not through the other two. He wanted to hold you and comfort you, and be held and be comforted by you.

but like marc, he'd been scared. scared you'd run for it, if you knew him. everyone else did.

and yet here you were: sitting across the table, smiling so wide, eyes so patient, like he's your favorite person in the world. if you kept going, he's sure he would probably cry.

"jake?" you called cautiously, breaking him from his thoughts. his eyes snap to yours, smiling at you. he thinks: 'they're right...the way she says our names is addicting.'

"sí, amor?" he answers softly, but you seem to brighten up even more.

"yes," you simply said.

his eyebrows furrow. had he asked a question?

yes, you did, you bloody idiot!

holy shit...she actually said yes...

"yes?" he repeated, since his alters weren't helping him at all.

you laughed at that, at him seemingly forgetting his own question. he loved that sound.

"you asked me to move in," you reminded him patiently.

"and you said yes?"

"I did."

"but you don't know me," he tries to reason, because how on earth would you have agreed to move in with the mess of these three men?

"I know that i love marc and steven, and if I love them, i already love you too," were you trying to kill him?

"why?"

that threw you for a loop. you hadn't been expecting it. why did you love this man you've never actually met?

"well...for starters, we're soulmates-"

"that doesn't mean that I'm not a terrible person." steven had warned you of this. that he might try to talk of himself like this.

"but you're not-"

"you don't know that."

"except that I do."

"how could you possibly know that?"

"because I just do-"

"amor, that's not an answ-"

"I know because you're a weirdo who wears gloves while he drives a limo. You send a bouquet of my favorite flowers every time you can't front when we planned. I know because I can feel you follow me home every night after work when you're patrolling, making sure I get home safe. I know because marc's told me that you can't pass a cat without petting it. I know because I *know.* You're a *good man,* jake," you say, looking at him completely serious.

and for the first time in a long time, every voice in his head is silent. they're at a loss for words. there's this strange feeling in jake's heart and he's never felt it before.

what is that, he thinks.

that's love, jake.

it feels like a heart attack.

yeah...it's great, innit?

you watch him closely while he's silent, watching to see if you've overstepped somehow. to try and see what he's feeling. amd when he stands, you're worried he's leaving. that he's going to change his mind about wanting you to move in.

but he quickly crosses over to you and he cups your face, gentle as he is urgent, and leans down and kisses you, deeply, passionately. and for a moment, you're confused. but you quickly kiss him back, matching his energy, his passion. after a moment, he pulls away, both of you panting lightly, breathless from the kiss. he presses his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes so intensely you swear he can see your soul.

"te amo jodidamente mucho," he says, voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too," you say back softly, meaning every word.

jake has feel that twist in his heart again, but he knows what it is now. it's love. and it's strange and foreign but...he thinks he likes it. he feels like he's never smiled so wide in his life. he presses one more soft kiss to your lips before moving back to his seat at the table.

"so...tell me about these gloves you bought me," he grins.

and you start talking about them, explaining every detail about them and why you thought he'd like them. he swears he's never smiled so dopey in his life, talking to you about anything and everything you wanted to talk about. he'd finally fronted and he'll be damned if he doesn't take advantage of every single second he gets with you.

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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| i'm sorry lmao i cried writing this

[Heads up!: mention of blood, death, not really a good time]

Dying hurts.

Are you dying? You didn't think it'd hurt so bad. You can't even tell where the worst of it is coming from, only that it radiates from every pore.

Your footsteps are unsteady, a staggered pace that breaks when you trip over a rock. Without the strength to correct your balance, you topple to the ground.

Something warm seeps from your stomach. It leaks from your mouth too, making your mouth taste of copper. You cough, and red spatters the ground.

I think I'm dying. Somehow, you roll onto your back, press a hand to your abdomen. Your fingers meet jagged skin and raw muscle beneath, coming back wet with bright red. Not good.

You stare at the robin's egg blue sky, cloudless ㅡ somewhere around here is the ship you should be on. You need to make it back, they're going to worry if you don't. You can't make them worry like that.

I need to get up. You can't move, blinking slowly. A bird calls to another as it wheels overhead, wings outstretched. You need to get up.

It hurts to breathe now. It burns in your lungs, rattles in your throat. You know how the fish Sanji caught the other day feels now ㅡ wide eyed, gaping soundlessly.

The others are going to worry. Your eyes close. I'll just rest a second. Then I'll get up.

ㅡ

"Are you gonna get up or not?"

Your eyelids twitch at the sound of a familiar voice, the chorus of birdsong above, the warmth of the sun on your face. Someone nudges your side with their foot.

"Come on," the same voice coaxes gently, "get up."

Your eyes open, locking with a set of familiar brown ones. Too familiar ㅡ especially with the curls of dark hair above, the spatter of freckles below.

"Am I dead?"

Ace blinks before he grins, head tipping with a laugh that makes your chest squeeze. "No," he answers, extending a hand down to help yank you to your feet. "Not yet, anyways."

Dusting yourself off, it takes a second for Ace's words to click. "Wait. What do you mean yet?"

Ace eyes you in a way that makes your skin crawl ㅡ somewhere between knowing and hesitant, and all together melancholy. "Come on," he says, "we should talk about this."

Ace, for all the ways he should not be here in front of you, is as solid as you are when you reach for his hand again. Nevermind the fact he'd helped you up ㅡ the warmth of his palm is a welcome comfort, picks at the scabbed over ache you've been nursing for over two years.

He died. You know that, much as it still rips you apart to think about it ㅡ Portgas D. Ace is very much dead.

So if he's here, what does that make you?

ㅡ

"You're not dead," Ace says, watching you over the wild tumble of flames that make up the fire he's made. Above, the sky has bled to a milky dusk, the downward creep of the sun making you shiver. "Not yet."

"You said that before," you say, eyeing him with no small amount of confusion. "Then where am I? Why…how are you here?"

There it is again, that sad look. He knows something you don't ㅡ and it bothers you. "Just spit it out, Ace."

"You're not dead," he repeats, "but you are dying."

You blink. "Very funny," you say, even though there's not a shred of amusement in Ace's eyes or his expression. "If I'm dying, how am I here? Where ㅡ where are we?"

"Think of it as the in-between of life and death," he says. "A rest stop of sorts."

You stare at the fire, reach your hands out to it and savor the warmth of it. "And you…?"

Ace's eyes gleam in the firelight. "I'm here to guide you," he answers. "You'll need to decide whether you want to stay or go, [Name]."

ㅡ

You aren't a stranger to death. You've seen it before, been the dealer of it ㅡ and had your own close calls.

But never like this.

"It's a lot to take in," Ace soothes, fingers drifting through your hair like they used to, and you hum. "Trust me, I didn't think we were going to meet again like this."

You tuck your knees tighter to you. You don't need to ask if Ace saw something like this. His death was fast ㅡ and your chest aches as emotion rises, makes you tremble with it. "I missed you," you start, voice wobbling. "I've never stopped missing you."

"I know."

"You left me," you choke, "you and Pops left…everyone left me."

Ace reaches for you, gathers you into his lap, lets you bury your face into his neck as he presses his own into yours. "I know," he breathes, "I'm so sorry."

You sob. It's loud and with abandon, the way you'd wanted to two years ago but couldn't ㅡ you'd been left to be strong instead of grieve, to pick up the pieces when all you wanted to do was fall apart.

Ace holds you, rubs your back as you hiccup and choke, take shuddering breaths. He whispers apology after apology into your skin, presses kisses the way he hasn't been able to in two years.

You cling to him like a lifeline, desperate fingers curling against his back. "I don't want to go," you mumble, and he doesn't have to ask what you mean.

He kisses your cheek, tries not to think of the other things he knows ㅡ the desperate hands trying to keep you tethered to the land of the living, pleading with you to stay. Begging, because you're part of another family now, and they need you.

He holds you to him, clings the way you do to him as he closes his eyes. "I know," he says, "I don't want you to either."

ㅡ

Ace can't let himself be selfish. He's aware of that, that he can't demand that you stay or go, that it has to be your decision. He's only here to guide you, be a comfort for as long as you need him.

But it's hard to keep that in mind when it feels like this is just as it should be ㅡ you and him, as if nothing has changed. As if he hasn't been dead for two years, and you aren't about to join him.

He should tell you to fight. Tell you that there are people who still need you there, that somebody needs to look after Luffy. His crewmates are there, of course, but you're his last connection to Ace.

He's heard you every now and then when he's been allowed to peek in, the stories you tell Luffy when things are quieter, when you can tell Ace's absence is weighing on him.

He should tell you that knowing his brother as he does, you've become a sibling to him ㅡ and now you're setting him up for loss all over again. And it's not fair.

But you need to make a decision. Tip the scales one way or the other instead of teetering in the middle.

"How long has it been in…" You hesitate. "You know."

Here ㅡ limbo, as Ace called it ㅡ you get the feeling time creeps by slower. You've only been here a day, but what about where your actual body is?

Ace seats himself next to you, watching as you kick your legs over the edge of the outcropping, the trickle of pebbles that tumbles down. "A couple of days."

"Mm." You flop backwards, arms eagle spread as you stare up at the sky. "What happens if I decide to live?"

Ace copies you, finds your hand to intertwine your fingers. "Then you disappear from here. You go back." They need you.

"And if I die? What happens?" Your head turns, eyes locking with Ace's.

His fingers curl around yours. "Then you stay here with me." He pauses. "Well, not here, but…yeah. You come with me." I need you.

You sigh. You should want to live. You should want to fight tooth and nail to get back where you should belong.

But you're so tired. And you've missed Ace ㅡ missed him every day since you lost him. You watch another bird circle overhead, the spread of sleek feathers.

"I think I know what I want," you say softly. It makes your stomach twist, your chest ache ㅡ but you're making the right decision, you think. You hope. Your fingers curl around Ace's. "I want to stay."

A lifetime ago, you told Ace he looks prettiest when he smiles. And he's smiling now, even if it's ultimately a little sad, because he knows what you mean by that.

He sits up and pulls you with him, lets you climb into his lap before he locks his arms around you. You lean back, and he kisses your cheek. "I don't want to be alone," you mumble, and Ace tightens his grip on you.

"You won't be. I promise."

#ㅡmine.#one piece scenario #one piece x reader #portgas d. ace x reader #ace x reader

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thesupernaturalhouse · 28 days

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This started out as a funny snipper. How tf did it turn into a fanfic?? Also this took me so long anyways, pt3 of the accidental overlord vaggie fic

Alastor: shoves Vaggie between him and Rosie and drops Frank onto her lap

Vaggie: trying to process how tf a giant dragon got through an elevator among many other things

Carmilla: thank you for coming today. I've gathered you all here to talk about the millions of souls-

Vaggie squeaks so quiet no one hears her: I'm sorry fucking how many??....How- How do you check that?? Gets ignored

She's just squeezing poor frank like a stress toy

Carmilla ignores her: You own. And how their at risk with the new extermination schedule. And how we minimize the damage going to be caused by it.

Finally looking aorund the room

Carmilla: Zestial, so god to see you- ....Alastor?? And- eyes narrow the protective overlord

Alastor, leaning over to block vaggie form view because he's petty as fuck: hello! Yes yes, I know, I've been absent for a longgg time and I'm sure youre all DYING to knwo where I've been~

Carmilla:...no. not really, shrugs but welcome back anyways I suppose....I am interested about who you've brought though....

Vaggie: just staring out into space, regretting her life choices and trying to count how many people owe her 'favors'

Carmilla slgihtly concerned/unnerved: In any case, this year's extermination was brutadal. A good 16% of the population was killed off. With them coming back in only 6 months I think it prudent that we-

Velvette: just fucking kicks the door open Yeah, I've got it handled Vox? Are you doubting me? ME might I remind you? Yeah, no. That's what I thought. Yes, yes, I know, thank you V, see you later Okay, bye, kisses darling!

Carmilla: nice of you to finally join us, Velvette. Will you.....colleges? be joining us?

Velvette: What? No way. They have better shit to do than to listen to some old windbag who think she's tough shit! Haha, no. Immm here to represent!

Carmilla:...charming. now, back to what I was saying, we need to-

Velvette: waves her arm frantically

Camilla feeling like a preschool teacher: yes??

Velvette: well, on the topic of discussssss throws exorcists head down let's discuss

Alastor: oooo tasty!!

Vaggie: ohhhhh my god....whispering to herself is that Tuff?? Wtf- how??

Carmilla:......where...did you get this?

Velvette: doesn't matter. We found it, though. And if these angle fuckers can be killed, then the game of cat and mouse has changed, the boys and I have-

Vaggies distressed squeaking as Velvette continues, Zestial jsut slumps his tea

Velvette:....the fuck is wrong with you two?? Looks at vaggie leans downs to get closer....also you're new

Vaggie: uhhhhh......thank?? You??

Velvette: narrows eyes before her head snaps ti zestial

Zestial: we shouldn't go to war with such meger proof.

Velvette:...meger- MEGER PROOF!? ITS a dead fucking Exorcist!!! What more do you WANT!? A video of it being killed?? No- this is definitive proof- if you can't see that, maybe you're going blind old man.

Zestial: it may be dead but how? It could be by a demon, but mayhaps it died due to unrelated reasons

Vaggie: Well, angles have hurt their own kind. Wouldn't be suprised if killing was another option for them

Everyone's heads snap to her

Vaggie:.....did....I say that out loud?

Carmillas narrows her eyes: how do you know that.

Vaggie: I um...I....I saw it happening?

Velvette:....wait aren't you the princesses whore? What are you doing out if your bird cage hm?

Vaggie: I....what??

Carmilla shaking her head: we're getting off topic.

Zestial: Carmilla is right. If we rush to war the angles would purge all of the sinners for daring to even TRY an uprising

Overlords: muttering

Alastor: why don't we put it to a vote?

Vaggie: depends is one of the options 'can we all just go home pelase?'

Alastor: hmmm no!

Vaggie grumbling: I hate you.

Velvette narrows eyes: ohhh okay I see. Grandpa's to scared to make a move! So then there's no point in it huh?

*the respect less song which I am not writing*

Zeezi: pft, what the hell? we literally JUST got here!

odette:....mom??

Carmille:....meeting dismissed.

Vaggie: uh, does this mean we can go home?- gets glared at .....okay sits back down like a scolded kid as she thinks about wtf jsut happened

Vaggie to herself in a defeated tone:.....she never told me how to see how many souls I own.....how many people owe me favors?

Proceeds to try and calculate and count on her fingers and Alastor watches in amusement, after sending off frank, and Rosie watches slightly concerned as to wtf her friend did to this teenage child....and maybe also finding it a bit funny

Part 2 | Part 3(here!) | Part 4

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel vaggie #accidental overlord vaggie au #hazbin hotel alastor #Hazbin hotel carmilla #hazbin hotel velvette #Hazbin hotel overlords #Hazbin hotel rosie #This is the closest to the episode since I had to re watch the meeting scene to write it

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hi lovely do you think you could write something similar to the thing you wrote about peter covering reader’s ears but do it with steve please? 💖

steve protects ur ears from the kids when they're too loud!! the whole gang but the plot of s4 never happened au ♡ 0.7k | fem!reader

Steve's gaggle of kids are amazing. All extremely intelligent, funny, caring and with a fascinating dynamic to them, the familiarly of family. Despite this, you hesitate when Steve asks if you want to go to a movie night he's hosting.

"I don't know, Stevie," you say over the phone, red plastic biting your cheek.

"Why not?"

His disappointment is clear and unbearable. You don't like lying to him, and you don't want to tell the truth, either, so you freeze up.

"Did something happen?" he asks worriedly.

You shake your head and then realise he can't see you. "Uh, you know what? I thought I had the dentist, but that's next week."

"Oh, awesome, so you're coming?"

"Yeah… I'll be there," you say with a weak attempt at enthusiasm.

And now you're here between Steve and the arm, crushed, the sofa at dangerous capacity. Max sits at your feet with Lucas to her left, the popcorn bowl in her arms. They're laughing about something that just happened in the movie that you didn't catch. Dustin and Mike are arguing, Will sits tamely by Steve's other side. The kids have drifted to their honorary babysitter, and the friends your age have been fighting over the La-Z-Boy.

Robin had refused to move, knowing somebody would take her seat, and almost peed her pants in efforts. She shouts in exasperation as she finally leaps up and Eddie slides straight into where she'd been.

There's an ensuing argument, a burst of El's laughter, and it's so happy and you should be happy because you're all together, but your friends are just – so loud.

You watch in mild horror as Nancy reaches for the remote to turn up the TV.

"Am I comfortable?" Steve asks.

You frown in confusion to realise that you've sunk into his side, shying away from the overstimulation.

"Sorry," you say, cringing at the sound of your voice in your head. You swallow and that sounds worse.

Steve pushes his foot under yours and hooks your ankles. "Yeah, you should be. What do I look like to you, a throw cushion?"

"You know, I was thinking your mom's taste in decor has gotten worse."

"You're done," he says menacingly.

You giggle and he smiles wide, like, wide. His cheeks apple and his nose twitches with it. He has a cute nose.

"I'm glad you're smiling," he tells you.

"Why?"

"You've been moody all day."

"Have not."

"Have too."

"Have not."

"You're right, you were smiley this morning."

You usually are around Steve. This had been before everybody arrived for the evening.

He's watching you carefully, slightly smug, waiting for your answer to his teasing. Bad timing, something unexpected happens in the movie. It's a horror comedy and pretty horrific when it wants to be. The kids have all wound each other up and the surprise has them gasping, an anticipation for a final flinch. You shift further into his shoulder, ducking your head down.

Steve wraps his arm around your shoulder and it's hardly unusual, but his hand grazes your neck and then he's bringing it to your ear, covering the shell carefully.

Your eyes move back to his face, startled, and you jump bad when the kids finally scream.

Steve frowns.

"Guys," he says without taking his gaze from yours, "I have neighbours."

"Do you? I thought this neighbourhood was just abandoned has-been golden kids with mommy issues," Robin says, deadpan.

Steve brings you closer still as he turns to Robin, your face hugged to his chest. "That's too far."

"Sorry," she says, not sounding sorry but looking it as she sets herself down on the armrest of the La-Z-Boy.

Her eyebrows rise.

"Is she okay?" she mouths.

Steve brings his free hand to your shoulder and rubs it, shrugging. He dips his head to yours.

"Are you okay? Robin's asking."

"Tell Robin I'm dying of influenza."

He meets eyes with his best friend and mouths, "Diarrhea."

"Fucking liar," she mouths back.

He starts laughing. You peek up at him, curious, still overwhelmed. Another gaggle of screams has your eyes squinting closed again.

He doubles down on his affection and you relax only just.

"It's too much?" he asks.

You shake your head.

He tucks you into his side. "Tell me if it is, okay?"

"Yessir," you whisper.

He chuckles. "So polite," he teases, words sticky and quiet. If he relaxes under your embrace that's nobody's business but his.

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things

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