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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Evil Queen x GenderNeutral!Reader x Maleficent || Smutshot

Plot: Hilda and Mal don’t usually get along but they don’t mind using each other to make you into a mess. // Or, they make you watch them and then clean them up with your mouth.

Warnings: Threesome themes, smut, lesbian sex/rubbing, grinding/humping, pussy licking, cum tasting, Hilda being rough, Mal being gentle, Mal refusing to say Hilda's name right, no actual mention of sex organs or cumming for the reader, etc. This was a middle-of-the-night, 'cant sleep', idea!! It is also unedited so I apologie for the unfiltered filth (:

“Well, Y/N??” Hilda’s looking at you with one perfect raised eyebrow, and you just stare dumbly back at her; unsure you’re really seeing what you think you’re seeing. She doesn’t seem to mind it though, possibly expecting it- possibly intending to make you that way. “Lay down. I’m not doing this for my own pleasure, you know.”

Mal gives Hilda and sceptical look, almost as if she wants to laugh at her. “No, certainly not,” Then her eyes roam over to you and develop a softness you rarely see. Or maybe you just don’t notice it. Maybe she looks at you like this all the time, but you only notice now as you compare the way she looks at you to the mischievous way Hilda does. “But she’s right, pet. Make sure you get a good view- this certainly will not be happening again.”

“Absolutely not… “

“Well- “Mal looks at Hilda once again, a teasing smirk on her lips as she draws the other woman who’s always ever so irritated with her, in against her body; Experiencing skin-to-skin contact with her for the very first time. “Depending on how Y/N enjoys it actually.”

Hilda gives a drawn-out sigh, rolling her eyes upwards. She doesn’t lean away from Maleficent but she does look away from her. You can tell, by the way this woman does not back down though- that she’s invested herself in what they’re about to do. “… we’ll see… “

“Hmm~ “

Then, Hilda’s eyes return to you once again and Mal’s follow, looking amused a you stay by the door- wondering whether this is real or not. When Hilda called you to her courters you felt anxiety build up in the pit of your stomach, worried you were in trouble. You certainly didn’t expect this. You certainly didn’t expect to see her and Mal both… together, like this. Naked, kneeling on the bed together.

And asking you to lay your head down below their sexes and watch.

“What are you waiting for, my dear?” The Queen asks, watching your eyes dip down to wear their pussy’s are level with eachother, ready to touch. How Mal’s thigh sits ever so slightly between Hilda’s. “Don’t make my wait any longer.”

“Um- “Your cheeks are so hot, as you near Hilda’s large bed covered in fur rugs and silky sheets in the colours red and pink, and carefully- hesitantly- crawl up on to it. Mal’s eyes follow you carefully as you lay down on your back, close to them. If it weren’t for the heat in her eyes and way Hilda insisted, or demanded, you would be very embarrassed. Instead though you feel a torturous ache in the pit of your stomach replace your nerves. “Okay… “

“Very good. Now Hilde?... “Mal turns with a smirk to the queen, affectionately stroking her cheek with her thumb as Hilda scowls back at her.

“Hilda, you dirty green fly.”

“Of course.” Mal replies, though here it’s said like ‘whatever’. “Shall we put on a show for our dear Y/N??... or are you going to continue making that face at me, instead?”

Here Hilda pauses, a tight frown pulling at her pretty lips and creasing her fair features and for a moment she looks as if she’s about to snap again at the fairy… but just lets out a defeated sigh and you notice she looks graceful and regal- even as she leans in and presses her cunt against the other woman; The lips a breath apart. “I can accomplish both.”

“Hmmm~ Of course you can.”

As the two slowly start to rock against each other, rubbing their most private parts against each other, you feel your mouth fall slightly open at the sight. The two pairs of lower lips, stimulated and wet, grinding against eachother- making you ache to do something too. You throb at the sight just above you, so close you could lean up and kiss them if you were so brave, and Hilda notices you. Her eyes flicker down to you quickly and it spurs her on- looking forward to the part where you will put your soft tongue on her instead of having this awful fairy’s dirty cunt rubbing all over her.

She spreads her knees a little wider and moves her hips slowly against Mal’s- aiming for the most pressure in their most sensitive places. The sooner they cum and make a mess of each other, the sooner she can sit on your face.

Mal has her eyes closed, picturing you instead of the up-tight queen. It makes her far more responsive to her ministrations. And far more needy. She finds herself reaching around to Hilda’s admittedly amazing ass and dragging her taught against her as they grind. Harder, tighter, sloppier. Soon they’re humping at each other desperately, angling themselves so their cunts connect and cross perfectly with eachother, their lips melding together roughly and their clits sending jolts of pleasure every single time they make contact.

When Mal finally opens her eyes a crack, to see you trailing your fingers down towards your own area, probably searing hot and throbbing at just watching them. She smirks and drags her gaze over to Hilda. The other woman looks focused, determined, but there’s no denying that foggy look in her eyes.

She is loving the Maleficent’s pussy.

“Hm,” Mal gives a half hum/half puff at her. “Grim~… “

“Hilda... and what?” She demands, not looking away from where they connect, very focused on reaching her orgasm and cumming all over the fairy’s abused cunt. Her hands are on Mal’s hips and she helps to press them against each other.

“Look at me… “A very sharp nail makes contact with the soft skin below Hilda’s chin and guides her face upwards, to look at her. “Y/N’s looking rather adorable, aren’t they?... “

At a mention of yourself, your eyes widen like saucers as you look at to their faces. They both look back down to you and, yes- you look overwhelmed and submissive and perfect. “I knew they would.”

Those words from Hilda mean something, the Evil Queen doesn’t hand out compliments for nothing. It causes your lips fall open once again.

-Oh fuck, Hilda thinks. Fuck, fuck, fucking… god, all she wants is to put her cunt in your mouth. What do you expect she’s going to feel when you open your mouth like that??? “Mmmgh,” She groans, halfway between frustrated and pleasured, and turns away from you. She forces her lips onto her Mal’s, which are far softer and far more pleasant then she thought, and thrusts her tongue down her throat as a distraction.

You watch this with shock and lust- their mouths are barely closed so you can see where their tongues collide and you just want to be one of them. You want to do something. You need-

Letting out a frustrated sound of your own, you give in and lean upwards. Your lips find where Mal’s and Hilda’s pretty pussy’s collide and slowly graze your lips over the area in an open mouthed kiss. Just as you’re pressing your hot tongue against them, Hilda bucks her hips and you carefully move back down to the mattress just in time to see Mal hold Hilda’s hips perfectly still against hers- and cum.

Hilda comes as well, leaking her own jizz all over the place. They both let out contended sighs and god, they look like goddesses to you.

Quickly they rub themselves against each other again, spreading their juices all over eachother’s pelvic areas- creating a good amount of mess for you to clean up, then disconnect and sit down; Breathing heavily and recovering from their highs as you sit up and stretch your back.

Mal’s watching you as you do so, her eyes following the curve of your body until you look back at her- wondering why she’s watching you. When you raise a brow at her, she smirks. “Well?? Who are you going to clean first, love?”

“… Uh,” You look from her, to Hilda for help, and then back to Mal when Hilda proves unhelpful. “What- what do you mean?”

When you look to Hilda this time, she takes pity on you and curls one finger at you; Gesturing for you to go over to her which, obediently, you do. You come to her until she stops you, a hand on your chest, meaning you’re so close to your lips are very nearly touching. Hilda’s giving you a smirk, before she moves off the headboard of her bed and leans in towards your ear.

“You’re going to use your tongue, my dear. Clean us… with your tongue.”

When she leans back against the headboard once again she sees your eyes wide open and shocked, and loves it. Good, she thinks… now part your lips again. Please.

Your eyes slowly move down her body to her glistening groin, and you’re all too happy to go down then and bury your face there. Immediately her fingers are in your hair, scraping painfully over your scalp as her back arches up into your wet mouth. You lick Mal’s cum off of the queen’s skin greedily, spreading your tongue flat against her and taking as much as you can- until you get to her lips. There, you slow really down and dare to tease the Queen a little bit. Even with her claws in your scalp.

You give her clit only little kitten-licks, and slurp against her mound only softly. Taking the flavour from her slowly… and torturously gently.

“Oh, my dear… “Mal chuckles, watching the scene and probably the furious look in Hilda’s eyes with utter amusement. “I wouldn’t do that to her, if I were you… she’s been waiting for your mouth quite~ a~ while~ She’s liable to do something… a little rough, for you.”

“I think they want me to, Maleficent… “ Hilda’s voice is a surprise, above you. Gone is the mischievous, sensual drawl from before… “I can do that.” Now there’s a cold, sharp edge to it. Hollow. And just as you’re about to disconnect your lips from her warm, used, perfect pussy- her fingers slide down from your scalp to the back of your neck and forces you down securely against her.

This woman uses your mouth, now, grinding against your face so all you can do is hold your mouth open for her and stick your tongue out to roll through her holds.

It goes on like this, her using your tongue like a glorified toy and you just taking it like a desperate, obedient, slutty servant, until she cums again directly into your mouth this time. You moan at the flavour, licking into her once again and taking it all as she slows down and lowers her hips back down to the bed.

When you take your mouth away from her this time, she lets you. And as you sit back up properly again she gives you quite a pleased look- returning back to her controlled state, with hooded eyes and almost a frown on her lips. Whoever knew Hilda had such a side to her?… Well, you aren’t complaining. You can still feel her on your tongue.

“I think it’s my turn now, pet~” Mal calls, catching your attention from the other side of the bed.

“Oh- “When you turn your head to her, you’re choked to see her lazily thrusting two long green fingers in and out of her hole as she watched you with Hilda. Oh my god. As if hypnotized, you crawl over to her but before you get the chance to lower yourself to her hole- she takes a finger and guides your lips to hers in a kiss, first.

Its surprisingly gentle compared to how Hilda treated you. Surprising, because you never would have thought Mal would be the softer lover between them. You contend that you shouldn’t judge them without knowing better, again, as she kisses you warmly; Sucking the flavour of Hilda’s cunt and her cum off your tongue.

When its over, and she slowly lets you go, she gives an almost encouraging smile- if it weren’t for the evil glint always in her eyes. “… there. Now you’re clean.”

“… ugh, Mal.” Hilda rolls her eyes from across the bed. The gesture is almost audible, even as Mal has your full attention. “You’re so sentimental.”

“To each their own, Hilly… “

#Evil Queen x Reader #The Evil Queen x Reader #Evil Queen Grimhilde x Reader #Maleficent x Reader #Evil Queen x Maleficent #Evil Queen Grimhilde x Maleficent #The Evil Queen x Maleficent #Smutshot #Disney Villains #Disney Villains x Reader #Smut

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rzyraffek · 2 years

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Fallout4 characters with trans s/o

Swf headcanons, he/him pronouns

(Also its more about their s/o coming out to them and proces of transision)

Preston: this boi will support the hell out of you, will give you cuddles and cute complements ^^ He would borrow you one of his coats if you dont have any nice masculine outfits, but if u still like wearning feminine stuff he still sees you as pretty as ever. If somone is mean to you he wont get physical but He will let them know that they are not welcame

Nick Valentine: he understands you the most, he met some asholes that probably misgendered him and acted rude Just becasue he looks a little diffrent. But he will ban you from using drugs and smoking due to him worring about ur mental and physical health

Hancock: this guy has queer radar, he knew before he met you. Will still call you sunshine and hun but those are genderneutral so its alright. If somone is mean to you they are banned from goodneighbor, and btw they are already probably dead. Also you need a good timing to came out to him because he may be too drugged to understand (not that its compliaced, more because he doesnt even know what language you are using atm)

Catsworth- he is speedruning pronoun change, like you come out and next second he uses he/him like good robo frend he is💖 he wont ask any quesions bcs he aready knowwws😎

MacCready: imagine this scenario. You-Robert im Transgender Robert:A transformer🥺🥺🥺 You need to explain what it is, i mean he knows the idea he just never met any transgender person. I headcanon him as bisexual so theres no diffrence for him, he still loves you as much as before😊(bonus points if you have more platonic relationship with him and he will act like dad trying to teach his son some typical men-like activities for exampl how to chop Wood, how to fix a radio ect(even if you already know this stuff))

Paladyn Danse: this boi will be soo supportive^^ And super defensive if somone is mean, he wont do anything but He will intimidate them😎idk and idc what B.O.S thinks about le transgender people. Bcs Danse is in his rebel phase he doenst care either😈

Piper:our supportvite queen will go to library and try to find some books about trans people Just to impress you. If she cant find and good stuff she will Just go ask u stuff :) will bully anyone mean to u

Gage:He does not care, dont get me wrong, as long as you do your job he will respect you and think ur the coolest baddas ever. Of course He respect ur pronouns and If anyone misgender you, he will commit crimes (or snich to their boss if they are fellow raider) (if u are on testosteron he will do a tutorial how to shave)

#fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 #paladin danse #fallout 4 hancock #fallout 4 piper #fallout 4 x reader #nick valentine #fallout 4 nick valentine #preston garvey #maccready #fallout 4 gage

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kuromhiel · 1 year

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Could you write atsushi x gn!reader where reader has a very similar background to atsushi except they grew up with their parents until they turnd 18? Maybe reader opening up about their ptsd, and bonding + mutual comfort over not-so-great childhoods ;w;

Sorry if this is too much of an ask, if so i totally understand!! I love ur writing btw ❤️

Pffft...Relatable

GenderNeutral!Reader

↛Atsushi Nakajima

Warning(s): NOT PROOFREAD

↝Requests are open!

"You should do better." Kunikida commented, Dazai being a drama queen he is, putting a hand on his hand. "Why I tried my hardest, Kunikida-kun!" He said, striking a pose.

Kunikida rolls his eyes as he hits Dazai, the brown-haired male wincing in pain.

"You think that's trying?"

You froze at their conversation, the words feeling a bit too familiar. You excused yourself, walking to your desk as you took short deep breaths.

Your friend, the grey-haired male looked up at you, feeling confused as he watches your current state.

"Are you okay, [Name]?" He asks, concerned. You pause, your eyes widening as you froze in place.

You were having flashbacks to those times wherein you don't feel free at all, you're always haunted by the overprotectiveness of your parents and the way they would torture you mentally.

"[Name].." Atsushi let out a shaky breath, he puts a hand on your shoulder till' you came back to reality.

"Atsushi?" You looked up at him, a bead of sweat dropping from your forehead as you look at him with horrified eyes, as if you've seen a ghost.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" He asks, removing his hand on your shoulder. "No, nothing happened." You laughed it off, walking to your desk as you sat on your chair.

Atsushi sighs, walking to his desk which was beside yours. "Are you sure..? Don't try to avoid anything, [Name]. You can tell me..." He looks at you with concern, your breath hitches as you look at him.

"Let's keep this between us.." You started, looking away from him as you stared at your desk with sad eyes.

"The words of my parents. It's been haunting me lately." You pause. "As if they're ghosts. I-I can't even think of something else if someone says words similars to theirs."

"I can't think straight at all, I get a pang of deja vu, get scared, and all of that. I just, don't want it to destroy me." You said quickly, as if you were trying to say it all in one breath.

He looks at you surprised, unable to say anything for a few seconds before his gaze soften. You looked into his eyes again, the two toned colors were your favorite. He blinks before giving a soft smile, "Can I share something about my part, too?"

You nod slowly, "I have been haunted by the Orphanage director's words aswell. As if what they're saying is true when I make a mistake." You look at him with sad eyes. "But, take those words as a way to fight back. Prove them wrong and repeat those words that they've said. They'll be furious."

He chuckled, seeing your face soften a bit after his little joke. "I barely did anything that was enough for them, that's what they said. I was a child, I wasn't supposed to do much yet, although they treated me as if I was an adult. My young days have been..Taken away from me."

You sigh, a bit saddened again. Atsushi's hands comes it's way to yours, he holds both of it in between his slightly big hand and slender fingers. "Now it's your time to make it up for them, feel like a child again, it's okay." He encouraged you, you giggle.

"Oh really, what about you then?" You smile softly, "I didn't get the childhood I wanted either, but I'm sure my life now will make up for it." He smiles. "I didn't know you were quite optimistic." You laughed, "Oh sometimes I am, but I always am when talking to you." He gives you a big warm smile. You pause, a blush creeping onto your cheeks as he took a few moments to realize.

"I-I mean, I- I didn't mean-" You bursted out laughing at his excuse, making him more embarrassed. You relaxed for a bit, seeing a smile on Atsushi's face. "You're quite happy now, aren't ya?" You commented, letting out an airy laugh. "I'm happy you're happy." Your eyes widen at his comment.

"I'm sorry for all the things that guy has done to you, Atsushi-"

"Shhh, no it's okay." He cuts you off, "Actually, I'm sorry for the way your parents treated you, you deserve more than all those things you've had to go through. If I could turn back time I would defend you till' I die! Really, I'm sorry you didn't deserve su-"

You quickly cut his rambling as he felt a pair of soft lips crash into his, pulling away already in just 2 seconds.

"That's what you get for cutting me off." You smirk, leaving Atsushi quite flustered. "I don't regret it.." He mumbled.

#atsushi nakajima x reader #atsushi x reader #nakajima atsushi x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #atsushi x you #atsushi x y/n #ameijamsBSD🥂

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chipsonthemenu · 11 months

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tell me about your headcanons!!

EHEWHEEHHE HI AURORA THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME YELL

okay so basic list stuff:

chip: he/him transmasc greyaroace bi and has. some sort of back problems. also his pinkie that i keep forgetting about! also adhd too bro has 0 attention span /pos

jay: she/they transfem bisexual and BBBAD KNEE....thought she had this in canon but i might be mixing them up with mari omori.....occasional mobility aids that ollie helped her decorate :3

gil: any pronouns agender aroace but is very down for qprs. autism as hell <3 also probably other stuff i cant think of rn OH GLASSES GIL FR

ollie: THEY/THEM GENDERQUEER UNLABELLED SCREAMING IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS THE LITTLE BOY THE KEEP ONNTHE SHIP IS A GENDERNEUTRAL TERM DO YOU SEE MY VISION. also probably needs glasses. to me. and heavily adhd n autism

drey: they/them nb unlebelled nblm. gots their arms yk 👍 also kinda strikes me at nd in some way fight me on this

gryffon: okay. hear me out. they/he/she nb panromantic asexual. please. do you see my vision. also their arm and autism. gryffon is autism do you hear me.

finn: he/she genderfluid pansexual bro is a whore. also love the idea of fully mute finn and she is autism as FUCK DO YOU HEAR MEEEE

earl: nobody escapes from my queerness beam not even earl. he/him cismasc bisexual. bad back bad knees uses a cane. old man shit but also he hits people with the cane and uses it when making juice sometimes. ollie put fruit stickers all over it once and he actually kinda likes it but will never say that

queen: MY LOVE. MY ONE AND ONLY. ANY PRONOUNS PANGENDER AROACE. THEY HAVE AUTISM AND TICS (IM BLANKING ON WHAT THATS CALLED) AND STRIKES ME AS SOMEONE WHO NEEDS MOBILITY AIDS BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT FOR. XE ARE JUST LIKE ME FR AND I LOVE HER WITH EVERYTHING IN MY BEING

lizzie: she/her transfem lesbian. shit vision not jusy due to her eye but just in general. refuses to wear glasses

caspian: they/he libramasc achillean demisexual :) sssooooo many jrwi characters strike me as mobility aid users despite me not being one and caspian is no exceptionnnnnnn to this

john: sorry bee but. he/him cismasc VERY VERY GAY. MARSHALL JOHN IS A MAN LIKER. ALSO VERY AUTISM AND ADHD

niklaus: throwing in motherfucker too because i do have stuff. she/they/lun/he transfem genderfluid bisexual. thats it

i thibk thats everyone i wanted to yell about lmk OH FUCK ALPHONSE

alphonse: dont care. doing the silly. it/they/he agender aroace i do not care if they are the boat now it deserved better and he gets my headcanons

okay thats everyone i think thank you for letting me scream <3

LIED. LIED SO BAD.

jaz: JASMINE DRAAAAKE <3 he/they transmasc gay with autism and why do i see him having a prosthetic arm. no idea why okay i think thats ACTUALLY everyone now

edyn: she/e cisfem sapphic HOW DID I ALMOST FORGET HERRRRR

ensa: omg her. they/she transfem nb lesbain asexual. got her prosthetic leg and probably adhd

kira: SHE/THEY TRANSFEM SAPPHIC KIRA IS A WOMAN KISSER mwa love her

okay. goodbye fr this time i promise

wait no i wanna do the apoth crew too as an apotheosis enjoyer

peter: they/he transmasc demiboy with so much autism that likes men. also probably post-campaign cane user the shit they went through can fuck someone up

rumi: any pronouns genderfluid pansexual. there is some sort of thing i think they have (i dont think its imposter syndrome) but its something about never actually seeing herself because changeling shit yk idk

thanatos: it/they unlabelled :) doesnt need labels doesnt want em :)

OKAY. I THINK THATS IT FUCK EXANDROTH RESPECTFULLY OKAY WAHOO HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY UNGODLY LONG POST

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sednas · 2 years

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hot things the tokyo revengers boys do

attractive things they do without trying/ being aware of it

genderneutral!reader

trigger warning: nothing

─ mikey

he hums softly whenever you talk to him. it's hot because it proves that he's listening to you, but it's also hot because his low tone seems to resonate into your whole body, curling around you like a snake would curl around his prey.

the way he knows he has you wrapped around his finger. the confidence he has whenever he's asking you to do something for him and the way he smiles knowing you can't say no to him.

he gets super close to your face whenever you're saying something that has anything to do with your romantic feelings toward him. "oh really? that's really sweet of you to say." he usually answers, in a voice that seems like velvet to your ears. he often looks at your lips with lewd eyes after that but move away before you can kiss him. yes he's a piece of shit.

─ draken

always touch your hips to move you a little whenever he passes behind you. (bonus point when sometimes he quickly kisses you under your ear or on your neck.)

he willingly becomes your personal heater whenever you're cold. you don't even have to ask him to hold you, as soon as he sees the tip of your nose and of yours ears starting to get red you're already in his arms.

his.fucking.smirk. it's almost imperceptible, a little smile cross his lips and he slightly nods in your direction. it lasts a few seconds but it's enough to make you fall on the floor. he usually does it when he sees you during a gang meeting, when he can't talk to you for the moment. or when he has to go because mikey called him, before he's out of sight he turns his head and smirks at you.

─ mitsuya

he's so mature and responsible. he handles every conflict with calm and rationality and never loses his temper, you know you can rely on him, (bonus points bc he's good with kids and nice with your family too)

sometimes, when he's really tired, he just lifts your hoodie/shirt and pass his head under it. "you're really warm, I like it." you can feel his breath brushing against your skin and you're even more warm if it's even possible. the best part is that he does it without any ulterior motive, he just really likes being this close to you.

idk man he's just so nice to everyone, and respectful, he gives his seat to a pregnant woman in the train, he helps an old man to cross the road, he offers his hand whenever you're walking together, totally husband material, green flags everywhere, he would treat you better than your shitty boyfriend

─ chifuyu

he loves to talk to you really close to your ear, he says the most innocent and random shit like asking you if you want to eat italian food tonight and let out a surprised laugh when he sees your blushing face.

he kisses your knuckles, then the back of your hand, and he slowly raises up to your shoulder by tracing light kisses all over your arm, when he's at your shoulder he lifts his head to smile to you and god wouldn't be nice to be in a relationship with him-

he unconsciously licks his lips whenever he's hungry and sees some food he likes yes it also applies to you

─ baji

everything he does is hot, and yes it is objectively said by a professional baji's slut

but enough of exposing myself, baji acts like he owns every place he goes to. when he sits somewhere, he makes sure to spread his legs and extend his arm against the back of his sit. he looks down at everyone even if they're taller than him, he just knows how to look scary and intimidating. a confident queen

"look at me" you hear these words pretty often, like when you're anxious and too busy over thinking, he asks you softly to look into his eyes and calm you down. or whenever you act shy around him, he really can't help it, he wants to stare into your eyes

moans like a slut when he stretches. he's not even ashamed of it. when you hear his soft whines you usually drop everything you have in your hands while he's looking at you with an innocent smile. this man truly doesn't know the power he holds

─ kazutora

this mf smells really good. it's not even perfume, it's his own body scent, and it just makes it 10x times hotter. sometimes you nuzzle your head into his neck, drowning in his scent while he laughs a little because your hot breath against his skin tingles him.

you know the famous fuck me eyes trend on tik tok? we found the winner you can stop searching. I know that he has like, gigantic eyes that seem to want to swallow your soul but he can make them look really soft when he wants. his big ass eyes usually soften when he's looking at you, staring without realizing it.

he falls asleep on your shoulder or lap pretty often. he feels at peace when he's around you, and this shows how much he trusts you, letting his guard down and being vulnerable around you.

tokyo revengers masterlist

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mingiswow · 3 years

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Relax | Ahn Hyejin

Pairing: Hwasa x genderneutral!reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Words: + 1.4k

Warnings: sub!hwasa, dom!reader, fingering (f), swearing, praising (hwasa), a little overstimulation, you call her baby a lot, not proofread,

⚠ If you’re under the age of 18 and/or don’t feel comfortable reading that type of content, I have a lot of other content here.

⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there’s any mistake. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.

Request: Oh, my god. Can I just say your sub!hwasa fic was just so hot….. can I maybe request another one? Being a soft dom to hyejin after she comes home on a high after a performance?

The clock on the wall kept tick-tacking as you focused on your computer screen, finishing some details and retouches of the pictures you had to show your professor in the next class.

You were more than happy you had an all-rounder girlfriend, who gladly helped you in your project, being not only your muse, your inspiration, but your model as well. Ever since Hyejin entered your life a few years ago, everything changed, you never imagines that THE HWASA was going to fall for you, the clumsy intern that landed an internship at RBW and spilled coffee all over her in the first week.

To be really honest, everything about your relationship felt like a stupid cliche rom-com, from the way you met, how you became friends and were clueless about your feelings until some of your friends squared you two to talk about your feelings, your first kiss, your first time being intimate. Everything. What you didn’t expect was the first time she came to you and asked to dom her. It wasn’t something you expected but you didn’t deny it.

Hyejin was a very… interesting sub. She was compliant most of the time, behaving and doing as you say so. She rarely acted bratty, save for the occasions where she became jealous or felt like you were giving your college more of your attention than to her. Either way, you always got to make her enjoy herself.

You looked at the clock once again, 3 a.m., the time flew by but you managed to finish everything and send it to your professor. Hwasa was in a concert in town that much to yours and her sadness you couldn’t go - but you promised her you’d go the next day -, so she should be arriving in a few. So you decided to prepare some lavender and chamomile tea as well as a warm bubble bath for her, you had just bought this bath bomb that smelled like ylang ylang. Even though the concerts are always tiring and energy-draining, the first ones on a tour for your girlfriend were always the most exciting.

You had just finished melting the bath bomb and were playing with the bubbles when you heard her unmistakable singing voice. Yeah, she was definitely on a high from the adrenaline.

“Honey, I’m home” she sang, extending the “o” in home after she took her shoes and entered the house.

“On the bathroom”

She smiled widely looking at you and the bath, pulling you up for a kiss. “Is that all for me?” you nodded and kissed her lips again.

“I imagined you’d be high on adrenaline, so I prepared a relaxing bath and tea for you” she squeaked, her almost child-like persona always amazing you. “Take your clothes off and take a bath, I’ll grab your tea, ‘kay?” she nodded, already stripping out of her shirt.

You grabbed her favorite mug, a cute coral one that had matching drawings with yours, and served the tea, taking it back to the bathroom.

“You’re so good for me” she said as she heard your footsteps enter the place, eyes closed, neck resting comfortably on the little pillow you put, head thrown back, and a big smile on her face.

“I’m just doing what my perfect sweet girl deserves” Hwasa felt her cheeks burn at your words, the sweet pet names always putting her in a place of adoration and submission, she loved being your good girl, your sweet girl, your princess, your queen, she loved being yours with body and soul. “Take your tea and why don’t you tell me how was the concert”

Her eyes opened, hands grabbing the tea as she took a sip, enjoying the soft, sweet, and warm taste on her taste buds.

“It was great! The second nights are usually calmer because the first and the last ones are the fullers, which is funny because makes no sense-” she fired the words, excitement lacing her voice, even with all the downfalls of being an idol, she still loved to perform, to sing and inspire people.

As she spoke an idea popped into your mind. You slowly dipped your hand and arm in the water, searching for her tights and squeezing. A little squeak left her lips “keep talking, baby, I’m just helping you relax” Hyejin bit her lower lip, her eyes become instantly glossy, as you expected she was entering her sub space.

The singer went back talking as you massaged her tights, hand getting closer and closer to where she was starting to feel the heat rise. Instinctively she opened her legs, a smirk taking place on your lips. “S-so Byulie unnie went to perform her solo, it’s always good for- ahn, y/n” she lost her focus as soon as your fingers touched her clit.

“Keep going, baby girl. Be a good girl for me and tell me everything about today” with the other hand you grabbed her face, turning towards you and licking her lips. “Can you do that for me?” she nodded, lips searching for yours for a kiss, which you gladly complied, kissing her deeply, tongues dancing inside your mouths, breaths becoming more accelerated as you kissed and your fingers playing with her clit.

You two broke the kiss, Hwasa throwing her head back and taking a deep breath before speaking again, her voice as loud as a whisper, her mind becoming cloudy with arousal and pleasure. It was hard for her to properly form her words and sentences, she just wanted to enjoy your touch, but she knew if she didn’t finish you wouldn’t let her cum. And that was her priority.

“A-and… and… y/n I’m close, please, I… cum” the woman announced, her body, slipping into the bath, your fingers following the movement.

“But I’ve barely touched you, are you already going to cum?” she just nodded, eyes closed with pleasure, holding her orgasm the longest she could and your movements on the bud became faster. “Oh baby, you’re so sensitive. You can cum now” a rope of thank yous left her lips as she came, your fingers helping her ride her orgasm.

“y/n… please…”

“What is honey? Are you sensitive?” she nodded, the knot in her stomach building up again. “Can you take one more? Can you be a good girl and cum again for me?” she moaned, her honey voice being music to your ears. “Look at you, baby. Always so good for me, always taking what I give to you. I love you so much, my dear” her hands grabbed the edge of the bath, knuckles white from the strength.

You entered her pussy with two fingers, the water of the tub mixing with the wetness of her genital, a lewd sound filling the room. Hyejin moaned again. And again. And again. All she could do was moan as her walls clenched around your fingers while you pumped them in and out of her. “You pussy seems hungry, baby. Eating my fingers. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” She loved your praises, if there was something about the woman is that the more you praised her, the more she would melt into you, do whatever you told her to.

Her torso flew to the front, a deep whine leaving her lips as one of her hands grabbed your arm. “Are you gonna cum again? Go on them, cum on my fingers” like a button was pressed, her walls clenched hard, almost trapping your fingers in. You loved to see her fucked out like that, voice hoarse from the moans, chest rising and falling and heart beating fast with euphoria and adrenaline, eyes glossy and heavy, the sweat drops falling down her beautiful tan honey skin. More than that, you loved Hyejin.

When you noticed her high was coming down, you took your fingers out of her, the woman whining at the emptiness. You gently kissed her lips, savoring the taste of her grape lip balm mixed with the salty taste of her sweat. The kiss seemed to come from two different people if compared to the previous actions.

“I love you” your girlfriend spoke, lips curled in her beautiful smile.

“I love you too. Now let’s get you dry and go to bed” you lifted yourself up, earning a whine from her. “I know what you want but you have one more show tomorrow, I can’t fuck your voice out” you leaned down again, grabbing her chin and looking into her eyes “even tho I wanted to, my beautiful girl can’t have her voice ruined. Be brave for me and wait until tomorrow’s show is over, yeah?”

“Fuck! You have such a good way with your words” you chuckled at her pout when saying the sentence, helping her to dry herself and going to lay together in bed, her body pressed close to yours. You both drift asleep very fast, smile stuck on your lips.

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trumpkinhotboy · 3 years

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Safety book

Pairing: Embry Call x GenderNeutral!Reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Definitely fluffy

Rating: pg

Warnings: None, this is smooth like butter:) (BTS ref hehe)

Word count: Approx. 4 200- 4300

Requests: Open!

Music recommendation: A twilight comfort reading playlist (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biw0FrjbB5c&list=WL&index=21) I suggest listening from 7:40 as I feel the songs are the most fitting beginning there:)

A/n: I am super excited about this fic! I feel like there's not that much content out there about Embry, so I wanted to contribute to adding more to this platform:) This is my first try at a gender-neutral fic, I really hope it's okay. If you ever have advice or comments about that particular aspect please feel free to message me about it! I want to learn how to do this right and constructive criticism is super duper welcome:) Just know I'm trying my best!!

I also got the inspiration for this fic from a headcanon. I've been searching around, but I can't find it anymore. I think it was about each member of the pack’s secret. Embry’s was that he secretly liked poetry. I will keep searching for it, but if you know who it is from please tell me so I'll be able to adequately source them here:)

** Gif is NOT MINE!!

Summary: Through a shared passion for literature and books, Embry and the reader get to know each other. What seems to be just a sweet hobby, will lead them towards a path filled with comforting and heartwarming moments.

“Atchoo.”

“Bless you.”

“Atchoo!”

“Bless you.”

“ATCHOO!”

“...Bless you.”

Six pairs of eyes turn to you, eyebrows arched, questioning your increased sneezing.

“You okay?”

“Yes, I’m...” Your eyes close slightly, and you feel the characteristical tickle in your nose foreshadowing another sneeze. “Fin...ATCHOOO”

“Ah come on! You’re getting it all on ME.” whines, Jared. He lifts his arms in the air in an attempt to block the attack but fails miserably. “Dear god, control yourself Y/n!”

“Stop making such a fuss Jar.” intervene Sam, unimpressed as ever with the boy's behavior. The others cannot help but make fun of their brother while he cleans his arm with a dramatic amount of soap. They are all aware that he is quite the drama queen at times.

“Sorry Jared, I don’t know what is going on with me. I can’t help but sneeze.”

“Maybe it’s hay fever?” Suggests Embry while handing you a tissue with a small smile.

“Maybe.” You blush and take it from his hand. You try to avoid his gaze but get entrapped in its brown depth the second you look at him.

He’s looking straight at you, and somehow it feels like time stops, as it seems to happen every time you interact with the quiet Quileute.

“Well, you should get treated.” Interrupts Jared in an annoyed tone.

“Yeah, I do not think mister drama queen here can endure more of your sneezing.” Adds Jacob, addressing his signature grin in your direction.

“Alright, I will get some meds at the drugstore.”

“I can come with you.”

You turn around to look back at Embry; he has gotten up, hands in his pocket. His kind eyes look unsure; he seems incredibly aware of the words that just left his lips. There is nothing but silence in the small cabin as everyone is waiting for your answer. The five boys are looking at the both of you, their eyes going continuously from Embry's face to yours.

“And why would you go?”

Oblivious being his middle name, Quil does not seem to feel the tension in the room. Neither does he understands Embry's subliminal message when he looks at him with threatening eyes.

“Emb? Aouch!” He lets out a small cry as Jared slaps his arm with the wet towel he just dried his hands with.

“Won't you shut up!” whispers his older brother.

“Uhm, my sister used to have hay fever every spring. I know what’s the good medicine.” Finally answers Embry, his eyes slowly going from Quil to you.

“Oh uh, yes sure.” Your face feels on fire, but you force yourself to give him a nod in agreement. As if you would ever reject his proposition anyway.

“Then go.” Hurries Sam. “The sooner you get the medicine, the faster you will stop sneezing like crazy.”

“See you later guys.”

You hastily head to the door without looking back. Your priority, getting out of the embarrassment-filled room before you melt in a puddle on the floor.

In your eagerness to get out, you don't catch Embry's relieved nod toward Sam. Jacob, Quil, and Jared are already acting like idiots, kissing the air, touching themselves in a mimick of an exaggerated make-out session. The killer look he addresses them only makes the werewolves burst out of uncontrollable laughter.

“Wow.”

Facing you, there seem to be a thousand different boxes of different colors. They all proclaim to be the best and most efficient sort of medicine there is on the market.

“So, what did your sister used?”

“Oh um... I think it was a... blue box?”

Incredulous, you look at him and then at the ten boxes of blue packaged medicine placed on the shelves.

“Anything a little bit more specific?”

“Uhm...” He keeps looking at the boxes as if one of them was about to magically jump in his hands and you are seriously starting to doubt his ability in medicine picking.

“Are you sure you know exactly what you’re looking for here?” You try to hold your smile as you see his slightly panicked expression.

“Well, it did have been a long time since I bought the medicine but”

“How long exactly?”

“Four years, maybe?” He melts in a shy smile, and you cannot contain yourself from laughing anymore. Far from being mad, you find it quite comical and can’t help, but question why he would ever suggest coming with you if he didn’t know what he was doing.

“Alright, then. Let us look at all the blue boxes Mr.The Expert.”

Once you get back in your car, the compartment fills up with Embry's wood-like smell. You breathe, maybe a little too loud, the subtle odor and wished you could bottle it up.

“Would you mind opening the glove box and give me gum, please? Take one if you want.”

As he opens the box, something falls to the ground. He picks with interest the used book between his feet. The cover page reads: “Pride and Prejudice.”

“Oh, sorry. That's my safety book. Just put it back in there.”

He smiles at you. “A safety book?”

“Yea, I always make sure to have a book within arms reach in case of boredom. I have read this one at least a thousand times, but it never gets old.”

“ ‘She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me, and I am in no humor at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.’ I always thought Mr. Darcy was kind of a pain in the ass.” he snickers while examining the book in a disinterested manner.

Your eyes grow at least two sizes when you hear the soft timbre of his voice reciting one of Mr. Darcy’s quotes perfectly. He stiffens suddenly in reaction to your surprised expression.

“What?”

“You- you read the book?”

“Yea, at least twice. It’s not my favorite. I don’t really understand Mr.Darcy, why he is so stuck up and thinks so highly of himself. I also don't get why he is not honest about all the good stuff he did. I know it is supposed to be about how he is so humble, but... it felt a little over the top for me. He could have gotten Elisabeth way faster if he hadn't been so obnoxious. But yeah, it is a great piece of literature, so I had to read it.”

You stare at him, your mouth slightly open in surprise. Never, EVER would you have thought Embry Call into literature. Never, EVER would you have thought he had an actual opinion about it, and never EVER would you have thought he could be any more perfect than he already was. You slightly reprimand yourself for this inner monologue. Just because he did not seem like the 'type to be into literature' you never should have made that kind of assumption. You have to keep an open mind, especially since something tells you you are up for many more surprises with Embry Call.

“I also much more prefer poetry.” He looks down at his hands, his voice lowered. He seems shy about revealing that piece of information. The fact that he still said it and was willing to let you know this about himself is making you feel giddy as ever. “I saw you read a lot. I thought we could, talk about it.”

“Yes, of course, I would love to.” You stare at him as your brain is running at super speed. You immediately think about all the books you could talk about, all the conversations and time that could buy you to spend in his company.

“You sure? You look a little…”

“Honestly, I never pictured you as the type of guy to like literature. I know I never should have made that kind of assumption about you just because of the nature of the activities you and the guys do. Plus the fact that you are a werewolf. I mean that should not prevent you from having different hobbies! That also doesn’t mean I didn’t think you were nice or interesting before! It's just I-”

Through your ranting, you started aggressively playing with your box of medicine. It’s not until you completely destroy one side of the package that you become aware of his complete silence. You peek at him, he is staring at you, his mouth twisted in a satisfied smirk.

“I’m so sorry… that was a hell of a rant. I- all I wanted to say is that I think it’s really cool... Maybe we could get some lunch and go somewhere to talk?”

You went to the local market to get some snacks before he brought you to one of his favorite places, a cute spot near one of the smaller beaches in the Reservation. It was on the verge of the woods, not so far; you could still hear the sound of waves crashing softly on the grieve. You grabbed an old blanket sitting in your trunk and sat down together.

Your afternoon was filled with laughter and passionate arguments. You were impressed and surprised by Embry’s knowledge of literature. He told you about how it was a hobby of his since he was a kid. He even confessed that it helped him get over the difficulties of phasing and entering the werewolves' world. He also has a deep knowledge of poetry, which you haven’t read that much, but are eager to learn more about. Your chin resting on your palm, a lazy smile on your lips, you listen to him with careful attention. You never heard Embry talk so much, to hear him do so with such excitement, you can not help but swoon. From time to time, your gaze drifts to his mouth. Observing the curves of his lips as he talks passionately about his favorites authors and pieces. A moment or two, he caught you but never said a thing. A subtle blush colored his amber skin while his dark eyes quickly darted towards your lips before he carried on with his explanation.

It was getting dark and colder as the sun went down. Your now empty stomach was gurgling desperately for some much-needed fuel. Your human body, not exactly made to resist cold temperatures such as mister werewolf right here, was by now completely taken over by goosebumps. When he realized you were shaking like a leaf, he felt so bad for not thinking about you. A hundred apologies spilled out from his mouth. You hoped that he might offer to warm you up in his incandescent arms, but Embry’s rational and timid psyche would not head in that direction. Even though secretly, the idea had crossed his mind a hundred times, he would not dare.

You drove him home and finished the afternoon with a ton of recommendations and a promise to reiterate the experience.

The following morning you were awoken by furious knocking on your door.

“Y/n!!! You are late for school! Get up. NOW.”

You gave a confused look to your alarm clock. 8:45 am. Shit. You were late. You sat up in your bed, feeling a little dizzy. Tissues sparkled around your bed like a minefield surrounding the area of your sickness. When your mother finally barged in to get you up, her brows furrowed with incomprehension.

“Are you okay hon?”

“I don't feel good... I think I might have caught a cold.”

She walked out, her voice echoing in the corridor of your house. “I knew it. You weren't wearing enough layers yesterday! It’s not summer just yet.” She came back in, thermometer in hand, to sit on your bed beside you. Pulling up the sleeves of her vest, she pressed her cold hand against your burning hot skin. “Open up.” She ordered.

Turns out you had a fever on top of all your other symptoms. She allowed you to stay home and called school. Being the overprotective mother she has always been, she almost took a day off to look after you, but after some talking, you convinced her it wasn't necessary. She finally left, assuring you could call her anytime if you needed her.

You spent the day sleeping, watching TV, and looking upon the net some of Embry’s recommendations. You did spend a lot of time laying in bed, looking at the ceiling, daydreaming, and replaying the past evening in a loop with a big dumb smile.

Leah came around later in the evening to give you your homework and updates about your missed day.

“Someone really seemed to miss you today...”

“Really? Who?"

“Don’t play dumb with me Y/n Y/l/n. You know who!” you bit your lip in a pathetic attempt to cover your excited smile.

“Alright then, tell me everything!”

“He kept asking about you and why you weren’t here. As I heard, I think you two had a quite nice evening together yesterday?”

You blushed hard and looked at your hands to avoid Leah’s upfront gaze.

“It was so nice Le. Embry is just such a nice guy to be around. We spoke loads about literature and books and…wow. There is something about him I can not explain...”

“Like something that inexplicably pulls you to him?”

“Yeah, kinda.” You’re impressed and relieved as soon as she said it out loud. That's the exact word to describe the way he makes you feel. “How did you know that?”

“Mh, just a lucky guess.” She seemed to be hiding something, which isn’t so unusual with Leah, she is a very secretive person, but if it was about Embry you were all ears.

You were about to interrogate her for further information when your mom came in to kindly lead your friend out. You needed to rest if you wanted to be able to get back to school fast.

“Oh, I might have given him your phone number too.”

“You what?!”

A mocking expression on her face, she waved goodbye without adding a word. You cursed her mentally and looked at your phone like it was a ticking bomb waiting to blow up.

In fact, about an hour later your phone buzzed twice almost making you fall out of bed. You had been trying to play it cool like you didn’t care, when, in truth, you had been anxiously looking at your notifications every five minutes for the past hour.

“Heard someone is sick?”

“Who is this?”

“Take a guess.”

“Give me hints.”

“Incredibly handsome, of an incomparable intelligence, well-read and thinks that Baudelaire maybe isn’t as good as he was thought to be.”

“Well, I don’t know about the first part, but there is only one person crazy enough to belittle such a poet as Baudelaire.”

“Hey!”

“Sorry🤷‍♀️”

“So, how do you keep busy?”

“Mostly used all my distractions for the day. Might go to sleep soon.”

“Unlock your window. I have something for you.”

You heard a little knock right away. If it wasn’t for the short notice, you probably would have woken up the whole neighborhood with your scream. Of course, you did squeal anyway, but at least it was not a full-on big ass banshee scream. You walked over, your oversized pajama hanging loosely around your figure. There in the shadows was Embry, a warm smile on his lips, holding something behind his back with an enigmatic look in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered while looking around in the darkness.

“I have something for you. I thought it could help you pass time.” He handed you a book, its cover totally worn out, a clear sign of the many times it had been read. “I guess you could say this is my comfort book.” he grinned and lent a loving look towards the volume now resting in your hands. “There might be some notes here and there. I hope you won’t mind.”

You looked at the book while a wave of warmth overtook your stomach.

“It's perfect. Thank you so much Emb.”

“When you will finish reading it, we’ll have to talk about it. Gimme your opinion all that fun stuff.”

You paused for a second, taking in his adorable grin, and smiled. “Wait here.”

You went to your book-filled shelves, knowing precisely what you were looking for.

You were always a little uncomfortable with lending your favorites books to other people. In a way, giving someone a book was allowing them to see a hidden part of you. It was different with Embry, you wanted him to see these secret parts of you. You handed him the big volume, a shy expression on your face.

“It is only fair that I give you something to read in exchange. I hope you will like it too.”

A bright smile light up the boy’s face, his pearly white teeth shining in the dark night.

“I will take my time reading it. That way we will have to meet another time to talk about this one.”

You looked up to him, hope brightening your eyes. His expression was soft and so warm. A smile took place on your lips, his pupils focusing on them for a quick second before going back to your eyes.

“Alright, I will let you rest. Text me if you ever get bored.”

He gave you a little wink before silently running off in the forest without making a sound. You stayed by the window a little while longer. Still feeling as if what had just happened was unreal, although the beautiful gift he left you was a reminder that it did.

You stayed in another day, promising your mother you'd do your homework and would catch up easily. You also dedicated chunks of your day to read Embry’s book. It was a collection of poetry, and although he made it seem like there would be only a few notes here and there, each page was scribbled with his handwriting. Some phrases highlighted, corners of pages turned, a few smileys drawn here and there to signify his appreciation for a specific poem or verse. You weren’t sure what you enjoyed more; the book itself or the private access you had to each of his thoughts splattered on the pages.

The day went by incredibly fast; soon enough the sun went down, the shadows getting longer as it did. Your mother knocked on your door, announcing a visitor as you were getting ready to read some more in bed.

"Sure Le, come in." expecting your best friend to come in once again, you didn't even turn when you heard the door open.

“And can I come in?”

You spun on your heels to see your mother hiding behind your visitor with an amused smile. In front of her, you were surprised to see Embry and not Leah standing on the threshold of your door.

“Here are your homework for today. Leah... couldn’t make it tonight.” He scratched the back of his neck looking uncomfortable as ever. He reported his attention on your room, taking a quick look around while you were just standing there, waiting to see what would happen next. He relaxed and smiled when he saw the poetry collection resting on your night table. He pointed to it before looking at you with a curious grin.

“How’s the book?”

You spent a while talking about it, but soon enough, your mother started taking a few laps in front of your door. She would never come in and ask him to leave out of respect for you, but you knew it was time for the visit to end.

“I wish we could keep talking but…” you looked at your mother who, realizing she was caught, escaped towards the kitchen. You doubted he didn’t notice her presence but felt relieved when he didn’t say a thing. Understanding the hint, he took his leave of absence, but not before suggesting you leave your window open for some fresh air tonight.

After he left, you cleaned your room, went in for a quick shower, and delayed your mothers’ questions for later. You spent the rest of the night waiting for… something? You weren’t sure if Embry’s last comment meant to say more, but you could hope for it, right?

At 10:00 pm, you heard your mother’s quiet footsteps stopping for an instant in front of your door. With your lights closed, hidden in your covers just like when you were a child staying up too late to read a book, you prayed that she would go away. She did, extracting a sigh of relief from your lungs.

At 11:00 pm, you were convinced he would not come. Propped on your elbows you looked at your open window. You must have taken his innocent advice for something more. You couldn’t help a feeling of shame and a little bit of sadness creeping up in your heart. You were about to close it completely when a hand appeared from the darkness to stop it from its descent. You shrieked, terrified, and convinced you were about to die.

“What are you doing?!”

Recognizing the sound of Embry’s voice immediately reassured the furious thumping of your heart. You took a deep breath relieved to know you would not be killed by some monster tonight.

“Embry Call, you almost killed me with a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry, but you were about to close your window on my hand.”

He chuckled; his face and figure finally recognizable in the dim light given by your night lamp.

“May I come in?”

You stepped aside leaving him enough room to adroitly climb in. You were suddenly acutely aware of the lack of space in your small room. Even though Embry was not the biggest out of the pack, he was still above average height and size for a teenage boy. You sat on your bed, inviting him to take a seat on your desk chair.

The rest of the night was spent in whispers, hushed laughs, and throws of pillows when a funny joke was said, and you laughed a little too loud. At one point, you picked two books of your collection and read randomly picked passages to each other, discussing your opinions, thoughts, or fictional scenarios you’d create based on it. It was the most fun you had in quite some time. Your heart felt full; you wished the night would never end, but sadly, as your cellphone proved it, time had slipped until it was now 2:00 in the morning.

“Shit, I should probably go and let you rest…”

“You don't have to.” Emphasizing on the 'have' part, you hoped he would understand that you did not want him to leave at all. You even gave him your best smile as a persuasion technique.

“Y/n” he chuckled and walked towards you. You were buried head to toes in your blanket your eyes closing on themselves. “You’re about to fall asleep. You need rest if we want to be able to go on another adventure out together.”

“But…”

“Y/n…”

“Wait. First, I need you to hand me my box of medicine before you go.”

He did so, a smile crossing his lips as he picked the blue box you chose together at the drugstore.

“And I need my bottle of water.”

“Of course.”

“And I nee…”

“Y/n Y/l/n are you stalling?”

“Maybe…”

He laughed again at the display of your childish technique. Although this time he took a seat on your bed beside you, his arm laying innocently on your legs.

“If I read you one of my favorite poems. Will you go to sleep then?”

You nodded eagerly, handing him quickly his book. You shuffled on the side, patting the free space beside you for him to sit. He did so while you watched with interest the poem he chose.

“I knew this was your favorite.” You smiled proudly at him.

“And why is that?”

“Because you put two smileys at the last sentence, the corner of the page is folded, and it’s the only one you haven’t put any notes on.” You interrupted your observation with a yawn pointing to the page where the smileys were.“On all the other ones you wrote improvements, thoughts, opinions, but this one, nothing. I think it’s because you love it just as it is.”

You snuggled in your blanket, waiting for him to begin his reading. His gaze was set on you, the shadow of a soft smile on his face. You nodded, encouraging him to begin.

He started reading, his voice a whisper in the small cocoon that your room was. Just like the most beautiful lullaby, his voice was soothing and soft. It was taking you on a journey through each phrase and verse. His tone was clear, not an ounce of hesitation. His eyes were set on the page, but you knew he was not reading. He knew this poem by heart.

When he was done, your eyes were closed, your breathing slow and peaceful. He stared at you for a minute, completely entrapped in your aura. Nothing else existed; nothing else mattered at this moment. There were just the two of you, floating in the universe, unified in what felt like the most magical moment.

Reluctant, he knew he had to go. He tried to do so without making a sound, not wanting to wake you from what seemed to be the most peaceful slumber.

“Please stay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please.” Your voice was faint and sleepy, but there was no doubt in your answer.

He sat back in, this time placing his arm around you and bringing you closer to his body. You sighed happily; you wouldn't be denied access to his incandescent warmth this time.

“I really like you Emb.”

“I really like you too Y/n.”

“We will have more days like the one we had?”

“I’d like that.”

“And more nights like this one too?”

“Anything you want.”

...

A/n:

I hope you liked this fic and that it brought you comfort and happiness:3 Feel free to send me a request for a blurb, headcanon, or fic for Narnia and the wolf pack in Twilight:))

A reminder that the headcanon of Embry liking poetry is NOT my idea. I will keep searching for it, but if you know who is the author of the headcanon please tell me!!! Thank you loves xx

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salazarslytherin · 3 years

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dance lessons (j.p x gn!y/n)

requested: yes! by @riddikulusweasleys

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summary: james teaches you how to dance

cw/tw: nothing, fluff is all, genderneutral!reader!!!

word count: 1.5k

a/n: short and sweet james fluff <3 hope you like it love! reblog to boost xxx

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"So Y/N, who are you going to the ball with?"

Suddenly, all eyes were on you, the vivid conversation that had fogged the large table vanishing as you stared at Sirius like a deer in headlights. Froth covered your top lip from the mug of butterbeer you'd been sipping on, and you quickly wiped it away on your sleeve, blinking and stuttering slightly as you tried to answer the question.

"Um, no one."

Mutters of confusion sounded around the round table, a few other students in the Three Broomsticks whispering to each other as they caught wind of your words.

"What? Did nobody ask you to-"

Marlene delivered a quick slap to Dorcas's shoulder, widening her eyes as a quick sign of 'shut up' before turning back and smiling at you, a reassuring look in her eyes.

"It's okay Y/N, there's still time before the ball."

You shook your head at your friends, biting your lip to prevent a laugh from bubbling out of your mouth.

"No, no, no. It's not that, I just don't really feel like going to the ball."

A series of gasps sounded around the table – your friends were quite the drama kings and queens indeed.

"It's not that big of a deal! Relax."

Protests of "of course it's a big deal!" came around, but you quickly cut them off, wanting nothing more than to just move on from the conversation.

"Who wants another round of butterbeer? I'm buying!"

⚔︎.

"So, Y/N."

It was three days later now, you and James were sat in the library working on a transfiguration essay that was due the day after. Leafing through a reference book, you hummed lightly at James, a gesture for him to continue.

"Why aren't you going to the Yule Ball?"

Letting out a groan, your head fell to the table, knocking against the book.

"Can we not talk about that? Sirius literally bugged me about it all of potions."

Twirling his quill in his hand, James quirked an eyebrow at you, an inquisitive look in his eyes.

"Yeah, but unlike them, I know that you were asked. I was there when you were asked. By like, four different people. Why didn't you just agree to one of them and go?"

Letting out a deep sigh, your head turned to face the boy, tucking your hands under your legs as you sat on them, sheepish as you stared at him.

"Okay I can tell you. Just, don't laugh or whatever."

The boy nodded at you, his brows furrowed in uncertainty as he watched you trap your bottom lip between your teeth. Gnawing on the flesh, your eyes fluttered between his, dropping down for a second before exhaling:

"I don't know how to dance."

⚔︎.

That's how you ended up in the Room of Requirement, staring at your shoes while James fiddled with a charmed record player, putting on some old classical song that you might have heard somewhere in passing.

"Alright, are you ready?"

You looked up at James, pursing your lips in a semi pout.

"James I swear I've got two left feet or something, s'not gonna work out very well."

The boy rolled his eyes, straightening his back in true Pureblood fashion as he looked down at you.

"Please. I've had dance lessons since I was four. I can teach you to dance anything."

Stretching his arms out towards you, James raised his eyebrows, gesturing for you to move towards him.

"Come on, I'll lead."

⚔︎.

"Left, two, three."

"Shit!"

James's foot snapped away from under yours, the two of you stumbling as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. Holding you closer to him, the pair of you fell down to the ground, you landing on top of him.

Your chests were pressed together, your lips ghosting his for a moment as your eyes refocused on James's. Your face was dangerously close to the bespectacled boy's, your breath fogging his glasses slightly. Noticing your distance, you scrambled to get up, brushing yourself off as you stood up. "Sorry James! Fuck, told you I can't dance." The boy laid on the ground for a few more seconds, his eyes blinking in a mist of mild confusion before he stood up as well, clearing his throat awkwardly. "That wasn't too bad. It's literally your first attempt, don't get so distraught over one mishap."

You raised your eyebrows at the boy.

"Really. One mishap. Sure, that's the first time we fell on the ground, but it's like the tenth time I've stepped on your foot."

The seeker rolled his eyes at you, stepping closer to wrap his arm around your waist again as the music automatically looped on the player. He took your hand in his larger one, extending your arms towards the door before stepping backwards.

"Yeah, well, mistakes happen Y/N. This doesn't mean that you can't dance. You're literally learning. It takes time. Not just three hours in this room."

You sighed as you stepped to the side, instinctively responding to James's movements as the two of you waltzed in time to the music.

"Do you really not want to go to the ball?"

You rolled your eyes as your feet glided over the wooden floor, James's hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you into a heel turn, shoes clicking on the smooth maple.

"I-, I don't know."

Your arm was lifted over your head as James twirled you gently, your arm extending as your left foot stepped out sideways, your intertwined hands extending as your free arms stretched outwards, before turning back in to clasp each other gently once more.

"Come on Y/N, it'll be fun."

As if to emphasize his point, James twirled you outwards, the tenacity with which he did so making you laugh as your hand flew out instinctively. Laughing alongside you, James pulled you back in, your body whirling closer towards his in a laugh.

The laugh was cut off as the momentum made you stumble, James letting go of your hand to catch you, fingers interlocking as he wrapped his arms around your waist fully. Eyes squeezing shut in fear of falling, only to find your chest pressed against James's as he pulled you in.

One eye opened as you looked up at the bespectacled boy, the other quickly following it as you watched James, his eyes darting down to glance at your lips before looking back into your eyes.

Your chests rose and fell in unison, as the seconds ticked on you became acutely aware of the fact that his grip hadn't loosened, hands wrapped around your waist, eyes boring into yours.

"Um-"

"Y/N-"

Your mouths opened in unison, smiling as both of you stopped simultaneously.

"You go."

James nodded, his bottom lip sticking out as he furrowed his brows in a bout of uncertainty.

"Do you, wanna go to the ball with me?"

A smile blossomed on your face.

"Don't you have a date?"

James looked up awkwardly, his arms stiffening around you but still not quite letting go.

"Um, I might have... been waiting to ask someone."

The corner of your lip curled upwards as you looked up at the boy.

"Oh yeah? But what if that someone still doesn't want to go?"

James's arms pulled you closer – somehow it was still possible. Your chest fully pressed against his, the prominent smell of broom polish and mint dancing into your olfactory senses.

"I thought I might've persuaded them. They'll have a fantastic dance partner too so they won't have to worry."

Your eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"But... What if they still need some persuasion?"

It was now James's turn to smile, the sides of his mouth turning up as his eyes darted down to your lips once more.

"Would a kiss persuade them, you think?"

"Maybe-"

Before the word had left your mouth properly, James had caught your lips in a kiss, melding your mouths together as your eyes fluttered shut. His hands finally left your waist, trailing up your sides to cup your chin. Your hand moved to hold him by the nape of his neck, memorising each and every crevice of his lips.

After a fleeting moment that seemed to last forever, the two of you fell apart, chests heaving as your hands left each other for the first time in minutes, the ghost of James's hands on your waist haunting you.

"So, are they convinced?"

A soft chuckle left you, pressing your lips together in a moment of shyness, cocking the edge of your mouth upwards.

"Hmm. I think they are. So, shall we practice more? So that somebody won't be too embarrassed on the dance floor?"

James held his hands out, tilting his head to the side as he smirked at you.

"Of course. But it's your turn to lead now."

Your mouth fell open, staring at the boy, bemused.

"What?"

James barked out a laugh, ruffling his hair slightly as you just watched him.

"You don't expect me to lead all night, do you?"

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ Innocent mornings ~

Warnings: YE GOOD OL SMUT, genderneutral!reader, virgin!hyunjin, hickies, masturbation(m), orgasm(m), nicknames(babyboy), cum eating.

Word count: 1,292 words (i got carried away hehe)

Requested: yes! thank u so much🐇 anon <3 (✧happy late b-day ✧)

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Outside the frosted window the birds were chirping their peaceful song. Even if it was below freezing this time of year the sun never failed to wake you up with it's rays. You slowly opened your eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. The first thing you saw was Hyunjins erection through his pyjama pants. You had been lying with your face near his dick, occasionally rubbing against it while you squirmed in your sleep which, together with his morning wood, gave Hyunjin a huge erection. You flinched back in surprise and sat up, squinting as the sun burned into your eyes. What you didn't expect to see was Hyunjin wide awake, lying like a log. You smiled at his stiff expression.

"Oh... didn't expect you'd be awake" you said in a hoarse voice.

"Mmhhm..." he hummed as he swallowed hardly, adams apple bobbing in a swift motion.

He looked oddly uncomfortable, staring at the ceiling as his boner grew the more you looked at him, widening the tent in his pants.

"You good? You seem uncomfortable?" you asked, your facial expression as confused as a question mark.

"i-it hurts..." he whispered, barely audible.

"What hurts? Did you hurt yourself? I heard from Chan that-" you were interupted by his loud exhale.

"No...its my.. m-my erection" he continued to stare at the ceiling as he brought his delicate hands to his face, covering it in embarrassment.

You laughed as you streched your arms, looking out the window.

"Ok? So what? Go jerk off or something?" you put one foot on the cold wooden floor, thinking about what you wanted to eat for breakfast before you were harshly grabbed by the wrist and pulled back. You landed against Hyunjins bare chest.

You glared up at him, his hand gripping your wrist hard enough to leave red marks.

"I don't know how y/n", he managed to muster up the courage to look you in the eyes.

"What? Wait.. what? You don't know how to jerk off?" a smirk formed on your lips as you sat up, releasing yourself from his grip.

"You don't have to rub it in y/n!" Hyunjin said in a flustered voice, looking to his right.

For some reason you though that he was cute in a flustered state and so you couldn't stop giggling at his innocence.

You cupped his erection through his pants, giving his dick a harsh squeeze which made him jump, being the drama queen he is. Hyunjin looked at you, pale as a ghost.

"What? Someone has to teach you and who better than me?" you grinned but he was still terrified.

Leaning over, you dragged him into a heated kiss as you bit his bottom lip. Your tongues interlaced with one another in a mess of saliva and hot morning breath. Hyunjin grabbed the back of your head, pulling you even deeper into the kiss. As you tilted your head you trailed a hand down his chest and abdomen, eventually reaching the top of his boxers, gently swiping your finger across the band. Hyunjin hand was now holding a fist of your hair, your other hand cupped his cheek, you ran your thumb across the flushed skin a couple of times making Hyunjin feel loved.

Gradually you pulled his blue pyjama pants and boxers down, the fabric resting around his flexed thighs. He whined in pleasure as the air hit his exposed dick, the tip was decorated with a bead of precum from being hard for so long. You pulled away from the kiss, a string of spit seperating your lips. Hyunjin released his hand from your hair as he searched for a breath of air after the lustful kiss. You wrapped your hand around his shaft to which he shuddered.

"I'll demonstrate then you have a go" you said, still relatively close to his face. Hyunjin nodded eagerly.

Gently you moved your hands up and down his shaft, picking up pace steadily to not overwhelm the inexperienced boy. You looked him in the eyes, those innocent brown eyes were glued to your hand that was jerking him off. Hyunjin squeezed the duvet, knuckles whitening as he let out tiny whimpers. When the pace got even quicker he shut his eyes tightly and rested his head against the headboard, his neck was on full as he faced the ceiling yet again. You couldn't help yourself so your lips attached to the sensitive part of his neck, sucking red marks that would turn purple the day after. Hyunjin moaned as your hand bobbed up and down his rock hard member, the pain from the hickies being pleasurable.

Suddenly you stopped to which the innocent boy whined, feeling disappointed from losing contact with your warm hand.

“Were you even looking or were you too caught up in the feeling?” you asked with a light sneer.

“I... I think I got it..” he said, trying his hardest to not shut his eyes in embarrassment. “It feels weird, like I want to pee” he exploded in laughter, his eye smile made your heart warm but Hyunjin was mortified, wanting to hide underneath the bed. You laughed at his innocence as you stroked his blonde locks.

“Keep going and you’ll feel good soon, baby” you said in between laughter, tangeling his hair in your fingers.

Hyunjin grabbed his hard member and started stroking himself just like you did moments prior. Your fingers digged deeper into his hair, grabbing it by the roots and pulling his face towards you. His lips were a deep red color, possibly stained from you sucking on them earlier. Slightly parted, he exhaled softly through the gap. Hyunjins gaze was pure, the blend of his cat-like eyeshape and soft brown color made your heart beat harder. He leaned into you, crashing his dark red lips on yours, still jerking off in a steady pace.

Tilting your head you deepened the kiss my licking his bottom lip, coaxing his tongue. Your tongues met yet again, the warm breathe from his nose hit your pinkish cheek. Hyunjin picked up the pace, his pink tip appearing everytime his hand went down the shaft.

“There is... a s-strange feeling” Hyunjin said as he slowly pulled away from your lips. You stroked his cheek that was feverishly hot and then trailed down to his chest, twisting his nipples gently.

“Don’t stop now baby boy” you said in a hushed voice. Hyunjin followed your words promptly. He grabbed onto your hand that wasn’t on his nipple and squeezed it hard, lacing his fingers with yours.

He fucked into his own hand, movements getting sloppier as he was nearing his release. You kissed him yet again, hoping that it would trigger his climax. Hyunjin moaned into the kiss, eyes rolling back into his skull as a piece of hair was covered in sweat hanged infront of his forehead.

The last couple of pumps were fast and Hyunjin broke the kiss, a loud moan spilled from those perfect lips as white lines of cum landed on his abdomen and duvet. His sensitivity was over the roof so when you put your lips around his tip to lick him clean he shuddered vigoursly, almost seeing stars when he shut his eyes.

“You did good baby” you said between kitten licks, feeling a hand in your hair as Hyunjin curled his toes. You moved away from his now limp dick and grabbed a cloth that was lying on the floor tossing it at the panting boy, chest heaving.

“Thank you for teaching me baby” he muttered as he wiped himself off.

“Next up is taking your virginity” you joked, getting off the bed.

Hyunjin snapped his head towards your streaching figure, fearful of what awaited him.

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kyarymell · 3 years

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A New Thirst [Reposted from AO3]

Pairing: Louis Amamiya (Code Vein) x GenderNeutral!Reader Content Warnings: EXPLICIT. Dubious Consent, Fuck or Die, Choking Note: COMPLETELY UNEDITED. After much deliberation, I have posted this again after nuking it from my AO3. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS.

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The drone of the jukebox and Yakumo’s raucous laughter set the mood for the evening at home base. Jack and Eva were entertained by his stories, Rin and Coco discussing business. Things had calmed down after Io took the relics onto herself and saved the Successors.

The next plan of attack was to honour Cruz and Io’s memory by working towards co-existence with humans. Easier said than done, but the team decided on clearing dens of Lost to make the Gaol a safer place.

Making preparations for the next mission, Mia was sharpening her bayonet and Louis was mixing a dark red concoction in clear vials. The Successor of the Blood and Queenslayer, now a regular Revenant, looked on in curiosity. Before, they seldom talked, but now they made an effort to communicate more.

“What are you making?”

Louis squeezed an eyedropper, adding a small amount of an unknown liquid. Sealing the vial with a cork, he swirled it in his hand.

“It’s an Ichor blend made with some of my blood. Designed to give anyone an edge in battle. You can have one, if you want.”

Nodding, the Revenant placed a vial in their utility pouch, thanking their friend. Usually, one would be wary about accepting strange mixtures to consume. Louis on the other hand was trustworthy, having their back since they met in that underground cavern.

‘Time flies...’

It’s been almost a year and with the changing situation in the mists, the Queenslayer started entertaining strange thoughts. They should be used to it now; Louis pushing them out of harm’s way, a pat on the back for a job well done...

Now, those touches only served to make them more aware of how close Louis always was.

Making up an excuse that they needed to do some preparations of their own, the Revenant retreated to their room. Was it too much to think that they could be more than friends? He seemed busier than ever, but still included them in his plans.

Sighing, they decided to get some shut-eye. Revenants seldom needed to sleep, but it made them feel a little more human again conforming to a schedule.

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The Queenslayer forgot all about the little red vial until they were cornered in a fight. Having exhausted their Ichor and separated from the group, they pulled off the cork and drank it all in one go. Unlike the usual ability enhancing stimulants they took in the past...

Louis’ Ichor blend was cloying, the scent overpowering their senses and rationality. Hands curled into fists, they picked up their sword, swinging it with a renewed ferociousness.

“-designed to give anyone an edge in battle-“

Is this what he meant?

Invigorated, they shrugged off any previous injuries. Going through the motions of Circulating Pulse, it was like their sword hand moved on instinct. Lost shrieked in terror as they were cut down swiftly, shields breaking at the force at which they were hit.

Running on autopilot, they didn’t rest until every Lost in their surroundings were eliminated.

Finally sensing that the danger was over, the Queenslayer collapsed to their knees. Breathing heavily, their vision started to fill with red. They panicked, pulling up their sleeves to check for any signs of frenzy.

No protruding veins, no abnormalities.

…But everything felt so unbearably hot.

‘What’s happening to me? Is this bloodlust?’

Their legs trembled, gloved hands grabbing fistfuls of dirt.

Suddenly overcome with an urge to touch, to drink deep until they were completely sated, the Revenant desperately wanted to take off their Blood Veil. They wanted to take their mask off.

‘Too constricting… can’t… move…’

Feeling a hand on their shoulder, glowing red eyes glared at the offending person.

“Hey! It’s just me, Louis. I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner, the rest of the group were on the other side of that road collapsing-”

The Queenslayer tackled Louis to the ground, fists clenched tightly at his collar. Gripping their wrists, he tried to push them off. They resisted instantly, straddling him and pinning him with their thighs.

With a sense of despair, Louis felt the fight leave his body. After all the trials and tribulations, they were going into frenzy now? Frenzy on a routine mission?

But their lives had only just begun. A life without the Queen’s influence, a life without having to scrounge for blood beads every day.

Blood beads...

He suddenly remembered that he had blood beads on his person in case this happened.

An otherworldly scream pierced the air signalling more Lost and the Queenslayer’s head turned sharply towards the noise. This momentary distraction gave Louis enough time to knock them out with a well-placed hit to the back of the neck.

As they slumped forward, he apologised profusely. There was no time to lose. Ensuring that their mask filter hadn’t fallen in the scuffle, Louis drags them off to a building away from the Lost.

Despite the decrepit state of the structure, Mistle seemed to crawl along the walls in vines.

Releasing the clasp on his mask filter, Louis took a deep breath in. Removing the unconscious

Revenant’s mask, his fingers traced along their jaw for the tell-tale signs of frenzy.

‘What was that?’ he mused, peeling away their Blood Veil.

Removing their gloves, he looked to the inside of their wrists. Smooth skin met his gaze, no scattered red veins to be seen. To ensure that his eyes weren’t deceiving him, Louis gently turned their head to the side.

Nothing.

Sighing, he radioed Yakumo to let him know that their friend couldn’t be moved and the rest of the group would have to go back to base. After giving the red-haired Revenant all the details, he sat back, trying to relax.

Now starts the waiting game.

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I want his blood. I want to drain him.

The Queenslayer woke with a start, disoriented. Breathing heavily, their bared fangs glistened in the low light. Blinking, their vision came into focus, realising that the brunet who was invading their thoughts was right there with them.

“Hey, you’re awake. Wait… your eyes-“

I want-

Quicker than he could react, the Revenant was upon him again, pinning him to the floor.

‘My body has a mind of its own… I don’t want to hurt him.’

“L-Louis,” their voice was trembling from the exertion of holding themselves back, “help…”

“What happene-mmph!”

Louis was cut off by the Revenant trapping him in a heated kiss, a thumb on the corner of his lips to force his mouth open. They ran their tongue along the indents of his teeth, the roof of his mouth and pulled back to bite his lower lip.

I want to taste.

Everything soon became clear, shaking hands haphazardly loosening his tie. He tasted the tell-tale bitterness that was his own Ichor.

“Did you-ah... did you drink the Ichor blend?”

The Revenant nodded, too choked with lust to form a coherent sentence. Flustered, Louis realised that he was never in any danger to begin with. He wouldn’t have been kissed so feverishly otherwise.

Weapon long discarded, his clothes were being pawed at. Would it be so bad to indulge them a little? Swallowing the lump in his throat, he realised how weak he was in the face of his “attacker”. It was no secret to the other members of the group that he had been nursing a crush on them for a while.

No.

Crush wouldn’t be the correct word to describe how deep his feelings ran. That aside, he really wished this happened differently.

“What do you want?”

“Your blood. Your Ichor. You...”

They looked so desperate and Louis squashed down any semblance of trepidation. “Okay. I want to make sure you’ll remember this.” Louis was never one for laying back.

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The Queenslayer licked their bloodied lips, retracting their fangs. With the sweet relief of being able to drink Ichor straight from the source, the Revenant was still left wanting. However, if they drank until sated, Louis was sure to fall into frenzy.

The next plan of attack was to solve the side-effect of unbridled arousal in hopes it would bring them back to normal. Lying under him, exposed, their rationality had been discarded long ago. Scars from battles gone by and trials they faced together- all was bared to the Prometheus wielder in front of them.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you’re not patient.”

There was a growl in their throat, dashed away by gloved-fingers skating across their uncovered skin. The Revenant shivered under his touch, Louis brushing a nipple with his thumb. They arched into his touch and with that small show of encouragement, he pinched the sensitive nubs.

As they squirmed, Louis replaced the fingers with his tongue. Their breathing hastened, tugging slightly on his hair as his tongue swirled around their chest languidly. Sneaking a glance to his companion, he saw half-lidded eyes, mouth slightly open in contentment.

He must’ve been doing something right.

Pressing kisses to their exposed throat, Louis nudged their legs open to gain better access. This motion caused their hips to brush together, the Queenslayer hissing at the friction. Their control must’ve been iron, to not tear Louis’ clothing to shreds then and there.

Instead, they grabbed the back of his neck, mashing their lips together desperately. The kiss was filthy, just like the others; a mess of teeth and tongue, the metallic taste of Ichor. Louis bit down on their bottom lip, making them shiver.

“Suck.”

Pushing his gloved fingers into their mouth, he waited as they obediently did what they were told. Deciding they were sufficiently wet, he withdrew and reached between their legs. As they clamped up in surprise, Louis clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“C’mon. You’re doing so well.”

Stroking them deliberately slow, the sounds he forced from their mouth were weighing on his conscience.

Who was the hunter and who was the prey here? He couldn’t help but entertain the idea of taming such a heroic being. Someone who everyone looked up to with unwavering loyalty, reduced to a writhing mess... how for would Louis be allowed to take this?

Flashes came to him all at once; should he flip them over and fuck them until they begged him to stop? Would it be better if he let them sit on his cock, riding until they drained the both of them completely?

His companion was a flood and he was getting swept away, fast. There was something about them that was so alluring, something about them that was driving him wild.

Was this need to overpower his partner truly a facet of his psyche, hiding in the shadows all this time?

Louis pulled away and tugged his gloves off with his teeth. There was no telling what would happen if he left his friend to their own devices. The situation wasn’t ideal at all: he should’ve confessed his feelings earlier and if returned, let nature take its course.

Instead, due to unforeseen circumstances, the intimacy would be happening right here, right now, in an abandoned building.

‘Stop thinking. Just do.’

Fumbling in his pockets for something to prepare his partner with, the reality of the situation sobered him a little. Mumbling an apology, he coated his fingers in the oil he used to maintain his weapon. Revenant or not, there had to be an order to do this.

He’s not sure if he should be surprised, but as soon as his fingers slid in, their hips lifted to bring them in deeper.

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Louis was too good to them.

He wasn’t as strong as say, Yakumo or Jack, but the way he fucked the Revenant in earnest satisfied them greatly. How could someone undying be so warm? Biting their lip, they shuddered as Louis bent them in half. Unable to stop themselves, they bit into the sensitive flesh of his neck, lapping up the Ichor that escaped.

“Mmph... don’t get too greedy.”

Sweat beaded their brow as they tried to keep quiet. Despite the circumstances, Louis whispered words of encouragement and pressed many affectionate kisses against their skin. Underneath the surface of uncontrollable lust, they lamented on the fact that they weren’t in a relationship.

Suddenly, their thoughts were halted by an embarrassing sound escaping their mouth.

Louis grinned, spreading their legs obscenely wide.

“I’m glad you’re feeling good,” he thrusts in at the same angle drawing another noise, “it wouldn’t be fair if only one of us was enjoying this.”

“Idiot.”

Louis blinked, never had he been insulted by his companion before. He was about to ask what they meant until they reached up and whispered in his ear. They sounded more like their old self and not the Revenant caged by bloodlust.

“I’m enjoying it because it’s you.”

Emboldened, his eyes went suddenly dark.

“Hold onto me.”

Shocked, the Queenslayer wrapped their arms around Louis’ neck as he lifted them. Feeling their back against the cold wall, they were completely filled once more. Leaning forward, the Queenslayer pressed their lips together in a blood-tinged kiss.

Louis fucked them like he wanted to break them apart. The Revenant felt like they were melting on the inside, stomach coiling in arousal whenever their sensitive spots were hit. In this position, Louis could pull out and just let them drop back down.

There was nothing to do but take it, the sensation making their toes curl. Wrapping their legs around his waist, they held on for dear life. Their nails dig lines into Louis’ back, shivering as his hips smacked against their thighs. He seemed to like the rough treatment, groaning in their ear.

The Revenant felt a jolt of pain, the back of their head hitting the wall. Louis curled his fingers around their throat, squeezing. His hair was tousled, eyes wild like a beast. Wincing, the Queenslayer stayed still, despite their fight or flight instincts kicking in. They trusted that Louis wouldn’t hurt them, at least intentionally.

His lips are parted, gaze searching as his thrusts begin to slow. Blinking, he seems to have come back to his senses, releasing his hold on his companion’s neck. Despite losing their breath for a moment, they were frustrated because they were so close.

“Sorry. Don’t know what came over me.”

He’s panting heavily, lifting the Revenant and placing them back onto the floor where their clothes were piled up. Light was dying around the pair as cracks of sunlight peeking through the wall were chased away by dusk. The roots of Mistle cast an ethereal glow, the shadows dancing around Louis’ form.

He really did look remorseful.

Sighing, the Revenant stroked his cheek in reassurance.

“It’s alright. Keep going.”

“But-“

“You’re hurting me more by not letting me come right now!”

Louis bowed his head in embarrassment, caught off-guard. The Successor of the Blood was rarely outspoken, after all.

“I got it.”

Leaning forward, Louis pressed his forehead against theirs, pushing into them once more. From there, they brought each other to the point of no return over and over again, until stars blanketed the Goal of the Mists.

The mutual bloodlust brought on by the special Ichor Blend eventually went away.

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After what seemed like forever, the pair trudged back to home base slowly. Opening the great wooden door as discreetly as possible, their hopes of returning undetected were gone in an instant Yakumo was sitting at the bar nursing a drink, still wearing his Blood Veil.

“Ah, there you are! Mia was worried sick. She went to sleep not long ago- took a lot of convincing. I knew you would pull through!”

Louis shrugged.

“Is that why you look ready to go out at a moment’s notice?”

“You’re my buddy though! Can’t kill me for being concerned.”

The Queenslayer rubbed their tired eyes, deciding to stay out of the conversation. Limping, all they wanted was to get clean and get to bed. Their haggard appearance didn’t go unnoticed by the heavy swordsman.

“Looking a bit down there, want this Ichor Blend I whipped up?”

“I think they’ll be fine, was just a lot of Lost out there.” Louis responded quickly before they had a chance to answer.

“Right! Okay. Gotcha.”

Yakumo wiped the bar down and put the glass in the sink. Shrugging off his Blood Veil, he went to fasten his weapon to a case near Rin’s workshop. He gave the Revenant a sly smile before retreating to his room.

“Whatever you decide to do from here on out, do it in moderation, okay?”

Louis lowered his head awkwardly, but not before seeing his companion’s mouth open in shock, followed by a small nod.

“You would do that again… without any outside influences?”

It would be good to clear the air now, rather than later. In a show of vulnerability, they revealed their true emotions.

“Yes. I’d be with you again. Always. If you’d let me.”

Louis said nothing, instead grabbing their wrist and taking them to the hot spring.

#code vein #louis amamiya #louis amamiya x reader #louis amamiya x mc #code vein fanfiction #my stuff

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saberdeity · 3 years

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𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⇾ 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

pairings ⇾ loki laufeyson x genderneutral reader

summary ⇾ the certain god of mischief doesn't know how to handle his feelings for another human

warnings ⇾ slight mentions of low self image?

a/n ⇾ this was requested by @lucywrites02!! I really hope you like it angel and thank you for requesting! I've seen a lot about plagiarism going around lately and I politely ask that you don't do this, thank you 💙

*not my gif full credit goes to the owner*

Loki was different but in the best way. He always knew how to make you smile, how to make you laugh on a bad day and most of all he knew you. He knew everything about you and it’s why you both got along so well. He’d been your best friend through everything and you’d stuck with him for as long as you could remember after you’d met him after the whole ordeal of New York.

You’d helped him come to terms with things and helped him through the dark days he had. You sat just outside his cell talking for hours on end and when he was finally let into the main tower after a lot of arguing from you and Thor, you’d helped him settle in.

There had always been feelings between the two of you, everyone around you could see but Loki and You always denied it if you were ever called upon it. The only person you’d told about your feelings for Loki was Nat as she was also your best friend. You’d always had this fear that he didn’t like you back, I mean why would he? You weren’t a god or anything you were just human. Little did you know Loki didn’t see you that way at all.

Loki thought you were fascinatingly beautiful, he couldn’t believe he’d been so lucky to find someone as kind and caring as you were. He thought about you ruling beside him, his queen. He never understood how he was feeling towards you, the little butterflies in his tummy when he saw you scared him and the thought of love made him seethe but all the anger and hate he’d built up over the years dissipated whenever he saw the sparkle in your eyes. He never felt worthy to have love or anything as kind and precious as you were.

The feelings Loki felt scared him, panicked him even. He didn’t know what to do with them nor did he know how to make them go away. How could someone like you love someone like him? In his eyes he wasn’t worthy of your love, he was petrified of corrupting you but he couldn’t stay away for very long.

The only way Loki knew how to deal with these feelings was to shut himself away and isolate himself. He’d been completely ignoring you, doing everything he could to avoid you. It hurts you a lot. You thought there was something you did wrong or you did something to make him angry and you couldn’t for the life of you think what it was.

You tried for at least a month to talk to him and talk about what was going on. You missed your best friend, you missed him more than you’d like to admit but you did.

One night you heard movement from his room when you were awake for the third night in a row. You decided that there wasn’t a better time than now to corner him and basically force him to talk to you. He was getting a glass of water and you knew this was your chance.

“Before you scurry off back into your room at the sound of my voice, I just want to talk Loki, please can we talk?” You plead, standing a good distance from him to give him the space you thought he clearly wanted. He nods, not saying a word.

“What did I do to you? I've been trying to rack my brain and think of something I did or said but i can’t think of anything at all, I don’t know what i’ve done to deserve being shut out by the only person who truly understands me” You reply, completely defeated and he could sense that in your tone of voice.

“It was nothing you said at all or did” He replies, feeling a little guilty for what happened.

“Then what is it? I miss you Loki, I miss my best friend” You say softly, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“I have these feelings, feelings that i cannot even begin to comprehend, I feel sort of numb without you and for someone like me it is not normal to feel this way but I guess i’m trying to say I like you” He says, scratching the back of his neck slightly embarrassed by his confession.

“Loki, why didn’t you just tell me? I like you too” You replied, biting your lip softly as you avoided his gaze.

“You do?” He whispers softly before using his finger on your chin to tilt your head up to meet his beautiful eyes.

“Of course I do Loki, you are the only person who truly understands me, who really knows how to make me laugh or make me smile, you’ve been with me through thick and thin! Plus you’re hot so that’s a bonus” You chuckled as he did at the last comment, you’d never seen such kindness and admiration behind his eyes then you did in that moment.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, his cold hand resting itself on your cheek.

“Of course, you don’t have to ask” You smile as his lips connect with yours. Your arms instantly wrap themselves around his neck, the kiss soft and passionate the opposite of the God of Mischiefs personality.

You both eventually pulled away for air, just staring at one another for a few moments almost making sure that the moment you shared was real.

That one moment in the kitchen of the compound was the start of a beautiful relationship and the start of Loki’s softness.

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missingrobin · 4 years

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Freaks (Peter Parker x Genderneutral!Reader)

Warnings: Fighting

WC: 2628

Loosely based on: Freaks by surf curse (I highly suggest you listen to it!!!)

A/N: I’m so sorry I’ve been gone for so long guys! I missed you so much and I’m back to writing more consistently. If you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them my way!

Masterlist

Your day started like any other, you rolled out of bed, got ready for your day, grabbed your bag and roamed to the nearest coffee shop. Still only half awake you ordered your tea and sat outside at the table farthest from people possible. Birds chirped loudly and swarmed the pretty blue sky that rested above. You slurped your tea and checked your phone. You scrolled through Instagram looking at friends from high school and how they were doing in college. You felt a small wave of sadness wash over you as you thought about how you would be starting college in the fall and how you would have to leave your family behind. Your eyes were constantly heavy and felt like the weight of the world was sitting on your face from worrying about school and life in general. Nothing had been the same since you started experiencing small changes in your body. Your head would be pounding and it would like you were being run over by a truck. Your hands would start changing faint colors of purple or blue when you weren’t even doing anything, and worst of all sometimes you would stand up and instantly black out.

You felt a dizzy spell coming on so you decided to walk back to your apartment. You walked slowly and hazily till you reached your door, but still the banging in your head wouldn’t stop. You stumbled inside and fell on your couch deciding to rest for a while.

Meanwhile at the avengers compound…

“Tony we’ve been tracking Y/n for 2 weeks already, we can’t just sit around and wait till they start attacking innocent civilians,” Steve said while resting his head in his hands from frustration. Nat walked in and heard all the commotion but decided to walk out before things got too ugly.

“Steve please shut it, I know but I don’t want to make the wrong move and get us all killed because you wanted to be impatient,” Tony rolled his eyes. Rhodey and Bucky sat at the kitchen table listening into one of Tony and Steve's many fights.

“Then what are we gonna do Tony!” Steve snapped at Tony.

“We're gonna send the kid in to capture the other kid,” Tony smirked and did his I told you so face while the room got quiet.

“Tony I’m not so sure about that, do you really think the kid could do all that?” Steve questioned with judgmental eyes. Rhodey and Bucky looked at each other and then looked away, everyone was completely lost in their thoughts questioning if this plan would work.

“Yes I’m sure,” Tony remarked after a few minutes. “It’s pretty hard to mess up a kidnapping when you’re an Avenger,” Tony pushed his glasses up to his face and everyone eyed each other looking for what to say. By this time Nat was back and decided to sit in the living room and listen in as to what was being talked about.

“Tony you’re helpless,” Steve stormed out of the room and decided to go train.

Tony rubbed his hands together and yelled at Friday. “Friday send Parker his assignment and tell him if he messes this up I’ll put a bomb in his suit.

“Okay Mr. Stark your message was sent.”

Queens, New York(Peters bedroom)

“Yeah Ned, I told Flash not to eat Safeway sushi but do you think he’d actually listen to me.” Peter sighed and rubbed his forehead.

A flash came out of his closet doors from his suit and he jumped up instantly.

“Hey buddy I’ll call you back, Stark sent me a mission.” Peter squealed and jumped up and down like a little kid.

Peter walked over to his suit and pressed the intercom. A hologram shot out and appeared right in front of Peter.

“Kid your mission is to go capture this mutant,” Tony held up a picture of you and Peter gawked and your beauty. “They’re highly dangerous and don’t know how to control their powers just yet but we’re capturing them to train them and recruit them for the avengers, Oh by the way they can control your mind and heal people with water so maybe try and get on their good side.” Tony smiled nervously and the hologram faded away.

“Fuck how do I always get left with the shittiest jobs possible,” Peter raked his hands through his hair and flopped dramatically on his bed. “I’m not so sure if it’s right just to go kidnap someone if I don’t even have a motive, I’m pretty sure that's illegal but I need to impress Mr. Stark.” Peter flopped on his bed and questioned whether he should or shouldn’t try and kidnap you.

After an hour of pure mind riddling thoughts Peter stood up and decided to get this over with. He pulled on his suit and shot out his window, he hesitantly followed the his built in GPS that led to your apartment.

When he arrived he tried to climb through the back window that led into your bathroom but missed and went through your bedroom window. He crept around slowly and tried to see if you were home. He checked your bathroom first, then your kitchen, then finally your living room. You rested uneasily on your couch tossing and turning almost every other minute. You spoke softly in your sleep and occasionally snored.

“Well this wasn’t too hard,” Peter chuckled while shooting a tranq dart at you. Too bad it wasn’t that easy for him though. You physically weren’t awake but your brain could sense if you were in danger at any time so your eyes shot open and you rolled off your couch before the dart could strike your skin.

You rose and started floating. A thought popped in your head that you should throw him out a window and that you did. You flicked your hand softly to the left and Peter was sent flying out of your apartment. He crashed on the pavement and civilians screamed. You felt bad for flinging him out a window but it had to be done. Then you screamed.

“What the actual fuck, how’d I do that?” You looked down at your hands and flipped them over almost 20 times trying to find a logical explanation as to how you just threw some guy out a window.

Something in your brain didn’t let your guard down just yet. There was still some type of danger around and you needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

You dashed out of your back door trying to avoid the street but you were met with Black Widow and Captain America.

“Fuck,” you sighed in defeat while they both stunned you with electric pods. You passed out and hit the ground hard, fading off into another restless slumber.

When you woke up you were in a metal room that had no doors or windows. It was cold and empty other than a metal chair that you were chained to. You slumped over into a proper position and tried to focus your eyes but you just couldn’t.

Outside the box

“Are they okay?” Peter questioned with sorry eyes. There were bruises all over his body and a small cut on his face. Peter pushed the hair out of his face and stared at his battered fingers.

“They’re fine kid, but why’re you so worried about them? Didn’t they throw you out a window or something?” Tony eyed Peter and waited for his answer but it never fully came. Just small stutters fell from Peters lips and confusing glances shot Tonys’ way.

“Ooooh I get it you think they’re attractive don’t you,” Tony raised his eyebrows and smirked while elbowing Peter in the side causing him to start coughing. “Shit sorry kid didn’t mean to kill you but at least my plan worked out,”

Peter craned his neck around and his eyes shot open. “What do you mean your plan worked out Mr. Stark, I literally was thrown out a window.” Peters’ hands started getting hot and his heartbeat fastened.

“Kid keep up, out of all the Avengers I sent a literal child to go capture a super powerful mutant, why would a billionaire, playboy, genius do that when I knew that they could literally kill you. Hmmm let me think, I did that because I knew they wouldn’t see you as such a huge threat compared to Natasha or Bucky. Look I’m not saying that I don’t believe in you or that I think you couldn’t do it I’m just saying that I’m smart so I sent you in first. Then I let the adults handle it.”

Peter pushed himself off the couch and stormed off to find where you were being held. Tony groaned knowing that he really just messed up. Peter wandered the hallways till he could find any clue as to where you were being held.

“Hey Bucky, can I pretty please ask you a super secret question?” Peter flashed puppy eyes at Bucky and did a tiny smile.

“They’re being held in the basement by the gym, anything else?” Peter's jaw dropped instantly.

“I- um how exactly did you know that I was going to ask that,” Peter nervously racked his hands through his hair and a faint tint of pink graced his cheeks.

“I heard some of what Tony said and I know what it's like to be held captive by someone, so get them out of here kid. I know that we’re the avengers and all but we don’t have the right to make decisions for someone like that, Unless they’re actually trying to harm people and the only reason they harmed you was because you tried to capture them, and I’d do the exact same thing if I were them.” Bucky ran out of words to say and looked away. Slowly he turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Bucky and Peter were never really close so it baffled Peter that Bucky would go against Tonys’ orders to help someone he doesn’t even know, but Peter could see the pain in Buckys eyes when he talked about being held captive. Maybe this was the wrong choice and it would cause a lot of tension between Tony and Peter but it was a risk that Peter was willing to take to do what is right.

Peter stormed down to the Basement and eventually located the holding cells. They were in one long hallway that extended about 100 ft. The hallway was lined with cells that had transparent barriers that would instantly burn anyone who tried to go through them. Peter searched every cell till he got the very last one which was a metal door that had no handle.

Peter kicked the door and your head shot up instantly. You tried with all your might to shake out of the chains that bound you and your chair to the floor but it was no use. Panic filled your veins and your hands instantly started to sweat. Then suddenly you were met face to face with the most gorgeous boy you’ve ever seen.

“Hi I’m Peter, Peter Parker,” the charming boy flashed you a bright smile and you looked at him shocked.

“Um hi I’m Y/n nice to meet you I guess,” you smiled a warm smile but you were still hesitant of the stranger that stood in front of you.

Peter stood awkwardly still and stared at you like you were a shiny diamond.

“So Peter, I’m guessing you didn’t kick a hole in that wall just to say hi, so what exactly do you want?” You straightened up in your chair and eyed Peters’ body, he wasn’t skinny or super buff but the perfect in between. He had the most perfect brown eyes and hair, and whenever he didn’t know what to do with himself he racked his hands through his hair.

“Oh right I’m here to save you Y/n,” Peter smiled warmly

“Well what the hell are you waiting for,” you giggled softly. Peter rushed forward and ripped the chains that attached you to the floor right out like they were merely plastic. You stretched your arms and legs but you nearly tumbled over from not walking for a few hours.

You and Peter rushed out of the metal room and tried to weasel your way out of the compound. You snuck around corners and hid by houseplants trying your best not to be spotted. When you finally got out of the compound you didn’t know what exactly to do. Your head was spinning from all the crazy shit that happened today. You were kidnapped by the Avengers, then unkidnapped by the Avengers. You felt like you might explode.

“Okay Peter, I need answers right now, Who the fuck are you really? Why did you help my escape and how did you even know where I was in the first place?” Wrapped your arms around your torso, taking a step back from peter.

The sun was finally starting to set and the cities’ lights started shining in the sky.

“Okay first things first, I’m Spiderman and I know you might hate me a ton for attempting to kidnap you butttt I was just trying to win Mr. Stark's approval because I kinda care about what he thinks of me, and I knew where you were because Bucky told me where to find you. Oh shoot you know Bucky right,” You shook your head super confused. “Okay so Bucky is the Winter Soldier, and he wanted me to help yo-”

“Okay Spider boy slow down, I get the most important parts,” You were still quite confused as to why Peter would break the trust of someone he cares about the most just to save you.

“So why did you betray Stark, you barely even know me,” you sighed softly waiting for Peters’ response.

“I saved you because before you threw me out your window the look in your eye made me believe that you didn’t actually want to hurt me but you were just scared like I was, and I couldn’t just sit by while you were being held prisoner for no apparent reason that’s totally against my morals,” Peter flashed a quick smile and you could tell in your heart that he was one of the most genuine people in the entire universe. He wasn’t lying at all about anything that he just said and he was actually worried about what would happen to you if he didn’t step in.

“Thank you Peter, that’s definitely one of the kindest things anyone’s ever done for me. I just don’t understand what's going on with me, I’ve never thrown anyone out a window before and I keep getting weird feelings everyday. My life is just really going downhill,” You found your way to a park bench and decided to sit for a second, Peter joined you.

“Hey Y/n we’ll figure out what's going on with you and I promise to keep you safe, I’m pretty sure this super shitty traumatic event at least ended with a friendship right.” You laughed calmly and soon Peter joined in. “Yeah this definitely bonded us for life Peter.” You both stared at the stars that now fell all over New York. They shined so bright that you almost forgot about all the shit you just went through together. In that moment it was just you and him. All the buildings and commotion faded away and the sky became your home.

The comfortable silence was ended by you softly. “So Peter what exactly do we do now?” you questioned sending a slight shiver down your back.

“ Now we try to hide you from the Avengers.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this story and If you’d like a Part 2 please comment below!

Have a great day, see you soon <3

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soulangel · 4 years

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No Cheating!-Chan

Summary: After finding him trying to cheat off your notes for the last time, you both finally find out why the other has been doing what they were for so long. Who knew jokingly accusing your friend of cheating could end in a date with him?

Group: A.C.E Chan x GenderNeutral!Reader

Genre: FLuff

Warnings: None

A/N: From now on I want to try and make most, if not all, oneshots as neutral as possible so anyone and everyone can read them. But if you have a specific request on how you’d like my to portray the reader, please let me know. I want to make this an enjoyable experience for everyone at the same time!

“Hey no cheating!” You chuckled for the 10th time while leaning over your paperwork so Chan couldn’t see anymore.

He pouted at you and whined. “No far, you know all the problems! I don’t!” He sulked, resting his face in his hands.

You rolled your eyes at him and started mumbling softly under your breath about how he always copied off you and practically did nothing himself. Half the time you felt like you were in high school twice since you were doing your homework, and somehow also his homework. “If you would pay attention in class, maybe you’d learn how to do this.” You shot back, smirking when he seemed to sulk further.

He groaned and let his head fall to the table. “Why are you being so mean right now? I just wanted to look at the way you got your answers! It’s not my fault you’re smarter than meeee.” He pouted, dropping lower in his seat.

You couldn’t help chuckling more at him while ruffling his hair. “Okay fine. This is the last time I show you my homework, from now on you gotta learn it all yourself.” You told him semi seriously, earning an quick nod from him as he diligently looked at your notes and answers to see how you got them.

For the next couple hours you sat at the table, quietly working on your homework together with him only quietly mumbling about how hard it was without you helping him. You finally looked over at him and narrowed your eyes. “You are such a liar Kang Yuchan! I know you can do this problem by yourself! You just helped me with this like a week ago! What is going on?” You wondered, frowning a little when he quickly looked away and toward his computer so he wouldn’t have to try and answer you.

He pouted and hid his face from view behind the laptop, wanting nothing more than to hide in a closet or under his blankets at this point in time. “I-It’s nothing Y/N....” He mumbled out, his emotions flipping a 180.

You frowned at that and pushed the top his laptop down, slowly closing it until you were able to look at him face to face again. “Don’t be sad Channie. I don’t like it when you’re sad, it’s like the room’s aura dies. I like you as you are, bright and dorky.” You told him softly, smiling a little when you watched his ears turn red.

He then made a small noise in the back of his throat and scrunched his nose a bit, hiding behind the screen he flipped up quickly. “Wh-Why did you have to say something like that...” He sulked, frowning at the screen while you just looked at his frame in confusion.

You tilted your head and smiled faintly. “Because it’s true?” You replied in more of a question.

He scrunched his nose at your reply and then gave a wry chuckle. “I meant the other part. You-You like me?” He wondered, earning an alarmed look from you.

You quickly shook your head. “I-I didn’t say th-that! Are you s-sure?” You squeaked out, face heating up quickly.

He dumbly nodded his head and you couldn’t help but cover your face in embarrassment. “Ohhhh….”

Chan only tilted his head at hearing the distress in your voice. “Would now be a good time to say I like you too? Which is why I always ask for your help with our homework?” He responded, his ears turning red again as he watched your eyes slowly peak out from between your fingers.

He smiled the and went to lean across the table to look you directly in your eyes. “I. Like. You.”

You could feel your heart skip a beat at how easily he said it, and bit your lip as you tried forming a response. “I-I like you too....it’s wh-why I always let you copy my n-notes.” You stuttered back, looking down at the papers in front of you.

He quickly and quietly set a book on top of your papers and tutted. “That’s it, no more studying for the day. I’m taking you out for food, a movie, and maybe some ice cream.” He listed, going to put his laptop in his bag along with his notebooks and pens.

Once he was done cleaning up his stuff, he slid himself beside you and started putting your things in your bag as well, just the way he always watches you do. Not in a creepy way or anything! You guys just studied together a lot and he picked up on your habits. It didn’t take him long that he was standing up next to you, offering his hand to you. “Well? Let’s go Babe.” He teased, sending you a wink when you finally looked up at him.

You rolled your eyes at the name but smiled nonetheless, standing up beside him. “Let’s go Prince.”

You quickly pushed in the chairs you were sat at and both of you were off to the restaurant you’d passed on your way to the library, him awkwardly trying to find a way to hold you a little bit closer without being weird about it. Finally you giggled and wound your arm through his with that hand holding his bicep, your other hand gripping his gently.

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ateezthings · 5 years

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can you a prince ateez reaction to falling in love with a maid/ servant xox

ATEEZ Prince!AU

Fluff

Genderneutral :)

Jongho

- Jongho as a prince is very composed and prepared

- though it got increasingly harder for him to hide his love for you

- one day when you were scolded by your superior for being late he showed up

“What seems to be the problem?”

“Oh your highness! Y/N is slacking, that is the forth time she was late this morning”

“That doesn’t seem like a big problem to me, so go back to your work”

- After solving that problem for you he took your hand in his and lead you out of the castle

“Why did you help me, your highness?”

- the look on his face softened and he smiled a little, he looked precious and different

“I think I’m falling in love with you Y/N”

“But I’m just a servant”

“You are also you and that is enough”

- the sun was setting over the land when he kissed you sweetly, holding your hands the whole time

Wooyoung

- prince Wooyoung was a bit of a rebel and you knew it, that’s why you tried to stay away from him

- for some reason Wooyoung always found his way back to you

- you were feeding the horses when he spotted you, you looked so innocent

- he came up to you

“Y/N, let me help you”

“Oh no, your highness, really you don’t need to do that”

- but he insisted

- he got physically close to you while working and you couldn’t help but stare at him

- after a while he noticed and turned to you

- before you could say anything he smashed his lips into yours and let his hands roam over your body

- it was forbidden but you loved every second of it

Mingi

- prince Mingi never really showed his feelings, he learned from a young age that it could get him in trouble, so he hid his feelings for you at first

- one day he was walking through the castle and heard you singing, you were taking a bath in the basement, where you thought no one could hear you, you were obviously wrong

- Mingi followed the beautiful melody you were singing until he saw you

- at first he was ashamed that he saw you completely naked, but you looked so beautiful that he didn’t care anymore, so he approached you

“Y/N?”

- you let out a small scream “Your highness! You shouldn’t see me like this, what are you thinking”

“I’m thinking that you are the most beautiful person that I have ever laid my eyes upon… I love you Y/N”

“Wha- No! It’s wrong, we are from different worlds, your high-”

- he shut you up with the most magical kiss

San

- prince San was in his study room, you entered because the king instructed you to prepare him for his meeting with his future spouse

- “Your highness?”

- when he saw you, his whole face lit up

“I was instructed to tell you about your future spouse, whom you will be meeting later today”

“Hm, how about no? I have no interest in them, I am more interested in you Y/N”

“Why me?”

“Because I love you Y/N”

“Your highness, it would be wrong, this cannot happen”

- he closed the distance between you two and put his arms around your waist

“I see the way you look at me, don’t tell me you don’t have feelings for me”

- you were speechless

- so San simply kissed your worries away

Yeosang

- prince Yeosang and you had already bonded when he found out you enjoyed drawing

- you often met up just to sit in a field and draw what you could see around you

- on one of these forbidden meet-ups you noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off you

“Your highness, do I have something on my face? I cannot help but notice you looking at me”

“It’s because I am falling deeply in love with you Y/N”

“Excuse me?”

- he himself seemed to be a little shocked at his confession

“We have a lot in common and you are the most beautiful person in this world, how can I not fall in love with you?”

“Your highness I am only a servant, we cannot pursue this”

- he slowly took your hand in his and kissed it

- after he saw the enchanted look on your face he put his hands on your cheeks and kissed you sweetly

Yunho

- one evening you found a note in your apron: “meet me in the garden at midnight”

- you didn’t know who it was from though, you didn’t even realize when that person put the note in your apron

- nonetheless you went to the garden at midnight, you were curious

- however you didn’t expect prince Yunho to show up

“What are you doing here, your highness?”

“I came to tell you that I love you, I can’t stop thinking about you Y/N”

“But it is wrong your highness, I’m merely a servant”

“I don’t care”

- He closed the distance between you two and kissed you passionately with his arms wrapped around your waist

Hongjoong

- prince Hongjoong had a reputation for being straightforward, which a lot of people in the royal family didn’t appreciate

- one day the king and his family, including Hongjoong, were eating dinner in one of the big dining halls, you helped serve the meal

- of course you noticed how he looked at you, it was like he was hungry, but not for food

- when you were putting his plate in front of him he grabbed your wrist

“Y/N? I think I love you, would you care to join me on a walk after dinner?”

- all conversation at the table died down, especially Hongjoongs mother, the queen looked at her son in disbelief

“Hongjoong! That is inappropriate! You are the prince, you cannot love a servant!”

“I don’t care mother”

- he got up from the table and kissed you in front of everyone

Seonghwa

- prince Seonghwa would try to hide it at first because he knows it’s wrong

- that makes his feelings even stronger

- he would snap one day when you were cleaning the halls

“Y/N, I cannot hide what I’m feeling anymore, I’m falling in love with you”

“What? Your highness that cannot be”

- You were too shy to look at him so he pinned you against the cold wall

- it felt like he looked straight into your soul

- he couldn’t hold back anymore so he put his lips on yours in a kiss that was so intense you forgot to breathe for a few moments

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a baker’s daughter // e. kirishima; prince

gender in this imagine will be female, if you wish for me to create this with male or genderneutral pronouns please feel free to send a message my way! i would be happy to help!

word count: 1.6k words.

summary: prince kirishima has always traveled outside the castle grounds to visit his future kingdom and to check up on the village and how well they’re doing. but one day, you catch his eye.

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since eijirou was an early teen, even before then, the young prince had expressed an interest in visiting his future kingdom. every day, unless he had important lessons or events, he would travel down to the kingdom and check on his future subjects. he enjoyed seeing all the people and the hustle and bustle that he would never see in the castle unless there was a battle, which was rare.

today was one of the days that he was planning to visit his kingdom. it was early saturday morning, eijirou’s servant had already laid out the clothes he was to wear for the day. it was nothing too fancy, just enough for people to recognize his position in power (if they hadn’t already recognized him; he was very well known throughout the kingdom). he tugged on his pants, his shirt, and to top it off, the crown that signified his role as prince kirishima eijirou.

after putting his boots on, he walked through the castle and out to the stables where his servant, areku, was working with his horse and putting on the reigns. eijirou thanked him and mounted his steed, closely followed by areku who hopped onto one of the spare horses he used to accompany the prince on his daily trips. they might as well be his.

“come on, shadou,” kirishima kicked a heel into his horse’s side and off they went down the worn trail into the village. “beautiful morning, isn’t it areku?” eijirou tossed the question to his servant positioned to his right.

“gorgeous, your highness.” he replied respectfully.

eijirou rolled his eyes, “how many times must i remind you to call me eijirou?”

areku apologized, ending it with a small “sir eijirou.”

the young prince laughed loudly and shook his head. their conversation had continued, but they were talking about the scenery and the upcoming ball. eijirou was turning of age, eighteen, and he was to find a girl – any girl – to take as his princess and later queen. he knew of course, by any girl, his father meant a girl with royal blood. but his mother didn’t give much care to the matter. she wanted her baby boy to find a girl he could be happy with. and everybody knew, the king may be the head, but the queen is the neck and can make the head turn whatever direction she wanted.

“do you think you’ll find her at the ball, your highness?” areku asked as they neared the village gates.

eijirou shrugged, “i have no idea. but i hope i do.”

“what do you think she’ll be like?” the young servant asked.

once again, the redhead shrugged. “i don’t know.” before the conversation could continue further, the two reached the gates. the guards, knowing their faces, had ordered the gatekeeper to lower the drawbridge and the two waited patiently before crossing the wooden gate.

upon entering, the two were greeted with the sound of hustling and bustling. there were mothers with their children looking over the many vegetables in the village market, there were men entering the pub and drunkards stumbling out of it, and there were a few young girls gossiping by the well. everything was normal. one of the guards that had followed the two had helped prince eijirou off of shadou, as well as areku from nepuchun. they took the horses to one of the many guard posts, and the two were off on foot.

the citizens all greeted the young prince when they noticed him, making small conversation while eijirou made sure all was well within their households. he had just finished talking with a mother of three children, two boys and a little girl, when he turned but bumped into someone. they immediately began to apologize, telling prince eijirou that they weren’t watching where they were going.

the redhead had laughed it off, “no, no it was my fault.” he then noticed that the person had began to pick up multiple vegetables and fruits that must have fallen when he bumped into them. “here, let me him.”

as he squatted down, the person immediately went to object, looking up to see the prince’s face, eijirou had frozen. he had bumped into a young girl, no older than he was. his fiery red eyes met her (e/c) ones, his stomach flipping. the girl seemed to be locked in the same trance he was, but she had broken out of it quicker.

“i’m so sorry, your highness. please forgive me,” you had begged, standing with all of the fruits you had picked back up and put into your basket.

prince eijirou shook his head, “there’s no need to apologize, miss. it was me who should have been watching where i was walking.”

he had stood with you, his tall frame towering over yours, much like with everyone else. he motioned to the few vegetables he picked up in his arm, and you immediately moved your basket towards him so he could put them away.

he seemed to notice how the heavy basket took a strain on you and he asked, “can i help with that?”

“oh, no, it’s fi–” instead of taking your obvious lie for an answer, he picked up up from your grasp. it was a little heavy, but not too heavy for eijirou to help out a beautiful citizen in his kingdom.

“where to…?” he asked, looking around all the busy people.

you blushed, “um, down by the bakery, please?”

he nodded and began to lead the way. after a few seconds of silence, eijirou spoke up, “what’s your name?”

“(name),” you answered shyly.

“(name),” eijirou tested. “it suits a beautiful maiden such as yourself.”

you blushed further, “thank you, your highness.”

he shook his head, “you don’t need to call me that. it’s so impersonal. my name is eijirou, and you may call me by it.”

“o–oh,” you muttered. “thank you, eijirou.”

he grinned then, “it’s no trouble at all, (name).” you smiled at him, thankful that he had offered to carry your basket. it was heavy, and you did have a ways to walk. the bakery was almost on the other side of the kingdom, near the west wall instead of the east like the market. “i’ve never seen you in the kingdom before, how come?”

“oh, i’m usually helping my father in the bakery. i only recently started visiting the market. i used to stay in the bakery all day,” you replied. you thought it was comforting that the young prince knew the faces of his kingdom’s people.

“what made you decide to change that?” he asked, genuinely curious.

you shrugged, nonchalantly saying, “my mother died. she used to do the grocery shopping.”

eijirou immediately looked solemn, “oh, i’m sorry. how did she…?”

“childbed fever,” you replied. “it’s my little sister’s job to take care of the baby. she’s just turned fifteen.”

“and you? how old are you?” he asked.

you looked over at him, seeing his genuine interest, “i’m just about eighteen. i know… i should be married already and having children by now. but… never mind. it’s a silly thing anyway.”

it was common in this day that you were married off early, since people didn’t live long anyway. the latest people waited to be married was fifteen and a half. after all, life expectancy was thirty years or so. even in such a bountiful kingdom such as prince eijirou’s, fevers and infections still occurred.

“now you have to tell me,” he said.

you cocked a brow, looking at him in confusion, “why?”

he grinned, “well, you got me interested. why isn’t it that a girl your age isn’t married yet?”

you sighed, cheeks flaming bright red, “i… i want to fall in love.”

if possible, his grin grew even more, “you want to fall in love?”

“yes,” you replied. “like in the fairytales and stories.”

he seemed to take in this information, staying quiet for a little. you had even reached your father’s bakery before he spoke again, “(name), have you ever been to a ball?”

you wanted to laugh. a poor citizen, such as yourself, been to ball? “no, eijirou, i haven’t.”

“would you like to go to one?” he asked.

you thought it over, pondering the idea. “i… i suppose it would be fun. why do you ask?”

he blushed then, “my eighteenth birthday is coming up, and my family is hosting a ball for it. and i was wondering… uh, i was wondering if you would want to attend?”

a smile spread across your face, “i would love to, prince eijirou.”

his smile then mirrored yours, eyes bright with happiness, “great. i’ll have one of the guards bring you an invitation tomorrow.”

you nodded. but before you could reply, you both heard a whistle, eijirou’s head turning to see areku on the spare horse and holding shadou’s reigns in his left hand. “it’s time to go, your highness!” he called.

eijirou sighed and turned back to you, “i hope to see you there.”

“i hope so, too,” you replied. the prince handed you your basket full of fruits and vegetables, and you watched him run up to his servant and his horse, climbing on swiftly. before he left though, he turned and waved at you, to which you grinned and waved back. you really did hope you could attend the ball.

so, i had previously written this for another fandom, but i was re-reading it, and i thought kirishima would be a good fit for this. lemme know what yall think!

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