#like he’s a child why’d you have to hit him

[impactedfates]

Hi hi I'm feeling so cruel right now >:]

So uuuh HCs for DH[IL], Jingyuan, Blade and Welt reacts how does their child [reader] dies... Like imagine how reader dies is like how the Genshin Playable characters die [they dusted away]

Please feed me a n gst

—🫶🏻 Anon

★ A/N: The way the reader dies reminds me of how one of my ocs species dies lmao. Hopefully this is up your ally :))

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial + Angst

★ Format: Bullet Pointed HeadCannons (It kinda turned into a mini story I think-)

☆ Warnings: Mentions of Death (Readers)

★ Extra: Adopted reader in all // Reader is under 12 for Dan Fengs, and in their teens for the rest // Giving Jing Yuan more of a sad life/hj // Wrote this in WellBeing class lmao // Characters may be OOC

Dan Feng as a High Elder doesn’t always have the time to really see you. Sure when he first adopted you he did spend a good chunk of his time with you but eventually his duties caught up.

He appointed someone to look after you. Someone that you knew and that he knew. Someone trustworthy.

So when he came back to his home early one day, the house dead silent. He grew worried. He called out to the person, to you. But there was no response.

He walked to your room, perhaps the both of you fell asleep. Wouldn’t be the first time.

But all he could witness was dust covering your room. And the man no where to be seen.

He knew instantly where that dust came from, he was quick to search for him. Found him hiding thinking he could get away, unaware that Dan Feng would be home early, unaware Dan Feng would catch him.

The man he had trusted to protect you, was the same man who ended the life you should’ve continued to have.

Dan Feng was quick to throw the man in the Shackling Prison, praying to whatever Aeon that can hear him that he gets what he deserves.

He collected as much of the dust that was still in his house, the last thing that he had of you. And carefully placed them in a jar.

Many question the High Elder why he holds a jar of dust so dearly to him, and all those times he refuses to answer. Not wanting to break down in front of the other Vidyadharas.

It was only a mission, a mission he sent you and Yanqing on. He had thought there were only a few Mara struck soldiers that had to be defeated.

He had wondered why Yanqing slowly entered the Seat of Divine Foresight without you. He had wondered why Yanqing was breathing rapidly and on the verge of tears.

Jing Yuan comforted Yanqing before asking about your whereabouts. Perhaps you were getting snacks after a successful mission? Yanqing could only try to explain in a shaky voice, clearly startled and upset.

But why would he be upset? You were his adopted sibling and was usually so kind to him. You wouldn’t have done anything to hurt him?

Yanqing tried his best to explain, stuttering over his words and needing to take a few deep breaths, the General listened carefully.

…Ambush? Well…Jing Yuan supposed he made an error in that. He only thought there were a few. Wow, if you and Yanqing didn’t know about that then you could’ve been caught off guard and…

Oh!

Oh…

Jing Yuan quickly connected the dots, he slowly held Yanqing closer, witnessing his own sibling fall to the hands of the Mara struck then be faced with dealing with the remaining enemies…he couldn’t imagine the stress.

A ceremony was held in your honour. Your dust already gone away like the wind so your memories will follow as he sends multiple starsciff at with gifts.

But he’ll always remember, he’ll remember the regret he felt that he couldn’t do anything nor could he have seen that an ambush would occur.

He wished he could’ve done something.

Are you dumb or something??

Blade could’ve taken that hit. Why’d you have to take it!?

He would’ve been fine. He wouldn’t been okay, a relief would’ve washed over him even though he knew he’d survive.

So then why did you have to take the hit that was meant for him, and leave him in a state of rage?

He quickly disposed of the pests that caused your demise, before trying to check on you. But all he could do was watch as your body dusts away.

He tried his best to grab any dust he could but most went with the wind. All he could do was stand there questioning why you would do that.

He said he’d protect you. Everyone else in the Stellaron Hunters were busy so he had to take you with him when he did his part. Yet it ended with you gone.

There was a small ceremony for your disappearance from the earth. Elio as much as he may not want too, he continued sending people on missions however allowed Blade to opt out of them he could properly mourn.

Blade still wonders why you decided to save him when he would’ve been fine, he wonders if he’d be able to save you if he noticed the enemy creepy behind him.

It was just a small argument. Welt felt bad but allowed you to storm off. You’d return eventually anyways. You’d return once dinner was ready back at the express, you knew what time that was.

But you never did return did you? Welt had thought long and hard and was ready to apologise for his words yet you weren’t back yet? Did you get dinner then go to your room?

He went to check, your room was the exact same you left it.

Did…anyone see you come back? He questioned the members of the express. None have seen you.

Finally he grabbed his coat and cane and went to look for you. Went in the direction you went and searched. As he walked his foot stepped in something. Looking down confused, his eyes widened.

Golden Dust. Dust that he knew belonged to you. Dust that told him you were gone.

And he wasn’t able to tell you he was sorry.

Welt is silent as he walks back, he let the wind take your dust elsewhere. A place he hopes you’d be happy in.

He was quiet but able to tell the express what happened. Each of them holding a small funeral for you. They kept your room intact, filled with things you loved before locking it. That room will no longer be filled with warmth but will soon grow cold.

Welt drew a picture of you, keeping it safe with him. And despite how it may seem that eventually he was over your death. He could never be.

Not until he was able to apologise for the argument.

But that won’t happen anytime soon now will it?

This was actually rlly fun to write!! Especially in well-being haha. This was meant to be posted yesterday but something came up so here it is now haha.

Might've missed some warnings, so as always. Please inform me if I did.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #hsr imagines #platonic hsr #Dan Feng x Reader #Dan Feng x You #Jing Yuan x Reader #Jing Yuan x You #Blade x Reader #Blade x You #Welt x Reader #Welt x You #Platonic Dan Feng x Reader #Platonic Jing Yuan x Reader #Platonic Blade x Reader #Platonic Welt x Reader #🎭 masked fools #hsr platonic

[purepure]

Ride a cowboy!!

Boothill X AFAB! Reader

Including, Riding (it’s more him being dom) Metal Dick!! (?), (let’s pretend like it doesn’t hurt okay) Dirty talk, Collar, leash, and handcuffs included in this, biting, ig foreplay um idk, pet names used🙏

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Minors DNI!

A small peak from the window, let out a cool blue light, caused by beautiful lights outside of Penacony. The window was slightly open, letting in fresh air. Occasionally, a child would yell for some reason. But other than that, Penacony was nice and quiet.. Meanwhile, your boyfriend had other plans.

“Aww.. cmon pretty girl, why’d ya stop?” He asked, tugging at that pretty little collar of yours, You said nothing at all. Looking down at his metal chest, Breathing heavily and sweating profusely, that was all. With no response from you, His hand waved in front of your face, Which finally caught your attention. “..huh? o-oh.. what’d you say…?” Boothill sighed and sat up against the headboard, and repositioned yourself on his cock, “Are you just tired of bouncing up and down on me?~” He said with a smirk, slowly grinding himself on you.

“Mmpfh!~- fuck..~” you curse to yourself, because damn.. he really knew how to hit your spots. He tilted his head, staring into your heavy-lidded eyes, “What’s wrong darlin’? Can’t speak for yourself hm?” He leans in closer to your neck, sliding his tongue along the your cold skin. “Don’t worry just let me take control, ‘kay?” You nodded, “o-okay.” Boothill grabbed your waist, and bounced you up and down on his cock. “F-Fuckk.. Angel~ you’re even tighter than before-“ He moaned in your ear, loud and clear. Meanwhile, you were just lost in your own little world. Shamelessly letting out moans, it was just every time you went down on his cock, the tip angled perfectly to your sensitive spot. Like, it’s not your fault that it feels so fucking good?

“Ahnn!~ f-fuck, Boothill..!~” “yeah..~ you like getting dicked down like that?~” You arch your back into him, and throwing your head back. Boothill took your leash and wrapped hisnhand around it, forcing your head forward, once you were close enough, he went in for a kiss. Just to quiet you down and just feeling the need to kiss you during such an intimate moment between the two of you.

You felt like wrapping your arms around him, but couldn’t. Those damn handcuffs just wouldn’t let you, it felt like torture to not embrace your love in an intense moment. But that didn’t matter, you were reaching your high anyway. Boothill pulled away from the long kiss, “ahh..~ you g-getting close- mm.. d-darling?” You didn’t have the strength to say yes out loud. so, you just let a small “yes” followed up with a nod. He chuckled at you and leaned into your neck, hiscold breath met the hot skin. “..come on baby.. cum for me~” he started to nibble at the soft tissue, her sharp teeth grazing on you skin. In response you’re moaned loudly. (god..) “f-fuck..!~ boothill- I’m gonna!- cum!-“ You threw your head back. Those final three thrusts, roughly hit against your g-spot every time, then finally his sticky liquid shot into your pulsing pussy.

Both you and boothill took some time to catch your breaths. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and looked into your eyes, “you did amazing. Good girl..” he chuckled, “if you’re done taking your break, wanna go for round 2..?”

#hsr #boothill #boothill smut #honkai star rail #smut #sillyposting #shitpost #writing #vocaloid #boothill hsr #boothill honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #purepure

[aswaki]

dorky romantic loser matthew!!!!!!!!!!!! he's not a want but a need.... this might be silly but who cares!!!!!!

seok matthew x reader | flashfic | explicit (minors dni)

contains: fem!reader, dork!matthew, fluff, established relationship, smut - p in v sex, slight breeding kink, plushies, pet name ("baby"), usage of the pronoun "her" for reader once

you and matthew loved fucking anywhere and everywhere. however, there was an unmatchable feeling of being inside the confinement of one’s bedroom. it was intimate when having sex there— your weight bringing down the soft mattress. it’s coziness enveloping you as sinful acts happen on top of it. the subtle glow from the lights made it feel like everything was a sacred whisper.

“i’m going to ruin you,” matthew would whisper in your ear. his fingers traveling all over your body before making itself feel like home on top of your cunt.

and yes, he did that, a while ago. now, his cock nestled within the warmth of your walls. your moans filled up the enclosed room as he hits the right spot. your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him in place so he could thrust in deeper.

“i need you. keep going, baby,” you begged him. your nails clawed at his back.

it was a perfect night, really. there was one thing matthew couldn’t get over, though: it was your plushies.

they were all lined up at the side; each one more adorable than the last, yet their eyes held heavy judgment for him. he was defiling their mother. 

this was the first time you were both fucking in your room. mostly, you were over at matthew’s place so yeah, this was also the first time your cute stuffed toys were discovering sex.

“stop hurting her!” they all seemed to scream. he felt bad they had to look them fucking. still, you felt so good. your walls clenched around his cock. he couldn’t just stop.

“fuck, baby, fill me up,” you breathed out. your eyes were closed in pleasure. you felt matthew's thumb caressing your cheek; a contrast to how he's pounding inside of you.

while you were in your hazy bliss, matthew tried to reposition himself but he faltered. your plushies were looking at him. he looked back at them as he moved inside of you. oh, their poor innocence.

your body softly wiggled back and forth as the intense flow of pleasure spread past every nerve. normally, the way your body moved underneath him would make him so excited but he couldn’t muster that up now. not when he’s having some staring contest with your plushies.

it was more than he could bear. he kissed your cheek. you leaned into him, trying to capture his lips to a kiss but he pulled out. it left you empty and on the edge. 

“wha-” you were almost going to get mad but you couldn’t bring yourself to.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” he said to each of your plush as he turned them around. here was your naked buff boyfriend apologizing to your toys. it couldn’t get more endearing than that. honestly, his softness turned you on even more.

you giggled as he came back between your legs. he looked sheepish, “i’m sorry.”

“why’d you do that?” your voice was full of amusement and your eyes full of love.

“no child has to see their parents fucking!” he replied, scandalously. he bent down to rub his nose against yours.

he considered himself as the father? adorable. maybe you'd let him breed you.

you kissed him on the lips and replied, “mmm, show me how sorry you are then,”

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[love-lilly02]

The Challenge pt. 4

AN: This chapter was supposed to be out yesterday but I got kinda sick so I couldn't edit it, Anyways, enjoy!!

“Would you mind spotting me?” 

The question seems innocent enough, if you weren’t asking it to the scariest man on the base, much less your lieutenant.

Ghost lifted his head from where he was sitting on a bench, unwrapping his hands after his own training session. 

You quickly back tracked at his expression, rethinking your choice. “You don’t have too, I think I got this set-“

“No, no I got it.” He stood, moving behind you, standing a little too close, but you chose to ignore it. 

The set was fairly easy, and you finished quickly, thanking him quietly as you moved to put the weights back on their stand. 

“Can I ask you somethin?” Ghost questioned, and you turned to see that he was studying you intently. 

“Yeah?” You prompted, tilting your head slightly. 

“That bet… Why’d you do it?” 

You shrugged. “I was drunk, mostly. Figured there couldn’t be any harm. What’s the worst that can happen, anyways?” 

That made him chuckle. “You have no idea, do you?” 

“What do you mean?” You asked, furrowing your brow in confusion. The tall man walked closer to you, moving you slowly till your back hit the wall. 

“This ain’t just a game to those boys, it’s a challenge. Whoever wins you won’t be kind, I hope you know that.” He places an arm above your head, effectively pinning you against the wall. You can feel his breath through the mask, and the warmth against your neck sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Honestly, darlin’ You’re a right fuckin tease when you wanna be, hm? Acting all innocent, like you don’t know how much we all want to-“

“I’ve got it!!” 

Soap’s voice cut through the whole training room, as he ran in frantically waving a piece of paper in the air. “I found one! Take that bitch, I’m in the lead!” 

“Wait, what? Found what?” You and Ghost jumped apart from each other, both running over to where Johnny was doing a -frankly crude- victory dance. Your heart was absolutely pounding, heat still flying through your body at the encounter with Ghost. 

We all want to what? What do they want to do…

“You did not find it, I did.” Kyle huffed, diving for the photo in Soap’s hand. “Give it back you pathetic excuse for a-“ 

“Hey,” Price said in warning. Kyle just huffed and backed away from Soap. 

“Finders keepers,” Soap teased in a sing song voice, throwing the photo on the bench. “The first of ten. Which puts me in the lead.” 

“You aren’t in the lead if you stole a photo, that’s not how it works.” Ghost said, kneeling down to pick up the image.

“Like I said, finders keepers. S’not my fault Gaz wanted tae hoard the photos till ‘e got all ten. His loss aye?” Soap nudged you playfully on the shoulder, but you were too busy trying to see the image to acknowledge him. 

Gaz looked pathetically over to Price, opening his mouth to plead his case. Price beat him to it, however. “Soap, that’s not nice. Gaz found it, he takes the credit.”

“Awe, come off it captain, It’s just a bit of fun  huh?” 

“Johnny.”

“Yes sir.”

“Still dont think it’s fair,” Ghost threw in. 

“Whadya mean? I found the image-“ Kyle protested, turning to Ghost now. 

“Yeah but from where?” Ghost challenged, placing the photo back on the bench 

“Online? Don’t see how it matters, it’s a photo.” 

“But it’s not creditable, this could be edited-“

And so it continued. You had long since tuned out the bickering, leaning down to look at the photo. It did look like you, a smiling child holding an award for something you couldn’t really read. 

The closer you looked, however, the more you started to see the imperfections. The girl in the photo had straight hair, at that age yours was more curly. And she was holding a ball in her hands, a basketball. 

Of all the sports you played, basketball was never one of them. 

“That’s not me.”

They were still shouting, yelling over each other to be heard above the voices. Johnny was pressing Kyle for where he got the information, and Kyle was refusing to say, under the excuse it would give them a ‘better advantage’ than he had. Johnny was still trying to insist they should share the win, and Price was just yelling for everyone to calm the fuck down. 

“Hello?” You called, trying to raise your voice above all of them. “Hey, I said that isn’t me.”

But the yelling continued. It seemed to go on forever, all of them arguing over one small image. The topic slowly changed, however, till they started crossing into uncharted territory. 

“Look-“ Gaz snapped, breathing heavily. “I found the photo, just like the deal said. That makes one out of ten for me. You lot can do what you will but I’m not sharing.”

“You didn’t have a problem sharing last night, isn’t that right?” Ghost hissed, and the gym was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Your head ached trying to figure out what the boys were saying, the double meanings behind everything, but you couldn’t keep up. 

“I don’t give a fuck what I did and didn’t do last night, what’s fair is fair.” Kyle snapped, turning to grab the photo. 

“You’re just mad cause you don’t want to think about one of us fu-“ 

“That’s enough!” Now it was you who was yelling, and the boys watching you in disbelief. 

“Look, this isn’t like that, okay! I’m sick of you all objectifying me like i’m some fucking doll. I don’t know what side bets you have going on but I want out of this one. I made the deal drunk and you all watched me try to get out of it the next morning, and now you’re yelling like fucking children over a picture that doesn’t even have me in it. I never even did basketball for fucks sake! And you would know this if you acted like normal fucking human beings, much less behave like the grown men you are and ask me.” They all looked at you in absolute shame, as you threw the photo on the ground. 

“And for the record, I am not fucking one of you on a deal. I don’t work like that so get the thought out of your head.”

You shoved past the wall of muscle made up by both Price and Ghost, storming off to your room.

For the longest time, he sat there and thought about exactly what happened in the gym. 

Kyle was no fool. He understood what bringing up the photo would do, and he knew Soap would try and take the credit, as they had agreed the night before. 

He didn’t actually know why he changed his mind. Kyle had no problem sharing you with the others, they were right anyways. 

He shared all the time. 

But something about introducing you to… this… scared him. As if they could frighten you off. 

He knew that wasn’t true, so why did he think that way?

An apology message sat, typed out on his phone. He was procrastinating, heavily, on sending it, worried that it might be a little too much for you to handle. 

Was it? You had taken your the whole team so nicely, he thought you would be ready… 

 More photos of you sad scattered on his desk. A lot of them looked like what Price had found before, a bunch of family photos with you missing or images of a girl who looked exactly like you but she wasn’t you. 

Today’s events proved that. 

Anyone else might have been saddened at the revelation. Putting weeks of work into one image, just to be wrong? Enough to crush a man, if it was done correctly.  

But Kyle Gaz Garric is no ordinary man.

Before he can think about it too much, he hurriedly hits send on the message and closes his phone. 

Now, we wait.

My Masterlist

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[flynnriderishot]

why’d you only call me when you’re high? pt.2 - c.s

it had been a few weeks since you walked out on chris and he felt like he had officially hit rock bottom.

it was both a good and bad thing.

he was slowly easing up on his drug intake but his mood has been nothing but negative.

at first, he may have pretended to be happy while the cameras were on but his fans were slowly starting to notice.

there were multiple comments questioning chris’ unusual behavior. they’ve also pointed out how many times he would check his phone in a video just to put it down in frustration or sadness.

matt and nick understood what their brother was going through, or at least they tried to.

they would give you updates on his health since the day you walked out, unknown to chris.

at least they thought he didn’t know.

he had been trying to get you to respond to him for a while, but for the sake of yourself and for him, you ignored it.

it hurt you, it truly did. but you knew chris would only learn his lesson if his favorite thing was taken from him. and according to his brothers, that thing was you.

he laid limply in his bed, arm covering his face as his breathing grew slow due to sleep beginning to take over his body.

that calm feeling didn’t last long as nick came barging into his room.

“get up.”

chris sat up, not bothering to argue with his brother. he was already upset that he hasn’t see you in over three weeks, there was no point in adding on to that by fighting.

nick and matt have noticed that when chris would get high, he’d be a lot more aggressive towards them and now, he hardly disagreed with a thing either of them said.

he would thank them, say please. it wasn’t that chris didn’t know his manners from when they were growing up, but since he’s stopped filling his body with whatever substances he could find, he’s been using them a lot more.

as he stood, he looked at nick with tired eyes, “has she texted you?”

“you knew?”

“of course i knew, nick. you and matt aren’t very discreet with it.”

nick sighed, “yeah. i told her you’ve been doing better and she’s coming over.”

“really?” he perked up.

“yeah, so unless you want to smell like sweat and regret, i suggested you freshen up.”

“thank you.” his voice was soft, yet nick could hear the sincerity in his voice.

nick nodded, “get dressed.”

•••

your heart was pounding. and rightfully so.

you sat with matt in the triplets living room, your hands wringing together in nervousness as he gave you the run down on his younger brother.

“he hasn’t done anything but eat, sleep and film for our channel. it might sound like he’s not trying but, i promise you he’s been doing good.”

“i believe you, matt. i’m just hoping it stays this way.”

matt silently agreed, “he misses you.”

you inhaled softly, “i miss him too.”

before he could continue talking, nick appears in the doorway,

“he’s like thirty seconds behind me so adjust yourself if you need to.”

“um…actually—“ you stopped him before he could sit, “is it possible for it to just be me and him talking?”

“oh yeah, for sure.” matt stood up, gesturing for nick to follow him towards their rooms.

“good luck.” nick smiled at you. just as he and matt exited the room, chris walked in.

the anxiousness was clear in his stance.

he seemed hesitant to walk closer to you, almost in fear that you’d leave him again.

“hi, chris.”

“hi.” he spoke softly, still processing that you were actually in front of him right now.

“i missed you.”

he let a smile slip, “really?”

“of course. why wouldn’t i?”

“because you left me.” he cleared his throat, moving to sit down on the couch.

“you know why i left, right?” you didn’t want to speak to him as if he were a child, but you didn’t know how fragile he was at the moment. the last thing you wanted to do was trigger him.

“because i was a dick.”

you chuckled, “i wouldn’t go that far. i didn’t like how you treated me and how you treated yourself so i did what was best for both of us.”

“i know.” he whispered, “and i’m sorry for making you think i don’t care for you. i do care for you, you know that, right?”

his blue eyes locked on your y/e/c ones. you saw how they looked a lot more clear than they used to. while he seemed a bit drained, probably from lack of sleep, his eyes were more blue than they were the last time you saw him.

“i know—“

“no, you don’t, yn.” he sat up, his knee brushing yours, “i love you.”

you froze.

“i’m in love with you. and-and because i was stupid and doing whatever the hell i was doing, i never had the chance to actually show and prove that to you. and i’m sorry for that.”

“you don’t have to forgive me, okay? but i want you to know that i’m better, i’m doing better. not only for myself but for you- us. i want there to be an us.”

your voice cracked slightly as you spoke, “chris…”

“being without you was hell for me, okay? and i know you know it because matt and nick aren’t sneaky with what they do, i know they told you everything.”

he chuckled through his rant, wiping away his tears before he grabbed your hand,

“i love you. i’ve been in love with you for a while, okay? and the only way i could show you that was when i was high out of my mind because i was too scared to show you that. but i love you and i’m ready to show you—“

chris was cut off by the feeling of your lips against his own.

your hands moved to his face, feeling the smoothness of his skin that made you assume he shaved before seeing you.

pulling away, chris kept his eyes closed, wanting to savor it.

“i love you too.” you admitted in a gentle voice, refusing to ruin the moment, “and i’m proud of you. and i want you to know that i’m here for you if you need anything.”

his lips turned downward, “does this mean we’re okay?” he pressed his forehead against yours.

you loved him, he loved you. he was doing much better now and the only way you would be able to tell if he was being serious is if you have him a chance to prove himself.

so you nodded,

“we’re okay.”

dt: @urfavstromboli @hotfriesys @swagcandyfun @jenna0rtegaswife

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[inoreuct]

I have a hc that Zoro gets really bad migraines, sanji is usually the one who notices and takes care of him- any thoughts/headcanons on what that looks like? (If you feel like it ☺️❤)

couldn’t resist writing a small drabble,,, more hcs below! 

Zoro yanked the galley door open, vision blotting out in spots of white, banging his shoulder into the doorframe when he misjudged the distance. “Cook—”

“Shit,” Sanji hissed, quickly switching off the stove and grabbing him under the arms as the swordsman stumbled.  

He felt hot and cold at the same time, sweat beading along his forehead and lip and lower back, the throbbing of his head sending neon spikes of colour blooming through his field of sight. A chair clattered as he was set into it heavily, legs scraping along the floor as Zoro immediately folded his arms on the dining table and buried his face into them. 

The fridge door was opened and closed, cold fingers sweeping up the back of his neck as Sanji pressed a bag of frozen peas into his hand. “Idiot. Why’d you let it get so bad?”

“Didn’t notice,” Zoro groaned, trying to breathe deeply as he jammed the plastic package against his right temple, over his eye. The temperature shock was a blessed relief. 

Sanji sighed, long-suffering as he went to rummage through a cabinet. “Here,” he murmured, voice toned low, nudging something at Zoro’s lips. “Aah.” 

The swordsman took it between his teeth and tucked it under his tongue with a long exhale, humming a question as it began to dissolve spicy-sweet, the zing of it prickly on the roof of his mouth. 

“Ginger drops. Should help with the pain.” Sanji carded a gentle hand through his sweaty hair and swiped a bead of condensation from the bag before it could drip. “Wait here, I’ll make you some broth.”

Zoro made a vague noise of assent, content to sit there with his peas and his candy and the pounding in the side of his head that was, thankfully, a smidge duller than it had been when he’d come in. He could hear Sanji puttering about behind him, dimming the electric lamps, pulling things from the fridge again, the soft tk-tk-tk-tk of the gas stove igniter. 

The aura had hit him out of left field this time. By the time he’d realised it was going to be a bad migraine his face had already started going numb, a hot flush growing in the back of his head and something humming in his ears. If he’d stayed in his quarters like he sometimes chose to, he wouldn’t have been able to yell loud enough for Sanji to hear and—

“You should tell the crew,” the cook breathed, and Zoro winced. Listening to anything at all at the moment felt like an ice pick being driven through his temple, but at least the bubbling he heard was slightly soothing. He shook his head. He knew Sanji would see. 

They’d had this conversation a dozen times over by now. Sanji wanted the crew to be aware, at least, just in case for whatever reason Zoro needed help and he wasn’t there; Zoro just… didn’t see a need. He’d handle it. He always had. 

He heard the soft sound of a wooden spoon on ceramic, heard the flame turn off and a cork placemat being put down in front of him. Shoving his face further into the crook of his arm, he smelled the light, savoury fragrance of chicken soup as Sanji brought the pot over. 

“Up,” Sanji whispered, poking at his elbow with a spoon, and Zoro sighed. 

The galley was dim, washed in warm yellow light. He tucked the remnants of the ginger drop to the side of his cheek as Sanji blew on a spoonful of broth and lifted it to his mouth. It was less rich than Sanji would have preferred— Zoro appreciated the consideration. “S’good.”

“Of course it is.” Sanji carefully fed him another spoonful, brows furrowing. “How’s the head?”

“…Better.” Zoro had long since gotten over his qualms at getting spoonfed like a child; after that one time he’d lost his balance and nearly cracked his skull open on a cabinet corner insisting “he could handle it”, he’d given up and let Sanji take care of him. 

The cook took a seat, lifting the chair so that the legs didn’t drag. “This isn’t a weakness, you know.”

“Th’ fuck are you going on about,” Zoro mumbled. He was too tired to even make it a question. His brain felt three sizes too big for his skull and the backs of his eyeballs hurt.

“Your migraines,” Sanji clarified, insistent but still keeping his voice hushed. “None of us would think any less of you, or—”

“It’s not that.” He cut that train of thought off before it could go anywhere. He knew better than to think that, even though it did rub him the wrong way sometimes; but his migraines were more of a liability than a weakness—

Oh. Put that way, those two were kind of the same thing, weren’t they. 

Sanji scoffed at the back of his throat. “Then what is it?”

“Maybe I just like you taking care of me,” Zoro said, and immediately winced. There was more honesty in that than he was willing to deal with at the moment. 

“You—” Sanji started, before huffing in frustration a moment later. “If what you're worried about is getting migraines in the middle of a fight—”

Damn this cook, seeing through him every time.

“—you need to tell them so that we can cover for you if it happens.” 

And that made Zoro pause. Not so we can pick up your slack, but so we can cover for you. So we can protect you. 

He was so tired.

“…Fine,” he allowed, and the gentle smile Sanji beamed at him was so bright that he nearly put his head back down again. 

“Thank you.” 

“For?”

Sanji pushed the pot towards him and got up, going behind his chair to thread his fingers through green hair, rubbing firm circles into his temples and coaxing Zoro upwards. “Trusting us enough to take care of you,” he murmured, grinning, pressing the words into Zoro’s hairline. The cook dragged neatly-trimmed fingernails across Zoro’s scalp and turned away, and the swordsman heard the tap start running. “I want that soup gone, we need to keep you hydrated. Finish the noodles if you can stomach it too, hm?”

“Hm.” Zoro sat. He drank his soup. He ate his noodles. By the time Sanji came around to steal a bite he’d nearly emptied the pot. 

“Oh, this is good,” Sanji mumbled around the last mouthful as he took it to the stove, and Zoro stood up to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and rest his forehead on Sanji’s shoulder. The bag of peas was left on the table, half-thawed and forgotten.

The cook took his weight easily, his warm chuckle reveberating through Zoro’s chest as he heard what Zoro didn’t say. “You’re welcome, marimo.”

Zoro hummed quietly, giving him a squeeze and brushing a kiss to his cheekbone, feeling the cook’s heart thump beneath his palm. Sanji had always been the best at reading him.

He pressed his temple to Sanji’s jaw, and realised his migraine was gone. 

fin.

they’re stress migraines, i think. started when zoro was younger, and they played a part in his drinking problem; he’d try to use alcohol to dull the pain and then wake up with a head-splitting hangover. needless to say he was looking for alternative solutions pretty quick.

he can kind of tell before the real migraine hits. he starts getting numb and feeling out-of-body, then his ears start buzzing and his vision whites out if he moves around and then the pain starts. cold sweat too, definitely, and painkillers help but only if he takes them early. the problem is that it starts getting bad real quick once the aura hits.

sanji found out after they got together, when zoro had a migraine so bad he was curled up in his bunk with his head buried under the pillow. the cook kinda freaked out because?? zoro doesn’t just hide like this wtf?? but zoro gets the gist of it across and sanji spends the rest of the night with him, trying to help as much as he can. it’s not much— but it’s something.

pressure helps. they’ve definitely tried goofy things like zoro lying down between sanji’s thighs like sanji’s sitting on his shoulders and asking the cook to essentially crush his head; nami walked in on them, and that’s how they were forced to explain that they weren’t doing anything funny BUT they also accidentally got so flustered that they came out to the crew by accident.

they still do it sometimes when the migraine isn’t too bad; other days zoro drags himself to the galley and sanji gets some liquids in him, puts an ice pack on his head and lets him shrivel up and die on the cold floor in the corner a little

zoro mentions not wanting to take laudanum, because he’s afraid of getting addicted— so sanji makes the ginger drops. they’re made of concentrated ginger, turmeric, cloves and willow bark, all natural painkillers that help with inflammation and headaches, with a pinch of lavender because after the actual migraine passes zoro likes to sleep it off and a little bit of extra help can’t hurt. AND they’re hard candies and not pastilles because sanji knows that chewing makes the migraines worse.

on that note, he mainly gives zoro some sort of soup or broth, or porridge; something bland and easy to get down and keep down. the swordsman hurling his guts up in his sink and worsening his migraine to the point where he’d nearly cried (he’d insisted that his eyes were just watering) is something that sanji never wants to experience again.

after zoro tells the crew, they’re all a little pissed off that he’d been dealing with it for so long on his own (“what am i, chopped liver?” sanji had scoffed) but they all reassure him enthusiastically that yes, he’s still the big strong swordsman and yes, they won’t baby him and yes, it isn’t an inconvenience at all.

(zoro refuses to admit that he’s touched.)

he only ever actually gets a migraine once on the battlefield, the one time he has to pull his punches so hard because they need to capture, not kill. his head hurts so bad but he still tries to fight until luffy slingshots him back to the boat with strict orders to stay.

he’s smoking mad, but he does stay. he sulks and rages as much as his headache allows but he stays, and everything’s fine in the end. sanji gives him a kiss for being a good marimo (the cook’s words, not his) so he supposes it’s alright.

that’s all for now! as someone who occasionally gets migraines this was nice to write HAHA THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ANON 🫶🏼🫶🏼

#zosan #one piece zosan #op zosan #zoro x sanji #ronoroa zoro #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #one piece #one piece zoro #HOLDS THEM GENTLY #ask box #ino’s ask box

[ur-fav-local-slut]

Where Genshin men like to cum

Childe, Itto, Kazuha, Xiao, and Scaramouche

CW: NSFW obviously, pregnancy, female reader overstimulation, princess as a pet name, oral (character receiving)

Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax

You know this man wants to breed you

He’s a family man after all

He makes sure to cum as deep as possible inside every time

When you’re finished he’ll use his fingers to push everything back inside

He doesn’t care if it’s over stimulating he’s gonna give his all to make sure you get pregnant

Childe brutality pounded into your tight cunt, hitting the warm gooey spot inside you that made you drool. You’d been at this for hours and you are a fucked out mess while he seemed perfectly pristine. His thrusting became erratic and his chest pressed against yours. You clawed his back begging for the overwhelming stimulation to end when your high hit you like a train. A strangled moan tried to escape your mouth when Childe caught it with a kiss. He came painting your poor abused walls white.

“Just one more for me princess?”

Itto

Everywhere

This man likes to make a mess what can I say

He loves the way his oni strength can ruin you

Both legs folded into a mating press and both hand being held down to the mattress you writhed while Itto pumped in and out of you sloppily. Itto let go of your hands and began roughly playing with your clit, the sensation caused the knot builtup in you stomach to snap. He continued to thrust through your orgasm .

“Gon’a cum!” Itto yelled as he pulled out and his thick sticky seed covered your soft body.

Kazuha

He doesn’t have a preference

His favorite part is asking you where

He absolutely adores dirty talk so even a breathy “inside” is enough to make his head spin

Trying not to moan while Kazuha slowly pushed into you was an arduous task. You didn’t want to wake up the others in the sleeping quarters you shared with other sailors. Kazuha was carful to make both your orgasms quick as to not ruin your sleep cycles. You bit you tongue as he nibbled lightly on your ear.

“Where?” You shuddered at the question embarrassed to say your desires out loud. Building up your courage you respond

“Inside” it came out as barely a moan

“As you wish, my love”

Xiao

Inside

Not for breeding like

Childe but he just likes the connection

He’s still rough dw

He’d never ever admit it but he’s super touch starved

He likes when you both fall asleep while it’s still inside

The sound of your hips connecting filled the dark air on the balcony. Xiao held your lower stomach while leaning forward and pushing his chest to your back. If he weren’t holding you, your knees likely would have buckled and you’d have collapsed. Adeptal strength really was something to behold. One hand slid from your stomach to your clit while Xiao sunk his sharp teeth into the flesh in-between your neck and shoulder. His slender but strong fingers pleasured you all the while Xiao pounded into you with reckless abandon, chasing his own high and, still trying to please you.

“Xiao wait-” the overwhelming stimulation was getting to you and you tried to warn him that you were about to tip over the edge. But the desperation in your voice only spurred xiao to speed up his ministrations. You came, coating his cock in a think ring of white but he didn’t stop, after all he hadn’t cum yet. After a few more brutal thrusts and bites he came, his thick cum spurting out into your walls.

Scaramouche

This little fucker loves cumming in Your hair

Especially when you have it done all nice

He sees it as a symbol of you submitting to him

He loves when you angrily puff up your cheeks after too

You greedily awaited the feel of his cum on your tongue when, he pulled out. He began pumping his cock while you sat confused figuring out all to late why he had done what he did. Cum splattered on your elaborate hair and on your forehead.

“Scara! Why’d you do that!” Puffing up your cheeks and looking anywhere but at him. He suddenly picked you up and placed ou back on the bed. He flipped up you skirt and ran his hands along your plush thighs.

“Why don’t I make it up to you by…. Getting even?” As he said that he placed a kiss over your panties and you decided you could live with his cum drying in your hair.

#itto hcs #itto smut #itto arataki #genshin impact #arataki itto #itto x reader #genshin itto #childe genshin impact #childe smut #childe #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia smut #tartaglia #tartagalia x reader #ajax #ajax smut #scaramouche #scara x reader #wanderer #wanderer smut #kazuha #kazuha smut #genshin impact xiao #xiao smut #adeptus xiao #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #xiao x reader #xiao imagines #genshin xiao

[heich0e]

the heart is but a winding road p.1 - shouto todoroki/f!reader (1.3k) pro-hero shouto, we're talkin late 20s early 30s-ish, this independent bachelor turned begrudging father figure fic was almost certainly inspired by buddy daddies, pure fluff, sho is about to make a new bff who happens to be 5 years old much to everyone's surprise

YOU ARE HERE - p.2 - p.3 - p.4 (upcoming)

It’s not that Shouto wouldn’t make a good parent. Quite the opposite really. It’s just that after his tumultuous upbringing, he’s more at peace with the idea of spending his adulthood independently. He’s a bit awkward with kids anyway. Doesn’t know how to talk to them. The idea of having one toddling along behind him 24/7 makes him kinda itchy and uncomfortable, like when sweaters are made with synthetic material and get put through the dryer.

His friends often tell him he’ll probably change his mind as he gets older. His family does too. But he keeps getting older and his stance stays the same. Fuyumi gets married and starts having kids first. Natsuo and his partner eventually adopt as well after trying for a few years. Denki elopes on a trip abroad and has three kids before their graduating class has even hit 25. Kirishima is next. Momo. Sero. Slowly, everyone Shouto knows is settling down and getting married and starting families.

And he just… doesn’t want that.

“‘Scuse me.”

Shouto is staring at a puddle in the middle of the street one afternoon, lost in his thoughts. It’s just stopped raining, and everything around him on the city street is soaked as the water slowly pools and slithers away into the storm drains. His phone is in his hand, open to where Uraraka has just sent a text to the old class 1-A group chat to announce she’s having her second baby.

Shouto turns towards the sound that interrupted his swirling thoughts, and a pair of wide eyes gazes up at him from roughly thigh-height. 

“Yes?” the man asks, polite but a bit clipped, as he stares down warily at the child by his feet.

The kid probably wants a picture, he realizes. Even out of his Pro Hero suit he’s still fairly recognizable, and it’s a common occurrence. He’s got a baseball cap and mask on today though, and really hadn’t wanted to be spotted.

“Uhhh, uhmm…” the kid stammers, tugging at the hem of their little yellow rain jacket.

Shouto sighs a little.

“Do you want a pho-“

“Littering is bad!”

The child’s hands are balled up into determined little fists at their sides, their eyes squeezed closed like they mustered all their strength to say the words.

And Shouto is… speechless.

“Uh,” he falters, uncertain what the hell is even happening. “Yeah?”

The kid's eyes open again, and this time they look more resolved than they had a moment prior. Less friendly, too.

“So why’d you LITTER?”

People walking by on the sidewalk are starting to stare now, and Shouto gets that itchy, uncomfortable sensation that he hates as he feels the prickle of their eyes on him.

“What are you talking about?” he asks the child nervously, tugging his cap down a little further over his face.

The kid puffs out their cheeks indignantly.

“You dropped this garbage on the ground back there.” Clutched in the child’s tiny fist is a slip of paper—a receipt, Shouto quickly surmises. His receipt from the shop he’d just visited, which must have fallen from his pocket when he’d pulled out his phone. The little gremlin waves it around accusatorially. “And you didn’t pick it up! That’s littering.”

Shouto crouches down to meet the kid at eye-level, hoping that, if nothing else, it will stop raising its voice if he gets a bit closer.

“That was an accident,” Shouto tries to explain—tries to deescalate the situation—but the look on the child’s face doesn’t soften in the slightest. The worst part about all of this is that Shouto does actually need that receipt. He eyes it for a moment, contemplating his next move, and then he sighs. “Can I have that back?”

“No,” the kid answers immediately. “Littering is a crime and this is my eminence.”

“Your what?” the man asks flatly.

“My eminence,” the kid replies, turning their nose up at him like he’s the one being foolish.

Shouto blinks blankly at the knee-high pain in his ass.

“Nao! Nao!”

A startled, frantic voice makes Shouto’s head turn on instinct—the panic igniting a sense, an alertness, that’s been long-engrained in him.

He spots you down the road, an umbrella in your hand and a flustered but relieved look on your face, racing towards him.

Him? 

Shouto is confused for a moment, until he remembers he’s not alone.

“Mama!” the present bane of Shouto’s existence melts into something unrecognizable to the thorn they’d been in his side only a moment prior—their tone sweet and excited when they spot you jogging over.

“Nao-chan,” you breathe, falling to your knees on the sidewalk and wrapping your arms around their little yellow-raincoat clad body, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Mama, I caught a criminal!” the child, who Shouto can only assume is named Nao, says excitedly as they point an eager finger in his direction.

You turn and face Shouto with a startled look on your face.

This day is really not going his way.

Your cautious eyes scan Shouto for a moment, understandably wary considering your child just proudly labelled him a criminal, but he sees a flicker of recognition kindling behind your gaze that melts away your initial look of mistrust. Begrudgingly, he reaches up and loops a finger under the edge of his mask, tugging it down to his chin to reveal his face.

Your lips part, then close again.

“Nao-chan, I think you made a mistake,” you say softly to the child tucked against your side.

“Nuh-uh, Mama! I caught him littering and I got eminence!” 

“Evidence, baby,” you correct the child gently.

“Yeah, that!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, looking vaguely mortified, and huff out a little laugh.

“I’m so sorry,” you say to Shouto, an apologetic grimace on your face, “he’s been obsessed with the recycling hero lately. It’s all he talks about.”

Shouto eyes the child, the boy, at your side. He’s familiar with Reductro, the Recycling Hero, but only vaguely. He’s been working with the education branch of the Hero Commission for the past few years, teaching kids to minimize their waste and promote taking care of the environment, and the two have met in passing a few times through work and the like. Shouto had no idea he had these kind of die-hard fans.

“You like Reductro?” Shouto asks the kid curiously.

The little boy’s face lights up.

“He’s the best!”

“What’s so cool about him?” Shouto asks, genuinely interested.

“He came to my school last week and he helps to get plastic outta the ocean!” The little boys eyes sparkle as he replies. “He took a gillion plastic bags out of the bay last year!”

Shouto purses his lips. that is pretty cool.

“Nao, give the nice hero back his receipt now, please,” you urge your son, seemingly eager to end this ordeal amicably. 

The little boy squints up at Shouto’s face, shuffling a bit closer. “You’re a hero?” he asks skeptically.

Shouto nods. “I’m Pro Hero Shouto.”

The little boy’s jaw gapes, and Shouto feels a little swell of smugness in his chest. He’s the number three hero after all, the kid must have heard of him.

“Do you know Reductro?”

The swell of his hubris deflates immediately. 

A few more words are exchanged as Nao—Naoyuki, age 5, likes Pro Hero Reductro and dislikes broccoli, as Shouto comes soon to learn—returns his misplaced receipt and you apologize again for your son’s overzealousness. With a few polite bows and one last apology for good measure, the three of you part ways—Naoyuki’s little rain boots thumping along the sidewalk as the two of you depart hand-in-hand.

Shouto looks down at the paper in his palm after you’re gone, unable to shake the foreign feeling that’s crept over him, and curled itself into his chest underneath his ribs. He clasps his fingers around the troublesome receipt and shoves his hand into his coat pocket as he sets off in the direction of his apartment.

He keeps the little slip of paper tightly in his grip the entire way home.

#shoto todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #shoto x you #bnha fic #bnha writing #writing

[josiesullysblog]

Don’t Leave Me. P2

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Angst, Fluff

~Proofread?-no

~Summary-[Y/n] grew up in a home with conditional love.

***

Neteyam was a protector. He knew his role at a very young age, it could be something small like a forest animal, or a young child in his clan he understood that if the time came he’d protect.

He took pride in being like his father, he loved protecting his family he wanted them to look for him if they were ever in danger. So, he believed he could justify why he saw red when he saw this mark on you.

Neteyam knew, that you were a sweet girl. You barely stepped out of line and most of the time kept to yourself. Whoever hurt you was going to learn, don’t fuck with Neteyam’s mate.

“I don't like repeating myself.”

You stood silently as Neteyam looked at your cheek, “it was no one,” you said trying to convince yourself more than him. He let a dry laugh, “[Y/n], I understand if you're scared whoever hit you is gonna hurt you again,” he paused.

He forced your eyes to look at him, “But I assure you whoever laid their hands on you will pay.”

Your breath hitched as the boy smiled. How could he smile yet make such threats, what would he do if he found out who it was? You stayed silent not knowing what to say, “[Y/n]!”

A voice called pulling your attention out appeared Kiri, “Your mother was calling for you,” your eyes widen as you thank her, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say to Neteyam as you try to leave, “[Y/n], if you won’t tell me I’ll find out.”

You knew he would, you were more scared of your mother than him so you chose silence. “Okay,” you say as you run off. This side of him gave you comfort in a way.

He cared about you, and he’s willing to figure out who hurt you. You smile softly as you see your mother, “yes,” you say softly.

She had never been violent towards you, but you knew she didn't like you. You didn't know why, maybe it's because you had grown up.

Many parents tend to want babies, yet become upset when the babies grow up. You were an only child for many reasons but the main one was, your parents didn't like each other.

They didn't even sleep in the same room so they certainly weren't going to mate.

“Why’d you run away,” she grabbed your ear, “Huh? Do you think this shit funny?” she dragged you as you yelled in pain, “Stop!” she flung you to the floor as your father came into the room, “what’s the meaning of this?”

You lifted your head to look at your mother, “I have never once done anything to deserve,” you sobbed as your father went to you, “honey-,” you cut him off, “GET AWAY FROM ME!”

Your emotions overwhelmed you, “the both of you are terrible people,” you stood up wiping your cheeks your sadness turning to anger.

“I wish I was just as naive as the people you put your act on for.”

Your mother grabbed you by the arm, “That's enough,” you yanked yourself away, “is it? You two act like I don't know, that I don't see that you both don't love each other.” Your mother stopped, “That's not true.”

“YES, IT IS!” you scream, “Honey,” your father tried to speak again, “No, it doesn't make sense. If you loved each other I wouldn't have caught that lady on Dad.”

You looked him in the eye, “Mom wouldn't have a new “special friend” over all the time,” tears fell down your cheeks, “and I’ve noticed this entire time, but I didn't say anything.”

You stopped as you notice tears in your mother's eyes, “I didn't say anything because I thought maybe one-day things would change.”

Your father put his head down, “and you hitting me today even though I did nothing proved something to me.” Your father's head shot up, “you hit her,” his voice raising, “I learned that you aren't staying together for me, you're doing it for them.”

“You aren't even his,” your mother’s voice was soft, “What?” your father steps in front of you, “don't listen.” your mother yanked at you, “YOU AREN’T EVEN HIS, [Y/n].”

You felt your heart in your stomach, “he was just some cover-up because your real dad is a piece of shit,” you sobbed, “tell me she's lying, DAD, TELL ME,” his head hung low, his hand reaching out for you, “I still love you.”

You ripped his hand away, “why do you hate me so much,” you faced your mother, “you ruined my life,” she said smiling, “It's only fair you feel how I’ve felt since the day you’ve been born.”

“Your father left me BECAUSE OF YOU,” your mother said, “he said no one could love me since my body was ruined.” she looked at you as if you were trash, “what woman has a child and no mate? So, this piece of crap agreed to play along.”

You looked at your “father” He looked away, “We had an agreement we would do whatever we want but the minute we leave this house, we were mated.” she smiled, “Guess you're not a dumbass after all.”

You looked at your hands, “fuck you, Mom,” you turned to leave wiping the tears that fell.

You sat on a tree contemplating. Everything you've ever known has been torn into shreds, and tears puddles in your eyes. How could you move on after this?

The man who you thought was your father turned out to be a hoax your mother put on. You sobbed as you thought more about it, and the only question you had was why.

Why did this have to happen to you? Why did your “parents” not love each other? Why did your mother lie about your father? I mean even if he was a piece of shit you still deserved to know who your real father is.

“[Y/n],” a voice calls for you. You knew who it was, the boy who has been stuck in your mind for as long as you can remember, “yes,” you said as he sat down next to you. His hand grabbed yours he sat in silence not saying anything.

Neteyam said he was going to find out who hit you, and he did. “I know who did it,” he said finally breaking the silence. Your eyes widen, “teyem, she didn't mean to,” you don't know why you tried defending her.

She didn't deserve that from you.

“Didn't mean to my ass,” he made you look at him, “You know I love you,” you nodded slowly, “so, you know that I'd do anything to protect you, even from your own parents.”

You looked away, “I just don't get it,” You finally broke down in front of the boy, “I don't know why they are like this,” the boy wrapped his arms around you, “You deserve better [Y/n], I can give you everything you ever dreamed of and more.”

You believed him. You knew he could but your mind stopped you. How did you know he wasn't going to leave you? How do you know that even after you have his child he won't leave? Every bad possible situation to ever happen your mind thought about.

“My parents,” you paused your mind was mushy, “they didn't love each other. They put on this front but I knew they didn't love each other.” you let the truth slip your mouth, “How will I know you’ll love me?” The question came from a place of insecurity and for most, those types of questions were annoying.

But you needed to know. You wanted the reassurance that he wanted you, not because you could give him children. Not because you could cook, clean, or whatever because anybody could do those things. You wanted him to want you for you, and not the things you could do for him.

“I’ve always loved you,” Neteyam kisses your hand, “from the moment we met, till right now my heart has always been yours.” he smiled at you as he saw that blush appear on your cheeks.

“I can never take someone else as long as I live because I’ll always be searching for you in them,” tears puddled in your eyes, “I don't care how long it takes, I’ll wait for you. If you have problems tell me I want to help, I need you to know that i’m right here,” he put his forehead on yours, “I’ll protect you, I’d do anything even kill if it meant I could see you one last time, [Y/n].”

You connected your lips with him, and he grabbed you pulling you into his lap. You grabbed onto his hair deepening the kiss till you both are forced to let go for air. “I love you, Neteyam.”

He smiled big, “You won’t have to worry about your parents, love” You gave a bittersweet smile maybe leaving them was for the best, “Okay, oh dear you have blood on your chest!” the boy simply wiped it away, “I was helping my mother cook!” you nodded before you two started cuddling, “I meant every word I said, I’ll protect you.” you smiled, “I know.”

After you had left, Kiri tried speaking with Neteyam but it was like the boy was gone. He was there but someone else took over his body. Neteyam knew your schedule, who you hung out with, and what you did so for you to have a mark it would need to come from someone close to you.

“Kiri, did you hang out with [Y/n] today?” the girl shook her head, “No, I haven't she was with her family most of the day.” Neteyam nodded before walking off, had only Kiri known what was going to happen next she wouldn't have said that.

He became your shadow, watching as your mother dragged you. His teeth gritted against each other, it was taking a lot from him not to go and kill your mother.

He wanted you to think he was a good boy, who followed the rules and was always nice. He didn't need you to know that he had bad thoughts. Thoughts of killing everybody that came into contact with you, and keeping you locked away from everything.

You’d become dependent on him, your eyes would look for him, and you’d be on your knees for him. He stood outside the makeshift door as he heard you fight with your parents.

“You aren't even his!” Neteyam’s heart broke for you. Finding out the man who raised you isn't your father? That's a lot to deal with, thankfully Neteyam was there to help you.

He heard you cry and all he needed was for you to leave. “Fuck you, Mom,” you said before running out. Neteyam's smile widen as he creeped out heading into the room, “hello,” he said as your mother looked at him, “Neteyam! What brings you here?” what heartless person yells at their child then turns around and smiles?

I mean he has no room to talk, “I heard a little arguing everything alright?” your father nodded, “Just a little family disagreement,” the man went to place a hand on the boy but Neteyam grabbed it quickly, “It didn't sound like that to me.”

“Thats one good grip you have boy,” he tried getting his hand back but Neteyam's grip became harder, “I know what you said to her,” his anger flipping to your mother, “and I think it's just so cruel to keep such a huge secret from your daughter.”

“Good thing she’s coming with me,” he moved quickly taking a knife out and cutting your father's neck, not to kill him just a warning. Your father fell to the floor as your mother backed up.

“Scared now?” he grabbed her and covered her mouth before she could scream, “i’m going to tell you how this is going to work from here on out, or,” he brought his knife to the woman’s neck, “you're not going to like it.”

“You are going to stay away from [Y/n],” he kicked your father who was writhing on the floor, “i’m going to mate with her, and you two will of course give us your blessings or I will kill you two.”

Your mother cried under the boy's tight grip, “You weren't so sad after causing my girl harm,” he cut her high before letting her fall, “tell anyone this was me and I’ll have you wiped from this planet.”

He put his knife back and walked out, “Thank you for the blessings, Mom and Dad.”

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HEYYY GUYSSS!!! so sorry it took longer to finish this I have so much school work thank God school is almost over!! Hope you enjoy it!!”

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Bonjour! Indra, Thor, and Hades with Fem!Teen!Reader pls. Y/n look like an adult but still a teen because genetics. When she fight her opponent, they were in love. They forfeit the match and ask Y/n to marry him but her human champion friends said “BASTARD! SHE A TEENAGER! STAY AWAY FROM HER!” And they were ready to go up there save their baby from the god. The god was shock same thing for the god side from what they heard. Y/n tell her opponent it’s true because it’s genetic.

-Your adoptive family, Kojiro, Raiden, Adam, Lu Bu, Nikola, and Jack, were very protective of you, not because you were weak, not by any means, you were just as strong as any of them, but because of your looks.

-You were only sixteen, but due to genetics, you looked more mature, looking to be in your early twenties, and with it, came perverts who thought you were legal, many who learned the truth the hard way when one of your father figures were quick to deliver a brutal ass beating.

-You found it annoying as well, older, creepy men hitting on you, thinking you were an adult, at the same time not being believed for things like student discounts at restaurants, until you showed your ID, proving that you just looked older than you actually were.

-When you were selected as an Einherjar, you asked your family to keep quiet about your age, as you didn’t want to deal with the headaches of people jeering your opponent for fighting a child.

-You wanted a fight, and you didn’t want your opponent to hold back on you, thinking that you were just a kid and should be taken lightly.

-When your opponent first saw you, he was a bit hesitant, fighting a girl, but you quickly proved that you were a strong fighter, able to go toe-to-toe with him, getting him fired up to see such a strong woman.

-Indra- Blocked another of your kicks as you blocked one of his punches, throwing each other back, both bruised and bloody, but both happy, to have this challenge. Indra’s hands came to his hips as he tilted his head back lightly, “I forfeit the match!!” you paused, as you had gotten ready to charge again as the stadium either started to cheer for your victory, or jeer because they wanted to see more. Indra looked over at you while you pouted, going to ask him why he threw the match, but he spoke first, “Marry me Y/N!!” you were stunned but almost instantly you were picked up by Raiden, who had leapt into the stadium, “She’s only sixteen you pervert!!” stunned gazes filled the stadium as you held your face with both hands, sighing deeply as the outrage quickly filled the arena, seeing that a child had fought. When Heimdall came over, while Raiden and Indra were staring each other down, you told him, announcing to everyone in attendance that you looked older than you actually were, but you were indeed only sixteen, which made Indra immediately start panicking as he had hit on a kid.

-Thor- You brought a smile to his face, seeing you land so dainty on top of Mjolnir, flipping down to mule kick him back away from you. He held his chest, his heart pounding before he relaxed, surprising you as you had turned, already in a striking stance, “I forfeit the match to Y/N.” you blinked in surprise before you pouted lightly, coming over with you hands on your hips, “Why’d you throw the match? I was having fun!” he smiled down at you before he spoke, “Marry me, Y/N.” loud cheers quickly filled the stadium while your eyes went wide in shock, gawking up at him before you were instantly in Kojiro’s arms as Lu Bu got chest to chest with Thor, glaring up at him, “She’s a teenager you bastard!!” Thor’s eyes went wide in shock and disbelief, looking over at you while you looked exasperated and you nodded, “I look older than I actually am. I’m sixteen.” Thor was stunned to learn this, as were many others, who were quickly yelling at your family, angry that they made a teenage fight one of the strongest gods in Valhalla, despite being able to hold your own.

-Hades- The smile on his face seemed to light up the stadium as he only barely dodged another of your punches, a smile on your own face as you blocked his kick, catching him by his ankle, throwing him off balance before you threw him back, sending him tumbling head over heels. He was quick to roll back to his feet before he relaxed, a fond smile on his face as he chuckled before he lifted his arm, looking to the stands, “I forfeit the match!” you nearly tripped as you had charged at him again as your stumbled to a stop, “What? Why?!” he instantly took one of your hands in his own, kneeling down, “Y/N, will you marry me?” before you could even react Adam had you hugged to his chest and kicked Hades hard in his own chest, sending him flying back, “No! She’s only sixteen! Way to young to consider marriage!!” you sighed softly, face-palming as the whole arena was instantly shouting in outrage to learn that you were a teenager, something you nodded at when Hades looked at you with incredulous eyes. Zeus shouted down, booing at Adam, “Boo!! They’re in love!! Let them get married!!” you and Hades both facepalmed as Adam was quick to charge up to Zeus, ready for a round two assault.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror indra #ror thor #ror hades

[duhnova]

(un)holy water - lee seokmin

demon!seokmin x fem!reader

word count: ~1.2k

kinktober masterlist

warning(s): smut under the cut (mdni!!), pwop, sex on a church alter/sex in a church, semi-public sex, big dick seokmin, slight breeding kink (mentions of wanting to have a child), slight dumbification, dick riding, mean? seokmin, choking, dove & baby are used as a petnames, whiney seokmin (post sex), slight insecurities, blood (seokmin digs his nails too hard), let me know if i’ve missed anything! - don’t mind any grammatical errors / typos (i tried)

seokmin growls lowly as he reaches his hand up to wrap around your throat, the burning of your silver cross meeting his skin unfazed him as he continued thrusting into you at an inhuman speed, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he groans. he couldn’t bring himself to care about the cross that would be branded into his hand for the rest of the night, not when you sounded so pretty, moaning as your pussy sucked him in like a vacuum. 

“fuck,” he hissed, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head when you clench around him. “so fucking tight, and its all for me.” a quiet grunt escapes him before hees capturing your lips in a kiss, swallowing the loud scream you were about to let out when he hit that spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. 

“seokmin,” you gasp out when he pulls away from you, a thin line of saliva connecting your mouths for a second before he's licking his lips at the sight of you falling apart under him. your mouth had fallen open into an “o” as you let your head fall back. “more.” his eyebrows raise in amusement as he smirks. 

“so needy.. isn't this enough for you?” he digs his fingers into your throat a little tighter causing you to gasp, your vision going fuzzy at the lack of air. “ive already fucked two orgasms out of you and based off how you’re clenching around me you’re about to give me another one.” 

“min,” you whine when he pulls out of you, ruining your orgasm. “why’d you stop?” you pant quietly as you look at him with a pout, your eyes hooded. all seokmin can do is laugh, he tilts his head and looks down at you with an almost sinister smile. 

“you said you wanted more, right?” he grabs you by your hips so that you can stand up. “you have to work for more dove.” he mumbles, pushing the hair out of your face before he's gripping your chin so that you're staring him in the eyes. 

“work for it?” you looked at him almost dazed, your brain still a puddle from his relentless onslaught of fuckiing you. seokmin couldn’t help but laugh again before he fully lets you go, watching you stumble a little and he almost jumps to stabilize you, almost. he makes his way down the little steps before he's sitting down on one of the benches, his legs spread wide and his dick on full display, the angry red tip already leaking precum.

“come ride me little dove, work for your next orgasmm.” he smirks at the way you blush, your eyes widening a little before you’re stumbling to situate yourself on his lap, eager to get yourself off. seokmin groans quietly as you waste no time in sinking back down onto his dick, your whimpers echoing as you adjust to his size again.

“so big,” you mewl out as you shift around on his lap, your hands resting on his shoulders as your knees dig into the hard wood of the bench. “feels so good.” you moan as you start to bounce up and down. 

“such a good little dove,” seokmin groans out, his arms resting over the back of the bench as he watches you bounce slowly. “go faster baby.” he bites his lip when you clench around him, your fingers digging into his shoulders to get better leverage. ignoring the burning in your legs you start to bounce quicker, your arms moving to wrap around his shoulders as you lean against his body, your face resting in his neck. between your sloppy movements and breathy moans you leave wet kisses everywhere you can reach, paying extra attention to the junction under his jaw. 

“fuck,” he groans louder, tilting his head back to give you more access to his neck. his mouth falls open and his eyes flutter close as his dick twitches, your moans music to his ears. “just like that, pussy feels so good stretched around my cock.” he grunts, his hips bucking up when you grip at the hairs on the base of his neck. 

“seokmin,” you whine out, mewling when he jostles you around by bucking his hips up to meet your thrusts. you continue to moan out his name like it's a sacred prayer, your orgasm fast approaching. “gonna cum.” 

“hold it,” he grunts, his hands moving to grip your hips, helping you bounce faster. “wait for me.” he noses against the side of your head, nipping at your ear. 

“oh my god.” you gasp out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moan loudly into his neck, your grip on him loosening as you allow him to bounce you however he wants. 

“thats right baby, i'm your god.” he grunts in your ear, his fingers digging into your hips until blood drizzles out past his nails. by this point you were a babbling mess, the only thing you were able to focus on was not cumming as you waited for him to give you the all clear. 

it wasn't long before seokmins moans got whinier, his head falling so his forehead rested against your shoulder. his dick twitches inside of you as he whispers about how good you feel.

“cum for me dove.” he growls quietly when he finally feels you let go, your walls clenching around him tightly. “shit.” his mouth falls open again, a little bit of drool dripping out as he empties his load deep inside of you, your pussy still clenching around him as you milk him dry. 

“minie,” you finally mumble out after a couple minutes of you both trying to recuperate. “we gotta clean up.” seokmin whines a little as he wraps his arms around your waist to hold you tight against his body. 

“no,” he pouts, he wanted to stay inside of you for as long as he could, hoping, praying, that his seed would take to you. “wanna keep you stuffed with my cum, see you grow round with my babies.” you snort quietly as you swat at his shoulders.

“you know that's not gonna happen, i'm on the pill dummy.” he pulls away to look up at you with puppy dog eyes. “no seok, don't give me that look cause then i might actually consider having your babies.” you sigh out jokingly which earns you another whine from seokmin before he huffs and buries his face back in your shoulder. 

“i know, but i cant help but think about you being mine in everyway possible.” he always got possessive, especially after sex but today was especially bad and you can tell by the grip he had on you and the way he talked about having kids. 

“i am yours min, in every sense of the word.” you mumble, running your hand through his hair causing him to smile. “now can we please clean up? were gonna ruin the wood if we sit here any longer.” he laughs quietly as he grips at your thighs tightly, keeping you pressed against him as he stands up holding you. it doesn't take much to reassure him, allowing him to bounce back to his normal self. he cracks a couple jokes as he litters kisses all over your face, teleporting you two to a bathroom where you can shower (and go another round).

feedback + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#duhnova kinktober 2022 #demon!seokmin #seokmin x reader #seokmin smut #dk smut #seventeen smut

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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yourusername Let’s go for a ride❤️ enjoying London. Happy New Year 🎆🎊

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yourbestiename I’ll take you anywhere.

jackharlow What are you doing getting in strangers motorcycles???

yourusername Having fun 🤩

claybornharlow 🏷️ credits to me

jackharlow I’m sorry what?? Why’d you let her do this?

claybornharlow Let her? You know damn well our sister does as she wants.

yourusername See he gets it 🤝🏻

jackharlow Oh I see, the favoritism is showing.

yourusername 😭😭😭 So dramatic for what?

urbanwyatt Omw to buy a motorcycle

yourusername 😩😩😩 lmaoooo

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urbanwyatt NYE type of shit

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user ohh love this pink on you 🤤

user What else is pink?

urbanwyatt Ask my girl 🤪

yourusername That’s for me to know 😜😙 but I’ll give you a hint, it’s big.

jackharlow I hate you right now 🙄 y/n can you stop?

yourusername NO

claybornharlow You’re annoying as it is, I don’t need to be seeing you being nasty with Urb 🤦🏼‍♂️

urbanwyatt 😬

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yourusername No pen or paper, but I still draw attention 🤪😈

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yourbestiename Yes ma’am 🤤

neelamthadhani My girl 🥵🤞🏼

user Idk if I want to squeeze them or motorboat them.

urbanwyatt You ain’t doing shit to them.

user them girls are sitting nicely 🤤

yourusername I’ll send over my doctors info 🤪

princejdc 🥵 🥵 🥵

user why didn’t you or clay attend Jacks NYE party?

yourusername He didn’t invite me…..

jackharlow Not this again…..

claybornharlow 😭😭😭

yourusername But am I lying???

jackharlow It wasn’t even like that and your annoying ass knows this.

yourusername I don’t even care, seems like it was boring anyway 💅🏼

urbanwyatt 💀

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urbanwyatt My muse 🤪

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yourusername 😘

neelamthadhani Baddie 🔥 🔥

mamamaggie Urban, I love these pictures of my baby. She looks so good 🔥 🔥

yourusername Ilyy mama 🫶🏻 always hyping me up.

cozane 🫣 Respectfully

selenosunni 👀

urbanwyatt Can I help you losers????

yourusername Baby, be nice to our friends 🤪

druski2funnny Can she be my muse too?

yourusername 😱

druski2funnny Come on mama

jackharlow YOOO MAN WTF???? CHILL

user LMAO how does Jack and Clay live their lives when Y/N gets hit on left and right

claybornharlow 🙄 It’s annoying because she eggs in on the flirting & she knows we don’t like that.

jackharlow She be playing too much

yourusername I only play with ONE man and that’s MY MAN 🤪🤪🤪

jackharlow Here she goes

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yourusername Appreciation post for these annoying asses, my big brothers. Ily both and thank you for always having my back. Jackman- thanks for always pushing me to be better and follow my dreams, even when you’re being a pain about my dating life. Clayborn- Thank you for always rushing to me whenever I need you, even if it’s at 2am and thank you for being my one call whenever I need bail money.

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claybornharlow You weren’t supposed to put in the last part 😭😭😭😭

yourusername Sorry 🙈

jackharlow Bail money? Excuse me what? I need to put a tracker on your ass, what do you do when I’m not around?

yourusername 🤫 🤫

mamamaggie Child of mine, if you think I don’t know what you get into then I don’t know what to tell you.

yourusername Of course I know, you be knowing everything.

user HOW AM I BARELY FINDING OUT YOU’RE RELATED??????

yourusername 💀💀💀💀

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yourusername Spend the day house hunting, then rode him like a rodeo, and I put his ass to sleep 🤪🤪🤪

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mamamaggie Y/N M/N HARLOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

jackharlow Get her now!!!!!!

claybornharlow 🙄🫣

yourusername Sorry 😬

yourbestiename Bitch lmaooo 😭😭😭😭

cozane Wildin

druski2funnny Ok I see why Jack be texting me saying y’all are annoying. Stop with the nastiness, keep that shit at home.

urbanwyatt Why do you think we’re house hunting? I need that with me day in and out.!

jackharlow I miss when you two used to hate each other

claybornharlow But did they really hate each other or was it all a front??? Because they kept their relationship private for a year and we barely found out too 🤔

jackharlow You make valid points….. interesting.

selenosunni Wait so when Y/N slashed his tires, was it because she hated him or she was jealous ???

urbanwyatt 🤷🏼‍♂️

yourusername We’ll never tell!!!!!

mamamaggie I know 😊 let’s just say, I’m happy that they’re both happy and in love.

jackharlow Mom you can’t say that, he’ll never leave her now.

yourusername 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

user Now have babies

yourusername WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!!!!!

urbanwyatt Next in line, after we buy our house.

yourusername You are out of your damn mind babe.

claybornharlow NO

jackharlow TOO SOON 🙄

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[prrism]

Hi!! Could you do Karl for the Babysitters Guide series? Have a good day/night!

I would love to! Karl is such a sweet, wholesome guy so of course I had to write this

Sweet Cuddlebug

Summary: You’ve been struggling on one of your projects for a while now, hoping some fresh air will help you feel better instead you find a very clingy Karl alone on the side of the road…

Characters: Karl Jacobs x Reader

Relationship: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

You needed a break and some fresh air, your current project was proving to be tough and not wanting to completely lose all your sanity you figured a nice walk would help. It seems you’ve forgotten just where you live and that peace and quiet can be quite the rarity, the growing sounds of crying evident of that. You were unsure if this was some sorta trap but pushed the thought aside with how distressed the mysterious source sounded. When you finally locate said source of the sound you’re simultaneously surprised and unsurprised at a child version of Karl sitting at the side of the road.

“Karl? Now how did you get all the way over here?” You question aloud, gaining his attention. Immediately the crying turns into softer whimpers and he reaches up for you. Without hesitation you pick him up and give him a boop on the nose earning you a small giggle, you smile and do it again making him brighten up a little more, you do it one more time and Karl goes from a sad whimper to elated laughing. “Alright, let’s get you somewhere safer.” You say, turning around to head back home.

You enter your home and set Karl down on the couch, you weren’t sure how long he’d been out there but you assumed a snack might cheer him up more. Grabbing some apples and carrots you’re about to cut them into smaller pieces when you feel weight lean against your leg, glancing down at Karl now clinging to you and staring at you with big doe eyes.

“Can I help you?” You ask, semi-sarcastically.

“Up, up, up.” Karl reaches up to you making little grabby hands. You can’t hold back a smile at how adorable he looked.

“You want up? Don’t you want a snack first?” To your surprise he shakes his head and continues reaching for you.

“Up, up, up.” He starts bouncing in place. Who were you to deny such a request so naturally you place what you’re holding down and lift him up, instantly he snuggles against you.

“Aww, you just wanted some cuddles, huh? Are you a little cuddlebug?” You give little Eskimo kisses making him giggle happily. Your day was filled with lots and lots of cuddles, you just couldn’t say no to Karl’s puppy eyes, not that you complaining either.

When you were finally able to get him to draw you take the opportunity to stretch out a bit, returning shortly after to see several strange drawings by him. One looked like a clock with swirling patterns around it, easy enough to figure out, what really stuck out to you was the pictures of a strange clocked figures and some sort of angel(?) with XD on its face, or mask you weren’t too sure.

“Whatcha drawing there Karl?” You ask, though you already knew you weren’t going to get an answer. Confirming this when he says nothing and reaches for you again, easily taking the hint you lift him into your arms again. As he happily cuddles against you, you’re still eyeing the pictures he drew wondering why they made you feel uneasy, especially the one of the angel, if that was even what it was. You don’t get to dwell on the feeling much longer when a familiar whirling sound hits your ears and you quickly set Karl onto the ground, in a quick puff he’s back to normal but still looking at you with puppy eyes.

“Hey, why’d you stop?” He pouts.

“Sorry, didn’t exactly feel like dropping you now that you’re yourself again.” You chuckle. “Why? Did you still need more cuddles?” You question sarcastically.

“Yes.” He answers sincerely.

“Umm… I’m sure if you head home Sapnap will be more then happy to cuddle with you.” You suggest.

“Well yeah, but I need cuddles to help hold me over before the long journey home. Please?” He stares at you expectantly, you sigh.

“Oh alright. Even now I still can’t say no.” You cave, muttering that last part. Karl smiles brightly and happily wraps you in a hug, you return the gesture with a smile of your own.

Who’da thought that all you needed to relax from that big, tough project wasn’t simply a walk but some well deserved cuddles from a friend.

That was a fun one 😁 I hope you guys liked it too. Feel free to let me know whose childish adventures you’d like to see next

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x platonic reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x platonic reader #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader

[heaven-s-black-box]

Jealousy pt.2- Miyuki x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: February 22nd, 2022

Description: I really loved your hcs for Miyuki and Chris! Could I request an angsty thing (hc or scenario, whichever you’re comfortable with) about Miyuki getting jealous for whatever reason and distancing himself from his s/o? Maybe a bit of fluff at the end so it doesn’t hurt too much 🥲🥲🥲

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with research @curlyzensei, we thank them for their contribution. The first entry is available here.

Word count: 2 155

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“Did you reach him?” Y/N asked, dropping down next to Mei.

They found it strange that Mei was frowning at their phone.

He handed it back and shrugged.

“I got voicemail, he’s probably still practicing,” he smiled.

“Hmph, you’d think he’d try and pick up. I get he’s got a lot on his plate, but he seemed kind of down over the break,” they huffed, rummaging through their bag.

“It’s Miyuki, he only thinks about baseball,” Mei snickered.

“Ya, which reminds me, what are your plans for tomorrow?”

“Hey!” Mei whined. “You’re so mean,” he draped himself across Y/N, “this is why Kazuya’s avoiding you.”

Y/N stopped fiddling with their bag.

“What?”

“What?”

“Why do you think he’s ignoring me,” Y/N frowned. “I think he’d know if I was ignoring me.”

“I mean, when was the last time you two talked?” Y/N stared at him. “That wasn’t over the break?”

The two stayed in silence for a moment before Y/N checked their phone.

“Mei get off me, it’s late.”

“No.”

“Meeii,” they warned, drawing out his name.

“Nooo, come stay with me! Let’s have a sleepover,” he laughed, not wanting to end their talk on a sour note.

“You’re such a child,” Y/N smirked, pushing him off their lap and laughing as he hit the floor.

Slinging their bag over their shoulder, Y/N carefully stepped over Mei and headed towards the school gates.

“Bye Mei!” They called, waving over their shoulder.

“Bye Y/N, tell your aunt I say hi!”

“Will do!”

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Mei huffed in exhaustion as he grabbed another ball to pitch into the net.

It was Sunday, and practice had let out for the day, and like Y/N had said, his plans were baseball. Someone would have to drag him out of here by his shirt if they needed him.

His wind up was cut off by his ringtone.

“Huh?” He accepted the call and raised the phone to his ear. “Hey Kazuya, Y/N’s not with me right now so-”

“I…”

“Mhm?” Mei dragged the ball basket over to the net and began picking them up.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Are you dying?” Mei frowned, pausing for a second.

Miyuki rarely wanted to talk to him, especially one on one. Mei always had to start conversations with him, and even then Miyuki always seemed annoyed.

“Uh, I might be,” he chuckled nervously. “That depends, how mad is Y/N?”

“Suuuper mad,” Mei said, annoyance heavy in his voice. “They never want to speak with you ever again and they hope you drop dead!”

“Wait seriously?!” Miyuki yelled.

“No you idiot!” Mei yelled back. “Upset? Yes. Hurt? Definitely. But I don’t think they could ever be mad at you. Now answer a question for me.”

“I will not tell you anything about our team, give it up.”

“Wa- Hey! Is baseball really the only thing you think I think about?!”

“I mean…”

“Don’t hesitate!” Miyuki chuckled on the other end of the phone, and Mei sighed. “Why’d you hang up on them yesterday?”

Miyuki stopped chuckling, and said nothing for a moment.

“They told you, huh?”

“Nope! I was the one calling.”

“Oh… why?”

“I figured you’d pick up for them more than me, turns out I was wrong. Now answer the question.”

“I just- I needed time to think.”

“You should ask Y/N, they’d be willing to help.”

“I need to think about Y/N.”

“Oh.” The line was silent for a moment before Mei spoke again. “So you’ve figured it out?”

“That I’ve been a shitty friend?”

“Huh? No, that you like them. I mean, since when have you ever cared if people like you? I mean, you called me first. You must be reaaaalllyyy desperate to do that.”

“You’re being over dramatic.”

“Am I really?”

Silence again.

“Bye Mei.”

Click.

---

“Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.” Mei called as he ran into their class.

“Whaaaatttt?” They sighed as they closed their phone and folded their hands under their chin.

“Are you going to watch the tokyo invitational game?”

The tokyo invitational game against Wynd youth academy had just been finalized, and Mei had just been informed of his invitation to participate.

“Sure.”

“You’re not even gonna ask what it is?” He gasped.

“Mei at this point Inashiro games have kind of started to blur together,” they chuckled. “What’s got you so worked up about this one?”

“Because it’s not an Inashiro game! They’re asking a bunch of players from other teams to come out and we’re playing against a school from America,” he rushed out, almost tripping over his words.

“Mei.”

“Yes?”

“Back off.” They pushed on his forehead and he stumbled back in an over exaggerated manner.

“You’re so mean, you and Kazuya really are perfect for eachother,” he huffed, taking his seat beside them and pouting.

“It’s kind of hard to have a relationship with someone who’s ignoring you,” Y/N chuckled dryly.

“Ya well, you fell in love with Kazuya, pay the price.” They were both silent for a moment as Mei began to get his stuff out. “You should tell him.”

“Why? So he can continue ignoring me and I can think it’s because I like him? Because I prefer this over whatever that would feel like.”

“Okay,” he dropped his books onto his desk rather harshly. “I wasn’t going to say anything because I thought watching you two pine but this is getting sad and you’re making me depressed. He likes you, he’s just… Kazuya. And you like him, you’re just…”

“I’m just?” They goaded, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, why are you so certain he likes me?”

“Because he told me.”

---

Y/N sat outside the field’s fence, watching the temporary team warm up. The atmosphere was a little stiff, but they knew things would loosen up once they started playing together. New teams were always a bit stiff.

“Y/N-senpai?”

Y/N turned to find Itsuki standing nervously behind their bench.

“Hello Itsuki-kun, what are you doing here? Actually, silly question, you’re here to watch the game aren’t you?”

“Um, no-no,” he waved his hands in front of his face. “Actually, Mei-san actually asked me to come find you once everyone got here.”

“You know you don’t have to run errands for him, he’s a big boy. Despite how he acts,” they muttered.

“I don’t mind, besides he just asked me to remind you to meet him at the school gate after practice. Also I needed the study break,” he laughed.

“Hm, alright then,” they sighed. “Well, would you like to sit with me for a bit?”

“No, it’s alright. Have a good day Senpai!”

After Itsuki left, Y/N turned back to the field.

Warmups had finished and they were starting to make up teams. Mei turned around and waved at Y/N, earning a glare from the coach. But his over exaggerated display caught Miyuki’s attention, who followed Mei’s gaze and spotted them.

Y/N smiled and waved back, and Miyuki awkwardly returned a subtle wave.

---

“Late,” Y/N grumbled, flipping their phone open and closed as they watched the time tick by.

Y/N had left the field once the coach dismissed everyone to clean up and change, and had been waiting at the front gate since then.

Most of the people had already left, but aside from Mei, Miyuki hadn’t come out this way either and he would have to pass by soon if he wanted to catch the train back to Seidou.

“Look how sad they’re looking,” Mei hummed, leaning against the wall behind Miyuki. “You should go cheer them up, here-” he reached into his bag and handed Miyuki a can. “And while you're at it confess please, this isn’t funny anymore.”

Before Miyuki could start thinking again, Mei had shoved the drink into his hands and walked off.

“Thank me later!”

Miyuki didn’t move. 

The sun was setting, he was going to miss the train at this rate.

The only way out was through the front gate, and past Y/N.

Taking a deep breath, he rounded the corner and called out, “What are you still doing here?”

“Mei stood me up,” Y/N shrugged. “What took you so long?”

“Uh, personal crisis,” he chuckled awkwardly. “Uh, here.” He handed them the drink. “You still like this, right?”

Y/N stared at it for a moment before shaking their head.

“No.”

Of course Mei wasn’t going to make this easy on him.

“Mei gave it to you, didn’t he?” They asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. When he nodded, they laughed. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the station.”

“Wha-huh? But don’t you have a curfew?”

“Ya, but if we leave now I can probably make it back just in time, so hurry up. And can I have that?” They pointed at the drink.

“But I thought you didn’t like it.”

“It’s rude to turn down a gift.”

The two headed off down the path as Mei peeked around the corner and cheered silently. Now Miyuki just had to use his words.

“So, are you looking forward to catching for Mei?”

“Nah, I’m not allowed to. They don’t want people who’ll be going against each other in the next tournament to play together. Honestly, I’m relieved. I deal with enough idiot pitchers at Seidou, I don’t need to find a new one.”

Y/N laughed, “Sounds like fun.” They took a sip from the can before offering it to Miyuki. “I should come by sometime.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” He exclaimed, taking the can and cringing at the taste. “Too sweet.”

“You know that’s why I used to drink it, right? Because you wouldn’t steal it.”

“Hey! I don’t steal your things.”

“Really? Because I think I’m still missing a cap or two, and a book, and I’m sure if I went through my stuff I would find more.”

“Fine, what else do you do for my sake?” He huffed, handing back the drink.

The train station was coming into view.

“Hm, I don’t visit you or call as often as I’d like.”

“Huh?”

“Well… I see how busy Mei gets with practice and school and since you take forever to reply and stuff I just… assumed you wanted to focus on that. I keep telling you to reach out, I guess I just wasn’t clear enough about it.”

“I…” Miyuki took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I should have tried to stay in touch better.”

“I mean, I guess I could forgive you.”

“Rea-” Relief washed over Miyuki.

“If you give me a good reason.” Miyuki frowned. “What? I’m not gonna forgive you at the drop of the hat. I’m here, trying to keep this friendship intact and you finally geting that through your stupid head doesn’t change it. So I’ll forgive you if you give me a good reason too. Otherwise you just have to make it up to me.”

“Make it up to you how?” He asked wearily.

“Take the high ground here, Kazuya.”

“No- no, I think I want to avoid that.”

“Kazuyyyaaa,” they warned.

“Hey, look, I apologized. I’m opening up, doesn’t that count as making it up to you?” He asked frantically, jumping back slightly.

Y/N frowned.

“Kazuya. Telling me something I already know isn’t opening up. How about I tell you something you don’t know about me and you can tell me why you’ve been so… weird.”

“Like there’s something I don’t know about you.”

“Kazuya, up until the break you didn’t know I was on the student council. Or that I hadn’t seen all your games.”

“... fine. Throw your best secret at me.”

“Hmph,” Y/N smirked. “On the count of three?”

Miyuki’s brows furrowed, “What are you, five?”

“One.”

“Fine.”

“Two.” Y/N and Miyuki both stopped walking. “Three.”

“I love you,” Y/N sung out as Miyuki rushed through it.

Miyuki froze, eyes squinted closed and holding his breath. It took him a second to catch up to everything, and when he finally did he relaxed.

Y/N was standing in front of him, hands behind their back and looking over their shoulder.

“Really?” They asked, laughing. “Bit of a shitty way to show it, huh?”

“What?”

“Ignoring me. Bit of a shitty way to show you love me.”

“I-”

“Unless, of course, you were jealous.”

“Jealous! Wha- of who?!”

“Mei. Who, by the way, I have to remember to thank. He totally set this up,” they grumbled.

“Why on earth would I-”

“Train.”

“What?” Miyuki whipped around to see the train pulling into the station. “Shit! This,” he called as he ran the last bit up the platform, “isn’t over!”

“We can finish this tomorrow.”

“I’ll just call.”

Y/N waved as Miyuki rushed onto the train, before checking the time.

“Ah man, I am so not getting back in time.”

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PLAYBOY!

sae’s notoriously prideful, always presenting himself as the cold rising genius who’s nothing short of a god-given gift to the world of soccer. though, you’re quickly thrown for a loop when he shows up at your door—with his soccer uniform swapped for a playboy bunny outfit.

gender neutral reader

Ping!

the hotter itoshi: I’m outside your door. Let me in.

Breaking your perfectly well-earned afternoon reverie was nothing more than what you believed to be a seemingly innocent text from your boyfriend Sae. No matter what you did to try and break him out of his my-way-or-the-highway lifestyle, he was firmly dedicated to do whatever he pleased without another care in the world.

Which, unfortunately, for you, meant that he would simply show up at your doorstep whenever he just felt like it.

The last thing you expected, however, was for Sae to be standing outside your front door wearing nothing but a revealing playboy bunny suit.

Sae cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. “What the fuck are you staring for? Are you going to let me in, or what?”

You looked Sae up and then down, and then up and down once more for good measure. Were you dreaming? There was no way this was real. You pinched yourself on the underside of your arm as you gawked shamelessly at your scantily dressed boyfriend, who was growing more and more annoyed at you with each passing second.

“Forget it—move. It’s fucking cold out there,” Sae grunted. Squeezing past you with the same cold gracefulness that he always exhibited, you frantically shut the door behind him as he practically stomped his way into your house. 

How could you even begin to describe your shock? Dating Sae constantly felt unreal. He was like an icy prince, someone who even through his moments of sweetness always felt slightly out of your reach, a little out of your league. Unlike him, who had been used to the spotlight and the glamor that followed the life of being a professional athlete and a pseudo-celebrity since he was a young child, you were nothing more than the run-of-the-mill nobody. 

Sae unceremoniously flopped onto your living room couch, and with a quick flick of his dexterous ankles, he threw off the red-bottom heels that he had been wearing. You flinched when what you assumed were expensive shoes hit the floor, standing dumbfounded in the doorway like a little kid that had been caught stealing candy.

“Um… Nice to see you too, Sae,” you awkwardly started. “Did you need something? Why’d you show up here?”

He stared at you, clearly unimpressed. Frowning a little, he shifted his sprawled-out position on the couch and folded his knees in, sitting coquettishly on the edge of the sofa as he peered up at you through his lashes. “Is that really all you have to say to me?”

You winced, unable to shake the slightly-fearful-slightly-confused smile off of your face. “I-I mean, is there a reason why you came to my house unannounced? And dressed like that no less…”

He sniffed proudly to himself, turning his gaze away slightly. Your eyes never left him, unsure what to make of the boy sitting in front of you. There was no denying that he was beautiful: his crimson streaked hair was the same color as the vibrant sunrise, his long lashes always gave him an ethereal vibe to him that reminded you of fantasy elves, and the way he could get so ridiculously prideful over nothing drove you insane in every imaginable way possible. 

The outfit itself was doing wonders to your imagination too. You were too used to seeing Sae in his regular jersey and athletic wear—this was probably the most skin you’d ever seen from him. The tight-fitting black bodysuit sat comfortably on top of his torso and stomach, pinching his waist ever-so-slightly to give his sides an alluring curve. When he squirmed a little, the tops of the outfit rubbed against his chest, inevitably calling attention to his toned chest and perfectly sculpted collarbones. 

And his legs! You never thought to describe Sae’s powerful legs as dainty, but seeing them all wrapped up in pretty fishnet tights with his (abandoned) heels made you want to put him inside a glass box and store him away as a permanent feature at your nearest art museum. He even went through the trouble of finding a headband with bunny ears sprouting from it, and a little matching pom pom sat on the curve of his back right above his butt. He had applied some makeup too, a gorgeous shade of red that complimented his features sitting atop his lips.

At that moment, you understood. You never wrapped your head around why middle aged men devoured Playboy magazines as if it were their last meal, but seeing Sae like this? Something clicked in your brain, and you knew. Oh, you fucking knew. 

Sae pouted slightly. “I wanted to see you. Why, did you not? You don’t look excited to see me. Should I go back home?”

“No!” You practically jumped up in your spot, shaking your hands frantically. “Nononono, that’s not it! I’m excited to see you, I promise! I just- I just need an explanation for this… this whole thing.”

Sae raised an eyebrow as you gestured at the outfit. “It was supposed to be a surprise for you.”

“I can tell that much, Sae,” you replied. Sae held his nose up proudly again, wiggling his hips suggestively as he folded his hands in his lap. You gawked at him once more, watching him in disbelief as he gently patted the empty seat next to him. As prideful as he was, he kept on avoiding direct eye contact with you—always moving his body suggestively, trying to keep the focus on the outfit he was wearing, his cheeks morphing into a pretty shade of pink whenever you pried about his surprise…

No way.

No fucking way.

“Sae, are you trying to seduce me?”

Sae stiffened visibly in his seat and immediately yanked his face away from you. You bit back a laugh, slapping your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from collapsing right there and then. You didn’t think your impulsive hunch would be correct. 

Could you imagine? Sae? Sae Itoshi? Japan’s pride and Real Madrid Youth’s genius midfielder? Seducing you by showing up at your door dressed like a goddamn playboy bunny?

“Don’t laugh at me,” he huffed, snapping out of his foxy act to go right back to his grumpy self. You couldn’t help but grin at him as you finally plopped down next to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a quiet apology, pulling the boy in for a hug as you held him to your chest.

“Sorry, Sae,” you whispered. Pressing a series of quick kisses to the side of his face, you peered into his bright eyes. “I didn’t think I’d be right. You look cute! I’d never imagine that anyone would go this far to dress up for lil ol’ me.”

“I would. And now you know.” Despite his curt words, he relaxed against your touches, and eventually relented into letting you cuddle him from the side like a clingy koala. He patted his lap, motioned for you to climb onto his lap, and you obediently swung your legs over to hoist yourself right on top of his muscular thighs.

Straddling him gently, you kept your arms wrapped tightly around him as you rested your head on his shoulder. “I mean, it still feels weird to see you in an outfit like this, but… Thank you for thinking of me, Sae. I want to ask though…”

“Hm?” He leaned his head back, kissing the crown of your head. “What is it?”

“What inspired you to do this anyway? Like… Why this outfit in particular?” You poked at his stomach slightly with your pointer finger, earning you an annoyed grunt from the redhead and a swat at your wrist.

“...It’s that stupid horny demon’s fault.”

You blinked blankly. “Come again?”

“Shidou. It was Shidou’s idea,” Sae admitted. His cheeks flushed red again, and his face nearly turned the same color as his hair. “He was probably joking about it, now that I think back… He asked me if I was gonna do anything special for you, and when I asked if he had any good ideas for a surprise, he said I should dress up in this. He said people like it when their lovers dress up in special costumes like this one, so I thought you’d like it too.”

“And you believed him?” You barely swallowed back another fit of laughter threatening to spill from your chest. Sae scrunched up his face, his cheeks puffing up as he pouted at you again.

“Listen, I knew it was a dumb idea, and I know I look stupid,” he sighed defeatedly. “I’m going to murder that kid the moment I get back from hanging out with you.”

“Hey, hey, I never said you looked stupid,” you quickly tacked on. You slowly trailed your fingers from the top of his outfit, feeling the curve of his chest down to his ribs and stomach before settling suggestively right above the dip of his hips. “Awwwww, poor Sae baby… Did you want me to praise you over how pretty you look?”

“Gross. What are you, some pervert? I already have Shidou to kill; don’t make me get mad at you too.” He turned his face away from you again, turning his mouth up in clear disgust. Still, when you moved to cup his cheeks, fawning over him with delight dancing in your eyes, Sae didn’t fully push you away, and he relented into letting you coo over him.

“That’s right,” you sang dreamily. Pinching his face lightly and rubbing your thumbs over the swell of his cheeks, you peppered his nose, mouth, and eyelids with kisses. “I’m a pervert just for you, Sae. You’re the one that goes around acting all haughty and coy for me, and I can’t help but want to see more of you! You’re so cute when you pretend that you hate my attention, but we both know that you can’t live without it.”

Sae hummed, not denying your words. His eyes softened a little, and he mumbled back, “You say such stupid things. You’re a real idiot, did you know that?”

“I don’t think you, of all people, get to talk,” you teased. You leaned down to press a deep kiss to his mouth, letting him snake his arms around your waist and rest his hands on top of your hips. His lips were warm, sticky, most likely thanks to whatever makeup he had applied onto himself right before visiting you. You knew that you’d most likely end up smearing it all across his face if you kept kissing him like this, but when Sae’s hands squeezed your body encouragingly, you pushed yourself closer onto him until you couldn’t hold your breath any longer.

Sae looked up at you breathlessly, his smart-alec thoughts silenced momentarily with how enamored he was with you. You loved seeing him like this. He was softening up to you, bit-by-bit, letting that jaded side of him come down to soak up all of your love, insatiably clinging to you so that you’d give him everything you wanted. You liked knowing that you held his power over him, just as much as he had the same effect over you.

You pressed the pad of your thumb against his lower lips, smearing his already ruined lipstick over his skin. He let his eyes flutter shut beautifully. You wanted to physically drink the sight in front of you: a lovestruck Sae Itoshi with his mouth starting to swell up from how roughly you were kissing him, practically turning into a wreck in your arms as you messed up his makeup and cast him under your spell.

“Can you—,” he swallowed breathlessly, “—Can you kiss me again?”

You rocked your hips slightly, grinning down at him as you lapped up his neediness. How cute. How pathetic. You loved hogging this private side of him all to yourself. “Desperate now, are we?”

“Shut up. I’m not going to ask again.”

“Don’t worry.” Your hands moved to cup the back of his head, pulling him closer to your face. Only a hair’s worth of space separated your lips from his. Letting your voice drop to a sensual whisper, you felt him shudder under your touch. Your eyes never left him. “I won’t make you.”

And when he pulled himself onto you, kissing you fervently, like it was the last kiss you two shared at the airport before he’d sometimes leave for his career, like it was the first kiss you two would share whenever he came back, filled with the same curiosity that drew you towards him over and over again and the same carnal need that kept you by his side. He melted into your touch so easily, matching each of your movements and following the precarious rhythm that you were dancing across his mouth.

He was so easy to love, so easy to please, so easy to win over when you were involved. You kissed him until you two were both breathless, limbs tangled with each other, eyes and mouths blown wide open with how much more you needed from one another. This was the Sae that you knew and adored, the adorably innocent boy who had a greedy heart for you and only you.

It was impossible to not want him—playboy bunny outfit or not.

“Remind me to thank Shidou later,” you whispered, your lips ghosting across his jaw. Sae hummed, his fingertips already having made their home across the curve of your waist, hips, and thighs.

“That’s if he’s alive. Remember, I said I was going to kill him when I went back,” he muttered annoyedly. You smiled again, your heart still racing in your chest as you clung to your boyfriend, chest-to-chest.

“Then I guess I’ll have to do him a favor and force you to stay over. Can’t kill him when you go back if I don’t let you go back,” you offered. Stealing a quick peck to his cheek, Sae gave an exasperated snicker, shaking his head slightly. The once-pristine bunny ears on his head were now tilted a little, misaligned on his ears.

“I think that’s a solution we both can agree on.” His arms wrapped tightly around your midriff, keeping you locked onto the couch with him. “Even you can think of good ideas at times.”

“Oh, Sae,” you laughed. “Don’t put me on Shidou’s level.”

He rested his chin on your shoulder, sticking his tongue as if to playfully toy with the idea. “Please. I’d never do such a thing. At least his ideas clearly seem to be worthwhile sometimes.”

“Hey!”

x

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #sae itoshi #x reader #my writing #pov: im desperately trying to prove to slay lock that im not a creep after writing this fic #I LIKE BUNNY OUTFITS AND COW BIKINIS AND MAID OUTFITS A NORMAL AMOUNT I PROMISEEEEEEEE

[fromasgardandback]

Our Routine on Tatooine

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

description: Obi-Wan and Y/N moved to Tatooine after Order 66 to protect Luke.

word count: 1.0k

warning: illusions to a fun night ;) , pure fluff (our boy needs it)

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After Order 66 was set in place by the Imperial Army. One by one the Sith and Storm Troopers killed every last Jedi. They tried but failed to kill a few strong members. All the Jedi left went into hiding and with the birth of Padme’s children, Obi-Wan took her son to Tatooine. His father, Anakin, was born on Tatooine and had family there. Y/N went along with Obi-Wan vowing with Yoda and Senator Organa to protect Luke when the time came. She also promised to protect Leia as well as Obi-Wan. It was safer for them to reside on Tatooine knowing the terrain would keep them hidden versus being on a planet that resembles Coruscant. Y/N would have loved to be with Leia on Alderaan, but the chances of her being seen and killed were far too great. She did promise the Senator that she would try to visit as least once a year if she could. 

Obi-Wan and Y/N headed to their hut home after giving Luke over to Ben and Beru. They knew a little of the backstory but understood and took Luke without hesitation. They told the couple that they were staying in Tatooine to help take care of Luke and protect him when the time came. Although a few times they think they could take care of Luke, it was a conscious decision that he belonged with his family. Obi-Wan opened the door and Y/N walked through. It was a nice-sized home for them to share. It had the essentials they needed and was hidden from any kind of danger. His new alias would be Ben Kenobi, which she thought was a little odd because they all knew him as Kenobi and knew what he looked like. It wouldn’t be hard to put the two and two together. Y/N opted for a total name change to Ryland Mercia. 

“Hey, Obi-Wan, why’d you change your name to Ben? It’s such a common name and you didn’t change your last name.” She asked setting down their food.

“I wanted to settle on something simple. Something that if I was in danger, I could remember easily. If you get hit in the head somewhere and are in need of identity, how will you remember a name like Ryland Mercia?” He asked back looking up at her.

“It was my grandmother’s name.” She said quietly. He quickly took notice of her demeanor change. She got quiet and refused to eat after, heading directly to bed. 

Although the home was an open concept, there was a curtain to give privacy in their shared bed. Obi-Wan didn’t mean to upset her, and she would testify that it wasn’t him. He didn’t do anything but the realization set into her quickly that he is all she has now. Her family was murdered by a Sith Lord on her way to the Jedi Temple as a child. And all the family she had in the Jedi’s are all gone. She grew to fight alongside Obi-Wan, being in the same class of younglings growing up. Attachments aren’t allowed in the Jedi Code, so she hid her fantasy of being with him, but now that there are no Jedi, that door is open.

The routine that Y/N and Obi-Wan had was getting up before dawn. Sitting together in solitude and meditating. After that, they would tap into the Force to train, physically and mentally. After that, they found themselves a few jobs to keep up with their bills and themselves fed. For a few years, food was scarce and hard to find. It got harder and worse when famine swept the area, but they made do. At night they would talk, enjoy the company, and read to one another. After about a year of living on Tatooine and a drunken night, Obi-Wan was the first to make a move. She didn’t stop him, she didn’t want him to stop. Without the other's knowledge, the fantasy has been there for a while. The temptation when they moved in became greater. It shocked them both that they lasted a year without this kind of mishap happening. Obi-Wan woke up before Y/N did and noticed the position they were in. The blanket loosely lay over their naked bodies that were entangled together. He didn’t dare to move, too engrossed in her beauty. A slight ray of sunshine came through, giving her a golden hue. She stirred awake, looking up to find him looking down at her.

“Morning.” She blushed as she saw his smile.

“Morning, darling.” He chuckled.

“We uh…” She chuckled hiding her face in his neck. “We had fun last night.” He smiled, rubbing his hand gently down her back and up again.

“Yeah, we did. Felt good to be affectionate again. I haven’t told you this before, but I’ve had an undying love for you since we were teenagers. You came into the training room one day, and I was sold.” Obi-Wan confessed with a slight blush coming over his face.

“What? I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids too. I guess it was in the Force that we were meant to be.” Y/N smiled, leaving a few kisses on his jawline.

“I love you, Y/N.” He held her closer.

“I love you, Obi-Wan.” She leaned into him.

Quietly they got married a few years after with the help of Ben and Beru doing the wedding and Senator Organa arranging a sweet honeymoon. They kept it quiet as possible so no Sith or Imperial Army came after anyone. It was very kind of them to do that and with every change Obi-Wan or Y/N got they thanked them. As soon as they landed home, the call came in that Leia was in trouble and they were off to save her. A Jedi’s work is never finished, but it makes it easier knowing they could be together forever. Protecting the children of Anakin and Padme.

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