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Silence - Emmett (AQPII) x Younger!reader

Summary: You had seen Emmett before everything went to hell, but you didn't actually know him. Now though? Now he was all you had. He was everything.

Word count: 3.9k

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (both characters are still 18+), p in v s*x, fingering, daddy kink, discussions of death, discussions of trauma, attempting to exchange sex for services (doesn’t actually happen tho), mental health struggles, (please let me know if I missed any)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the A Quiet Place or A Quiet Place Part 2 characters. I do not claim to own any of these characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so.

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You hadn’t known it was him when you had followed the man in the abandoned factory down the chute. You hadn’t known it was him when you had landed with a thud right behind him and he had whirled on you as the screeches from the monster above echoed metallically over you. You still hadn’t known it was him when he had pulled you away from the entrance and into the old pipe and shut the door behind you and sat just in front, heaving and staring out of the little window inlaid in the door. But then, with shaking hands he had pulled down the scarf over his face and stared at you like you were somehow the craziest part of this new world, and simply uttered the words “what the fuck.” You had jumped forward then, slamming your palms to his mouth and widening your eyes to try and communicate how stupid he was being, but he just shoved you off and waited until you had sorted yourself into a seated position once more to speak. “They can’t hear us down here, especially if you whisper.” You stared at him, listened to the rough gravel of his voice, and it finally clicked in your mind who this was.

You remembered Emmett from before. He had run the garage in your town and your dad always took your car there to get it fixed. You had never talked to him much, just a hi or hello there if you went to the garage with your dad or if you bumped into him somewhere in town, and it was alright considering you had just graduated high school when the creatures landed. Sure, he was the most handsome man you had ever seen, but it’s not like you thought about that much (you used to think about it all the time). You guys didn’t have much business with each other, he was a married man, so what did it matter? He had been your favourite naive high school crush. But that’s all it was. Then the creatures landed and any feeling other than survive, survive, survive, hadn’t entered your head since.

“Mr. Emmett?” You finally whispered, hands pressed close to your mouth out of fear. You didn’t remember the last time you had spoken. What had been the last thing you said?

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Y/n?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, clasping your hands together and rocking back and forth slightly. The air was getting stuffier and you could feel your lungs getting tighter. Then something started beeping and he reached over and opened the door. He jumped out and began pacing as you clambered out of the pipe like a human spider.

You finally got a chance to look around the space you had fallen into, and it was… quaint. There was no better word really, because it wasn’t nice but it was much better than some places you had been. A pile of cushions and sheets and maybe a duvet (you couldn’t tell) made up a sleeping area in the corner. There were a pair of folding chairs across a makeshift coffee table with an oil lamp on it on the other side of the space and pieces of paper were tacked up on the wall above them. They were drawings, you quickly realised, of three different people over and over again. Was it his wife and kids? You could recognise Nora, but you had never paid particular attention to his kids, so is that what they looked like?

You turned to Emmett and it seemed he had come to a decision. He began shaking his head and you knew exactly what he was going to say. Dread filled your stomach, filled every bone and every skin cell. You had barely survived on your own on the journey to finding this place. The group you had been with before… they were either picked away or went crazy but they had also been the reason you survived this long. You were, for lack of a better term, useless at survival. Other people had hunted for you, other people had killed for you, all you could do was watch over things, and run.

“Please,” you began to whisper in a hurry, “please don’t make me go. Please, Mr. Emmett,” you rushed over to him, clasping his forearms and forcing him to look at you. His eyes were haunted, and you were sure he had seen terrible things, things that would stay with him till he eventually succumbed to whatever death awaited him in this new wasteland, but so had you. “Mr. Emmett, I can’t survive out there on my own,” your voice was clogged with tears now, your eyes shiny and dripping onto your cheeks, “if I don’t die as soon as I step out of here, then it’ll be within a few days, at most a week. I can’t do anything on my own Mr. Emmett, I’m fucking useless!” You sobbed, a sound so loud he slapped a hand over your mouth and hushed you aggressively, but you continued crying, leaning into his hand as you blubbered.

This was the first time you had cried since that first day. There had been no time to cry later, always on the run, always worrying about something, and now it was finally hitting you. Your world was truly ending, and these last-minute grabs to try and save it weren’t going to work.

“Sh, sh, alright,” he whispered, “alright, just calm down, just calm down and be quiet.”

You pressed your lips together and pulled away, wiping at your eyes and trying to quell the need to hiccup out more sobs. Emmett sighed and pressed his hand to his forehead, eyes closed as he shook his head and muttered to himself.

“Please, Mr. Emmett,” you whispered again, looking up at him with those big eyes of yours that made his resolve melt. “I’ll do anything for you, anything,” you dropped your backpack to the floor and began pulling up the hem of your tank top. You had never had the luxury of a jacket, and there were many cold nights barely survived in this tank top, but after a while you had learnt to be thankful for every little thing you had.

You looked him in the eyes as your shirt began to rise, no shame, just desperation. Just as the hem reached the undersides of your breasts, he reached out and grabbed your hand so tight your knuckles began to hurt.

“Stop,” he bit out, staring at the floor as he forced your hand back down your stomach. Once he was sure you were covered up again, he looked at you again and sighed like the weight of the world had come crashing back down on his shoulders all over again. “You can stay, but you at least have to learn how to use a gun, in case I’m not here.”

“Yes, yes anything,” you breathed out, and launched yourself onto him, hugging him around the neck and pressing your cheeks together. Oh how long it had been since you had hugged someone. He was so warm and you could feel his firm frame under his clothes. Clearly it had been just as long for him since he hadn’t even bothered to reciprocate, hands hanging at his sides and body frozen. Slowly you released him, stepping back and staring at the ground as he cleared his throat and turned away to do… something. Whatever a person needs to do nowadays.

He had sacrificed some of his sheets and pillows for you to make your bed, but you didn’t stray too far from his own setup, wanting to know that there was someone with you when you were going to sleep. You had quickly fallen into a routine within the next few days of living together. You would wake up when you heard the rustling of his sheets, spending some time washing up and nibbling on just enough food to quiet the growls in your stomachs. Then he would sit in one of the folding chairs and draw, the soft scratching of his pencil against paper filling the space. You occupied the other chair and began to work your way through the small pile of books he had. Sometimes both of you would look up simultaneously if you heard a click or a creak echo down the chute, but when it was silent once again you would return to your own activities without saying a word.

On the third day, he decided to venture out to gather more food and water. You had watched him ready himself for the trip, wrapping the scarf around his face, gathering up his shotgun, then climbing the ladder without a look back. You had tried to read while he was away, but your mind couldn’t focus. At every sound, or even the illusion of sound, your head snapped to the chute to see if he was back. Eventually you abandoned your seat and began to pace, staring at his drawings and sifting through the pages of his journal. There were a lot more drawings in there, and you wondered how he had chosen the ones to put up. Even the half-finished ones were beautiful, and you felt a sudden onset of tears as you turned page after page of their faces. You were careful not to let a tear fall on any of the papers, and gently set it back down, caressing the leather cover for a moment before going to his pile of sheets and settling down for a nap on top of them.

You woke up when he returned. You hadn’t realised how much noise actually happened just by two people existing, but the sound of his feet on the ladder rungs, his panting breaths, even the rustle of his clothes suddenly seemed so loud after the hours of quiet solitude. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, watching as he set out the supplies before walking over to you and handing you something. He didn’t comment that you were on his bed, and you didn’t make any move to get up, and he just went back to his chair journal. You stared at the pile in your hands, five new books in various states of decay, but all readable. They must have been a completely unnecessary weight for him, only a hindrance and a danger, but he had brought them. For you. You stared at the pile in your hands, a collection of paperbacks you had never heard of, and then you looked at him. He was busy with the journal, head bent low over the paper, and something bloomed in your chest, filling you up with all this… happiness? Joy? Love? You weren’t sure what those felt like anymore but it must be close.

Two weeks after you had arrived in his little sanctuary, winter truly began to set in. It had started to become colder at night, and you were lucky enough to be sheltered away from any winds, but the chill that settled in the air at night seeped into your bones. For the first week you could survive by bundling up as tight as possible in all your blankets and a jacket that Emmett had scavenged for you. But with every night that passed, even that wasn’t enough to keep the cold out, and most of your nights were spent awake and shivering, hoping you wouldn’t die of hypothermia.

At last, on one particular night, you truly couldn’t handle the cold anymore, and you decided enough was enough. Heaters didn’t exist anymore, but body warmth was a natural heater, and you had a perfectly good body nearby. You turned over under your blankets and slowly began shifting your way over to his pile. You could see his body moving under his blankets with every breath, and you were sure he was still awake, because why wouldn’t he be? Who could sleep in this cold, even Emmett? You managed to make your way to his bedding and slipped under his blankets. Emmett turned over, staring at you in the dark, but you just continued burrowing yourself closer to him until your head was pressed under his chin and your arms and legs were wrapped around him. Once you had felt the warmth emanating from him, there was no turning back. He only had on a t-shirt under the blankets and he shivered whenever your skin made contact with his. You were freezing cold yet he was hotter than the sun. The skin on his arms was soft, and you lightly ran your hands up and down it before wrapping him up in your arms once more.

At first, Emmett didn’t move. Again, he was frozen, just like when you had hugged him. But slowly, as the quiet settled in again and both of your breaths evened out once more, he moved his arms to wrap around you in return, pressing you close to his chest and splaying his hands over your back. Every breath he took ruffled your hair and your every breath fanned his neck. Both of you were quiet, soaking in each other’s touch. It had been aeons since either of you had felt the sustained touch of another person, had just been held by another person. It was an indescribable comfort that you now deemed essential to your survival.

From then on, every night passed in this fashion. You would wriggle your way into his cocoon of blankets and he would wrap you up tight in his arms, pressing his lips to the top of your head without a thought. It made life seem better somehow. Waking up every morning in his arms, knowing that that’s how the day was going to end made everything more… bearable.

Three weeks later Emmett ventured out on another supply trip. You had silently been having a particularly difficult day. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything, neither your book nor the pencil drawings you had picked up since being around Emmett. Your mind felt hyperactive but so overly tired at the same time and you wanted to venture out for a walk but you knew Emmett would have a fit if you left the space without him. Instead, you settled down on his bed and waited for him to come back once more. When he did return, again carrying a small pile of books, you didn’t bother getting up to greet him like you usually did. You stayed curled up on the sheets and stared at the wall, overcome with a wave of despondency that made you feel paralysed. Emmett watched you as you lay there, and after putting away all the supplies, came to lay down beside you. He hesitated before touching you, unsure how to handle this mood, but eventually decided to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you back until you were flush to his body.

He had grown overly fond of you in the time since you had invaded his life. You had become life itself to him. At first he had dreaded the thought of caring for someone else. After the way it had ended with his children and Nora, he didn’t want to be responsible for anyone but himself. He would have no regret of his own death. But then you started complimenting his drawings and trying to make the little hovel prettier wherever you could. You told him stories of your life before while you guys ate or you simply existed beside him, a presence always there to reassure him. And it made his heart feel all warm and reminded him what was so good about being alive in the first place.

He had thought about what people would have said about you two if the apocalypse hadn’t happened. He had thought every single judgemental thought about how young you were and how old he clearly was next to you. But then he remembered that this wouldn’t have happened without an apocalypse anyway. The world was gone, and with it norms and propriety. While he still had his values, he also recognised you were an adult now, and in this world it didn’t matter if he was older. All that really mattered was if you felt the same way about him.

Emmett pressed his lips to the back of your head and waited, listening to your breaths shudder slightly as you pressed back against him, hands coming up to clasp his. You ran your thumb over his knuckles a few times before turning over to face him. You clasped his face in your hands and made sure he met your eyes. He could see that they were shiny but no tears had fallen yet.

“Don’t leave me alone anymore,” you whispered, “I can’t stay here waiting for you to come back wondering if you even will. I feel sick to my stomach every time you walk out because you are all I have left. If you die out there, then I have no reason to keep living. You carry my heart with you everywhere you go, right here,” you gently patted his chest, “so I can’t have you going out there without me anymore. I can’t. If you die, I die.” Emmett stared into your eyes. You were so serious, not a single stutter in your words, and all he could do was whisper ‘ok’ in return. You nodded, still grasping his face in your hands, before moving forward and kissing him gently.

Emmett pushed himself even closer to your face, his nose pressing into the crevice between your nose and cheek, and slipped his tongue into your mouth. His hand slid under your shirt, tickling the warm skin as he ran it up until he was grasping your breast in his hand. He couldn’t get enough of you already. Your mouth was so soft and each kiss became more ravenous as both of you pressed your open mouths together. He gripped your breast and squeezed revelling in the breathy sounds you let into his mouth, rubbing your nipple and pinching it, flicking the little nub until you were moving your hips without realising.

Emmett moved over you until he was settled into the space between your legs and began grinding into you, settling his weight onto your body. You pulled away from his mouth and hurriedly lifted off your shirt. You began tugging at his but he just pushed your hands away and threw it off himself. Everything had escalated so quickly that neither of you had patience for anything but getting him inside of you as quickly as possible. The air around you had become boiling hot and the space between you was stifling.

He was quick to unbutton your pants and push them down until one leg had been freed. Neither of you cared about the other leg. His own were pushed down just until he was freed and he let out a groan of relief right into your ear. When you began trying to push him down and into you, he pressed down on your hips and hushed the whines that burst out of you.

“I have to prep you, come on baby,” he kissed your cheek, your chin, your neck, then reached down to the apex of your thighs. You were wet all over and so hot he could feel the heat before he even touched. He panted into your neck as he began gliding his fingers along your pussylips, pressing between them and twisting his index and middle fingers so they were covered in your slick. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby,” he muttered into your neck, pressing his fingers to your clit. “My baby’s dripping all over and it’s all for me, huh?” He seemed to be talking to himself as it didn’t matter if you answered or not. You were too lost in the sensations of his rough fingertips running back and forth over your swollen clit, pressing and rubbing and pinching until your legs were trying to close around his hand and your hips were wriggling.

“Daddy, please,” you whispered, and he groaned so loud you rushed to slap your hand over his mouth. God it had been so long since a woman had called him that. If he wasn’t careful he would cum from humping your leg. Emmett pushed a finger into you and instantly started up a rhythm. He felt your squishy insides and the texture of your walls and curled his fingers every time he pushed them into you. Your legs had fully tightened around his hand that he couldn’t see it anymore but it didn’t matter, as long as he could move it and watch the way you scrunched up your face, panting into the air, he could die a happy man.

It took you all of two minutes to reach your peak like that, clit bullied and filled with his fingers. Once you had begun to come down, he was quick to pull his hand away from you and focus on prying your thighs apart again. The sticky sound of your thighs opening up was music to his ears and he lined himself up to your entrance. You were still a little sensitive from your first orgasm and the feeling of him spearing through you made you convulse. You dug your nails into his shoulders and cried out but he had already covered your mouth with his hand. He pressed in until your hips met and his pelvis squished your clit through your folds. He took a moment to breathe heavily against your neck, adjusted himself slightly, and keeping his hand over your mouth, began to thrust into you. You bit into his palm but he only grunted and kept on, slamming into you over and over. You were jelly, you were a hot melted pool of pleasure, ready to be used for whatever he desired. Your legs felt like they were being zapped with electricity and your arms were so tight that they might fall off if you let go of Emmett.

The pleasure began to climb, and you could feel it building in your stomach. The tingles sped up, and the pressure increased until you were clenching down on him over and over again. His pace faltered at the feeling but he was quick to get back at it. He reached down to press harshly at your clit but it was too harsh at first and you jolted away from him with a yelp. He shushed you and gently began rubbing it in circles and you came all over him. The tightening from your orgasm triggered his own and he pushed inside you fully and began twitching, grunting like a wild beast into your shoulder. He had bit down onto the flesh and you could still feel his teeth there even when he pulled away to begin kissing you.

Both of you lay there for a while, just feeling everything in your bodies. Once the sweat had cooled on your skin, you turned over and whispered into Emmet’s ear, “I love you.”

And when Evelyn Abbott and her family came falling into Emmett’s little sanctuary, what they weren’t expecting to encounter was a pregnant young lady with him.

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luffyvace · 5 months

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How aizawa courts you/relationship headcanons

y’all seem to really like the crush headcanons i did so now i’m doing him when he actually tries to court you and when your actually together :)

this is still going to be canon aizawa btw

also still fem reader in mind

okay so now that aizawa is trying to court you, like in love and wants to date

he’d be forward about it

probably waits until your at his place or yours

then as your doing whatever he’ll ask

“y/n i have something important to tell you”

“yeah? what is it, it’s not bad is it?”

“no, i actually just wanted to know if you’d like to go out somewhere with me. a date.”

your reaction may vary from shock to a knowing smile

either way you accept politely (how could you reject such a fine man?)

so you both talk about the date and end up planning it out right then and there

you decided that weekend would work fine

so after that’s settled you talk about each other’s feelings, how and why they came to be

you figured out you fell first but he fell harder :)

so your first date would be out somewhere simple yet fun and with a little less people

so there’s this place called cat island in japan

yeah

its perfect

(i hope your a cat person)

it’s exactly what you think, there’s cats everywhere search it up

there’s more cats than people actually

its heaven for him

you guys have a fun field day with cats then head back to your house

chatting and looking at the pictures you took

and yeah!

again he’s straight forward with courting

so now we’re on relationship

you guys are definitely closer now

i’ll go through a normal day for y’all then relationship things

aizawa gets up early for his job

he’ll get ready and text you to see how your doing then go to work

if you work at ua with him and live together

he likely gets up first if not y’all are up at the same time

when he’s ready he’ll wake you up if you like to sleep in

and warm the car while he waits if it’s winter (yippie he’s freezing so you don’t have to)

y’all drive to work together

you can text him throughout work but he won’t reply unless it’s important or a genuinely good question

he won’t slack off the job (EVEN THO HE SLEEPS ON IT)

anyway

if you work with him he’ll text you on break if your not already in the staff room

or if you have separate jobs he’ll still text to check up on you

makes sure you eat something

is today stressful so far?

why? vent to him.

he truly cares about your physical and mental health

once you both get home from work he’ll run you a bath and cook dinner

he’s a average cook, can cook basic things

if y’all don’t live together he’s more likely to order take out though

not always junk food sometimes he’s just tired and orders a salad. he’s upset because he knows he can make it himself but he’s just so tired

so he appreciates if you turn the tables and treat him to a bath and hot meal (if y’all moved in together)

but if y’all got your own places sometimes if your both still energized you’ll come over to one another’s house

if y’all live together he falls asleep real fast

won’t mind if you snuggle next to him

except for when he gets hot

then he turns over 😭

sometimes he’ll try to stay up to have those late night convos with you but don’t get mad if he falls asleep, it’s by accident. y’all can always continue the next night :)

he won’t snuggle you btw

just because he naturally stays on his side of the bed

he ain’t a wild sleeper

he flips from side to side

its rare to catch him on his back for more than a few minutes

LUCKY YOU HE’S NOT A BLANKET HOGGER

if you are tho

he’ll get annoyed the first few times but he won’t say anything about it

after a few nights he just gets his own blanket

if your a wild sleeper this annoys him more than hogging the blanket

he’ll tell you, you keep kicking him and slapping him in his sleep and it wakes him up

yknow your boy likes some good sleep so he doesn’t stand for you wakin him up

suggests to get two beds

but you don’t like that idea

so he’ll probably end up putting pillows in between you or sleeping in his sleeping bag on the floor 😭

if y’all stay at different places tho

its rare for y’all to have a sleepover

he doesn’t see the point in having two different houses if you just want to sleep at his

would think about moving in together

but he won’t bring it to the table unless he see’s a opportunity or feels you’d feel comfortable/like that

if you do manage to convince him he’s not staying up and playing or smth he’s literally going to sleep

if your a wild sleeper he won’t do it again

otherwise you may be able to convince him like 2 or 3 more times

dont tell mic though if mic teases him he’ll never do it again

not to spite you but out of annoyance from yamada (mic)

he just won’t feel like it anymore

btw keep your room clean or be scolded

”clean your room y/n there’s no reason you should have clothes and clutter everywhere.”

“you don’t even need half of this stuff, just clean it.”

now to genuine relationship things

well for one i’m telling you he won’t call you pet names

just

“y/n”

”why should i call you ___ if your name is y/n”

doesn’t see the point in them

you may be able to convince him a few years into the relationship to call you “babe” or anything simple and sweet but that’s it

maybe a “n/n” occasionally

if YOU call HIM pet names tho

he wouldn’t mind :)

still doesn’t get it tho

just don’t make it anything too sappy

he’ll funny look you if you do

especially at work

or around mic and all might

would prefer if you stuck to the simple ones or a nickname tho

another thing

if your a hero, a reckless one at that, he’ll worry for you and scold you if you get injured

please don’t give this man a heart attack

”you need to be more rational”

if your already a rational person thank goodness

he’s glad he doesn’t have to babysit a whole class of students and you

random

but

if you like coffee or tea he’ll make you some before/when you get up

if you don’t live together he’ll bring you a cup if you both work at ua

if you work on weekends (idk how some people do it) he’ll bring you a cup on your lunch break

giving each other massages>>

he’s really good at it too

he’s a good person to vent to as well

especially about the stress of work because he felt that

he’ll take you on dates randomly even if y’all are in a relationship

not every week

but he’ll take the time out to spend it with you if he has some

he’s a traditional gentleman

and by that i mean buy you flowers and gifts

but not just “roses 🤓☝️“

he’ll actually take the time to learn your favorite flowers and buys you reals ones to take care of

if you don’t have a green thumb how else will you learn?

so he’ll buy them anyway

helps you take care of them though

he waters them and reminds you to if you live separately

he buys you little trinkets and gifts that BENEFIT you

not just something that’ll “collect dust” as he says

like if you tell him your vacuum breaks down every few months

he’ll RESEARCH one that doesn’t, is inexpensive and cleans well

and buy it for you :)

overall he’s a 10/10 boyfriend 100% green flag

ladies and gentlemen (and whoever’s in between)

get yourself an aizawa

enough said

have a good day/night

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heeliopheelia · 10 months

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"don't give me that look" + "i know you feel how i feel" (niki x fem! reader)

genre: fluff word count: 1.1k requested by @i-am-confused-about-life ♡

warnings: swearing, a tiny mention of blood

a/n: it's currently after midnight and i had 4 hours of sleep today 🧍i know you suggested for it to be angsty as well but i just couldn't think of a way to mix these two genres together in here 🤓 hope you still like it tho, love!! 💜

"Tie your shoelaces, loser."

Taking a discreet glance at your sneakers, you roll your eyes as you notice that they're, in fact, loose and dragging on the concrete. Not wanting to disturb people on the sidewalk, you take two steps to the side to tie your shoe in there, only to end up tripping over the ungodly long shoelace and nearly falling face flat to the ground.

"Do I need to teach you how to walk or something?" Riki teases from above you, hands on your waist as his grip on you is the only thing keeping you away from the concrete.

Once he's sure you're balanced again, he sighs heavily before crouching down in front of you.

"What are you doing?" You ask in confusion, watching as he grabs your white shoelaces in between his long fingers.

"So damn incompetent," he mutters, finishing tying your shoe with a neat bow at the top. Raising back to his feet, he flicks your nose playfully. "Would a simple thank you kill you? Strip you from your honor?"

"I'm not a child, Riki," you grumble, fervently tugging on your hair to cover up your reddening ears.

"And yet it's you who almost kissed the ground just a minute ago," he bites back with a light scoff.

Shoving him to the side, you miss to spot the large crack in the sidewalk, causing you to trip again and lurch forward, falling on your bare knees. You whine quietly, glaring at the gap in between the concrete tiles.

"Fuck, are you okay?" Riki asks, rushing to grab you under your arms and pull you back on your legs. You wince at the soreness in your knees and you look down, noticing the thin stream of blood seeping through the broken skin. "Jesus, you're such a clutz."

"It's all your fault," you pout, putting the blame on your best friend. "You were so annoying, I forgot to look where I was going!"

Riki scoffs at your poor excuse before stepping away to take a better look at your hurt knees. A slight frown appears on his face and you shift in your place, not used to being an object of such intense attention. Before the butterflies in your stomach have the chance to drill your stomach through or before the blush blossoming on your cheeks devours your entire face, you poke his shoulder.

"It's just a small cut, nothing big," you try to dismiss it, eager to start walking again. "It's probably only gonna bruise, that's all."

Riki raises his eyebrow. "Or it can get infected and do some real damage, stupid," he scolds, flicking your forehead. "You need to be more careful."

"Watch out or I'm gonna believe you're actually worried about me," you tease, impatiently tugging on his elbow to start moving.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," he replies with a voice uncommonly soft for him before getting back to his usual cheeky self. "You're so ugly when you cry. Scares the living shit out of me each time."

His words echo through your head and your face is already burning by the time you realize that you were right and he's actually genuinely concerned for you.

"Shut up, you sound like you have a crush on me or something," you mumble out, embarrassed.

"Yeah, maybe I do."

He's so sickeningly composed as he looks at your face being struck with shock - eyes widening, mouth dropping slightly as you gape at him.

"Y-You what?" You involuntarily stutter, instantly abandoning your cool facade. Your heart is in your throat right now and no matter how much you swallow, it doesn't go away. "Stop joking around like that. It's not funny."

"It wasn't supposed to be," he huffs, eyes bright and confident as he pierces you through with his gaze. "Don't give me that look. Are you really that slow? I thought you already knew. All of our friends caught up last year."

"Last year?" You exclaim. You grasp onto any sanity left in you after his confession, absolutely convinced you're about to faint.

"Well, yeah. But I've liked you way longer than that."

And suddenly you it all connects together in your head. How he smiles a little too much whenever you're around. How you've caught his gaze across the classroom one too many times before he he tried to play it off and roll his eyes at you. The way he claims all of your jokes are so 'stupid' and yet he never fails to laugh his heart out after hearing them. As you start putting all the puzzles together, you realize that perhaps he's not lying after all and maybe you're really that oblivious.

"Damn, you must like me a lot, huh?" You tease him, trying to turn the tables and catch him off guard for a change.

"That I do. But probably not as much as you like me," he says and your heart suddenly forgets how to work properly. You gawk at him in confusion. "Sunoo spilled. I know you feel how I feel," he explains, earning a betrayed gasp from of you.

"That big-mouth traitor!"

"Hey, at least that gave me the green light to come clean to you, no?" He asks, pulling you closer by the waistband of your shorts. "Cut him some slack. It's not like he meant to snitch on you anyway. I kinda put him against the wall."

You can't stop the big smile from crawling onto your lips as you let out a giddy laughter, one that nearly has Riki's knees buckling here and there.

"So what are we gonna do with this anomaly now?"

You watch as the corners of his mouth irk up as he leans down and brushes his nose against yours.

"Well, I think a date is what you normally start the relationship with. But since when are we normal?"

You fail to suppress your smile again. Riki's just too charming for his own good, you both know that. Raising on your toes, you gently brush your lips against his, pressing a butterfly kiss on his plush mouth. You need to pull away because you're sure your heart is about to explode in no second. Kissing him feels like too much and not enough at the same time, making your mind go in a haze.

"Thought you could do better than that."

You gasp at his statement, hitting his arm at his boldness. He rubs the itching place with a wince and sends you a pointing look. "Be gentle, please. You wouldn't want to give your boyfriend a sore arm now, would you? How else would he carry your bag every day after school?"

You scoff and bite back a smile as you take a glance at your backpack hooked over his shoulder. "Boyfriend?" You ask instead.

"Yeah. You're my girl now," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the entire world. With a shrug, he envelops your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together before he starts walking again. "Come on. I should probably take you out for dinner now, huh?"

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spadesinred · 1 year

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Late Night Cuddles - Vergil Sparda x Reader - (GN, FLUFF)

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Summary: it was another late night, raining and soft breeze getting through your bones, vergil decides to help you warm up

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It was pitch black outside the windows of your small yet cozy apartment, 7 months have passed since Vergil moved in with you in your nest (after you managed to make him tell you he actually had nowhere to stay and convinced him to move with you).

You were watching as some rain poured down from the starry sky, sitting on a couch as your blue lover was very focused on a book he brought with him, his left hand on his temple to support his head and his right hand passing through the pages every once in a while.

Silence was never a problem with you two, as it felt like a calming and comforting quiet place, it was always like this almost every night, you doing things around as Vergil was very intently eyeing a book, softly humming sometimes, which caused you to smile.

As the rain got a little stronger, some cold breeze managed to get into the house, now being not so cozy after all, you were shivering around, walking now closer to your boyfriend.

Vergil noticed your small mumbles and how you hugged your arms and shoulders, walking around.

"Dove, is something wrong?" The blue devil asked, not reading the book anymore, just staring at you with his usual expression, yet you always felt his love through his gaze.

"Yeah..it's just, it's getting pretty cold in here, nothing much..." you shaked your head off to prove a point to your statement, Vergil furrowed his eyebrows before softening his gaze and curving his lips a little.

"..hm....Come here, teacup" he shifted his body slightly to accomodate for you to sit close to him. Not even thinking twice, you sat beside him, blushing slightly, it's not as if physical contact was rare between you two, (it wasn't very frequently, but it happened anyways).

As Vergil felt your warm body on his, he moved his right arm to rest on your shoulders to shield you from the cold weather outside, gently pressing his hand on your arm and rubbing it with soft caresses.

You had never seen Vergil be this forward when making physical contact, not that you complain about it tho.

You let your body relax and lay more naturally on his, resting your head on his shoulder, placing one hand on his chest, which was cozy thanks to his coat, yet the armour he wore made it slightly hard to the touch.

"That feels better?"he hummed, looking down to your eyes, this kind of small gestures were his way to show his affection and care for you, such small and pure things, they made you feel so giddy and flustered.

You nodded, Before he chuckled and pulled you closer to him, he then returned his gaze on to the book, his little smile was still there, he looked so pretty during these moments.

"Verg, read me something"

You asked him, with such a cute and pure face he couldn't deny, he chuckled softly again once he saw you, he petted your hair gently.

"Teacup, this is a demonic book, it only talks about horrors and mass murder, you don't want to stay up tonight, won't you?" He teased, but he was right, most of his books were about themes such as these, books that could assist him in his search of Power.

"We're already staying up late, Verg" you hummed with a slightly tired expression, cuddling onto him, to which he chuckled again and smooched your forehead gently.

"We are? I'm not forcing you to stay up at such hours, Y/N"

This remark made you make a slightly annoyed look, you stayed up late with him because if you weren't there to coax him to go and have some rest, god knows when would he actually get some sleep.

"You know pretty well why do i stay up with you, love"

He grunted a little, before closing his book and wrapping his other arm around you, now trapping you in a hug, your chest resting on his, you legs tangling.

You gasped softly, to which the silver haired twin smirked to.

He rested his chin on your forehead, now you were snuggling on the couch, his hands on your back, rubbing up and down on your comfy night clothes, humming gently.

"I suppose today will be different, your shivers and mumbles distract me."

He pressed you against him again, he felt warm, nice, his scent filled your nose, to which you smiled, pressing a kiss on his neck.

"If this is how we will spend cold nights, i won't complain"

You pressed another kiss, and he gently rocked you two on the couch, you weren't cold anymore, not when your lover was there for you.

You both fell asleep soon, you were nuzzling on his neck, he was petting your hair lovingly, before closing his eyes.

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#devil may cry x reader #dmc vergil #vergil devil may cry #vergil x reader #vergil x y/n

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revlischarm · 11 months

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The other various outfits of Morro in Noodle Shop Ghost. Took me ages to finish this, but I’m happy with how it turned out!!

More info on the specific outfit details under the cut!

Sleepwear

- This outfit is Morro’s pajamas from the start of the series to current.

- The moons are both to represent y’know, nighttime, but also as a way of foreshadowing the Macaque connection in the later seasons.

- Morro let’s their hair down when they sleep

- The shirt text says “Great Sage Equal to Heaven” I think I hope I’m not fluent in other languages so I really pray that I got that correct. The shirt references Morro’s love of JTTW, and the character of Wukong within the book

- Morro uses face masks when he sleeps. Hey, if they have to have skin again, they wanna take care of it. Ish.

Work Uniform

- The outfit changes between seasons since Morro gets new looks, but the constants of it are the jacket and the gloves.

- Morro swaps out the hand wraps because he feels more sanitary wearing gloves. And because I feel like it would make people unsure about him handling food.

- Occasionally Morro will throw on other pants? But idk I wasn’t sure what to go with so I just did their final design clothing.

“Take Responsibility” episode

- Finally have a name for that fan episode I mentioned where Morro has a crisis!! Takes place in season 1. Thank you @randomcrapstories !!!!

- The only thing that’s different about the outfit here is the addition of the jacket, which I still haven’t decided if I want it to be a gift from MK and Mei, or Morro just straight up stole it. Still, it shows us the base design for the jacket as it appears later in the series!!

Theatre Outfit

- During the in-between point of season 3 and 4, Morro actually starts helping out Macaque with his theatre! Morro’s a stagehand; they do a lot of the special effects and such.

- This outfit is mainly just me putting Morro in cool looking clothes hehe

- It’s identical to Mac’s outfit in most ways! I changed the shoes tho, and the colors. And the patterns on the robe and sleeves are different too!

- Eyeliner because it’s fancy

Shadow Travel

- I’ve mentioned before how Morro is learning shadow magic from Macaque; the basics that Morro knows are kinda just like. Being able to hide inside of shadows, manipulating them on walls and stuff, and also those shadow portals.

- Macaque has a shadow form, and so does Morro. But this isn’t a clone form or anything, that will be its own design. This is just for like…idk. Shrouded in shadows and whatnot.

- I highlighted the two most important features of Morro in this au: the eyelashes and the scar. The scar is its own important thing; the eyelashes are just a style choice on my end.

Season 3 Lantern City Outfit

- This outfit is for that episode in season 3 with the third ring!!

- The jacket makes an appearance once again! Except now Morro has personalized it much more. Patches and pins and stuff.

- The gloves Morro has on were made by Sandy; Sandy didn’t want Morro to get cold lol.

- And ofc Morro’s markings on full display since they weren’t able to cover them in season 3

Uhhh I think that’s everything. I’m gonna do another one of these for Morro’s scrapped/bonus designs at some point too. So look forward to that!

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pinievsev · 1 year

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11 and 26 w my boy ajax please!

Right! I have an absolutely amazing idea for this, so imma write it even tho I'm supposed to be sleeping- heh!

Sneaking out

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Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x !gn reader

Warnings: none really, just a bunch of fluff!

Synopsis: reader is anxious and Ajax, who noticed decided to help. (Confession)

Prompts used: 7."Someone's coming!" And 26. "I hope you know what you're doing" "so do I."

Proofread: nope lol

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It was pretty late, around 11pm, Friday night, you however couldn't sleep. Or do anything for the matter, you didn't know why, but you've been anxious lately. The only person who knew was your best friend Ajax Petropolus, a Gorgon you had befriended the second you got to Nevermore.

You were laying in bed, in a sweater and your uniform pants, legs hanging off the sides you stared at the ceiling aimlessly untill you heard a knock at your door. 'who could it be this late?!' you thought getting up to open the door, only to be greeted by your best friends and long time crush's smile "Ajax?" You smiled "hi" he said, his smile still fixated on his face.

"what's up?" You asked suspiciously, what could he want this late "nothing, I have a question however" he tilted his head to the side slightly "ask then" you replied tilting your own head "do you wanna see this cool place I accidentally found last night?" Your smile widened and you nodded "sure, of course!" "Great, come on, we don't want to get caught" you nodded exiting your dorm room and closing the door behind you as quietly as possible.

You followed Ajax around the halls of Nevermore, him holding your hand the whole time, as if scared you'd get lost, you must have been almost there when you heard footsteps "someone's coming!" You whisper-shouted and pulled him behind a nearby pillar, seconds later you saw Ms. Thornhill pass by, flipping through a book and mumbling giberish. "Phew that was close" he said wiping fake sweat off of his forehead "I know- and weird" you mumbled the last bit.

"right let's go" he said pulling you along onece again "I hope you know what you're doing" you said "so do I." He replied as you stopped Infront of an average sized raven statue "check this out" he said enthusiastically taking a pin out of his pocket and poking the raven's eye with it. You were confused for a second untill the statue started to move revealing an old wooden door with a silver handle decorated with flower carvings "I don't even want to know how you figured this out" you laughed him following your actions "wise choice" he joked.

He moved forward, still not letting go of your hand he used his own free one to open the door revealing a beautiful room, with vines on the walls benches along the walls, torches on them aswell and even a bookshelf on the far back, it wasn't much but it was cool "whoa" you exclaimed looking around in awe "cool right?" He asked his smile never dropping off his face "right" "well come on then" he pulled you to a bench Infront of the bookshelf and sat down next to you, you rested your legs on his and grabbed a random book "let's see" you said dusting off the cover "the history of Nevermore" you read and smiled up at him "cool!" He said moving closer to get a good look at the book.

This made you blush but, he didn't see, or so you thought. "Wanna read a bit?" You asked and he nodded putting his head on your shoulder as you started reading, a while later you looked down at him, he was looking right back with a look of admiration or love even, you smiled once again, "what?" "Nothing" you started at him, your breath hitching for some reason "you alright?" He asked his smile switching for a worried stare as he lifted his head from your shoulder "yeah I'm fine" you assured him. "Are you sure?" You nodded "if you say so... Anyways" he started "I actually took you here to tell you something" you nodded.

He moved his body a little so he could look at you better "I'm just going to say it, listen y/n, I like you, like, like you. Alot and I get it if you don't feel the same bu-" you cut him off, pulling him in by his collar and kissing him passionately "I like you too Ajax" his eyes widened "seriously?" You nodded "I have for a while now actually" "i- wow I don't know what to say" he stammered "then don't" "wha-" you pulled him back in for another passionate kiss, this time he returned the favour kissing you back with just as much passion.

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Wow! I absolutely loved writing this!I feel like my writing is getting much better actually! What do you think?! Hope it reached your expectations 😅.

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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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Post match treat - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Request: a smut where y/n teases him after a game even tho he’s tired but he eventually gives in 👀 (requested by @yassifyme123)

Warning: this smut with Trent was a physical need other than a request so bear with it 🙈

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover

Trent was sitting on the edge of the bed, a tired expression due to the game he just played against West Ham visible on his face. The only thing on his mind that night was coming home to find his beautiful girlfriend in bed and have a good refreshing sleep with her. He wouldn’t have imagined finding his beautiful girlfriend horny, sleep being the least thing she had on her mind.

You were there in front of him, bent over him to be precise, balancing yourself with your hands on his thighs to kiss every inch of his face.

“Y/N I’m tired”

You ignored his whine, going on kissing his neck. “You played so good tonight”

“Did you actually watch the game?” He asked you, raising his eyebrows as his surprised tone was rather evident.

“Course I did…but I couldn’t concentrate when the camera focused on my hot, very hot man” Every single word you spoke was punctuated by a kiss, small needy kisses all over his neck.

Trent swallowed, feeling the erection tenting up his sweatpants.

“So you liked what you saw?” He bit on his lower lip, drawing his hand close to your thigh.

“Oh yes, you bet I did…”

You straddled him, going on with your task of not letting any part of his skin unkissed. He placed his hot hands on your soft thighs, his fingertips under the hem of the silk nightgown you chose to impress him with.

“You won so we need to celebrate this victory” You started sucking at the spot right beneath his jaw.

“You’re just looking for some excuse for me to fuck you” He chuckled, his fingers further up your thigh.

“You’ve been struggling at the beginning of the season you need some good reward for your hard work”

“The only hard thing now is another one and it’s not work”

His line made you giggle as he placed a kiss right behind your ear.

“I just wanted to sleep”

“Well, if you want to sleep so bad, keep your hands off my butt” You retorted in a piqued manner.

Trent smirked and in response he squeezed your bum harder and then gave it a slap, making you gasp.

You pressed your body even closer to his, as if you were trying to melt with him, to become one.

When you grabbed his face in your hands even tighter to press another steamy kiss to his lips, his hands travelled up to your hips intending to take your panties off but when he couldn’t sense any piece of clothing covering your core but only the silky fabric of your babydoll he groaned, biting on your lower lip so that it got stuck between his.

“You have no panties on” He slurred in your ear, his eyes closed as he could already feel the wet spot pooling on his joggers.

“Nope…I’m ready for you” You muttered, making your aching pussy rub against his muscly thigh thanks to a thrust of your hips against his.

The words you just said ignited the spark in him: the thought of you getting excited to see him on tv, waiting for him to get home so you could just have your way with him, wearing the lace and silk babydoll that complimented your body perfectly, made him see stars.

Sleep was now long forgotten in the head of the scouser as he just wanted to give you what you had been looking forward to all night.

He raised your short dress up to your hips so he could have better access to the most secret part of you.

Trent let his plumpy lips move downwards so he could torture the delicate skin of your neck, wanting to mark you as his with his lovebites you would surely curse him for the next day.

As you kept on grinding against his thigh, he would slowly lower the thin straps of your dress accompanying his movements with kisses that started from your shoulders and followed along your exposed arms.

The garment soon fell off your body, showing your naked chest to him.

He looked up at you, licking his lips smugly, before connecting his mouth to your skin again, kissing now your cleavage and landing finally on your breast. You arched your back and let a squeal leave your throat as you felt him wrapping his lips around your nipples.

“Oh Trent, fuck” You pushed your body further into his, bending your legs over the mattress.

“Be patient, baby girl” The vibration of his muffled words he pronounced against your skin made you shiver and pant loudly.

“I’ve been far too patient tonight, T”

He chuckled, biting on the spot between your breasts before letting your now useless piece of clothing fall on the floor so he could live one of his favourite fantasies: you fully naked in front of him still fully clothed.

“You look so fucking good”

Trent swiftly freed himself from his sweatpants and boxers that had become the most uncomfortable thing ever and soon placed his hands back over your hips so he could get to fuck you and give you the thing you had been craving all night.

As you slowly lowered yourself on him to let him fill you, you let out a gasp: you knew by now how big he was but the first impact was always a bit striking.

"God"

Trent smirked, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses down your neck as he let you adjust to his length.

"I love you"

"And I haven't even started fucking you yet" He chuckled, sucking on your sensitive skin.

"You should say I love you more, not being cocky about - FUCK"

He brought his hand to your core to tease you or, better, to make you stay quiet as far as possible in that kind of situation.

"You're talking too much, love. Let me see how much you wanted to fuck me" His raspy voice whispered to your ear, sending you into overdrive.

You moaned, your eyes shut tight as you were living the moment to the fullest, basking in the pleasure he perfectly knew how to give you. You started moving on top of him in circular motions, his dick filling you so good.

“Oh Trent”

“You like this?”

“Yeah” Your voice came out shaky, the affirmative answer you just gave sounded more like a whine.

An even louder moan left your lips as he kept on biting and sucking on your skin, your fingers tangled in his hair.

“I’m close, T” As your movement got sloppier, he took the lead circling your hips with his hands to start to fuck you mercilessly. Trent grabbed your buttocks to lift your body up so you could bounce on him and fuck you with ever faster thrusts as he wanted to satisfy the desire for him you had been having all night.

The wave of pleasure that overwhelmed you was one of the strongest you ever felt, so strong it was nearly uncontrollable.

A violent shiver trickled down your spine, shaking you.

As soon as he felt the electricity that washed over you, Trent hugged you tighter, pressing your body further into his, if that was something humanly possible since you were already really close, your bodies having become one.

Once you came down from your high, you abandoned your weary limbs on the soft surface of the mattress, not having the slightest idea of letting go of each other.

Trent nuzzled his head in your neck, smiling and brushing his pulpy lips near your collarbone.

The feeling of him smiling against your skin made your own lips curve into a smile, creating a warm, butterfly-like sensation in the pit of your stomach. He was everything to you, the one who made your days better no matter what.

You placed a tender kiss on his forehead, letting your hand massage the nape of his neck, as you knew how much he loved your fingers pressing against the tensed nerves of his neck.

The satisfied moan he let out made you smirk, your eyes still closed to appreciate every single second of that moment with him.

"You like it?"

He nodded, your hands moving down to his back. You gasped sensing his broad muscles under your palm and he knew he had that effect on you.

"Naughty girl" He mumbled, his hot breath tickling your skin.

"What? I'm just taking care of you"

Trent smiled, squeezing your love handles.

"What time do you have training tomorrow?" You asked him, stretching out your arms.

Trent was lying on his side, propped on his elbow so his hand could hold his head up. When you rolled on your stomach, leaving your naked back on full display for him, he leant forward to trace your spine with soft kisses.

"In the afternoon, at like 3" Your boyfriend punctuated each word with a peck on a different part of your back. The cuddles you used to share during the aftercare were something that meant so much to you.

"Good" You smiled against the silky pillowcase beneath your head.

"So we have all the time to shower together, have a snack and spend two hours choosing what to watch on Netflix before one of us falls asleep" He smiled, lying back next to you.

"That someone is you" You smirked

“Pfff, at least I don't give in two minutes after the film has started"

"You're right, you don't even press play that you're snoring already!" You chuckled as he glared at you. "Okay, the one who falls asleep first has to wash the dishes for two weeks straight"

"You forgot about the dishwasher, darling?" He snapped in a know-it-all way, wiggling his eyebrows.

"We won't use it duh, or better, you won't be allowed to use it"

Trent pouted, knowing you wouldn't have been able to resist him too long.

"Don't look at me like that, you defied me" You cupped his face before kissing his lips ever so softly.

"Okay, this means I'll shower alone…" He affirmed, getting up from the bed ready to go to the bathroom.

"That's not fair, Trent! " You shouted back at him as you heard him turning the key in the door's lock. “No post game sex ever again!”

“I don’t believe you!” He answered back before turning on the water.

"You won't get any sex till the end of the World Cup and that's a long time"

"I can't hear you!"

You loved living those little moments with him, that's what made your relationship even more beautiful and worth living.

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dairy-farmer · 26 days

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Oh? Ooooooooh~☆? What's THIS my mind has brought me?

You remember my Time Stop Au? My mind, genius that she is, has oft be asking! But what if The Reverse Tho? And isn't THAT a delightful question indeed??? >:Dc

Because everyone with EYES could tell you? That Batman? Desperately in need of some orgasms and a nap. Just in general. Always.

Would it fix him? No. But it WOULD probably help! Especially in Tim's early years.

And! Who has greater resistance to Magical Temptation? Batman... or Robin? If YOU were a Time Effecting Magical Device and trying hide from the Fuzz? Would you try and tempt BATMAN to sneak you into his pocket? Or wee baby Newbie Robin?

*sparkles in Innocent Time Piece* ~✨️ Thaaaaats right, kid. Pick them up. Promise not to lead you too THAT many poor life choices!

So Tim finds a neat watch. Looks like one of his parents antiques. Shiny.

Discovers LATER? Omg. He can FREEZE TIME? Gets SO much work done. Because he is a Nerd. But! He also gets super used to using it. For homework, naps, extra training. You name it. And it helps! He's doing a lot better as Robin.

But Bruce isn't getting better. Is in fact, in one of his Tough Case, self-destructive spirals. He needs to sleep. Eat. Rest for just ONE minute! But he won't. And it's BAD. Tim doesn't know what to do. It's not like he can FORCE him. But he knows Stress can kill.

He's franticly researching. Ways to bring down stress. Ways to get people to sleep. Anything! And... huh. "Jerking off" huh? Well he KNOWS there no way Bruce is going to go for it. It might feel good and God forbid THAT happen! No, we gotta punish ourself for days and worry all the people around us!

But... wait...

Looking at his Watch? Tim thinks... But what if I do it?

So he brings his watch to the cave. Goes to a changing stall with his uniform. Waits. Aaaand, there! Alfred bullying Bruce into a shower. Water starting. Give it a minute. Alfred's satisfied he's actually in, is leaving. Elevator opens. It closes.

Click. Time stops.

Slips out of his clothes so they won't get wet. Leaves everything in the stall. Pads over to the shower. And there is Bruce. Wet and miserable. Leaning forward against the wall with his eyes closed. Letting the water just run down his back. Half-hard but clearly intent on ignoring it.

Not on Tim's watch! He did RESEARCH. Using Pornography!

So, carefully, he rubs and strokes Bruce's cock. Doesn't REALIZE yet, that because time is frozen? It can't react to the teasing until time starts again. So obviously he must not be doing it right. Maybe if he rubs and teases the head? No... he's supposed to cups and roll the balls, right? Wait. That lady used her mouth.

He's pretty sure Bruce can't FIT.

But he CAN lick! And he's in the shower, so he's clean. Tim's licked weirder stuff for less. Does he do the whole thing? No reaction. Maybe try sucking on just the head? How though? He tries several ways on now seem to work. Darn. Maybe rub that and lick there? No, but what if he...

He tries for over an hour. Eventually concedes defeat. He just cant figure it out! Maybe hes just bad at this. He'll do more research and try again. Bruce needs this, he's sure of it. So, sighing, he let's go and pads over to his dressing stall. Honestly his hands are cramping and his tounge feels like he licked sandpaper. But he TRIED! What did he do wrong?

Click.

The sensations slam into Bruce like a semi-truck. His hips bucking back but being unable to escape the onslaught of pleasure. Hot stroking hands, inexperienced but worshipping, teasing EVERYTHING. Then a MOUTH? He chokes on the cries that want to rip out of him. TIM is here. He... he will NOT.

But after twenty minutes, when it at most takes him ten, and no sign of him? He doesn't much get a choice. Tim find him, hand pressed desperately over his own mouth, cumming AGAIN into the growing puddle on the shower floor. His whole body twitching, shameful, unable to stop as some unseen force keeps trying to suck him dry.

Tim looks so startled.

Helps him without judgement. He always seems to be doing that. Even though he's just found his Mentor utterly ruined, he doesn't even blink. Just helps. Bruce... Bruce doesn't deserve him. Clings anyway, as another orgasm rips through him.

Stops pushing him away, after that. Is alot closer.

Tim is THRILLED. It DID help! But inevitably, Bruce starts to spiral again. Not because of him. But does it matter? Stressed to the point of breaking down. Every other method exhausted. Time to MAKE Time.

He has to search a little, this time. But finds Bruce in his room. Already trying to De-stress. Good! Tim'll help. Has been working out how to do that himself. Doesn't think it will FIT, yet, but he can definitely do that thing the lady did! Where she rubs herself against the tip. And? He has been practicing fitting things in his mouth! He can do it this time.

Tim leaves, certain he did a good job. And Bruce? Who just wanted a quick jerk before bed? Gets slammed with sucking wet heat and eager hands. Another marathon he can't escape. Butt stuff! Cause Tim found his lube on the bed and remembered that article he read on prostate health.

He has such precise, clever little fingers. Bruce doesn't so much see stars as whole ass nebula. Has a drained, thousand yard stare and early morning sheets washing session the next day. Calmer though.

And it continues. Bruce gets Too Stressed? Tim brings out the watch. Bruce quickly figures out the link, but can't figure out the culprit. Is pretty damn sure he took their virginity. But is it really "taking" if they use you like a dildo? Regardless. Tim has been a rock. No prying question, no judgements, just support.

It brings them closer.

He can admit... he craves a warm body to hold. Feels like a monster, making up the excuse that Tim will be on gaurd for their mystery assailant. Bruce know he won't be able to stop them. It's a magic user. But... Tim is warm beside him. And maybe Bruce can pretend that it's Tim, depraved as that is, instead of some stanger. Hold him close after.

And Tim KNOWS he should stop. Or come clean. But? It's HELPING. And they're so close now! And... and it feels so GOOD. Bruce's cock, grinding inside him. Lifting himself and rocking back down. Or sucking him and just relaxing into it, like maybe Bruce wanted him to warm his cock for hours. Or.. or fucking BRUCE, feeling the other end of the dildo rocking and moving inside him, every time he thrusts, wondering if he's hitting that good spot, gonna make Bruce cum.

Tim can't help it. He wants to be GOOD for him. Ride him and suck him and make him feel good. Let Bruce use him and fill him up. Keep him full. He's pretty sure he's turning into a pervert. And it's getting worse.

He's started to notice... well...

Dick looks REALLY stressed you know? Tim could probably help~

-🐼🐼🐼

😍😍😍!!!! tim stopping time to fyck vruce and bruce latching onto tim because he doesn't "judge" while being phantom fucked. tim starting to escalate and setting his eyes on dick 👀👀!!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #brutim

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genshin-hsr-rambles · 16 days

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omg I just stumbled upon this account with perfect timing bc I had this wild dream last night and I need to share it with someone. It was like a fusion of HSR and genshin impact but like in a modern au kinda. And it revolved around Ratio, Aventurine, Alhaitham and Kaveh (with the obvious ships ofc bc even in sleep I’m a diehard shipper lol) but like Aventurine was the mc of sorts of the dream yknow like I wasnt seeing from his perspective or anything but it kinda focused on him. It’s so OOC that I was confused as well but it’s chaotic good.

but anyway so the dream started in what I assume was Ratio and Aventurine’s bedroom bc they were in bed and it was night n shit. for some dumb reason that I don’t remember there was a map of Florida on the wall (they weren’t in america or anything) and Aventurine was convinced that Ratio couldn’t fall asleep without looking at the map even though there was literally no reason to think that and it wasn’t even Ratio’s idea to have the map in the first place. This scene was wildly irrelevant and is only rly mentioned like once later and I find it hilariously out of pocket.

cue the next day where Aventurine and Ratio are invited over to Alhaitham’s house (and kaveh’s but they wouldnt stop calling it alhaithams) for a meal, dinner I think even though it was literally daytime? But yeah they were invited over and so they pulled up and for some reason in my mind the house looked weirdly like my house irl ig dreams are like that. Idk rly where Ratio and Kaveh go off to for a moment but they do go off somewhere whilst Aventurine climbs into alhaitham’s car.

Should probably mention Alhaitham was already in the car so the two kinda just chat for a while and Alhaitham is pretty much like “hey can you not do something stupid or be an asshole for just this one day this is important to me” and Aventurine wasn’t offended by this at all bc apparently Alhaitham was genuinely his friend?? (I was expecting Kaveh and Aventurine but my dream said no) but Aventurine is a bit confused why having dinner with him and ratio is a big deal bc it’s just like having friends over tf. So Alhaitham reaches around to the back seats of the car and pulls out this big stack of books which seems random at first but Aventurine checks all of their front covers and discovers they all say Veritas Ratio on them. Alhaitham explains that he is fascinated by Ratio’s work and was looking forwards to talking abt it so if Aventurine could behave that would be great.

Aventurine doesn’t get to reply or anything tho bc Ratio and Kaveh come along and knocks on the car window to tell them that dinner is ready (looking back on it, I think Ratio might’ve been helping Kaveh cook which is a crime that I didn’t get to see it). When I tell you I have never seen anyone move as fast as Aventurine and Alhaitham did in my life I mean they were FAST bc neither of them wanted to be caught dead by Ratio himself with those books so they just kinda shoved the books into the back seat again (blackout windows I assume?) and got out of the car.

cue the dinner which actually looked really tasty but Aventurine can’t keep his mouth shut despite what Alhaitham said and neither can Kaveh. Kaveh won’t stop complaining abt all the things Alhaitham hasn’t done bc apparently it was his turn to cook and Aventurine for some reason is determined to ruin Alhaitham’s admiration for Ratio and proceeds to bring up the Florida map thing (again, entirely irrelevant). In a moment that must be why he didn’t get into the Genius Society, Ratio decides the only way to get out of this god forsaken dinner is to literally climb out a window… Yeah. Aventurine, Kaveh and Alhaitham are all equally confused.

After much confusion Aventurine decides to excuse himself and follow after Ratio. For some reason the two of them end out in Alhaitham’s car??? And Aventurine shows Ratio THE books and they talk and it was actually surprisingly sweet n wholesome. By this time its actually getting dark tho so they go back into the house eventually to say goodbye and go their seperate ways. When Aventurine and Ratio get home the Florida map isn’ there, then I promptly woke up and was like wtf.

Very long ask and there isn’t even a question either but I had to tell someone. thank you SO MUCH

Lmao this has made my day. I wish I dreamt about HSR and Genshin Impact, that’d be so fun. This has serious crackfic potential lmao.

But you’re right, the whole Florida map thing is so out of pocket. Why do they have a map of Florida? Why did Aventurine choose to hang up a map of Florida in the bedroom? And better yet, why does he think Dr Ratio can’t fall asleep until he sees the map? This is the kind of thing only dream logic can explain. Dream logic also likes to make fictional places look like places you know in real life.

The idea of Kaveh and Alhaitham inviting Dr Ratio and Aventurine over for dinner is actually quite nice. Definitely didn’t expect Alhaitham and Aventurine to be friends, nor will I ever get over Alhaitham straight up telling Aventurine “yo can you like not be a dick for once”. Also Alhaitham having books on Dr Ratio’s studies weirdly makes sense. I too am salty that you didn’t get to witness Kaveh and Dr Ratio cooking. Missed opportunity.

After everything that’s been happening in Penacony, I think Aventurine deserves to be chaotic and determined to ruin Alhaitham’s view of Dr Ratio. Though Dr Ratio straight up climbing out the window— anon, you’re entirely right about the Genius Society. Their sweet moment makes up for all the chaos though (even if Dr Ratio would definitely still be a little pissed Aventurine was spreading misinformation about him).

And to end it all off, the Florida map is just… gone? What, did someone take it down? Or was it never there to begin with? Maybe the real haikaveh/ratiorine was the Florida maps we met along the way.

Thank you for this masterpiece.

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ros3ybabe · 6 months

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Life Update After a Few Days: October 18th, 2023 🎀

I’ve been a little busy with school, work, resting, and starting my workout routine back up, so here’s a little update!

I’m getting a tattoo soon! I know the aesthetic of my blog is pink and girly and coquette and I love everything that comes with the aesthetic and the lifestyle but I have an affinity for gothic style/spooky tattoos, so I’m getting a decent sized spider tattoo on my right thigh and I’m super excited! This is the first big ish sized tattoo besides the two small ones I have, and it’s the first tattoo appointment I’ve ever made so I’m really excited. A little anxious, especially for the shading portion of it, but I’m looking forward to how good it’s going to look when it’s finished and how much more confident it’s going to make me!

I’ve started working out at the gym again! My current schedule is three days of weightlifting (pull day, leg day, push day), and two days of just cardio. It feels so nice both mentally and physically to be taking care of myself like this again. I even bought some new workout shorts and gym clothes and I’m feeling better than ever! I’m focusing on improving my mental health right now and working out is doing wonders for me!

I’m working so much right now, but it’s worth it because I need the money for rent, tattoos, gym stuff, groceries, and whatever other necessities and wants pop up. I’m pulling doubles most Saturdays and it’s a little tiresome and energy draining but I’m managing pretty well. I won’t pull doubles every Saturday tho because that drives me straight into burnout and I’m trying to avoid that.

I hit 31 days on Duolingo and I’m at 28 days on Busuu, super proud of myself for keeping up with those two goals for now! I’m still working through the first two lessons of Genki and I’m still using the Kanji app but my studying has been a little bit more spread out because of my busy schedule. I’m trying to learn how to better balance multiple things without hyperfixating on just one and forgetting about everything else. I’ve noticed I tend to do that and that’s not the most productive thing for me.

I think I mentioned in a previous post that I spent a lot of money on stuff from Amazon (and Ulta) and most of it is here already besides the last couple Amazon items coming in today! I love the workout clothes I bought and the fitness/health tracker planner I bought is really interesting. I also got my language tracking bullet journal stuff in the mail so I am super looking forward to starting that up soon. Again, I noticed I tend to hyperfixate on one thing at a time but right now I’m trying to balance all my interests and things I need to do. My current “balance breakup” is: fitness/nutrition, Japanese language study, school/classes and academic success, work/making money, self care (sleep, skincare, reading, journaling, etc), boyfriend time, appointments, and chores/cleaning/housework. Sounds like a lot but there’s 24 hours in a day and 7 days in a week. Not everything has to be done in one day and as long as I manage my time efficiently, then I’ll be successful. I also try to take into account my energy levels, daily tasks, possible “curveballs”, and my current physical and mental/emotional well being. Flexibility is a must in my life but I do like having routines and things to stick to, plan and schedule wise.

I’ve been working on some posts ideas for this blog so it’s not just daily updates and stuff, but actual tips, advice, and my current routines and schedules too, to maybe help motivate and inspire you guys! I have some things in mind currently, so hopefully I can find the time to type them up and post them!

Thank you guys for 850+ followers! I never thought my blog could grow like this and I’m super happy it has! This community has given me such a safe and comforting place where I can just be myself without worry. I appreciate all of you so much!! I hope all of you have amazing days, amazing sleep, amazing skin, amazing grades, and that life is going great for all of you!

that’s pretty much all I have to update you on for now. I will be posting a Daily Check In tonight about how today went as well, to help me get back on track with posting!

til next time, lovelies 🩷🤍

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dowhatisaynotwhatido · 1 year

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1. LA- Lizzie Who?

Paring: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Description: The one where you meet a known stranger.

This is part of a series, initially meant to have 3 chapters

Part 1 (this) | Part 2 | Part 3| Part 4

Warnings: just comfort in this first part. Smut Part 2 and 3 - read warnings in each of them.

Word counter: 1.8k

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Credits: this series directly cites the blog and works of themidnightcrimson. A shout out to her writing skills and damn good fics. The links to her work will be on the fic itself, but also here:

- themidnightcrimson blog | masterlist | innocence (+18) | mommy (+18) | strapwarming (+18)

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"Hello, princess" - a drunk guy slurred pulling a red haired woman's arm. He was a pretty young man in his early thirties, probably 2 or 3 beers too many. She? She was beyond gorgeous. Her red hair was tucked in her coat, her feature framed but a oversized scarf and sunglasses - although the light was already dim. You were strolling down the street and noticed the woman when she got out of a grocery store a few blocks before. You swear you had seen her before, but you couldn't quite place it.

"Just don't, please " - The woman huffed leaving his hold

"Come on, sweetie. Let me buy you a drink" he grabbed her arm harshly and she flitched

"If you want to keep your arm, I suggest you take your hands off" You said with a dry tone looking straight into the guys eyes. You weren't big, strong or had any kind of super power. You were just a little too familiarized with drunk heterosexual guys and knew how to speak firmly and make them retract into their cochroach lair.

"Há! Just mind your damn business, dyke" he spat

You exhaled. It didn't matter where in the world you were, there was always a new pejorative "lesbo" world for you to get to know.

"I warned you once." You rasped strolling down at him with a stern look. Yes, it was an act. You had no idea how to react if he didn't step out. But they always did -in the end, they are a bunch of cowards in a pretty skin.

"Uou, no need to get all Mad-max! Jesus. I just wanted to have some fun" He said throwing his hands up in the hair and retracting towards the bar.

"Thank you" She said shyly. She was caressing her forearm and you could see the fair skin there marked by a red hand-sized bruise.

"We got to stick together, right?" You gave her a small smile and pointed forward."My hotel is a few blocks down. Care to walk together?"

She took a sharp breath and looked into your eyes like she was searching for something. You again had the feeling she was familiar to you in some way you could not pin down. Now upfront you could she her dark green eyes and her fair lines with some freckles across her nose highlighted by her lightly flushed cheek. Her voice was sweet, and you could imagine how her giggle would sound.

"Sorry. I was just suggesting to avoid weirdos like that. I could use the company" You smiled softly and added "but is ok. Have a good night". You nodded your head and started to walk pass her just stopping when you felt a light touch in you arm

"Sorry. I was just startled. I am not use to... well.. people being nice" She smiled and shrugged it off " I would like the company, tho"

You chuckled and started walking "No worries. I can walk you closer to your place if you want to. Is not like I have something else to do."

"I actually live in the next block down the Ritz. I believe that is where you are staying?"

"Yep. That whole luxurious and extra pillow-y hotel. Can you believe they had 5 pillows for me? I am one person!! What can one do with FIVE pillows?" She laughed softly at your joke and you wouldn't mind to hear that sound everyday

"Actually, I am a pillow person. I need at least 3 to sleep peacefully." She said with a smile

You looked at her with a mock shock face

"I didn't see that coming... But that is my fault.. you do live in the nicest area of LA. I should have known you would sleep with 25 pillows on your king size bed with silk sheets matching you silk PJ and you little dog called Pierre" you joked

She laughed hard at it, tears coming from her eyes as she slapped your arm playfully "Ouch!" you teased as she kept clamping her belly over laughing at your joke

" I am sorry. People don't usually roast me like that!" She cleared a single tear out of her eye and looked at you with a wide smile " and my dogs name is Pheobe. She is a lady"

You stopped in front of your hotel. It was only 7 o'clock and you were stuck in that fancy hotel for at least 24 more hours after your airplane company canceled your flight due to over booking. You were not expecting to stay a few more days in LA after 5 days of boring speeches and farmaceutical propaganda, but you couldn't be annoyed by the delay now that you were looking at her.

"So.." / "Could you.."

You interrupted each other and chuckled. "Go ahead" you said

"Ahm. I was wondering if I could call you up in that offer? To escort me home, I mean" She blured out fidgeting with her coats button

"Of course" You said a little too excitedly for just a few meters more of her company "Please, guide us" you smiled at her and noticed her reddening cheeks.

You were not the best in knowing when a woman was a lesbian, or even when you knew they were, you could never tell when they were flirting of just being polite. But you were absolutely certain that she was a very much straight woman. A very much gorgeous and sexy straight woman? Yes. But straight nonetheless. No way she was flirting.

"What is you name?" She asked simply walking slowly besides you

"Y/N. And yours?" She blushed and looked down the street hiding her face from you

"I am... I am Lizzie" She smiled "What are you doing in town?"

"I was at a conference" You noticed the street got a lot cozier than the bar and party of a few blocks down. It was filled with high-end new buildings with a very expensive look. "Let me guess.... you work with finance" She spitted a high laugh and chuckled

"You have no idea, do you?" She looked at your eyes again as if searching for something and you just nodded back

"Hey. Finance is always a good guess when meeting silk-pillowed-rich people" you smiled

"Sure" She was looking at you with amusement eyes. Her small smile kept and she felt so comfortable talking to you.. Unbeknownst to you, it had neen a while since she got that comfortable with anyone. As a recent divorced woman, all her friends stuck in their own lives or lost to you former partner, she couldn't shale the loneliness away - until now.

"So, Y/N. Would you like a glass of wine?"

You smiled and nodded.

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"THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT A DOG!" You chuckled getting the tiny-little-smallest dog you have ever seen "I had a hamster bigger than that!" You joked taking Pheobe up and meeting a sample sized poodle.

"Don't talk like that in front of her!" Lizzie joked petting Pheobe in your arms with a silly voice "she is a lady! A very fluffy doggy lady, isn't she?"

You smirked "Lady Pheobe.. I will not comment on that"

"And you shouldn't" She smiled crossing the sizable living room towards where you suppose the kitchen is and yelling back at you "let her down and come here"

"Yes, ma'am" you said meeting her in the kitchen.

"Red or Rose?" She showed you two bottles from behind the kitchen island

"I am not gonna pretend to know my wine, Ms. Lizzie" you smirked sitting on the bench in the other side "Better rose, red has a little more effect on me than it should"

"What do you mean by that?" She asked tilting her head with a condescending smile that told you she knew exactly what you meant.

"Exactly what you are thinking" you two chuckled "now come on, do you usually leave your guest thirsty like that?" You moked lifting an eyebrow

She grinned widely and nodded her head opening the red wine "For that sassyness, I am going to pour you red"

You spent the first bottle laughing and joking about small day to day subject. About how you didn't know what to do if Mr. Excalibur (that was his name now) didn't stand down, how your conference looked like a fashion show and you were now in the last few drops of the first bottle, with you trying to guess what she did for a living

"Come on! Tell me!!" You begged

"No! I like that you don't know" She said hiding a smile behind the rim of her glass

"Christ! Am I stupid or something? I feel like I am..... OH WAIT!" You started connecting the dots. The way she seemed evasive when you first met. The fact she wore a sunglass when the day was already dimmed, the way she avoided eye contact with you or Mr. Excalibur... how she thought twice before saying her name... "HOLY FUCK! YOU ARE FAMOUS!" You opened your mouth in true shock...

"Famous is not a profession, Y/N. You still have to guess" She rolled her eyes pouting. She had enjoyed while you didn't know who she was. It made her feel normal and it made you trustworthy - you weren't spending time with her just because she was famous, but because you liked her.

"Writer?"

"No"

"Artist? like, painter or something?"

"No"

"You don't look like a high end athlete..."

"I could be an athlete!!" She joked flexing her arm both of you chuckling "Just give up!"

" Never..." you took the last swing at you glass and walked until you standed right in front of her. "Stay still"

You were just joking at first, getting close to her and analyzing every single inch of her face. You placed a strand behind her ear and took her reading glasses off. And then there she was. As clear as day. - Elizabeth Olsen. Your celebrity crush. The one you wrote about. You read about. The one you did-way-more-than-that about... How could you miss this? She was shorter than you imagined. Her dark brown hair was red this evening - she was shooting another Marvel movie, so that makes sense -, she had no make up on, so you could see her freckles... but no, you should have known.

She exhaled taking you of your trance.

"You figured it out, didn't you?" She pouts

"Yes. I did, Ms. Olsen. " you took a step back and sat in your bench with an embarrassed grin "And you owe me a rose wine"

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#lizzie x y/n #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x female reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x y/n #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff

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cinnamonm00n · 1 year

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Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice

Dazai x reader

Slight trigger warning: heavily suggestive content, nothing too explicit really happens tho

Third person P. O. V.

A pair of arms reached upwards. Cutting a shadow through the stream of sunlight coming through the windows, while yawns omitted from a h/c head of hair.

A tired girl yawning to her hearts content in the middle of the Port Mafia building.

All of this behavior soon leading her to succumb to her exhaustion by leaning on a wall and sliding down to the floor. Nestling into a comfortable sitting position on it.

The skin of her eyelids gently met as her consciousness dove into fog and slumber.

Her body relaxed slowly against the wall of the empty hallway. Her aching muscles melting into her bones with relief from the oncoming sleep.

"Oh, Y/N-nn!" breezed through the silence.

Her eyes shot open.

Y/N looked over at the direction of the voice, which she now recognized as her boyfriend who was now smirking at her exhausted state.

"My dearest! Just the person I was looking for!"

"What is it now, Dazai? I'm tired..."

Y/N cracked her knuckles to keep her form awake as she waited for the reply.

Dazai just giggled.

"Guess what!"

She closed her eyes again.

"What?"

"Mori has another mission for you!"

"ANOTHER ONE!? " with this the once closed eyes now snapped open in disbelief.

"Oh, relax my belladonna, it's nothing difficult. You'll just be helping me out" Dazai's hand swung around lazily as he talked.

"Ooh, The Great Dazai Osamu needs help!" a smirk decorated these words "And what that help, may inquire? If my humble self is worthy of knowing such a thing. "

Playfulness now evaporated from Dazai's words.

"I'll need your ability for this."

You got up from the floor, feeling your spine straighten with focus. Raising an eyebrow you asked him to continue.

"You see, another organization leader has been causing quite a troublesome time for us. And if a fly becomes too much of a pest, you know what that requires..."

Dazai's fingers slid across his throat.

"Alright... Why do you need me then?"

An empty smile followed from Dazai.

"This man is known to frequent bars with live music and since your hypnosis requires you to sing in order for it to work you're perfect for the job!"

A wrinkle collects at the skin of your nose "And you'll just stand of to the side and enjoy the view?!"

"My, my Belladonna why such cruel accusations?!" he clutched his chest dramatically. Peaking an eye only to see you're unimpressed face. Dazai quickly turned serious again.

"I don't think this man know just how much trouble he's caused us." He stepped forward closer to the window, his back now turned to you.

"Henceforth I'll torture him long enough for him to not only regret messing with the Port Mafia..." the brown in his eyes stared to burn a shade of red under the sunlight "But regret the day he was born"

The coat over his shoulder swished as he turned to look at you.

"So will you make my job easier and lure him in for me?"

"You know I will..." you stiffened at the sight of pure intimidation dripping off him.

"Dazai, my love... You are terrifying!"

Blinking away the red his eyes now looked doe like.

"Don't look so scared. I'm only scary when I need to be" he moved closer, chapped lips pressing a kiss to your cheek and a cold hand caressing your side.

"Shall we go for it then?"

Dazai now asked, the palm on your side now sliding to intertwine his fingers with yours.

"First get me some coffee so I can actually function" Y/N's head rested on his shoulder.

This caused a chuckle from Dazai ,,Anything you need, belladonna~"

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You ended up getting your coffe.

Now sipping on it you followed Dazai's confident steps echoing on the pavment.

"To wich bar are we headed to again?" Y/N asked over her cup.

"It's a small underground place. Only exclusively rich people frequent it" smirking he grabbed your hand, spinning you around "And you, are their ravishing young star for tonight~"

Warmth sizzeled to your cheeks.

"H-hold up are we talking about the The Lucky Clover?"

Dazai raised an eyebrow "Why yes, how did you know?"

"When I go undercover, I hear a lot of people talk about it" you swig from your cup again "A lot of shit goes down in there..."

The streets got darker and smaller, a city's omen of approaching the more dangerous of its areas.

"By the way, where will you be while I do my part?"

"Inside of course, can't miss the show! You know I love it when you sing~"

Reader P. O. V

"Here you go, Belladonna. "

Dazai gave me a bag and some papers.

"You know the plan?"

"Show special attention, activate ability, take him back, leave the rest to you" I recite absentmindedly, looking over the papers with my fake identity.

"Bravo!" he pecked my lips "Break a leg in there~"

"With these heels you picked out I just might" I laugh as I walk through the backstage door.

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I go inside. Getting past the bouncer with the fake ID, I was now following him to my dress room.

"We're here" he opened the door "You have 10 minutes to curtain"

I nod.

Once he was gone all it took was one swift click and the door was locked. I started looking over the rest of the papers Dazai gave me.

My eyes dart over at my ID again "Really Dazai?! Rose?"

Putting the paper with my fake name down my attention turns to the photo of the man I'm supposed to hypnotize.

"Blonde and fat. Great!"

I then hear knocking.

Quickly I hide the papers, and look at the door.

"Five minutes, Rose!". As the voice on the other side disappeared, I got up to change.

First I took my fake ID papers and dissolved them in water to bits letting them flow down the drain. I clean up the sink with a glove, wich I shoved in the foot of my heel.

My chest grew lighter once I got rid of the evidence so I grabbed the dress from the bag.

Once I saw it I understood why Dazai wanted to stay and watch.

"Dazai... You asshole!" slithered through my teeth as I got outside, met with the reflection in the hall mirror.

The dress fit me perfectly.

Third person P. O. V

The packed bar was pitch black with an occasional neon light throwing a shy resonance here and there.

Dazai was seated in a back booth, the one unbandaged eye firmly on the large blonde man drinking in the front with a woman at his hip.

What bliss, he had no idea what was coming for him.

Thinking this Dazai took his attention off him to focus on the drink in his hand. As he began to swirl it gently, the stage began to rise to life and the chatter around him died down.

Stage lights with a feather light glow reveled the form a singer in a long red dress, Y/N.

Dazai's eyebrow disappeared in his hair, smirking as he leaned closer enjoying the view of the red fabric wrapped around his girlfriend, a long cut in the dress reveling her leg and the black choker on her neck.

He knew she would look good, but none of his predictions said this good!

Her voice then began to fog up the room.

The slow beats crawling up to the guests, warmly wrapping around them. Followed by Y/N's vocal cords glimmering in the smooth flow, pulling the listeners in.

Dazai hooded his eye, his hands felt coldly empty. Not matching to the hungry warmth within him, only spreading further as Y/N continued to sing.

It was very soon that he needed to cross his legs.

Reader P. O. V

My eyes felt heavy. One of the side affects to my ability. It makes it hard to see.

I kept on singing, my focus on the blonde man in the front. Watching as the grip on the waist on the woman next to him lessened and her jealous gaze on me.

"Laides and gentlemen, we got him" I happily think.

I move my hand in a slow motion, letting my voice drop to whisper. Keeping my eyes on the man.

"Let him get impatient" I turned my gaze away from him "I'll then go down and make eye contact. Let the hypnosis do the rest"

My plan was going smoothly, during the low notes I used the opportunity and went into the crowd.

I grabbed the man's chin gently, forcing him to look at me.

Then my vision flashed, turning completely blurry but my mind sharpening in on my thoughts.

"Get up. Excuse yourself and meet me in the dressing room number 12." I sent to his thoughts.

I walked away, transitioning into a faster tempo.

Somewhere behind me his footsteps echoed from the creaky flooring.

"Success!"

Fuller of energy I end with a high note, bowing to the eager eyes. Causing a large enough commotion for Dazai to sneek out.

- || -

I had decided to keep the guests busy with another song as a treat, giving Dazai more time to catch the man so we can take him to the Port Mafia.

As soon as the music went quiet my feet rushed me off stage and back to my room.

Leaning on the door I saw Dazai.

"You done?" I ask.

He nodded.

His arms snaked around me to wich I look at him, confused.

"Who knew red looked so good on you, my belladonna~"

I twine my fingers with his brown locks.

"Surprisingly enough, I look good in many things but you're just hard to surprise"

His grip on my waist tightened.

"Oh, I am hard! But for something else~"

God damn this man!

He pulled me close for a kiss, his fingers holding my chin. Other hand slithering to the cut in my dress.

"We have a job to do Dazai!" I whisper

"You're no fun..." his lips grazed my ear.

Mine shaped into a smirk.

"Let's get this over with and I'll show you just how fun I can be~"I enter the dressing room, leaving him behind.

Third person P. O. V

Dazai was walking down the hall, rubbing his wrists. Satisfied with a job he had just done well.

Only there was another thing he wanted to be satisfied for doing well.

Speeding up, his footsteps now brought him over to his office door.

Behind them he found Y/N, sitting on his desk starting to write a report about their job.

Still wearing the dress.

"Belladonna. "

Smoked out his mouth. She looked at him, opening her own to speak only for Dazai to cut off any sound by kissing her.

Her hands went straight to his hair, pulling it gently.

Reader P. O. V

Dazai's fingers timbered on my skin, leaving a trail of heat as they went up and down my thigh.

I was surprised.

The teasing and sadistic Dazai was now needy and gentle.

He stared to nibble on my ear as his breath tickled my neck. Pulling me closer his hips started to buck into mine causing a gasp from me.

"Look at what you've done~" his mouth slid down my neck, avoiding any deeper touch.

"There were so many things I wanted to do, but you just had to make me this desperate~"

"Not a single regret"

I pull him close by the hair

"Osamu~"

Third person P. O. V

At his name, Dazai snapped. Pushing everything off the table he started leaving hickeys on Y/N as he was pulling the dress of her.

Grunts and moans scraping from his chest.

"Dazai-san!" came from the door.

"Fuck" Dazai thought.

"The executive meting is starting"

Dazai looked you in the eyes again "I'll come soon".

Once the footsteps were heared far from the door Y/N spoke.

"You really shouldn't miss anymore meetings, you know?"

He giggled lustfully "Oh Belladonna, you didn't pay attention..." Dazai pulled you close again

"I told him I was going to cum soon, then I'll go~"

#armed detective agency #bsd fyodor #bsd kunikida #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #Dazai osamu #Osamu Dazai #Dazai x reader #Dazai x reader smut #Chuuya #port mafia

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Button House dog rescue au pt 2

Alison and Mike turn Button House into a dog rescue instead of an event hall and the ghosts are the dogs they have. Just some headcanons abt how their life would be. Read pt 1 first for this to make sense

pt 1 pt 3

"bath time" is an all day activity that is also a fully body work out. Some of the smaller dogs like Fanny and Kitty are able to get baths in the sink and are the easiest to do. Fanny looks like a demon when her fur is wet and glares at everybody the whole time. Kitty will cry at the beginning but if she can take one of her toys with her, she usually forgets and has a great time

the medium to large sized dogs get to go in the bathtub (but not the Cooper's personal one). Whenever Mike bathes Julian he wears his swimsuit bc Julian has so much fun splashing around that the entire room is going to be soaked by the end. They have to keep the towels in the hall so they don't get wet too. The Captain hates bathtime and will do anything to avoid it. He usually ends up trying to hide somewhere but is never any good at it. Multiple times, Alison's found him just standing in the corner, tucking his head against the wall. He tries to climb out of the bath every two seconds so you have to use one hand to keep him in and use the other to wash him. He cries the whole time. Humphrey just sits down in the warm water and goes to sleep. It's like a nice relaxing spa. A few times Alison has come in asking what's taking so long and he's gone to sleep in Mike's hand. Mike doesn't want to wake him up so he just has to hold his head until he wakes up by himself

Robin's too big for the tub and just gets hosed down outside. He doesn't particularly enjoy it and will try to walk away if he can. Whoever's holding him in place also gets hosed down by proximity. The other dogs love to run through the hose and try to bite the water which can make this process take even longer

unfortunately, a lot of the dogs they have now are herding dogs (Pat, Thomas, and the Captain) and they will try to herd the other dogs, Alison, and Mike. There have been a few particularly disastrous occasions where all three of them had conflicting ideas on where the group should go and pushed them back and forth until everyone on the inside was confused and terrified of what was going on. The easiest targets are Mary, Humphrey, and Kitty but occasionally Julian will find himself lumped in too. Despite his tiny size, only Pat's brave enough to go after Robin and will nip at his heels until he listens. (Corgis are used to herd things ten times their size like cows and horses so he's not scared of a big dog like Robin at all. When it comes to herding, corgis fear no man and no god)

Alison took them on a fieldtrip once to a farm that had a bunch of actual sheep for them to herd and it was the best day of their lives. As they pulled up and saw the sheep, there were so many happy tippytaps and butt wags. Getting them out of the car was probably the hardest because they kept wanting to run over there right this instant!! The Captain especially; Alison had to say, "No, Captain, we're going to wait and we're going to stay" like twenty times which was a very disappointing number for him. She even had to push his butt down to get him to sit when it wasn't his turn which was very embarrassing… but how could he be expected to listen and follow orders when there were real live actual sheep right there, Alison!? He kept creeping forward one inch at a time when he thought she wasn’t looking

when it was Thomas' turn to herd them he was pretty good except he kept stopping to check if Alison was watching every five seconds. She was but he just had to make sure again

Robin has a bad habit of chasing birds and rabbits. Usually it's just for fun and he has no intention of doing anything when he catches up but on several occasions, he has killed them and brought them back to the house. He gets in huge trouble every time he does tho so he doesn’t do it super often. Alison and Mike try to figure out a way to use the meat either for their own food or the dogs’ so it doesn’t go completely to waste

Unfortunately, as they adjust more to being normal dogs, Julian and occasionally the Captain join Robin in these hunts. Julian is always very proud of himself when he catches something and doesn’t mind being yelled at. The Captain hates it so he usually lets whatever animal he’s chasing get away

Mike buys a remote control car and all the dogs chase it around the lawn. It’s a madhouse every time he gets it out. Robin, Julian, and surprisingly Mary are always in front followed by Thomas, Pat, and Kitty. The Captain tries his best and can stay near the front of the pack if he really wants to but because of his bad hips, he can only do it for short bursts before he has to lay down. Fanny never runs after it but loses her mind barking from the side. Humphrey tried to chase it the first few times they got it out but wasn’t able to sprint across the lawn at nearly the same speed with his little doggy wheel mobility aid and got left behind every time. He lost interest after he decided he would never catch it and just lays around while the others run now

Once Mike didn’t see him laying in the grass and ran the car right into his ribs. The Coopers will never forget the horrible yelp he let out. Mike held him and apologized the whole ride to the vet. Luckily nothing had broken but they did have to ice his ribs for a week. Mike felt so bad and gave him extra treats for a month. Humphrey wasn’t complaining lol

Mary likes to snuggle now. She didn’t used to when she first came but now she’ll try to climb in Alison’s lap crushing Fanny, Kitty, and usually Thomas in the process. She doesn’t understand she’s too big to be a lap dog. Alison moves her off and as long as she keeps petting her head, Mary will accept that

Pat follows Mike around the kitchen and “cleans the floor” as he cooks. He’s always too fast and close to the floor for Mike to grab the food before he can eat it. Mike's given up and will sometimes “accidentally drop” food he knows Pat particularly likes like cheese, tiny pieces of bacon, or eggs. This has to stay their little secret tho bc Alison will not be happy if she finds out

Kitty loves trying to play with Robin but Robin only notices she’s there abt half of the time. Their height difference is ridiculous and if Alison didn’t know Robin so well, she would worry that he’s going to accidentally step on her

Julian has peed in the house multiple times (he’s a jerk) but bc of the sheer number of dogs in the house, they can’t pin it on him for sure. He’s really good at acting innocent unlike Mary who looks guilty as soon as anyone's voice raises even if they're not even talking to her. Alison is suspicious of him but doesn’t have enough evidence and she’s determined to catch him one day

Alison balanced Fanny on Robin's back once. She looked terrified and started shaking with fear immediately. That was the end of that adventure

#i might do more if i think of them. this was fun #bbc ghosts #alison cooper #mike cooper #robin bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts robin #humphrey bone #sir humphrey bone #mary guppy #kitty higham #thomas thorne #fanny button #lady button #stephanie button #the captain bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts the captain #pat butcher #julian fawcett

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