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141 + los vaqueros + könig with an s/o who is kind of naive and innocent being called dumb?? Just how they would react and comfort their s/o <33 thank you lovely!!!!

I love big strong men standing up for their sweet little s/o 😭

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

You gotta have some kinda death wish

I can’t imagine him getting violent off whip, his main concern would be removing you from the situation and providing comfort

However, that doesn’t mean that he hasn’t memorized who that person is, their face, their voice, their tone, their words

And that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t track them down later and give them a piece of his mind

Before he does that, his concern is you, he’s got your favorite show playing and he’s telling you it’s not worth thinking about what they said, he wishes he can take his own advice but when you’re curled up against his chest sniffling with a quivering lip, he’s imagining how satisfying it would be to run his fist through their face

Once you’ve fallen asleep, he’s tracking them down and when he finds them, in seconds he’s gripping the front of their shirt, lifting them slightly, their back bruising against the wall he’s pushing them against

“If I ever hear your voice again, I’ll crush your fuckin’ throat, am I clear?”

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He loves your sweet, good natured spirit, it gives him such genuine joy

He’s the only one that can poke fun at you because he’s not being malicious about it, it comes from a place of love and endearment

So when he sees a recruit making fun of you for it, he kinda loses it a little bit

Just like Ghost, his main concern is removing you from that situation but at the same time he’s pissed

So he’s wedging himself between you two with a strong emphasis on the person bringing you down, his chest is all puffed up, shoulders square, and he’s got the angriest look in his eyes

“Care to repeat what you said?”

He might not be as scary or intimidating as Ghost but that doesn’t mean that his strength is just for show either

The recruit backs away almost immediately but doesn’t get very far before Johnny grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him back

“The next time I catch you even looking at them, you’ll be so fucking sorry.” The poison in his words thickening his accent in his throat and the poor idiot was tripping over his feet trying to get away

In seconds, Johnny turned to face you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pressed his lips to your forehead

“C’mon darlin, let’s get somethin’ sweet for my sweet somethin’.” He teased with a wink and a bump of his hips against yours

John Price:

He loves your innocence honestly, it’s so refreshing for him

Like the first drink of ice water after spending a day in the desert heat, it soothes him as much as it concerns him

He teases you about it both out of love and genuine concern, he’s not always around and it worries him how innocent and kind you are

And then while you’re all out getting drinks and wrapping up a hard day’s work, he sees you getting picked on, he sees your shoulders slump ever so slightly and he crossed the room in seconds

Honestly? He doesn’t even have to say anything, his body language, his demeanor, the vicious look in his eyes, all speak volumes to how bad this guy fucked up

He stood behind you, a hand on your shoulder and whispering loving words in your ear, you’re a little confused as you walk back to the group, looking over your shoulder, not thinking to look in front of you (luckily Johnny gets hold of you before you walk into someone)

You can’t hear what he’s saying but you get the sense it’s pretty bad considering the guy loses all color in his face and sweat starts to bead on his brow

You wave at John with a smile as he walks back to you, he gathers you in his arms and pulls you in for a kiss

An offer of home and comfort shortly followed

How could you possibly refuse?

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

Oh honey he’s poking fun at you very often, but always out of love, he loves your naivety and will often use it to tease you

He loves seeing you get all worked up, cheeks puffed up and an embarrassed blush on your cheeks when he calls you out on it, it warms his heart as much as it makes him wanna give you big ol’ smooch

However

He’s the only one allowed to do it

So when he sees one of the cadets try to pull one over you the way he does, but in a much meaner fashion that has embarrassed tears welling in your eyes, he sees red

He’s at your side in a matter of seconds, chest pushing against the other guy as he backs him away from you, he’s so angry he doesn’t know what to say, barely manages to put a filter on his words

“Think you’re so fuckin’ funny do ya? Makin’ ‘em upset, who the fuck do ya think you are?”

John has to step in and get between the two men, knowing full well how it’ll end, he physically turns Kyle around to face you and gives him a shove in your direction

Kyle takes your hand and walks away, grumbling all the while about how he should’ve punched the fuckers lights out, but when you lean into his side as you’re walking along, the anger starts to simmer and fade

It won’t be long before he’s mumbling an apology to you for how he reacted, just give him a kiss and he’ll be back to his normal self

König:

I mean… you gotta be some kinda stupid to mess with his s/o in any capacity, like have you seen him???

He’s never far from you, always in your peripheral or at your side, touching you in some way, it’s soothing for him to be around you and he knows you feel the same

So when he hears someone snap at you and call you dumb, he bites his cheek so hard he tasted blood

Without hesitation he pulled you away and behind him as he stood up at full height, glaring daggers at the man through the holes of his hood

He doesn’t even have to say anything, the angry rise and fall of his chest, the cold fury in his eyes, the way his fists clench and unclench at his sides are all indicators enough of his rage

The man couldn’t apologize and scramble away quick enough, tripping over a chair as he tried to make a hasty escape

König was frozen in place, so god damn angry that he couldn’t move, it took your small voice quietly calling his name for him to snap out of it, he turned to face you and gently took your hand in his, his thumb stroking over your knuckles

You smiled softly at him, even if he wasn’t looking directly at you, his eyes pinned to your hand in his, you gave it a gentle squeeze and he finally looked up at you

The adoration in your eyes enough to melt the fury and bring him back to himself, “Let’s go, schatz, you said you were hungry, yes?”

“A while ago, yeah.”

“Then let’s go remedy that.”

Alejandro Vargas:

Alejandro loves with his entire being, he’s so steadfast in his love that any slight against you, is a slight against him

“What the fuck did you say cabron?”

He’s up in arms almost immediately, hackles raised, nostrils flaring, fists clenched at his side and ready to swing

“Alejo, please, it’s fine.” He knew it wasn’t fine, he knew you wanted to put in a brave face but he didn’t miss the way your eyes watered or the way your jaw tensed when the insult was hurled at you

“No, amor, let him repeat himself. See if he’s man enough to say it again.”

He’s seeing red at this point, his heart is hammering in his chest and he’s ready to knock out the bastard

When he sees that the man is wide eyed, panicked, and stuttering out apologies, trying to gain some semblance of spine as he tries to make a hasty retreat, he backs off and moves closer to you

“Más le vale, cabron.” (Loose translation: that’s what I thought)

He’s got his arm around you and he’s walking you both away from scene,

“You didn’t have to do that, Ale.”

“What are you talking about, amor, of course I did. If you’re wounded, then so am I.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You teased with a small peck to his jaw, he chuckled and rested his head on yours as you both made your way home

Rodolfo Parra:

He’s too good for this world tbh he doesn’t give that idiot a second glance as he’s walking you away from him

He’s kissing your temple and shooting a glare over his shoulder, a promise of retribution in his eyes

“Don’t listen to them, mi vida.”

He’s nothing if not reassuring and comforting, he’s holding your hand and lovingly stroking it with his thumb

As he’s giving you a hug and kissing the top of your head, he’s thinking of all the ways he can wring the new recruit’s neck tomorrow

But that won’t stop him from spoiling you a little bit to cheer you up

Even if you’re insisting that you’re well over it and have moved past it, he’s just as insistent in getting your favorite food, watching your favorite movies

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𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Pairings: al haitham x f! reader

a/n: this has been rotting in my drafts jail for a month or two

"Look at Alhaitham. He's been like that since yesterday, I think his hair is about to fall off." Kaveh, your Kshahrewar friend comments with a snooty tone, pointing the man behind you with his chin. Upon hearing his name, you turn around to see Alhaitham on a faraway table, scribbling between tall books and parchments.

Being blessed with a vision and physical prowess, his senses are heightened and so he knows when someone is staring at him with intensity, he's even more used to it since he's the type of guy your head would follow. Alhaitham's head rose to catch you shamelessly ogling him, your elbow that was resting on the top rail of the chair fell almost immediately. Every time you see Alhaitham you get this feeling of floating on a cloud; like there were butterflies in your stomach, your fluttering heart prompting the corners of your lips to twitch, and the quivering itch burning between your thighs.

Under the table, you crossed your legs to relieve the tension, something that Alhaitham's eyes diverted to before he settled them back to your gaze. He's been attentive to your body lately and a silly smile breaks out from you until Kaveh's voice snaps you out of your trance, turning your attention back to him.

"What the fuck is wrong with him? Why did he stare for so long?" Kaveh looks troubled and is currently exchanging faces with Alhaitham. Your friend's skeptical face morphs into a frown the longer their staring contest was, until Alhaitham resumed burying his face in his books as Kaveh let out a relieved sigh.

Hopefully, soon his face will be buried between your—

"He looks like he wants to kill me." You suddenly burst out laughing at Kaveh as he looks at you wondering what's funny.

"Why do you seem so happy?" The blonde man in front of you slams his hands on the table, his eyes blown wide in disbelief. "Aren't you forgetting I'm your only friend? You'll be a loner when I'm gone!"

"I think you've forgotten that I have other friends too. And I don't care if it means someone stops freeloading off the books that I bought." You said with an emphasis on the '"I". "We're not even from the same darshan!"

"But some of the core subjects coincide within schools so I borrow from you."

"Sorry but I really have a hard time imagining you graduating" Kaveh fumes at your mean comment and accidentally lets out a loud "HEY!", disturbing other students and earning a look from the supervising personnel.

And Alhaitham noticed that as he can't seem to focus on his studies anymore. Not when he clearly sees your shoulder rising and falling from laughter, the dumb blonde's ugly face frowning then joining you with smiles, and how the atmosphere between you and that guy seems so carefree, so easy. Unlike with him, he notices your nervous body language, the avoidance of his eyes, and how you hate his presence so much you suddenly shut off.

Alhaitham doesn't like it. He doesn't like it one bit. His fist clenches on his thigh, mind racing on how to get out of this ridiculous predicament he put himself in. He absolutely hates how you hold so much power over him. He even dropped his guard and opened the chance for you to dethrone him as the top student at the Akademiya.

Alhaitham sighs, deciding the library wasn't his peaceful place anymore and leaves out the door.

From the heavy workload you all are suffering, every student needs at least to let loose. Be it a strobe-lit room full of dancing nerds or intense drinking games that has lightweights falling down like candles, everyone who needs to wriggle out of their uniforms will go there, no matter how lame the partygoers are.

"Ugh, this sucks that it's Akademiya only. I see these faces every day, I wanna meet new people!" Your friend moans in agony, her head bending back in exasperation as you two move alongside bodies on the dancefloor. You nod in agreement, frowning then scanning the room for a certain gray-haired man with highlights.

To be honest, you don't care about the people you meet because someone already has your heart.

"Where is Kaveh?!" Your friend asks over the loud music and you roll your eyes before giggling drunkenly. "He's stuck in his dorm doing his assignments due tonight!" You shout with a smile on your face, feeling kind of sorry for the man who's missing out on such a party. "He'll be dead if he doesn't pass that!"

And you burst out laughing yet the grin quickly wipes off your face when your stomach churns and a sudden urge to vomit comes up your throat. You hold a hand up to signal your friend and then push your way to the nearest bathroom, fumbling with the doorknob until it bangs back to you alongside a moan. oh. it's occupied.

You don't waste time getting out of the party and throw your stomach's contents to the nearest potted plant. Apologies to the dendro archon repeat in your mind as you take deep breaths to find your footing, faintly registering the heavy footsteps coming behind you.

"Here" A hand holds out a handkerchief for you to take, your hazy mind looked up to see Alhaitham towering over you, feeling your knees giving up.

"Thank you" You mumble and take the cloth, wiping your mouth as discreet as you can. "I'll clean this—"

"No need to return it to me."

Then before he could turn around, you grab the hem of his jacket, lightly revealing skin with his sleeveless top. You gather yourself before standing upright, shaking your drunk head to make way for clarity.

With a mischievous smile on your face that you hope he would fall for, you propose a late-night rendezvous to the man in front of you.

"Let's go to the city outskirts and sober up."

"You're the only one who's drunk." He deadpans

"Aren't you getting tired of being cooped up in this tall tree? We won't even go that far! Besides, it's busy right now in the city and I heard you don't like people. It's much more quiet out."

He looks at you, contemplating your words, and stares at a part of your face for a bit too long.

It's unfortunately not what you think.

"Brush your teeth first and freshen up. I'll wait for you by the gate." He walks off and your face fell.

Needless to say, you had a little breakdown at your dorm while dressing up in front of the mirror, even looking dumped as you tell your friend you're going out for fresh air.

All changed and clean, you trek with Alhaitham to the city viewpoint. Greenery fills your nostrils as he helped you climb the elevated land. "Thanks" You mumble and he hums, laying down the blanket you brought with you. It was probably done out of good for himself but still, it makes you smile. Maybe you were a little too obsessed with this man.

"Wow, the divine tree looks so pretty from here. It's amazing—" You get cut off by his loud cough that caught your attention. You look back at him to find a tinge of pink on his cheeks, a sheepish look on his face. He licked his lips, a motion you followed with your eyes until he coughed once more.

"Move your skirt, I can see your...underwear" He hesitated before completing his sentence, averting his eyes to the forests from your plump pussy. Embarrassment floods you in turn, moving to a position where your lacy panties are not vulnerable to his eyes. It takes you a moment to recover from digging stares into the soil and for Alhaitham to calm his boner down quietly.

Gulping down the last bit of your embarrassment, you happened to make the purple plants behind you the topic of conversation. Leaning closer to it, you admire the glow of the flora and asked him an obvious question that your brain processed too late. "Are these lavenders?" The smile wipes off your face when you realize they aren't, bracing yourself for the incoming smarty-pants reply.

If it was any other person, he would construct a sentence that subtly hints "dumb" but you're different and he's sure you're not one. Your mouth just runs first before your brain.

"It doesn't take an Amurta student to know it's not lavender. From the shape of the petals, its thickness, and from the strange glow and scent that differs from that of lavenders, it's obviously not one. However, I fail to identify this peculiar-"

"Okay I get it!"

You huff. "It's sweeter though" You comment as you take another whiff of the flowers, the scent filling your nose and into your lungs, strangely lulling your body to relax. Alhaitham knows you shouldn't sniff strange plants in the wild but he also knows to shut himself up right now, lest he upsets you even further.

"It's so addicting like it can be made into perfume! I like the scent!" You exclaim, a sigh leaving your lips as you close your eyes.

As soon as you said you like it, he leaned and carefully sniffed the emitting scent; any reservations he had about the plant were gone as soon as his nose welcomed it. It smells like browned pages of books, the fervid aroma of spices, and...your hair. One that he had the chance to smell one fateful morning in the hallway, where he had to help collect your fallen books.

"It smells so good" He murmurs out of himself until he snaps back and hears your giggles.

"I know! What is this plant? It smells exactly like my favorite flower!"

That is alarming. Whose nose is broken? What exactly is this plant—

His face drops as a sudden burst of arousal hits him like a truck, his dick print rising as panic fills his mind. Oh. OH. How could he realize this just now?

"(y/n) stop. get away from it." His deep voice shocked you, even more so his large hand that dwarfed your wrist and pulled you away. It sent lightning throughout your body, weirdly feeling the sensation on your suddenly sensitive nipples and the insatiable itch that grows inside you.

You know exactly what you're feeling. And it doesn't take long for you to look at the plant with accusing eyes.

Alhaitham removes his hold on you, moving away to a safe distance from you and the flower. "You can go first, I'm better off staying here." His chiseled back faces you and it's hard to fight the urge to wrap your arms around him, you want to latch on him like a leech, crossing your legs on the blanket at the thought.

"I don't think I can travel all the way to the city anymore." You said

"You need to. It's dangerous here."

You have to. He can't exactly walk with his huge problem confined in his pants, nor can he jerk himself off with you behind him. Oh archons he thought about that and it accidentally turned him on further. He had to hold back his groan, hands already undoing his belt quietly until a warm, sneaky touch to his thigh jolts him.

"What the-" "Haitham...I'm sorry about this. I should've been more careful" You whine, slowly creeping onto his lap as his hands stop midair in shock. His cock was protesting heavily, letting out a pained grunt when your soft cunt decided to rest above his bulge. "Fuck! (y/n)!" You attach your arms around his neck, burying your face on his chest from your unexpected boldness. It comforts you to feel him hold your hips, pulling you closer to eliminate any space.

"T-there's this feeling of wanting to feel warmth. I feel weird Haitham." You cry out while subtly grinding against his bulge. To have it poke underneath you is already satisfying. What more if it could be inside you?

"You don't know what you're doing to me" He says in a breathless tone, directing light whispers to your ear. "I can't exactly hold myself back. You can go if you don't want to do this with me."

He's offering you an out.

At that, you scoff as you grind deeper against him, letting him hear your tiny moans just outside his ear; the liquid courage left in your veins makes you do things you normally wouldn't.

Anyways, intoxicated or not, you'd do anything just to have a taste of him.

You chuckle, delivering a rippling grind that was bumped by his risen dick. "F-for a man of your caliber, you're pretty dumb in sexual contexts."

You suddenly lift your skirt, letting him see your thighs and his hand immediately flew to it. The flesh he so yearned to caress was in the palm of his hand. And there you exposed the thin string of your lacy panty, bringing his hand to your secret part that's covered by the skirt.

Archons. You were wet.

"You think I want out? Fuck me."

Alhaitham failed to reply. He was too enamored with the wet feeling of your hole, his eyes keep darting between your face and what's underneath your skirt. He could see you liked it from the look on your face, and so he gives it his all as he pumps his fingers faster to gauge reactions.

"H-haitham stop! I don't wanna cum yet!"

"You will when I say so" He exerts dominance with just his deep voice, even more so he's the one fingering you. Alhaitham is the one in charge. You let out a whine higher than your usual voice, shivering in his hold as both of you feel the slow gush of cum.

"(y/n) you're amazing. so so sensitive."

You then kiss him on the cheek, head tilted with a smile. "We haven't even started. Wanna do this right here or go back?"

Alhaitham could still smell the sweet scent of flora, thinking about its effects. He actually wanted to do it right there for something risky but...

"Your call" He spoke and his gaze was affectionate as he returned the question to you.

Ever the longing for adventurous sexcapades, of course, you'll say

"Here. Fuck me here." Wrapping your arms around him for a tight hug, you bring him down with you against the blanket, giggling as the cold air hits your pussy together with Alhaitham's careful weight.

For two aroused individuals, it doesn't take long for the magic to be done. Alhaitham was very eager in undressing you; almost ripping your precious top apart like the tearing sound of your skirt. Not once did he break the lip-locking until you tapped his shoulder.

"Fucking hell? You can kiss-mmmph!" The man didn't even let you finish your compliment, because how could he? Your lips were swollen with your hair falling behind your back and the matching black bra decorating your torso was too pretty to remove, but he bets the mounds hiding was even prettier.

He shimmies out of his own clothing, flying them wherever they ended up. As you're enchanted by the removal of his pants, his sneaky fingers creep between your legs, slotting them above your panties, and checking how wet it is.

"Haitham!" You whine, sparks going to your cunt as his digits busy themselves on stimulating you. He needs to make sure they're wet enough, although deep inside he knows it's just an excuse to feel your wet pussy. He just can't get enough of how soft and stretchable it is.

Alhaitham groans, his hard cock becoming even more painful, aching for something to sink in. "Shit" He shivers, trailing pecks from your temples to both your nipples. "I'm gonna put it inside. Deep breaths darling. Red's the safe word."

The thick head suddenly intrudes at your opening, letting you feel the stretch that completely surrenders your body to his. As long as you're under him, you're in his care. Your Haitham won't let anything painful happen to his pretty girl.

"Y-you're big! Ahhh~" What should've been painful with someone of his large size has become pleasurable pain, probably thanks to the plant in your blurry periphery. It rouses you more and more as his cock glides within your wetness.

He buries inches deeper, shushing your grunts with sloppy kisses as he tries to fight the tightness. "Loosen up, it's alright." He says and you nod, letting his member push all the way through yet not hit the end.

"Deeper!-hah-you can still go further-AHHH!" You shriek. Eyes wide from Alhaitham's cockhead prodding at your deepest part. He was gaining momentum to slam his dick flush against you, letting out a sexy moan when he successfully does so.

He looks at what a breathless mess you are, just from merely entering he's unraveled you already. You shiver and throw your head back, the intense weight pulsing inside you makes you keen.

Alhaitham looks equally ravished like he's having a hard time moving back and forth—all thanks to how tight you are. "It doesn't hurt?" He asks, concern showing on his face and the slow pace.

"N-no. My pussy needs you more. Please!" You follow your sentence with a moan, feeling the wetness of sweat between your thighs and mixed substance from the both of you. Alhaitham nods and starts his game at a dizzying pace that rocks your vision up and down. Your moans start to vibrate too as you lay there and take his cock like you wanted.

"Haitham so good! Uh uh uh~" He picks up the pace, now feeling the easy glide against your walls from how wet you are. He pushes his hair back that falls on his face, focusing on where you're connected and the little bumps on your tummy when he knocks deep.

"Of course it feels good. You're dripping right now." Alhaitham talks while rocking his hips forward into your hole and you take note of the obscene pap sound his heavy balls makes against your skin. He leans down and nips you on the neck, showing some attention too on both of your breasts.

You tighten against him, squirming yet his strength in gripping your thigh coaxes you to calm down. "You know why it feels good?" He suddenly asks and you make a motion of squinting your eyes in confusion.

"Because you've been thinking about it the whole time, haven't you?"

"Ever since that day in the library—no." Alhaitham suddenly thrusts on the last word, exactly into your sensitive spot and it had tears springing to your eyes. "Ever since we met in that hallway. You've liked me...didn't you?" His cheeks flush red.

"W-what?" Your mind was too fucked out to process questions. But this seemed like an important one so you try and listen.

"Don't try to deny it (y/n). You're clenching so hard on me-ah fuck." The little flutters your walls make around his cock fuels him to pump and pleasure you harder. Alhaitham wants to be the one to give you what you want, what you deserve. No other man can see this view except for him, he'll make sure that he is the only thing you know after this.

You buck your hips up in tandem with his thrusts, whines falling out of your mouth as Alhaitham watches you transform into a cock hungry slut. You weren't even listening to him, and that's what he hates the most when he's speaking about something of importance.

"You slut. You weren't listening aren't you?" His tone had become dangerously low and you blink your eyes hoping some clarity would return to your mind. It's not your fault his cock is fat and long—

"(y/n)"

"I'm listening"

"Then what did I say?"

You don't reply and he clicks his tongue. You also watch it poke against his cheek, a sign that a man is ticked. "I'm sorry". An apology came out of nowhere but you deemed it was a good response to whatever he was talking about.

The length inside you slips away, something that made your eyes go wide into a pleading look.

"You don't even know what the fuck you're apologizing for." Then Alhaitham removes his cock inside you in one go. A moan rips itself out of you as you cry and kick his back with your toes, wrapping your legs around him tighter.

"No, please Haitham, put it in I'm sorry! You just feel so good—ah ohhh!" You sob then shiver as a puddle of white pools below, heating up in your body in embarrassment. And it doesn't help that Alhaitham is just staring at it with his stoic face.

"...You're unbelievable." He muses as he watches your abused cunt glisten, his dick twitching and begging to feel your warmth once again. You whine and sit up in an attempt to cling onto him but before your legs could move, he has your waist in a controlling grip and flips you over for you to face the blanket.

"W-why?" You stutter, legs shaking as they're unable to support your whole body on all fours. But Alhaitham doesn't reply and instead answers by prodding his tip at your entrance and burying himself to the hilt. You moan while the sheets are crumpled within your fists. You could feel the weight of his hands around your waist, his heavy balls making plop sounds against your ass as he rushes the pace to get to his high.

He's pretty sure you're too far gone with the way you're bucking towards him, whimpers mixed in with moans about how big he is and how good he is to you. He feels a sense of triumph upon corrupting you, gripping your chin to redirect for a sloppy kiss, barely able to contain himself with the way your tongue knocked on his own.

Alhaitham pulls away to see your glassy eyes and felt the need to pump his cock faster, fully making it his mission to make you cum while holding eye contact.

"Look at me baby, look at me while you cum. I'm the only one who can make you like this." The cockhead hits your spot and you scream, gushes of liquid going out from you as pleasure wrecks your weak body, shaking in Alhaitham's arms as he presses a kiss to your head, continuing to chase his high.

"Good girl"

"Haitham it's too much. I can't anymore!" You cried, squirming in his grasp yet he tells you to stay still, doing everything he can to finish inside you. You maintain eye contact with him, staccato moans vibrating with the impact of his thrusts as he suddenly pinches your clit, making you let out a yelp as squirts of cum embarrassingly come out of you.

In the middle of your haze, Alhaitham leans to your neck and sucks on your skin, whispering profanities and words that he would only admit in the heat of the moment.

His hips met against your ass, wetness coating his shaft as his abs flexes in each thrust. "I don't like it when you're with him—or anyone else." You realize he's talking about something important so you listen in, trying very hard to maintain sanity against the drag of his cock against your walls.

He's relentless, groaning as the flush of red deepens on his cheeks and at the tip of his ear.

"So remember that I'm the only one who gets to have you like this. You're mine (y/n), mine." He stills as a load of cum bursts inside you, filling you up nice and warm as you moan at his claim on you. He whispers another near your ear and his breath tickles along his large hands soothing your backside. "And I'm yours. I'm only yours, remember that too."

You let out a breathy chuckle, legs giving out along with your sore pussy that's still plugged with his seed. You turn to face him and he looked insanely good from your view, hair sticking to his forehead and a body that overwhelmingly covers your own.

"You're so obsessed with me, nerd." You jest, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before slumping against the ground, fatigued and dirty from the sex.

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ain't no love; pt. 2

"ain't no love in the heart of town"

— miles g morales x gn!reader series

SUMMARY: Miles Morales is just a kid without a father; the Prowler is just a "rotten" vigilante. Both of them start coming into your life — one in the middle of the semester, and the other by total accident.

SERIES MASTERLIST 📼 ← PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 →

chapter summary: [MILES POV] Miles thinks there's something sinister going on at Visions. But first, he has to ask you out — to a job fair.

content/warnings: mentions of food/hunger, implied kidnapping, use of drugs (not by miles or reader) and there are some word meanings at the end!

word count: 4.7k

a/n: never thought id make it this far. 2/4 yo! thank you @qiupachups for proofreading 🙏 my g fr

“Take your headphones out.”

“~Ain’t no love… in the hear–”

Miles slipped his earbud out before putting his hand into his pocket again; it’d go back in once he left the counsellor’s office anyhow. First, he had to deal with the woman in front of him — Ms. Weber, the woman he’d been avoiding all week.

“Why didn’t you come to see me yesterday?” The woman peered at him through her red-framed glasses. Her disapproving gaze was one Miles was yet to get used to.

“Had to uh, see a teacher.” Her gaze became more disbelieving than disapproving. It was true, though, his calc teacher wasn’t the only faculty member he seemed to be annoying today.

“Right, and they didn’t tell you to take out your headphones?” The woman leaned over on her desk much like Mr. Wellston had, except it actually had the intended effect, like he was talking to his mother; Miles fumbled a bit with the earbud in his pocket. “We need to discuss your extracurriculars.”

“Do I need extracurriculars? I mean, I kinda already got some.”

“Such as?”

“An extra calc class. And Spanish catch-up. And English—”

“Something that isn’t to do with your academics, Miles — hence extra-curricular. College applications are right around the corner.”

“I’m doin’ fine right now,” he shrugged. Weber didn’t look very impressed.

“If you wanna go out of state, "fine" isn’t enough. You’re not the only kid applying.”

“Not like I said that.” He leaned back, making his chair creak loudly.

Talking to Ms. Weber felt like a chore. Sure, she had his best interest at heart, but she’d never know the half of it. His cooperativeness was running thin as the ache in his muscles worsened — if only Aaron didn’t make him get so serious all of a sudden. Miles couldn't listen to everyone, he guessed.

The woman leaned forward, tilting her head, maybe for emphasis. “You can’t have your cake and eat it too, Miles.”

Leaning back wasn’t helping with the soreness, or Ms. Weber. “Not if there was no cake to begin with.”

She let out a breath, a more civil version of the loud sigh building up in Miles’ lungs. “How about this? You try your hand at some volunteering.”

“Volunteering?” He was already sure that he wouldn’t bother. He did plenty volunteering already — if illegal vigilantism counted.

“There’s a careers fair for freshmen soon. It’d look good on your application if you helped to organise.”

“Aren’t teachers supposed to do that?”

“I’m right in front of you.” Her tone was drier than his.

“You’re just a counsellor though—” Miles’ lips pressed together, Ms. Weber’s eyes narrowing at him. He didn’t want the same fate that guy had calling his mom “just a nurse”, but it came out before he could stop himself.

“The week after winter break,” she continued. Being a counsellor was less stressful than a nurse, it seemed.

Winter break was after this week — that was when he’d finally stop training for a little while. The week after was the job fair, and…

“So it’s just me that’s doin’ it?”

The counsellor contemplated for a moment, her own lips pursing. “You could ask someone to do it with you. One of your friends, maybe.”

Like he had one of those.

“Huh? What’d you say? Someone’s waiting? You got friends?”

“Miles, c’mon.”

Maybe he did.

“Yeah, fine — I’ll do it,” he muttered. Weber’s expression relaxed, as much as it could with that gruff air still about her.

“Okay, good. Just bring your friend here after school.” Miles simply nodded — now with another thing to think about. “You can go back to lunch.”

He got out of the chair, his hand already on the door handle before Weber spoke again.

“Well done on coming in, by the way.” Miles turned back for a moment, mumbling something like a thanks. He tried not to feel weird about the odd sincerity of her words as he walked through the hallways.

“~Ain’t no love, and in the heart of the city…”

Miles had a lot to think about in general, but only about 20 minutes to think about what he was going to say to you. He also thought about what he was going to eat later — maybe his mom made something. He hoped his uncle didn’t finish the stew. At least his stomach didn’t grumble… Miles tried not to smile, even if nobody was watching.

Though he wanted to talk to you outside of class, he never really had any excuse. The only reason he’d talked to you at all was because that Rafa asshole decided bothering Mrs. Hernandéz wasn’t enough. Miles wasn’t stupid, but Rafael had drawn a massive red target on his own back. It was a miracle that you decided to say something, for Miles and Rafael.

A little height difference wouldn’t make his ankles any harder to break. He half-shook away the thought. No need to get expelled when he had to be here for long enough to confirm his suspicions.

“He went missing, and now he’s teaching calculus at Visions?”

“Yup.”

“That’s my high school.”

“…Jeff did us a service with these files, huh man?”

And so Miles had gone to Mr. Wellston’s classroom with you. It only left him with more questions.

Wellston almost seemed askance when you two walked in together — he didn’t even mention Miles’ earbud. The man was reluctant to let Miles take the extra class with you, for some reason, but Miles could play dumb when he needed to. Something about the whole arrangement was off to him — like it had set off a sixth sense Miles didn’t have.

Really and truly, you were just some kid from his class that happened to be caught up in all of this. If he had a reason, he’d tell you to not go to that stupid class in the first place. He was probably a better tutor anyway — Wellston didn’t seem like the teacher type anyway.

But he was just some kid from your class too — Miles Morales. Gonzalo Morales, though he doubted you knew, or cared. Probably the only person who knew his middle name was his mom; she was always talking about it, his name — to be proud. He had his mother’s last name for a reason, one he never knew about until Aaron told him: keeping him away from crime — his dad’s side. If only she knew what he was up to now.

If only his dad knew what he was up to now.

Miles Gonzalo Morales — whoever that was, was sweating a little at the moment. That was walking quickly, not because he had to figure out what to say in the next 10 seconds. Talking to you? No big deal. He’d done it before… once.

Miles had talked to you once. This past week, all he’d learnt about you was your first name and the fact that you sucked at using your calculator.

Hunched over a textbook with a crumpled up juice box in your hand, Miles spotted you sitting by yourself in the corner of the cafeteria. It’d be an easy conversation: he could bring up the textbook and talk to you alone. The pang of embarrassment that shot through him said otherwise. You looked like you did in Spanish, quiet, focused, a little stressed — like the sketch of you that was crumpled up in his blazer pocket. In the sketch, you were facing away. Right now, your eyes were on him. Mier— (Shi—)

“Can you move?” Miles hastily stepped away, realising he was blocking the line. He tried not to catch the girl’s annoyed stare, and the many others, holding back his grimace and heading for your table.

He sat opposite you; the seat was cold, and he wished he’d brought his jacket. What if it looked like he was shaking, or something? This was stupid. It wasn’t that cold. Just ask, dumbass.

“Hey uh, pana.” Your eyes were on his again, and he tried to smile. “You studyin’?”.

“Trying to.” Gaze trailing back to the textbook, you closed it with a sigh he could only imagine with his music playing in-between the cafeteria noise.

The cover read “AP CALCULUS BC: 1st Edition” — he knew there were at least ten revisions. Maybe you liked collecting old textbooks like he did old comics — that’d be stupid.

“Still don’t know how you got six.” He took out his earphone, before realising what you meant.

“Litres per hour,” he corrected, immediately feeling like punching himself for it. “Could explain it… if you want.” The cold plastic cafeteria bench dug into his palm as his grip on it tightened. Miles Morales — Brooklyn’s only vigilante, and now an AP Calc tutor

“Uh, sure.” You took out a pencil, which clattered far too loudly on the table. He watched you grit your teeth at the sound before giving him an expectant, somewhat unsure look. Miles took the pencil in his hand and started scribbling in the back page of the textbook, with you watching intently.

It was slightly warm, and wrote nicely — would probably draw nicely too. Not important. Just solve the damn thing.

“Why does this equal to the derivative, though?” you interrupted, pointing at the garble of letters and numbers. He had to hold back a sigh, like he wasn’t the one to offer you help. If there’s one thing he didn’t get from his mom, that was his patience — no wonder she was a nurse and he wasn’t a tutor.

“Cause if you take g of x as like, let’s say v or sumn’…” he murmured, brows knitting together as he scribbled out a couple more lines on the side. Rewriting the equation, he glanced at you occasionally, hoping you were getting it.

“Wait, wait, so…”

A flash of realisation came over your face before you abruptly took the pencil from his hand, making his jaw clench as your hand brushed his. You continued the line of working, explaining it to yourself while Miles gave quiet “yeah”s and nods.

“Then all of that should equal six.” The pencil dropped with a quiet thud, rolling onto the inside of the textbook. “Litres per hour,” you added quickly, giving him a meek smile.

“…Yeah. You got it.” Miles could only hold your gaze for a moment, until the eagerness in your eyes had dissipated, and the two of you were left staring at each other. The bend of his knees practically hooked around the seat as he reeled back, realising he’d been leaning over a little too close.

Miles cleared his throat, pushing the textbook back towards you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up; maybe you were a little proud of yourself. All you needed was a little guidance — and he was able to make you understand. He smiled — mentally, of course. Miles Morales — best AP Calc tutor in Brookly—

“Did you need something?”

“Uh, yeah actually, uh…”

Uhhhhhh…

“Uh…?” you repeated.

Miles held his breath; maybe some survival instinct would force him to spit it out. How was he supposed to say this?

“You free? In a couple weeks?”

“…Huh?” Your eyes widened. The cafeteria seemed to go silent.

Definitely not like that.

“Uh, like, for a… volunteer thing,” he corrected, hastily. The way he grit his teeth made his voice sound funny. Nice going, Morales. “I’m doing it. Just thought I’d ask.”

“Oh, um…” Your eyes narrowed in thought, as Miles recovered from un-asking you out. “Maybe? What’s it for?”

“Some job fair — for freshmen.” Your expression turned uncertain. Miles bit the inside of his lip so hard he thought he might split it

“Um…” The way your eyes narrowed was making doubt pool in his stomach. “You know what? Yeah, sure.”

“Really?” Yes, you idiot. “I mean, uh cool.”

“Cool…”

The cleaners were starting to wipe away at the tables. No wonder it seemed so silent — most people had left. “So what do I have to do?” you

“You gotta go to the counsellor’s office after school. We’re gonna uh, help organise and stuff.” He swallowed dry. As much as he didn’t want to be the kid that was always in the counsellor’s office, it wasn’t like he could avoid it. You didn’t ever mention it, but it’s not like anyone did outright.

“Okay,” you nodded simply, letting out a sigh and throwing the ancient textbook into your bag. Miles stood up after you, flexing his sore, bench-marked hand.

“Are you sure you wanna go to that calc class?” you asked, making him look up.

It wasn’t like he had much of a choice — but you didn’t know that. “If you go to that fair.”

You smiled again, probably at the situation — maybe at him.

“Deal. See you Friday.” You waved, and Miles let out a sigh as you walked away.

Being a vigilante was way easier than talking to people.

“~When you were mine, oh I was feeling so good…”

The rest of the day dragged on with the soft kick of bass and the hum of a guitar in his ear. The only thing Miles could think about was the fact that he had to meet you after school. The fact that you said yes surprised him. You were classmates, acquaintances at most — maybe you could actually live up to the “pana” thing.

“~Cause your love lit up, the whole neighbourhood…”

“Miles — question eight?” Miles lifted his head from the desk, staring at the question sheet for a moment.

“Uh… forty two thousand,” he guessed, eyes narrowing at Ms. Calleros in a mix of doubt and hope.

“Forty two thousand what?”

“Six… Litres per hour.”

“Lit— Joules,” he stuttered out.

“…Yeah. You got it.”

Damn it.

RIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIING! Miles was thinking about you too much, and thinking about AP Physics too little.

“Remember your homework due next week!” his teacher called out as everyone scrambled to pack up and leave.

Miles let himself sigh; it was one of many he wanted to let out today. He drew his hand away from the ear with his earbud in. At the same time, he locked eyes with his teacher. Mierda. (Shit.)

She gestured for him to come to her desk with a not-so entertained look on her face. Nothing new, he supposed.

“You know you can’t have your headphones in during class,” she started, glancing at his palm with the earbud in it.

It was faintly murmuring. Miles just awkwardly pressed the pause button.

“I know.”

“There seems to be a lot you know and don’t put into practice, Miles.” It was like every teacher was out to get him. Guess he wasn’t being as sneaky about the music as he thought.

“Sorry,” he offered, half-heartedly. Might as well get this over with.

“What were you listening to?” she asked, eyebrow lightly raised. “Apart from my lesson.”

“Uh… don’t know the name.”

“Are you sure? Because it’s been playing all class.” And since lunch — he hadn’t bothered to turn it off. He didn’t know it was that loud, though.

“I gotta to go to the counsellor’s office…” Miles said in a way that sounded more like a question. He pointed to the door like it would help.

“And I have to go to a meeting, but here I am.” She readjusted her glasses, looking at him curiously — maybe more knowingly.

“Is something wrong? You’ve been pretty quiet today.”

“Nah. Just tired today,” he shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. There was an unconvincing beat of silence, before she unfolded her arms.

“…Well, I hope you feel more energetic soon.” Miles just nodded, making his way to the door.

Gracias a Dios… (Thank God.) She was leaving him alone.

“Oh, and good job on the quiz — one of the highest in this class.” Miles bit back the fleeting warmth in his cheeks, digging his hands further into his pockets.

“Thanks.”

Sometimes it was hard to remember that he wasn’t the Prowler all the time. Right know, he was just a kid: a kid who listened to his uncle’s favourite tracks and lived in a box with his mom in the city he called home — a city that was falling apart day by day.

“Miles!” That kid. That’s who he was — Miles Morales. And you were just you, jogging right behind him.

Stealing a glance of your expression — and hopefully nothing more — he kept ahead of you as the two of you walked to the counsellors office. Neither of you had anything to say, but Miles had so much to think about. You agreed to do the fair with him; maybe he shouldn’t have asked — he wasn’t here to make friends, after all. But you were here now, and he didn’t hesitate when he knocked on the door to the counsellors office.

“Come in!”

There was a screech of chairs as you two sat opposite the guidance counsellor, who was tapping away at her keyboard as usual. Miles’ eyes met yours for a brief second, and when you gave him a smile, he spent so long debating on whether or not to return it with his own that Ms. Weber had already placed a stack of freshly-printed papers on her desk.

“Firstly, you’re going to have to post these around school.” Miles looked at the obnoxiously modern and colourful posters, with “FRESHMAN CAREERS FAIR” in a dull font that was meant to look modern. He could probably make a better version himself, but he’d rather not spend any more time on the fair than he had to.

“I have a question,” you interrupted, straining to try and be polite. “Is this something I can put on my college application?”

“I’d assume so, since your friend is doing it for his,” Ms. Weber replied, glancing unassumingly at Miles through her red-framed glasses.

Like I wasn’t forced to. But you weren’t forced to. You chose to do this — for your… college application. Right.

“Okay, got it.” You nodded, letting Weber continue.

“Secondly, there’s a list of start-ups that will be here on the day. You should familiarise yourselves with them — you could find a useful connection.” Weber put a white piece of paper with some writing on top of the stack of posters.

“The ones that are highlighted are places we haven’t contacted yet.” There were only a few different businesses marked in yellow, one of which had “OSCORP” written next to it.

“Oscorp?” You seemed to notice too. Miles could only narrow his eyes.

“Their junior apprenticeship program starts soon” Weber explained, looking at Miles for a moment. “Maybe you should apply — especially you, Morales.”

Like Miles would ever work for Oscorp. They were the reason that his mom’s hospital was so underfunded. Unfortunately for him, he was supposed to pay them a visit anyway, regardless of how much he wanted to get into that tech school out of state.

“The fair’s going to be the Tuesday after winter break. Don’t forget.” She was looking more at Miles than you.

“Got it… Thank you, Ms…?” you trailed off, giving her a hopeful look.

She tapped sharply at the nameplate propped up on her desk. “Weber.”

“Ms. Weber,” you mirrored, nodding again and offering an awkward smile. “Thank you — we’ll try our best.

The two of you stepped out of the office, glancing at each other for a moment too long as you made it a couple of metres from the door.

“So uh…” you started. “Could I get your number?” …Huh?!

“Uh, I mean, like, so we can stay in contact,” you backtracked, trying not to grimace. “I mean, in case we need to talk over winter break.” He almost mirrored your grimace before nodding.

“Yeah, here.” Miles handed you his phone, careful to avoid brushing your hand this time before taking yours. He typed in his number, and then “Miles M.”

When he got his phone back, all you’d put in was your number. Without thinking, he typed in four letters: Pana. He slipped his phone in his pocket before he could question himself.

An extra class on Friday — with his pana. Miles could only rub his temples at the thought.

This whole school thing had gone farther than he’d hoped.

“As you exit, please be careful of the gap between the platform and the—”

Miles held back a grunt as people shoved past to leave the train carriage, eyes searching for you as he was practically being bounced around. If it wasn’t for Mr. Wellston’s useless rambling, he wouldn’t be going home on a Friday during rush hour, let alone on the last day before winter break.

“Stand clear of the closing doors, please.”

The top of your backpack peeked out and just as quickly disappeared as someone in office wear, and an enormous jacket, ploughed through right before the doors closed; he could hear your stumble.

“Cabrón… (Asshole…)” Miles muttered under his breath.

Truthfully, he’d passed his stop ages ago, but he wasn’t about to let you go home alone this late. He hadn’t even been this far down the line before, but he wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. Every night since you two went to the counsellor’s office, he’d been up, slinking through Brooklyn in his Prowler suit. People like you wouldn’t know, of course, but both Miles and his Uncle were picking up on things. With those dusty old police reports, the slew of missing people didn’t seem like much of a coincidence — and Miles didn’t think this “class” was one either.

In fact, Wellston himself didn’t seem like someone who was right to teach AP Calc. He certainly didn’t seem like the teacher type, and apart from that first class Miles had attended, all he really gave at this point were packs to do. And in that extra class of his, it was the exact same thing — except for that fact that he seemed to do everything to keep the two of you there.

“Are you sure you get it?” — “How did you get that number?” — “Where’s your calculator, Morales?”. Miles got you two out of there as fast as possible. At one point, he’d even written answers on your worksheet while Wellston wasn’t paying attention.

It was a hunch at most, but he’d always take his dad’s advice in stride, no matter how often he used to say it.

“Trust your gut, Miles.”

He wasn’t being over-protective, he was being cautious—

“What’s your problem, man?” Miles’ core tensed — like he’d done when training. He looked over to see you, and a total stranger.

“You got a place to be, huh? Can’t look where you’re goin’?”

Miles squeezed through a blockade of people to see you just standing there, unable to reply as a man blew up at you for seemingly no reason. The man’s words were getting progressively worse, his voice louder and his face so close to yours it made Miles cringe. The man’s eyes seemed to bulge out, but he wasn’t looking at you — or anything, really. He was clearly on drugs.

Miles was meant to get groceries for his mom. He kissed his teeth at the memory. Damn Wellston — and this guy.

The carriage was pretty much empty, being at the last few stops. Of course nobody cared when it came to stuff like this. Miles watched the veins in the man’s neck tighten, and his teeth were gritted together so hard it hurt to look at. He stopped his fist from clenching — he’d rather not start a fight with a junkie.

“Oy.” He put his hand on your shoulder, avoiding the man’s eyes. “Let’s get off here.”

“Wh—”

“Stand clear of the closing doors, please.” You two were out in about a second before the doors shut between you and the man, now violently knocking against the glass.

Holding onto your jacket, Miles kept you from falling as the train zipped past, the junkie long gone. He let out a sigh, eyes squeezing shut. This train station was stupidly bright.

“What was that for?” you asked, brows knitting together. “We could’ve just, I dunno, walked to a different carriage.”

“You serious?”

“The next train’s in…” Both of your eyes went to the screen, and you frowned. “20 minutes, Miles.”

“Well you would’ve had exactly zero minutes if that guy tried something.”

“Okay, that’s too far. There were other people—”

“They wouldn’t have done shit.” His annoyance only grew, and he couldn’t hold back when you were looking at him like that. “Where do you live? Cause it’s not Brooklyn — nobody gives a damn here.”

People were starting to look at you. “Are you gonna let go of my arm or what?”

Miles’ hand fell from your shoulder. He bit the inside of his cheek, his own heartbeat only muffled by the sound of the train approaching on the other platform.

“Do you really live that far?”

“Yes?” You said, almost incredulously. “Like, two stations away from here.”

“Then we’re walking.”

Your head snapped back to look at him. “Seriously?”

“You want me to leave you here?”

It came out more like a threat than a question. The realisation made Miles’ eye twitch, but that only served to make him look more pissed.

“Go on,” you replied, your expression lacking any conviction.

“Cabezón…” he muttered to himself, before turning to walk to the exit.

“What was that?”

Miles kept walking, and the sound of your footsteps a couple seconds later made him breath a sigh of relief. Maybe he was being paranoid, but he was almost certain someone was watching you back there.

When you both got to the gates, he waited before pulling you through the emergency exit with him. Despite your protest, you followed him through it, blending into the crowd of people leaving and entering the station. Metro cards were a waste of money anyway.

It was a long, silent and somewhat unsettling walk. Miles had been through every corner of Brooklyn, and right here was about where he’d start looking behind his back, even as the Prowler. For some reason, you just had to live a light year away from school and in one of the worst neighbourhoods in this damned concrete jungle.

Despite the regret building in his stomach from how he’d talked to you, he was forcing more rational concerns into his head: the turns you were taking, the people they passed, how close he should stay to you. All of it was habitual at this point, but he couldn’t risk being caught off-guard, especially when every adult man you passed was starting to look a bit too much like Wellston. If you were closer, maybe he could’ve kept an arm around you, or something. Good thing his mom wasn’t here to beat his ass for thinking like an idiot.

Trying not to imagine his mom’s voice, Miles kept just a few inches behind you, right until you reached the front door.

“…Thanks.” He couldn’t read your expression — when was the last time he overthought something?

“Don’t worry about it.”

There was another beat of silence, interrupted only by the “beep!” of your electronic key fob at the door.

“See you.” Your voice echoed through the hall, followed by footsteps as the door slowly shut in front of him. “Be safe.”

Like he needed to be told that. “…You too.”

Miles lingered by the door, looking at you for a moment longer before he forced himself to turn away. Almost immediately after, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket — Uncle Aaron.

42nd street

Special delivery for your ma

A supply interception — his mom’s hospital was probably short by now. Miles squeezed his eyes shut, blinking away the exhaustion before replying.

omw Delivered

His day hadn’t ended yet — not by a long shot. The Prowler was always on the clock.

pana = casual term used to refer to friends, means "buddy" or "pal" (used in puerto rico, venezuela etc)

cabezón = means "stubborn" or "big-headed"

from here on out it's just straight up drafting cause i wrote part 1 and 2 ages ago but i don't have anything for part 3 and 4 so !!!!

upload schedule if you didn't know is gonna be: this series one week and then a random one shot the next week (so hopefully ill post part 3 in around 2 weeks? im DROWNING in school work atm so don't hope too hard...) anyways have a good one ^^

reblogs appreciated as always <3 go back to the series masterlist here or go to my atsv masterlist here!

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nkogneatho · 6 months

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pasi do you think iwaizumi had a slut era when he was at college in california >.> 🎤

—cw: fem!reader, slight cockwarming, nicknames, both reader and iwa are kinda dominating.

absolutely!!! he was a hot shot in high school, but with all the burning teen passion in him, he never really put that much emphasis and importance on romance.

but as soon as iwa went to a new country, something in him shifted. yeah, he was still very career oriented but the foreign air had gotten to him. no one can deny he looks hot. And those biceps???!! helloo?!! all the girls at his university were obsessed with him. he didn't show it at first but he liked the attention. the rude and tough personality was now easing in into a more flirtatious and smug one.

it boosted his ego. especially when he found there was an ongoing rumor about the size of his cock among all the girls in the university. he'd become such a slut, fucking girls left and right. one of his moves were to ask the girl if they woukd tutor him (knowing damn well he has the textbooks inked in his brain), and then lure them in with his sweet words. then fuck them. there were times (a lot of times), his roommate walked in on him with every new chick.

but it got on his nerves that out of all the girls in the uni, why were you not interested in him. he had tried to hit on you a few times but all you did was ignore or replied with sarcasm. it's not that you didn't find him hot. he was packed. you just didn't want to fuel his ego and become a nobody the next day. you wanted to leave an imprint on his mind.

so now when he had you on top of him, he was salivating. his big torso casting a shadow in the nightlight on the bed.

"c'mon. I didn't ask you to shut up. tell me the answer, hajime," you cooed.

"demand analysis is—fuck!" his speech struggled as you clenched your pussy around his dick. "just move goddamit."

"answer me first. or have you become too much if a slut that your brain cannot remember anything else?" your tone taunting. he tried to furrow his brows in fury at being called slut but the way his cock twitched inside you, you knew he liked that remark.

"fuck this shit." he threw the textbook off your hand to the other side of the bed and grabbed you by your hips. you moaned when he picked you yp before slamming you down on him.

"anh! this—this isn't fair. you didn't answer," you closed your eyes, still complaining.

"shut up, princess or i won't let you come." His hips had started catching up to a desired pace.

"fuckfuck!ugh! what—oh what about the test?"

"i know everything. i called you over to fuck this pretty pussy." you knew it was going to happen. you came with the same intention. you don't wear a matching set on any normal day. you threw him further on the bed, his back hitting the plain. your hands placed each on the either side if his pelvis bone.

"i knew you were a slut, iwaizumi hajime," you angled yourself in such a way that your clit would rub against his skin as his dick is busy plunging deep inside you. "good thing i know how to use a slut."

#iwaizumi smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x fem!reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #soulmoots.°•♡#fawn♡

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clairdelunelove · 3 months

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sunset boulevard

itadori yuuji x f!reader

genre: fluff! (blind date! one shot)

warnings: none, 2.6k words

synopsis: you don't do blind dates; too much risk with little reward. but your friends assure you that this time it'll be different. and when the epitome of 'the boy next door' starts talking to you at the amusement park– you think they're right.

a.n. haha, not my brainrot about itadori being so bad that I had to write this. and nu, I've never been on a blind date before but imma write about it :3

you created it on a whim. encouraged by your friends’ prodding and teasing about your love life- or lack thereof- so your fingers clicked on the newly downloaded app. meant to be just for fun. a silly topic for your girls’ night. “just for the plot,” you told them with a knowing shake of your head when they all impishly giggled. a generic dating app where most people on there had an ulterior motive and would do anything to achieve it. but you weren’t willing to accept that, promising yourself to keep boundaries. the limit that you’re willing to bargain on is a public date. emphasis on the ‘public’ part because your friends are already scheming. whispers about a netflix and chill type of date. but you sign into the app, choosing a couple pictures of yourself that are adequate enough to catch some attention, and write a creative bio. it’s impressionable. modest. wholesome. definitely not the route that your friends desired for you to engage in. “done,” you state matter-of-factly. a beat of silence passes. the realization that you’re actually agreeing to this sets in. much to your chagrin, your friends end up snatching your phone from your hands and adding their own spin to your profile. editing your pictures to the ones that they have on their phones. “we’ll set you up with someone good for you,” your friend reassures with a good-natured pat on your back. “real good,” your other friend slyly drawls and bursts out laughing with the others. you don’t know whether your stomach twists from nervousness or anticipation from their ruse.

ten minutes until your date is deemed late. twisting your wrist, you glance at your watch again just to confirm your suspicion and huff. you’d arrived half an hour earlier than the time your friends texted you. your motto was that it was better to be incredibly early than late, especially since you had no idea what your date looked like. but the fear of being deserted causes you to shift on your feet as you sidestep out of the way for a group of teenagers to pass. wouldn’t be the first time you’d get stood up. glancing upward, you double-check that you’re standing underneath the carnival’s main attraction– the ferris wheel. its bright, illuminated colors jump out at you, almost mockingly, as if to highlight the gloomy frown plastered on your face.

“waiting for someone too?”

the voice snaps you out of your daze and you’re left peering up at the person that seemingly appeared out of thin air. he’s attractive– the kind of appeal that leaves you breathless from his inquisitive eyes and easy grin. a slender hand is carded in his hair as he patiently awaits for your response.

“yeah,” you croak before hastily clearing your throat, “I am.”

it shocks you that he’s even conversing with you. clad in a yellow hoodie and denim jeans, he’s the epitome of 'the boy next door.' could probably win the role for starring in the newest coming of age movie that’s bound to gain revenue just from his visage. he’s adorned in vibrant colors that contrast your pastel-toned clothes and you self-consciously pull at your shirt.

“wanna check out that game right there? promise it’ll be quick!”

from the corner of your eye, you recognize that he’s angled towards you as the question leaves his lips. gosh, is he talking to you? almost like he’s inviting you to spend some time with him in the meantime.

dumbfounded, your mouth drops open as you point to yourself, “me? you’re talking to me?”

“of course!” he replies enthusiastically like it’s second nature for him to hang out with strangers, “might as well take advantage of the time, right?”

he adjusts his backpack by slinging the dark strap over his shoulder and turns to walk in the direction of the nearby carnival booths that have games lined up for customers. you note that he attempts to blend in with the crowd but his upbeat attitude is too perceivable. has a glimmer in his eyes that attracts the ogling of bystanders. luminescent signs light up the path to the section dedicated to the midway. wooden signs promising ‘fun’ and ‘a winner every time’ written in bubbly font. it’s enticing. it’s fun– an experience that you’ve lacked recently. and before you can argue that you’re waiting for someone, the blushy haired male ushers you to follow with a wave of his hand.

“c’mon!”

you’re lightly jogging after him, short strides compared to his long ones, and manage to catch up to him with an exasperated breath. he’s fit; not the type where his physique screams ‘gym rat’ but rather that he’s the epitome of good health.

catching sight of you beside him, he gleefully chuckles, “knew you’d be up for some fun! I’m–”

he breaks off to gawk at a booth that grabs his attention and instantly treads through the crowd to line up for it. the game has the typical objective of knocking over a pyramid of milk bottles. you stare at it expectantly, knowing that this midway game is usually fixed; bottles stacked on the bottom are filled with sand or lead that weigh in a couple extra pounds and the given ball is unusually light. he’s buzzing with excitement, though. hastily patting his pocket, he pulls out his wallet and whips out enough money to buy a turn.

“I’m itadori yuuji, by the way,” he finally continues his belated introduction while pushing the money into the midway worker’s hands.

“yuuji,” you repeat and savor the name on your lips, “these games are usually rigged, ya know.”

"are they?”

he doesn’t seem bothered by the carnival’s dirty tactic, however. merely chirps a word of gratitude when the worker tosses him the singular ball and deftly explains the rules of the game. the customary one chance to knock over all three milk bottles and you knowingly press your lips together.

yet, your eyes comically widen as he begins to strip his hoodie off and hands it to you, “can you hold this for a second? thanks!”

straight away, the movement coaxes onlookers to turn their attention to the both of you. steely gazes focused on the cuts of muscle on yuuji’s arm as he rolled his shoulder to stretch. you’re no exception. in fact, you take back what you earlier assumed about his physique. baffled by how his baggy clothes managed to cover his impressive build, you hurriedly turn your chin to hide the warmth that spreads across your cheeks and neatly tuck his hoodie under your arm. his physique is essentially out of a magazine— broad, beefy shoulders that taper off into a small waist.

your lips move before you can stop them. “you got this!”

an expression of shock paints his face due to your encouragement before he flashes you a lopsided grin; boyish before he concentrates. there’s a gleam in his eyes as he retracts his arm like he’s winding up to pitch in a baseball game. then, he lobs— no, hurls— it straight at the tower of milk bottles. the ball whizzes through the air and the targets come crashing down from the sheer power of his throw. it’s startling. dazed, you’re left wondering if the stranger you just met is secretly superhuman.

“we have a winner!” the midway worker roars to the enthusiastic crowd.

“yes!”

yuuji pumps his fist in the air as the worker and a couple people in the crowd come to congratulate him. he’s all smiles now. there’s a big, toothy grin plastered on his face when the worker hands him his prize; a large teddy bear that has a red bow on its chest and the sheer size of it has him grasping onto it with both hands.

“look!” he exclaims and gently shakes the stuffed toy in his grasp, “do you like it?”

you can’t help but giggle at the exhilaration behind his gaze, “it’s cute!”

he’s clearly pleased by your reaction, swiping a finger over his nose before bursting out into laughter and your heart fills. his habits are so endearing and wholesome that it’s heartwarming. abruptly, the teddy bear is pushed into your chest and yuuji's knuckles brush against yours from the maneuver. the stuffed bear’s big, beady eyes stare at you as yuuji deliberately turns to shrug on his hoodie again.

“it’s for you!”

his confession is a little muffled as he extends his arms through his sleeves and it occurs to you that he’s whirled away from you for a reason. a dust of pink washes over his cheeks and he runs a sheepish hand through his tousled hair.

“I won it for you,” he reiterates, almost bashful, “I mean, you did come and spend some time with me when you were probably busy but–”

it’s a stark contrast from the confident and affable guise that he’s shown you. a peek into his personality that you’ve yet to appreciate. he kicks at a stray pebble on the pavement while his hands are shoved into his pockets. the way his blushy hair is a similar shade to the tips of his ears causes you to inwardly melt.

your thoughts go haywire but a demure smile stretches across your glossy lips, “thank you, yuuji. I love it.”

he clears his throat, murmurs a comment about how it’s not a huge deal, and faces you. yuuji blinks— once, twice, and his gaze softens. then, he utters a compliment that goes straight to your heart.

“you look cute like that.”

it’s straightforward, candid but you still ask, “like what?”

“happy.”

you let him tug you to the next midway booth.

“aw, come on!”

yuuji’s droning is followed by the teasing nudge he gives you. the touch draws out a yelp from you and the sound immediately reduces him into a laughing fit. for now, the both of you agreed to do a little sightseeing before the amusement park closed for the day. it was already evening; the sky was a cascade of apricot and vermilion. a beautiful vision to match the day. spending time with yuuji was like being in a trance. time seemed to slip quicker when he was with you.

naturally, your fingers reach to pinch his cheek due to his antics.

“ow!” he cries and childishly rubs at the inflicted area, “not my fault I’m good at every game here.”

although the blushy haired male is telling the truth, you can’t help but pout at his words because yes– he was basically a professional at every game in the midway. you’ve tried your hand at a couple booths. yuuji insisted on paying for anything you touched and fondly watched. however, he was soon tagged in whenever you were unsuccessful and he managed to turn the game’s odds around. evident in the countless plushies that’s tucked in his strong arms. all of them were for you, of course. he just plucked them out of your grasp when you briefly mentioned how your arms were getting tired from carrying them around.

“you’re in denial!” he singsongs and grins wider when he hears you huff in exasperation.

“I am not in denial!”

“you are!”

“well, you’ve spent a lot on these games,” you pause to lower your voice, “and on me. you haven’t even known me for that long.”

unsurprisingly, he recognizes the concern laced on your words and stops walking. his brows furrowed. the teasing grin is wiped from his face and is replaced with a tender gaze. forever wise and dependable. he leans down, hooks a finger under your chin, and murmurs his reasoning.

“honestly,” his voice trails off in remembrance, “I barely have any time to do fun stuff like this so I'm taking advantage of it.”

the sentiment is supposed to be understandable, one that many individuals’ share in life. yet, you can’t help but assume that his words weigh heavier than the average person’s. it stabs at your heart to know that such a kind soul is no stranger to heartache.

“besides,” he interrupts your train of thought and gleefully grins, “I get to win a pretty girl some prizes. sounds like a win to me.”

with an affectionate compliment, yuuji cleverly brings back the light-hearted mood from earlier. he’s skilled at this– redirecting your focus through an optimistic point of view. one of his traits that you’re smitten with. fondly patting your head, he takes a step back and rises to his full height. he’s still gauging your expression, though. his eyes are like liquid honey from this proximity and you’re in awe. truth be told, you might never meet another person quite like him.

you can’t help but poke fun, “are you saying that you usually pick up girls at the amusement park, yuuji?”

“me? nah,” then he murmurs, a tinge of guilt coating his words, “I was actually supposed to go on a blind date here.”

the remark leaves his lips in a single, rushed breath like it’s been bothering him the entire time. he’s quiet. his arms tighten around the stuffed animals in his grasp and he tilts his head in contemplation. he’s internally battling himself. why did he have to open his mouth? is he ruining this and digging his own grave? frown deepening, he vaguely wonders if he should’ve brought it up in the first place. perhaps you would think of him differently and then–

from this angle you get a glimpse of his throat bobbing before he quickly adds, “but I liked this better.”

what the blushy haired male isn’t expecting, though, is how your face breaks into astonishment, “wait. a blind date? I’m supposed to be on a blind date too!”

you couldn’t believe your luck.

“you’re (y/n)?”

willingly nodding at his inquiry, yuuji sputters in disbelief and shifts the prizes under one arm so he can put a hand on your shoulder, “this is crazy! like, crazy in a good way but still– crazy! who would’ve thought, right?”

long arms blindly reaching for you, he wraps you into a hug that has your face squished into the hard expanse of his chest. he’s laughing wildly– a genuine sound that brings an emotion that knocks the wind out of you because he’s truly thrilled that you are his blind date. your fingers grip the back of his hoodie, allowing yourself to be engulfed in his warmth.

“and here I was dreading the blind date that kugisaki and fushiguro set up for me,” he thoughtlessly mumbles in your hair while retelling his own version of how his friends forced encouraged him to go.

pulling away, albeit unhurriedly, the both of you exchanged phone numbers and promises of keeping in touch were whispered into the evening air.

“you can text me whenever you want,” yuuji tucks his phone back into his pocket while sheepishly grinning, “even if you don’t have a reason to.”

cheekily texting him a greeting, for the fun of it, you grin when his phone dings at the notification, “I will.”

puffs of warm air swirl and intermingle into one. his eyes twinkled in the streetlights’ rays of light. it was romantic– sickeningly so that you wondered if you were dreaming.

yuuji ended up lending you his hoodie, chuckling when the bright, oversized garment swaddled you. he even walked you back to your place and waited in the chill until he heard the door’s lock click into place. there’s a bounce in your step when you waltz into your bedroom.

with all the stuffed animals neatly lined up on your bed, you instantly snap a picture of you and yuuji’s winnings. your fingers swiftly dropped the photo in your friends’ group chat before sending it to yuuji. and your lips curl into a smile when his text bubbles immediately appear on the screen. memorabilia of your first– successful– blind date with someone that was too good to be true.

#jujutsu itadori #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #yuuji fluff #itadori x y/n #itadori yuuji x reader #jjk x reader

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gogomatthew · 6 months

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You’re mine

KINKTOBER DAY 2: Mutual masturbation

PAIRING: SPENCER REID X READER

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST HERE🎃💗

warnings: stalking • mutual masturbation • semi public sex • humiliation • phone sex • paranoia? • mentions of violence • let me know if I missed any •

A/N: sorry about the KTOBER delay.. this ones a little dark but ill make up with a sweet one next week! reminder english isnt my first language but feel to correct any grammar mistakes

summary: Spencer fears he is being stalked after receiving gifts from a secret admirer only to fall for her • MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+

“Hey whats wrong?” Morgan stops Spencer as he rushes into the BAU frantic with an orange envelope at hand “Gather everyone in the conference room please” he gets out of morgans grip and makes his way there. “Whats this about?” Hotch walks in confused on the whole situation, raising a questioning eyebrow at Spencer “Ive been on edge the past month and yesterday I received this..” he hands the envelope to Hotch. Inside theres a handwritten letter with the words “I know you were thinking about me” and multiple photographs of Spencer jacking off in his room.

Truthfully he didn’t want to show anyone but this was getting out of hand. In the photograph his room was illuminated by warm toned lamp, his mouth hung open and anyone with half a brain could assume he was letting out sounds of pleasure, his head was thrown back and his eyes were shut tightly, while his hand wrapped around his leaking dick as he lazily sat on his desk chair with his trousers hanging around his ankles. Hotch’s eyes go wide for a second as he quickly puts the pictures away only making his subordinates blush grow a burning pink. The team share a few glances and connect the dots in an instant. “Morgan you have experience in obsession crimes.. what do you think this is?” Hotch asks after analyzing the letter he spoke up “Are these the only “gifts” you’ve gotten? any other notes we should know about?” morgan glances up at him making sure to put emphasis on the word “gifts”

“I-I mean theres always a lingering feeling im being watched and I got a bouquet of flowers last monday along with a letter every other day from a “secret admirer” but I didn’t think much of it.. I just assumed some neighborhood boy was playing a prank on me..” he says running his fingers through his silky brunette hair, clearly stressed out “looks like you’ve got a groupie” spencer looks back down to morgan “HUH?” morgan hands the letter back to spencer “The writing is clearly written by a female, its dainty and not aggressive.. almost as if to show her love and devotion to you instead of threatening you. That isnt to say she wont get violent later on.. it may trigger her to see you with another woman around her age maybe something set her off and decided to finally make her move.” hotch lets out a breath “Morgan, Reid, you stay here and find a motive, Prentiss and I will go to the scene and try to get more geographical information on how they even managed to take these photos.. wheels up in 30” and with that everyone’s getting to work.

They made a geographic profile, retraced steps, came up with a profile and even a plan on how to catch the unsub. “We think our unsub is a female in her mid 20s, if you were to cross her path shed blend right in, shes not very confident or careful but she is smart, if you bumped into her she’d apologize even if it wasnt her fault, she has an obsessive personality though she probably doesn’t even realize it odds are if she were to go through a psychotic break she would only go after Spencer or people close to him so we don’t have to worry about civilian safety” after notifying the local PD they develop a plan.. Emily was going to pretend to be Spencers girlfriend, holding hands on the subway, walking him home, spending time in his apartment ect, to get a rise out of the unsub, it was a long shot that youd even buy it if youve been stalking spencer but it was worth a try “you sure you got this?” she looks up at Hotch as he adjust her mic pack and silently nods as Spencer copies her movement.

That afternoon he and Emily walk out of the subway station hand in hand making their way to his apartment, god Spencer wasn’t lying.. Emily could feel eyes on her but couldn’t pin point where they came from but they managed to make goosebumps arise from her. That night there was no love letter at his door. This was either the start of a psychotic break or you backing down. Morgan was stationed at the location they assumed the photographs were taken, assuming you’d come back. Emily spent the night at spencers place and left during the early hours of the morning to make it all the more convincing. After she left Spencer did his morning routine like usual, a shower, setting the coffee pot, changing, grabbing his satchel and heading out but he was stopped by a piece of paper that was stuck between the front door and the frame, falling onto the ground. The note was different, it seemed messy and rushed. It read “Im still here” a shiver ran down his spine. His gut told him to just get on the subway and go to work and develop his highly intelligent team but his brain told him to take matters into his own hands. He stormed out of his building and made his way onto the sidewalk hoping to be able catch you before you got too far. He had the profile now all he needed to do was find you and he knew just how to do that. He stormed into the subway station proceeding to walk a little faster than usual. He felt eyes on him and immediately he turned around and met your eyes by sheer luck. He kept his eyes on you and you stayed frozen in place looking away from his gaze but not moving an inch.. could it be you? He knew morgan always trusted his gut and maybe it was time he did the same. As he started approaching you your eyes went wide and you sped walked away. You fit the profile, the only thing they didn’t mention was how attractive you were. He caught up to you quickly having the advantage of long legs “hey” he puts a hand on your shoulder giving you goosebumps “im meeting my girlfriend for coffee but I dont know which track to take.. do you think you could help me?” he give you a nice smile that you return but he notices your demeanor going cold at the word girlfriend.

“yeah totally! where are you meeting?” your fists are clenched at your sides, this was almost too easy “Virginia coffee house” he says simply “you’re gonna want to take the 53, it should get here in about 10 minutes.. that’s actually where im heading too” he smiles a little wider “I don’t suppose you mind waiting with me then?” you nod “not at all!…” you fidget with your fingers “actually im gonna go to the restroom” you turn to rush off with him hot on your heels, he wont forgive himself if he lets you get away.. he has to trust his gut when it’s screaming right at him he needs to know more. He follows you into the bathroom at the station which is thankfully empty and locks the door behind him “Spencer what are you doing?” you say and quickly realize your mistake as his expression falters “I never said my name was spencer..” your eyes widen as you start to back up into the sink “sorry I- my brains all scattered” you try to play it off with a laugh but hes not laughing. He starts to get closer and closer to you as you continue to step back “heres what I think and feel free to correct me if im wrong, but just know ill know if you’re lying, I study human behavior for living but of course you already knew that” your backed up completely into the sink and have nowhere to run as he continues to get closer until he finally towers over you face inches apart “I think you’re my little groupie.. I think you watched me get off and took pictures to touch yourself too.. I think you leave love letters at my door.. I think you’re jealous of my fake girlfriend and I think..” he whisper the next words right into your ear “you’re desperate for me” he hates to admit it but some animalistic part of him just wants to take you right there in the bathroom and make you scream his name to humiliate you just as you did to him. You’d proudfully admit that his accusations made your panties soaking wet, having to squeeze your thighs together for any friction.

Just then a loud knock at the door interrupts you both breaking away “whys the door locked?” you hear through the door “you’re right” you say before speeding off and disappearing into the crowd as soon as the lady at the door gets it open. Spencer rushes out ignoring the strange looks he gets but ultimately looses you. He lets out an exasperated sigh and with that hes on his way to work.

Coming back to an empty apartment was never fun but he couldn’t shake his head off with what happened just a few hours prior in that bathroom. He starts palming himself through his trousers and groans wishing it was you. He unbuttons his jeans and pull out his dick, stroking it as it fill the room with the wet sounds of his precum smearing all over his shaft “fuck” he sits at his desk and there he sees you. You’re on the balcony of the building across the street. The complex next to the one morgan was previously situated at the day prior. Camara leaning next to you, phone in one hand as your other hand starts to glide down your abdomen between your thighs successfully getting a whimper out of Spencer.. hes never been this exposed. He hears his phone ring and you mouth at him to answer it and he obeys. You let out breathy whines as you start to circle your clit matching the pace of the hand wrapped around his dick. His eyes are open staring straight at you, he dosent want to miss a single second of this. His own morality not even bothering him anymore, not when he feels this good and has this view. “Fuck” He stands up from his seat and walk closer to the window, he starts to glide his hand faster even teasing himself by running his finger through his slit “mmm” he knows you can hear him but he cant hold back his sounds god hes never felt this good under his own touch, he thinks it’s pathetic he has to imagine its your even though you’re only a few feet away. “faster” he demands. His ty is loosened but his shirt is still on and how you wish you could just see all of him, you insert 2 fingers into yourself struggling because theyre not long enough to give you as much pleasure as you need, you lean over the edge and hold on to the railing of the balcony giving spencer a better peek at your tits “you’re fucking c- crazy” he says with heavy pants inbetween every word “me? im not the one stroking my dick to my “stalker” god you hated that word but you heard him refer to you as that before, he lets out a deep growl “yeah well im not the stalker” the call is filled with whines and moans from both ends, you start nearing your climax “im gonna- hah-“ your words are cut off by your loud whimpers “aww cmon baby- you can write someone whos never even seen you heartfelt love letters but cant- ah finish- mm your own sentence” hes teasing but in reality hes in the same position as you “fuck- you” his open mouth turns into a smirk “bet youd like that” thats it, something in you snaps and your practically screaming and writhing in place as Spencer delivers his final pumps to his cock before he’s leaking cum onto his own chest with heavy whines as he tries to catch his breath with his eyes closed.

When he finally opens them to see you shock is evident in his face when you’re already gone and the line is left ringing. He buttons his pants and runs to his front door trying to catch you but instead his eyes land on another envelope. He opens it expecting it to be another love letter and pictures of him jacking it only to be met with photographs of YOU touching yourself, your mouth dropped open, hand on your pussy, only showing the bottom half of your face, the note attached reads “you have my phone number now.. id appreciate going on a date with you before you turn me in - your dearest Y/N” god this was going to be fun.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #dom spencer reid #sub!spencer reid #dark fanfiction #criminal minds

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intoanotherworld23 · 1 year

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Princes Choice

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: None

Summary: Everyone knows about the royal family the Evanses, especially their promiscuous son, Chris. Then one night they invite all the women, and their parents to a ball to make a major announcement that will change your life forever

"Y/N dear are you almost ready?" Your mothers screeching voice called out to you.

"Yeah mom I'm ready." Responding to her as you took one last look in the mirror.

Tonight you and your family were invited to the royal family the Evans castle. Nobody knew exactly what it was for just that it was mandatory for every family that had a daughter over the age of eighteen to attend.

Some people had suspicions as to what this party was for, but of course nobody dared speak a word about it. Everyone in the town would be glamouring up their daughters, and hoping they would catch a certain man's eyes.

You've never met the Evans but you've heard many stories about them. There were rumors they were cruel and heartless, and then there was some that were sweet and down to earth. Nobody really knew what they were like expect for what people wanted to perceive them as.

Now their son Chris on the other hand everyone knew about him. He was notorious for being a womanizer and a drunk. Having a new woman warming his bed each month. Kicking them out whenever he was bored with them. He wasn't married, and never intended to marry.

Scaring any woman off that his family tried to arrange. He was the only heir to the throne, and they didn't know what else to do. His parents were at their wits end with him, and knew he needed to grow up sooner or later.

Thing is you've never seen the prince or what he even looked like. Not even in pictures. So for all you know you could meet him tonight and then have no idea. You knew what his parents looked like, but you were clueless to him.

Which is what made you even more nervous when you heard about the letter. The last thing you wanted was to secretly meet the pompous prince, and then he falls for you and wants you all to himself. Then demanding you leave your family behind to come live at the castle.

Of course when your mother received the letter from the castle she about passed out. Screaming through the house about how you were going to get married dancing around the rooms by herself. Your mother wanted you married off to a wealthy man as soon as possible.

You were the only child so of course she was extra pushy with you. No man had ever asked for you to marry them, and you certainly didn't expect that to happen any time soon. You were never lucky in the art of love. Disappointment after disappointment with each relationship you've had.

"Get your ass down here now we're going to be late." Rolling your eyes as you adjusted the straps of your dress.

Grabbing your phone and putting it in your purse you carefully walked down the stairs. Both of your parents standing there waiting for you. Turning up to look at you all dressed up your mother clasping her hands up to her mouth as she smiled widely.

"You just look so beautiful."

"Yes honey you look absolutely perfect."

Both your parents complimented you as you sheepishly looked down at your heeled feet. You've never been one for getting all dolled up like this, but of course this was something different and lord knows what was actually happening tonight.

"Do I really have to wear this dress?" Looking down at yourself in emphasis. "I mean don't you think it's a bit much?"

"Absolutely not you have to look your best when visiting the royal family." She nodded her head at you.

"I look ridiculous mom." Tossing your hands up just wanted to go back upstairs and change.

"You look just like a bride." Frowning at her words hating how she chose the lightest colored dress she could find. "Doesn't she look like a bride?"

"Yes dear she does." His tone unamused as he just gave you a sly wink making your smile.

"I'm changing." Turning to head back upstairs her voice stopping you.

"Oh shut up you're going and that's final." Waving her hands around as you father laughed to himself.

"Can't I just stay here and you guys act like I don't exist?" Suggesting keeping your fingers crossed.

"That's ridiculous they know we have a daughter." Your mother argued back. "They know all the families."

"Then it would be a shame if I were to run away." Teasing as you saw the look of panic strike across her face.

"You wouldn't dare." Pointing a finger at you a stern look on her face. "I will drag you to this party with a gun to your back if I have to."

She threatened as you tried not to burst into laughter at how serious he expression was. This was one opportunity you guys had to meet the Hansens, and your mother especially wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that.

"Okay honey we should probably get going." Your father looking at the time on his watch.

Your father grabbing your mothers hand leading her to the door just wanting to get this night over with. Starting up the car as he took off down the street. Sitting in the back looking out the window watching as everybody else was leaving as well with their daughters strutting to the car.

The goal being that you would stand in the back avoiding the Evans and their son Chris as much as possible. Since the party would only last so long, and maybe he'd find some girls to distract him and he wouldn't even take notice of you.

Maybe you'd see your best friend Natasha there, and the two of you could mingle together and make the most of things. She always had a way of cheering you up and making you feel better. She was always their for you every time you got your heart broken. The two of you were inseparable.

The castle wasn't far from the town as several minutes passed by, and you looked straight ahead to see it just over the hill. Sighing to yourself wishing you would have seen the letter before her, or simply just ran away.

"Oh look there it is." Your mother exclaimed she she clapped her hands together. "My god it looks so stunning."

"Wow." Was all your father said as he tried not to swerve.

Crossing your hands over your chest as you drove to a gate with armed guards everywhere. They asked for a name and checked off the list letting you guys through. Low key hoping they denied you access and you had to turn around and go back home.

Driving down the extremely long driveway you finally pulled up to the castle. Looking out the window and looking up in amazement with your mouth hanging wide open. You've never seen a house this big, and certainly not one like this in person.

Pulling up to where more guards were standing, and people were being directed inside. Taking a deep breath when you parked and someone was opening the door motioning for you to get out. A hand helping you out as you fixed the body of your dress.

"Smile." A voice sneered at you realizing it was your mother.

"I am." Keeping the same face not wanting to be here.

"Smile or I will do something that will even embarrass me." Hearing those words had you straightening up plastering a huge smile on your lips.

Your mother was willing to do or say anything to her what she wanted. She didn't care if it made her look ridiculous it took a lot to embarrass her, so when she made that threat you knew it was serious, and that you should probably listen to her at this point.

As you walked up the stairs to the castle your heart was beating faster. Your palms felt like they were slippery and wet. For some reason you were more nervous than you intended to be. All you needed was some fancy wine in your system and you'd feel a whole lot better.

Walking through the double doors your mouth almost dropped to the floor. This was just the main entrance and it was massively huge. Multiple chandeliers hung on the ceiling as well as many paintings no doubt that were drawn by famous artists.

It felt like you were walking into a museum rather than someone's house. Everything was shiny and clean, and you were afraid to even touch anything. No doubt the maids had their work cut out for them cleaning this place up. Surely this place got dusty so easily and was a pain in the ass.

Following the other guests as you were all being led into a huge ballroom. There was light music being played and the room was filled with laughter and chatter. The king and queen sat in the front of the room watching their guests mingling and talking. Waiters and waitresses walking around with drinks.

People were waiting in line to talk to them and presenting them with what you assumed was gifts. Shaking their hands and bowing to them which just made you roll your eyes. Sensing they were a snobby family, and expected everyone to approach them instead of walking out to them.

"Easy on the wine." She eyed you as soon as you snapped a drink from the tray.

"Bite me." Walking away before she could respond looking around for your friend Natasha.

She was nowhere to be seen which was a major disappointment, but maybe she just hasn't arrived yet. She was the only thing that would keep you sane here otherwise you'd be pounding back the wine until the room would begin spinning.

Finishing half the glass already as you slowly walked around the room hoping you could at least spot someone you liked. Surely there had to be a familiar and friendly face in this ginormous room. You certainly weren't going to stand by your parents the whole night.

Not really wanting to be here and looking at it as an excuse to get drunk. Watching the mingling guests as you already finishing your glass. The liquor already taking its affect on you, but that didn't stop you from grabbing another one. Sipping on that as you looked around wondering if any of these men that were walking around were the prince.

Maybe he was a good looking man with a heart of gold, and you were just too quick to judge. Or maybe he was like what everyone said he was and was the complete opposite of what you would hope for. Upon hearing those rumors he was probably with a woman right now taking her in an empty bathroom.

There had to be a legit reason as to why they sent letters to every family that had a daughter. Maybe it just went over your head, but you really had no idea. At first you thought it was cause they wanted everyone in the town to see what it was like to live in luxury, but that didn't make sense cause only the families with daughters were invited.

As more people filled the room you found yourself becoming overwhelmed. You needed fresh air fast otherwise you were afraid you'd get sick. Your chest was starting to hurt as your breathing became more scattered and shallow. You knew this feeling and you just needed to get out of this room fast.

Spotting a hallway you sneakily took off down there. Looking around to see no guards so far which was incredibly surprising. Assuming they would be posted on every corner of every room.

Not knowing exactly where you were going as you turned down random hallways. That's when you spotted what looked like a balcony. Making your way over carefully opening the door as the breeze brushed on your skin. The fresh air filling your nostrils calming down your nerves.

Leaning against the rails as you over looked your view that looked like their garden. From what you could see it looked spectacular and the kind of garden anyone would be envious of. There was lights shining down on the path with gazebos and benches along the way.

You really hated to admit it, but this place was breathtaking. It would be awesome if you could live here or simply visit here all the time. You weren't the type of woman to want fancy stuff like this, but now seeing it you were exactly complaining anymore.

"You lost?" Jumping hearing a deep voice intruding your daydreaming.

"Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me." Placing a hand over your chest feeling it beating rapidly beneath your hand.

"Sorry I just didn't think anyone would have been out here." The man stepped forward so you could get a better look at him. "Everyone else is inside."

"I'm sorry do you own these balcony's or something?" Arguing with the strange man suddenly becoming defensive.

"No I don't." He had a look of amusement on his face smiling showing off his white teeth.

This man looked like pure perfection to you. His hair was a dark brown that was wavy but slicked back. He had little scruffs of hair across his jaw, and some scars on his cheek. His suit was a dark navy blue suit with matching navy blue suede shoes. That color really suited him even more so when you took notice of how thick his arms were.

This man looked like he was sculpted by God himself. Trying not to drool over him as he now stood in front of you. Maybe coming to this party wasn't such a bad idea after all. If that means you got to chat with the most handsome man you've ever met.

"Why are you out here?" Throwing back in his face.

"I came to get some fresh air." He answered as he crossed his arms across his chest. "Why are you out here?"

"And don't use the I was looking for the bathroom excuse." Quirking an eyebrow at you with a smirk on his face.

"I had to get out of there." Motioned back inside as you sipped your wine. "It was becoming too much."

"Yeah it seems to already be getting pretty wild." He agreed leaning his right elbow against the railing.

"I'm not into these kinds of things anyway." Admitting to the man as he nodded.

"Yeah I'm not either I hate large crowds like this." Agreeing with you as he was leaning forward a bit.

"But of course my crazy erratic mother insisted more like decided for me that I should come." Joking as he chuckled at your choice of words for her. "She practically threatened me to come."

"Are you serious?" He asked through his laughter.

"Yeah I swear she did." Nodding as you took another drink.

"I kind of know the feeling." Looking down at his feet as you cocked your head.

"She thinks I'm going to marry the prince." Shaking your heard as you laughed at the thought.

"You don't think you will?" His question was one of genuine curiosity.

"Absolutely not." Scoffing again raising his eyebrows at you. "He seems like a pompous, rude and womanizing type of man."

"How do you know that?"

"I mean come on he's the prince for crying out loud he's bound to be what everyone thinks of him." Ranting to the man now.

"Maybe he's changed and is a new man now." His tone didn't change but he seemed a little offended.

"Please I've heard the rumors he'll never change." He nodded his head as he listened to you and thought about what you said. "Besides I heard his parents tried to force him to marry."

"I mean if I were him I'd certainly hate someone telling me who I can and cannot marry." That was true and you felt bad about ranting over someone whose life you knew nothing about.

"You said earlier you knew about knowing that feeling?" Softening your tone even more as he nodded his head.

"Your mother pushing you to marry as well." It came out more as a statement than a question.

"Oh yeah for several years now."

"Yeah my moms been planning my marriage since my birth."

"I doubt that sincerely darling." A skeptical look on his face.

Hearing the pet name that he gave you leaving his lips had your body feel warm. It's been so long since anyone that wasn't your parent call you something like that. Trying not to lean even closer, and possibly do something tonight that you would later regret. For crying out loud you just met this man, and you hadn't exchanged names.

"Yeah well you don't know my mom." Which hopefully he didn't have to otherwise he'd agree she was crazy.

"I'm sure she's a wonderful woman." This time you scoffed.

"You don't have to be nice you haven't met her yet." Shaking your head at him as you finished the rest of your wine.

"If she's anything like you I'm sure she's a lovely woman." He stepped even closer to you making your breath hitch at how close he was getting. "Beautiful, charming, funny, sweet and delectable."

His eyes lingering on your lips as they parted open as he spoke. Even with the warm air the goosebumps still appeared on your skin. This man was flirting with you and it took you this long to realize it. Judging by the way he was staring at you now it was becoming more obvious.

You could smell his intoxicating cologne as it filled your nostrils. It smelled so warm and inviting that you wanted to smell it all the time now. His forest green eyes were sinking in your face as neither of you spoke. His compliments left you speechless for some reason.

Who was this guy anyway? He didn't even tell you his name. There was a couple questions you had since mainly the people here were older people with their daughters, and he wasn't any of those. He had to be someone that worked here in the castle.

"Are you a servant or something?" Blurting out a question hoping it didn't sound rude.

Before he could respond what sounded like vibrations started to ring catching both your attention. Pulling out his phone as he sighed putting it back. Usually people would say saved by the bell but that wasn't the case for you.

He certainly knew what that signal was as he grabbed your hand and placed a soft and gentle kiss on top of it. This man certainly knew all the tricks and was pulling them all on you tonight. He already had you swooning and he was still a complete stranger.

"It was nice to meet you." He paused for a minute not having got your name.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N." Introducing as he smiled at you before letting go of your hand.

"Well it was a pleasure to meet you Y/N darling." Walking out of the balcony taking off down the hall.

Standing there frozen on the spot as you thought about what just happened. A complete stranger a handsome one at that was flirting with you at the Bradshaws castle. Even if he was just a servant he still worked with the royal family, and you had caught his attention.

He couldn't have been the Chris everyone talked about cause he was too sweet and well mannered. Chris would have probably had you bent over this railing before you could even get one word out.

This guy had you feeling like some young girl who got her first ever crush. Butterflies were floating around your stomach as you smiled to yourself wishing now you would have gotten his name at least or his number for that matter.

Surely you would see him again when you got back to the party. Now you had an excuse to actually be out there then you could have a reason to gaze at him. Knowing your luck the man was probably already seeing someone and was just being nice.

That's when you heard trumpets playing and thought it was time to get back to the party. Quickly walking down the same halls following the noise of the loud chatter. Standing in the door way hoping nobody noticed you. Taking another look around to see your friend Natasha was still nowhere to be found.

"Ladies and gentlemen." The king blared out as they both looked out to the crowd. "And beautiful daughters of our kingdom."

Scanning the room to see if you could find the same man, but he was also nowhere in sight either. Feeling disappointment hit your body as you saw a waiter walk by with a tray full of wine making sure to snag one. Looks like you were still going to have to get drunk.

"Thank you all for coming out this evening we greatly appreciate each and every one of you." He continued to speak as everyone was focused on them.

"Tonight we have brought you all here for a special reason." The queen spoke up this time a huge smile on her face. "Tonight our son will be choosing a wife."

Audible gasps and squeals rang across the room from the parents and daughters. Certainly your mother was dancing and bouncing up and down at the point. You on the other hand were frozen and your eyes went so wide. This was the worst scenario that could have happened for tonight, and now your fears were coming true.

"Now we'd like to introduce our son Chris to you all." She looked to the side as she invited her son to come out.

Moving your head from side to side to get a better look as some tall men were standing in front of you making it harder to see. Standing on your tippy toes as you saw what looked a navy blue suit walking towards them. Hearing the girls squealing like little seagulls the sound like nails on a chalkboard.

That's when you saw his face and you swear your heart dropped to your stomach. You didn't know whether you wanted to scream, throw up, pass out or run the hell out of that room. The room felt like it was getting smaller as he stood there looking out into the crowd.

That whole time you were out on the balcony talking to the strange men you were actually talking to the prince. You were in absolutely disbelief right now. Feeling like an absolutely idiot for not realizing who he was. He could have told you but he decided not to.

The thought angered you that he listened to you speak with such honesty, and he could even admit who he was. You even ranted to him about him, and he just laughed. Maybe he wouldn't see you again, and he's already forgotten about you.

"Hello everyone I thank you all for coming tonight." Speaking as he had his hands clasped in front of him.

"Our son has already made his choice for his future wife." The king walking over to him as he patted a hand on his back.

His eyes were scanning the crowd as he was looking for someone in particular. That's when they landed on your shocked ones a wide grin on his face as they remained on yours. Shaking your head as you realized what was about to happen. You knew whose name they were about to call out, and you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

"Yes I have mother and father." Nodding his head still keeping his eyes on you. "Her name is Y/F/N Y/L/N."

The only sound you could hear was the frantic screaming coming from your mothers mouth as you stood there like a deer caught in headlights. Holy fuck were you in trouble.

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noteriii · 2 years

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not to be a simp but id do anything for more shoto x streamer!reader where they are so obviously into each other and everyone ships them 😔 shoto the things u do to me

i hope i did your request justice, anon! i really enjoyed writing this and feeding the shou simps out there >;3

shxtou x streamer!reader

synopsis: moments you and shoto had on stream and one off

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the “shoot your shot”.

leaning closer to the screen, jaw clenched and eyes focused, you visibly scowl at the sound of his voice laughing. not with you, no. at you. your 2D model seems to glare as you bite your lip in anticipation, skillfully aiming your mouse in the perfect spot. the stream chat flooded with random words of encouragement as you were in a valorant “training” custom game. your opponent? beloved vtuber companion, shxtou. shou, if you wanted to be nice to him.

“come on, y/n. if you get this headshot i’ll give you a big sloppy kiss.” your friend says, a teasing smile contaminating his tone. your viewers watch as your character’s eyes widen, mimicking your real self. the heart monitor seemed to pick up on your flusteredness as well, but you chose to ignore it. with careful movement, you see his chosen agent, back to you. with quick actions, you take the shot and laugh to yourself, reading the small ‘HEADSHOT’ title come into view. shoto yells in response to his death, shocked to his very core. “there is no fucking way. no way.” he repeats in disbelief. pulling your microphone closer to yourself, you glance into your camera. “come on, shou. where’s my kiss?” you asked him lightly, causing him to laugh. he seems to have gotten closer to his microphone as well, speaking lowly as if right into your ears. “you’ll have to come over to get it, sweetie.” he says effortlessly.

your chat blows up like never before.

“DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT??”

“Y/N PLS”

“DO IT DO IT DO IT”

“OSGOHS SHOTO AND Y/NGHEOGUHESOG”

your heart races as you lean back into your chair, letting out an airy laugh. “eww don’t say stuff like that!!” you giggle, covering your face in embarrassment though the camera couldn’t catch the bright blush on your face as you read the chat from the corner of your eye. “no, come on. i promised you the kiss and you deserve it.” he says to you lightly as his character respawns. he walks over to you in game and presses shift, his agent moving up and down excitedly. “okay wait c’mere.” you tell him, moving closer before laughing. “mmmmwwuaahh!” you made a kissy noise as you pressed your character against his. he copies your actions, giving your game agent a multitude of overexaggerated kisses.

you inwardly wished they were real- and so did shoto.

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the “besties only”.

“hey babe.” you say, creating emphasis on the cheesy nickname. “aww goodmorning, darling. how are you?” he instantly banters back as you cringe to yourself. “i’m a lot better now that we’re talking, sweetie.” you reply to him, stifling your giggles as you watch your friends’ models exchange looks of shock. mysta rias is the first to speak. “i’m sorry, did i miss something? why are you guys flirting?” he asks, causing both you and shoto to burst in a small fit of laughter. “can’t i flirt with my super totally real boyfriend?” you ask in between your laughs. iron mouse scoffs at your statement, joining your laughter. “boyfriend? no way you managed to pull someone so easily.” she jokes, laughing as you sit there, in shock, as you try to calm your laughter. “nah, mouse, that was FOUL.” you laugh. shoto speaks up again, “haven’t you guys seen the fan art? the guildies and (whatever you call your viewers) love us together.” he explains. in the midst of the chat messages, you read that he was, indeed correct. “yeah, a little too much.” mysta says, fake gagging to show his disgust. “aww are you jealous it’s not you they’re drawing him with?” you teased into your microphone. everyone laughs and they accept the joke. you and shoto always joke-flirted. this was nothing but you and your friend messing with them and all of your viewers for the content. shxtou and you? nothing but a duo who liked to laugh.

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the “comforting”.

you were wrapped up, sitting with your legs hugged towards your frame comfily. it was getting colder, as winter approached, so you and your 2D model were bundled in a sweater and f/c blanket over your shoulders. you felt at ease and comfortable at your desk, a warm cup of coffee sitting safely to the side. though you felt warm and cozy, your friend was on edge and anxious. as he played a new horror game, you had decided to watch in attempts to keep him company whilst he streamed. on his screen was the game and his character, along with yours sitting right on his shoulder cutely. “what if whatever’s chasing you is over there?” you asked him, half jokingly. the purple haired streamer stopped in his tracks, turning around. “nope. i’m done. y/n i don’t like this game.” he panics, running away from the place you had mentioned. laughing at his reaction, you read through his chat every once in a while.

“shoto, i was joking. im pretty sure you should just-” your explanation was cut off by a scream, causing you to let out a small yelp in surprise as well. as the monster chased him, you laugh lightly. “y/n help i can’t please i don't know where to go!!” shoto pleads for help as his game character proceeds to run. “i can’t help you? i’m not playing!!” you tell him quickly. “y/n,”your friend whines, “hold my hand at least. this is scary.” he tells you in what you think was a pouty tone. “want me to hold your hand? i can hold your hand, shou. don’t worry.” you tell him comfortingly. though you could not do it at the very moment, his heart warmed hearing the words. his viewers awed at your interaction, accepting the normal flirty banter between you two. that’s all it was, though, for now.

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the “subtle hints”.

letting out an over exaggerated sigh, you glanced into the camera, pouting. your 2D model, of course, mirrored your actions to the stream. “guys,” you say to your chat, “shoto is so mean to me.” you claim, a false sadness lacing your voice. “what- what are you even saying?!!” the other person in call says. “look! he doesn’t even know what he did wrong!!” you plea, starting to ‘cry’ to your viewers. “n/n, come on..” shoto says with a defeated sigh. his tone makes you hold back a laugh. “no! you’ve hurt my feelings already. we’re done!” you say dramatically. “chat, you’re not allowed to ship shoto x y/n anymore!” you say as your friend gasps.

“tHEY WERE ACTUALLY DATING?”

“NOOOO SHXTOU PLS”

“y/n yOU CANT SAY THAT”

“NOOGOERHGOEUGHNOOOOOO”

you bite back a smile at the flooding chat, glancing at your phone sitting on its stand on your desk. on your screen, a muted facetime call with your friend on the other side, smiling as well. his hair was messy and, from the camera angle, you see the black hoodie and a peek of white sweatpants. he glances over to you, flashing you a smile that causes your heart to burst and a blush crawling onto your face. your flustered expression and his smile doesn’t go unnoticed by your stream, a whole new flood of messages flowing through. but, you didn’t really bother to read them right now. not while shoto mouthed a faint “i love you.” to you through your personal call. no, it was truly just you and him. and though you’d only ever known him through a screen, you smile at him and mouth the words back.

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the “peppermint”.

you were exhausted, to say the least. after a straight week of back to back streams, you were grateful for your short two day break. though it wasn’t a full, laboring job, it takes a lot to just sit in front of a screen and entertain others for hours on end. more so because they couldn’t actually see you. setting your headset down after a particularly long stream, you lean against your desk- elbows resting on the hard surface as you cradle your head in your hands tiredly. you absolutely adored your job and the friends you’ve made along the way. although, sometimes, you needed a break. with a sigh, you stand from your seat and stretch in an attempt to sooth your tense muscles. while you stretch, there’s a ring from your front door. fixing your hair messily as you move to open the door, you wondered who could be visiting you on a random tuesday afternoon. from the peep hole, you see a mop of dark purple hair you could never mistake.

opening the door, you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding as he wrapped his arms around your frame. “what are you doing here?” you ask him, your friend, your duo, and the one who you held so many feelings for. “i heard you were having a bad week so i came over..” he explains, his embrace tightening just a bit. you buried your face into his chest, taking in a whiff of his cologne. “you flew over here just because i’m a little moody today?” you joked, entirely grateful that he was here, right in front of you. he runs his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head. “say it already, you missed me.” he says lightly as he awkwardly shuffles you both back into your small apartment, closing the door behind him as he attempts to keep an arm around you. you look up at him, feeling a blush crawling onto your face at this new sense of closeness. “i missed you, shou. thank you for coming over.” you tell him quietly, sincerely. he looks into your eyes and you look into his, getting lost in the dark shades. “can i kiss you?” he asks you quietly, almost afraid to ask. the moment you nod, his lips are on yours gently. they were soft and you could taste a hint of peppermint before he pulls away, cupping your face with both of his hands. he smiles at you, causing your heart to beat faster than it ever has before. “fuck, y/n.” he mumbles, “i love you so much.” he tells you before kissing your face all over, holding back his laughs as he does so. you giggle at the affection, smiling at him.

“i love you too, stupid.”

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tenebris-lux · 6 months

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You know, while we’re waiting for something to happen in Varna, I wanna gush (and I do mean gush) about an earlier entry and its performance in Re: Dracula: Seward’s diary, October 1, 4am.

First, a note on a detail in Re: Dracula. The part where all the guys said one after another that they all wanted to meet Renfield….

“May I come also?” asked Lord Godalming.

“Me too?” said Quincey Morris. “May I come?” said Harker.

The way Seward said “said Harker”, he sounds so annoyed! Like, “Ugh, FINE, everybody come. All of a sudden my patient is the most popular guy around.” The delivery for just that little line in Re: Dracula made me grin.

But onto to the meat of the entry.

Renfield pulled out ALL the stops in trying to convince Seward to take him out of the asylum. He did everything he could to impress on Seward that he was on the same page as any other guy, even ahead a little—intelligence, reasonability, culture, diplomacy, you name it. He took full advantage of the entourage that followed Seward. The pointed way Trench said the line, “By the way, you have not introduced me,” had the emphasis meant to put Seward on the spot—‘who appears less civilized here? In company?’ He then shows respect for everyone in the room named, displaying knowledge, grace, courtesy, charm, what have you. He was probably not expecting everybody to show up, so he had to improvise. But right off the top of his head, he was able to impress on each of them that he’s not “lesser”.

The pure charisma he displayed made a slight impression on Seward, kind of a knee-jerk reaction to go, “Yeah, sure, you seem perfectly fine, I’ll draw up the paperwork…” But then Seward catches himself. Unfortunately. Still, if Seward had been at all professional about Renfield in his treatment of him so far, him saying he’d talk to him more about it in the morning might not have been unreasonable. And if Renfield didn’t have an ulterior motive to leave the asylum right then, he could’ve possibly taken the opportunity to try to impress him more; not play Seward’s twisted mind games. Unfortunately, he could not afford to wait. At all. So he insists that time is of the essence and he has to go now.

“He looked at me keenly, and seeing the negative in my face, turned to the others, and scrutinized them closely. Not meeting any sufficient response, he went on:—

‘Is it possible that I have erred in my supposition?’

‘You have,’ I said frankly, but at the same time, as I felt, brutally. There was a considerable pause, and then he said slowly:—

‘Then I suppose I must only shift my ground of request….’”

“Brutally” is right. Jack’s voice was very blunt and short in Re: Dracula, and it was audible in Renfield’s voice that the wheels were turning; like, ‘how can I get through to this guy? I thought I was onto something there, but … Plan B then.’ His Plan B is a little more direct, less certain, and involves more crossing one’s fingers: appeal to Seward’s compassion, and try to tell him why he wants out so soon, which … ugh, isn’t much. That’s why he threw his all into plan A; plan B was extremely uncertain at best.

Still reasonably, he says he has reasons for wanting out, that it’s for the sake of others. But he can’t tell him why. Just … please trust him on this?

Unexpectedly, he just loses ground with Seward, but he’s got Van Helsing’s interest, and Van Helsing’s the type who tries to make a practice of giving the benefit of the doubt.

“He said to Renfield in a tone which did not surprise me at the time, but only when I thought of it afterwards—for it was as of one addressing an equal:—“

Which Jack found weird when reflecting on it later. Because why would Jack even consider Renfield being equal? But anyway, Van Helsing takes the initiative and overrides Jack’s authority by saying, ‘If you can state clearly why you want to go and convince me, he’ll let you and take responsibility.’ Which is kind of a weird gamble, if you ask me. Like, yeah, Seward would probably do it, because it’s Van Helsing, but it still seems odd to me. Van Helsing says later that he knows a lot less of “madmen” than Seward does (should we tell him?), so it’s a risk. But he was much closer to believing Renfield than Seward was. Whatever the case, Renfield couldn’t tell them anything. Van Helsing tried to persuade him to change his mind, because then he’d make so much more progress, rather than if he just kept secrets, right? But he wasn’t picking up that it wasn’t that Renfield didn’t want to say something, or was afraid to.

He literally couldn’t tell them.

“Dr. Van Helsing, I have nothing to say. Your argument is complete, and if I were free to speak I should not hesitate a moment; but I am not my own master in the matter. I can only ask you to trust me. If I am refused, the responsibility does not rest with me.”

The helpless way he says ‘I have nothing to tell you.’ And he’s DROPPING HINTS. He hears and understands Van Helsing’s arguments and if he WERE FREE TO SPEAK … but he is not his own MASTER…. Come onnn, Jack, you’ve heard that word before, right? I think somehow Renfield knows the guys are heading next door, so come on, Jack, put two and two together. Where else has Renfield used that word? And again, I love the added emphasis Felix Trench put on the word “master”. Like, come on, man, take a hint. Yes, Renfield’s addressing Van Helsing, but Seward’s hearing this. Seward’s the one here who knows his habits, his patterns.

Right?

…

No go.

“Come, my friends, we have work to do. Good-night.”

Renfield’s only chance is heading out the door. Reason and trust have both failed. Last ditch effort: pure desperation. Pleading, begging, on his knees, crying. Saying he’ll go under ANY circumstance Seward picks out, even if it comes to torture. Anything. Anything.

And Trench’s performance … oh god, the tears coming, the breathlessness, the way words warp when you talk while crying….

“Can’t you hear me, man? Can’t you understand? Will you never learn? Don’t you know that I am sane and earnest now; that I am no lunatic in a mad fit, but a sane man fighting for his soul? Oh, hear me! hear me! Let me go! let me go! let me go!”

GOD. He’s just so desperate to get ANYTHING from Seward. Is there anything in that man he can reach?

Still no. The way Jonathan Sims said Seward’s next lines—“Come, no more of this; we have quite enough already. Get to your bed and try to behave more discreetly.”—were PERFECT. Sternly chiding a lesser person who’s misbehaving, in tone, but with cold unfeeling words. Absolutely no warmth. No connection.

“He suddenly stopped and looked at me intently for several moments.”

The last check. Is there anything there? Anything in there at all he can reach or connect with?

“Then, without a word, he rose and moving over, sat down on the side of the bed.”

Just … the way he gives up. He’s out of options. Absolutely nothing will get through to the guy he needs to understand him. Or his friends, even the “open-minded” one. They all think he’s crazy and apart from them. He just needed one of them—preferably Seward, but any of them would do—to stand in his corner, and just relocate him somewhere. They can pick any conditions they want, just so long as he leaves now.

But Seward has never understood him. He made it a hobby to “try to understand him” and “know how he works”. And now when he actually needs to, he’s completely off-base. I won’t go so far as to say that if it weren’t for Seward, the attacks on Mina wouldn’t have happened, because it ultimately comes down to Dracula being the attacker. Still, it’s frustrating.

The final thing Renfield says to Seward as the doctor heads out the door—“You will, I trust, Dr. Seward, do me the justice to bear in mind, later on, that I did what I could to convince you to-night.”—was described as said “in a quiet, well-bred voice,” and it certainly was that in Re: Dracula, but it also came across as drained and defeated and … done. Just … ‘I tried.’

And he really did try.

He knows he has a weakness and is susceptible. There’s no telling when his mental fortitude might weaken next. But if/when it does, it wouldn’t be just him that suffers consequences.

….. anyways, that’s my gush.

#Renfield #Jack Seward #Van helsing #Dracula #Dracula daily #re: Dracula

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isaegi · 1 year

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isagi loves you and your kisses. so, so much.

— isagi yoichi x reader

wc: 707.

content: kissing your boyfriend isagi and he is absolutely whipped. fluff, characters are 20+, established relationships. university au

You loved Wednesdays.

There was no specific reason other than the fact that you got to commute home from university with your boyfriend, Isagi.

Wednesdays were the only day of the week when your and Isagi’s lectures generally ended around the same time. His sports media course ends an hour earlier before your own lecture, but he insists on waiting so that you both can leave together.

Right now, you both are seated on the train to his place. You’re lucky because despite the rush hour when everyone is rushing to get home after their shifts at work and day at school, you find that the cart of the train you two are seated in is generally empty.

You two rarely get such privacy, especially without wandering eyes watching your every move.

Which is why you break the serene silence to ask,

“Yoichi, can I kiss you?”

Isagi turns his gaze away from his window, where the scenic view of the sun dips below the vast expanse of many green hills is. A few of its rays hit the side of his face, painting his features with warm gold. From this angle, you’re able to catch how his eyes widen a smidgen at the question— which makes the corners of your lips twitch upward.

“H-Huh?!”

You grin again at the octave change in his voice, and everything inside him moves. Love. Oh, how you make him feel love so quickly.

“I said,” You scootch a bit closer now, knocking your knee against his, “can I kiss you?”

You two kiss all the time, so it was no biggie. But, Isagi can’t help how his heart practically lurches outside the confines of its cage whenever you ask to initiate stuff with him. Especially this.

Perhaps it's because he knows what’s to come and can’t help but to feel eager—anticipating how your lips would press against his, feeling your warmth, being in such proximity that he could smell the lotion you put on throughout your day.

He swallows, nodding multiple times before he answers with a meek, “Yeah...” And he’s shocked by how his reply almost comes out as a compliant whimper. Isagi thanks whatever higher power is up there that there was no one in your cart to hear.

You reach your hand out and rest it on the nape of his neck. “Yeah?” You tease, mimicking the docile tone he harboured a few seconds ago. But even you can’t front for much longer. Your abundant love for him butts its head once you feel the layering heat that settles at the bottom of your belly when Isagi leans in, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Yeah,” he states one last time before he kisses you.

Eyes falling closed, Isagi feels the slow spread of your smile on his lips, which in turn encourages one of his own. The heat of the late afternoon sun only adds more emphasis to the tender yet searing scene of kisses.

The sensations of it left your knees weak, like how the softness of his breath fanned out against your lips. Or the faint vocal sighs he exhaled whenever you two pulled away, only for him to dive back in to press several smaller kisses on your lips and face.

“Love you…” he mumbles against your mouth before he pulls away from you. From this distance, he can observe the punch-drunk glaze that lingers in your eye when you drop your hand away from his neck to place it in the seat of your lap.

“Me too,” you say softly, promptly turning your view away from him, unable to handle the heat of his stare any longer. And its sudden shy nature only makes Isagi want to crowd your space once more. So, he does.

He playfully bites your cheek (something he’s been doing quite a lot lately…) and rests half of his body weight onto your side once his arm drapes itself across your shoulder.

Despite your lame attempts to push him off, Isagi remains tethered to you for the next two stops until you both arrive at the station near his complex. “You’re heavy. You know that?” You grunt in the midst of his laughter.

You loved Wednesdays, especially when they were with Isagi.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #bllk imagines #ilovehimilovehimilovehim.#isaegi

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he survived your grumpiness in the morning, now you survive his <33

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

grumpy noir x sunshine reader

peter came home from a long day. he was late to work, coffee spilled all over his cleanest and only button-down of the week because he forgot to do the laundry and would have to get right to it the minute he came home, his boss barked orders at him like he was some errand boy, which he pretty much was, given how little he was respected there--and all his photos for the paper were either blurry, uninteresting, or just flat out crappy.

it really was not peter's day today, not in the slightest. and to top it all off, on his commute home, he missed the last train for the day because his boss kept him at work, berating him for his poor performance, and of course, laughing in his face about it when he noticed his eyes were welling up with tears at the amount of horrible things shaping up his equally horrible day. oh, and it rained cats and dogs on the way home, what luck.

the time peter came home, he was about as sullen as the gray, monochrome rainy sky. he wrung out his sopping wet coat out from the veranda and threw it on the coat hanger, which toppled and fell over to its side. frustrated, peter grumbled to put it back in place. he slumped down on his sofa, trying to light his cigarette. "please, for my sake universe, give me this one good thing and let me light my damn cig." he muttered to himself angrily as he kept clicking on the mechanism of the lighter. it absolutely refused to light, only giving tiny sparks as peter kept pushing down on the mechanism.

he inevitably gave up and sank further into his sofa, angry at... everything, really. he hardly got this way, but seeing as how nothing went his way today at all, could he really be blamed? he closed his eyes as he leaned against the sofa's back, trying to sleep it off, but that simple pleasure couldn't even be granted to him.

the doorbell rang, and peter swore under his breath as he stumbled up to go get it. he opened the door, and, to his surprise... you were there. you grinned at him, all sweetly and brightly, your eyes looking up into his own, which reflected the murkiness of today's weather--sullen and melancholic as nothing, not a single thing, was right about today.

"good evening, pete." you greeted him in a chipper voice. peter looked at you nonchalantly. "oh, um, yeah. good evening." he greeted back, with emphasis on the "good" part, which that day was everything but that very word.

"how're you... oh." you began, but soon trailed off when you noticed how he was dripping wet, completely drenched in rain water from top to bottom as he opened the door a little more. "peter, you're soaking wet!" you pointed out, to which peter placed a hand on his forehead and nodded. "i couldn't catch the train, missed the last one, so had to walk home. and... yeah, the rain caught me as i was heading home, and..." he narrated his horrid day.

you looked at him with a concerned expression, feeling extremely bad for him. "oh, pete, i'm real sorry to hear that." you told him as you sympathized with the poor man. "as much as i'd like to say i appreciate that sympathy, i can't really put with void apologies when it isn't even your fault, now." he said in a rather cold tone, signifying he didn't want to talk about it nor have you pity his situation right then and there.

you nodded. "i understand." you tell him as you gaze into his frustrated eyes. "i don't need you to, but thanks anyway." he said as he was about to close the door on you, but you held it open by putting yourself in between, your hand holding the door open. "pete... can i come in?" you ask him, which perplexed him a little. why would you want to enter his home after he made it perfectly clear he just wanted to be alone for the time being.

you sympathetically grinned up at him. "please?" you gave him those irresistible doe eyes he found so endearing, those eyes that always worked on him whenever you needed him to do something for you.

he sighed in frustration and nodded slowly. "fine, just... don't cause too much of a mess while you're here." he said as he slumped back down on the couch.

you sighed as peter didn't change out of his sopping wet clothes. you took off your coat and handed it to peter. "it's your own house, so... i suppose you wouldn't be too embarrassed to change out of those wet clothes for something warm and dry?" you asked him in a concerned voice as he looked up at you and the coat in your hands.

you chuckled. "don't worry, it's quite porous, it'll keep you warm and stay dry." you beamed as your lips curved into a small smile for him. "i... okay. thank you." he said as he gently took the coat from you and began to change when you walked off.

"have you eaten yet, pete?" you asked him as you looked around his place. he shook his head. "can't bring myself to cook right now, let alone enter the kitchen. might burn down the house without aunt may here." he muttered, to which you found yourself giggling at. "what's so funny?" he asked, confused, as he turned his head to look at you.

you shook your head as you kept smiling. "nothing, that is true, though. ms. parker did say to keep you out of the kitchen, you're lucky i'm always here to look after you, peter." you beamed as you headed into the kitchen as you rolled up your sleeves. "you hungry?" you asked him.

he took a few seconds to respond, until he finally spoke up. "yeah, um, i'm kinda hungry, now that i think about it." he sounded like he calmed down after his frustration overtook him earlier. "alright, just wait right there pete, i'm on the way." you declared as you readied ingredients to whip him up something nice.

soon after, peter was presented with a steaming hot dinner, prepared by you. you smiled as you readied up the table for him, as well. he felt a little embarrassed at how a guest, who he initially refused and showed him nothing but sympathy for his frustration, no matter how much he didn't want to talk about it, readied his table and fed him food in his own home.

"you... didn't have to do this, really." he said in a low voice, which came out as a sort of grumble, but you knew he meant to thank you. "come on now, peter. i could tell you weren't feeling at your best right now. i just want you to enjoy at least one small thing from today, even if it won't last forever." you told him as you sat across him from the table and gave him a small chuckle as he blew on his food, looking up at you, too.

"you made my favorites?" he asked in subtle disbelief. you nodded with a grin. "nothing beats having your favorites after a not-so good day. if you want, i'd make you your favorites forever, if you'd like, and offer you my coat when you're stuck in the rain. i'd even listen to you grumble and gripe about all the crappy stuff that's happened to you, even if you're... going to be angry at me for wanting to sympathize." you said with a small laugh as peter hung his head.

"sorry i've been so cranky and out of it today, really, i just... nothing went my way today." he admitted, very ashamed of his own behavior, he knew better than to treat you that way, but he did what he did. you reached for his hand from across the table. "peter, i understand. really, i do. your emotions are valid, never let anyone, not even yourself, tell you not to feel what you're feeling. i'd love you even if you perpetually had a storm cloud over your head and a unibrow from frowning all day and night." you said earnestly as peter blushed slightly at your words.

he adjusted his glasses on his face as he cleared his throat. "um... thank you. again. i really, really appreciate it. i... i appreciate you." he said as you giggled at his flustered self. "don't mention it, pete. i can come by tomorrow and tend to you, even if you'll be doubly cranky then!" you joked, but were serious about wanting to come by tomorrow.

"ah... yes, please. i'll try to keep my crankiness to a minimum. but i doubt it'll linger any longer if you're here." he said with a smile, the first smile that ever cracked on his face ever since the day started. it ended with you and him, smiling and laughing, forgetting the horrible day he had at the beginning, only to relish this lovely evening you two shared.

a/n: I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS BTW, I'M MAKING THIS WHILE TIRED BECDBEIBCIUEBCIFRBIVBR

#spider noir #spider noir fluff #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #itsv #itsv noir #itsv x you #itsv x reader

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dedfly · 3 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/dedfly/747223482331545600/cute-idea-after-reading-your-shadow-milk-x-tired?source=share

Possible redo? Sounds like fun! I'd love to see that! Also gonna admit this now...I liked the mocked motherly tone and the whole 'put you in your crib and rock you to sleep' because that sounds so like him lol...his lover acts like an energetic child high on sugar, they get treated like one lmao!

Shadow Milk x energized reader

"NO, NO AND NO I DON'T WANT TO GO TO BED THE NIGHT HAS JUST STARTED" you pointed at your watch. It's already about one o'clock in the morning and Shadow Milk is already making a bed for you. Literally "digging up your bed", creating a nest. Not unusual behavior for him to get comfortable in some places. But you already catches his "evil plan" as soon as he invited you to cuddle with him. No, for you the night has just begun and doesn’t want to end because your boyfriend is here and you can’t afford the possibility not to spend time with him while you are awake.

“You wouldn't dare make me go to bed” You continued to drone on, becoming more and more active from the adrenaline. Shadow Milk, in turn, pursed his lips and looked at you with his rarely appearing, unreadable face yet irritated face.

“But my dear,” he said with emphasis, “Are you really rejecting the opportunity to spend this evening with me in an embrace? You, me, blanket, pillows. Oh, I even removed all my puppets just for this.” He pointed to the “nest” he had built from pillows and other stuff.

You grimaced your face, knowing full well that his signature “I’m poor and miserable, I’m trying so hard for you.” More often than not it was something playful, but now he is literally trying to lure you closer in every possible way. Well, no, it’s not your fault that it’s so much fun to spend time with him.

"STOP THIS INSTANT!" But it was already too late as you simply jumped out of your seat, running into another room away from him. It would be scary if he pursued you seriously, but from his whining that “his concern for you is being ignored” and the fact that “No one appreciates his colossal work and efforts” it was clear that he was giving you a head start in this moment. You were about to relax, only for his skinny hand jump out of the shadows, grabbing you by the collar like a misbehaving kitten.

“I won,” Shadow purred. Well, it appear he played seriously. "Oh, what a shame, now you're coming with me. To jail."

Despite your attempts to escape, he unceremoniously dragged you to your bed, placing you on top of it like a sack of potatoes.

“Oh, my poor, unfortunate bead, you’re completely tired.” He continued to fuss, despite your angry look, he looked after you like a mother hen, first straightening your pajamas and then covering you with a blanket.

“Oh, it’s so nice to sleep in the same bed with your loved one,” he sang, his arms and legs wrapped around you, not giving you the slightest loophole to escape. Making you snort and accept defeat.

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I just wanted to add more dialogue to this version, yes, but I ended up rewriting everything.

Dialogues are my pain, but the pain is necessary and useful

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk x reader #crk x you #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk cookie x reader #shadow milk crk #shadow milk cookie x you

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kometqh · 14 days

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𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

Captain Rex x Reader Every waking moment you had to yourself, you spent on trying to remember. To remember his touch. His voice, his warmth. His face and his eyes. But how could you when after so many years it's become nothing but a blur? And each time you're close, each time your mind drags back pieces of the puzzle together, you're interrupted. Word Count: 1,462 Warnings: Angst A/N: This idea came to me whilst listening to Once Upon A Dream from Sleeping Beauty and I couldn't help myself but vomit words onto screen, I hope whoever reads this enjoys this because I loved the idea TT

The city lights from below twinkled and burned brightly like the stars in the dark sky above. A miniscule smile rested atop your lips, a familiar gleam sparkling in your irises.

The cold autumn breeze flew past you, ruffling your unruly hair into an even more so, larger mess.

A blue, old scarf a size too big hugged and entangled your shoulders, floating up and down with the cold. Your fingers twiddled with the loose threads, feeling the coarse material between the pads of your fingers. It was a gift from him. The man from your dreams.

You used to love him. You used to miss him. You used to wait for him.

You used to walk with him,

Once upon a dream.

His hands used to be warm, his gaze so smitten.

That look in his eyes, was so familiar a dream.

His voice used to be so soft, his touch so tender.

Those visions of him, you knew they were seldom true.

His embrace endearing, his kisses slow and passionate, as though you were the most delicate flower he had ever the pleasure of finding.

His love was your hope, like that of a sprouting seedling in a vast desert. His scent was your calm, like the sound of rain pattering against glass. His voice a lullaby to your dreams.

And now all you had left of him was the old, scruffy, pale blue scarf.

And you loved it as much as you loved him and he loved you.

The faint scent of his cheap cologne still lingered. You had done your best to find the brand, but failed. How hard was it to find the same exact cheap cologne? Very, you had come to realise.

The Empire destroyed everything. It took him away, it destroyed his memory.

"Y/n?" His voice asked, but it wasn't his voice. This one had a husky timbre to it, as though he hadn't felt anything but the familiar burn of a cigar against his lips in a long time. It wasn't the same.

"Hunter?" Your voice came out soft, quiet as though he had interrupted an intimate moment you were having.

He took a long moment to continue, his gaze sturdy and focused on your figure.

"Someone's here to see you."

His eyes met yours as you shifted around, a brow raised questioningly. His shoulders stiffened, his breath catching in his throat. He knew what you were about to say.

"Tell them-"

"It's urgent," He interrupted, putting emphasis to his words, swallowing harshly as he felt his throat tighten, "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't," He paused again, this time his gaze dropping to the wet concrete beneath his feet, and suddenly he was all too aware of the loud pattering of the rain against his hair and the concrete, of the rough and short beats of your heart echoing in his ears, "Trust me." His gaze rose back to yours.

With a shake of your head, you pulled the scarf tighter around yourself. This was one of the few bits of time you had to yourself, that you could spend on thinking. Thinking of him.

Amongst the many missions and bounties, your mind always failed to remember him. The faces of his brothers, the different tones and accents and timbres, they all mixed and matched together until it was all a blur. At first, you were happy to be surrounded by Hunter and the Batch. But now you could barely remember the face of the man from your dreams.

The door creaked shut behind you, the sound of rain muffled by the all-too loud music of the bar below. You hated it. You could never focus with it on.

The heavy scent of alcohol lingered in the air, like a poisonous fog ready to fill your lungs and taint your blood. Your chest felt stuffy every time you were forced to be in the vicinity of the awful stench.

Hunter's heavy boots thudded against the concrete floor, his head hung low as he kept a fast. steady pace, refusing to give you enough opportunity to question him, enough chance to prod him where you needed to get your answers.

He wouldn't give in so easily even if you tried.

Not tonight.

Though it seemed you hadn't felt the need to ask.

Not tonight.

Your mind was in a different plane, a different galaxy. A distant past.

The hallway seemed to narrow down the longer you walked, winding around corners and staircase openings like a never-ending labyrinth. You were slowly becoming sick of it. Why was this building so dauntingly tall?

The walls seemed to be crumbling down and wailing for repair with each crack that extended down hallways, staircases and rooms. Grimaced faces were painted on the sickly orange walls, freshly patched spots grasping to hold the structure together as the building shook with the volume and vibrations of the music.

Hunter hated it too. But he could bare with this for a moment longer. For you.

His throat dried up as the door came into view, and his ears heard the way the pace of your heart picked up as he spoke, "They're behind that door."

His hands fell to his side, smearing the sticky sweat on his armoured thigh, and his steps slowed down, his own heart matching the pace of yours. You must have known by now, right?

"Who is it?" You asked as you came to an abrupt stop, just inches away from the door. You looked up at him, your eyes searching his. The two of you stared into each others eyes, silently communicating through the miniscule, atomic-like movements of your irises.

It wasn't hard to know what you were thinking. Nor what Hunter was.

Who is it? He imagined your voice to be soft, velvety like freshly cleaned cushions, the unsure tenderness of it warming his heart.

Go ahead and find out. You imagined his voice to be gravelly, like waves crashing against a sandy shore, the hum they left behind sending shivers down your spine.

With a soft sigh, you turned away from his towering frame.

Lifting a shaky hand, you turned the knob.

The door creaked uncomfortably, like the wornout strings of an old violin.

A gentle, dimmed light flooded the hallway, painting it a sickly shade of yellow. Was this a hotel or a pigsty?

You could almost taste the years worth of dust on the tip of your tongue.

The doorknob felt rough and weak under your touch, the dragged wood pressing against the pads of your fingers.

With a heavier push, the door managed to pull open, screeching in protest until it came to a final stop.

Your chest stopped heaving up and down as the air was caught in your throat.

A sudden lightheadedness hit you, eyelashes blinking rapidly as you tried to get a tighter grasp on the doorknob. For a moment, you scrunched your eyes shut, and fought away the dizziness that clamped around your temple like a pair of metal tongs.

When your eyes opened again, you felt a pair of arms get a hold your waist.

Was someone hugging you?

Maybe, you thought and as you slowly looked down, you noticed a pair of armoured arms wrapped around you. Hunter's arms.

Did you fall?

You couldn't feel your legs.

As you looked up again, it all dawned on you.

The man from your dreams.

At first, you only saw the faded maroon poncho. It was overly large, and clearly didn't fit. It looked old, tattered as loose threads stuck out at odd angles.

And then you glanced down. White armour clung to his legs, embracing his feet and shins and thighs.

Your gaze wondered up, spotting the helmet seated atop a bed behind him. Blue streaks dancing down the expanse of the white coat of paint. It lingered there, pricking at your heart strings as though wanting them to snap one by one.

It hurt.

Your chest was burning.

Your throat tightened, the painful drags of a wail tugging at your voice chords.

The arms around your waist tightened, a familiar head of ashy, chestnut brown hair tickling at your skin.

Where were you again?

Your eyes fluttered, blinking erratically as you fought to look up. Your mind couldn't let you.

You couldn't-

You couldn't rememeber his face.

A hand flew to your gaping mouth, covering the strangled whimper that erupted from deep within your chest, tearing at your throat as slowly, slowly you allowed your eyes to look up.

It hurt.

Did he always look so familiar? So.. Awfully perfect? So familiarly strange?

His warm, honey gold irises were locked onto you, wide and unblinking and disbelieving.

New wrinkles and aged lines dragged at his tanned skin, painting the picture of an abandoned, weary, scarred soldier, an abandoned and forgotten man.

His hair was still that beautiful blonde, his sun-kissed skin and chapped lips still brought out that awfully familiar, but long forgotten feeling in the pits of your stomach.

It's him.

It's-

"Rex?"

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heywriters · 10 months

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how to make a tumblr post (and get notes!)

Have never seen any post discuss these exact things, so i'm sharing my insights with y'all*

Use images. They don't have to be good or spectacular like this extremely coherent thing I just made. They just need to catch the eye break up dashboard monotony.

The gif search feature is an unreliable wild card at best and a NSFW eye gouge at worst, but it gives credit to the op of the gif

If you're an artist your whole post is your images, so skip to the links and tags section of this post because the rest won't help much.

-> Image Descriptions

When making a post that contains images, hover over an image and click the meatballs icon in the lower right corner of the image. Click "update description" to add a description. It isn't always necessary, but it is very courteous for a variety of accessibility reasons.

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Break up your text. Run-on sentences are standard here, lack of punctuation too, you can really do whatever you want, but avoid massive blocks of text. unless you've got a really incendiary opening line and the entire center of that granite chunk of text is actually comedy gold, hard-hitting tumblr journalism, or one of those zany confessional posts that can be followed up by the drive thru meme

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and go light on the ALL CAPS. save it for emphasis or when you're feeling very unhinged or saRcAStiC y'know how that goes, i don't need to explain it. this site has a very dry tone to its posts so caps are rare. also periods

Bullet points and numbered posts are good and fine. The "Chat" post option is used less often these days, but different groups found uses for it so it sticks around.

Titles Matter

they help break up text and put people at ease. they are best for informative, mature posts but can make you look like a square in more relaxed conversations. sometimes they are also great for emphasis in a comedic sh*tpost (censorship is entirely up to you, btw. you don't have to censor much on tumblr except titties and genitals).

Tumblr automatically shortens long posts now, but etiquette asks that you tag #long post if you want to avoid clogging up someone's dash. It don't matter too much though, this is the "color of the sky" site, so get used to posts being too long

That being said "READ MORE" is a fantastic feature. Use it when you want some level of privacy like "hey, only click below if you want to hear about my problems" or "click below to read my 18+ fanfic." Read more is also great in case you want to delete something forever. If a reblogged post has a read more, but op deleted the og post, that content is gone (readmore has to be on the og post at time of posting for this to work, btw; edits to og post do not span all reblogs)

the other bells and whistles like colored font or italics are helpful in improving text, but we don't really rely on them. every mode of looking at this site alters those aspects somehow so we often ignore them

-> Links

Hint: People don't want to click links. We don't know where they're taking us. Most of us are on our phone and don't want to open another tab or leave the app to go on the browser. We're cozy here on Tumblr and do not wish to be whisked away (unless it's a rickroll)

Don't leave the link thumbnail to do all the work, like so

add a little sneak peak info, maybe your favorite line from the article or a reason why it's important for people to know the info on the other side of that link. Sell it!

When you're adding a link into a list, i.e. no large thumbnail just a line of text leading you to another site, try not to copy/paste the link as is

"https://......"

No one wants to click on that it's gross and scary. It's screams "meh, i'll click later if i feel like it." If the build up to the link is too good to resist ("if you want to save the orphaned puppies here's the link") then that http mess is sufficient.

Otherwise, dress your links up a little by including the title or a description of what the link goes to:

Or, if it's an informal post where you're just popping info in to back up whatever insane thing you just said, just write something like "link here" or "(x)" and hyperlink it.

-> Tags

artists, writers, and other creators: leave a tag on your creative content that makes it easy for blog visitors to see it all at once. e.g. "My work" and we click on that while on your blog and see only your works

You can have up to thirty tags on any post. All will make your post show up in searches and followed tags (it used to be only the first five tags that got you traction). However,

Please. Do not tag everything you can possibly imagine being relevant to your post because

It's called tag spam and it's against TOS

Everyone here hates that

No one is going to check all those tags ever. Someone might search one five years from now and accidentally find your post hanging out in the ether and they'll still ignore it.

Your imagination is wicked tiny because I guarantee the perfect tag is going to be something indecipherable and seemingly niche.

Follow popular tags (or at least be aware of them)

If yours is an off-the-cuff post and you don't have time to find out what a niche group is into then wing it, sure, idc. this is also the shitposting site do whatever you want

Don't put your hate in the fan tags. This is the unapologetically-like-dumb-things site and your negativity is not wanted. You can still complain, just avoid tagging to get the attention of the fans of whatever you're complaining about. That enables pvp and even nonfans will know you deserve the backlash

-> Audio & Video

clickable by nature because we all love noise and moving images so there's no special way to share posts like this. just post them with good tags and maybe a one-liner, and they'll sell themselves

Tip: it's nice to add descriptions to these too but it isn't common

Protip: if the audio is the best part of the video (e.g. a baby burps REALLY loudly and it's hilarious) please caption or tag "Unmute!"

-> mkay bye

that's all i can think of right now. will update later if i remember something

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*this is year eleven of my time on tumbles and i studied marketing in college for like six of those years and have been applying that bupkis to tumblr ever since. every post i see that gets no traction and every lovely artist that goes nowhere on here bothers me so deeply and i sincerely want y'all to succeed <3 <3

+ If you find this helpful and want to support my blog, I have a ko-fi!

+ If you're concerned about my mental health from being on Tumblr so long and want to contribute to my "get better" fund, I have a ko-fi!

#writing #tumblr guide #tumblr etiquette #marketing #writeblr #authorblr #artists of tumblr #og #tongue in cheek #long post

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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No one messes with my guy

Remus Lupin x fem! slytherin! reader

Summary: Remus' girl is the least slytherin like slytherin the world had ever seen, but when she finds out he's getting bullied, she proves why she wears a green tie

Warnings: swearing, talks of scars and insecuirties, mean bullies, Remus getting picked on, mentions of sex, partial nudity and slightly heated scene near the end, kissing, alot of intimacy and fluff at the end, established relationship, reader is a badass good girl, hurt/comfort

A/n: 4.2k words, reader is like really lazily and sleeps everywhere, thank you for the request! enjoy xx

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Remus fiddled with his quill, treating the now dry nip like it was a muggle pen, twirling it around in his fingers as he stared hopelessly at his page. He had been on this practice question for a while now, one originally left in hope it would suddenly come to him but it was now sitting there mocking him a mere half an hour later.

“Bu-” he stops himself, letting out a sweet chuckle at the sight before him

You had joined him for a study session just like you always did, and just like always you had fallen asleep during it. Cheek adorably squished up against the crook of your elbow, breathing soft, relaxed

You looked so peaceful. Serene

He envied you a little for being so carefree, feeling so safe you could sleep anywhere. The library, outside against a tree, in class, even the great hall on occasion. Still he smiled, that little bit of jealousy held nothing to love he possessed, never would he thought a slytherin would capture not only his heart but his friends

Yet how could they not, when you were the sweetest girl the world had ever seen? The girl that fell asleep on him anywhere and everywhere, the girl that could sleep as long as he did and with pleasure after full moons, the girl that had his heart entirely, so much that his fears faded away when you were near

He stands up, deciding to take a turn around the library and instead of waking you for help. Before he leaves he presses a kiss to your temple, heart fluttering as your lips tug up and you hum, cuddling into your crossed arm a little more

“Be back soon bun” he whispers like you could hear him, gifting your sleepy figure one last look before he heads down a random row of bookshelves

He doesn’t get far though, someone trips him up from behind, sending him crashing to the floor. Luckily his hands catch him just in time, but the sting in his knees and wrists from the impact do nothing for his already achy bones.

He groans, wincing as he looks up to see a two people he knew too well, and not for the better

“Some marauder you are” the girl scoffs “Nothing without your little friends”

“Even the fat one has thicker skin” the boy cackles at his own cruelty and Remus’ blood boils, yet he can’t find it in him to get up, fight back…not that he ever did

“What’s wrong scar face?” the girl mocks him, bending at the hip in order to belittle him further

“Just leave me alone” he closes his eyes for a second, his tone of someone clearly exhausted, dare say broken from the bullying that has been inflicted upon him for 7 years

“And why would we do that? You know for a bookworm you should love the poetic nature of a bully getting bullied” she lets out a laugh at the end

Remus finally pulls himself up, standing shaily as he replies “I’m not a bully” he says firmly, out of his friends the only bullies were Sirius and James, yet even they now had calmed and matured significantly

The girl crosses her arms, looking skeptical while the boy notices him looking backwards “Who are you looking for?” he asks but then his face lights up in a sinister like recognision “Ah. That little snake of a girlfriend”

Remus jaw clenches at the emphasis “Don’t bring her into this”

The girl laughs “Oh we won’t. Her dating you is a great joke in itself”

“Merlin every time I’ve seen you together she’s asleep”

“Bore her much?”

“Or maybe she pretends to sleep so she doesn’t have to look at that face”

They take turns at their insults, a quick fire of every insecurity he possesses, hitting him again and again, and it takes its toll

“Aww is the freak getting upset” the boy pouts at him

“Shut up” he begs them

“You’re pathetic Lupin, worthless” her words are cruel but her tone his crueller, so harsh Remus can feel it cutting into his heart “A joke of man by how much of a pale…” she stabs his chest with her finger “...sickly…” and again “...monster…” once more “...you are”

Monster

The last one cuts him deep, like they knew what he was. Really they just meant his appearance but still it hurt more than anything

“She’s a pretty thing ya know. That girl of yours” the boy states, taking a step towards him “Maybe I’ll take a crack at her once she comes to her scenes. Silly girl clearly, but purebloods stick together…besides sillier girls are easier to tame” he says the last part lowly, stepping past him and going on his miserable sod of a way

“Freak” the girl butts her shoulder into him as she passes by as well leaving Remus alone

He should have stood up for himself, punched the guy for his words, merlin he should kill him for what he said about you. But he didn’t, his fists softened, the tears fell, and he found himself leaning against the bookcases, head tilted upwards as he tried his best not to completely break down

Pathetic. Worthless. Freak.

You would come look for him once you’d woken up, which would be soon since you were funny like that. Even in your sleep you could sense his prolonged absence.

Monster.

Wiping his tears, he readies himself to pass off the hurt for pre-moon pain. He never thought you low enough to leave him for being weak, yet he would never let you know what just happened, what had been happening since they laid eyes on him in first year

Thankfully when he returns to his spot you’re still asleep. Sitting beside you again, he shrugs off his robes and pulls off his jumper, covering you with the first and placing the second under your head as a pillow

“Thank you Rem” you murmur, arm lazily coming down to hug his thigh, pulling it flush against yours

He felt instantly better at that, the pain from his exchange would remain, the insecurities he already had for himself and from them would linger on, but his heart knew they were just that, insecurities, they weren’t the truth. Besides, in a month he would graduate, he’d never need to see them again, and he’ll get to spend the rest of his life with you

“Anything for you bunny”

You were angry, beyond angry actually, you were damn near furious. It had been a week since you’d woken up and overheard your boyfriends bullies in the library, one week you had been gathering information on the two so you could destroy them at the right moment

And that moment was right now

“Hey!” you shout, startling more than one person, terrifying everyone in that corridor with just one glare

The sleepy girl in class had finally woken up on the wrong side of the bed, the girl who was inherently ‘not slytherin’ would destroy that title in threefold today

“Yeah I’m talking to you two” your eyes narrow in on them while the other students around you relax a little, they weren’t in your sights yet they still stepped back

Your shouts draw the attention of the marauders as well, all glancing up the hall to see what's going on, noting the large crowd

“Wonder what's happening” Peter says, sadly a little too short to see anything

“Probably some girl who caught her partner cheating” Sirius shakes his head with a small laugh “Y’all coming to watch” his face morphs into a smirk, his love of drama entertaining to his friends

“I’m good man enjoy” Remus says with a laugh, bidding Sirius goodbye as he stands with Peter, watching James climb up on a nearby window

“Watch yourself” Peter warns, hands moving to upwards to catch James if he fell

Remus was chuckling at his James’ laziness when he saw his eyes widen, before literally cleaning his glasses to check he was seeing it right.

Suddenly he jumps down, grabbing Remus by his cardigan and Peter by the wrist

“Prongs what the-” Remus is cut off

“It’s your girl” is all he says letting go of the boys but gently rubs Peters wrist to say sorry if he hurt it

“What?” Remus forcefully stops in his tracks, looking at James wide eyed

“It’s your girl” James points to the crowd, hithering for him to follow

“My girl” Remus looks at the crowd then James “My girl” it dawns on him, following swiftly

Meanwhile the girl and boy whose names you couldn’t give a lesser fuck about were finally bring their attention to you

“What do you what?” the girl glares at you but you see right through it, her eyes give away her fear and in all honesty you’d be scared of you right now too

Sirius arrived just then, mouth dropping in shock and backing up to go get the others when James wraps his arm around him and Remus and Peter appear on his other side.

Remus felt sick as he saw who you were in a confrontation with, wondering how you knew or if this was all some coincidence, but really, he knew the answer

“Leave him alone” you say scarily calm, a stark contrast to the rage within and your earlier shout

“Or what? What are you going to do about it sweetheart?” the boy steps forward

He was a little taller than you, and clearly trying to use that to intimidate you whilst simultaneously eying you like a piece of meat. You knew who he was, another arrogant rich pureblood whose name meant everything in his eyes but nothing in the real world.

You hadn’t seen your boyfriend or friends, all you could see was red and the two arses who dared hurt the sweetest man who ever lived. But if you had seen them, you would have saw James grabbing Sirius’ hand to stop him from punching the boy, while Peter does something similar for your boyfriend

“You know, my father knows your father” you start, watching the confusion take over his face but a few other slytherins including a younger brother of one of the marauders knew where this was going and grinned subtly “Prissy little fellow, strange isn’t it?” you ask almost rhetorically, almost, because you know the idiot will answer

You stepped towards him then, looking up at him with no fear, and, if anything, amusement

“What's strange?” he plays right into your trap

“Well your mother and father are quite small, even your grandparents are rather short, whole family actually…strange that you’re so tall is all” you muse earning sniggers from the crowd and the boys face falters “But alas your heritage isn’t my point” you smirk, glancing at the girl who looks like she's getting ready to run before your quiet calculated wrath turns towards her

“And your point?” his face hardens again, the fury in his eyes already marking your victory

“My father’s your boss” you state then seei the pure shock on his face “Didn’t know that huh?” you say teasingly

“Even if your father is his boss he can’t fire him based off you running to daddy over some narrative you’ve got in your pretty little head about your boyfriend” he tries to mock back, gain laughter on his side but there's a dead silence, almost uncomfortable as everyone can feel the second hand embarrassment

Your smirk grows

“Oh mister asswipe” that gains laughs and a cackle you recognise as Sirius’ “Can I call you asswipe?”

“N-”

“Good” you shut him up “Well mister asswipe, and little miss asswipe, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you dearie” you throw her a wink and that finally sends her running off, abandoning her ‘friend’ and you giggle “Looks like miss asswipe left the building” you shrug

Remus watches you amazed, seeing his girlfriend put his and so many others bullies in place was satisfying, almost empowering, to watch…although it also reminded him to never, ever, piss you off

“Your girl is fucking awesome” Sirius whispers, shaking his head and loving every second of this

“She's so cool” Peter smiles

“Chose well mate” James lifts his hand from Sirius’ shoulder and pats Remus’ back

Remus can barely splutter a 'thanks' back as he listens to the boy scoff

“Avoiding my question with a misdirect? Amateur y/l/n” he rolls his eyes, earning boos from the crowd that you would later find out was started by Sirius and James

“If anyone's an amateur it’s your father. Let’s face it he’s only got a job at the Ministry because he’s rich and pure blooded, and while my family may also possess those traits we have something your inbred one could never have”

“And what is that?”

“Respect, love...oh and class of course” you say simply “So, how would it affect your fathers already unsteady reputation when 3 to 4 dozen students come forward tomorrow with their statements of how you, and your little friend, have been bullying them for the last 7 years” you pose with a wicked grin, 'ohhh's' coming from the crowd around you and a 'damn' from who you can only assume was James

“I-ugh” he panics looking around the room and is met with no sympathy

“You see if there’s one thing even the purist of fuckers and the mugglest of muggleborns can agree on is what a piece of shit looks like and you, Mr Asswipe, are that…” you stab his chest exactly like the girl did last week “…piece…” again “…of…” and again “…shit”

The boy looked mortified and down right terrified, clearly hoping that situation was hypothetical but judging by your dementor and satified smirk, his reputation really would be going down the toilet tomorrow

Your smile dropped to a glare, ready to seal your final threat when you glanced briefly to the side, doubling back as you see Remus and your face softens immediately. He looked somewhere between shocked and impressed, but above all relieved, gifting you a funny looking yet grateful smile

You give him a quick one back before returning to the boy in front, face hardening to a menacing look once more “If you ever bully anyone again I will end you, but if you or your little friend dare come near my guy again, so much as breathe the wrong air around him I will do so much worse. So. much. worse” you say the last bit slower and lower, puting the fear of Salazar into the boy, who’s name we care not about "No one messes with my guy"

You point at him, trying not to laugh at fear on his face nor him literally shaking in his so last season boots

“Understood?” he nods quickly “Sorry princess, couldn’t hear you”

“U-understood”

“Good” he doesn’t move “You can leave now” and he does, quickly, like a penquin with his arse on fire, meanwhile the crowd claps

You give them a smile, seeing a couple professors pretending like they saw nothing in the corner of your eye, both wearing smirks.

Your main focus went to Remus, walking right up to him but you’re cut off by his friends

“Teach us” James gets down on knees as does Sirius both bowing their heads like you were a god

“If moony says no to marriage I’m here darling” Sirius adds earning a smack in the back of his head by Remus

“She’s my girl” his words and voice so soft yet so firm

“Sorry Siri” you shrug, throwing him a wink before taking your boyfriends hand and leading him away, leaving James and Sirius chucking while Peter gives you a rather adorable wave goodbye

There aren’t many words spoken on the way to his dorm, only the password to the portrait and a ‘you first’, both said by Remus in a whisper

“Are there actually people coming forward tomorrow?” He wonders, closing the door behind you

You giggle “Yup” you pop the p “He’s never gonna bother you or anyone again”

“How-” he’s cut off by you taking his hands and leading him towards the bed

“You remember last week at our study session?” You ask, dropping your hand from his and beginning to undo his tie

He nods “you heard them?” he asks, heart rate picking up at both the conversation and your soft movements

You slide off his tie, pads of your fingers pressing tenderly into his shirt as you push off his cardigan “I did” you admit, placing his tie and cardigan on a nearby chair

“Why didn’t you mention it?” He’s whispering now, breathless at the simple movements done with so much care

You begin unbuttoning his shirt, placing a sweet kiss on the new skin exposed with each one undone

“You didn’t want me to know” you say simply between kisses “So I plotted how to destroyed them”

He chuckles at that

“You succeeded there Bunny” he lets out a smile, a weight lifted for the first time in a long while

You continue to kiss down his chest to his stomach and Remus’ eyes flutter with each one

You untuck his shirt “You think I went a little far?” you meet his eyes, you felt no sympathy or guilt for what you did but you needed to know he felt it just

“Best thing I’ve ever seen” he wasn’t lying, seeing his girl humiliate his bullies was a little hot, he had no idea how much of a spitfire you could be when you wanted to

You smile, leaning in to kiss his nose “I thoroughly enjoyed it” your fingers run up his chest, gently playing with his dusting of hair as you do before you push off his shirt and place it with his other clothing

Remus takes over when you fingers move to your own tie “let me” he kisses your temple, nudging his nose deeper into your hair afterwards as he can’t express his gratitude through words

He takes off your emerald tie, placing it neatly with his own. He kisses your nose, adoring the scrunch and giggle while his hands find the hem of your jumper. Your hands go up without instruction, this dance had been done multiple times before, yet neither of you grew bored of it

His fingers find your buttons, copying your own movements and kissing as he goes. His fingers tickle your skin as he untucks it, and he catches it when you let it fall from your shoulders.

“Pretty bunny” he compliments, now sitting up on his knees and kissing just below your belly button

“Pretty wolf” you return, seeing the inner conflict in his eyes at it

You encourage him to stand up and he takes your extended hands which help him to his feet. You then unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers, pushing them down just a little and letting them fall to his ankles before taking his hands again, needlessly but sweetly helping him step out of them

Left in his boxers Remus’ fingers hook around the band of your skirt, gently pulling it over your hips before allowing it to fall to the floor. He then moves you towards the bed, tugging your tights down to your thighs

“Sit down bunny” he gently asks, chuckling as you do sit but let your body fall back onto the bed, lifting your legs for him

He glides the tights off, placing them with your skirt while you sit up

“Is my night shirt still here?” you sit up, already unclasping your bra

He nods, grinning to himself as he goes to his dresser and catches a glimpse of you as he does.

Grabbing the shirt he turns back to find you have already gotten under the covers, sitting with your knees bent, arms lazily wrapped around them with a thin sheet covering yourself, back on full display for him

“Come here big guy” you tap the bed next to you

His face light up, cheeks raising as he climbs in next to you “Here Bunny” he holds out the shirt only for you to gently push his hand back

His eyebrows knit for all of two seconds before the raise, face flustering as the covers drop and you turn around, leg lifting up and over as you straddle him

You take the shirt from his now loose hand, while his eyes flick from your chest to your face but mostly to your chest until the shirt slides over them

“You’re killing me” he tells you, hands sliding up your bare thighs slowly

“I know” you say, pressing your lips together as you smile

“Cruel temptress” his hands find their way under your shirt, resting on your hips, thumbs caressing where your band of your underwear meets your bare thigh, tucking themselves into the crevice

You bite your lip, eyes trailing down his chest to the pudge of his stomach, loving the squish from his seated position

“Maybe…or perhaps you’re just so beautiful I can’t help myself” you say, causing his already dusted cheeks to kiss his eyelashes

“You really think so?” He asks, like he has too many times before but you still treat it like the first time

Cupping his cheeks you whisper “I know so” yet this time you have more to add “you aren’t pathetic nor are you worthless. You have more in that heart of yours than they could have in a hundred lifetimes. You are more than what you turn into once a month and the scars you have from them” you kiss the old wound on his nose “They are beautiful, they aren’t a reminder of a monster they’re a reminder of the brave…brave man in front of me” you peck his lips as you speak, unable to resist “You’re not a monster or a freak. You’re Remus, the man as pretty as the thing you’re named after”

His grip on your hips tightens slightly, bringing you that little bit closer as he leans his forehead on yours for a few seconds before pulling back, eyes a little glassy

“I adore you” is all he says, no denial of his beauty, no argument that he was indeed a monster, no, none of that this time

You smile “I adore me too” you quip, yelping a little as he nips your sides “Meany” you giggle before one hand drifts up and pulls you in for a kiss

Sadly, you pull away early, much to his, and your, disappointment but you can’t let it go unsaid

“I love you”

He didn’t need the confirmation, everything you just said, did and were doing for him confirmed your love.

Still, hearing those words completed him

“Say it again”

“I love you” you repeat, chewing on your lip as his hand moves back to your hips to pull you impossibly closer

“One more” he whispers, leaning in, lips brushing

“I love you Remus lupin” your lips tickle his, both smiling before your lips meet again

Your hand finds his chest, palms flat against it, while his move up and down your waist. Lips moving in sync while your bodies try to move closer, merge as one. His tongue sliding out and over your lips, diving in when you grant permission

“Hey you’ll never…oh hello”

You and Remus jump at the noise, lips disconnecting with a small trail of saliva as you turn your head to see James and Sirius at the door, the former with Peter asleep in his arms as a rat and the latter with food from the kitchens

Remus’ hand lowered your shirt the moment the door clicked open, hands resting on your bum to ensure it was covered. While you wipe your now plumb lips with a shy smile on your face

Sirius was smiling while James raised an eyebrow “You two doing it right now or is this still the lead up?” He wonders motioning

You giggle, tucking your head into the crook of Remus’ neck while he answers “Out” he points

Sirius chuckles, turning to James “Told ya he’d get turned on by…”

“Pads” Remus scolds, cheeks heating up so fast you can feel it creeping up his neck

“What?” Sirius shrugs while James pushes him out of the room mouthing ‘sorry’ although that was mostly for you when you peak out at them

The moment the door shuts again you and Remus start laughing, especially at the muffled “be safe” from Sirius

“So” Remus starts once the laughter dies down

“So” you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, hands finding his and playing with them

“What do you want to do?” He asks, although he’s pretty sure he knows the answer

“You know what” you grin at him

He lets out a chuckle “Come on then” you both wiggle down on the bed until his head meets the pillow

You smile to yourself, shifting your weight to one side and lowering yourself to lay beside him. Remus reaches down and grabs the covers, pulling them up until your shoulder, as your head moves to lay in the crook of his shoulder

“I love you rem” you kiss the side of his chest, leg and hand moving around him

“Love you too bunny” he kisses your hair, arms wrapping securely around you “sweet dreams”

“Sweet dreams” you murmur, somehow already falling asleep

Remus just smiles down at you, not one hour ago you had the entire school afraid and in shock, while now it was like none of that ever happened and you were his sleepy bunny again…and he was your guy, your wolf…

Your moon

Thank you for reading 💛 (a/n: hope someone got the doctor who reference in there)

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garoujo · 1 year

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✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI RIN ; — you just wish your step brother would take a break sometimes, but now you’re there to make sure he does.

warnings: f!reader, stepcest, all characters written 22+, a little grinding, the beginning of a handjob, rin needs to learn to take a break sometimes. note: more of this agenda cause i can <3

sometimes your stepbrother was a bit too driven for his own good, you think as you walk into rin’s bedroom to find him stretching on his yoga mat. you don’t know when the last time you seen him rest was, if he wasn’t training he was stretching, fixing his kit or doing what he’s doing now.

but something turns deep in your abdomen at the sight of him, it was impossible to deny that he was pretty — carved muscles and pretty features, it wasn’t fair how handsome he was, truly. maybe that’s what draws you nearer, taking careful steps into his space despite the way he still manages to hold his positioning. you’re sure he’s noticed you, but he’s still yet to actually acknowledge you — maybe it’s because he’s scared to knock his concentration, or the sudden tension that blankets the room instead.

“rin?” you try, it’s quiet and whispery, although distracted as your eyes narrow on the beads of sweat that carve out his perfect physique as rin rests there. his gaze is softer when his head tilts to look at you, the gentle eye movement catching you off guard before you can pay too much attention to your step, you were aware of the matt at your feet — but not enough for you to remember to step over it with your next step when your gaze is locked on your step brother before you.

it’s humiliating the way you come down hard on top of him, although you’re pretty sure your landing would have been less comfortable if it wasn’t for him breaking your fall. his skin is fairly damp with sweat beneath you but you’re too acutely aware of the way his hand seems to have curled it’s way around the back of your neck to pull you into him, like he deliberately tried to cushion your fall despite the way you almost knocked him out with you.

“what do you think you’re doing?” the tone of rin’s voice is still softer despite the way he grits his teeth and looks down at you, and you’re sure if you were anyone else — a teammate even, he’d be much less forgiving — but you’re not. you’re more than that, his pretty little stepsister who’s clothed cunt he thinks feels so warm against his cock as your thighs straddle his lap.

“sorry—“ you have more to say, another apology, but when you’re scrambling to push yourself off of him you can’t ignore the way his other arm seems to have hooked its way around your hips. every desperate movement to push yourself off of him only seems to emphasis the way you can feel him twitch beneath you, your suspicions only being confirmed with the blooming flush that paints his cheeks despite his frown.

“i didn’t mean to..” you try again, although you’re not sure what comes over you when your words are accompanied by a subtle little roll of your hips, making rin inhale sharp as his fingers squeeze at your skin. he’s already rock fucking hard, wide-eyed and rendered speechless when his step-sister rewards him with another slow grind of your clothed pussy against him.

“w-whatre you doing?” he tries, but his words are whispery and breaking under the weight of his arousal as his hands move to grip at your waist, like he’s considering stopping you despite the way he only encourages your movements as he eases you along the length of him.

rin’s never had a women moan for him like you do when he eases his bulge through your folds, the blunt head catching on your clothed clit as your thighs twitch around him, and he fucking whines before he’s flushing deeper at how needy he sounds beneath you.

your brother blows out a slow breath as his hands continue to explore the topography of your body, a flush high on his cheeks when you cast him a starry eyed glance and lean down to push your chest closer to his—you feel even better than he’d imagined. “i just want you to rest, rin.” you’re so caring, he likes that — emphasised by the throb of his cock against as he pulls you into him, eager to feel you closer as his head thumps back against the matt.

rin’s hands flex into your skin before his lips are meeting yours clumsily for the first time, a whining sort of hum vibrating through your lips when you part them and he uses the opportunity to dip his tongue past your own, nose pressing against your cheek as he twists softly into you to deepen it, kissing you senseless until you’re pliant and melting into him.

“we.. we shouldn’t.” he gasps but he can’t stop — he was still a little awkward despite how long you’d been in his life now, he was still blunt and straight to the point. but there was a certain sort of charm to how earnest and nervous he still was, although there’s an edge of desperation to his voice that makes you burn when he hooks his arm around the back of your neck to pull you closer.

the kiss breaks wet when rin pulls away to growl — low and needy, feeling your fingers toy and tease along the waistband of his sweats before you’re pushing deeper, palming at his cock and wrapping your fingers around the base as he helps you ease through the layers between you. he’s already fucked, too far gone with his step-sister hand wrapped around him and he knows you have him wrapped around your fucking finger.

the first real stroke of your palm against him makes him groan, pushing his bangs back from his forehead before he’s sending you a blown, lidded look with parted lips — drawing you back into him so he kiss you again. it’s messier this time, every kiss smeared and drooled against your lips as he loses himself in your movements, hips twitching into the tight fist your hand has made around him as you squeeze at the sensitive glands of his cock.

“don’t.. fuck—don’t stop that.” rin mumbles against your mouth, it’s filthy, the change in his tone, dreamy and dripping with want and need, a kind that makes your pussy ache and your breath come uneven as you exhale with reverence across his lips. it was always your job to take good care of your big brother afterall.

you can feel the way he’s already throbbing against you, slowing your movements to focus along the blunt head as he shudders beneath you and you swipe the precum gathered at the tip along the length of him to ease your strokes. he’s breathing deep as he palms at you, trembling with every flick of your wrist as he grabs at every inch of your body to try and ground himself.

“i won’t.. just let me help you relax, rin.”

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