#now that im done this drawing i can finally work on a request someone gave me awhile back goodness 😭😭😭

[kaytub]

HAPPY 37 DAY!! MY FAVOURITE NUMBER AND MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS

#37 #3/7/24 #37 reverse 1999 #march 7th #hsr #r1999 #reverse 1999 #yes im a day late but i was so damn tired i could not hold my pen #(i also LOST my apple pencil so that was awesome) #i found it tho #now that im done this drawing i can finally work on a request someone gave me awhile back goodness 😭😭😭 #sillies #fanart #art #digital art

[yushipie]

Academic Rivals To Lovers - Oh Hyeontae 1/2

Oh Hyeontae x f!reader | warning {none} fluff 💌

Requested ✅️ | m.list | part 2 release date 3.8.24 { may come out earlier }

Sorry for any spelling mistakes | ♡♡♡

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Today is Monday you know what that means? Mr. Park decided on our partners for a project that's coming up soon, I don't care who I get... well I would prefer if it was someone smart and wouldn't make me do all the work... well SUPRISE I got the complete OPPOSITE out of all people he put me with Oh Hyeontae whose basically my rival he thinks he's so good in everything just because he got a higher score than me in math ... and maybe some other things but that's not the point.

People say i have no reason to dislike him but i have every right! I've always been first but since this Hyeontae kid showed up he's taken everything gosh I hate him and his pretty face.

After the teacher announced everyone's partners, I sat still at my desk thinking about all of the bad things I've done to deserve this, and that was until I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking behind me I see him standing there his hair was slicked down while he stood still with our school uniform on smiling down at me, "Hi Y/N " he says with a smile soon Turing into a smirk " isn't it lovely being partners with each other? " He says sitting in the seat next to her " cut the act Hyeontae neither of us are happy, secondly I don't recall saying you could sit here " she says looking away quickly after accidentally making eye contact with him. "Why are you so mad? Is it because i'm smarter than you?" He says while innocently smiling as the girl turns her head almost breaking her neck just to look at him " you wish, i'll take back my number one spot and wipe that ugly smile right off your face ."

" Ha! i'd like to see you try. What makes you think I'll give up that easily? " Rolling your eyes, you get up and leave the classroom, leaving the boy sitting there staring at your figure, disappearing into the halls now being filled with other students.

TIME SKIP (last period)

Not paying attention to the teacher, you sit in your seat bored drawing random pictures in your notebook. You should be taking notes right now especially if you want to take back your spot as the top student but the teacher is no help with this boring lesson you dreaded math it was your worst enemy you'd do anything not to have it. Looking randomly around the classroom you make eye contact with Hyeontae only to see he was already watching you notching this you start to glare at him completely forgetting he was in this class, scoffing you rolled your eyes once again turning to look back at your paper not seeing the smile he gave you as he does the same.

After what felt like 100 years in this class the school bell finally rings signaling school is over as kids fled out the rooms the once quite halls were now field with laughter as kids met up to talk with their friends others still packing to leave. Finally done packing your stuff, you head to the door, but before you could leave out the room, someone comes up to you that someone is no other than oh hyeontae. " What do you want now? Im trying go home" you say with a small attitude "look i know you don't like me but we have to be partners whether you like it or not I'm not going to fail because of your childish behavior Y/N and im sure you wouldn't want to fail either" he says looking at you with a serious face knowing what he said was true you decided to deal with it " okay fine " she says rolling her eyes while letting a sigh escape her mouth " we can meet at the library tomorrow after school DON'T be late" was the last thing the boy heard before the girl turned to walk out the classroom.

To be continued ~~

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#fantasy boys #fantasy boys fluff #oh hyeontae #hyeontae #kpop fluff #kpop

[raggaraddy]

hello, so if you still take requests i want to request yandere reaction where the reader is as possesive as them, or like she willingly do anything for them and obey them. its totally okay if you dont feel like writing it or maybe you dont take request.. its just im craving reading something like that and youre a great writer :)

A/N: Hi, I am still new to writing reactions, so I hope that this is what you wanted or you at least like it.  Thank you for your sweet comments. Enjoy!

Mine

Summary: When another girl gets a little too comfortable with Jungkook your reaction's a surprise to the both of you.

Trigger warnings: Fighting, mentions of abuse, violence.

Jungkook

You had begged Jungkook to take you with him tonight. He'd been so busy with work lately and you'd found yourself missing him too much when he was gone. So when he said he wasn't staying home tonight, but he was instead going out to a bar with some of his friends, you were enthusiastic for him to take you with him. It had used to be the complete opposite. Every time he left you alone, gave you some time to breathe on your own, you were thrilled. But more and more you'd started noticing him in a new light.

Sure he's rough and demanding sometimes. And yeah, he can lose his temper every now and then. But you're not perfect either, and you know it must be hard for him, especially when you behaved so insensitively at first. However, despite your flaws or his, he deeply loves you. He accepts you for who you are and he wants nothing more than to keep you safe. How could you ever find anyone else who cared for you as much as your Kookie did?

The night started as every night out with Jungkook did. He listed out the same rules over that he had said dozens of times before.

You have to listen to everything he says and do everything he says. You don't talk to anyone unless he's with you, and most importantly, you never leave his sight. You had tried to run off a few times in the past, so you knew how deathly serious he was about that last one.

After thoroughly prepping you, and dressing you, and warning you one last time to mind the rules, the both of you finally went to meet his friends.

"Sit. Here." Jungkook pointed to the booth table at the back of the bar. You slid in and he right away pushed in alongside you, nudging you in further and further until you were all but barricaded against the wall. As his friends began to come in one by one, they all joined in a large group. While the night went on, you talked among his friends and their girlfriends. A few people got food, but most people were just drinking to excess. You of course got the choice of soda or water. Every now and then throughout the evening, you could feel JK's attention on you, and you would hug his arm a little tighter to let him know you were paying attention to him too.

At some point, it was Jungkooks turn to buy the next round.

"Y/n." He whispered lowly. Even in the middle of a conversation and with the music playing in the background, his voice caught your focus right away. You looked up to him, a small smile and big eyes. "I'll be back in a few minutes." His lips pressed to your ear, his warm breath blowing along your neck spiking tingles down your side. "If you even try to move while I'm gone, I'm going to pin you to the table by putting this butter knife through your hand." He twirls the point of the dull knife into the table, scratching the wood.

Your smile grows a little bit bigger at his threat. Not because you think he wouldn't do it, but because you know there is no way he would ever need to do it. You're not going anywhere.

Your fingers linger with his, holding on for a few seconds extra as he gets up. While the conversations go on, your concentration keeps flicking to Kookie. Watching every now and then to make sure he hasn't left your sight either.

On one momentary glance, you catch sight of some random woman standing too close to him. They're at the bar, and it's quite crowded so it could be nothing, but she doesn't look like she is ordering drinks. She's completely facing him. Talking to him.

Slowly your frustration starts to build as a few minutes pass and they stay in the same position. You don't know who she is, you've never seen her before. Jungkook's body language expresses that he doesn't know her as well. She, however, is acting way too familiar. Laughing, smiling, flicking her hair and pushing her chest out like some kind of desperate slut.

You're trying to let it pass. But after only about 10 minutes of silent stewing, that's all you can tolerate. You know your Kookie has no interest in any other girls. He's just too innocent to realize that this girl is flirting with him. That, or he is only trying to be polite.

She crosses the line though when she decides to put her hand on his arm.

He might have told you to stay in your seat, and you know he is going to at the very least slap you for willingly going against his rules, but you have had enough and you're not going to allow this bitch to paw all over him anymore.

Shuffling out of the booth, you take heavy, furious steps towards them. The second you're in reach you draw against Jungkooks side, wrapping your arm around his. At the same time, you roughly and forcefully shove the heel of your palm into this girls shoulder, knocking her back and off of him. She stumbles looking shocked and fleetingly frightened. You're not done sending a message yet.

"The next part of you that tries to touch him is going to get stabbed!" You growl. Jungkook leans back a little to look at you. A mix of intrigue and surprise coming together to form a smirk on his face. It's not just from the forceful action you made, but also the confident, ruthless way you spoke to intimidate her.

This woman is dumb though. She either doesn't see or doesn't understand how sincerely you made that threat. "Wow," she scoffs. Yelling, trying to be louder than the music, "Is this your girlfriend? She's a psycho." she mocks, stepping forward, speaking directly to Jungkook. You pull yourself in front of him, dragging his hand around your waist to wrap on your hip, your fingers lacing over the top of his. Even with you standing between them, eyes burning with hostility she still doesn't back down. "If you want a cool girlfriend, you can come home with me, baby." She propositions him, with the cherry on top of calling him baby. Calling your Kookie baby! Who the fuck does this bitch think she is?!

You snap forward and slam your curled up fist into her face as hard as you can. She mustn't have been expecting that at all because she falls like a ton of bricks. Knocking into two or three other people behind her before she ultimately falls on to the floor.

Honestly, you've never hit someone before, and you didn't realize it would hurt so much. So you have to quickly shake your hand feeling the bones bruised and jarred. You regain your composure by the time she can gain hers and looks back up to you. You step over the top of her getting into her personal space. "Go find someone else to be a pathetic whore with." You snap. "He's mine!"

She scrambles out from under you and back to her feet, sensibly darting away. Over your shoulder, you can see Jungkook taking control of the consequences of your interaction, assuaging the bartender's concerns. JK knows them all, so if they know that it's him, they're not going to make a fuss over it, they'll just let it go and assume there was a good reason.

You latch onto him again as he focuses back on you. Grabbing your hands into his shirt, you hold him closer. "Don't let other girls touch you."  You whine, taking the aggression out of your voice when you talk with him, but not the seriousness.

"Why? Because I'm yours?" He looks down with a smug smile, and a salacious glimmer in his gaze. His tongue running over the inside of his cheek.

You're still so pent up and frustrated, you just want to be as close to him as you can be for comfort. You press your whole body flat to him, feeling warmed by the firm shape of his arms and chest. "Yes, you're mine."

He insists on a small amount of space between you two, gripping onto your upper arms harshly he pushes you back. His free hand comes up and his fingers cling into your jaw keeping you still.

This is it. You knew he was going to hurt you for disobeying. But honestly, it was worth it to keep her off of him.

Looking down at you so intensely, he isn't reacting the way you had expected. His eyes are instead filled with an infatuated allure that's making your stomach tingle and your cheeks feel warm. He rests his mouth next to your ear like he had earlier. "That was so fucking hot Kitten." His teeth nip at your ear lobe, making you shiver. "We're leaving. Just wait until I get you alone. I'm gonna prove I'm yours."   

#bts #yandere bts #yandere #bts fanfic #bangtan #bts smut #yandere bangtan #yandere jungkook #bts reactions #bts requests #jungkook

[technowoah]

Can you do a Karl x fem!reader where Karl keeps giving her gifts(flowers, armor etc) and reader is just really oblivious? Ty

I thought I was being obvious

THANKS FOR THE REQUEST! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I made it romantic if you didn't mind.

C!Karl Jacobs x fem!reader

⚠︎ fluff, mentions of weapons, im switching between 3rd person and 1st person but its all the same person (the reader)

It simply started with a chest full of flowers at her door step. When she opened the small chest every flower that she could imagine was inside, it was like someone picked every single one of those flowers from a huge field.

She had to try and bring those flowers back into the house so she decided in a moment of bliss to pick up the flowers from the box, instead of lifting the chest all together. Her arms were engulfed with tons of flowers tickling her nose while unkown to her a note was left on the grass beside the chest that held the flowers she is currently taking inside her house.

Dear my love,

I hope you enjoyed the flowers and I hope that you will accept this as an offer as a date, for us to be together for a small amount of time so that I can confess my feelings for you, but for now I hope that you can notice my advances. I would love to go on a date with you soon!

Love, Karl ♡︎

1st person

The next day was like no other day with you going out to either mine, or help and hang out with friends close by. She had ran into Tommy earlier and walked around with him while letting him talk and yell her ears off until they both ended up separating both having other people to attend to. Tommy went with Ranboo, which was unusual, while she went to Karl who was wandering around his house.

"Karl!" You said while waving the man in the colorblock hoodie.

"Oh hey y/n! Whats up?" Karl waved as you made your way back over to Karl where he was standing in the grass.

"I just had a walk with Tommy until he went with Ranboo for some reason, but I wanted to talk to you-"

"Really?!" Karl's eyes widened until he regained his composure.

"Yeah I wanted to check up on you! Like we always do." Your voice was weary not knowing what Karl's intentions were at this moment.

He looked disappointed in some way and you didnt know why. It was sad and confusing not to know why he was feeling this way and the only thing you could do was ask.

"Karl are you okay? What's wrong you know you can talk to me about anything!" You put your hand on his shoulder in a reassuring way.

His gaze was focused on the ground until he turned his head toward the hand the was laying on his shoulder.

"Im fine! Im all good its okay." Karl sent a smile towards your way trying to keep up his spirits up.

"Alright. I'll believe you. So what do you want to do?" You asked still weary if the situation.

"There's this field of flowers we could hang out in."

The next time it was a sword sheath with an enchanted netherite sword that glowed in the darkness that she revealed it it. Her mouth dropped while she put the sharp sword back into its sheath to protect her from getting cut.

She couldn't believe who would send this to her, but the gifts kept coming and she was no where close to knowing who it would be. There was a small note attached to the end of the sheath and she had picked it up and read the note that hung on a small string.

Dear Y/N,

I had made this from the leftover netherite in storage, I enchanted it and named it Toska, I love the meaning of that word and I hope one day I can tell the meaning to you. Thank you for always putting me friat in your mine and I hope you see me doing the same.

Love, Karl ♡︎

She finally she knew who was kind enough to send these gifts to her. She had placed the sword somewhere safe, so she could use it for combat, or even just keep the sword as a memorabilia from a friend. The sad thing was that she couldn't tell Karl's romantic advancments to her.

The next time this happened Karl had sent her an enchanted bow and arrow and netherite boots. She couldn't belive he remember that her original netherite boots broke. He had sent another note that went the same as the others, sending his love without blatantly saying that he loves her. He wanted to wait till they were face to face to say it, but at this point he thinks that they will stay just friends.

He could tell because if the gestures he would see from her, there was no revelation that he loved her for a while. She somehow didn't notice his advances and that made him want to give more until she finally noticed.

1st person

"Karl! Thanks for the sword It's beautiful." You said as you saw Karl walking on the Prime Path doing who knows what.

"Oh of course! Did you see the note with it?" He asked you with hopeful eyes.

"I did! It was really sweet. What does Toska mean?"

"Oh yeah! It means a longing for a specific something, somone." Karl said.

"That's adorable!" You said while Karl waited for something else.

"That's it?" Karl asked kind of annoyed.

Your eyes frurrowed, "What do you mean?"

Karl shifted while the two of you still stood in the middle of the Prime Path, his gaze was glued to the ground.

"Karl please tell me what's going on! You've been acting like this everytime we are standing together. Please this is bothering me!" You pleaded for your friend to talk to you.

He looked up with another one of his smiles, again, he looked disappointed behind those gleaming eyes.

"I thought I was being obvious, but its okay! Lets do something, let's go see what Big Q is doing." Karl rushed through his words as he grabbed your hand leading you through the prime path, trying to get his mind off of anything, but how good the feeling of your hand felt in his.

The next couple days you woke up to multiple peices if jewelry each day with small notes.

The first day after the bow and arrow was a necklace with a blue diamond with a note.

I LOVE YOU

-KJ

The day after that was a gold bracelet that you had feel in love with and ended up wearing everyday with another note attached.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

-KJ

You hadn't seem Karl after that one day when he dragged you around the whole smp kingdom, and you were getting worried with all the gifts that he was working for. The fact that he spends time to find diamonds, enchant netherite, and find jewelry makes you worry for his sanity. Him spending this much time on you when you want it to be equal playing fields. You didn't want to feel like a queen, you just wanted to be loved.

You drew the line when in another chest there was a totem of undying.

Y/N I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WANTED TO SAY THIS TO YOUR FACE, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE ITS NOT CLICKING SOMEHOW. I REALLY WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO SAY THIS. I will love you till your last breath, if you happen to use the totem of undying, well it speaks for itself.

-KJ

You had rushed over to Karl's house where he was sat on his stairs looking out into the distance and the sky. He looked ao pretty with the wind in his hair and his colorful hoodie he was wearing.

You had stomped over to him with the totem of undying glowing in your hand.

"KARL!" You had raised the totem in his face and he was taken aback because you had raised a glowing piece of gold too close to his face.

You continued your rant, "Karl I like gifts, but this is drawing the line! A totem of undying?! This is way too much. You could've told me you loved me straight up front without the gifts! I would've accepted, whatever you were going to do! I love you too and you know that! I love you as a friend and as lover, I would love to be your girlfriend." You calmed down as Karl's eyes progressively started to return to their normal size instead of widened.

Karl started to chuckle with a small smile on his face.

"I thought I was being obvious!" Karl laughed and you lightly chuckled as well.

You brought him onto his feet and brung him into a hug in which he reciprocated. You both stayed there for a while until he pulled back and gave you a small, shy peck on your lips juts testing the waters. You had done the same giving him a small peck in return, both of you widely smiling at eachother.

"Y/N will you be my girlfriend?" Karl asked.

"Yes I will, only if you take the totem back."

"Deal!"

Authors Note//

After imagine thoughts: this was shorter than I thought- also have yall noticed I love Karl's eyes. Hope you liked it! 💜

Btw I didn't proofread, i usually dont, cause I wrote this during school hours..

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[multimilfs]

Miranda Priestly x Fem!Reader: A Little Nudge

Summary: Anon requested “Could I request a slightly angsty Miranda Priestly X Reader? Maybe the reader is in the hospital (it's up to you why they're there) and they're panicking because they think they're gonna get fired. Miranda can replace them within the hour, after all.Miranda shows up to the hospital after hearing what happened and reassures Reader that they're fine. She confesses to the Reader because she was so scared something horrible had happened to them and she was gonna lose them. (sorry im just in a sad mood and im weak for hospital scenes)”

A/N: It’s been ages since I’ve written for TDWP so be kind to me, please! I really hope you like it!

Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul​ @multifandomfix​

Warning(s): None

“Why is nobody ready?”

Miranda drawled from behind her desk, glancing at her watch with annoyance. Everyone near her held their breath; nobody having the guts to tell her that it was because you weren’t back yet. 

You were supposed to be back with the accessories from D&G ten minutes ago.

Jocelyn and the run-through team exchanged terrified glances. Someone was going to lose their job today. And knowing Miranda, it was going to be one of them.

They had been relying on the accessories to complete the outfits they’d prepared. An abysmal thing to do, but you’d promised that you would be back early. Now you were nowhere to be found.

Miranda was conveniently unaware of your absence. She was under the impression you weren’t supposed to be back for some time, thanks to a few carefully worded statements from Nigel. If she got wind that you’d gone awol, it’d be hell on earth for everyone in the Runway offices.

Standing beside Miranda’s desk, Nigel saw Serena approach the office. The model stopped when Nigel shook his head. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Talk to Emily.” He mouthed silently.

She did just that, turning elegantly on her heel to see the Brit dialing numbers frantically. Poor Emily hadn’t even noticed that Serena was there.

“Why is Nigel telling me to talk to you?” Serena asked softly.

Emily startled slightly, before looking relieved to have some type of help. She put the phone down on the hook quickly.

“Y/N has vanished,” Emily whispered, “I can’t get her to answer her bloody cell phone and she was supposed to be here ages ago!”

“What do you mean she vanished? She doesn’t vanish.” Serena asked.

“You’re telling me. Jocelyn needed the accessories from the winter collection for the run-through and she promised to have them here. Miranda is two minutes from firing them all if we don’t come up with an excuse.”

Emily let her head fall into her hands, repeating her low mantra that she loved her job. Today was not going to be an easy one, it seemed.

A moment before Serena could suggest anything, Miranda’s cold voice echoed from her office.

“So what I’m hearing is that you failed to prepare? After I gave you countless days to finish a simple task.” Miranda asked.

Everyone winced at the chill in her voice. La Priestly wasn’t known for being warm, but this felt like frost-bite.

“We’re just missing the accessories for a few of the outfits.” Jocelyn offered.

Miranda’s hard gaze settled on the girl, making her regret speaking. Drawing attention to herself was the last thing she should have done.

“‘Just’ the accessories,” The editor said dryly, “If you were to go skydiving, I’m sure you’d be fine without a parachute then?”

Jocelyn shook her head quickly. The only way out of this would be for a miracle to strike. She was mentally kissing her job goodbye.

Then Emily’s cell phone rang.

Scrambling for the device, she could have jumped for joy to see your name on the caller ID. She was furious, mind you, but glad to see you were okay.

“Where the bloody hell are you?” Emily hissed in lieu of a greeting.

“Em, I can explain-“

“I’m sure you can, but it better be good or I’m throwing you La Priestly.”

“I’m in the hospital.” You said.

Emily inhaled sharply. She didn’t miss the way your voice cracked over those few words. It may mean more work for her, but an injury like that could cost you your job.

“What did you get yourself into?” Emily asked.

“The heat today exascerbated something and I collapsed, the doctors are running tests now.” You explained softly, lacking the energy you normally had.

Serena watched worriedly as Emily put her forehead down on the desk, letting out a defeated sigh. This felt like the icing on the cake of an already terrible day. She had no idea how to break it to Miranda. The woman was practically reliant on you and your abilities.

“Em?” You whispered over the line brokenly, “Tell Miranda I can have my desk cleared once I’m d-discharged, okay? I understand-“

“No. You-You don’t get to abandon me so close to Paris. I’ll find a way to fix this…”

“It’s okay. I understand what it takes to be one of Miranda’s girls. Collapsing on the job isn’t part of the description.”

“She can make an exception.” Emily snapped.

You sighed on the other end. It broke your heart that you’d probably lose everything now, but you understood that Miranda was far too busy to accept an injured assistant. Even if you did hope that she cared enough to keep you on.

“Do what you can, okay? Just don’t get yourself sacked. I’m at Presbeterian, room 311.”

There were a few more words exchanged before Emily hung up the phone, looking hard at Serena, who stared back with concern.

“Y/N is in the hospital.” She said quietly.

Serena stood with a look of shock on her face. What could have happened to put you in the hospital?

“How are you going to tell Miranda?” She asked instead.

“Beats me, but someone has to.” Emily laughed bitterly.

She stood and walked to the doorway of Miranda’s office, where the woman was regaling Nigel with the incompetence of her staff, who were standing in the room. Nigel noticed Emily and raised an eyebrow in question, to which she shook her head. His face seemed to pale.

Unsure of what to do or say, Emily remained standing in the doorway. She kept her hands clasped in front of her to keep from ringing them.

“Is there a reason for your hovering, Emily?” Miranda asked, her icy gaze resting on her poor assistant.

“Um, well.” She tried, but nothing came out. She froze.

“Do take your time. None of us have jobs to do.”

The editor rolled her eyes, a devious smirk resting on her face. She drew a sort of horrible glee from seeing her employees squirm.

“Y/N is in the hospital.” Serena said.

Any movement in the room stopped immediately. The run-through team held their breath, looking to Miranda.

Upon hearing the words, Miranda felt her heart drop into her stomach. Her hands gripped the edge of her desk hard. Besides something happening to her daughters, something happening to you had become her worst nightmare.

“Excuse me?” She asked, tone just above a whisper.

“She’s conscious, she called to let me know herself where she was,” Emily rushed out, before anyone could make the situation worse, “Something occurred that caused her to collapse, but-“

“I’ve heard enough.”

Miranda was out of her seat the second Emily mentioned that you were awake. That you weren’t gravely injured or in a coma. Her fear eased slightly, but it wouldn’t vanish until she saw you. She was barreling through the office without a care for what was on her agenda.

“Cancel any meetings for the rest of the day and get Roy here immediately. I want access to her room upon my arrival; I don’t care what favors you have to promise or whose egos you have to stroke, get me into that room.”

She snatched her coat and purse from Serena’s hands, rattling off the demands without slowing her pace. Then she was ensconced in the elevator while everyone looked at one another in shock.

“Do you think she’s going to fire her?” Emily asked Nigel, who laughed.

“I think that is the last thing she plans on doing. Now I’d get on the phone with Roy…”

Eyes widening, Emily let out a yelp, rushing towards her desk. Nigel just shook his head; of course Miranda would hold out on her feelings until you fell injured. She apparently just needed that final nudge. 

———

In your hospital room, you were trying valiantly to hold back tears. Your head was leant back against the pillows, eyes closed. All you could see was Miranda’s face in your mind.

You weren’t sure what happened; one second you were walking down 35th, the next a paramedic was standing over you hounding you for information. If you hadn’t been in an ambulance racing through traffic, you would have demanded they let you out. You had a job to do.

Now, you couldn’t. You had let down the editorial team and Miranda by proxy. It hurt you in a million different ways, but you accepted that you were out of a job. That you would no longer spend the days around the woman you secretly loved.

It sent a pang of pain through your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut against it. Remaining strong, even now, was important to you. It wouldn’t do to let your resolve crumble.

Absentmindedly, you heard someone walk into your room. You let out a loud sigh.

“Look, doc, I told you I’m fine. My head may be throbbing, but I’m not going to die on you. Though I may if I don’t get something other than hospital food.” You laughed.

“I’m sure that can be arranged.”

You snapped your eyes open at the voice that was clearly not your doctor’s. Standing there, looking divine as ever, was Miranda Priestly. The woman you were hopelessly in love with.

“Miranda?”

“No, Donald Trump.” She deadpanned, a smirk pulling at her mouth.

Did Miranda Priestly just make a joke? Your mind asked, though you couldn’t stop the grin that spread on your face. She looked pleased at your reaction.

“You didn’t have to come all this way, you know,” You said softly, reality creeping back in, “I told Emily that I could have my desk cleared as soon as they discharged me.”

“I beg your pardon?” Miranda said, feeling as if the breath had been stolen from her lungs.

“I know how busy your schedule is- Hell, I arranged it. You didn’t have to come all the way here to let me go.”

“Is that why you think I’m here? To fire you?”

“...Isn’t it?”

Miranda let out a hollow sounding laugh, pinching the bridge of her nose. You watched her with thinly veiled confusion. Then she walked to your bedside, hesitantly placing her hand on top of yours. Your heart stopped.

“Silly girl,” Miranda said softly, “Do you think I would come here for something as menial as that? Do you think I’d race here, heart pounding with fear, to fire you?”

You felt like you were in a dream. Given that you were in a hospital, it didn’t seem too outlandish that you were imagining it. But when Miranda leant in and placed a soft kiss on your lips, you knew this was reality. This was no mere dream.

She made to pull away from you, offended at your lack of response, but you wouldn’t let her. Grabbing the lapels of her blazer, you dragged her lips back to yours for a long kiss.

When you finally separated, you felt like you were riding a cloud. This was never what you expected to happen. It was wilder than your wildest dreams.

“So… I take it I’m not fired?” You asked with a cheeky smile.

And so overcome with happiness, Miranda let her normal mask drop, throwing her head back and letting out a joyful laugh.

#miranda priestly #miranda priestly x reader #tdwp #the devil wears prada #miranda priestly imagine #tdwp imagine #tdwp x reader #the devil wears prada imagine #wlw #wlw imagine #jan2021 #multimilfswritings

[snootsnoot-fiction]

Your Gentleman

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None really

A/n: My first marvel fic yay!!! I love that it’s Bucky as well☺️ This is a birthday gift for my dear friend who I love @inthatmomentwewereinfinite 🎉🎉🎉 you’re honestly one of the nicest people on the planet, I hope you have the best day you can ❤️

Summary: You haven’t seen Bucky in years…

The life of one James Buchanan Barnes was quite the tragedy. At least for the most part.It was a long, involuntary life, but to say he wouldn’t be the least bit grateful for the majority time skip would be a lie. Oh, there were things “Bucky” Barnes missed of course, but there was plenty to make up for it.

The man thought he would lead a simple life; serve in the war, get married with Steve as his best man, maybe even die of old age. A far cry from the fate that really awaited him, for he found himself being part of the Red Skull’s experiment. An experiment that began his journey as who would infamously be known as The Winter Soldier. 

~~~~~

You were quite the artist to say the least. You lived and enjoyed a fairly quiet life as well. That’s not to say your talents weren’t sought out, for you were also quite the fashion designer. Sometimes you would simply consult. Create and draw up a design for someone else to make. Occasionally you would make the pieces yourself. It was an interesting way of making money, and you were happy to keep living your quiet life - your involvement usually kept secret in some way at your request.

Needless to say, one of the biggest things you ever worked on was the new suit for Captain America. You found his tale fascinating. You knew of the man, but it wasn’t until you heard he was back that you looked into him a little more. Strange things seemed to be happening more often.

The detail of his best friend’s supposed ‘death’ was another thing that interested you, but all anyone could assume was he actually was dead now. It didn’t stop you from wondering though.

You did work on occasion for people such as The Avengers, but aside from that, you were a normal citizen. So to say you were surprised when you caught the eye of Mr Barnes in modern day was an understatement.

Recognising him immediately, you weren’t sure what to do. He looked beyond exhausted, and it was clear to you he was trying to keep his head down. The man carried on, and despite thinking you probably shouldn’t, you followed. The next thing you knew, a cold arm was pinning you against a wall as the one and only James Barnes stared at you. Up close, his eyes looked even tireder, and you could see just how rough a state he was in.

“Why are you following me?” He huffed out. Anyone could see how tense he was. Almost afraid.

“I’m no-one I swear! I just recognised you and got curious… you’re Bucky?” He slowly let you go, but remained tense. “I don’t even know what happened… you look awful…” you frowned slightly as you gave him a proper look. You really had no idea what was going on, but you felt bad for him. Whatever happened to this man, you were glad to not know right now. 

~~ a few months later ~~

You wondered how people would react to finding out about you helping ‘The Winter Soldier’. The thought made you nervous sometimes, but you knew what you were doing to be right. Something in you from the moment you met him told you he himself was at no fault, but of course, not everyone would see it that way.

The day you met him, you had ended up giving him a fresh change of clothes that would help him to blend in more. You had offered more, even a meal, but trust would take time to build, and he didn’t want to stick around you too long. 

‘Too many innocent people…’ was all he muttered before giving thanks and leaving without a word.

‘I’m happy to help…’ you hadn’t been sure if he even heard you, but surprisingly it wasn't long before you saw him again; with time, the two of you built a sense of trust. Bucky would never stay too long, but when he did you would allow him to use your own facilities if he needed, You would make him a warm meal almost every time, and give him another fresh change of clothes if he needed them.

Trust takes time though, and you didn’t know much of the story of why he was even here. You didn’t want to push or pry, but you couldn’t help but wonder sometimes. 

Today was the day you’d learn.

The old soldier hesitantly stepped into your home. It always made you frown a little to see just how hesitant he was; whatever it was he was hiding from, you wish he didn’t have to.

“I know you don’t like to, but I made my sofa up for you just in case-”

“Sofa? The couch?” You went a little red and chuckled nervously.

“Yeah sorry, I didn’t grow up here..” and for the first time, you saw him smile. It was little, but it was there. It made your heart flutter just a bit, causing you to smile.

“I might take you up on that.” His words were quiet as he walked in to see the couch. You had set a single, plump pillow on one end, and laid your biggest blanket over the piece of furniture. Bucky had been so hesitant to talk even one word to anyone, nevermind taking refuge from someone, but he couldn’t even remember the last time he had a nice place or spot to sleep. Not only that, but you seemed genuine to him. Deep down he knew he could trust you. Your smile widened.

“Are you hungry?” At your question, he looked back at you with a small nod. The tired look in his eyes made you want to really look after him, but there was only so much you could do and you didn’t want to startle him.

That night, you sat on opposite ends of the couch as you ate a freshly cooked meal, some sitcom on the TV. Eventually you decided to ask him what had happened to land him here. There was no pressure to answer of course, and you were more than willing to forget you asked if he didn’t yet feel comfortable to tell his story… but he did. You listened patiently and quietly as Bucky talked about The Winter Soldier.

Little did you know just how far you had already fallen for this man.

~~ Avengers Civil War ~~

After hiding for so long, Bucky had to admit there was something refreshing about now being out in the open.Of course, the circumstances were most unfortunate, but whatever happened, he would no longer be in hiding. Therefore he wouldn’t be putting you in any more potential danger. The two of you had grown quite close, and if anything happened to you because of him, well.. he didn’t like to think about it.

People like himself existed and had been used to assassinate King T’Chaka, and now the group his best friend Steve had put together were trying to get to the guy behind all of this. Unfortunately Tony Stark had created an obstacle for them. The old soldier could see that both men were somewhat regretful, but firm in their beliefs. Before he knew it, the fighting had begun.

Bucky and Sam Wilson had hidden in the airport terminal to start when this kid in a red and blue costume came at them. Sam knocked the kid away, so Bucky ran after them, and when he reached them, he saw an opening and threw a chunk of metal at the weirdly flexible kid. Naturally this kid was able to throw it right on back before being tackled by Wilson again.

Reaching the both of them just in time, Bucky ran between them as the spider kid flung himself at Sam, landing both the men in the floor below and his metal arm in some sort of.. webbing. The old soldier hated the fact they ended up in this position because of a child who didn’t even sound as though he had hit puberty yet. That’s when the kid was thrown out the window by the little robot bird.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” he growled at Sam, genuinely annoyed with the guy.

“I hate you.” Bucky merely scoffed at the response. They were in the middle of something big, but for a brief moment he found it funny that Steve’s new friend was this guy of all people.

Despite all this, you were still there. In his mind. With everything now in the open, he hoped your part in all of this was still in the dark. He just wanted you safe. To live your life.

~~ present time ~~

To Bucky, it almost felt like his past had repeated somewhat; to skip from one time to the other was confusing and frustrating. At least this time around it wasn’t as far into the future as the last time.

For you, however, it was a lonely experience. With The Snap, you had stayed behind. You lived out those five years. You had found a connection with this older guy you absolutely adored, and then you find out he was snapped out of existence along with half the planet. Lonely was an understatement, especially at the start.

At least he didn’t physically die - a fact you turned out to be grateful for when suddenly all those who had been Snapped were back. Of course, you knew the type of life Bucky led beforehand, so you were still worried, but you hoped with time he would contact you again. That hopefully things had finally calmed down at least somewhat in the world now. 

Meanwhile, in the last five years you had moved to New York. With half the world gone, work had been a difficult adjustment for everyone, and you decided to start your own little business in The Big Apple; a prime area for you. It was just a little fashion/clothing business, but it turned out well enough to keep you afloat. Business got quite busy when everyone reappeared. It was stressful at first, but you managed to hire a few other people that helped. You were even able to start taking a little time to yourself occasionally in all due time. Eventually it became the norm.

With business and the world calming down, Bucky Barnes had been on your mind recently. You wondered where he was, if he was alright.

You were in your store. It was a weirdly calm day today, so you sat on a chair behind the main cash register. You heard the door open, but by the time you looked up, the person had disappeared behind one of the clothing racks. You thought about keeping an eye on them, ready to get up if it looked like they needed assistance.

“I got ‘im.” One of your workers said from behind you, offering a smile as she walked past you.

“Thanks.” You smiled back, watching her hover near whoever the customer was before looking back down at the book in your hands. You seemed to get quite into the book, because before you knew  it, a shadow stood over you, but you didn’t notice until he spoke.

“Hey..” the voice caused your heart to stop as your ears perked and a weird yet pleasant shiver flew down your spine. You knew that voice. You knew eventually you would see him again, but it was still a surprise.

Slowly, you closed the book, and your eyes dragged up until they were on that same face you had last seen way over five years ago now. His hair was short now, but it was him alright. It was Bucky.

The man offered a small smile and wave as you stared at him. You had no idea what to do.

“Uh.. this your place?”

“Yeah…”

“You’ve done well.”

“I’ve had a lot of time.” Your responses were automatic. Your mind was blank.

“Uuhh..”

“Bucky?” You stared at him with wide eyes, your voice triggered a slightly wider smile on his lips as he nodded.

“It’s been a while.” His words made you scoff loudly.

“You’re telling me!” The both of you chuckled. The last five years had felt so long for you, but the two of you were already falling back into your old dynamic.

“... Listen Y/N.. all that old stuff.. The Winter Soldier stuff… it’s gone now.” His words made you smile for him. You knew how much his past had troubled him. You doubted it was completely out of the way, but you knew what he meant.

“No more hiding?”

“No more hiding.” Bucky smiled, a look of genuine relief on his face.

Just then, a group of teen girls walked in and your smile disappeared for a moment.

“I’m at work. I’m the boss but I still gotta work, we can’t..”

“I know a place we can go to later if you want? Catch up?”

“I’d love to! I close up around six today, we can go after then.”

“Perfect! I’ll come back and we can walk there together.” You smiled and nodded, too shy to say anything else right now. Bucky smiled before turning around, looking back at you as he opened the door to leave. You gave him a little shy wave.

You spent the next few hours constantly thinking about Bucky and finally being able to see and talk to him again. Excited was an understatement. You were happy. Bucky was back. You were always too shy to say anything about what you felt, but absolute adoration was another understatement when it came to that man.

The clock had finally struck six. Your employees were now leaving, and you decided to check the store, make sure everything was alright before closing up. The same employee that had helped out earlier that day came up to you as you picked up your things.

“Your gentleman caller is waiting outside.” She had a knowing smile on her face. She even seemed kind of excited and she stood there and waited as you blushed.

“Thank you..” you attempted to avoid her gaze as you packed the rest of your things in your bag.

“I’ll tell him you won’t be long.” At that, you offered her a smile before she left and you took a moment to relax before following.

Bucky wasn’t right there as you left through the front, but when you turned back around after shutting and locking the place, there he was just a couple feet away from you. A small flower bouquet in his hand. Your heart melted at the sight.

“I know you’re not much of a flower person, but I wasn’t sure what else to do.. You know… with the time gap and all.. But these are your favourites.” Bucky looked almost nervous. You shyly stuck your hand out to take the bouquet, your fingers brushing against his as you did.

“They’re perfect, thank you.” A small smile tugged at your lips again as you looked at them before looking back to the man in front of you.

“I’ve missed you Y/N.”

“Me too.. You that is! I’ve missed you, not myself.” You blushed as Bucky chuckled at your flustered self. He then held out an arm.

“Shall we?” You hesitated before taking hold of his arm with your free hand, a feeling of happy warmth washing over you.

“We shall.”

Tagging; @blondekel77 @book-hoardingdragon @mandosmimi

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fluff #bucky barnes #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes fluff #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier fluff

[matronaa]

[2] (this one is my favorite) kinda shy!reader too bc im an introvert with poor socials skills heheh. the reader works with hawks. it can be quirkless reader btw. she keeps a sketchbook where she draws when she get bored at work. one day she drops/leaves it at the office by accident. hawks picks it up but before returning to her he sees sketchs of him and/or his wings. he teases the hell out of the reader but it ends up rlly cute. fluffy fluffy

a/n: this was kinda fun for me to write bc I'm also shy and introverted and I love to occasionally draw so these requests were 10/10 tysm lmk if you have any other requests :))

You were Hawk’s personal assistant. You really wanted to be a hero and help people, but of course that wasn’t exactly easy to do when you didn’t have a quirk. You settled for helping the 2nd top hero, Hawks. Not that you were complaining, though. You had a tiny crush on Hawks, honestly most would just see it as admiration for his hero work. Yeah, he was really nice with fans, and tbh gave the best fan service, but when you were alone in his office he was even softer and more friendly. Somedays you’d spend the entire day chuckling with each other, getting distracted from the mountain of paperwork you had. Other days you sat across from him and had in-depth conversations about almost anything.

You were kinda shocked at how close you guys were since you were typically introverted and didn't have the best time talking to others. me too sis its okay we can struggle together. You and Hawks just seemed to click. Even when you were shy and awkward the first few days of working with him he made sure to reassure you that there was nothing to worry about. In no time you were talking with each other as if you had been friends forever. 

Of course he is still your boss, so you typically chatted about topics that were work-related. You knew not to pry into his personal life and he respected your privacy. One of the things you never really talked about with him was your love for drawing. You didn’t draw as much as you used to, but in high school that's all you did. It was just so calming for you and was a good outlet since you weren’t the best at voicing your emotions. 

Hawks knew you had a sketchbook. On days you didn’t have much work to do, you’d come into Hawk’s office and sit in a chair in the corner to draw. The office was lively, so often times your coworkers would be a little loud. You appreciated their energy, but sometimes you wanted some peace and quiet yk? 

One day, you’re sitting in your little corner chair when someone knocks on Hawk’s door. He mumbles a ‘yes?’, not looking up from the paper he was reading. Your coworker, Lisa, peeks her head in. 

“Is Y/n in here?” She asks, the door still halfway closed.

“I’m right here, Lisa.” You smiled up at her as she turned in your direction. 

“Hero Ground Zero wants to make an appointment with Mr. Hawks, and I know you’re in charge of his schedule.” She said and you nodded in response. “He’s on hold right now.”

You sighed as you stood up, placing your sketchbook on the chair beneath you. You followed Lisa out of Hawks's office and to the phone with your planner in hand.

After a 3 hour conversation because king explosion murder kept yelling at you to get an earlier appointment, you finally booked him in for a week from now. You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked at the time. You could finally go home. Normally work wasn’t tiring but that call drained all your energy. You packed up your laptop and planners from your office before going next door to Hawks. You knocked three times before quietly opening the door. He was still as his desk, doing paperwork. He looked up at you and gave you a tired smile. You go to offer help but he cuts you off. 

“I’m good, y/n, go home and get some rest.” He yawned. “I’m almost done. 

You nodded and said your farewell as you closed the door, heading home for the day. 

Hawks was lying. It was 6 pm and he knew he wouldn’t get done for another 3 hours. He groaned as he finished signing another paper, his wrist aching from writing so much. He decided to stand up and stretch his legs, proceeding to pace around his office. He lifted his arms in a big stretch, his wings unfurrowing and spreading behind him. As he began to come down from the euphoric high the stretch brought him ya’ll know what im talking abt that GOOD stretch yfm something caught his eye. There was your sketchbook. He really fought the urge to look through it, he really did. But curiosity killed the cat and big bird picked up the sketchbook. He giddily skipped back to his desk before sitting right on his paperwork he had to finish. He opened the book to find a really talented drawing of a guy. With wings. Wait is that him? 

It wasn’t like you were obsessed with him and the whole sketchbook was him, but there was an occasional sketch of his profile or him at his desk. There were even a few colored pictures of him and his beautiful red wings. He found it amazing how well you could draw, and honestly was a little jealous. 

The next day you came in a few minutes earlier than normal. You noticed as soon as you got home the day before that you had left your sketchbook at work, but you were too tired to drive all the way back to get it. You reached Hawk’s office and knocked three times before opening the door. 

“Hey Hawks, have you seen my sk- ahhh,” You paused as you found your sketchbook in his hands, and a stupid grin on his face. “Don’t-”

“Hey, little secret admirer.” He teased, standing up and walking around his desk to hand you the book.

“It’s not like that,” You pouted, snatching the book away from him. He chuckled before patting your head. 

“Sure it isn’t, Birdie.” Your face flushed at the nickname. “But you should show me your art more often, it’s amazing.”

He ruffled his fingers through your head before squeezing past you out the door, leaving you to tend to your racing heart. 

#bnha #mha #hawks headcanons #hawks scenarios #hawks x y/n #bnha hawks #hawks imagine #hawks #hawks fluff #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines #mha oneshot

[tick-fic-nick]

Braids, Family, and Tickles

word count: 1784

Summary: No one in the mighty nein knew that Caduceus was ticklish until Jester made a little discovery. He finds out that a peaceful day can take quite the chaotic turn.

characters: (Caduceus, Jester, Beau, Fjord)

Warnings: (Tickling)

Caduceus was sitting alone on the floor in his room with the door open, in the Xorehouse. He had been meditating for an hour, when he heard someone (not so sneakily) enter his room. He opened one eye to look to see who had come in, though he was sure he already knew. He saw Jester sitting down a few feet away from him with her sketch book and regular paints.

He fully opened his eyes now and gave a small chuckle, "hello Jester." He sound happy to see her.

Jester looked up to meet his gaze with surprised

"Oh my gosh, im sorry Caduceus I didn't mean to disturb you, I just wanted to draw you but it was hard to get a good angle out there."

His posture had relaxed and he pushed his hair away from his face. "Its alright, do you need me to pose? Or should I just do what I was doing?"

She put a finger to her chin, in a show of contemplation, "Well, what if you were in a really silly pose?" She jokingly suggested " Like you could be doing a handstand or make a really funny face?"

Her suggestions made his features curl up into a smile "Well I havent done a handstand in many years. I dont think i could do one even if I tried," he brushed the hair away from his face again, "i dont know if I can make a silly face."

"Do you want to try?"

"Sure." He takes a second to think about the face he'll make before his eyes go crossed, brown furrows, face scrunched up, and he just barely sticks his tounge out. He turns to Jester "is this, uh, is this silly?"

Now the face that he makes isn't to terribly funny, but the way he executed it just makes Jester laugh, "hahaha thats a really good silly face Caduceus! But you don't have to keep that up, I can draw you how you normally are."

He had his face go back to normal, and then moved his hair out of his face again "Thats good, my mother always said that if you kept making a face that it would get stuck that way"

"Caduceus is your hair bothering you?"

He moved his hair again

"Oh, well. Its just been like this today, theres nothing I can really do about it."

"Well, why don't I help braid your hair? I used to help my Mama do her hair before her performances, I wouldn't mind helping get it out of your face for you." She already started putting her sketchbook to the side along with her paints.

"I guess I wouldn't mind, if your offering."

Jester sat up on the bed and had caduceus sit on the ground in front of her. She took his long mohawk in one hand and started to think about how she should go about doing this. She finally started to make a French braid. Weaving his hair, she could tell he was leaning into her just a little bit. Which he was.

"I always love my Mama doing this for me, do you like it?"

"Yeah, I'd say I do. It actually feels a little tickly."

"Tickly?" She laughed "like ants tickly? Or like this?" And she used her tail to lightly go over one of his ears. He twitched his ear and snorted, batting her tail away. "Caduceus! Stay still, I almost lost a hold of your braid!" She teased.

"I cant sit still if you tickle my ear" he deadpanned. Though there was a slight tinge of red to his cheeks, but Jester couldn't see it.

"Okay, okay!" She grinned, and continued her work. After a few more minutes she finished the braid and tied it off with a band she hand around her wrist. Hopping off the bed she stood in front of him, and looked at her hard work. "Oh my gosh, Caduceus, it looks great!"

"Does it really?" He stood up and looked at the mirror in his room and gave a laugh, "thats funny."

"Whats that?"

He looked down at her "I look like my sister." He chuckled again looking back into the mirror, not seeing Jester look of mischeif.

"You know caduceus." She walked closer to him "I dont think anyone even knew your were ticklish."

He froze for a second, before he turned to her and put his arm at her forehead. Impending her movement forward. "I have siblings Jester, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Her goody smile turned into one of determination "well if you going to play that card, then im going to play my own!" She walked away from him and ran out the room and down the stairs.

It didn't quite click to him that she was getting reinforcements, so he picked up her sketchbook and paints of a nearby shelf.

                                         ______________________

It was a little bit later, after dinner. Most of them were sitting in their living room except for Caleb and Veth who were working on a spell, and Yasha, who went to her balcony to listen to a nearby storm.

The rest were having a nice conversation and enjoying each others presence, Caduceus had put a pot tea on to start cooking and got up to get it when it was ready. When he got back he put the tea on the center table to cool off, and took his spot on the floor.

They were talking nonsense about a schrodingers skeleton, or something of the such, whatever it was, it was amusing.

Though the conversation was stopped when Caduceus snorted, and his arms came to protect his ear and neck. The culript of this reaction sitting next to him with a bright smile on her face.

Fjord looked up with amusement at him "Caduceus are you alright?"

He stammered, his face flushed "oh well, I--" he was cut off by Jester

"Oh, hes fine Fjord. He's just a little ticklish."

"Caduceus, your ticklish?" Beau looked up towards the tall firbolg, who has a wobbly nervous smile.

Jester answered for him again sitting a bit closer to him "his ears are, but I dont know about the rest of him." She reached out her hands but she got stopped again by his arm to her forehead.

He put up his other hand to the other two "yes I am ticklish, but if you tickle me I will get every single one of you back for it."

Fjord look towards to Beau, with a mischievous grin "Beau, did you hear that? I think he just threatened us? How rude"

"Yeah, its almost like he's asking for us to teach him some manners" she looks back towards Fjord playfully punching her fists into her palms.

"Oooohh Caduceus, your in so much trouble!" Jester wiggles her fingers towards him without getting any closer because of his arm. His flush spread to his ears and neck, he quickly turned away from her and looked at the others.

Though he panicked when he only saw fjord right in front of him. He tried to turn around to look behind him but he was pulled down onto the floor by Beau, who had stuck up behind him.

He looked up at the three who stood over him, which seemed to spark many memories of his childhood tickle fights with his siblings. Beau climbed up and sat right on his waist, making sure he can't move. Jester hopped over to his head and sat next to it, playing with the cloth near his shoulders and neck. Fjord sat near his knees and legs.

Beau looked down at him, mostly deadpanning, but he could sense some satisfaction when she said "its nothing personal, man. Think of it more like uh.. an initiation!"

Jester spoke up and leaned over his head, her face upside down from his angle "yeah, totally. Cause you always sit out our tickle fights caduceus."

Fjord peaked around from beau "its almost a right of passage." But caduceus could quiet see any of them. His hands rest on top of his rosy face.

He groaned, "please just get it over with, you guys are horri---EEe"

His request was cut off from a squeak that erupted from his mouth with died down into soft almost quiet giggles. His body shook and he squirmed at the tickly feeling getting poked and proded around his torso.

Jester followed Beau's lead and playfully jumped her fingers around his neck and ears. His giggling got audible with her contribution and the hands that were covering his face twitched and flung to her hands trying to catch them.

"Hehehehehe wahahahait! Dohohohont! Ahahaha hehelp"

Fjord voice popped up through the laughter "help? I think I can assist you, Caduceus."

"Nohoho!"

"Oh nonsense I'm happy to help. Do tell me though, is this a good spot?" His hands spidered around Caduceus' knees, even though there was he was wearing his normal baggy pants, it didn't seem to matter. His volume increased quite a bit. So did his squirming. His legs shook and wiggled, trying to get away from the tickling. "~I think it is~"

"Nohohohoho! Not thahahahat kihihihind of hehehehehelp!"

"How about this then" jesters voice said right before he felt one of his arms getting restrained by Jester. She then started to slowly poke and scratch down his restrained arm teasing the sensitive area. "Is this helping?"

He shook his head no and started whining clawing at her hand with his other arm, but no use "Not thehehehere Jehehehester"

"Why? Is it tooooo ticklish?" She attacked on the last word wiggling her fingers down into his hollowed pit.

His laughter started to boom, and go up an octave. Beau suddenly found it more difficult to stay straddled on her firbolg friend. And jester almost lost her hold on his arm.

"HAHAHA, STAHAHAP STAHAHAP. NOHOHOHO! UHUHUNCLE! UHUHUN HAHA"

Both fjord and beau stopped tickling and just watched jester slow down and unrestrained his arm. His laughter just stayed at giggling.

Beau got up off caduceus, and stood up looking down at the giggling, out of breath firbolg on the floor "hey man, you good?" She asked

His giggles had mostly subsided and one of his hands still covered his face. He looked at each of them. His wobbly smile turned into an amused smirk. "You all, are in such trouble"

Everyone gave amused somewhat concerned looks at each other while caduceus got up and walked towards the tea pot that he'd set down earlier. He picked it up with one hand and looked back to the three, slightly out of breath.

"Hey look, the teas ready"

#critical role #critical role s2 #the mighty nein #sfw tickles #tickle fic #tickle #ticklish caduceus #critical role tickles #jester cr #jester lavorre #caduceus clay #beauregard lionett #fjord stone #this took longer than expected #hope you enjoy #sfw

[nice-kill-tanaka]

May I have a my hero and ohshc matchup plz

I'm a short girl around 5'2 with long brown hair and eyes and a leo. I like anime,dragons,reptiles,drawing but I'm not good,tarantulas,sweets,video games, memes,dark humor. I am very kind but I care more about others than I do myself. I have bad anxiety. I tend to overthink about everything. I love to sing especially country music but I am tone deaf. I have trouble standing up for myself because I was bullied alot. I can be very blunt. I also love to swear. I can be very loud. I love a good mystery and cop shows. I love dad jokes and puns.I am terrified of bees and heights. I am very lazy but I can be good at doing stuff if motivated. I have a very kind heart and sad stories or ones with very happy endings make my heart happy or hurt like crazy. But even though I'm kind that doesn't mean i am nice all the time. I am extremely grumpy and have a short temper especially on no sleep or if I just woke up. I also do have adhd and some anxiety I dont like being touched randomly unless I know it will happen or if I touch someone. As for dreams I'm not sure I wanna be a voice actor but not too sure if its right for me as I don't know how to edit or even have the equipment. I want someone who can just listen to me as I ramble on about things I love. I want someone to understand that I think differently then normal people. I also want someone to be able to understand im not the most affectionate person but I can be if given time but I will help someone if they are touch starved like I am.

[🌄 @cutelittleriot requested one (1) regular My Hero Academia matchup. I have just the ingredients for that! Sit tight while I get to work.🌌]

YAYYY!! First bnha matchup!! I gotchu bud 👍 I’m thinking about trying something new for the bnha fandom in particular. So, I’ll try it out and see what you think! Also, I got a little carried away with this one, so if it doesn’t seem characteristically accurate to you, please tell me!! 😖

And, the lucky person is:

⛰Eijiro Kirishima⛰

Quirk: Dragon

Dragon is a mutation quirk. It manifests slowly over time, until the user becomes about 60% dragon-esque at around 15/16 years old.

Scales and tough skin appear on the arms, legs, and face. Sharp teeth and claws grow in. Horns protrude from the forehead. A tail grows from the spine. Finally, wings grow from the back.

Flesh becomes twice as tough in places where scales are.

Depending on the user’s body type, wing usage is limited. (Since you’re generally shorter than average, “flying” and gliding comes easier to you.)

When the user consumes pressurized carbon dioxide, their stomach converts it into flammable gasses. Which allows the user to breathe- er...burp...fire.

Fire must be carefully used however. The smoke produced can accidentally be breathed in, causing lung damage.

🌱Humble Beginnings🌱

I’ll start by saying this: Being bullied is never fun. Being bullied over something you can’t easily control or change? Rub salt in it, why don’tcha?

You weren’t sure what the select few kids in your grade thought was so hilarious about your quirk. But, they managed to find enough wrong with it to do their damage for most of your time in school

First, the patches of scales that showed up on your skin were “too weak”. Then, your awkward transition stage with growing horns, wings, and tail was suddenly “ugly”

By the time your quirk fully manifested, the jeers finally devolved to “freak-ish”

Like a river carving out the Grand Canyon, the work was slow and wore you down over time. But, the impact was a lot bigger than even you’d initially thought

While you managed to somewhat heal and learned to guard your emotions against such hurtful things, that’s all you learned to do: Guard yourself. You were a shield with no spear, since you never fought back

With the help of supportive parents and teachers, your self-esteem wasn’t so low, but you did often downplay or underestimate your abilities

Like, Bitch??? You can burp fire??? Know your power???

The people you were on good terms with seemed to see a potential that you either disregarded, or didn't know about all together

They saw the way you treated others with consideration and forethought. How, despite (or because of) your anxiety, you remained hyper-aware of the problems of others and how to accommodate. And while your anger did have its vices, people knew how hot your righteous rage could burn

It actually took a lot of convincing for you to even apply to U.A. 

Outside of your other aspirations for the future, you didn’t particularly feel worthy for the job. Of anything you could be, you weren’t a fearless, upstanding, unshakable individual, not even giving a second thought to throwing yourself into danger for the good of others. You weren’t your alleged definition of a hero, and that was enough to deter you

But, whenever you recited your polite (well-rehearsed) decline, most gave you the same weirdly optimistic retort:

“Just try, maybe you’ll do better than you’re giving yourself credit for.”

So, here you were at an entrance exam full of people you hardly knew, wondering how you even rationalized to yourself that this would go just fine

The written exam went okay. As well as you could for literally guessing what to study to pass

All you had to do was do your best on the physical exam, and you’d be done for the day

But, your issue was in the people around you, not the exam itself

You were aware of the high amount of attention the moment you walked onto campus. The way other kids measured you up from a distance, studying everything about your not-so-human body. Watching your every move, especially the way your movements were strained from soreness (A short period of intense training tends to do that to you). You assumed they also wanted to see if your disposition was as powerful as your quirk suggested

((You specifically noticed a coltish, green-haired kid muttering to himself, questioning if your wings could actually support your body weight))

Even now, as the prospective heroes-in-training warmed up, you felt the stares burning into you

Half of you wanted to lift your eyes and rhetorically ask what the hell they were looking at, only feeling more annoyed as you snorted and returned to what you were doing. The other half wanted to fold into yourself until you disappeared (If only it were that easy)

But, you had enough (Roughly, one billion) worries on your mind to put confrontation on the list. Shaking off your anxious shivers as you lowered your head and continued with your “stretches” seemed so much easier

(A.k.a. Staring off into space as you held your limbs in awkward positions)

The time to begin the physical test was drawing near, and your self-doubt hadn’t eased up. Maybe this was a mistake. You didn’t belong here. Not when so many other students could fill the space you’re wasting so much better. Maybe if you slipped through the back now, you’d save yourself the disappointment of not living up to your own standards

“Hey, brown-haired girl! With the horns!”

You heard a gruff whisper from not to far behind you, from the left. You tensed for a moment, wondering what the voice could possibly want from you. But, the sight you saw was rather unexpected

The voice definitely matched the body, bulky and slightly rough looking, a little taller than you. Matched with a sweet face, sharp teeth, and bright, spiky, red hair. The smile he showed you instantly calmed your thoughts

“…Hm?”

You gave a short response, not wanting to jump to conclusions yet

“I saw you looking kinda psyched out over here, so I thought talking to you would make you less nervous!”

You felt a warm and fuzzy sensation in the pit of your stomach. As much encouragement as you got to achieve things, you didn’t see much of it to consider how you felt. How you could feel better. You liked it, which was surprising, considering the encouragement came from a perfect stranger

“Oh, uhh…thanks then. But, I’m fine, I promise! I’m no more nervous than you are.”

“Well, that’s also why I came to talk…I’m kinda freaking out too…”

This boy’s transparency was almost scary, but on the other hand, very comforting. You didn’t catch him trying to stare at your mutated parts once as you talked. Your eyes were the thing he seemed the most focused on, and while it made you embarrassed, it was the good kind (if that makes sense)

But, soon enough, the announcement for the beginning of the exam came over the loudspeaker, and you and your acquaintance had to look out for yourselves. But, before you parted ways, the redhead turned to you

“I’m Eijiro Kirishima, by the way! See you when I see you, Shortie!”

🌳Flourishing Love🌳

The beginning of Kirishima seeing you as a romantic option happened not too long after parting ways at the physical exam

He was almost completely cornered by one of the machines students could disarm for points. And just as that was happening, you had just turned the corner after shaking off another one

You saw Kirishima, but he definitely didn’t see you, trying hard to look tough, but struggling to stand his ground

It quickly dawned on you that Kirishima didn’t have a quirk that could easily deal with the hostile device. And if he did, he was too scared to use it

You vetoed the idea of charging in head on first. You didn’t feel like getting yourself or Kirishima hurt. Especially without a plan. You needed to be smart about getting your only acquaintance out of this situation

Your heart raced and your execution was all but clean, but you ended up using your fire breath to weld the robot’s wheels to the concrete

Before you let your inhibitions get the better of you, you climbed the machine and punched out the camera on the front. From atop the beast, you hung your tail over the edge low enough for Kirishima to grab. You didn’t dare look down at the ground

“Dammit Eijiro, grab on!!”

Once you felt a weight on your tail, you used your wings to propel you both forward. Obviously, away from the robot

You were too high on adrenaline and fear to notice, but Kirishima stared at you like you were the embodiment of Heaven on Earth. The stars in his eyes almost seemed inappropriate for the situation 😅

You looked just as—if not more—afraid than he was. But, you seemed so okay with the fact that you weren’t fearless, and acted like a true hero anyway. He admired, dare I say loved that about you

And he didn’t even know your name

As soon as you found out that you and Kirishima were in the same class, you felt instant relief. At least you were familiar with someone at U.A.

You guys’ friendship developed rather fast, like and extrovert adopting an introvert

Kirishima quickly noticed how fast you opened up once you got comfortable around him, and loved you all the more for how bright and vibrant the unfiltered you was

He found himself picking up on your sense of humor, telling dad jokes you whisper under your breath to the Bakusquad (Much to Bakugou’s dismay 😅)

Don’t worry, he always gives you the credit 😉

As time went on, Kirishima learned to appreciate how blunt you were. He realized that he needed someone to tell it like it is (“It isn’t manly to sugarcoat things! 😤” he says)

And while Kirishima prefers physical activities over video games, he loves to hype you up while you play before classes

It was only natural a mutual crush would form :D

Kirishima finally worked up the guts to ask you out after the U.S.J. Incident

You and him had gotten separated (You had gotten trapped with the cold son of Endeavor. And you both took out the villains with an awe-inspiring display of fire and ice)

Kirishima was faced with the reality that either of you could lose each other at any moment. And while both of you came out alright, he realized he couldn’t be wishy-washy about his feelings for you

He told you on your way to school the next morning:

“Look. What happened yesterday really scared me. Normally, I wouldn’t say that, but I think you deserve to know. Because…you mean a lot to me!! More than I can put into words. I love when we have fun together, and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I never got to tell you how I felt…”

“Basically…I like you!! Like…in the romantic way…”

Your early morning grumpiness dissipated almost instantly, replaced by momentary confusion and disbelief, then embarrassment and joy. Was this really happening…? The boy that took a chance on you since the beginning, confessed that he had feelings for you…? Even though you didn’t question your relationship, you always assumed the nice things Kirishima said, the way he looked at you, was all part of the pleasantries. You questioned if you were even worth all of that

‘But you are.’ The little voice Kirishima helped you develop said. ‘And he would say more if he didn’t look so embarrassed.’

And so, you accepted Kirishima’s confession. And he saw the sweetest smile you had ever given him since the first time he complimented your puns 😊❤️

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one matchup for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

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[anothertimdrakestan]

Light Of My Life Pt.2 Jason Todd x Reader

Words: 2.5k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely returning anon!

“I’m the anon who requested the avenger reader and ......... *chefs kiss* *chefs kiss* *chefs kiss* It’s so good! i love the readers powers and how they get sparky when they’re happy! I always thought that captain America and tony stark and Natasha and everyone else would be protective of the reader so I wonder what would happen if she introduced Jason to the avengers? Do you think they’d find out that he was red hood? (And they’d keep it a secret but maybe then they’d be REALLY protective)”

LINK TO PROMPTS  -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

HI AGAIN IM SO GLAD YOU’RE BACK LOVE!!! We been knew I love me a good protective family and Jason sooooo my beautiful anon you did it again! Chef’s kisses right back at you angel <333 Because you liked the happy sparks let me show you what happens when all the emotions come out to play.... mwahahahaha CHECK OUT PT 1 HERE!

“Fuck no.” 

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend as he pouted. “Hey I met your family you have to meet mine!” you chided, Jason had been reluctant to meet the other Avengers. The last time he’d ever met one besides you was as Robin pre-death when Stark came to visit Bruce Wayne and Iron Man visited Batman. The two never really got along and since Jason idolized Bruce he hadn’t been the kindest to Stark. 

You’d only recently learned this when you told the other Avengers why you always wanted to be in Gotham. Cap was happy you’d found a friend, he understood the necessity of having a person you can talk to and rely on, and he missed his person so he wished you the best. To say Stark was pissed was an understatement. Not only was he secretly rooting for you and Spidey to get together but he always got a bad taste in his mouth thinking about the Wayne family. “No” was his only reply and you had to give him the “even though you’re my father figure and my boss you don’t control my personal life” speech which ended in a hug and some cursing under his breath. To your surprise Peter was equally upset and said next time you went to Gotham he needed to meet this elusive, powerless, gun wielding, Jason.

And just like that here you were in Gotham, wrapping in your boyfriend’s arms, trying to convince him to come meet the “A-list” as he called them. “You’re going Jay. Maybe you can bring Tim he loves the Avengers he’d die to meet them!” you cooed, knowing Jason would agree because he never wanted to tell you no. Jason knew how excited you were, he could feel the light shocks that danced on your skin as he held you. Begrudgingly he agreed. You had decided it would be better to meet as your human personas rather than stir up the media with an Avengers visit to Gotham. 

“Hey gorgeous” Jason grinned as you gave him a spin in one of your favorite outfits, beyond excited to introduce him to the people who were your family you rushed over to him. As you toyed with his t-shirt collar you admired his appearance, Jason was fashionable in the lowkey, vibey kind of fashion, it was perfect, and undeniably attractive. You could tell he was trying to hide his nerves, he gripped your hand tighter than normal and fidgeted slightly, he knew these people were your home and you could tell he wanted to make a good impression even if he wouldn’t admit it.

You’d invited them to your now shared apartment with Jason. The two of you had spent a while cleaning and prepping for guests and the apartment was spotless. Getting the text from Stark that him, Peter, and Natasha were headed up and you saw the three of them cloaked in jackets and hats entering the main lobby. Giving Jason’s hand a squeeze you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and a reassuring looking. Jason leaning into your embrace whispered “it’ll go fine” and you couldn’t tell if he was saying it to himself or you. Almost on cue there was a loud knock and before you could get to the door Tony burst in with Natasha and Peter following. “WHERE IS HE!” Tony yelled and you rushed over grinning. “Shut up Stark behave yourself!” he brought you into a quick hug before looking at Jason. “Hello Todd” he said, Jason looked a little shocked that Tony had either remembered from those years ago or had done his research. Jason stuck out a hand feigning confidence and Tony took it strongly. 

Inviting everyone in you all sat cooly around the living room. As you talked with Natasha about recent events and living in Gotham you noticed that Jason looked afraid to touch you, sitting rigid next to you. Glancing over you saw him getting death stares from Peter and Tony anytime he moved a muscle. “The two of you stop it!” you chided, grabbing Jason’s hand and realizing it was slightly shaking. “I expect it from Mr. Father Figure but really Parker?” you quipped as he shrugged in agreement. 

You could feel your aura radiate with annoyance and Peter and Tony looked taken aback. “Hey Sparky- Y/N it’s fine” Jason looked embarrassed at his use of one of his many nicknames. “Dude you use electric puns too!” Peter looked excited as he told Jason about some of his favorites. As the two bonded you groaned when Peter said “DUDE LIGHTNING MCQUEEN IS SUCH A GOOD ONE!” and went in for a high five over your embarrassment. Tony broke the bro-moment, “So Jason Todd, second Robin, heard you died. Haven’t seen you in a bit do you prefer Todd or Hood?” Jason gulped, straightening up as he squeezed your hand. “Um, Todd is fine, yeah I did and it was really hard but I have Y/N and she’s really been amazing and also yes I was Robin when I saw you a long time ago and you totally already know that but yeah” he took in a deep breath as Tony processed his answers. Turning to you he asked “and he’s nice to you? Good friend? Good lover? No ring yet right? I learned the hard way waiting too long isn’t great but you better not rush this kid” you rolled your eyes hearing the same line of questioning as always. “Tony shut the hell up” Natasha interrupted. “Look, Jason’s whole body is angled to Y/N, he’s holding her hand through the sparks and probably shocks, he hasn’t gotten angry at your dumb overprotective dad moments, and everytime one of them looks at the other they calm down a little more. They’re in love Tony leave them be.” Tony starred in silence before standing up, drawing in a breath you could feel Jason tense. “Alright then I approve. Let’s get this party started! You guys got booze?” 

A couple drinks in an everyone was best friends with everyone. You and Peter weren’t of age yet so you both skipped but Tony was definitely nicer a couple drinks in, and Jason was a lot less tense even though he wasn’t drinking, determined to stay sober to answer any questions he was asked. Peter still looked like he didn’t trust Jason but you couldn’t help but grin as you watched the only father figure you’d ever had bond with your boyfriend. You finally felt like you had a family, it was perfect. 

Perfect until Peter Parker got attacked. 

As you frantically zapped through light posts you heard Jason on his bike behind you. Tony and Natasha didn’t want to alert the press with two of the most prominent Avengers being seen in Gotham and after a couple drinks they decided to let you and Jason take the lead. So as Red Hood and Y/H/N took to the Gotham streets after Clayface who had engulfed a terrified Peter Parker, Black Widow and Iron Man watched from above. 

You zapped in front of Clayface, your skin practically sizzling. “you!” ZAP “are!” ZAP “interrupting!” ZAP “my!” ZAP “DAY!!!” you screeched, letting out all the anger and stress pent up from the day. Unfortunately, your electricity didn’t have much effect on a giant piece of dirt, so you went for keeping it’s attention while Jason fiddled with some explosives. 

You zapped around the scene, being careful not to let Clayface get a hand on you for fear of him trying to engulf you too. You could barely hear Jason, cursing yourself for leaving you comm somewhere in the apartment but you could make out “Y/H/N it’s ready but Peter’s in there!” from Jason. “Shit alright I’m going in I guess!” you called, unsure if your powers would even work inside of Clayface. With a deep breath you ran straight ahead, preparing for whatever came next when a figure shoved you out of the way. Instinctively you shot into a lamp post for safety when you saw Red Hood press the button for the explosives and dive into Clayface. Once you realized he just sacrificed his life for yours appeared on the pavement screaming for Jason. Lightning cracked above you as you cried out amid the explosion. At the peak of the explosion everything you felt was too much, needing to know if Jason was okay and it Peter was still alive you felt stuck to the ground. Letting out a guttural scream you gave up trying to hold everything in. The lightning dissipated as you felt your energy connect to every current in Gotham. As the smoke cleared you saw a pile of Clay and no Red Hood and your heart snapped in half. Sinking to your knees you felt the power of every light in Gotham and it was too much. As your tears poured you needed the pain to stop, it had to stop, you’d lost everything. 

And then it did. No more sparks, no more current, no more emotion, no more pain. 

Your eyes fell out of focus as you stared ahead. You didn’t see two figures emerged from behind the corner of a building. Your eyes were blurry and you felt numb, unable to recognize the voice of Jason as he called out for you. Everything was quiet and muted, no buzzing from the streetlights or vibrations from cell towers, you felt disconnected, lost. Slowly blinking, thoughts of your past boyfriend jolted through you so quickly you couldn’t comprehend the fact that he was right in front of you. His voice sounded like a faint whisper calling for you. A different reality almost. You felt yourself get lifted into the air, off the ground and into someone’s embrace. 

This embrace carried you home. Home. That was your apartment. With Jason. But he was gone and someone had brought you home, setting you softly on the couch.

“What the fuck happened to Y/N” Jason pleaded Tony who looked just as confused. “I think she’s in shock, maybe she didn’t have her comm in and didn’t hear the plan for rescuing Peter then dealing with Clayface?” Tony whispered as he looked at you as you stared at a wall, tears slowly cascading down your cheeks. Natasha squatted next to you, waving a hand in front of your face. “She’s in shock but we need to shock her out of it, anyone got a spark?” Tony quickly reprogrammed part of his suit to deliver a fair amount of voltage into your body. Taking a deep breath Jason just wanted to hold your hand but he knew that was not going to be safe until you woke up. As everyone stood back Tony counted down “One, Two - ”

Suddenly you felt the connection again, it jolted through you and danced on your skin, you felt the humming of the fan in your apartment. Your apartment, you were home. Home. Home is with Jason, and you could feel him next to you. Jason, was, home. Safe.

“JASON YOU IDIOT WHAT WERE YOU THINKING YOU FUCKING DIED AGAIN!” you bolted up and began wailing on his chest, shocking everyone around you at your burst of, well, energy. Without thinking Jason just pulled you into his chest, swaying slightly back and forth you melted into his grip. “Y/N baby Stark thought your comm was on like mine and we thought you knew the plan, you were making a good diversion and everything” Jason explained. “Then Parker and I come out after the big boom and you’re like completely zoned out. Like even the sky was clear, and your eyes didn’t have the little sparkle they always have, we thought you’d lost it or something” he rambled as you finally put the pieces together. Glancing up at him you whispered “so you’re okay?” and he nodded, giving you a reassuring smile. “You can’t get rid of me that easily Sparky” you found comfort in the nickname that was slowly growing on you. 

After a cup of tea and some relaxation you were feeling a lot better. Peter was impressed at how quickly Jason thought on his feet and that he’d put himself in danger to save him and was a lot happier with your relationship. You’d told him about Tim and how well the two nerds would get along so he tagged along with Stark who was out meeting Bruce and trying to explain why there had been an explosion and Avenger sighting in his city, and Natasha used her expertise to know it was time for you and Jason to have some alone time, so she headed out as well. 

Now you were resting in Jason’s arms as he toyed with your hair. Breaking the silence you admitted “I think I severed my powers when I thought you died” and Jason looked up, his face asking you for more. Delving into some of your own truths you admitted “I always knew my powers were emotion driven. Like our kiss that one night. And I knew there was a reason that I have to keep some energy inside and reign it in, but now I know that releasing it all doesn’t explode, it makes me implode on myself. Like the energy I use is raw emotion and when I thought you were gone it hurt too much and I cut it off” you sighed, enjoying the feeling of letting it off your chest. You could’ve sworn Jason slyly wiped a tear away before pulling you in close as he too sighed. “I think you’re right Y/N but that means your powers are more interesting than we ever knew. And I know what it feels like to lose everything, and I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing for ever being the reason you felt the loss. It kills me to think of you in such pain you couldn’t feel it anymore. Because you are the strongest person I know and I know how painful it must’ve been. I’m so sorry. And I love you” 

The big eight letters. They felt right. Raising your head to his you took his lips in yours, trying to convey the same words right back at him. In the moment of pure love you felt warmth envelop your entire body, unable to contain the joy. Mid-kiss you let a grin slip onto your face and you pulled away. “Jason Todd I love YOU!” you moved to throw your arms around him and as you outstretched your fingers you released some of your love into the air and suddenly everything in the room when black. 

“Y/N you just shorted out the apartment building. But I love you too” You were kind of glad the lights were now off because Jason couldn’t see the furious blush that developed on your cheeks. Flopping down on to him you mused “Too many emotions for one day, I feel pretty shorted out too” and Jason hummed in agreement. As the two of your drifted off into sleep you heard him mumble:

“You better get control of these emotions I can’t be telling you I love you then having you break my toaster. I need my waffles you know” and you groaned. 

“I’ll put that on the list of things to worry about. Right beneath the end of the world so pretty high up there” 

“Thanks I appreciate it. Good night my lovely bolt of lightning”

“Goodnight you sappy fuck”

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[nudesmut]

The Naked Bum, Ch. 3 (M)

Pairing: Jaebum x Youngjae

Genre: Smut

Warning: Exhibitionism, nudism

Word count: 2983 words

The Art Class

Jaebum read on the local advertisment that someone needs a nude model for their art class. This gave the horny man some ideas on how that fantasy will work out. He could imagine just them drawing out his well-built body in whatever position they put him in, while they draw out his huge, thick dick onto their canvas. It turned him on, as he stood there, in front of the bunch of ads posted on the pedestal wall in the middle of the park. He was stroking himself and was releasing small groans from the thought of it.

He wasted no time but to head to the campus the next day to see what it looked like. It was filled with students, most were fast walking to their next classroom. Some were gossiping and others sat and ate their lunch. The naked man had already entered the vicinity, allowing his huge erection sprung free. A few of the girls were eyeing on him, blushing at the sight of Jaebum's body and ass. The guys were laughing to themselves, seeing how such a bold man would walk around campus nude. This kind of sight aroused him even more than usual. He couldn't take it anymore as he went towards the middle fountain and got on top of the platform.

There, he was standing all in his bare glory against the morning sun. He grabbed a hold of his huge prick and starts to rub himself in front of the entire campus. The students were all gazed at the nude man, shamelessly masturbating to them. A loud moan escaped him, as his messy dark hair slightly pushed themselves back while tilting his head. His bicep slapped against his muscular pec, while he continiously beating himself. The sound of his precum now lathering over the big shaft is all that was echoing.

The students watched in awe, while many were taking out their phones and recording the scene before them. As much as some would report to the teachers, they couldn't. Who would resist Jaebum's exposed body and who wouldn't be infatuated by it?

"Oh yeah... So good when my big cock is hard... And throbbing..." the horny man panted in between breaths. The ladies were on the front row, while the guys tried to look away from the sight of that dick. Another groan escaped him, as he looked up to his audience where were staring right at his rigid big dick. He smirked to himself, now beginning to fuck his hand. Hips thrusting and his shaft sliding against his palms. "Fuck... My balls ache..." he shudders another moan.

It was a hot sight to behold indeed. The students slowly began to cheer for him as he continues to jack off in front of them. The pleasure and the amount of spectators made his blood course down to his angry erection. "I'm gonna cum....!!!" he shouted before making one last thrust against his hand and spurted more than seven cumshots towards the girls direction, only to land in front of them. "Fucking god...!" he loudly grunted, unloading another stream of massive cumshots at the platform, causing a small pool of semen beneath them. One hand roam around his big chest as he finally empties himself. He then grins and looks over to the crowd and hear them applaud. It satisfied him as he got off the platform and went his way inside the school.

Going down the hall, he saw the front desk. A woman looked up and was shocked to see the naked man standing before her, except the counter only covered the lower half of his body. "M-May I help you?" she asked in a stutter.

Jaebum tilts his head, placing his one hand against the desk while the other massaged his sacs. "Looking for the art class that is need of a nude model?" he responded, his voice sounding husky from all that jerking from earlier.

"Uh... Down the hall. Should you need a towel, sir?" she asked nervously, trying to hide her blush while glancing her eyes down to his abs then back up to him.

Jaebum shook his head and winked at her. "Nope, thanks, cutie." He walks away, as the other side of the front desk is elevated lower than the front side. The horny man walked around it, as the front clerk watched and saw that his dick is hard and big! She clears her throat before resuming back to her notes and pretends to not see the naked man.

The students were already in class by the time Jaebum had arrived, so he stood beside the door, waiting to be called. He told the teacher that he will come in before class started. He leaned against the wall, jerking himself, as he waited.

"Class, we are going to do some nude painting today. What better way to get our class started than to bring in our model. Be respectful, and do not touch him by any means. Come on in!" said the art teacher.

The nude man heard the teacher and walks inside the classroom, holding his huge erection and looks over to the teacher before him. God he was a hot teacher. How old was this teacher? If he were in his early lates 20s, he'll gladly fuck him good. But Jaebum kept himself together and looks over to the class, which he can see a couple of familiar faces from his earlier stunt at the fountain.

The art teacher and the class were a little dumbfounded yet surprised, mostly the art teacher overall. Some of the students were whispering how the rumors of a naked man with a big cock is true. Jaebum stood beside the teacher, casually stroking himself like its no tomorrow. The teacher chuckled to the class before finding words again as the nude man stood there, giving the girls a wink and the guys a seductive smile. He wouldn't mind a class orgy.

"This is Im Jaebum. You.. uh," he glanced over to the naked male before Jaebum exchanged his gaze back before turning to the class before him. "W-Will paint him. Okay?"

As the students struggled to be in front of their canvas, the teacher whispered over to Jaebum's ear.

"Don't masturbate in my class, Mr. Im. This isn't sex ed. Take care of that erection."

"I would, but... then your class will be over, no? Besides, having a hard on increases value in art."

The teacher didn't believe it, but he decided to not argue in the middle of class. Jaebum got on the podium, and was asked to do a few poses and he followed. The students carefully painted him, as an hour gone by. The nude model didn't complain, and just stood there motionlessly. The art teacher couldn't help but stare at the huge hard on, which causes a stir in his pants.

After forty-five minutes has passed, the students finished their work and tried to not stare at the naked man before them.

"Good job, class. I will inspect your work right now. Jaebum, you can sit in the back, okay?" The art teacher requested as Jaebum nods, and walks off the platform before heading to the back and sat down on the chair. He placed his legs up on the table in front of him and spreads them, openly pumping his big dick. Soft moans were heard. "Ah, yeah, baby... I'm gonna fuck you in front of the class... They will watch you moan and writhe under me... Gonna fuck that ass, make you scream in the entire school... Ungh..." thought Jaebum, licking his lip. A swallow was heard from the art teacher when he glanced for a split second at the nude model. He wanted to facepalm.

When class was done, Jaebum was about to leave. The art teacher stood in front of the door and folded his arms.

"What were you thinking? This is absolutely inappropriate to the class. You are a nasty naked man. And put some clothes on!" scolded the teacher, struggling to keep focus on eye contact.

A laugh was heard from Jaebum, showing off that eye smile. He then leaned against the edge of the teacher's table. "Sorry, but I'm a nudist. And I did my part. What's so bad about it?"

"You were masturbating in front of the whole class! And you aren't bothered by it?" his face beginning to fluster.

Jaebum shook his head. "I'm always hard. And horny. So no harm done. Bet you like that little show after the students painted me, eh?" he made a sly smile.

The teacher blushed in redness and cleared his throat. "N-No... I..."

"Admit it... You cannot resist me... And you just want to get fucked by my hard cock..." Jaebum was already off the table and walked closer to the other man, his erection swayed back and forth. The more Jaebum walked closer, the more he reeks of sex and lust. He smelled a little musky, but the teacher felt so much warmth from the other man.

The naked man leaned forward for a deep kiss, pressing the teacher against the door. His hands roam around the other man's clothes. Their mouths locked and hot wet muscles lathered into each other's inner caverns. The teacher blushed feverishly, wanting to push the nude model back, but Jaebum proved to be the stronger one. His hands pinned above the man's head, as Jaebum pulled away and leaned forward to kiss his exposed skin of his neck. A moan escaped the teacher's lips. Jaebum's leaking hard was rubbing against the teacher's tent. "I-I'm getting hard... S-Shit..." cursed the teacher, forming a tent within his slacks.

Jaebum left small spots of purplish blue marks upon the skin, sucking and licking around the small harmless color behind. He finally released both of the teacher's wrists and lowers them down to begin unbuckling his belt, following his buttons. Within a few seconds, he pushed both the slacks and the underwear and knelt down. He saw the teacher's erection, and took the length with his hand and dives down to start sucking the teacher off without hesitation. A surge of pleasure began coursing around the man's pelvis, taking both of Jaebum's sides of his head with his hands, then raked them into his already messed hair.

The nude model didn't want to wait, beginning to pull back and pushed forward with his skilled mouth. It felt full within his mouth, skillful enough to pleasure the man before him. Jaebum's naturally a dominant, and how he treats sexual encounters is by giving them what they want and then overpower them by fucking them in the ass.

However, the teacher was already nearing his climax. His head leaned back against the door's surface, groaning and moaning which made Jaebum thrilled in excitement. He could imagine the students listening, but the door was already locked. "O-Oh god... Yes... Suck me good..." murmured the teacher, biting his lower lip. Jaebum used his other free hand to stroke the base, while the other massaged his sacs. The teacher couldn't help himself much longer and starts thrusting his pelvis forward, causing Jaebum to gag. But the naked man recovered and took control once more, and soon, he felt that sting of orgasm from the teacher. In a loud moan, the teacher pushed one last time and finally came inside of Jaebum's mouth. It was a good amount which Jaebum had no problem swallowing it all down. Pulling back, he licked his lips and soon stood up and leans in for another kiss. A soft hum was heard from the other man.

Pulling back, a devious smirk lifted the corners of Jaebum's lip. He then pulls the teacher away from the door and swung him around before having him turn towards the table. He parts his legs and allowed his ass to be exposed. "Now I get to fuck this ass..." the nude model said, spreading both flesh globes with his hands and massaged them. His massive shaft was rubbing against the tight hole, squeezing the teacher's ass against his big dick. He used the side of his thick shaft to slide up and down, and ilicited a small moan.

"How about it, teach'...? I'll give you some extra credit for being a great teacher of the year. Ungh... Ever gotten fucked before...?" Jaebum growled in lust.

The teacher was already weak by the legs due to that last orgasm that hit him. He shook his head in response. Who knew someone this hot of a nudist was this horny. "N-No... I want your big cock... Please, give me that huge prick inside me..."

This was beyond Jaebum's expectations. When the teacher said those words, a stream of cum already ejaculated all over the man's striped dressed shirt, soaking it. He didn't stop rubbing himself using the man's ass.

"You like it raw... Huh...? Alright, you asked for it, teach'..." Pulling his large erection away, he held the base of it and pushes himself in. The rings of muscles constricted around his already huge size. The teacher moaned out loud, causing the room to echo. Jaebum hissed and tilts his head back. "You're taking my cock so well... You earn a golden star..." when he said those words, he begins to move, stretching the teacher's hole further. The desk creaked beneath them.

Jaebum is known to be rough and raw when it comes to sex. And this was no exception. His muscles bulged once more. Both biceps were defined, his abs more pronounced, and his ass flexed too.  The heat was collecting in the room, the passion only grew between the two of them and Jaebum was finding it harder and harder to keep from coming too soon. But he managed, because he wanted this to last as long as possible. That was how much of a talented bottom the teacher was. Jaebum’s hands grasped onto the sides of the male’s hips. Then they traveled towards the flesh, groping to intensify the teacher's pleasure. “That’s it, baby… Moan for your daddy like you mean it,” he grunted, feeling up the teacher as he would move his sweet ass on his big dick.

The teacher couldn't handle this amount of pleasure. All of that movement made his own cock swell in hardness again, reaching down to stroke it in time with Jaebum's hard thrusts. His other hand was clinging onto the edge of the table. "Fuck, daddy... Yes, please I love your big, fucking cock inside me...!"

The nude man found this to be a fetish, having his bottom boys be wearing a shirt or a tie while he remained naked and fucked them until they exhaust themselves. He leaned forward, allowing his hips to continue thrusting upwards and hits that sweet spot.

"Ahhh!!!" the teacher groaned out loud, his forehead a bit sweaty. Jaebum chuckled and panted in hot breaths, whispering into his ear. "I'm about to bust a load... get ready..." And after a few more jerky thrusts, he finally came inside the man. A huge burst of cum finally shoots out from his huge tip, and shot onto that sweet spot. A growl of lust emitted from the dominant's chest.

"H-Holy shitttt...!!" the teacher groaned out loud, as the streams of sticky, thick cum continued spurting out into his ass, finally exploding outward and landing on top of the his ass. At the same time, the teacher strokes furiously, and also shot his orgasm directly onto the floor beneath him. Jaebum pulled his dick out halfway, allowing two more heavy shots within his ass and pulls out. A soft kiss pressed onto the teacher's neck and pulls away. The other man was laying against the table, already spent and his legs shook from that amount of pleasure.

Upon turning his body around, he saw Jaebum standing there, his huge cock still rock hard and covered in his cum. It was throbbing, as it was leaking out semen from the tip and trickled down to the floor. "What the..." muttered the teacher in a weak voice.

Jaebum could only grin. His body had a thin sheet of sweat. But that gorgeous body radiated against the sun's rays.

"I'm not done yet... Legs up, teach'. I'm gonna fuck you again... This time, I'll carry you while you bounce on my fucking cock..."

The teacher was already in a trance, and nods at his command. He spreads his legs as the sound of Jaebum's dark chuckle was heard from his lips.

After a few hours, Jaebum exits out from the classroom, and turns his head to the teacher's direction. "Thanks for having me, teach'... Hope you had a good fuck-- I mean, day." Jaebum was reeking in sex and didn't mind it. His big erection flopped, already forming precum at the tip. As he left, the entire classroom was nearly at a mess. The floors and some of the tables were covered in so much semen and white liquid. The teacher was on the floor, exhausted at the amount of sex the two have shared. There was no mistake, he was already smelling like Jaebum. And he will never forget it.

Jaebum left campus grounds, while holding onto his large dick and strokes it as he heads back home.

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hi! can i request (G)I-dle’s reaction to fem SO putting their hand on their thigh to tease them thanks! also hope you’re doing well and drinking water!!

GIDLE Reacts

a headcanon showing how each member may react to their female s/o teasing them in the waiting room.

requested by: anon

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You stifled a yawn as you stretched your arms, your back arching in the process. The time read 1:12 pm on your phone before you lazily plopped it back down onto your lap, glancing over to your girlfriend who sat next to you as she was focused on her phone.

She and the other members were currently on break after recording their group scene for their new MV, "Oh my God" and the two of you decided to spend some alone time with each other as you sat in the furthest couch, away from the others.

You shuffled in your seat, turning to face your girlfriend as you stared at her lovingly, wondering how breathtaking a person could get while you leaned onto your palm with your elbow propped up on the back part of the couch.

You watched her scroll through her phone lazily while she sat comfortably with one of her legs placed on top of your thighs, occasionally giggling at whatever she saw on her phone.

You smiled softly at her and let your gaze drop from her face as your eyes started traveling down her body, suddenly feeling your face heat up from embarrassment as you shamelessly checked her out. You couldn't help it though, your eyes were moving on their own.

Your eyes found their way down to her flawless legs and you felt yourself bite the inside of your cheeks. 'Damn,' you thought to yourself as you unconsciously placed your hand onto her bare thigh.

You suddenly thought of a naughty little plan as you grabbed the blanket that you remembered sitting on and covered both of your legs, slightly surprised that your girlfriend hasn't paid any attention to what you were doing as she was so engrossed with her phone.

You let your hand make their way underneath the blanket as you stared at your girlfriend, waiting for some sort of reaction as you let your hand place themself back on top of her thigh. When you stil receive no reaction from her, you let your hand caress the skin, squeezing the soft flesh.

SOYEON

first off, this smol bean has been paying attention to everything you were doing

her attention was split in half; for you and for her phone

anyway, she was completely taken aback from the unexpected action

she literally thought you were just covering both of your legs with the blanket

soyeon's eyes widened as she immediately turned her head to face you with a questioning look

you gave her a smirk as your hand started moving upwards, reaching for the hem of her shorts

soyeon was quick to stop your hand before nervously glancing over to the other members and staff in the next room

seeing that no one was paying attention to you both, she sighed and shot you a warning look; 'We can't'

no joke, that dominant gaze she gave you brought a shiver down your spine

you bit your lip and immediately pulled your hand out from under the blanket as you slump in your seat, pouting at your failed attempt

so in conclusion: soyeon would be stopping you from going any further almost immediately, leaving you no choice but to follow her

MIYEON

completely oblivious at first

mistook your teasing as a sign of comfort; lol cute

but that was all until your hand started traveling upwards

would be flustered af

her face immediately heats up as she tightens her hold on her phone, your fingernails drawing patterns on her inner thigh

decides to not question what the hell you were doing as she lets out a soft whimper once your hand drew closer to her heat

she bites onto her bottom lip, trying hard to not let out any more sounds but fails as your hand slides over her clothed center

"y/n stop, we can't," miyeon breathes out, her face now turned completely red

clearly her body doesn't want you to stop, so you continue to tease her as she starts to breathe heavily

after a few more minutes, the two of you flinched when you both hear her manager clap their hands from the other room, "guys, time to go."

miyeon immediately slapped your hand away as she stood up to fix herself

you laugh once you see a slight scowl present onto her face as she whined, "i hate you," before nudging you goodbye and walking to the set

you literally got her worked up in just a few minutes of stroking her thigh

MINNIE

would immediately catch on what you're trying to do and would pretend like she doesn't care

she knows that you want a reaction from her

so she ain't gonna give you one :)

low-key feels aroused from the thought of being caught by someone

she smirks to herself as she feels your hand grip onto her thigh in frustration of her not paying you any attention

pretends to yawn to annoy you further

tenses up when you suddenly pressed your thumb onto her center, almost choking since she did not expect that

you smirk as you finally got her, slowly rubbing circles over her clothed heat, thinking how fortunate it was that she was wearing a skirt

she tries to stop squirming around

had to place a hand over her mouth to shut herself up

you slid your finger up and down her clothed slit, feeling her underwear slowly start to get wet

before you could even get a chance to move her panties aside, you felt her figure stand up and straddle your hips as she leaned close to your ear and purred,

"let's make this quick,"

SOOJIN

momma knew right away what you were trying to do

would react slightly similar to soyeon;

shocked, eyes widened, her head immediately turned to your direction

'are you crazy?' soojin mouthed to you, a smirk tugging at her lips in amusement

you bat your eyelashes innocently as you smiled at her in question, playing dumb

soojin rolled her eyes playfully and stopped your hand before they could grab the hem of her shorts

"be a good girl for me, and keep your hands to yourself."

"were almost done with the shoot, ill take care of you at home."

as much as she wants to, she knew to herself that she can't since she won't be able to focus afterwards

after seeing you pout, she decided to give you a kiss on the lips

would much rather not risk getting caught

YUQI

ticklish baby immediately flinched and let out a surprised yelp (which to your luck, no one paid any attention to)

yuqi covered her mouth to stop any other sounds from leaving her lips

her mood immediately changed; from being all giggly to suddenly being quiet with her ears slowly turning red

yuqi looks over at you and was annoyed to see that you were pretending to scroll through your phone, a smirk present on your lips

before she could call you out, yuqi flinched as your hand squeezed her inner thigh and she moaned softly in her hand

is really anxious that someone might walk in but at the same time, the thrill of getting caught was slightly arousing

yuqi was an expressive person

so she accidentally moaned loudly when your hand cupped her clothed center

the two of you froze

even the staff and the other members a few feet away from you stopped talking

as the silence continued, yuqi's face turned dark red and you tried to stop yourself from laughing

"you have no idea how much i hate you right now"

SHUHUA

a panicked gay

would start squirming in her seat once your fingernails dragged onto her skin

she starts blinking really fast, her eyes nervously darting around all over place

would shakily start singing out loud as she tried to ignore your hand that was inches away from her heat

her singing would get cut off as her voice cracks from the sudden movement of your hand;

your hand palmed shuhua's center

"wait, wait, wait!" shuhua immediately grabbed onto your arm as she whisper-shouted at you

you broke into a fit of laughter at her before she whispers again;

"are you sure were doing it here?"

"we might get caught"

babygirl wants it but the risk of getting caught was too high

shuhua slaps your hand away before standing and pulling you up with her

she leads you both to the bathroom and locks the door

"let's be quick"

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i feel like i just wrote 6 imagines with the same concept except they're all in bullet point forms🙃

anyway, im sorry if this took a little longer than i expected since my ass just couldn't shorten everything

also, i think this was a little bit smutty i'm sorry–

i have no idea what this is but i hope it's okay anon! thank you very much for requesting :) and yes, ive been drinking water thank you for worrying anon

i hope everyone is also safe uwu

thats all, thanks for reading❣

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[one-boring-person]

@theghostof-myndi I'm so sorry this has taken such a long time to write! I hope it was worth the wait, though!💛💛💛

Are You Paid To Say That?

Kevin Richter (Trapped In Silence) x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, mental illness/challenges

A/N: Im really sorry if this isn't as good as you were expecting, I find the characters quite difficult to write, but I've tried my best. I wasn't really too sure where to take this, so I hope thinks ok.💛💛

Masterlist

"How're things going with Kevin?" I inquire as I walk with Jennifer out of the building, pulling my coat tighter around my body as the icy winter air surrounds us, biting at my heated skin.

"Well, I thought they were going well, but he had another outburst today, so I think we might've been set back a bit." The shrink admits to me, adjusting the box in her arms, making the bits and bobs inside clatter against each other.

"Another outburst? How come?" I frown a bit, knowing that this particular patient can be violent at the best of times, concerned now for the older woman's safety.

"I'm not entirely sure this time. We were talking about meeting more people his age, when he mentioned something about seeing a girl around here...hang on, how old are you?" She asks, looking over at me curiously.

Lifting an eyebrow, I quickly respond.

"I'm seventeen."

Realisation seems to dawn on her face as she hears this, knowing that there are, in fact, no other younger workers in the institute, and definetly none that work with the more challenging patients.

"What?" I question when she continues to start at me in amazement.

"I think he was talking about you, (Y/n)." Jennifer reveals, frowning to herself as if thinking something over in her head.

"About me? He doesn't even know who I am, and I don't think he's ever seen me before." I protest, thinking back to the fragile, highly volatile boy currently residing in the Quiet Room.

"Maybe, but the description he gave matches you pretty well." She informs me, smiling gently at the look of genuine shock on my face, "I'll ask him more about it tomorrow."

"Ok, thank you." I respond, not knowing quite how to react to this information, waving a little as she walks off to her car, leaving me standing in the cold to mull over what I've heard.

*

Jennifer's hurried footsteps echo through the corridor as she approaches me, eyes intent on me, clearly needing to say something to me, prompting me to break off the conversation with the security guard I was having so that I can greet her. When she sees this, she speeds up a bit, hair blowing past her face with an air of importance.

"I was right, (Y/n), it is you that he meant." She blurts out as she reaches me, eyes filling with a mixture of curiosity and sympathy as she regards me.

"What do you mean? Who are we talking about?" I ask her, though I have a feeling I know where this is going.

"Kevin. I showed him a picture of you and he took it from me. He seemed pretty attached to it, and went ballistic when I asked him for it back." She informs me, leading me away from our original spot, back the way she came.

"Kevin? Are you sure? I might just look like someone he knows." I try to reason, feeling a dull sense of fear as she drags me down the corridor, my eyes wide at the idea of going to see the troubled boy.

"Oh, I don't think so, (Y/n). He's drawn out pictures of everyone he want to remember, and I've spoken to the remaining members of his family: there is no way you just remind him of someone. I've been working with him for a while now, I know his habits." She clarifies, leading me down a more secluded corridor, towards the main office, at which point my fear fades into curiosity.

"Are you sure?" I ask one last time, looking away guiltily when she sends me a pointed glance, "Sorry, you know better than I do. Where are we going?"

"Right here." She gestures with a smile to the door we've stopped outside of, knocking just below the sign determining the owner of the room: the head of the institute.

Eyeing her curiously, I remain silent as we wait for him to respond, following her hesitantly when his voice sounds from behind the door. Respectfully, I stand just by the door as she goes inside completely, waiting there as she speaks with Dr Tomlinson, staying quiet as I let the older members talk with each other.

"Jennifer? What do you need?" The doctor greets her, sending a cursory glance at me, before returning his eyes to her.

"I want someone to help me with Kevin's case." She states, excitement creeping into her voice at the thought, clearly eager to keep up with the therapy.

"You do?" Dr Tomlinson looks surprised, eyes widening at her words, my own quickly fixing on the back of Jennifer's head.

"I do. I think it could really help him socialise better, and he'd get to speak to someone other than me for once." She nods enthusiastically, smiling to herself, as if aware of somehow we're not at liberty to know.

"Ok. I guess I can ask around, though I doubt many people are rave enough-" The doctor starts, only to be cut off by Jennifer, who is shaking her head at his words.

"No, don't worry about that. I already have someone in mind." Confusion and curiosity flood me at this, my mind instantly trying configure out who she could be talking about.

"Oh? And who is that?"

"Well, it's (Y/n) of course."

It takes everything I have not to faint.

*

"Don't worry, (Y/n), you'll be fine. He's not as bad as everyone makes him out to be." Jennifer reassures me as we get ready to enter the therapy room.

Trembling in nerves, I shift from foot to foot as I think through what I'm about to do, well aware that this is only the second case I've ever worked on, and that he doesn't have the greatest reputation. On our way over, Jennifer had given me a rundown of what she knows of his backstory and old living conditions, explaining that she had managed to get him to talk and communicate, but also that he is highly volatile at times, my trepidation and dread just building up the closer we get to the room. Now that we're here, a cold sweat has broken out over my forehead and skin.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just haven't really done this too often." I confess, feeling it important she know that I'm not an experienced worker here, reminding her that I'm only a volunteer who helps out here and there.

"Oh, right, I forgot about that." She frowns, reconsidering as she recalls this, "If you don't feel ready, you don't have to come in. I'm not going to make you."

Taking a deep breath, I decline her offer, biting my lip as I then follow her into the room.

My eyes quickly find the hunched figure in the corner, his messy hair matted and dishevelled, skin pale around his face except under his eyes, where deep purple bags have formed, though the blue-green irises that briefly flick up to greet us are sharp and probing as anything, homing in on my presence instantly. His muscles go rigid, eyes remaining fixed on me even as Jennifer and I move furher into the room. Awkwardly, I hold eye contact for a few seconds, before dropping my gaze with a blush covering my cheeks.

"Good morning, Kevin. I brought along someone to help us with today's session, that ok? This is (Y/n), the girl in the photograph I gave you a week back." Jennifer introduces us, setting the box of items on the table in the centre as I gingerly step forwards, looking up again.

"Hi, Kevin. It's nice to meet you." I say to him, not expecting anything back as he keeps staring at me, only to feel slight fear when he suddenly surges to his feet, scrambling over to the table. Once there, he grabs Jennifer's box and starts rooting around in it, pulling out a sheet of paper and a pencil seconds later, his movements erratic and rushed. I watch in fascination as he seats himself and starts drawing something, expecting us to do the same.

Looking at each other, Jennifer and I do the same thing, a brief flare of surprise lighting inside me as Kevin moves to sit directly opposite me, rather than across from me like he was before. Quietly, I pick up a pen and paper and start sketching, listening to Jennifer as she makes conversation, answering the correct questions and interacting where necessary.

The hour passes quickly, by which point I've managed to finish the drawing I started, sitting back to look at it, before noticing that Kevin is, in fact, also watching me, eyes flicking downwards towards the sheet of paper, almost as if in questioning. With a smile, I push it over the table towards him, offering the drawing to him with little confidence. He picks it up off the table, holding it up so he can see it properly, finger tracing one of the lines, folding it and sticking it in his breastpocket without a second thought.

"Hey, Kevin. That's not yours to take." Jennifer reminds him, looking at me apologetically.

"Oh no, it's fine. You can keep it." I assure her, addressing the last part to him.

He nods at me, not making eye contact.

*

A few months on, and Kevin and I have actually managed a conversation, the boy no longer too shy or distrusting of me, feeling mostly comfortable around me when in therapy. Jennifer has yet to leave me alone with him, thankfully, though I've overheard her talking to Dr Tomlinson about Kevin requesting for me to have a session alone with him, something which I'm not entirely sure I'm comfortable with.

Even now, as we read through another of Jennifer's books, it surprises me when he shuffles over to sit beside me, his body incredibly close to mine, as if with the intention of touching each other, but not quite doing so yet. I have a copy of the book open in my lap, giving him a perfect view of the text, as well as my crotch, which draws a small squeak out of me when he goes to turn the page for me, his fingers gently brushing against my jeans, his hand retracting as quickly as I sink back into the seat, neither of us saying anything.

But even after this, it takes a good two months more for Jennifer to finally decide that I'll be safe on my own with him, as long as there are guards outside, and either Dr Tomlinson or herself nearby to help out in case anything goes wrong. At first, I'm sceptical, but eventually I realise that my presence in the room seems to be what keeps him calm and collected, meaning I'm the perfect candidate to look after him alone.

I was wrong to be worried.

A soon as I step into the room, Kevin has stepped up to me with a broad smile on his face, soemthing which always makes me happy to see, making me smile back at him as he eagerly leads me to a place on the floor in the corner, where he sits me down. Taking his place beside me, he rummages around in the breast pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a dog-eared piece of folded paper, silently handing it to me. Opening it, I feel my jaw drop at the sight of it: it's a portrait. Every aspect is drawn perfectly, giving it it's realistic quality, though it does surprise me that he'd draw me of all people, seeing as he knows Jennifer much better. In my head, I remember what she said about him drawing pictures of everyone he cares for.

"This is amazing, Kevin! Is it for me?"

He nods, a smile crossing his face as he shuffles closer, pressing the side of his body against mine.

'Thank you. I really appreciate this." I thank him, starting when I suddenly feel his cold fingers brush against mine. Absentmindedly, they trace their way into my palm, interlocking our fingers together as he moves ever closer. Smiling, I lean back furher and pat my chest, signalling for him to lay there, which he is only too happy to do, his arms wrapping tightly around me, face buried into my midriff as he holds me close to himself.

"I have a crush on you." He suddenly states, voice muffled through my shirt.

For a moment, I don't know what to say, shocked that he feels this way about me.

"Jenny said I should tell you." He testifies, snuggling closer, before pulling back slightly to nose at the bottom of my jaw.

"You have a crush on me?" I ask once more, biting my lip when he assents, "That's helpful, beacuse I have a crush on you, too." I decide just to spit it out, looking to him for a reaction.

"Really? You actually like me? Or are you just being paid to say that?"

"Kevin, I'm a volunteer. I don't get paid at all.

"So, you actually mean it?"

"I do."

#trapped in silence #kiefer sutherland #Kevin Richter #Kevin #request #ask #answer

[cherwd-pen]

double shot black coffee

✐ stamp: 1449 words

▸ cherry wood cafe order: double shot black coffee

▸ size: large

▸ customer: gn!reader

▸ a/n: can you tell im an aizawa stan? no? well i am

“I’ll take a black coffee, double shot.” you decided following the lady inside. Uppity jazz played from speakers all around. Not loud enough to be obnoxious but loud enough to be heard when it was silent, it only added to the peculiar atmosphere. 

The wooded floors were a beautiful ash wood and the walls were exposed brick that you doubted were actually part of the original building plan. So, you asked. “This looks nothing like a normal Japanese coffee shop.”

The lady leads you to a booth fit snug in along the left wall. It gave a beautiful view of the open floor plans where a long line stretched halfway to the door. You were shocked at how popular the place was actually, mostly among the younger generation and foreigners from what you could tell. You took a seat, sinking into the plush black leather seat and set your backpack down. It was worth trying to work on your newest art commission here.

Unknowns to you, the lady had caught on to the skeptic you had for her place. She brushed a strand of sandy brown hair out her face, “This is my own creation; did it with my inheritance and running it with a few friends. We took the liberty to add some excitement to Japan and make it a safe space for everyone.” she smiled. “You can request a song, too.”

“No, I need to finish this for work and I’ll be out your way.”

The lady nodded, “I’m Cherry so just shout if you need anything.” Cherry bid you a goodbye before yelling at someone behind the register. The boy flinched and seemed to coward away from the short female who looked ready to jump on him. Your eye twitched. “She’s insane.” you muttered, fishing out your drawing tablet and stylist. Propping the sleek sticker-obsessed device up, you pulled up your public appropriate folder and the newest commission: a comic book that would go for a good forty dollars, maybe even fifty given the size of it. You’ve been working on it for a week and today was the last day before finalizing it then printing copies.

Settling in you quickly popped a few joints then started to work on the last panel page. All you had left was outlining and base colors, maybe starting on details but nothing too big. Again, it was the last working day and tomorrow was fit for last minute details.

For what felt like hours you erased and redrew the fine lines of the customers character. You got a lot done in what really was twenty minutes. Somewhere around five in, Cherry had brought you your coffee and you in turn asked for the house specialty pastries: homemade cheese danishes. By then you finished other panels and when she brought the sweet treats it was ten minutes in and you had just this final character. A soft grunt fluttered out when, yet again, you got a hair line wrong. Wordlessly, you dropped the stylus only to grab at the cooling drink to the left. You brought it to your lips and almost groaned at its smell. It was rich and strong - possibly Ethiopian - and that just made your mouth water. So, you took a sip and instantly reached for the danish, taking a bite. You never thought homemade food could taste so good but today was an experience.

But while you were lost in the food and coffee, you missed how the stylus rolled off the table. You didn’t notice until pale hands caught your attention. Your eyes flickered up and you almost choked. Dark, sleepy eyes glanced down at you and you almost dropped the mug. Now, you aren’t one to find people attractive by just seeing them but, damn.

“You dropped this.” he voiced. The sound rose from his chest and rolled from his tongue with ease. His hand was outstretched, your styles held loosely between two fingers. Gingerly you set the coffee down, taking the pen back slowly. The man quirked an eyebrow. “You’re an artist.”

“I am. Self-employed,” you stammered out. The dark-haired man nodded, the hint of a smile gracing his face and making the stubble just a tad more attractive. You didn’t know what came over you but tearing away from his eyes you caught sight of a satchel. So, you did the least you thing: “Would you like to take a seat? It’s getting crowded and you might not have a seat if you wait for Cherry or someone-”

He slid into the seat cross from you, setting the bag beside him and taking a few papers out. He stuck a pen behind his ear, voice dragging along. “My friend will be here and he’s obnoxious.”

“That’s fine! I’m sure he’s alright-” you cut yourself off, cheeks warming at the realization you didn’t even know his name. Anxiously, you asked and he sighed. Clicking the pen, he went to work scribbling on the papers.

“Aizawa. Shouta Aizawa, and your coffee is strong. I’d take one of those.”

For some reason, your heart skipped, rendering you silent for a few seconds. Then, you told him your name and -

“Cherry! Can I get another double shot black?

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #bnha shouta aizawa #bnha fanfiction #☕.chs

[littlebitoffanfic]

Satisfied

Fandom: The Avengers Character: Ebony Maw Relationship: Ebony Maw/reader Request: I love Ebony Maw but theres barely anything for him. Would you please satisfy my craving with a hot x reader where he catches the reader masturbating to the thought of him and things escalate?

You hated the effect Ebony Maw had over you. You hated it with a passion because, even after 5 years, you still felt it as strong as ever. You were his assistant. Well, he was more inclined to call you a slave seeing as he bought you from The Collector 5 years ago, but he didn’t treat you as one. In the beginning, he wasn’t cruel to you, but he did have rules. You gained trust by following his rules and obeying his commands without question. And you were rewarded every time with a little bit more freedom. Now, you had your own personal quarters with an attached bathroom. Your wardrobe was filled with clothes and you had a few jewellery boxes along with piles of books that lined a overflowing bookshelf. What slave owner buys their slaves such gifts? And yet, Ebony Maw often left them on your bed for you to find after a long days work. You couldn’t understand it at all. What was worse was that you had grown fond of him. He had a dry sense of humour, with a lot of wit that made the long days bearable when you were stood next to him. He protected you from the other in the beginning, because they did treat you like a slave. But now, they treated you more like an assistant than a slave. And they seemed to enjoy your company. You helped each of them whenever you could and you found they each had their own personality that wasn’t just ‘the children of thanos’. Regardless, you soon came to enjoy your life. Ebony showed you advanced technology, and new places. Tonight, you sat in the tech room, finish up some sorting through tools which had been collected by the others then misplaced. “You can retire for the night.” Ebony told you, his voice making you smile. The two of you had been working in silence for some time now. “Are you sure? I can stay up to finish this?” You look at the pile you were sorting through. You were about 75% the way through it, but it proved time consuming as you tried to match each set as well as giving them a clean up. Ebony didn’t like messy tools or work stations. “No, its fine. Finish them tomorrow.” He told you, not looking up from whatever he was working on. “Okay, thank you. Good night.” You smiled, gaining his attention as he bid you a pleasant night also. But as you retreated to your quarters, you didn’t feel sleepy. In fact, you felt frustrated and needy. Closing and locking your door behind you, you decided to go for a shower, hoping it might distract you from the lustful thoughts you kept having for a certain person. You ran the water warm, causing steam as you showered. You tried to concentrate on anything else like the reports you would have to run tomorrow, figuring out where Cull had lost the last 7 tools, the weapon Midnight had asked you to alter. But you kept coming back to Ebony Maw. His long fingers, tall stature and intense eyes. You hated how much you not only loved him but lusted after him. You worked beside him every day and every day provided fresh torment when he stood close to you or shared in a joke. You ended up stepping out of the shower and wrapping the towel around you, now even more hot and bothered than before. You knew there was no use fighting it as you fell back onto your bed, the towel having been dropped at the end of your bed. you didn’t turn on a light, instead just leaving the bathroom light on for now. Lying naked, you allowed you fingers to slip between your legs, touching your clit. You felt the pleasure race through you as you finally gave it attention after a week of denial. Closing your eyes, you reminded yourself not to make a noise. Ebonys quarters were directly beside yours, and he could go past your room at any time. Furthermore, a lock was no barrier for him if he wanted something. He had been so close to you earlier, leaning over you as he explained how he wanted things organised. You wanted him to take you then and there. Push you up on a table and have his way with you. You wanted to feel his lips on your skin, his hands roaming your body as he fucked you. but then there had been a moment later, when he had placed his hand on your back after you nearly slipped backwards. He had caught you with his powers, but then he had asked if you were okay and placed his hand on you back. You clasped your hand over your mouth as you nearly let out a moan while working small circles on your clit. Arching your back up, you shivered slightly at the mere thought of him. Instead, you moaned into your hand, hoping it would stifle it enough. You wondered how his powers would work in the bedroom, or what it would be like if he simply didn’t use them because he wanted you to know his touch. your hand moved into your hair as you forgot your need to stay quiet as you let out a few soft gasp, rolling your hips as you pleasured yourself. The thought of his long fingers between your legs, you imagined it was him touching you. “Ebony.” You whispered, forgetting everything around you in search of bliss. “Yes, my dear?” A voice said from the corner of your room and you thought you could die. Of course, you froze up as your eyes trailed to the darkness that hid him from slight. You knew you should have put on a light. “Sir.” You gasped, your hand covering your mouth as you realised what he had heard. You covered yourself with your hand, but you knew he had already seen everything “I heard a strange noise from your quarters and came to see if you were okay. And I find quite the sight. I was about to leave until you said my name.” He smirked, his eyes bored into your own. You wondered why he was explaining himself to you. He didn’t have to. You were the one who he had caught moaning his name. perhaps there was a part of him that felt guilty for watching you, and you couldn’t help but wonder for how long. You had moaned a few times, so it was entirely possible he had been there for a while. But, what you hated was the rush of adrenaline that coursed through your body at being caught by him. “Im sorry. I-“ you began to sit up but he cut you off. “Don’t stop.” His voice was low, dangerous as his eyes trailed down your body. You saw his eyes linger on your pussy as he took in a shuddering breath. Well, you couldn’t disobey him now, and you didn’t want to. You continued to rub your clit, your body so much more sensitive now that he was watching you. your eyes rolled back into your head for a moment, blinding you as you spread your legs wider for him. arching your back up, you wanted to make a show for him. “Good girl.” You heard him mumble, this time sounding closer. Opening your eyes, you saw you were right. He was now right beside your bed, his eyes moving between your pussy and your face. As his eyes met your own, you let out a shuddered gasp as you buckled your hips up a little. Your eyes fell shut against as you pushed your head back into the bed. so close. A hand grabbed your hand and pulled it away from you just as you were about to orgasm. You were panting and whining, wondering if this would be a punishment. Until you felt a pair of cold lips press against your exposed neck and open as a hot tongue lapsed at the skin. You gasped, which quickly turned into a moan as you felt him kiss and such at the area. His other hand settled on your hip, tracing the skin there. “sir.” You moaned, your hands now gripping the fabric either side of you as his hand lowered and grazed across your clit and down to your entrance. You felt him smirk against your skin and he pulled back slightly to look down your body. You soon realised why. He slipped one of his long digits into you, making you moan and writhe under his touch. His eyes darted to your face as he watched for the smallest response, the smallest twitch of pleasure or jolt of shock. He loved how you responded to his touch. Suddenly, he stopped, his hand clamped over your mouth. You whined, and you saw him smirk at your reaction before his attention was turned towards the door. Footsteps. his finger left you as he moved in front of your bed, as if trying to protect you. Perhaps he thought whoever it was might come into your bedroom. You sat up, moving to kneel on the bed behind him. The last thing you needed was someone else seeing you like this. Again. But the footsteps soon retreated. Reaching out, you trailed your fingers across his back, drawing his attention back to you. “Perhaps, my quarters?” He seemed to suggest, yet within a second, the world around you had changed. You were now kneeling on a large, much softer bed than your own. You knew it was his by smell alone. It smelt like him and the walls were lined with books. You had only seen inside ones or twice when you had to go to him if he was summoned. Sitting with his back against the headboard was Ebony, his eyes raking over you as always. The fact he had joined you on the bed told you that he was done playing around. Crawling towards him, you let your fingers trailed up his leg to his thigh. You hoped you were both compatible but, to be honest, you had never really given it much thought. However, the bulge which was now no longer hidden by his long jacket helped settle your fears. You palmed him through the material, before undoing the fabric that covered his lower half. The trousers unbuttoned and unzipped easily, and you were pleasantly surprised by the lack of underwear. You assumed he would not be removing any more clothing because he could easily have taken them off during the travel. No, he would stay clothed for now. The trousers opened was more than big enough for you to pull his cock out comfortable and ebony shivered when you touched him. His cock was a slightly darker grey colour than the rest of his body and was long. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs together, your pussy now aching to feel him inside you. Crawling onto his lap, you straddled him and lined his cock up with your entrance. His hands were on your sides, encouraging you as he waited for the pleasure. As you sank down, the only thing you could concentrate on was the low groan that came from Ebony as you took him. When you had fully taken him, you sat for a moment, rolling your hips and revelling in the pleasure that he bought you. You hadn’t even realized you had fistfuls of his jacket, desperate to cling to any semblance of sanity. A hand started to trail up your back and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back so he could attack your neck again. You wondered if this was a show of dominance, to demonstrate how valuable you were, or if it was just something he liked to do. “If id know you had been suffering for so long, I would have seen to you sooner.” He whispered against your neck, making a shiver run down your spin. But straddling him like this gave you a little bit more confidence than normal. “Have you been suffering too?” You asked, your voice catching as you felt his hips buckle up against you. “Ever since you arrived.” He groaned, his hand releasing your hair to run down your back and caress your rear. “Isnt it my job to make sure you’re satisfied?” You gently raised yourself up and lowered yourself back down as you spoke. Despite this, the irony was not lost on him. He remembered when you first came, it was what he had told you. Never had he imagined this though. But you were, in some warped way, touched. He was your ‘owner’, you had been sold to him. And yet he confessed to wanting you like this since you first came to him. He never pushed you, never forced you to do anything. In fact, you hadn’t even known his attraction till now. Perhaps that was the reason for the gifts, a way to buy your affections, or the long days so he could spend time with you. You didn’t know. But what you did know was that you didn’t want to disappoint your master. Ebony’s body twitched as you started to ride him, your hips rolling against his own. He leaned back, watching your body as his hands roamed your sides, breasts and rear. Driven by lust, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his own, kissing him. For a moment, he froze up and you thought you had done wrong. Perhaps kissing was too intimate? It sounded strange, considering what you were doing, but you had heard that some considered it too romantic. But Ebony kissed you back, his mouth working against yours and easily gaining control as one of his hand reached up and held the back of your head in place while the other gripped your thigh in an almost painful way. He allowed you gasps for air, but that was it as he continued to kiss you while your speed increased. You released his jacket and locked your arms around his neck, clinging to him as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten to an almost painful degree. You mumbled his name against his lips as you moaned. He allowed you to pull away from the kiss only to hear you moan his name. a snarl escaped his lips as you buried your face in his neck. Pleasure coursed through your body as you finally orgasmed, every muscle tensing and your limbs shaking from it. You basked in it as it was unlike any you had had before. It was powerful, intense and far mind-blowing that any other. Your own orgasm forced Ebony to come as he felt your walls tighten around him and hearing you call out his name like this. He moaned your name through gritted teeth as he came, his fingers squeezing your flesh hard. He felt you collapse against his body, panting as he softened his grip on you. You closed your eyes, resting against him as your body still shook occasionally from aftershock. Each time, Ebony would smirk, his fingers dancing along your skin as his mind wondered. He wanted so much more from you. He wanted to know everything. How many times you could orgasm in an hour or two, what you tasted like, how your mouth felt around his cock, how long could you last if denied, what your favourite position would be or even how you would look in lingerie. God, he wanted to know it all. But what if you didn’t want another time? He could almost see the disgust in your eyes if you pulled back and realized what you had done. Fucked an alien. Not just any alien, but the one who had bought you like you were an object. As if you had heard his thoughts, you sat back. But you didn’t look disgusted or offended. You looked tiered yet satisfied, and happy. oh by the gods, if Ebony was allowed to keep you by his side, he would worship you. He could give you anything, anything your heart desired if you would just stay beside him. Of course, you didn’t know any of this had even crossed his mind. Yours was far too fuzzy to think straight as you simply smiled, cuddling back into him as his fingered danced along your back in a soothing motion. Yawning, you allowed your eyes to close. ‘just for a moment’ you thought as you rested against your lover. Suddenly, you felt the world around you shift as Ebony used his powers. You were now lying on his bed, no longer straddling him but with your body now cuddled up against him, his arm looped under your waist to keep you close. He seemed to have changed his clothes in the blink of an eyes, now wearing a long-sleeved black top. You couldn’t see below as a duvet now covered you both. Your eyes trailed to the wall, where there was now a door. You lifted your head, trying to remember if there had always been a door there, but you were sure there hadn’t. “It leads to your quarters.” Ebony spoke, drawing your attention up to him. “You may use it, if you wish.” You pondered the new knowledge for a moment, before getting to your feet and going to the door. Stepping though, Ebony didn’t notice you hadn’t closed it over. Ebony didn’t move, his gaze on the ceiling as he fought to keep his disappointment and rejection from consuming him. He didn’t have the energy to remove the door. Until you came back. Ebony sat up in his bed, confused. Until he saw you had slipped into a nightie. You walked around the bed to the side you had been on before crawling back in beside him. He allowed you to guide him back onto the pillow so you could cuddle into his side. Ebony blinked at you; his mind unable to reason why you would come back as you looked up at him. He looked so sweet when he was confused, something you barely ever saw from him. Leaning up, you pressed your lips against his own in a soft kiss. his arms locked around you, and he found himself melting against your lips. A soft moment, one which he was a stranger to. It quickly became apparent to Ebony Maw that he adored you beyond comparison. He would destroy world and travel to the ends of the universe for you. He knew it was dangerous, this sort of relationship, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t something he had yearned for for so long. Ebony was confused, but he wasn’t going to ruin this by speaking. For now, he would allow himself to be satisfied, so long as you were too.

#ebony maw #ebony maw x reader #ebony maw/reader #ebony x reader #maw x reader

[ayanna-wild]

Memories For Sale

Word Count: 1638

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, possible trigger, reader is a prostitute in this if that bothers you or triggers you please do not read.

A/N: Request from someone on Wattpad

Summary: You did what you could to get by, trusted no one, and tried to ignore the spotty holes in your memory. But then this man shows up, and everything you thought you remembered or thought you knew was so very wrong.

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You leaned back against the stone wall behind you. The rough texture of the bricks bit at your skin, but you ignored that. You need a short break, your feet were hurting from standing on them for so long. The heels you wore only made it worse and the short dress you had slipped on did little to protect your back from the bricks. It was apparently a dead night, probably due to the storm hovering above the city. The clouds had yet to release their downpour but it probably wouldn't be long.

Unfortunately though that meant business would be slow tonight and you'd have to work even longer the next night to make up for it. You took a slow drag from the cigarette between your fingers, flicking the ash onto the pavement below you. With a heavy sigh you pushed yourself off the wall, and turned to start walking home. Well at least to that shabby apartment you called home.

"Y/N?"

You paused, turning your head to look over your shoulder.

"Yeah?"

The man simply stood there staring at you with a mixture of emotions. He was an attractive man, with black hair and deep brown eyes. The suit he was wearing, what looked to be very expensive and normally you'd have tried to warm up to after seeing that. However, you were tired, you were annoyed, and you just wanted to go home.

"Don't you recognize me love?" The man asked frowning.

You turned to face him fully and slowly looked him over from head to toe before shrugging.

"Sorry, I can't be expected to remember every man I... service..."

His whole attitude changed after hearing that. He looked shocked, angry, and heartbroken? That one confused you, why did he look so distraught about that?

"Listen it's been a long and uneventful night, I'm currently off the clock, but try again tomorrow night, I'll give you a discount or something."

You tried to walk away, but he grabbed your elbow.

"You really don't know who I am, do you?"

His grip wasn't tight or aggressive like the other times you had been grabbed. When you tried to pull your arm free he let go immediately, another thing you weren't use to.

"Should I?"

The man smiled sadly for a moment and you felt a dull ache in your chest at seeing him sad.

"I suppose not, my name is Lucifer Morningstar, and I know you very well my dear."

You searched his eyes for a moment but saw nothing that said he was lying.

"That's nice, but I really should be getting home."

You took a cautious step back, an uneasy feeling lingered in the air.

"Wait, just let me explain."

He must have sensed your unease and became a bit desperate.

"Listen Lucifer, was it? I'm tired and it's about to storm, I'm done for the night, if you go two streets over you can find some other girls who will definitely jump at the chance to have you as a costumer."

He looked almost offended at that and scoffed.

"Do I look like I would need to pay for sex?"

You rolled your eyes and stared to walk away at a faster pace than normal.

"I'll pay you for your time!"

You walked faster.

"Five Hundred for one hour!"

You almost tripped on your heels with how fast you stopped.

"Are you serious? Just to talk?"

"I'll add another five hundred for every hour you are there."

Your common sense screamed at you that something wasn't right but your mind told you to take the pay day.

"Fine, one hour, and add six hundred for every extra half hour."

Lucifer smiled, holding out his hand to you.

"Deal."

You shook his hand, letting out a small yelp when he started pulling you in the direction of a sleek black Corvette.

~

The ride had been filled with silence which you suspected was not a normal thing for him. When you had reached the club he owned and made it up to his penthouse, you felt a little dumb not asking for more money.

"Would you like a drink my dear?"

You shook your head and watched him pour one for himself.

"Ok, start talking."

He chuckled as he raised the glass to his lips.

"Straight to the point as usual at least you haven't changed too much darling."

"You say that as if you know me."

"Oh I do! Very well, you are my wife after all."

You had no words, how were you even supposed to respond to that? The man was clearly insane.

"Right... well this was fun, but I think I should go, you can keep the money and-"

Lucifer stepped in front of you, preventing you from reaching the elevator.

"You don't believe me? Surely you've wondered about your past? The lapse in memories you have?"

You started walking backwards, trying to put distance between them.

"I was in an accident, I... I got amnesia!"

It sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself than him.

"Is that what you were told? How did it happen?"

Your head was hurting, it was a dull ache, but it was growing.

"I was hit by car trying to cross the street..."

"Really? And you walked away with just a few scratches and missing memories? Sounds a bit too good to be true." He raised an eyebrow.

"Well I got lucky I guess."

Your back hit the piano and the ache in your head turned into a pounding.

"Luck? Oh, no darling there was nothing lucky about that Uriel took you, he made sure the accident wasn't fatal, and he made sure you wouldn't remember anything."

Everything grew blurry and you were faintly aware of Lucifer calling your name as your legs gave out. Your head was swimming, and your body felt so heavy. You couldn't make out what was being said to or even what you were saying.

Lucifer sat you on the couch, and waited patiently for you regain your senses. You slowly blinked, fingers rubbing your temple in a poor attempt to relieve the pain in your head.

"Darling are you alright?"

You pulled away from him slightly.

"Yes. I'm fine."

Lucifer stepped away, seeing the distrust in your eyes.

"Can you tell me what you remember?"

You searched your memories for anything of significance and looked back at him apprehensively.

"Ash, a lot of brimstone, there was a lot of doors, I remember you were there, but its all blurry, and none of it makes sense, it's just flashes of memories, I can't remember them." You muttered.

Lucifer smiled a little and reached out to you. He pulled his hand back when he saw you flinch away.

"Why did you do this to yourself? You are priceless to me, why would you sell yourself?"

You pulled your knees to your chest and shrugged.

"It was a last resort, I needed food, money, I didn't have anyone."

"But surely you must have had other options?"

"Most guys don't question my career choice you know." You joked weakly.

He didn't seem to find it very funny.

"Pardon my bluntness, but those men were only interested in you for sex, and unlike them I care very deeply about you."

You felt the overwhelming urge to cry, and you didn't know why. You suddenly felt so ashamed to be sitting in front of him looking like this.

"Y/N? Why are you crying?"

"It's stupid I know. I don't even know you and I just feel so ashamed to let you see me like this." You laughed, but tears were staining your cheeks.

Lucifer sat beside you pulling you into his arms.

"Oh my beautiful queen, you've nothing to feel ashamed for. I don't think any less of you and I'm not angry."

You pulled out of his arms, having a man hold you like that, comfort you, it wasn't how you were used to men treating you. Lucifer looked hurt for a moment before he cleared his throat.

"Why don't you take a shower, you can stay the night and I'll have Maze bring you some shorts to sleep in, you can wear one of my shirts."

You nodded slowly and Lucifer directed you in the direction of the shower.

~

You stayed in the shower for nearly an hour, crying and hoping the steaming water would wash away the shame you were feeling. When you finally stepped out you saw clothes sitting on the sink. It was just a large t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts with some underwear. You walked back out into the living room once you were dressed.

"Do I play or is it just you?"

Lucifer looked up from where he sat at the piano. He smiled at you and moved over so you could sit beside him.

"No, you much preferred drawing to playing an instrument. And Dad knows attempting to teach you was a disaster." Lucifer chuckled.

You smiled, softly running your fingers over the keys, droplets of water fell from your hair onto your lap. Lucifer watched you for a moment.

"I'd like if you stayed with me for a while my dear. Perhaps I could help you regain your memory or at the very least give you a place to sleep. Where you wouldn't need to sell your body to strange men. More to the point, I've been trying to find you for a very long time, and I couldn't bear to lose you now."

You meant his eyes, studying him as if searching for any ill intent or alternative motive he might have. You found none and so you smiled, the first real smile you had given in such a long time.

"I'd love to stay with you Lucifer."

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