#poor boi just standing there slowly loosing feeling in his hands

[noxcheshire]

Creator/Player:

Creator/Player: oh shit, there’s only 5 days left before Windblume event ends!

Creator/Player:

Creator/Player: **continues to replay musical songs at Lizzie’s booth**

#genshin impact sagau #albedo sagau #sagau albedo #at first I HAD been using each character for their song #and then I just decided to use Albedo for every single repeat #poor boi just standing there slowly loosing feeling in his hands #I just like playing rhythm games #I DID EVENTUALLY FINISH THE ACTUAL EVENT WITH COLLIE AND CO. #I just wanted to play music first 😔👉🏻👈🏻 #sagau

[miya-rin]

imagine being the miya twins older sister who has had suna rintarou fully enamoured with your existence since he first met you at 15 years old.

he has tried to make many moves on you over the years to no avail; sneakily trying to place his arms around your shoulder before one of your brothers notice and throw the nearest object they can grab his way. not letting you carry anything while hes around, claiming how “youll never have to lift a finger again” if you give him a chance. hell, even dropping down to the floor to tie your shoelaces the second he realises the laces have come loose, taking his time to stand back up afterwards as he slowly rakes his eyes over your figure so he can fully take in every inch of you. every attempt of his to make you swoon for him is met with “sorry sweetheart, still not into minors” and a small ruffle of his hair which gives him a dopey smile. you would think he would start to back off eventually but to your dismay every rejection you have handed to him has just made his desire for you grow stronger - he takes your words as “try again when youre 18”

which is exactly what he does. on his 18th birthday his friends decide to throw him a massive party - being the twins chaperone you had to come along and when suna set his eyes on you, you knew there was no chance of you escaping his antics. you catch him glancing at you multiple times throughout the night before he gets pulled away by one of his guests, a disappointed look in his eyes every time he had to look away from you.

after a couple of hours you decide to step outside onto the balcony to catch some fresh air seeing as there was no sign of the party dying down anytime soon. you’re outside for maybe 5 minutes when you hear the door slide open, you already know who its going to be seeing as he has been trying to catch you alone all night, you turn around to finally face the boy and he looks as ecstatic as ever.

“happy birthday suna.” you swear you can see his soul leave his body the second those words leave your mouth, its not the first time youve said it to him tonight - youre not that cruel as to not wish the poor boy a happy birthday on his special day - but everything that comes out of your mouth looks like it sends him to heaven and back.

“thankyou yn, i appreciate you being here, but then again, i know you cant spend more that a week away from me because youre just so obsessed with me.”

“wow, am i that easy to read?” you chuckle along with him, noticing the way his gaze doesnt stray away from your face while you face forward, “so, how does it feel finally being legal?”

“incredible, it means you can finally give me a chance.” he doesnt miss the way you sigh at his words.

“suna we’v-“

“i know that we’ve been over this, but i don’t really think you mean it,” this gains an eye roll from you, “plus, my one wish when i blew out my candles was that you would give me a kiss.”

“really? well i guess your going to have to go without this year.”

“it was my birthday wish, youre not gonna deny me that are you?”

“yknow, if you tell your wish to someone it doesnt come true right?”

“yn…please,” his voice is barely above a whisper, he sounds desperate, “i have been waiting for three years, all i ask for is one kiss, just one.”

“i think youre forgetting that im 22 and you are freshly 18.”

“im still 18 though.”

“hm… you make a good point,” you see the way he perks up slightly at your evaluation, a hopeful look becoming more prominent in his eyes, “one kiss. let it be my official gift for the birthday boy.” you might have well as told him he had just one the lottery, anyone who walked past the sliding door would think you had due to the way his smile was so wide.

“thankyou” is all he can muster up before he is snaking his hand up your body and with a hand tangled up in your hair he leans down until his lips touch yours, you can feel the shit eating grin spread across his face as he gently moves his lips in sync with yours, pulling away slightly to whisper “best birthday ever” before leaning back in <3

#if you see and spelling mistakes no you dont #my suna brainrot is so strong atm #he is all of my thoughts 25/8 #haikyuu #hq x you #haikyuu!! #hq imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #hq hcs #lav.posts♡ #suna fluff #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintarou fluff #suna rintaro #haikyuu suna #hq suna #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarō #suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna imagines #suna rintaro x you

[tinfairies]

Luffy Calling You Mommy

AFAB!Reader, sub!Luffy, handjobs, tit sucking, breast feeding kink, mommy kink

Luffy had been riled up for days, more so than usual. You knew exactly what he wanted, but you decided to wait for him to ask for it.

As nightfall approached and the rest of the crew got ready for bed, Luffy had made his way to you. Head bowed, almost as if he was embarrassed for what he wanted.

He never had to ask to be put to bed, you'd always just do it. The last few nights Luffy has slept terribly, he hasn't had you to lull him to sleep.

Luffy stands in front of you, eyes focused on the wooden deck as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Yes my sweet boy?" your voice teases and looks up at you through his lashes. Poor baby is nearly brought to tears as he opens his mouth.

"Mommy, I want you to put me to bed."

There it is. That's what you wanted.

"What's the magic word?" you give him a lopsided grin and he whines a little.

"Please?"

You take him by his hands and lead him to his quarters.

"Good boy, I like when you use your manners."

You spend the next few minutes getting him into his pajamas, walking him through brushing his teeth and then settle him into bed. Before you could pull the blanket over him he stops you.

"I want you under the covers with me." He pauses before remembering your rule. "Please."

How could you say no to that sweet face? You climb into bed next to him and begin petting his hair. His soft brown eyes stare up at you as if you hung the stars

"Do you want a story?" your hand moves from his curls to trace his cheek. His eyes flicker down to your shirt, cleavage on full display in your loose shirt.

"I want something different." He speaks without looking back up. A smirk stretches over your lips.

"Is that right, baby boy?" you move to pull his face up, he nods slightly as he moves with your body.

You maneuver to get Luffy in your lap, one arm pulled around him to hold his head, the other begins pulling your shirt down. He looks over your face, soft features comforting him immediately.

He dips his head to take nipple into his mouth, but you place a hand in his jaw. "What do we say?" his eyes meet yours again.

"Thank you mommy."

You release his face and allow him to begin suckling. His free hand goes to your other boob and starts kneading it.

Waves of warmth wash through your body as his teeth tug on the bud of your nipple.

The sloppy wet sounds of Luffy's sucking fill the cabin, and his drool starts dripping from his lips, staining your shirt.

Messy boy.

He's mewling softly, eyes fluttering under his lids, long lashes tickling your skin. The hand that had occupied itself with your other tit falls limp, and he pulls away from you a bit.

"I'm sorry mommy." You're confused for a moment, "Why baby?"

"I can't help it. Need you." He mumbles against your skin and his hand rubs over his crotch.

Oh, that's why he's sorry

"It's okay, you're just a sweet little thing. You can't control it. Do you want mommy to help you?" you smile softly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. How cute, he got hard just from suckling.

"Please?" his eyes are glossy and he's in tears. "Of course sweetheart, that's what mommies are for."

You kiss his forehead and slide a hand down the front of his pants. You pet through the soft hair on his mound before taking ahold of his cock. It twitches in your hand, heavy and burning to the touch. So needy.

Slowly running your thumb over the tip and circling around his slit, then spreading the precum over his shaft, you begin to pump your fist around him.

Luffy let's out a soft whines and squeezes his eyes shut. He buries his face in your skin, and uses his tongue to feel his way to your nipple again. Latching on once more, he starts to nibble and suck.

You continue to slowly jerk him off, he keeps sighing and whimpering but never bucks his hips or asks for more. Such a good boy. His cock throbs on your hand and he let's out a loud moan against your tit.

Long ropes of cum spit from his cock, staining his pants and your hand. A messy boy indeed.

His suckling starts to slow again, and his breathing evens out. You look down at him and he's fast asleep, drool smeared over his cheeks, he looks so cute.

Luffy is about to get the best nights rest he's had in a while.

#one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece #op x reader #op smut #opla #opla smut #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #luffy smut #monkey d. luffy #Smut #tw mommy kink

[thecuriousquest]

E2? Pervert Incel Yan!Megumi ?

FEMOID!

Pervert Incel Yan!Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Prompt: “You’re better off without them anyway.”

Warnings: NSFW, heavy Yandere themes, non con, bondage, gagging, degradation, incel pervert, face slapping, Megumi loses his virginity, porn references, facial

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Yandere Alphabet Prompt List

Requests are temporarily closed. Thanks for understanding.

@murderofravens I’m not sure if you like Yan!Megumi content, so I just thought I’d tag you in it anyway.

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Megumi drags you into the bedroom, your feet kicking, your nails clawing at his arms. Your body twisting and thrashing as he throws you down on the bed and pins you there. He crawls over you, heavy on your chest.

You’re able to let loose one sharp scream before he’s slapping you across the face.

“Why are you pretending to be a victim? Poor baby. Can get all the dick she wants but closes her legs when a decent guy is interested in her.”

“A decent guy wouldn’t do this! Megumi, please!”

“Like you’d know anything about it. I know your type. You’re only after guys who treat you like trash while guys like me come in last. You’re a fucking pathetic whore, holding out on me just because you think you’re better. Is that it? You really think a little skank like you is better than the rest of us?”

He rips your shirt open, the buttons of your blouse going everywhere in different directions. He looks at your rack and smiles devilishly. You try to cover up, use your hands to block his view of your padded bra.

He doesn’t like that. Megumi holds your wrists down against the bed on either side of your hips. He leans in close, smelling the dot of perfume you usually put on your sternum. It’s faint, like a delicate flower, barely there, but he can still make it out.

Your squirming becomes too much for him to deal with. He slaps you again, making you so dizzy and compliant as he stands up to go get something. All you can do is groan and lay there as you try to get your bearings.

Megumi returns and grabs your limbs, and you come alive again when you feel something scratchy wrapping around your wrists.

“No! No, Megumi! Stop it! No! I don’t want this! I don’t want you!”

“Shut up!” He shouts at you. “I can’t believe anything that comes out of that lying, bitchy mouth.”

He tears off a piece of duct tape and shuts you up with it.

Megumi strips off his clothes. If you weren’t so terrified, you’d probably take the time to appreciate his athletic build. He’s just…oh fuck…hes palming himself, growing harder and harder as he looks at you all tied up for his own use.

He runs his hand up your inner thigh, hooking two fingers in your panties and pulling them down slowly. All the way off, he takes them in his hand and fists your cotton underwear against his cock right in front of you. He pumps himself until he has a full erection. It curves upwards slightly, long in length. His thick tip leaks with pre as he crawls over you once more.

Your skirt, bra, shoes, and socks are the next to go. Finally, he sees you, all of you in the state you were meant to be in: naked just for him.

Finally, he gets the girl.

He can see the tears in your eyes as you whimper and make incomprehensible noises behind the duct tape over your lips. He can’t help but smirk at your pathetic state.

“All you bitches are the same,” he whispers into your ear as he thrusts into you, pushing your knees up to your shoulders just like he’s seen so many pornstars do.

Taking your tight pussy might be the best thing Megumi has ever done for himself. He doesn’t know why he didn’t do this sooner. With the way you look at the other boys around campus, you fucking deserve it.

You throw your head back uncontrollably, thrusting your hips up without giving your body consent to do so. You don’t want this. Why, WHY, is your body reacting like you do?

This isn’t right! It isn’t normal. How his cock is hitting your sweet spot of pure pleasure, how he’s bumping your cervix with every heated thrust.

Megumi overstimulates you, biting down hard on your shoulder and pulling your hair back as he keeps himself up with one arm. The wild groans coming from his throat while beating your pussy senseless make you cry tears of terror and shame.

You don’t mean to do it. It just happens. He finally runs your g-spot so ragged that you can’t do anything but come. You’re a messy, twitchy little thing as Megumi splits you in half.

“You fuckmeats treat us like we’re less than you, less than human when we’re the superior ones. We’re your protectors. The least you can do is put yourself to good use and spread your legs,” Fushiguro taunts you, relishing in how weepy and scared you are.

Seeing your tears roll over the duct tape like that really drives him wild. He pulls out, fisting his cock until he’s spilling his seed all over you, giving you a nice and creamy facial.

When Megumi finishes, he’s panting heavily, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. You shake as you look at the back of his wild, dark hair.

“I hope you understand this means we’re together now.”

His words catch you off guard. You don’t want to be together with Megumi, but what can you do right now? You can’t even speak!

“You’re better off without them anyway.”

#yandere #triggering content #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #triggering themes #yandere x darling #yandere themes #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere megumi fushiguro #yandere megumi x reader #yandere megumi #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen megumi

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Hey,could you do Gaara x fem reader where it’s their first time together, I’m so certain that he and his s/o would nervous blushing messes.😭😍

Have a lovely day 😊

NAHSJDBBDBD nah BC I love gaara sm it actually hurts 😭

They did him so dirty with that haircut tho so he has long hair in this fic <3

Masterlist <3

Gaara x Fem!Reader (NSFW)- First Time

You and Gaara had been together for a while, but had never felt the need to move very fast with your relationship. Though, you do wonder if your stoic boyfriend even has those urges at all sometimes.

He was just waiting for you to be really, truly comfortable with him, is all. You had never really insinuated that you wanted to go any further, and he was absolutely on board with your desicion. He was alright with it if you never wanted to be intimate, and he was alright if you didn't want kids. It was alright. You are much, much more to him than a sex object, and he couldn't stand when the board members would judge him for not rushing to have little heirs as soon as possible.

He did get urges sometimes, like when he walked in on you changing on accident, or when, just this one time, he woke up to you sleeping next to him, completely naked except for his loose shirt. The poor boy nearly fell out of his bed and had to rush straight to the shower. He stayed silent when he next saw you in the kitchen, thankfully wearing pants this time, and only muttered a bashful "uh- thanks..." As you handed him some tea, mildly amused by how adorable he was. How such a viscous fighter, who could and would tear another man in two, could be so cute, you had no clue.

Gaara thought you hadn't been dropping any hints, but obviously, you have. You don't expect him to read your mind, so you give him some subtle, and sometimes very obvious hints. He just doesn't understand them. You greet him in your underwear, and give him a cuddle, and you're met with "oh, are you cold? Here, have my jacket." which is sweet, but you needed him to warm you up in other ways...

You sit in his lap and bite his neck, trying your absolute damnest to seduce him, and he just thinks you're too needy for cuddles to let him do his paperwork in peace. It was starting to annoy you a little, as absolutely adorable as he was, because you knew he wasn't averse to having sex with you. He's just oblivious.

But now you're in the mood again, so you greet him in his office, determined to get some action tonight.

You're dressed in only your prettiest lingerie, in his favourite colour, red, which suits your skin tone beautifully, and a long, fluffy dressing gown to cover up. Your unsuspecting boyfriend looks up from his paperwork at the sound of the door opening, only to greet you with that little smile you fell in love with when he sees you.

"Ready to retreat for the night, dear?"

As if.

The poor boy nearly goes into cardiac arrest when you drop your robe, exposing smooth skin and very obvious cleavage. His eyes widen and slowly his cheeks start to glow more and more red, until your sure there's too much blood behind his cheeks for there to be any in his dick.

"I-... You-..."

"What? Am I not pretty, Gaara?~"

He melts, and as you strut over and straddle his lap, stroking his cheek with the soft skin of your palm, he loses all of his resolve to hold back.

"You're gorgeous..."

It only takes a few seconds for him to break and carry you straight to the bedroom, still blushing up a storm but too worked up to care right now.

His pants are tented with his arousal, and you can feel how soaked your underwear is, clinging to your skin as you wrap your arms around his neck, yelping when he sits you down onto the bed. It's about here where he gets a little confused though, and freezes a little.

You figured this would happen. As horny as the both of you are, it's still your first time. It's a little scary. You're ready to help him out though, and as you pull him in to lay a kiss to your lips, you grasp his hand gently in your own and lead it down to your damp underwear, letting him dip his fingers in. His breath trembles as he reaches lower, feeling around slicked up folds and dipping inside of you with relative ease.

You let out a soft mewl at the feeling of your boyfriend feeling around your walls, curling his fingers and hitting a spot inside of you that shoots electric up your spine. You moan louder, which only encourages him to speed up as he groans and listens close to the delicious sounds he's bringing from you.

He's so painfully hard, and you can tell he's getting fidgety, so you moan out encouragements for him to give you more, and you're rewarded with two more fingers slowly joining the first. Your legs are spread around his waist as he pleasures you, your toes curled and your neck craned back, and when he finally withdraws them, he looks at the juices slicking his fingers and nearly faints, instantly stopping down to nothing and breathing heavier as his flush extends down to his chest. How cute.

His dick is hard and weeping, and he slicks himself up with his fingers, making you stutter on your next breathless words.

"T-the lube- i-it's in the drawer-"

Neither of you think you could do this without lube, but that's alright, since he doesn't plan to, and shyly coats his hand in it, groaning when his rough hand runs over his heated skin.

You stare at him hungrily, aching to have him fill you up. You just feel so empty, so when he readies himself to slip your underwear the the side and press his cock to your throbbing cunt, you practically whine. The redhead ontop of you moans from the intense pleasure of your tight heat sucking him in, and he thrusts slowly while you get used to the stretch, your eyes scrunched shut and your lips parted slightly.

This feeling only gets better when you give him permission to speed up, and he buries one of his hands in your hair and uses the other to hike a leg over his shoulder, fucking the daylights out of you and relishing in the cries you release. The pillows are almost ruined from your tears and your nails tearing at the soft fabric. Apparently he's gotten over his nervousness and has chosen to fuck you silly, scrunching his eyes closed and narrowing his brows as he nears his orgasm, but he doesn't plan to stop until you've came too, and your slick leaks down your legs and back and onto the sheets, he groans and thrusts hard and fast into you, deeper than before as a sudden warmth bursts inside of you, his balls twitching while they empty inside of you.

He still doesn't stop pumping inside of you though, overstimulating himself and aiming directly for you g-spot until your pussy spasms around him, signalling that you've reached your orgasm.

It's a good thing too, since you were damn near shredding his back to confetti. He chuckles softly, his chest vibrating and his shoulders shaking from the joyful exclamation, and he collapsed next to you, cuddling you close and keeping his dick buried deep inside of you.

"Where did that come from, love? Couldn't hold back anymore?"

You scoff at him and playfully whack him in the back of his head, eliciting that closed-eye chuckle from him that has you melting in seconds.

"Well maybe you should've taken the hint a little sooner... You were... It was good though..."

And now the moment is genuine and awkward again, and now he's blushing and so are you, and you hide your face into his chest while you catch your breath, your hand resting on his chest while the two of you fall asleep together.

#naruto imagines #gaara imagines #naruto x reader #naruto fluff #naruto smut #naruto headcanons #gaara x y/n #gaara x reader #gaara fluff #sabaku no gaara #gaara headcanons #gaara x reader smut #gaara smut

[even-disco-baby]

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “You’re pretty good with that boy, Cuno.” She says it thoughtfully, as though she’s turning this fact over in her mind as she works at the tangled net in her lap. The sea is a soft roar over the horizon, and the world is tinged a dusky blue.

“Really? It doesn’t feel like I am. He still calls me anything but my name. Usually a slur.”

“It’s tough love, Lilienne, that’s all. A kid like that needs discipline.”

“He’s not that hard to deal with. He just wants somebody to play along with him. That’s all any kid wants.”

“He was good to me first.”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She arches an eyebrow. “Really now…”

DRAMA — She isn’t doubtful, sire. Just surprised.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Well, I hope you’ll keep on being good to each other, then. The kid certainly needs it.”

EMPATHY — And so do you, she thinks.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “You seem good with the young people around here in general,” she muses. “Cuno, those kids at the church, Lily and the boys… You said you used to be a teacher, didn’t you? Maybe that’s why.”

PAIN THRESHOLD — A familiar ache squeezes your lungs. The same ache that drove you to become a teacher in the first place. An incalculable and long forgotten loss.

INLAND EMPIRE — Don’t follow this thread any further. Let it unravel.

“Yeah, that’s probably it.”

“No, there’s something else… Lost children, a lost Indotribe…” [Follow the thread.]

“I think I wanted to be a father, once.” [Change the subject.]

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She pauses her work, strands of the net wrapped loosely around her fingers, but does not look up. “…Oh?”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Hey, it’s never too late! Now’s your chance to give fatherhood a shot!

“Any chance *we* could make it happen?” [Give her the finger guns.]

“I wonder why I did…”

“It was a stupid thing to want.”

“I still do.”

“I guess it never worked out.”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Hm…” She goes back to her work, slowly and carefully. “Why not?”

“I don’t know. Can’t remember.”

“In *this* economy?”

“Things never lined up right, I guess.”

“I bet it was *her* fault. She ruined my chances forever.”

“Too poor and drunk and sad.”

“I’d never want to inflict myself on a child.”

“Just look at me.”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She does look at you. There is no pity or disgust or whatever other terrible thing you expected in her gaze. Just a quiet acknowledgment.

EMPATHY — To her, you look just like a father she once knew. This only makes her more inclined to agree with you.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “…When I first got pregnant with the boys,” she says quietly, returning to her work, “I was uneasy. Wondered if it was… right to bring them into this world. Into *our* arms…”

PAIN THRESHOLD — A rare pang wracks her. She does not like to think about these things.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “I never did decide one way or another. I just knew what I wanted, and so I went ahead with it. *We* went ahead with it. And then again with Lily, even though…”

EMPATHY — Even though at heart she knew, by then, how it would all end.

SHIVERS — Five years ago, a man stands on the boardwalk where the corpse of a different drunken husband will one day be discovered. Bottle still clutched tightly in his hand, he fights the urge to throw himself into the dark water. He wins the battle today, but he will ultimately lose the war.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “However things turned out for you, I’m sure you had your reasons.” She sighs, and cuts a strand of the net with the tip of her knife, then ties it back together. “Though that probably sounds shallow, coming from me.”

“A little, yeah.”

“Not at all.”

“Can I ask you something?”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Go ahead.”

“Do you regret having kids?”

“Uh… never mind.”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She smiles, and there’s an uncharacteristic sadness in the lines around her eyes.

“No,” she says softly. “Never once.”

EMPATHY — She wonders if this is proof of her own selfishness.

It isn’t the children she regrets. It’s the world that she brought them into.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Now that they’re here, all we can do is love them. And you’ve got plenty of love in you for the children, it seems. That’s more than a lot of fathers could say…” She sighs, her eyes shadowed and sunken. “Oh, I don’t know what I’m trying to say anymore.”

DRAMA — But you know what *you* would like to say, sire. Go ahead. Now’s your moment!

REACTION SPEED — No, it really isn’t. Please don’t push your luck.

“Lilienne…”

Don’t push your luck.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She turns to you, expression inscrutable with the light of the setting sun behind her. “Yes?”

“Do you think *we* could ever… try again?”

“Do you think you could ever see *me* as… a father?”

“Do you think there’s any hope in this world for any of us?”

“Do you think the children will ever forgive us?”

“Do you think I’m… a good man?”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She looks at you, her chin no longer held high, a tired slump in her shoulders and something searching in her eye. Her hands are all tangled in webs of fragile knots.

“I think…” she says slowly, evenly, “you’re looking for something that I can’t give you.”

-1 MORALE

“Okay. Well. Khm. Right.”

“What the hell does *that* mean?”

“That’s not really what I asked…”

Say nothing.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “I know what you’re asking,” Lilienne says frankly. “I’m just not so sure that *you* do…”

EMPATHY — For love.

RHETORIC — For vindication.

INLAND EMPIRE — For a lifeline.

VOLITION — For a future.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — Lilienne sighs, watching the twins in the distance, starting the long march home from the beach before dark. “At some point, Harry, you’re going to have to be okay with your life.”

SHIVERS — You have twenty two years left to reach that point.

#disco elysium #harry du bois #lilienne carter #UGH if you saw this after i hit the post button accidentally before finishing the formatting. no u didn’t. #anyway. lilienne i have feelings for you #and also lots of feelings about the impending apocalypse and whether or not the children will have a future… #FUCK OFF I MISSED A FORMATTING ERROR AGAIN. FUCK THIS GAY EARTH

[whorediaries-09]

Hi I'm the last anon that you replied to, and it's absolutely no worries that you prefer not to write Sirius like that! Could I please instead request a fic where the reader is reunited with Sirius after he escapes from Azkaban, he starts cleaning up his appearance but is a bit insecure because he thinks he's not as handsome as he once was, and the reader assures him that he's gorgeous. XO

indentation in the shape of you

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- fluff, (bad humor 💀). (let me know if i should add more) a/n- thank you lovely anon for requesting, and for understanding that i could not write your previous request. luv you and have a great day <3

ps- i made the reader wear specs just cuz i can 😼

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you tuck your stray tendrils behind your ear tucking your lip under your teeth as you mend to a hippogriff's wounds. the sound of the rain patters against your windows synchronized with the flow of the shower water splashing against your bathroom floor.

it's difficult to cure the poor animal when your afraid he's going to brandish his wings at any given time. you squint hard, engrossed with your work when you hear a knock of wood. it startles you, since you're used to living alone.

'i really like this tea,' a voice drawls followed by a clank of metal against the wood of your table. you turn your head around, and your heart skips a beat.

sirius leans his bony hips against your table, in front of you, his hair sopping wet as pellets of water flow down across his tattooed bare chest. there's a towel around his hips which covers most of his intimate area. your stomach prowls with collywobbles as he gazes at you.

'and how do you know?' you question, raising an eyebrow, as you stand up.

'lets see...well maybe because it was i who suggested this tea to you,' sirius says, his bony long fingers tucking his overgrown locks behind his ear. you cheeks feel a rush of warmth as he adjusts his towel around his narrow (and slutty 👹) hips.

'also could you give me some pants?' you breath slowly, your shoulders tensing.

'sure,'

****

your hand cups his face as you slowly tend to his wounds and gashes. the physical ones. you cannot fix his mental wounds in one night, but there's a fire inside you which bubbles at fever pitch which urges you to be with him. you want to be with him to remind him he's not a deranged killer on loose. you want to provide him comfort and the love that he needs. you want to be there for him.

'easy wasn't it?' you say as you fix down the last of his wounds.

'yes,' he says. you notice his fingers gripped so tightly around around the scalding cup of tea he holds that his knuckles turn white. you realize your hand his resting on his thigh. you quickly move your hand away and mutter a sorry softly under your breath.

'um, sirius were you uncomfortable that i touched you?' you question as void of guilt bubbles within you. sirius shakes slightly beside you, his shoulders tensing,

'no not really. i think it felt unfamiliar to me,' he says. your heart aches for him, the poor man painted as the villain for the death of his brother and innocent people when in reality he wasn't. he was the boy who had lost the color on his skin and the sparkle in his eyes when he learnt about james' death. he was the boy who went out to find and kill pettigrew when it all dawned upon him. he was the boy who went to prison in the name of his brother. he was the boy who lived 12 years in prison thinking everyone mistrusted him, thinking he was deranged, blaming himself for james' death.

he was the man in front of you who lost his boyhood.

'sirius i'm sorry,' you say.

'what for?' he asks, 'beside when should i leave your house? it'd be of help if you could suggest some place to hide,'

the question catches you off-guard.

'why'd you want to leave?' you ask. your finger slowly trails towards his hand and you adjoin your pinky with his.

'well i'm sure you wouldn't want a crackpot old dog in your house,' he muses, raising his eyebrow.

'and who told you that you're an crackpot, you tosspot?' you question.

'oh so i'm a tosspot?'

'shut up, you're not going anywhere,' you demand, the finger of your free finger wagging in front of him. he smirks,

'oh but dovie, i'm not as much of a ladies man as i was,' he says, breathing slowly leaning close towards your face. you feel his hot breath fogging up your glasses and you back away,

'sure, you hag,' you reply but you don't mean it. there's a slow moment where you stare into his gray eyes, and you realize the thunder of his stormy irises hasn't drowned. the moonlight beaming upon his high cheekbones, wrinkles of age and razor sharp jawline makes him look like a man who aged like fine wine.

you hear buckbeak screech and scratch his talons. you breath softly, your shoulders tensing.

'i think we should really find somewhere else where beaky can live peacefully,' you say, getting up. your palms feel sweaty, and you wipe your hands on your skirt.

sirius hums in agreement, quietly sipping on his tea. you turn on your heels, turning to tend to the hippogriff.

your hand attaches itself to your doorknob and you whisper,

'and for the record, i think you're gorgeous. and always be.' and you're sure you hear sirius choking on his tea at your words as you walk out the room.

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[loveronlineee]

Untouchable (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Sinclair! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Beauty Queen Y/N Sinclair has turned down every guy who’s ever asked her out. Maybe that’s because she’s only got eyes for a certain metalhead

Y/N notes: none

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Y/N Sinclair.

The original Queen of Hawkins high.

Make up always done. Outfits always on point. Not a hair out of place on her pretty head.

Y/N wasn’t part of the popular group. No, she was above them. She didn’t sit with anyone at lunch, or engage in group projects. She was…

untouchable.

It wasn’t that people didn’t want to be around her, it was that there was something very intimidating about her. Not just because she was a pretty girl.

She walked proudly. Never smiled. Everything she did was done with purpose.

Other students avoided her, worried they’d just get in her way. Every once in a while, a guy would pluck up the courage to ask her out but ultimately get rejected.

Everyone acted like they were walking on egg shells around her.

Almost everyone.

Eddie Munson was a little different. And that sentence was correct in multiple ways.

When Y/N would walk into a room, she could feel everyone tense up. It was something that amused her immensely. Everyone but Eddie. Who, for whatever reason, wouldn’t clock that she had entered and continue on with his shenanigans.

Maybe because he was labeled the freak, the lowest peg on the school’s social ladder, that it didn’t matter to him. Other students might become less popular if Y/N decided she particularly didn’t like them. But Eddie, he couldn’t go any socially lower and he didn’t care.

Y/N’s favourites were in the lunch hall, when he’d be standing on a table yelling something about the social hierarchy being bullshit. Stomping his feet down until he jumped off and scared the shit outta some poor student walking past.

One time when he did this, he turned around and nearly bumped into Y/N. He immediately stepped to the side and gestured for her to continue on her way.

“Miss Sinclair.” One corner of her mouth became upturned, a sight Eddie would burn into his brain for forever.

He, the school freak, managed to make ice Queen Y/N Sinclair smile.

Y/N stepped out of her car on that sunny afternoon and sat on the bonnet. She opened her heart shaped compact to check her face before closing it and putting it back in her bag.

Students stared as they walked past. Something she was used to and had mastered how to ignore.

Lucas, Mike and Dustin walked out and spotted her. Y/N’s little brother rolled his eyes as they walked over to her car.

“Why are you dressed like that?” Lucas asked with a disgusted face. Looking at her all pink outfit, showing a lot of skin. “I just asked you to pick us up, we’re not going to a stupid house party:”

“Of course we’re not. Like you nerds go to parties.” She joked, smiling just a little at Mike and Dustin. She might be cold to everyone else, but she had a soft spot for her younger siblings and their friends.

“Uh Y-Y/N?” Y/N’s eyes snapped to her right before her head moved, smile gone. A senior jock had come up to her, obviously trying to look confident but absolutely failing. Her icy cold stare was enough for him to loose his words. “U-Uh y’know what n-nevermind. Sorry.” He quickly scurried off.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Okay kids let’s go before another boy tries something like that.”

“Hey guys wait up!” Eddie Munson ran over, heading for Dustin. “Henderson, you left this.” He handed a textbook over which Dustin gladly took.

“Oh shoot thanks Eddie!”

“No worries man. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He looked to Y/N and bowed. “Miss Sinclair.”

He turned on his heals and began walking away.

“Eddie.” Y/N said his name slowly, leaning her head a little out her window. The metalhead nearly tripped over his own two feet trying to turn around. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever even heard her speak, and the first thing he hears is his name??? Y/N gave him a small amused smile. “What are you doing Saturday night?”

Eddie cautiously stepped closer, lowering himself to her open window.

“Nnnnnnnothing?”

“Would you be interested in getting a drink with me?” He blinked.

“What?”

“The Hideout. You play there sometimes right?”

“U-Uh yeah. Every Tuesday.” Eddie stuttered. She knew about his band? And that they play at the Hideout??

“Is it any good?”

“I-I get a discount on drinks because of my band.”

“Great. I’ll be there at 9.” Eddie stared blankly back at her. He sighed and closed his eyes.

“Very funny Miss Sinclair. Like you’d be interested in a guy like me.”

“I’m not interested in a guy like you. I’m interested in you.” That line was enough to send shivers down Eddie’s spine. The Y/N Sinclair just said that she was interested in him, out of every guy in Hawkins. Him. He could feel himself getting giddy. But he still wasn’t completely convinced. He made a risky move.

“Prove it.” Y/N smirked and grabbed the top of Eddie’s shirt, pulling him closer. She pressed her cherry glossed lips against his making Eddie inhaled in surprise. His eyes went wide before he closed them and leaned into her, resting his hands on the frame of the window. Y/N pulled away and wiped the slightly smudged gloss with her thumb.

“Believe me now?” She said in a low soft tone. Eddie looked at her, hunger in his eyes. He leaned to her again.

“No I think I need some more convincing-“

“PLEASE no.” Lucas shouted from the back seat. “Do NOT make us watch that again.” He said, disgusted. Dustin had his mouth open as Mike held back his laughter.

“Okay fun police.” Y/N rolled her eyes. She looked back at Eddie. He was still staring at her intently, riding the high of their lips touching. “So Saturday? 9?”

“Y-Yeah. 9.” He said with a dreamy smile.

“Okay then. And uh one more thing. As much as I like the whole Miss Sinclair thing, you can call me Y/N.”

“Okay, Y/N.” He grinned. She smiled a little and started up her car. Madonna beginning to play.

“See you later, Eddie Munson.” Eddie watched the car drive off, big stupid grin on his face. He turned to go to his van when he noticed everyone in the parking lot staring at him, complete shock on their faces having witnessed the whole exchange.

Eddie lifted his arms up and looked at all of them.

“What are you all staring at?” He asked, cherry gloss all over his lips.

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[islandtarochips]

Farmer!Price x Farmer!Female!Reader

Word Count: 3651  You’ve been a member of Farm 141 for a LONG time now. Your job is to tend the animals with care. Which you did very well on your part. You LOVE the animals. Taking care of them, feeding them, petting them. You just love it.

Your boss, named John Price, who owns the barn and the animals. He supervised everything and made sure the workers were doing their job. And he is very impressed with how you did yours.

Seeing your sweet smile to the loving animals and hearing how you softly talk to them. Even taking care of them if they are ill or injured. It’s like you’re Dr. Dolittle talking to these animals. Soap and Gaz called you that though as a nickname of how you reacted with them.

You find it silly and funny that you didn’t mind them calling you with that nickname.

You started to feed the sheeps in the fence before hearing a loud yelling. You turned your head to see Simon and Soap trying to reign the wild horse down. As they were pulling him into the circle fence. The horse they brought looked so beautiful with their black long mane and black shiny coat. Shining against the radiant sun.

You had never seen any horses look THAT gorgeous. You finished feeding the sheep and jumped over the fence before running over to where the boys are at.

“Take it easy boys! Don’t let this lad kick your arse!” Price said in his scruffy voice as he yelled out to Simon and Soap.

“Aye! Trying NOT to, sir- OH SHIT!” Soap had got his hand loose on the rope as the black horse rose up and stood on his hind-legs and ferociously moved his front legs around.

“SOAP! BACK UP!” Simon yelled for Soap to back away as he tried to pull the rope with all his might.

You started to feel worried for the boy's safety before hearing Price sighing deeply.

“Where…did you find this wild horse, sir?” You asked in curiosity as you looked at him.

Price started to rub the bridge of his nose before looking at the black horse. “He was given to us by one of the farmers downhill.” He kept his eyes on the black horse who was roughing Simon out. And scaring the shit out of Soap.

You could see Price was getting irritated by this.

“He asked us to help this poor fella out. He used to be a nice lad, that’s what the farmer said. But then he started to act all wild.” He then started to bring out his cigar and a lighter before turning around. “The vets had tried to check on him but the closer they got to him. The wild he gets. He already bucked one of the vets’ faces and sent him to a hospital with a broken one.” Price explained before trying to light the lighter up. “If we can’t tame him or make him behave by the end of the week. He’s gone.”

That made you turn your head to him once you heard the last two words.

“W-What?” Your tone started to fill with bits of concern as you looked at Price.

You could also see the disappointment on his face. He doesn’t want to do this as well but what choice do they have?

“Believe me, I don’t want to as well. But if this fella won’t stand down and we can’t find out what's wrong with him. Then he has to go.” Price sighs before he starts to light up his cigarette and starts to walk away as his boots crunched on the dirt.

You watched him leave before you looked back at the black horse, who is still trying to pull away from Simon and Soap.

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The sun was slowly coming down and you were having supper with the gang.

“Steamin’ Jesus…this lad is a TOUGH one…” Soap said very tiredly as he was laying the side of his head on the table.

“Soap, sit up straight and eat your supper.” Price said as he was eating his food while glancing at you.

You were just staring through the window to look at the black horse. Seeing him just trotting around and stomping one of his front legs on the ground. He can’t even stand still for some reason. He kept walking around in a circle in the fence. Something was definitely wrong with him, you can feel it.

“He’s a beauty, ain’t he?”

You snapped out of your trance as you looked at Price. “Um…yeah. He is.” You turned your attention back to the food as you started eating while thinking about the black horse. “So…what are we going to do with him?” Price sighed as he leaned back on his chair before crossing his arms. “I was planning on checking on him by tomorrow morning. Soap and I will deal with this horse while the rest of you do your chores.” He explained while looking at his team.

Everyone could hear Soap groaning so tiredly before sitting up and turning his head to Price. “Noooooo…Price, PLEASE. Why can’t Garrick? I almost got my arse kicked by that bloody bas.”

Gaz raised his hands and shook his head. “Nope. No thank you, mate. I’m not gonna get my arse kicked next or even want my hands getting dirty with HIM.”

You giggled while Price just rolled his eyes. Before Soap pointed at Simon. “Why not SIMON?”

Simon gave Soap an anamuse look. “I did most of the pulling, Johnny. While you were shitting in your pants on the dirt.”

“Ah didnae ya bas!”

Price sighed before he saw Soap pointing at you.

“Why not HER?”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”

Everyone perked at Price’s change of tone when Soap mentioned you. Everything was silent on the table before Price started to rub his face.

“Soap, when I said for you to come with me and HELP me. You will do as you are told. Understood.” He looked at Soap with a serious tone.

Soap could feel his cold sweat dripping from the side of his head. Seeing Price’s blue eyes piercing through his soul. You could feel it too even though he’s not looking at you.

“Yes, sir…” Soap mumbled a bit.

“Alright, let’s clean up. We’re gonna check on the lad tomorrow morning.”

They all nodded in agreement as you looked through the window again to see the horse was trotting around. As if he was upset about something. You can’t help but have that gut feeling about the horse.

“And don’t think about checking him on your own, love.”

You looked at Price to see his serious face. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been working here on this farm for a while now and I already know what you are thinking.” He gave you a pensive look as he stared into your eyes.

You don’t know why but you could feel your heart was beating a bit. And you two are staring at each other's eyes. You swallowed a bit before giving him a nervous smile. “Like…what, sir?”

Price just gave you a hard stare while crossing his arms. Gives you chills a bit of how he stared at you. You sigh in defeat and raise your hands up in surrender. “Ok ok. I won’t go and check that wild horse by myself.” He nodded softly. “Good. Now, you and Soap are doing dishes while Gaz cleans up the table and Simon and I are gonna go and check the animals before we all head to bed. Let’s go.”

The team started to do their parts while you were just looking through the window. Doing the dishes and staring at the black horse.

Seeing the horse is trotting around inside the fence and was stomping his right hoof for some reason. Then you have the gut feeling again. Something is bothering the poor horse and you’re gonna find out tonight.

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It was almost midnight and everyone was already asleep. So you took this chance to get out of bed and quietly opened your bedroom door. Checking from left to right to see if any of the boys are awake. Once you saw it was clear, you closed it before carefully tiptoeing to the stairs. Then softly went down before heading to the front door.

You quietly closed the door and hurriedly walked up to the fence where the black horse is at.

And there he is. The black coated lad. Just trotting around as he hasn’t stopped doing that for a while now. You could even see how he whined annoyingly and stomping his hooves most of the time

You walked up to the fence without scaring him. And heading to the gate. You made sure that the horse didn’t see or even hear you coming inside. For you know that it will scare him and might wake the others.

So you have to make this quiet and steady. As soon as you entered the gate and closed it softly, you flinched at the sound of the bolt lock clicking.

The black horse quickly turned his head to see you. He started to panic as he was making loud whiny noises. You also started to panic when he sounded so noisy. So you quickly, but CAREFULLY, ran up to him and put your hands up. To show him that you meant no harm.

“Woah there fella! It’s ok! It’s ok!” You tried to calm him down before the others would wake up. But…it’s already too late. You saw the light from the window on the top was on. That was in Price’s room.

“Fuck…” You cursed in your head as you saw Price opening his window by sliding it up.

He stuck his head out to see what was the racket before seeing you inside the fence. “WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” He yelled as his tone sounded agitated and upset.

You were about to say something before you gasped to see the black horse rise up on his hind legs. He was about to stomp on you but you managed to dodge and roll on the ground.

“Y/N!” Price quickly ran out of his room and grabbed his rope. Simon, Soap and Gaz quickly got out of bed to see what the fuss was about.

The horse started to stomp and kicked everywhere. You dodged as much as you try from getting buck or kicked at. You could also see how upset the horse was. Then you noticed the horse kept stomping on his right hind leg.

You looked at the horse and saw his eyes. As if it was pleading for something.

“Y/N! GET OUT OF THERE NOW!”

You turned your head to see Price coming in and was about to lasso the horse. You stopped in front of him. “WAIT! JOHN! DON’T!”

Price stopped before looking at you. “Y/N! MOVE!” “JUST WAIT!” You yelled at him back before seeing Price just stood there. You turned back to the horse, seeing him standing there and shaking his head. And slowly approached him.

“Y/n-”

You signal Price to wait as you keep moving forward.

The black horse looked at you deep into your eyes. As he was backing up, you slowly reached your hand out and said to him in a calming voice. “It’s ok. It’s ok, buddy. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

Simon, Soap and Gaz quickly ran to the fence before Price raised his arm out to stop them. These four men watched you carefully as you approached this wild beast.

The horse kept staring at you while digging his hooves onto the ground and snorted out his cold breath through his nostril. You smiled softly at him while still staring at his dark brown eyes. Continuing to calm the horse down, the boys were shocked to see that the wild beast didn’t even move while staring at you.

Price kept gripping onto his rope getting ready to move if you get hurt. Keeping his eyes on you at all times while you made your way to the horse.

The horse started to feel a little tense when you were only a few inches away from him. You kept smiling at him as you gently reached your hand out a bit. And just waited for him to move in to see if he trusted you.

It was only a moment of silence. No one was moving. No one was breathing. No one didn’t even made any noises. It was just your boots shuffling on the dirt quietly. The black horse looked at your hand before he slowly moved his head and nuzzled it with his muzzle.

Price raised his eyebrows in surprise to see the horse looked so gentle with you. You smiled widely before looking back at the boys.

Simon just crossed his arms and nodded as he felt impressed by this. Soap gave you a thumbs up with a smile and Gaz just sighed in relief. Even Price has the same reaction like Gaz.

You giggled to see their reactions before turning your attention back to the horse. “Alright, buddy. I’m having a feeling something is bothering you and you don’t want anyone to come near you. Because you’re upset, right?”

The horse nodded his head as if he understood you.

Which gives the boys quite a shocker. HOW though?

“Mind showing me where it’s bothering you?” You asked as gently as possible. The horse moved back a bit before turning around. Showing his hind legs. He lifted the right side.

You looked at the black horse before walking to it and gently held onto his right hind leg. You then look at the boys. “I need a flashlight.”

The boys looked at each other before Price told Gaz to get it. He dashed off while you were just calming the horse down. You smiled softly at him before Gaz came back and walked nervously up to you two.

“It’s ok, Gaz. Just flash the light where I can see it.” You said calmly to reassure Gaz before he walked over slowly while staring at the horse. And turned on the light to flash on the hind leg of where the hooves are at.

Price and the boys watched carefully as you looked to find the source of the problem.

“Aha!” You exclaimed before trying to pick something out. 

It was a tiny nail that has been stuck deeply into the poor horse’s hoof. That’s why he’s acting all wild.

“Well, what do you know?” Price said as he placed his hand on his head seeing you gently pat the horse.

“Damn, Y/n. How did you know?” Gaz asked as he took the small piece of nail from you and examined it.

You shrugged as you petted gently on the horse’s muzzle. “I just…have a gut feeling. That’s all.” You said before seeing Price smiling at you.

He turned his head to Simon and Soap telling them to call the farm owner to bring the vet to double check. The two nodded and left before Price went inside the fence and walked over to you.

“I’ve gotta say. You sure are connected with animals pretty well. Even to the wild ones.” He chuckled deeply before letting Gaz go as he looked at the horse. “So…is he friendly now?” When Price started to raise his hand up to pet the horse. He quickly withdrew his hand back before the horse would bite him.

You calm the horse down before seeing him nuzzling against you. “Um…I don’t think so. Just give him some time.” You said with a small giggle.

Price huffed a bit as he rubbed his hand. But he just gives a small smile seeing you all giggly. “Now. Give him a few weeks to get used to the rest of us.”

You lightly chuckled before letting go of the horse and walking up to Price. “So…ARE you gonna put this fella down?” You asked as you tilted your head a bit and looked up to his blue eyes.

Price looked at the horse and was pondering for a bit as he rubbed his head. “Well, since YOU found the source of the problem. I guess we don’t need to.” He smiled at you before placing his hand on your head ruffled a bit. “You did well, Y/n. That nickname sure fits you well.”

You both laughed a bit before you gave him a soft smile. “Thanks, Price.”

Once the sun rose up to the sky. You and the boys waited for the owner to come and pick up his horse. He came with the vet as they were checking on him and you were there next to the horse. In case he might kick another vet’s face.

After a few minutes of checkup. The vet had confirmed that the horse is fine and healthy. So the owner thanked you and the team for taking care of him. For in return, he let you keep him.

You were surprised at this offer. Even the boys too. Another reason why the owner is okay for you to have him is because of how he saw the horse react so close to you. As if he already chose someone.

You happily accepted the gift and shook hands with the owner. And brought the horse back to his fence.

Price walked with you while the boys were doing their chores. “That’s very nice of him.”

“Yeah, I'm happy to keep Onyx around.”

Price looked at you when you said that name. “Onyx?”

You smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah. That’s his name. It’s my favorite kind of gemstone. And Onyx here. Reminds me so much of it.” You brought Onyx inside and took the rope off from his neck before letting him trot around. “And his coat is very shiny. Just like the onyx stones.”

Price smiled at you very softly as he chuckled. “Sounds fitting. Just like your nickname.” He nudged you a bit teasingly while you giggled from it.

You both walked out of the fence while Price closed the gate and watched Onyx trotted around the fence. You both leaned forward against the fence as you smiled at Onyx.

“You did good, Y/n. I’m proud of ya.” Price looked at you with a small smile before patting your shoulder. “But please, don’t pull that stunt like that again. You hear?”

You chuckled and nodded. “Sure, sir. Won’t happen again.”

“Better. Because if you do that again. You’ll be cleaning the animals' shits for WEEKS.”

You laughed before smiling at Price, “Counting on that, Price.”

The two of you were in a moment of silence. Watching Onyx and just enjoying each other’s company. Until you felt Price’s hand sliding down from your shoulder to your back. Making you feel the shivers up to your spine. He noticed it and chuckled a little as he lay his hand around your waist.

“You really impressed me today. I might give you a raise for it.” Price said it in his deep British accent. Making you feel your stomach all fluttery and make you blushed a bit.

“JUST the raise, sir? Or are you implying to pay something ELSE?” You said with a bit of a teasing tone as you smiled shyly at him.

Price almost laughed at your comment before pulling you closer to him. “Maybe. Interesting to ride a horse, love?”

You looked back at Onyx and shrugged a bit. “Yeah, I don’t mind taking a few riding lessons with Onyx.” You grinned at Price seeing him giving you a very unamused look. You laughed a little before nudging him. “I’m kidding. I know what you’re talking about, John.”

Price sighed but still had that smile under his beard. No matter how many times you make jokes about him referring to something else instead of him. He still likes you…or more than that.

“Well then, the boys are going out pretty soon. And perhaps maybe I can give you your payment inside. Yeah?” Price gently rubbed your waist still as he was leaning in whispering to you.

You giggled a bit as you turned your head. “That’ll be fine.”

Price just gives you a warm smile before he slowly leaned down and you could feel your heart beating so fast.

Is he going to KISS you?

You started to panic a bit before you slowly close your eyes and tried not to mess this up. 

As the two of you were about to kiss; you felt something was different on your lips. It doesn’t feel like any other kind of lips. You opened your eyes and almost screamed to see Onyx was in the way. “Wha- ONYX! WHAT THE HELL?!”

Price was also surprised to see Onyx popped his head between you and him. He chuckled a bit before taking a step back. “I think someone is being overprotective of you.” He said it jokingly before seeing Onyx glaring at him. He raised his hands in defense. “Ok ok. I’m backing up, lad. No need to be fussy.”

Onyx snorted at him before nuzzling against your face. You petted him before looking at Price.

“I’ll just leave you two then. And…I’ll talk to you later. Ok?” Price then turned around and walked away.

“O-Ok…see ya.” You sighed before glaring at Onyx. “Really, Onyx? I was JUST about to- You know what? Forget it. No oats tonight for YOU, mister.”

Onyx snorted at you before nudging your head a bit.

You smiled a bit and pushed his head back from nudging you so much. “Hey, don’t blame me for ruining my ONLY chance to get with him.” You rolled your eyes before walking to the gate to get inside. “Now come here and let me check on you.”

THE END

Your chance had been ruined by a HORSE. Lol. So I hope you guys enjoy this one. It took me a while to find a good inspiration for making this story! Now, ONE down and THREE more to go! The next one will be Ghost! But I am going to take a few days off since I need to find ANOTHER inspiration for making this story.

Anyway! Hope you guys enjoy this story! There will be no part 2 if that’s what you’re asking. Sorry…

And Imma tag THIS wonderful person @alypink because of how much she loves Price🥰😘💝

#farm au #price x y/n #price x you #price x reader #cod price x reader #cod price #call of duty price x reader #call of duty price #farmer price #farmer reader

[starrycassi]

Hate, love, guilt, mothers. Aren't they all synonyms?

You can find part one of this au here, and two here. Also a quick explanation on who's Gloria here. Mild nsfw mention at the end. Like, super mild.

The grounds of the Goldenloin mansion are always breathtaking, it doesn't matter how many times Ballister's been here as a guest, as an intruder, as a knight, as a lover. The gardens are fantastic, and the structure makes him feel so, so tiny.

Standing here, looking at the dining table made for dozens and dozens of people, Ballister can't help but feel out of place. The maid that guided them here is mimicking their pose, right next to them, and Ballister signals to Ambrosius, tugging on his sleeve. There's no need for her to be here, too. She should be free to leave.

Ambrosius gets the memo and dismisses the poor girl, who leaves quietly and quickly. Ballister's skin itches.

In front of them rests a wonderful feast, colorful and appealing, even if some plates are covered with golden silverware, to protect the food from loosing it's flavor, or whatever. He can't help but wonder how many street kids are hungry right now — can't help but remember what it's like, to be alone and lost and begging for a crumb of bread, a sip of water, a simple plate of food and be denied and-

The echo of someone's steps brings him back to the present, and he stares at the woman as she walks in. Captain Gloria limps as she arrives, her golden hair down in a braid that reaches her lower back. She gleams at them, despite the clear pain that every step delivers to her system. Her eyes aren't quite focused.

Ambrosius suddenly goes still, fixing his posture.

The two of them just accept the silence, live in it, for the next couple of seconds. Gloria finally gets to the table and sits down slowly, hissing when she finally does so, reeking of alcohol and a splendid perfume. She's at the head of the chairs, and Ambrosius rounds up the table to sit right next to her. Ballister tries to follow him.

“Don't” orders the woman, her hand suddenly reaching out to grip Ballister's wrist. She tugs on him, making take a seat, too, at her left. Ambrosius stares at him with a questioning look, and he stares back with an even more questioning look. It's his mom that's acting weird, he should know what's going on.

They don't have to figure it out, though, because she explains it soon enough.

“You are not here as Ambrosius's guest, today. You're a suitor. Act accordingly or get out”

Her voice, cold and demanding, takes both of the boys by surprise. Gloria's and Ballister's relationship has never been a specially warm one, but all in all, he's always seen her as a stressed out woman who doesn't really care about anything but her work and her son. Everytime they've been together she's drunk, hurt, on duty, or in a weird combination of those options. She's never been openly hostile or mean to him, so he's left in unexplored grounds when her blue eyes are suddenly fixed on his face, pinning him to his seat and making his head spin with with dread and doubts.

“Mom, there's no need to-”

Ambrosius tries, he really tries, to reason with her. Gloria, who's whole body moves weirdly and limply, suddenly hits the table with her fist closed, and Ambrosius straightens up in his seat, body reacting before his mind does so, instincts ingrained on him urging him to obey and comply to orders, even the unspoken ones.

Ballister knows the look on Gloria's eyes — he's seen it before, only, not on her face — she's not only intoxicated, not merely wounded. She's full of regret, of fury, of pure and unfiltered anger. As soon as that knowledge hits him, he's filled with a strange sense of security, of comfort. She's mad and she's irrational, but he knows the reason of those feelings. She's merely a mother defending her child, a knight defending her loved ones.

Ballister is trying to do the same, and it's refreshing to see his own feelings of confusion and hatred mirrored into Gloria's face. He knows what her anger means, because his blood burns with the same heat, the same intensity.

“I'm sorry, Captain Gloria” he says, slowly and clearly. The nerves he felt all the way here disappear, leaving only his determination, his devotion. Gloria isn't against him. She's against anything that might hurt jer son, and that's a feeling Ballister not only understands, but shares, “It was awfully inadequate of me to act that way. I beg your forgiveness”

She smiles, woobly and unsteadily, at him. She's pleased with his words, clearly. He tries to remember the hours and hours of ranting that Ambrosius blessed his ears with every so often, complaining about stupid protocol lessons that his mother made him take.

“Very well” she nods at him, and he imitates the gesture. He quickly nods at Ambrosius, too, to try and reassure him. This will be okay. It has to.

Ambrosius's shoulders relax just the slightest bit at that, but he smiles, and talks again,

“I'm incredibly hungry, Mum. Why don't we eat before we discuss this, yeah?”

It's always surprising to Ballister, really, how adaptable Ambrosius is. One minute, he's a big dramatic performer for the Queen. The next, he's merely a child with a pleading voice, asking— no, begging, for some peaceful seconds with his mom.

“Yes, the food. Let's eat and talk business, shall we? That's not really an appropriate thing to do, I suppose, but I can make an exception, seeing as how you've had the guts to ask for my son's hand in marriage, cadet”

She claps, and servants lift the coverings. Some of their faces are recognizable to Ballister. Did they live in the same orphanage? Were they friends, and his mind has forgotten?

This is whst he hates about the Goldenloin mansion. This is what he hates about every single noble event ever. He simply resings himself to his fate, a rejected freak to the nobles and a traitor to the commoners. He tries to keep his eyes on the table, tries not to to think about how some of the people working for Ambrosius, serving him, probably have never even tried the kind of feast he's about to have.

Ballister's never been a religious person, but he prays for forgiveness, even if it's merely for a second. He prays for forgiveness, even if it's undeserved.

The steak in front of him suddenly loses its appeal. The nerves are back, just like that. He hates himself for that, for being so brave a second and then a complete coward in the other.

They simply eat, for some moments. Gloria sips her glass of red wine every so often, and both of the boys chew methodically on their steaks. Food is fuel, Ballister tries to remind himself, tasting guilt and shame in every bite, feeling as if he's chewing his own heart; food is fuel, and he needs fuel for this conversation.

That doesn't make the bitterness of the whole situation go away.

“You said you have a plan” accuses Gloria, after washing down a bit of her salad with wine, “but I'm yet to hear anything about it”

Ballister's first instinct is to roll his eyes, tell her that it's her who's been acting all weird and cranky, but he knows better than to go against an older knight, even if she's drunk and injured. She's also his mother-in-law, and he refuses to feed into the stereotype of in laws not getting along.

“The food just distracted us, mom, that's all. It's really good”

Gloria's face softens a bit, and she offers her son a quick sound of agreement.

“Still. I need to know what you two rascals are up to, don't I?”

As if she didn't just violently smash the table, she laughs a bit at her joke, muttering something about teenagers under her breath.

They do their best to explain themselves without setting her off again, Ambrosius providing Ballister with facial expressions that let him know when to shut up and when to keep going. At the end of it, their food is almost gone, Ballister's guilt is almost forgotten, and Gloria looks almost convinced.

"And what do you win, cadet?"

She looks feral, like a lion ready to chew down on it's prey. Ballister refuses to lose against her, not today.

"I get to see my boyfriend be happy. What else could I possibly want?"

Some of the servants seem too moved by his answer to hide their coos, but he doesn't dare look their way, too scared to find out that perhaps that truly are the kids that grew up on his same street, with his same dreams. He keeps his eyes fixed on Gloria's, blue and brown crashing and figthing.

"Sounds like bullshit to me. No one would do all that just for someone else's happiness or whatever"

She shakes her head in disagreement, and Ballister wants to scream at her, tell her that she doesn't know shit about them, that he would walk barefoot into a burning building if it meant saving Ambrosius. He doesn't.

"I don't need anything else" he says, instead, "I only want to make sure that my boyfriend has a choice and-"

"Okay, say you win" interrupts Gloria, looking bemused with him. He hates the way she stares him down like a mere child, "and the interviewer; because this will be televised, that's a no brainer, asks what do you want. What are you going to tell the kingdom?"

He doesn't even hesitate, before answering:

"I would ask for just enough money to pay back my debth with the house of Elpis and the Goldenloin house. Then, for Ambrosius's political allies to be a matter only he can have the final say on. Not you, or me, or anyone else"

She looks at him some more, as if trying to be intimidating. He doesn't budge.

"That is an honest answer" she finally says, nodding, "That's more believable. That, I can accept. I think"

She makes a show of considering things, tapping her index finger to her chin. They keep quiet, waiting for her verdict.

“It's a decent attempt” she concedes, after some seconds of humming to herself. "It's even a good idea"

They both sigh, relieved. She clicks her tongue, and shakes her head, again, like some sort of wet dog, and they feel not so relieved, now.

“But you two are openly... close to one another, right? Everyone knows. Can't do anything if you win and people question us, can we? About your little, well, romance, and all that”

Gloria never really acknowledges the fact that her son is dating Ballister, even if he did come out and confess the secret to her half a year ago, cracking under the pressure of a specially though new years party. It gives Ambrosius some sort of dumb hope, that perhaps his mom might actually start taking his own free will into account and validating his love for Ballister. Even if she always says that that's something she already does.

“We're still trying to figure out what to do with that, Mum”

She laughs some more, making him feel stupid. Ballister looks as confused as he feels when she merely giggles at their faces, gulping down the rest of her drink. A servant refills it immediately.

“You kids are so slow, nowadays” she flaps her hand, rolling her eyes, “a mere fight will be enough. In a public space, obviously. Be nasty about it. My friends and I used to do it when we wanted to get a rise out of our parents. Neat trick”

And, with that piece of advice, she keeps on drinking.

.

Ambrosius excuses them both out of the table when they're done, leaving Captain Gloria to drunkenly mumble nonsense to herself.

The halls of the mansion are spacious and lonely, so they're able to walk together, holding hands, without a care in the world. Ambrosius has grown up here, was raised here. He knows and trusts the staff to keep a couple of secrets.

“She seems… a bit agitated” Ballister says, softly. Gloria has been a sore spot for their conversations ever since the start of their friendship, and they mostly try to avoid talking about her. But if feels wrong, to be in her house and pretend she doesn't exist.

“She's got a dislocated hip” Ambrosius answers, voice impregnated with pity, “Must hurt a lot. She was distracted with this whole thing and a thief managed to hit her real hard…”

He stares at the floor, but they keep on walking to Ambrosius's bedroom. After lunch, Gloria has practically demanded for them to stay until dinner, arguing that they have already lost most of the day, anyways. Neither one of them dared go against her word.

“I'm happy she's mad. At least I'm not the only one worried about your ass”

“I can assure you, Ballister, your thoughts about my ass are really, really different from her thoughts about it. At least I hope so”

Hip bumping his boyfriend for being an idiot, Ballister blushes a bit. Ambrosius does have a nice body.

“Don't be weird about this, Amber. We're literally talking about you mom”

“No, you are talking about her. I'm talking about people's thoughts on my ass. That's a whole different conversation”

“Not a specially interesting one, I'm sure. Much like your very flat ass”

Ambrosius gasps, offended, just as they reach the doors of his bedroom. He makes a show of dramatically slamming the door, just to open it back again mere seconds later, sticking out his tongue at Ballister before allowing him to come in.

“Keep this treatment up, and I'm actually marrying Todd” he threatens, and Ballister half heartedly pushes him.

“Okay, your ass is not flat. Just… sort of concave. Happy?”

“Not so much. But, alas, I'm not really dating a poet, am I? My heart has chosen you, even with your horrible mistreatments towards my figure”

They laugh at the stupidity of the situation, as if guilt isn't eating Ballister alive, as if Ambrosius isn't worried to death for his mom, as if the world isn't collapsing and burning around them.

They take of their shoes, and get into bed, cuddling with each other almost immediately, used to it after years and years of practice. Ballister rests his cheek on Ambrosius's chest, and they hold hands, tangling their legs. This is incredibly inappropriate to do on Ambrosius's house, with his mom meter away, but everything around them feels so wrong right now that this is the closest they can get to normal.

The events of the last few hours settle in. Panic comes back, alongside with every other emotion that they have been trying to run away from. It's scary, to admit that perhaps they could fail. They could be wrong. Ambrosius understands why his mom seems to be in denial all of the time; it's easier to pretend that something is not happening than to deal with the fact that it is.

The room is quiet. They're just teens.

“I'm nervous”

“Me, too. I'm terrified”

“Yeah. Me, too”

And it's just them, their fears and their breaths, for a second. There's nothing else but them. But reality is always there, waiting, and it comes with paperwork and legalities and many, many other things. It's them against the world, even if they would really, really like to just make peace with everyone and sleep until winter.

To avoid silence — because it comes with too many questions, too many memories, too many reminders — Ballister decides to keep on with their plan, furthering it, and asks, “So, now, we fake fight?”

“I think it's the best choice we have, right? Mom said so”

Ambrosius, always eager to follow Gloria's word, seems to perk up. Ballister feels slightly annoyed, but at least his boyfriend looks a little less like a kicked kitten.

“And what are we figthing about, uh?”

This is scary, too. Yeah, a fake figth. That's something they should be able to manage. But there's some issues, here and there, and perhaps they're just waiting for a chance to come out. This could be that chance. And there's no way they're going to actually live apart from each other, but they have to, right? So it's believable.

“What about something stupid? Like, I don't know, jazz?”

“Ambrosius, you know very well how I feel about-”

To stop his boyfriend from going on yet another campaign of hate against freestyle jazz, Ambrosius gives him a quick kiss on the hair, successfully making him shut up.

“Kay, not jazz. What, then?”

“Let's fight about this. I'll be jealous, you'll scream at me for being jealous, and we'll break up. Call me a selfish insecure asshole, or something”

Ambrosius immediately pants like a wounded animal, frowning. He makes Ballister get up slightly, to make sure he can see his eyes. They're full of love. Pure, solid, love.

“I don't ever want to hurt you, Bal”

Ballister chokes on air, because this isn't fair. Ambrosius is so pretty, resting on the mattress, looking up at him. No one else but him should ever get to see him like this. Specially not some imbecile who thinks figthing for him is enough to get married.

“It's just going to be a play-pretend situation, Amber. I don't wanna hurt you, either, but it's going to be just a couple of days. Then, we're back to normal”

Ambrosius ponders on it, pouting. But he finally nods, agreeing.

“Fine. We're hating each other from now on”

.

The next time Ballister wakes up, they're back at the Institute, half naked, fused together like a pretzel. Perhaps they got a bit too sentimental when they came back, and perhaps they stole a couple of sips from Gloria's wine reserve. A make out session had been the start of their so called hate, and Gloreth, did they suck at this.

“Ambrosius. Ambrosius, wake up. Ambrosius, fucking move”

With a bit more of force than needed, he shakes his boyfriend, trying to get him to open up his eyes. Ambrosius attempts to do so and also get up, miscalculating, and falling face first to the floor.

Shit.

Hurrying up to help him, Ballister trips, too. The wine is still in their systems, apparently, and it makes them laugh like idiots as soon as their gazes cross.

“Shit. We're supposed to be figthing, Amber”

“I'm pretty sure last night counts as a form of combat. Sword figths, one may call it”

“Shut the fuck up, honestly. Just, for once, shut up”

“Only if you kiss me, babe"

Okay, maybe they aren't suited for a divorce yet. Ballister got up, grunting, and Ambrosius followed suit, if only because the floor is way too cold to be laying on it with nothing but a boxer and shorts on. He smiled at the wall when he managed to stand up on his own two feet, still dizzy.

“What now, Bal?”

Ballister struggled to put his shirt back on, trying to remember where the fuck his shoes where. It was early, still. If he hurried up, he could sneak out without anyone seeing him.

“Dont ask me. This whole thing was your plan. Think, Ambrosius; for the first time in your life, think”

Ambrosius threw the nearest object at his ungrateful boyfriend, and rolled his eyes when the comb impacted against the desk. Turns out his aim gets affected by alcohol. Who could've thought?

“What was that for?!” Hisses Ballister, barely managing to get done with his clothes. Ambrosius's loopy smile only grew bigger at the sight, and he looked so much like his mom, for a second. Just a second.

“We're figthing, love. I think this is how figths are supposed to go, right?”

And he threw a hair cream bottle, that impacted on the wall.

Ballister opened up the door, just in time for the notebook Ambrosius threw to go flying through it. Some cadets were already out, curious about the noise. Ambrosius, drunk and ad impulsive as his mother, grinned with pleasure. Yes, a public fight, indeed.

“And get out!” he screamed, remembering the way his mother looked at him yesterday, feeling the tears burning on the very corners of his eyes, hating her stare and wishing she looked at him more often “I don't want to talk to you ever again, you hear me?!”

A pillow was thrown. Ballister fought down the urge to burst out laughing. This felt so much like a cheap soap opera.

“It's not my fault you're a coward!” He screamed back, wine helping him come up with the words, “Go and die for all I care, Golden Boy! Hang yourself from a fucking tower, I don't give a shit!”

More and more people came in to witness the situation. Had he been sober, Ballister probably would've stopped. He wasn't, though.

“You're so jealous!” Screeched Ambrosius, like he meant it, “You're just jealous of my suitors being way better than you, you prick!”

Ballister kneeled down, picked up the fallen pillow, and threw it right back at it's owner. Ambrosius barely contained his cackles.

“I'll enter the fucking tournament just so I can disown you, Ambrosius! You don't deserve all that money!”

They were losing the plot a bit, but it didn't really matter. A figth is a figth, no matter the reasons.

“Do whatever you want, Ballister! You're never winning, never !”

Next, a sweater came in, balled up, flying. This one actually hit Ballister on the eye, and he had to take a step back, surprised. Ouch.

“We'll see about that, you idiot!”

With a final heated stare, Ballister turned around, bitting down his tongue to dissimulate the giggles.

.

As soon as he got into his room and locked his door, Ballister opened up his cellphone, already missing his boyfriend's arms. He found a couple of drunken voicemails Ambrosius had already sent his way, and a couple of pictures that matched the vibe of their last night.

Smiling, he got into his own bed, hiding under the sheets. Perhaps intense figths weren't such a bad idea for their relationship, after all.

#nimona movie #goldenheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister nimona #nimona #ballister boldheart #nimona (2023) #ambrosius nimona #ambrosius x ballister #ballister blackheart #tournament au #I'm sorry this is like one week late I was having a manic episode #my poor poor psychiatrist is doing what she can #I honestly am about to fall asleep no grammar check is needed when you have god on you side #i really want a sandwich right now #I love writing these idiots atp I don't even know if I'm doing a good job but damn am I having fun #it's 1:20 am. enjoy #I don't accept criticism but I'll kiss you in your sleeo if u leave a comment #not in a creepy way #in a santa Claus way

[acrukx]

“tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you” (modern au higunana)

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a/n: i’m working on making an ao3 account to post there, but i’m so excited to share so here it is here. there may be mistakes but i hope the rare few of us higunana fans enjoy :]

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Higuruma Hiromi hated his boyfriend. He hated how he could say the most jaw dropping, astonishingly dirty things with a straight face and that stone cold look in his eyes. Like now, how he was standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe as he watches Hiromi change clothes after work.

“What’re you staring at?” He asks, pausing to look at his partner who had been watching him without a word. He receives a quick look up and down and a hum, “Your shirt is inside out.” The blonde explains as he makes the few steps into the room to meet his partner. He then grabs the hem of his shirt, gently and slowly pulling it up.

“Oh… What would I do without you?” Higuruma mumbles quietly with a small smile, a hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Not be such a disturbance to the neighbors.” Kento replies as he gets Hiromi’s shirt up over his head. Hiromi sputters, grabbing the shirt from the blonde’s hands, “That was-” He cuts himself off with a sigh, looking down, “That was one time…”

With a chuckle, Kento takes the shirt back from his partner, flipping it right-side-out and gathering it up around the neck. He slips it over his head, allowing him to put his arms through himself, “Mhm…” He hums in response as he presses a kiss to his forehead, leaning down the couple of inches of height difference they had.

“You look good in my shirt. Though you know I prefer you without it.” He states as he turns to walk away, Hiromi pausing and staring at his boyfriend’s back, “W- What?” He exclaims, “What the hell has gotten into you?” Hiromi asks, following after the man after quickly pulling on his sweatpants.

“Nothing, love.” The blonde shrugs, as if he hadn’t just made his boyfriend blush like a schoolgirl without even so much as cracking a smile himself.

“I hate it when you do this.” The poor victim of his boyfriend’s teasing–though Nanami wouldn’t call it that–groans.

“No you don’t.”

Hiromi sighs deeply, “You’re right…”

——

Hiromi wouldn’t consider himself a weak man, but boy, was he weak to his partner. It hadn’t even been anything in particular. Maybe the build up of the events since he had come home, the continuous flirting and teasing whilst his partner kept a completely straight face. Maybe the way the blonde’s sweats fit in the ass area just right.

By the end of the night, he was no longer sitting on the couch, cuddled up beside his boyfriend, no, that wasn’t enough. He was in his lap, held by strong arms, one around his waist, the other on his thigh. Hiromi held one arm around Kento’s neck, gripping loosely to his t-shirt, sometimes at the back of his neck.

As he slowly started to kiss his boyfriend’s neck, soft lips dragging against even softer skin, he felt the hand on his thigh tighten. Hiromi’s own hand slips upwards into the blonde hair at the back of Kento’s neck, gripping it gently. No words are needed as Kento feels Hiromi’s nose against his skin as he moves up to behind his ear, teeth biting at the lobe of his ear.

“Hiro…” Kento mumbles softly, hand on his thigh sliding closer to his crotch, stopping just shy of it, “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

Hiromi shivers, a quiet exhale of air that was almost a moan passing his lips against Kento’s ear, “I don’t… Know… Touch me. Please…” He begs, words coming out just shy of a whimper towards the end.

“Is that all? Touch you how?” The blonde continues, squeezing the meat of Hiromi’s thigh under his palm.

Hiromi squirms, “You know how- Please, Kento you’ve been doing this all day.” He mumbles.

“Doing what, love?” The offender asks, not moving his hand any closer, rubbing up and down the inside of his partner’s thigh.

“You know what you’re doing!” The victim exclaims, “When you’re all- All teasing with that damn straight face of yours, making me all- All flustered without even a bat of an eye!” He groans, pulling his head back to look at him, “I know you know you’re doing it!”

“Hm. You got me.” Nanami finally breaks a small grin, “My point still stands. Tell me what you want, Hiromi.” He says, his voice lower now, using his full name rather than the usual shortened version.

“I… I told you.” Hiromi shivers at the use of his full name falling from his partner’s lips, “Touch me. Please.” He grabs his wrist and pulls it towards his crotch, “Here.”

“What’s here, hm?” Nanami mumbles, not making any effort to comply just yet, “Tell me. I wanna hear it.”

Hiromi groans, “I hate you… Please touch my fucking dick Nanamin.” He complains, starting to whine, a little grin on his lips as he uses his silly nickname he had heard was given by one of his students that he liked to tease him with.

“I don’t think you hate me.” The blonde hums, ignoring the silly nickname in favor of finally giving his boyfriend some release, squeezing him through the thin pants he was wearing.

He didn’t. He loved him. And he loved the way he was touching him at the moment, even through his pants was enough to have his dick drooling, leaving a wet spot through his underwear to the front of the black pants. It wasn’t visible, but as Kento ran his thumb up to press against his tip he could feel it.

“Already so wet for me, hm?” He asks, still, straight faced, as if asking how his day had gone.

“Ken…To… Please.” Hiromi whimpers, face hiding back in his neck, “Please, it’s… Enough teasing. Please…” He sighs, hoping and praying to whatever God existed that Nanami wouldn’t make him say it.

“Please what? Tell me.” He couldn’t have imagined the words better himself.

“Kento… Please stop teasing and just fuck me already.” He nips at his neck a little hard, where he had now left behind just a few marks throughout the whole debacle, earning him a harsh squeeze of his cock through his pants.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Kento lets go of him, patting his hip, signaling him to get off of his lap. Hiromi obeys, getting up and grabbing his lover’s hand, pulling him behind him to the bedroom.

When they make it there, Kento catches a hand on the raven’s hip, turning him towards him to capture him in a deep, hard, kiss as he slowly walks him backwards. The back of Hiromi’s knees hit the bed, and he falls backwards, Kento landing on top of him and dragging him up the bed.

Hiromi was no small man by any means, but Nanami’s strength was nothing to underestimate. The blonde maneuver’s his boyfriend into his desired position, going back to kissing him, gentle, sweet kisses, holding his wrists above his head in the meantime.

Hiromi’s legs spread on instinct, letting his partner settle between them. He could feel the bulge in the front of his pants pressing against his own, and tried to move his wrists, which to his surprise the blonde allows.

Hiromi’s hand immediately shoots down, tugging at the drawstrings of Kento’s pants, clumsily untying them in his haste. He gets them open somehow, loosening his waistband and slipping his hand in. Just the feeling of his handsome boyfriend’s warm, half hard—how in God’s name?—cock in his hand was enough to relax him again.

“How the fuck are you only-“ Hiromi starts, moaning when the blonde cuts him off with a kiss, hungrier this time, tongue sliding past his lips, against his teeth. Only when he pulls away does he finish, panting his words out, “Halfway there? I’m the old man here.” He mumbles with a relaxed smile, a bit of spit on his lip.

“I know how to control myself.” Nanami shrugs, poking his partner on the nose with the smallest hint of amusement on his face, which turns into pleasure as Hiromi finally starts to move his hand in his pants.

Kento counters his actions by swiftly pulling his lover’s pants down, along with his boxer-briefs. He moves Hiromi’s leg over, to his protest because he loses a grip on his dick as he does so, but gets his pants off anyway. Slipping his hands under his shirt, through the light dust of black hair covering his torso, the blonde works the shirt he had previously put onto his partner back off.

Hiromi beneath him whines as he spreads his legs around his partner’s hips once again, “Take yours off too.” He reaches for his shirt with both of his now free hands, tugging it up and over the larger man’s head. He runs his hands down his chest, then rests them on his sides, “Pants too.” He gives him his best puppy dog eyes, which wasn’t hard, Hiromi’s puppy dog eyes were almost always prominent, and so, so hard to refuse.

“Who’s the one giving orders here?” Kento jokes, but obliges his partner anyway. He takes off the offending pants, tossing them away as he had with Hiromi’s clothes, to be dealt with later. After the clothes are finally gone, he leans over to their nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube, among the many other things kept in the drawer that they wouldn’t be using tonight.

Hiromi watches as the blonde turned back to him with said lube, and he tilted his head back, biting the inside of his lip as he heard the pop of the cap. He turns back to look at the man between his legs, who, as a last thought, lifts up his hips with the bottle of lube in hand. Hiromi helps him by lifting his hips, feet planted on the bed as the blonde slips a pillow underneath his lower back.

“Really?” Hiromi can’t help but blush, throwing his head back to avoid his lover’s gaze at him.

“What? You know it helps your back. And you’re a good pillow princess.” He teases, this time unable to keep a straight face as he sees the look of absolute confusion on Hiromi’s face. The sound of Kento’s laugh brings a smile through the confusion, but Hiromi still stares at him and rolls his eyes.

“God, I can’t with you. Get on with it already, big guy.” Hiromi laughs a little too, reaching up to grab his partner’s face, pulling him down to kiss him, hungry once again to get a taste of him. As they kiss, Nanami professionally gets some lube on his fingers, slicking them up and warming it all the same.

He’s rewarded with a small moan into his mouth from Higuruma as he gets the extra lube on his hole, slowly slipping one finger past his rim. The blonde pulls away from their kiss, “Feel okay?” He asks softly, not moving his finger until he gets a nod and a verbal “Yes.” from his partner, and continues.

He moves down to kiss along his neck, giving Hiromi matching hickeys to match his own from earlier.

Hiromi starts to complain, but it turns into a moan when he feels another finger inside him joining the other, “Fuck- Kento…” He whines, tilting his head back, Kento using the opportunity to kiss down his throat and to his collarbones, “You know what to say if it’s too much, baby.” He reminds him, and Hiromi nods, “I know. You just feel so good.”

It doesn’t take long after that before Nanami has worked up to four fingers, and Hiromi is basically begging him to fuck him already. He squirms and wraps a leg around one of Kento’s, “Please… Please fuck me already. I’m ready.” He begs, big brown puppy dog eyes making a return.

Kento raises a brow at him, pulling his fingers out, making his partner whine. He spreads the excess lube on his dick, running his finger over the head to gather the precum—that had dripped just a bit on the sheets, they needed changed anyway—to add to the mix.

Watching his love above him, Hiromi could almost feel his mouth watering, he wouldn’t be surprised if he started drooling, similar to where his cock was resting on his stomach, making a slightly sticky mess of precum in the light amount of hair he had on his stomach.

“Please… Kento.” He whines as he reaches towards him, hooking his leg around the blonde’s calf in an attempt to pull him forward. Kento hums, placing a hand on the older’s hip, squeezing gently, “Shh. You’re okay.” He soothes him, gently hooking his hand under his knee, pulling his leg away and holding it out of the way as much as he can stretch, the distance of which Nanami had gotten down pat by now.

Higuruma makes a small noise at the stretch, adjusting himself to get comfortable on the bed. He stares up at the blonde, watching every part of his body as he slots himself properly between his legs. He watches him lining himself up, rubbing the tip of his cock against his hole to make sure they were both ready before he slowly pushes in, all the way until he’s leaned over his partner, placing a soft kiss to his lips, “Okay?” He asks, getting only a nod in return.

“I need to hear a yes, Hiromi.” He raises a brow, the man below him nodding again, “Yes- Please, Kento… So good.” Hiromi mumbles, already seeming out of breath, already teetering on the edge from how much teasing he had endured.

Nanami nods, sitting back up after one last kiss pressed to his lover’s cheek. He keeps hold of his leg, releasing his hand from his hip to wrap around his partner’s dick. He gets a half-groan half-whine in response, “Fuck- Ken- Kento please fucking move.” Hiromi hisses out, clenching his jaw and throwing his head back.

The blonde finally, finally obliges, slowly pulling his hips back before he pushes back in. Hard. It almost knocks the breath out of Hiromi, the way his partner sets the pace so quickly, but he would never complain.

With the immediate rough pace, and the hand of his partner matching said pace wrapped around his cock, he was already begging, reaching up for his hands, arms, anything, “K- Kento- Kento holy fuck… Please… Can I cum please, I can’t-” He whines and groans, grabbing onto his shoulder when the blonde leans over him, not slowing at all.

“Go ahead baby… Come on.” He mumbles, his voice even raspier than usual, as well as shakier, letting his partner know just how close he was, along with the quick breaths he could feel coming from him.

It doesn’t take Hiromi long at all. He shuts his eyes, head rolling back along with his eyes, jumbled words falling from his mouth, the only real words able to be comprehended were his partner’s name and, “Inside- Inside please Kento.” His vision was white as the blonde stroked him through his orgasm, his nails unconsciously scratching his partner’s back.

Nanami wasn’t far behind, letting go of his partner’s dick to grasp his fist tightly in the sheets beside his head, a shaky, quiet groaning his partner’s ear, followed by his own orgasm. He catches his breath, before slowly pulling out. He doesn’t lay down, but gets back between his partner’s legs, getting down to clean him up.

Higuruma had been relaxing, still catching his breath, despite not even being the one on top. He shoots straight up when he feels his partner’s tongue against his stomach. Grabbing his hair, he pulls his head up, “What- What’re you…” He mumbles, staring down at him with a hand still in his hair.

“What does it look like?” The blonde asks, pulling Hiromi’s hand away from his hair and going back down, cleaning up the mess he was responsible for,

The raven gives up, collapsing back on the bed with a shaky groan, “You’re gonna kill me, Kento…” He mumbles, groaning quietly to himself, “I’m gonna have a heart attack at 38.”

It doesn’t take Kento long, cleaning up his lover, listening to the whines of overstimulation when he takes his softening dick into his mouth ‘to clean it off’ for a little too long. He finishes by making his way further down between his legs, cleaning up the remnants of his cursed breeding kink.

After his own cleaning, Kento gets up to go to the bathroom down the hall, much to his boyfriend’s protest, who didn’t want him to leave his side. He returns with a warm damp washcloth, along with a bottle of water for the raven. Coming back in the room, he finds his partner comfortable leaning into the abundance of pillows behind him. Hands reach for him, to which the blonde gladly moves towards. He returns beside him in the bed, gently wiping his partner down beside him, his own body already having been cleaned off quickly in the bathroom.

Nanami hands Higuruma the bottle of water, “Drink. Then we have to take a shower while we wash the sheets, okay?” He gently runs the cloth across his skin. Hiromi nods, twisting the plastic cap off, “Okay. Thank you… I love you.” He says quietly, clearly tired, before he starts to sip on his drink, earning a kiss on his forehead from the blonde, “You don’t need to thank me, Hiro.”

After the quick wipe down and getting his partner rehydrated, Kento gets out of the bed, holding Hiromi’s hand while he gets out. He places a kiss on his cheek, “Do you want to pick out our clothes while I change the sheets?” He asks, patting on his ass gently as Hiromi nods and goes to do so.

Kento removes the sheets and blankets, taking them to the washer and dryer, starting the load after everything was stripped from the bed. He gets the fresh set, changing the sheets while Hiromi stood and watched, still stark naked with their fresh clothes in his arms. The blonde gets the bed ready for after their shower, finally taking his partner to finish cleaning up.

While Kento ischecking the temperature of the water for their shower, Hiromi runs his finger down his back, causing his partner to turn back, “What is it, babe?” He mumbles, looking down at him.

“You were bleeding. Did I really…” Hiromi mumbles, looking down to his fingers which did have some red in the nails, his face heating up to match the redness.

“Mmm…” The blonde hums, “That’s why my back hurts.” He chuckles and leans back to close the shower door before leaning down to kiss his partner’s lips.

Hiromi frowns, pecking his lips a few times before pulling away, “Now let me take care of you since I hurt you.”

“Hiromi… You didn’t hurt me. I do kind of like it.” He smiles, a rare smile from his partner looking down at him, “But I will let you take care of me if you insist.” He hums, opening the door to step into the shower.

After their shower and getting changed into the clothes Hiromi had picked out, Nanami’s set lacking underwear because, “The grey sweatpants.” says his partner, earning him an eye roll, they end up back in the bedroom, laying in the fresh sheets. Hiromi laying on his stomach, one leg over Nanami’s lap, his arm around his waist, he slots his cheek against his partner’s shoulder, nose pressed against his neck.

“How are we gonna deal with these?” He nudges his nose into one of the marks he had left on his neck, “Why did you let me do this?” He chuckles, nipping gently at his skin.

“I’m not going to lie and tell you I don’t like it. We’ll deal with that in the morning.” Kento replies with a small chuckle as well, running his hand soothingly up and down the raven’s back until he could feel his breathing slowing as he fell asleep. He layed awake for several minutes, gently tracing his partner’s spine, tilting his head to watch his sleeping face, his free hand coming up to trace a finger along the curve of his nose, “I love you too, Hiromi.” He whispers, placing a kiss on the bridge of his nose before laying back to finally fall asleep himself.

#higuruma hiromi #hiromi higuruma #higuruma #jjk higuruma #higunana #nanami kento #nanami #jjk nanami #kento nanami

[darklinsblog]

The Last Candle | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Caught up with work, The Lord of Dreams missed his son’s birthday, feeling guilty he decided to mend his mistake.

Pairing: Morpheus x Goddess! Reader

Request: Yes

Morpheus had been especially occupied with the whole thing of the vortex, the nightmares and dreams on the loose in the Waking World… you empathized with his distress but seeing as your son’s birthday was around the corner you thought you had nothing to worry about, since Morpheus would never miss his child’s birthday.

But to your surprise and your son’s disappointment, he did.

Arius was a god, and as such he aged very differently to humans, even when he was 160 years old, he still had the appearance of a boy not older than 6 years old. But this was a very important birthday, since it was the first one Arius would get to spend his father since his imprisonment.

When Morpheus left Arius was the equivalent to a two year old, it was much of a shock to him seeing his little boy standing beside you, having grown taller and with a lot more hair.

It was a complete torture seeing hours pass, everyone joined the celebration, even Abel and Cain were on their best behavior for the sake of the celebration. Everyone had beautiful gifts for the child and everyone seemed on edge as the King was nowhere to be found.

Your son was growing impatient as well, he asked constantly about where his father could be, it pained to not be able to give him an answer, nobody could. They all tried their best to distract Arius but he knew better and seeing the pain and sadness it was causing him as a mother, it was unbearable.

As the Goddess of Justice, it was completely outrageous and unfair to a child. Arius refused to blow out his candles because he wanted his father to be there when he did. But, as time passed, even the kid lost hope and reluctantly blew out his candles.

After everyone left, your sweet boy broke down in tears, he was physically unable to stop, he sobbed loudly as you embraced him, nuzzling his hair and holding back your own tears. The poor infant held onto you for dear life as you took him to bed.

You stayed with him until he basically was soothed by his crying, you reassured him his father loved him as he fell asleep and promised you would take care of everything.

When Arius was finally asleep you hurried to the veil of the Dreaming to meet your husband as soon as he appeared. As soon as he appeared, you could see his eyes filled with guilt, but you didn’t care as you slapped him across the face with all your anger and disappointment, leaving him a notorious red mark.

He took it as it came, because he knew he deserved it, and he deserved even worse than that, he waited for you to say something, anything, he expected you to curse the life out of him but the only thing you said was:

“I hope whatever you were taking care of was worth breaking your son’s heart”

Having said that, you turned your heel and walked away leaving Morpheus to stand there all alone.

He was able to see through your dreams the events of that night, it was a torture to see Arius cry so helplessly, he knew how important this birthday was to him, and he had allowed himself to be indulged in other activities, leaving his son on a secondary plane.

So, he was painfully reminded of his own absent father and his experiences as a child, he was scared to become just a faded figure in the back of Arius’ mind. His boy deserved better, he deserved the father Morpheus never had.

He had already spent a century away, not by choice, but he was denied the pleasure of spending a century with his son. Even if he aged slowly Arius would only remain a child for so long, time wouldn’t stop for him or anyone.

So, the next morning he woke up his son very early, his gorgeous eyes looking at him with immense joy.

“Go get ready, you and I have a lot to do today” he instructed his child, whom basically bounced out of his bed and got dressed quicker than it was humanly possible.

Morpheus held his son’s hand and together they went through a day in his father’s work. Arius’ looked at his father so proudly, he was utterly honored to accompany him in developing his duties.

You joined your husband and son at some point during the day, and Arius was more than happy to have both of his parents with him, just like he always dreamed about.

You three were enjoying the sundown on Fiddler’s Green, Morpheus had his arms around you, his beautiful wife, as Arius was walking around, with no true direction, staying close to his parents. Suddenly Morpheus was reminded of Jessamy, the raven that had given her life trying to set him free.

His eyes opened wide as Arius approached him, followed by a faded vision of Jessamy, Morpheus and you shared a puzzled look, when looking closely at the raven you could see she wasn’t a fabrication of Morpheus, as she was some sort of diffused and smokey vision.

When you looked at Arius his eyes were glowing a pale shade of purple and you both understood this was your son’s fabrication.

“Arius… you did this?” Morpheus asked, the kid softly nodded.

“I got it from your head, papa” his son could bring memories to life? By the look of your face, Morpheus knew you had no knowledge of this. The vision of Jessamy disappeared just as soon as she had appeared.

This was the first time Arius was manifesting his powers and the two of you were thrilled, your son ran to your arms and both you and Morpheus filled him with kisses and praises over how much control he seemed to have at such young age.

For the first time since Arius was born, Morpheus was part of a big event in his life, and in that moment everything felt right. As he finally experienced the joy of family.

The family you two decided to start, it was for this, for those precious little moments you only get to experience with your child.

He promised to never again be gone for those moments, and this time, he was true to his word.

#sandman imagine #the sandman comics #sandman netflix #dream of the endless #morpheus dream #sandman x reader #tom sturridge x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus sandman #tom sturridge #morpheus imagines #sandman x y/n #morpheus x reader #sandman shitpost #morpheus

[gabessquishytum]

Thinking about warprize Hob and all the orgasm-denial lately, and I thought I’d mix it up by going in the other direction ;)

I’m not sure what the occasion is, perhaps it’s some major celebration, or Hob has simply been such a wonderfully good boy lately. But Dream decides that for today, Hob gets to cum over and over again, with no need to hold himself back, by anyone’s hand. He starts the day by having Hob bounce on his cock on his throne in front of the court, as a reminder that only the king is allowed to actually fuck him, but after that he tenderly lays his pet on some pillows beside him and declares that Hob is available to everyone from now until the end of the day.

So for the rest of the day, courtiers come up to play with his clit and grope his tits—a few daring people put their fingers in, though they look to the king first to see if he disapproves (which he doesn’t)—only this time they are allowed to continue until he cums with increasing whines.

One particularly brave courtier even summons up the courage to ask Dream for permission to eat Hob out, which amuses and impresses Dream enough to say yes. Hob is at this point a dazed and overstimulated mess, but at the sudden new sensation of a tongue lapping at his pussy jerks him back to awareness and causes him to wail with pleasure.

At some point during the day Dream gathers Hob back up into his lap in order to do some idle fingering himself for an hour or so, not even paying attention to how many times Hob whimpers and twitches out an orgasm, but eventually he has to leave for a meeting and lays him back down for everyone else again.

It’s up in the air whether or not Dream fucks him one last time at the end of the day, coaxing him to cum one last time for his king, as the ever-present reminder to Hob and to everyone else just whose pet this is. Maybe instead Dream just sits Hob on his cock, cooing that he’d need not cum again today if he does not wish, Dream would be perfectly content to have his pet warm his cock until it was time to retire for the evening. But even exhausted and near delirious as Hob is, he is determined to be a good boy for his beloved king, so he slowly forces himself up and down Dream’s cock until he squeezes out one last orgasm. It hits him so hard that he finally passes out, leaving Dream to sweep him up into his arms and carry him off to bed for some much deserved pampering.

-🪽anon

Lucky Hob!! He must have a very good boy to get such a wonderful reward. He hasn't been allowed to cum more than once in a day for so long, and his body is so wound up and ready to go!

I love the image of him sprawled out on his special couch just being constantly toyed with by the passing courtiers. Dream’s friends and advisors have been crossing their fingers, hoping that they might get permission to play with Hob someday, and now they have the opportunity! They're all crowding around and making the absolute most of the time they have. Poor Hob is swarmed with people trying to make him cum while Dream observes and smiles placidly. Occasionally he orders Hob to drink some water but mostly he's content to watch his pet making mess after mess all over his velvet cushions.

Hob’s pussy is so loose from all the stimulation and orgasms that towards the end of the day, several courtiers manage to get a whole hand inside him! This, of course, makes poor Hob shiver and whimper and cum all over again, so that his fluids leak and drip onto the hard stone floor. He's never felt so loose and ruined, in an utter state of debauchery. His body is flushed red and he's wet all over from head to toe, his usually beautifully soft hair is damp and sweaty. His thighs are trembling so much he couldn't even think of standing up or walking.

But of course when he's in Dream’s arms again, he feels the stirrings of lust still alive in his body. He bounces and wiggles on Dream’s cock as best he can, and shows himself off one last time for the assembled crowd. He'll always have one left in him for his king, no matter what. His mouth hangs open and drool spills from his lips as he cums that one final time all over Dream’s cock. He is absolutely spent.

He's been a very good boy overall, and made his master so proud. Dream will have to think of yet another way to reward his pretty pet. Perhaps a cooling ointment on his swollen pussy would be a good place to start. And maybe a little kiss for his throbbing, twitching clit <3

#🪽anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[dadsbongos]

self-indulgent blurb of eddie meeting hopper

812 words Summary - you bring Eddie home to meet your adoptive father, Sheriff Jim Hopper. Warnings - none? it's just very short ~~~

Hopper likes Eddie. Sort of.

 He likes Eddie enough to ignore the “reports” of him being a Satanist and not really bothering with investigations on the poor boy for animal sacrifices. He knows that Eddie isn’t anything like what people say he is. Hell, the only thing Eddie’s ever actually been arrested for was vandalism and that was just to scare him onto the straight and narrow in middle school (it entirely backfired because the weirdo ended up begging to take the handcuffs home to show his friends, not that Jim said no). He thinks Eddie’s a nice guy - a massive idiot with a couple speeding tickets, definitely, but a good guy nonetheless.

Yes, Hopper likes Eddie enough to be civil with him. But enough to let his adopted daughter date the kid?

Hell no.

But he loves you and he wants you to be happy, so he sits at the table for dinner anyway. 

“You’ll like him,” you try. Earnest in a way that he hates to admit he finds endearing.

“He’s ten minutes late,” Hopper stares down at the table.

“He’s got a lot of things to take care of,” you don’t exactly mention the fact that those things are usually selling drugs, but the point stands.

“So many things that he can’t bother being here to meet his girlfriend’s dad?”

Even though he isn’t looking at you, he can feel the pointed stare you give - so he huffs and drops the snide tone. Just for your sake. 

“Promise me you’ll give him a chance,” you tilt your head, smiling slightly - optimistically - “Please.”

“Fine,” Hopper leans back in his seat, “Fine.”

There’s a knock at the door and you stand, “There’s the man of the hour. Now play nice.”

Hopper isn’t worried about you dating, or even Eleven dating, for that fact. It’s just that the people you two choose to date piss him off. 

And that is - to his surprise - challenged when Eddie walks through the door. He’s holding a wind-rustled, loose bouquet of flowers he clearly picked off the side of the road. But he holds them with all the care he would treat the finest roses to. It’s bizarrely sincere, in a way he usually doesn’t see from your suitors.

Eddie grins - big and stupid - with excited bambi eyes, holding out the lackluster flower clump, “I brought these for you.”

Hopper pushes back from his chair with a loud squeaky scratch and watches the way Eddie shakes under his cold-eyed gaze. It’s so very subtle. And he’s still trying to smile.

“Are you going to take the flowers?” you prod and Eddie extends his arm further, almost mechanically. 

Hopper does take the flowers, nods slowly to himself and only grins when his back is turned to the both of you.

Alright, maybe Eddie can have a chance. He hasn’t really met the kid anyway.

“Is that…?” Eddie’s eyes narrow at your father’s back, then his gaze turns to you, “Is that good?”

You look over at your dad, running a thumb over the petal of a daisy before he puts the bundle into a vase. He treats them kindly, with a tenderness you haven’t seen him give anything other than gifts and trinkets from you and Eleven. There’s the faintest hint of a smile and you reach down to squeeze Eddie’s hand before leading him to the dining table.

“That’s really good actually,” you kiss Eddie’s cheek and watch his skin light up red at the contact, “He might not even kill you.”

“Better than what I usually hear about sheriffs and dating their daughter,” he shrugs, turning his head to kiss your lips enthusiastically. The two of you are broken apart by the sound of your father loudly pulling his chair out from the table. Eddie jumps slightly and it’s so strange to see your boyfriend so tense, “She started it, sir.”

“Wow,” you glare at him lightheartedly.

“Don’t care who started it, I’m ending it,” Hopper crosses his arms, continuing to enjoy the way Eddie is clearly terrified of the association between Jim Hopper and guns, “And call me sheriff under my roof.”

“Dad,” you stare at him, gobsmacked, “enough.”

“Fine, you can call me sir.”

“I thought you said I was doing well,” Eddie whispers harshly in your ear.

But, of course, Eddie is Eddie and Eddie is a bad whisperer. Hopper definitely overhears, and he definitely has to use his glass to cover the way a grin comes to his lips.

“Believe it or not, this is relatively well for him,” you frown at the way he blanches, “Sorry you’re stuck with dating a cop’s daughter, baby.”

“Not stuck,” he’s trying to be quiet, but Hopper can still hear (and sure, maybe it gets him a few brownie points, what he says next), “I’m never stuck when I’m with you, sweetheart.”

Gross, though.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #st x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x hopper!reader #eddie.🍓

[beatificwrites]

Your Flaws (Klaus Mikaelson x gn!reader)

first vampire diaries fic! some love for the hyrid

word count: 2.2k

content: lil angst, mentions of blood and violence, the originals S3 spoilers, sad boy klaus

summary: after almost losing your life, you confess and show this man that even tho he’s not as loved by others, you’ll always love him

With the ongoing war between the sire lines and Aurora on the loose, your life was in danger as it was being threatened almost every day by the redhead. She had attempted to end your life on multiple occasions but without success due to having Hayley as your bodyguard because of Klaus’ orders.

You and Klaus had known each other for a while now, you weren’t dating or anything, just friends.

At first, you were unknowingly compelled to write his “memoir” but that slowly turned into a poor excuse for a therapist.

Through your talks, which were just him venting about his chaotic siblings and occasionally his upbringing, he began to trust you and felt as if you were the only person who understood him for who he truly was.

You eventually found out about the compulsion and how he was making you forget your conversations as soon as you left the compound.

Nevertheless, you chose to stay and to continue listen to him. You were mad and confused at first but with time you understood why he needed you.

You were the only person who for some odd reason, accepted him. Of course, you weren’t blind or anything, he did awful things, straight up evil acts but that didn’t mean his behavior couldn’t be changed.

You saw in him what others didn’t, not even his brother Elijah. You saw the hidden potential and truly believed you could stir him in a positive direction, for his daughter’s sake and her future. He just needed help getting there and his loved ones by his side.

You were slow to realize it but you had fallen madly in love with the world’s most feared creature. You tried so hard to deny it, tried so hard to push those feelings away in fear of getting involved. In fear of getting caught in the middle of some vampire fight and ending up another innocent human being who fell victim.

However, your fate was inevitable; Aurora coming for you was bound to happen some way or another.

As you grabbed your bag and flipped the ‘open’ sign backwards to say ‘closed’, Hayley appeared with a smile on her face.

“Ready for another walk home, your majesty?” she teased.

“Oh, shut up. You don’t have to do this, you know?” you said as you two began to walk away from your shop.

“I hate taking orders from Klaus but he’s right, you’re defenseless against that Aurora chick.”

“Ugh, why am I even a target? Him and I aren’t even together.” you groaned, secretly wishing you were his.

On second thought, you remembered you had accidentally left your notebook at the Mikaelson home and desperately needed it back.

“Hey, instead of taking me home, can we go over to the compound? I left a notebook; I need it for tomorrow.” You stopped in your steps.

Hayley stopped too and replied, “Well, I can just get for you in the morning.”

“No, I want it now.” you quickly said.

“Alright, fine let’s make this quick.”

From there, you two walked from the town square to the Mikaelson home as you hoped your notebook with all your important info wasn’t taken.

You arrived in front the stone walls and as you were about to walk in, you suddenly heard Hayley begin to yell in what seemed like extreme pain.

You whip around confused and yelp as you feel the wind knocked out of you. You fall harshly onto the pavement.

You manage to see Aurora’s fiery red hair and her figure with some witch standing beside Hayley, holding her hand up into a fist, ensorcelling her with whatever enchantment she was shouting.

Hayley held her head as it throbbed with pain and tried to get up and fight but to no avail.

“I see Niklaus has lowered himself and his standards in the past few centuries after leaving me,” the redhead muttered.

“This shall be my small Christmas gift to him!” she exclaimed as she abruptly yanked you up from the ground, threw you up against the wall and ruthlessly drank out of your smooth neck.

You screamed as you felt her sharp teeth sink and tear into your flesh. You gripped onto her shoulders, attempting to push her off with the only strength you had left.

You attempts failed to work and yet you felt determined to keep on trying.

No matter how many times you kicked and punched, Aurora was ultimately stronger and within a few minutes you fell onto the ground again, this time completely unconscious.

With a brisk snap of a finger, the witch put Hayley to sleep and Aurora wiped the corners of her mouth that were stained with blood.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here before anyone comes around. I want him to have the surprise,” she took out her small compact mirror to admire herself.

“Oh, and take the wolf girl. She absolutely reeks but I’m sure brother wouldn’t mind showing this one who’s boss.” Aurora ordered as she checked herself once again.

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Klaus had found you outside the compound, lying in a pool of your own blood, body almost lifeless. He instantly dropped to his knees and shouted in agony as he held you, smearing the red matter on himself.

He cried in silence and tightened his grip. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you and now he had to. All because of the damn Strix and Aurora. He wouldn’t give her the luxury of breathing another second.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this, he thought.

He had never felt this much anguish for anyone but his siblings. You meant so much more to him than he let on. He fell for you and didn’t need you to know, for all he knew he was a dangerous being and you deserved someone better; a man unlike himself.

He also found it hard to believe you would ever reciprocate his feelings. It was quite unlike him to feel that way, usually he prided himself in knowing all kinds of people fall at their feet for him. But once he met you, his charms never seemed to work. He learned to respect you and consider you off limits soon as he fell for you.

You woke up gasping violently out of nowhere. You looked everywhere in confusion.

As he felt what he thought was your corpse, move, he remained still as he let the relief wash over him but now it was his turn to be confused.

He wondered how you survived and who’s blood was in your system if not his? He hadn’t healed you recently.

“What the hell happened?! No, how the hell am I still here?!” you questioned, trying to make some sense of the situation.

“What do you remember?” he demanded.

“Aurora and some witch took us down right before I could come in,” you spoke rapidly, the memories all flowing back.

“I obviously didn’t have the strength to put up with her.” you sighed.

He looked at your neck and noticed the bite had begun to heal.

“You’re healing. You’re in transition now.” he picked you up abruptly and took you to his room before you could say anything else.

As he gently placed you on the soft sheets, he began to question you.

“What do you remember from earlier today? Anything unusual?” he sat on the bed in front of you.

You tried to think, tried to think about what had happened before you closed up tonight. Then, you felt the memories appear left and right, you could vividly recall everything that happened. You suppose it was wiped before.

“Today, I had an accident in the back of the shop and cut myself on a few shards of glass,” you closed your eyes as you pictured it.

“The..the new guy! Chris! He heard me yell and came to see what was going on. He noticed the blood and saw the mess then told me to calm down before practically shoving his arm in my mouth and telling me to drink.” you finished, still in shock.

“Chris saved your life today.” Klaus said as he looked at you.

“So, that’s how you become a vampire? You have to get hurt and drink blood?” you asked.

“You must die with vampire blood in your system in order to turn. Getting hurt is not a necessary step.” he explained.

“Am I like you now? Do I get the cool speed too?” you giggled.

Klaus’ eyes widened and he smiled in surprise before saying, “Is that what you want? If so, you won’t be exactly like me, love.”

“Right, minus the whole original thing, I’m immortal now.” you nodded, accepting your new fate.

You weren’t opposed to vampirism, just didn’t want to get involved with the petty fights. Your new strengths seemed pretty cool to you too.

“Not proud to admit but you had me quite worried back there.” he confessed as he looked down.

“Wow. The Klaus Mikaelson confesses to feeling fear!” you joked.

He briefly chuckled before meeting your eye again, “I’m being serious. I don’t think I could stand to lose you like that.”

You smiled warmly at him for caring for you. You appreciated how he looked after you. You could tell he probably felt something for you too but was unwilling to say. You noticed the lingering stares and the way he was so protective over you even though he knew you could handle yourself.

“Soon you’ll start to feel a massive hunger and you won’t be able to fight it for long,” he started.

“I’ll find some lowlife for you to feed on.” he said nonchalantly.

“Bold of you to assume I want to eat someone. I thought vampires could survive on just blood bags?”

“When you first turn, in order to complete the transition, you must feed on a person or else you die.” he explained further.

You huffed in disbelief. Okay, you were definitely opposed to the feeding on people part of vampirism, however your life is on the line and if you don’t do anything then this second shot at life you’ve gotten would have been for nothing.

“I hate this..but I’ll do it.” you released a sigh.

When you realized this was the perfect opportunity to say what you so badly wanted to say, you felt this sudden rush of confidence. You let the intrusive thought be carried out.

“I’ll do it for you, Klaus. Well, I live for myself, but I want to live for somebody else for once too.” you admitted as you met his eyes.

Surprised when the expected smug smile didn’t show, you began to get nervous. Oh no, maybe you made the wrong move. Maybe you misread, maybe he’s not into you at all. At least, not in the way you thought he was.

“Fuck it, I already started so I’m finishing this. I’m in love with you, okay? I couldn’t help myself.” you confessed.

He looked at you in shock for a moment, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You are the light in my darkness, and I’ll always be drawn to you. But a person such as yourself does not deserve a bastard like me.”

Your brows furrowed and you sprung up from where you were laying down and looked at his face more closely.

“Well, I think otherwise. I see past the guy who thinks he doesn’t deserve me because I love him regardless.” you cupped his cheek.

This was so unlike him. He was supposed to be bragging about how he could take you all over the world and buy you the finest things even though you never cared about any of that.

He brought his hand up to hold yours and whispered, “You are worth so much more, love.”

“I know you’ve never really had a happy ending. Never had a stable relationship. And because the world perceives you as a monster, you think you’re not worthy of being loved but trust me Klaus, you are so incredibly wrong.” you assured him, your other hand holding his.

“Do you not see me as a good for nothing? Do you not see what my father hated so much about me?!” he questioned exasperatingly.

“You’re not useless, Klaus. You’ve done bad but you’ve done good too. In the end, you care for your loved ones and you're the one saving their asses. You’ve saved me more times than I can count!” you told him.

He remained silent before you began to beg, “Please just believe me. Does what I have to think not mean a lot?” you looked at him for an answer.

He hesitated before finally saying, “It’s difficult for me but I’ll try. I’m going to trust your words,” he said your name. You loved how it rolled off his tongue.

With that you removed your hand from his cheek and gave him a shy peck. You were unsure if a full first kiss would be fit for a moment like this so you waited to see what he would do.

Klaus being Klaus leaned in until he was inches away from your face. He admired you for a few seconds, thinking carefully about all you had said. His heart melted knowing your words had to be sincere, but he was ashamed of letting you know that.

You watched his eyes and what his intentions were, trying to read him. He pushed his lush lips against yours and it felt as if time itself had stopped to preserve this moment.

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Ayana woke up first, content sitting up in bed for a while whilst she pulled herself together before being followed shortly by a half asleep Seokjin.

“Morning pretty lady,” he mumbled, his voice deep with sleep, greeting her with a lob sided grin.

Ayana smiled softly at her fiancé, running a a hand through a stray strand of hair which covered his rich brown eyes.

Like always, Ayana felt her breath being taken from her as she looked at the man laid next to her. She still didn’t understand how she got so lucky.

Of course Seokjin would think the same thing. Infact it was something he wondered on the daily. Everytime he looked at his childhood sweetheart it felt like a fever dream. His entire world revolved around her. He was completely and utterly devoted to this women, and he couldn’t wait to marry her.

He just had to wait fifty more mornings.

Fifty mornings to some people may not seem that long. (Something months exactly.) but to Seokjin it felt like an eternity.

He watched with a longing eye as Ayana took herself into their bathroom, before later coming out with a freshly washed face, her hair tied back into a loose ponytail.

He sighed contently, staring at her with awe and hazy eyes, a subconscious smile melted on his face.

“I’m going to get started on breakfast,” Ayana leaned down to press a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I’ll check on the boys whilst I’m up too.”

Seokjin nodded, taking a hand to his head as he stretched his arm under the pillow. Groaning in satisfaction as he did so. “I’ll be down soon.”

Ayana felt awkward peeking into the hybrids rooms. She didn’t want to frighten them or disrespect their privacy, but she wanted to see that they were okay. She knocked on Jungkook’s door softly, hoping not to startle him awake, if he was still sleeping that is. When she got no answer she slowly pushed the door open.

A wave of panic ran through her as she saw the empty bed. Laid out exactly as she did it last night. Grabbing her arm in an attempt to sooth the rising anxiety that began to filter through her veins she quickly made her way towards Jimin’s room, where she expected exactly the same situation. A clean, made bed with no sleeping hybrid.

But just incase, like she did with Jungkook’s door she knocked softly waiting for a mumble, a humm. Anything.

But still there was nothing.

She pushed open the door, expecting the same as before. But yet this sight was different.

Unlike Jungkook’s made bed, these sheets were crinkled into a small nest, a scent which was so subtle, Ayana couldn’t make out infested the room.

It was a sweet scent, a calming sent of lavender was all she was reminded of.

And upon that next was two sleeping hybrids.

There was the missing Jungkook, cradling a sleeping Jimin who was nuzzled into the younger ones neck.

A chorus of tiny snores echoed the room.

The sight was so sweet, Ayana couldn’t help but stand there and adore the sight. She could feel the radiation of the boys love for one another shoot straight through her.

But still it felt bittersweet.

Her mind brought her back to last night where she was reminded of the horrific attack the two boys had to endure.

Seoul was constantly busy. Jungkook and Jimin were bound to have been ignored by people walking past.

Some probably sneering as they did.

Snapping out of the small trance she felt from walking in the room she quickly shook herself out of it, deciding not to wake the two sleeping hybrids, taking herself outside their newly made nest, quietly closing the door behind her.

“Everything okay?” She heard her fiancé’s concerned voice speak softly from behind her. Ayana was startled slightly, turning to face him with a hand on her heart.

“You scared me.” She chuckled, patting his chest gently. “I was a little scared when I saw Jungkook wasn’t in his room,” she nodded her head towards the door closest to her. “Turns out he’s in there with Jimin.”

“Poor kid was probably terrified,” Jin chewed on the bottom of his lip in thought, before locking his gaze back on Ayana as she nodded.

'Mhm, he’s safe here.” She hummed to herself, brushing herself past Jin, treating him to a gentle kiss on his shoulder as she did so.

Jin stared at Jimin's closed door, lots of random thoughts running through his head.

Of course he wanted the two hybrids to be safe, to be off the streets. But he wasn't sure how he felt about leaving them alone with Ayana. Hell they only met each other yesterday, and now he has to trust they wont attack his fiance out of fear and misunderstandings.

Honestly he felt guil;ty having those thoughts, yes he hadn't known them very long, scratch that. He doesn't know them at all. Seokjin always prided himself on treating everybody as equals, despite their age, race, weight, gender - and that included hybrids. But now he was actually in a situation which affected someone he loves very much, everything is different.

Deciding on letting them sleep, Seokjin made his way downstairs, following Ayana's floral scent of the perfume into the kitchen where he was overtaken by the smell of dalgona coffee and steaming egg rolls.

'the boys need to get their strength back, so I thought a nice protein breakfast and a little pick me up drink would do them good,' she smiled at Jin who leaned down to give her a small peck on the lips.

he nodded, taking his finger to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, admiring her in a state of awe.

'Yana, I'm a little nervous to go to work today,' he spoke in a hushed tone, snaking his arms around her waist.

The girl hummed, enticing him to continue as she wrapped her own arms around his neck, leaning into his embrace as he gave a gentle sigh.

'I know from what we've seen of the boys so far they're sweet and gentle, a little shy yes,' Ayana's eyes narrowed in confusion as she tried to guess where this conversation was going.

'we've seen all the news articles about the uh,' he lowered his voice just in case. It was always his luck to get into bad situations accidentally. 'Of those hybrid attacks.'

Ayana's eyes narrowed, 'Jin you can't be serious.'

Jin recoiled his head back in disbelief, 'Yana, you've got to know where I'm coming from. I mean we've only known them since-' he stopped himself, 'we've only known them a day!'

'and from what we've seen they haven't done anything wrong!' She defended them, much to Seokjin's disbelief. He genuinely thought she'd understand where he was coming from with this.

'Not yet no, but how am I meant to leave for work knowing anything could happen to you at any point! And I'm not there to take care of you!' he threw his hands up in irritation.

'Jinnie, seriously i'll be alright. If I have any problems I'll ring you okay?'

The sound of shuffling from upstairs distracted the pair, ands they thought better to keep having this conversation when the topic were coming downstairs.

Ayana smiled over Seokjin's shoulder at Jimin, Jungkook following quickly behind him, one hands clung onto Jimin's shirt. 'morning,' she chirped with a bright grin, as Jimin returned a small smile. 'I made you guys some food to wake yourselves up,' she gestured to the table where the still steaming eggrolls were all plated up, surrounding a bowl of rice for the pair to share.

'Thankyou mis-' he stopped himself as he saw Ayana's smile fade slightly at the formality. 'Thankyou Ayana,' his eyes bright and tail swishing as he noticed the smile reappear on her lips.

She has such pretty lips, he thought, following her into the kitchen making sure to bring a hungry Junkook with him.

'Well I should be going to work now,' Jin quickly finished up the eggroll he was eating before kissing the top of his fiance's head. 'If you need anything call me,' he looked between all three of them before stopping his glance on Ayana. 'And I mean anything.'

Ayana nodded, walking Jin to the front door where she left him with a longing kiss on the lips, wrapping her pinky finger around his, as he did the same. 'I promise i'll be okay.' she whispered.

But unbeknownst to Ayana and Seokjin, across the room Jimin and Jungkook picked up a scent. One that wasn't their newly found humans. But instead a very familiar scent.

Junkook looked over towards Jimin, his heart in his throat and his foot thumping the ground in excitement. Jimin was already looking around frantically searching for the owner of the scent, in hope it wasn't some cruel trick someone is playing on them.

That was until his eyes got caught on another hybrid lurking outside in the garden.

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