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mochinek0 · 3 months

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In Sickness and in Health

"Damian, I need you to work with the new student on this project." his history teacher stated.

"What new student?" the young Wayne questioned.

'There's no one new here. Has he finally lost it?'

"Stay after class, please." they replied.

Damian simply nodded.

'At least if the new person is all in his head, I can work by myself.'

"The new student isn't here today as she's sick. They're also a transfer student." The teacher spoke, "Here is her address."

"You want me to go there and become ill?" Damian speculated.

"Not at all, Mr. Wayne. All I am asking is that you, at least, speak to her about the project." the teacher sighed, "She'll know better than anyone how long she'll be absent. Get her to write a note saying, I don't know, she gives you full control on the project or something. I'll deal with it from there."

"I can do that." Damian accepted.

'At least I can still work by myself.'

Damian looked down at the address in his hand an then back at the seamstress shop. Confused, the young Wayne entered the store and looked around for someone his own age.

"Can I help you?" asked an elderly lady.

"I was given this address for a classmate of mine." Damian explained, "I believe they mixed it up. Excuse me."

"Are you looking for Marinette?" they questioned.

'Marinette? Is that her name? Not American; he did mention they were a transfer student.'

"Yes." he answered, still unsure.

"Go through the blue curtain in the far back." the lady smiled, "There's a set of stairs that will take you to the apartment above the store."

Damian nodded and went to the back of the store. There was blue cloth hung up on a shower rod that parted slightly.

'A door would be better suited.'

Damian walked up the stairs to the second story and found single door. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. The door opened and he was shocked. There in the doorway was a girl with blue hair, up to his chest. She was wearing what seemed to be pajamas, had a blanket draped over her shoulders, a face mask, and a cooling cloth attached to her forehead.

'She is obviously seriously ill. How did she open the door? Why didn’t anyone else open it for her?'

"Who are you?" she questioned, hoarsely.

"Damian Wayne." he declared, "I was told to talk to you about a history project for school."

She moved away from the door and went stright to the kitchen.

"Sit anywhere you want. I haven't sat in the living room in three days. I'd offer you a beverage, but I don't want to get you sick and asking you to get it yourself, seems rude." the girl spoke.

'Polite; unexpected.'

"What are you doing?" Damian questioned, as he watched her stir a pot.

"Making soup for the week." Marinette answered.

"So, I should not expect you to return this week." he suggested.

"I usually eat soup when I'm sick and for the following days, to keep my immune system cleansed." she explained, "So, history? Leave me the details and I'll work on it."

"Mr. Hayes suggested you could write a note putting me in charge." Damian spoke.

"I can work, Damian." Mari remarked, "I don't need you coddling me because I'm sick."

'Coddle! I-The last thing I would do is….coddle her!'

Damian snapped, "I am giving you a way out! Get your rest and I will do it completely!"

"I'm on bedrest and as you can see, I'm functional." she growled back.

Marinette began to cough heavidly, enough to make her grip the kitchen counter. Damian watched as her breaths became labored, as if she had trouble inhaling.

'She calls this functional?'

Marinette grabbed a mug and poured hot water from a near by kettle. Damian watched as she spooned a small amount of tea leaves into a container and place it in the mug.

'Peppermint? She should try lemon, ginger, something citrus.'

"When are your parents getting back?" Damian asked, not moving from the doorway.

"I'm emancipated." she smiled.

'She's by herself?'

Damian looked around and noticed a small table with one chair. The living room had enough to seat up to three guests. There was also one door to the left, behind the living room.

"Leave the form and an email or something so I can send you my portion." Marinette called out, "If you don't like it, I can work in my room and you can work from out here."

Damian took out a pen and quickly wrote down his email at the top of the paper.

"I'll be back, tomorrow." he stated, leaving the apartment.

'Why is she so stubborn? She needs to rest. The simplest solution would be for her to rest this week while I work alone. What is she trying to accomplish?'

The moment she opened the door, Damian stared at Marinette annoyed. She had showed recently, but her hair was still wet. At the very least, she was wearing different clothes.

He scowled, "Where is the bathroom?"

"Oh, in my room, on your left." Marinette pointed out.

'Guess he really needed to go.'

Damian came back with a towel and threw it over her head, without notice. He quickly began to rub her head to get the moisture out.

"You're going to get worse with you hair looking like a wet mop." Damian stated, "Dry it completely."

Marinette remained silent and still. Damian stopped his movements.

"Marinette?" he asked, moving to face her.

'Shit!'

Marinette's eyes were wide and she was practially hyperventilating. She was clenching and unclenching her hands.

'She does not handle physical contact well. Is she going to be okay at school?'

Damian kneeled in front of her and showed his hands were raised in front of him.

"My apologies." Damian whispered, "I didn't mean to startle you."

Damian reached out and dragged his bag, next to the couch. He pulled out a small cylinder.

"I brought you some tea leaves. Citrus help you recover from illness." he began, "I don't believe peppermint will work." as he handed her the container.

Marinette took it and looked at it. She opened it and sniffed the tea leaves. There was lemon, cinnamon, ginger, and cloves. There was some other stuff she couldn't make out.

"You......made this?" Marinette questioned.

'Why would he give this to me?'

Damian remained silent, but nodded. He didn't think she would noticed he took his time to make her something.

"I make my own teas." he replied.

Mari smiled, "Thank you."

Damian watched as her expression softened. She got up from her seat, letting the towel fall from her head, and quickly began to get things ready to brew the tea. Once it was finished brewing, she took a sip.

"It’s delicious, Damian!" Mari smiled, happily, "Maybe I should go to you for all of my teas."

Before he could respond, Marinette took her tea and went into her room. Damian picked up his things and saw she had gotten comfortable in her bed with her laptop on a tray.

"Were we not working over there?" he questioned.

"I don't want to get you sick." Marinette replied, "Besides, there's only one chair. I'll just email you-"

Damian left the room and returned with the chair from her kitchen table.

"I don't get sick, easily." Damian declared, setting the chair down a few feet from her bed, "h quicker we finish this, the more you can rest."

Marinette worked silently, sipping on the tea Damian had brought her. After an hour, Damian packed up his thing, declaring he'd return the next day.

This time, when Marinette opened the door, he could tell she was moving much more sluggish.

'She got worse! She's pushing herself for me. Damn her stubbornness!'

Damian quickly picked her up in his arms.

"You're-" she began.

"If I get sick, I will blame you later." Damian claimed.

"Sorry." Mari whispered.

Damian placed her back in her bed. He quickly rushed to the bathroom in search of a first aid kit or at least, a thermometer. Once he found it, he brought it back and held it out. Mairnette looked at it, in dissapointment.

"Use it." he demanded.

Marinette shoved it in her mouth and waited. The quick beeping notified them both something was wrong. Mari took it out of her mouth n tried to hide it. Damian was able to grab it with ease.

'102.5'

"I'm fine." Marinette declared.

"You are far from fine." Damian stated.

Damian took the thermometer to the bathroom and washed it, as well as his hands. When he returned, he found Marinette fast asleep. He found a cooling pad near by and placed it on her head. Damian remember a small cloth by the sink and wet it. He quickly cooled off her arms, her neck, and her legs, before covering her up. Damian took out a sticky note and wrote down his number.

Marinette woke up to the room being dark.

"Damian?" she called out.

She grabbed her phone and saw it was close to two in the morning. She set her phone down and felt a paper.

'Sticky note?'

She turned on the flashlight on her phone and looked at the note: Call me if you worsen-Damian.

'Aw. He's really sweet. I feel so bad for falling asleep on him.'

Marinette stood up and made her way to the bathroom. She grabbed the thermometer from the medicine cabinet and took her temperature. It read 99.2; it was the best it had been all week. She washed the thermometer and took some medicine. After, she made more of Damian's tea.

'Gonna need it.'

Damian arrived back from patrol to find an email from Mari.

'I thought I told her to call me if she got worse, not email me!'

He opened it in a panic and found it was her completed work for the assignment. Damian looked at the time. It was now three in the morning and she had sent it thirty minutes ago. He grabbed his phone and opened his contacts. Then, he froze.

'I don’t have her number! Fuck!'

Damian went over the next day and was surprised to see her more active. Marinette had answered the door happily and was dressed in white tank top, pink shorts, and slippers. She wasn't even using a blanket to keep herself warm.

"Damian!" She smiled, "Hey, did you get my email?"

"I did." he answered.

"Is everything okay?" Mari asked, "I didn't think I'd see you today."

"Why did you send it so late or early, I should say." Damain questioned.

"It was when I woke up." Marinette answered, "I'm sorry for falling asleep on you. I decided it was best to work on it, while I had a clear head. I'm feeling a lot better, so I should be able to see you at school tomorrow. I'm sure it was all thanks to your tea."

Damian nodded and held out his phone for her to grab. Marinette looked at it confused, but took it.

"I planned on yelling at you, for being up so late, but I didn't have you number." the young Wayne stated.

Marinette giggled, "And I should give it to you, why?"

Damian remained silent. He didn't think she would refuse to give her number to him.

"In case we are paired up again." he quickly spoke.

Mari added her contact information and handed it back.

"Sick Girl?" he questioned.

"So you know it's me." Mari answered.

He hated how right she was. It was likely that if she had entered her name, he would have forgotten it in a week and deleted it.

"Do you want to come in or was that all?" she asked.

"That was all." he said and quickly left.

Marinette closed the door an giggled.

'He's like a stray cat that came to say hi.'

Damian sat in class and kept his eyes on the door. Marinette hadn't walked in, yet, and it was almost time for the bell to ring.

'Is she still sick? Did her fever come back? I should have called her this morning to make sure she was feeling fine.'

The bell rang breaking him from his thoughts and then, she rushed in.

'Marinette.'

"Late." their teacher declared, "I will forgive you, this time, since you have been sick, Miss Duapin-Cheng."

Marinette nodded her head. It was finally time for history class and it was so different to see her in uniform. Damian could admit he more use to seeing her in pajamas or shorts, with her blanket curled around her. He was even use to her falling asleep, but some how the uniform felt less personal. He hated it. Damian watched carefully over Marinette. He had to make sure she was completely better. Her damn stubbornness left him worried about her pretending to feel better for his sake. Then, he saw it; the tense smile on her face. She was surrounded by their peers. It reminded him of the smiles his brothers' gave at parties. Damian walked over and grabbed her wrist.

"We need to talk about the project since you have been absent." he declared.

"Oh, okay." Marinette answered, as he pulled her away from everyone else.

"He could have been nicer."

"It's Wayne. When is he ever nice?"

"Lucky bitch."

"I can’t believe she was his partner."

"He probably did it himself, already."

"Yeah. He's just gonna give her a copy and put her name on it."

"I can’t believe he touched her."

"True."

"Better than him yelling at us to move or scram, again."

Marinette frowned as she heard what they said about Damian. That wasn't the Damian she knew.

"Thank you." Marinette whispered, once they were far enough.

Damian looked at her questioningly.

"For rescuing me." she answered.

"You appeared uncomfortable." the young Wayne spoke, " I was uncertain how you would react if one of them touched you. I understand if I made you uncomfortable, as well. My apologies for forcing you. Next time, tell them to leave."

"I'm not good at dealing with people; not anymore." Mari declared, "Besides, they should forget about me soon. I'm still 'new' in their eyes. I'm not trying to gain anything by talking to them. I don’t want to get to know them."

"I thought you weren't coming." Damian spoke, changing the subject.

"Huh?" she asked, confused, "I told you I was coming today."

"You were late." he growled.

"Oh." Marinette winced, "Uh….I have a feeling I will be in detention a lot."

Damian stopped and turned to her, waiting for an explanation.

"I have always been late to school, even when it was across from my house." she stated.

Damian sighed, "I'll pick you up in the mornings."

"No!" she cried out.

"Why?" he demanded, "Is that an issue? I have been to your place before, have I not?"

"I'm not a morning person." Mari replied, looking down.

He sighed again, "My brother isn't either, unless he has had coffee. I can bring you some." making a mental note to steal Tim's coffee in the morning from now on.

"Really?" Mari questioned, perking up.

"You better, at least, be dressed." Damian retorted.

"Pajamas count as being dressed, right?" she squeaked.

Damian glared at her, "Why would you still be in pajamas?"

"I'm not a morning person!" Marinette glared back, "I work late and-"

"The shop keeps you that busy?" he questioned.

"Oh." Marinette spoke, "No. I help in the shop sometimes, but that's not my job. I do commissions. She asks me to help some times, but she's going to let me use the sewing machine for free until I can buy one."

"How….long do your commissions take?" he sighed.

"Depends who it's for. If it's for my uncle, I tend to work three weeks straight. It also depends on the pay and timeline. If he called me right now and asked for something in six months, I wouldn't worry unless things began to pile up. It could also be one of my aunties."

'What the fuck is with her family? No wonder why she is emancipated! I can't believe they would work her that hard.'

"You're moving into the manor." Damian declared, "I'll even get you a new sewing machine."

"I am not!" she cried out, "I barely know you! All I know is you name and you make tea!"

"At this rate, I'll have to get you dressed and drag you to school!" Damian cried back.

"Who the fuck made you my babysitter?" Marinette shouted.

"Someone should be." he huffed, "You obviously need someone to take care of you. I don’t see why it shouldn't be me!"

Marinette squeaked and turned red. Realizing what he said, so did Damian.

The teacher watched as Damian took Marinette aside to talk. He was well aware that their assignment had been turned in three days ago. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was the closest he had ever seen Damian be comfortable around anyone. He also was aware of Marinette's past school and being bullied.

'I knew getting them to talk would be a good thing.'

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smallpumpkinboi · 2 years

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My tiktok of my calamity Anne art got so much hate I hade to delete my account cause people where being such clowns

Like if you're not a fan then just scroll away there's no need to he such a dick about it

#i have been drawing her with straight hair for nearly 3 years and never once got any hate #loads of people also thought she had straight hair and theres loads of fanart of anne with striaght hair #i just think that if a creator has to confirm if a character has curly hair they did a bad job on portrating it #nevermind having stright hair does not erase her thai identity #im just so upset cause i was so proud of that piece and now i hate it #it used to be my confort show and i dont want to watch it anymore

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sparrow00 · 3 months

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Huskerdusk NFSW thoughts of mine: they will be e m o t i o n a l

Also I’m making them age compatable too

Something something husk and alastor’s first time as a form of angel healing from his trauma and feeling loved. Just the two of them and angel at first acting very performative like he’s been taught in the studio putting on a show but husk showing him he doesn’t need too, showing him what real love is like

Real intimacy starting with husk giving angel a bath and treating him real gently, washing his hair and taking care of him and angel doing the same thing back (soggy wet cat moment from husk) both of them ensnared by the moment loving each other knowing that they’ve both been through shit. It might be messy, angel will take a long to accept the love. They will fight and hurt each other without ever intending too initially. It would break him down inside as fear overtook and he instinctiy rejected the affection but husk could help him, trying over and over and gradually building up genuine trust

Or another situation where they are cuddling and making out or even just taking a shower together and angel instinctively starts performing and acting for husk but husk rejects it. Angel doesn’t have to do these things husk just wants to be close to him and he breaks down as they hold each other in the shower angel crying as the water pours over both of them drowning out all outside sounds. (More soggy wet cat moment from husk too XD) eg angel thinks he owes or has to give sex to husk and doesn’t consider his own boundaries maybe even not considering husks in some scenarios, despite this they try again and again, angel learning to listen to his compass again and learn what he wants. I also think as he and husk grow a deeper bond he would stop over stepping boundaries as much

I think husk would make angel wait and wouldn’t want to rush stright into sex. They’d be intimate and angel would try and perform excatly like the audience would want it. Not even thinking about his own pleasure he probally doesn’t even know his like and dislikes because his boundaries have been violated by Valentino. He’s start by saying something like ‘so what are you up for sugar, ropes, chains ect’ and husk would pause and lovingly hold Anthony’s jaw in his paw and say ‘nah you’re up, free choice’. He’s give him the freedom he was lacking and hey maybe Anthony could even start to have fun with sex again. Husk would be sure to be very fucking romantic and intimate (in a sensual but not focused sexual way) and also this healing stuff isn’t one sided husk struggles with his body image too (canon he doesn’t like his hell form)

So angel would help with this and with husks deeper issues

Angel would cook husk some decent fuckin food too bc aporently husk only eats ‘shitty bar food’ I’ve been brushing up on the wiki haha and one of angels likes is Italian food and seeing as husk speaks Italian he might dig it haha. Might even suprise angel with his hidden polyglotism. As in angel would cook em Italian for a date

The two of em bonding over hating parts of their hell forms, for angel it’s aporently his feet and for husk it’s his cat-like features and general form. Or even if angel couldn’t help him accept it he could help him change it: hair dye and stuff.

DUDE THESE TEO R GIVING ME BRAIN WORMS WOULD ANYONE READ A FIC IF I WROTE ONE?

BRO I LOVE THESE GUYS

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #husk #angel x husk #fanfic?#ever since I saw the ep with poison this has been rotating in my brain

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void-hoodie · 4 months

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OKAY! bear with me on this ramble

Also idk if anyone done it before BUT this is my observation

SO after reading this fic for at least ten times I've come to a realization about trolls' hair and i'm surprised it's not used often!!

so we all know all troll species have hair and they all use it for different purposes if not for the same thing. and theres not one troll type that doesn't possess hair EVEN the techno trolls.

it's literally a vital part of them, specifically for pop trolls!. they use it to carry their eggs and their young. it can change color, shap, length. they can stretch it, climb, grap and literally EVERYTHING.

their hair its particularly their other limp! and i haven't watch the shows fully but in the few episodes i watched they treat their injured hair like a broken arm or leg and even feel pain from it!

which got me thinking whats cutting hair is like to a troll? and when i read that fic that i linked i came to a conclusion/headcanon that cutting a troll's is similar to declawing a cat!

because if they can feel immense pain from similar to a broken body part then cutting it is the same as declawing just without the surgical process which would leave a troll in an unimaginable pain and to spice things up it could also bleed .

and the most affected by this this would be pop trolls because the environment they live in requires for their hair for survival, camouflage and swinging from tree to tree! it's also their most strongest part if not more stronger than their own body.

so cutting it specifically when they're already using it, is a death sentence itself because when they lose it what else could they do? i know they don't use it as much in trolls 3 than they did in the first movie but my point is they can run but without hair how do they escape? how can they reach places so high without it?

I mean this is stright up best angst fanfic material! I'd love to see more people use this idea!

so yeah my whole point of this is cutting trolls hair=decalwing a cat just more twisted and horribly bad because they do literally everything of their day to day stuff with it!

and a little angst thing of Branch having his hair cut unprompted idk 😶

#trolls #dreamworks trolls band together #trolls band together #trolls fanfic #tbt #trolls branch #branch #dreamworks trolls #but like why haven't any villen in the franchise so far thought of this???#I'm sorry but most of this is aimed at Branch 😭#sorry branch #but branch angst fics with this concept would be FANTASTIMAZING!!!

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lazerswordweilder · 3 months

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The heros meet their citys ghosts, Metropolis is fast and brave and sunny and Superman enjoys talking to them, Central City is kind and happy and has a similar personality to Flash.

Then a lady in a dress of cobwebs steps up, she could feasibly be from the victorian era and is on grey scale if you ignore blood red, or that might be phrased better as red blood. She wears a pearl necklace splashed in blood and her stright grey hair looks like it’s weighed down by water even though it’s not wet, she has calloused hand and weapons hidden all over her figure bit still has an air of beauty and grace to her.

The Justice League expect Batman to introduce himself but he gets on one knee and bows, Batman serves his city, Batman is the Knight of Gotham, Batman knows this. Lady Gotham smiles

“Hello my Knight, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

#lazerswordweilder writes #batman #lady Gotham

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alexinlalalaland · 8 months

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GEKKO X INSECURE!READER [You're perfect] pt.2

It was a copule hours after Yoru's comment and you still haven't left your room. Phoenix tried to talk to you, feeling like he was to blame as well. After all it was him who poked fun at the Japanese man. Heck even Yoru tried to visit and apologize having calmed down enough to see how fucked up the thing he said to you was. But you wouldn't budge. Both of the older males could hear soft whimpers and sniffles when they visited, and their heart clenched when they did. They messed up badly, and needed to do something before things could get out of hands.

Salvation came in the form of a tall, lean young man. With green hair and chocolate brown eyes, who was currently playing with some of his creatures in the common area. Being blissfully unaware that his lover was currently fighting her own demons. So imagine his surprise when Yoru and Phoenix walked over to him with sheepish looks on their faces, as if he was a father that was about to scold them because of something. This made him suspicious.

"What's up ?" Gekko greeted the two duelist, Dizzy chirped in protest when his Hand stopped scratching her back.

"Uhh mate, we kinda done something... well technically Yoru did something." Phoenix started scratching the back of his head, wondering how he will tell him about the problem at hand.

"Hah !?" Yoru growled looking at the English Man, feeling himself getting pissed all over again. "You're partially to blame here. If it wasn't for you and your dumb jokes I wouldn't have said what I said to (Name) !" he yelled angrily making Gekko narrow his eyebrows a little.

"What happened to (Name) ?" his brown eyes narrowed at the two males infront of him. His heart started to beat faster at the mention of your name. Were you okay ? Did you get hurt ? The questions about you well being floaded his mind, yet he still tried to stay focused. He just wanted, no he needed to know what happened first.

"I commented on her weight, and she hasn't left her room in a few hours." after what felt like forever Yoru confessed to what he has done making Mateo freeze.

"You did what ? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO HER ?!" the Hispanic male got right into Yorus face. The blue haired man wpudl lie if he didn't say that it wasn't at least a bit intimidating. "Nah matter of fact why would you say that to anyone ? Are you fuckinh stupid ?" Phoenix's eyes were wide openhile he witnessed the absolute rage of the green haired male. He knew you were very dear to him but to get this angry ? He was glad that it wasn't him facing the guy right now.

"It was an accident ! I tried to go and apologize but she wouldn't even open the fucking door !"

"And she dosen't have to ! What the hell man ? I thought you were chill !" Gekko stright up growled at him, or maybe it was Thrash that materialized behind his shoulder. The creature eyed the Japanese man with a glare, making him shiver. No matter how cute his other buddies were, Thrash always made people second guess if they were safe around her. And everyone in the room could tell she was as pissed as Gekko was right now.

"I'm gonna go to her now." the greenhaired man sighed.

"Good idea mate." Phoenix commented quietly making Gekko nod his head and walk over to the doors.

"You gonna take your pet with you ?" Yoru asked while still watching Thrash, now on the ground circling him like a shark that was about to pounce.

"Oh, Trash isn't done with you." Gekko send him a smirk over his shoulder and left the room.

"Shit." was the last thing Yoru said before the creature attacked and whole base could hear a high pitched scream, making Agent wonder if Killjoy found another mouse in her laboratory.

*********

You were half asleep when you heard knocking on your doors. Rolling your eyes you were fully intending on ingorning it until you heard familiar voice.

"Hermosa ? We're coming in." you didn't look at him when he entered. You cursed yourself for giving him the acces code to your room. Though you never thought he would see you like this. Surrounded by pillows and blankets, half asleep from all the crying you did. You looked like a mess you were sure of it.

"I'm not in the mood to do anything, Mateo." you informed him from your place on the bed. Your back was to the door so you couldn't see his expression or what he did. You could however hear tiny footsteps coming closer, you turned around just in time to catch jumping Wingman.

"Hey ! That's dangerous !" you scolded the yellow creature making him tilt your head at you. Mateo laughed walking over to you accompanied by Dizzy and Mosh, who were resting on his shoulders.

"I think that's the least dangerous thing my buddy did those past copule of weeks, no ?" he sat next to you and took his shoes off to lie lie next to you.

"Still. I don't want him to get hurt like that." you huffed a little bit hugging Wingman closer to your chest, which made him purr like a cat, making you giggle a tiny bit.

"There's my pretty girl." you blushed at his words, making you avoid his eyes. You could feel his arms going around your midsection. Yelping when he pulled you on top of him.

"Mateo !" you glared at him. Partly forgetting ypu were supposed to be sad because his presence just made it better. "Can you stop ? Like I said I am not in the mood." you said trying to get off of him. While you did that all the creatures surrounding the both of you dissappear in his belt, giving you the privacy you needed right now.

"Hmm. Is it because of what happened ?" his hand tightened down on your waist making your breath hitch. You looked at him with wide eyes, wondering how he knew about it.

"Phoenix and Yoru told me the story. You want to talk about it ? Nah, we need to talk about it. I am not letting you beat yourself over some words that idiota said to you. " he send you a pointed look, letting you know he was not finished.

"What's there to talk about ? Yoru is right. I am big. Maybe too big." your voice suddenly got quieter, softer. Making Mateo raise an eyebrow at you, his heart broke seeing you in this state. One of his hands raised to your face wiping down any residue of the tears that flew down your cheeks just a moment ago.

"Stop that. You know it's not true." he said gently, placing a kiss on you forhead.

"Do I ?" you looked into his eyes, feeling yourself calm down. "Maybe Yoru was right. Maybe I should start a diet.. ouch !" you rubbed your forhead after he flicked it, glaring at him with a pout on your face.

"Basta, I don't want to hear that shit from you. You're perfect like you are, don't change just because some asshole made a comment about you. And you're not big or fat, I am pretty sure I weight more than you." he said with narrowed eyes. You rarely saw him mad and you had to admit he looked hot like that. Gulping you nodded a bit and put your head on his chest.

"I love you." you whispered with a smile.

"I love you more." He kissed the top of your head and smiled happy he could at least help you a little bit.

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG GUYS <\3 I caught a nasty cold over the weekend and could not sit down and write. I hope it's okay! I am gonna write more in the future, feel free to send tge requests ! <3

#gekko x you #gekko x reader #valorant #fanfic #wingman

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luv-isab3lla · 6 months

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Tease

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Ellie is usually in charge in the bedroom but today you decide to spice things up...

c/w: SMUT 18+, MDNI, tease (e!receiving), bondage (e!receiving), forced sub!ellie, switch!reader, fingering (r!receiving)

authors note: we'll see if i end up posting this idk yet, ignore any mistakes!

song for this book:

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"babeeeee" you yell from the bedroom, waiting for ellie to come in from the kitchen. you hear light footsteps heading to your shared bedroom

"what is it ba-" ellie stops in her tracks looking up at you. you are in a black lingerie peice that she had bought for you a few weeks ago. she eyes you up and down as you take slow steps towards her. your heels clinking against the hardwood floor. once you reach her you wrap your arms around her neck pulling her close to your body. she wraps her arms around your lower back giving your ass a quick squeeze

"fuck baby is this all for me?" she asked with a slight smirk on her face. you give her a quick 'mhm' while pulling her in for a kiss. the kiss quickly gets heated as you start to guide her to a chair you had strategically placed in the room. you pull back for a second, giving her a solf smlie then aggressively pushing her into the chair by the shoulders. she looks up at you with a confused face, usually you would be the one getting pushed around by her.

"i wanted to try something different, is that okay els" you say leaning down to be eye level with her, pushing your tits in her face. she looked like she was stuck in a trance with your tits in her face but eventually gave you a small nod.

"good" you stand back up stright and walk over to you speaker playing cherry hill by russ (start song). you strut back over to her sensually, making sure to sway your hips to the beat. shes watching you like a hawk, not blinking afraid she'll miss something. you walk so that you are standing behind her, running your hands over her chest and arms. she spreads her legs a little and sits farther back into her seat. you grab her hair lightly pulling her hair to the side, allowing access to her neck. you ghost over it letting your hot breath hit her pulse point. you bend down more so now you are almost on your knees behind her. you quickly grab her hands together and cuff them up. she immediately tugs at them wondering what just restraned her.

"babe what the fuck" she exclaims, you walk around in front of her, giving her a sly smirk. you watch as she struggles with the cuffs trying to get free. she looks up at you dead in the eye and speaks lowly

"y/n take these off me right now." you could cum just at the sound of her voice, but instead you walk closer to her face, grabbing her chin to make her look at you.

"mmm i dont think i will" you give her the sweetest smile you could muster and you start to sway your hips in her face, running your hands all over your body and in your hair. moving to the beat you get on her lap, tossing all of your hair to one side and throwing your arms around her neck. you circle your hips on her lap, feeling all over her body. she looks at you with dazed eyes, in awe of how your body is moving on top of her. she tries to buck her hips to get more friction but you hold her hips down not allowing her to move

"y/n take these off me, i can make you feel so good" she says trying to keep her composer. you grip her chin hard and pull her face just inches from yours

"are you going to be good?" you ask quietly. she tries to keep her hard persona but you could tell she was cracking. she slowly nods as best she can with the grip you have on her

"y/n i swear to god if you dont stop teasing right now." you can hear the desperation in her voice. you look up at her with puppy eyes to see her looking down at you with her jaw clenched and eyes low. you pull down her boxers just to see how wet she is, you groan slightly at the sight. you stick your fingers out to scoop up all of her wetness. she moans slightly at the feeling of your slim fingers toying with her clit. you take your time circling her clit, looking up at her to see her reaction. her head is thrown back and you have a clear view of her neck. you stand up so you can reach her neck. sucking on it lightly and giving it small kisses. you slip your fingers in her curling right to her spot. she lets out a loud moan and her body jerks foward

"good" you get off her lap and kneel in front of her, spreading her knees just enough that you can slot yourself in between them. you run your hands everything on her body, creeping up from her thighs to her toned abs under her shirt all the way up to her tits. you pull her shirt up just enough that your trimmed nails can scratch her v-line making her shiver under your touch. you were loving this, the way she was looking down at you not wanting to let you know how much she was enjoying this, but you could tell by the way she was squirming. you start pressing light kisses on her stomach and v-line. you could feel her stomach everytime you would leave a kiss or breath hot air onto her. you pull down her shorts leaving her in her compression shirt and boxers. you trace your fingers over her boxers and core but not quite touching her. you hear her let out a strained breath through her nose.

"fuck baby just like that" you continue to pump in and out of her at a steady pace, her moans get more high pitched and she starts rocking on your hand.

"fuck 'm gonna cum, dont stop, fuck" she moans out. immediately you stop, pulling your fingers out of her, and oh, does she look mad as ever. in a blink of an eye, she broke free from the cuffs, bolting up from the chair and pushing you backward on the bed. she aggressively pulls off your panties and shoves three fingers into you. your back arches off the bed so far it makes a perfect C shape. she pounds into you at an inhumane pace, curling her fingers to hit your spot perfectly. your moans get louder and more whinny.

"el-lie, 'ts to much" you whine gripping onto her arms

"maybe think twice about teasing me like that, huh baby? you can take it" she groans at the sounds of your pussy. you can feel your climax approaching but it washes over you to fast for you to be able to warn her. your whole body spasms and then stops as your eyes go white. after a few seconds you shudder letting your back hit the mattress. her fingers slow down but are still pumping inside of you. you try to push her hand away, getting to overestimated. she eventually stops and flops down next to you. you look st her with sleepy eyes. fighting your best not to fall asleep

"els, you didnt get to finish" you slur out

"dont worry about me doll, we can finish tomorrow, go to sleep" she kisses you on the forehead, pulling you into her body.

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i dont really like this one but oh well, pt 2?

#Spotify #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou2 #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #wlw #wlw nsft

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