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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Young and Beautiful - Steve Rogers smut

The one where you were supposed to be a one-night stand, but Steve won't let that happen

Warnings: smut, and a little bit of angst.

A/N: this was our first ever patreon-voted fic, chosen for the month of May! My patreons at the $3 tier get to send me their ideas once a month and two of them end up being voted so I can write one of them each month. June’s fic is the one where Ransom needs to get a sugar mommy, and if you want to suggest a story for our July’s fic, please consider becoming a patreon! Thank you to my darling @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this over for me.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The first time wasn’t a mistake, I could admit to that. Steve had been coming to the same bar where I worked for almost a year now. I knew who he was, of course. Everyone knew - he was hard to miss. But I think what he liked about our run-down place is that no one seemed to care about Captain America and the things he did when he didn’t have a bottle of beer in his hand.

Over here, he was just Steve. And Steve tipped well and drank a lot - I was sure he couldn’t get drunk, no matter how many beers I served him, but he never stopped asking me for more.

So, needless to say, he was adored. Adored by my boss, who was always around to keep watch of his customers and keep them in line. Adored by Luke, who guarded the entrance, for all the nights Steve helped him get rid of men who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. And adored by all the waitresses, for precisely the same reason - and because I always shared my tips with all of them.

Even the kitchen staff adored Steve. Besides, it’s not like he was hard on the eye - all the girls (customers and staff) were constantly fawning over him, but he was nothing short of a gentleman, always.

Actually, he seemed to avoid the members of the opposite sex as best as he could, clearly not interested in whatever it was that they planned to possibly get to do with him. Well, except for me.

He never avoided me. I always figured it was because I was the guardian of the alcohol - we’d even joke about it sometimes, when he came to sit by the bar after politely declining someone’s advances.

“It’s just hard to understand how to date nowadays,” he commented one day after a pretty girl actually asked him out on a date right in front of me, but he refused. I shrugged as I wiped the counter, thinking if there was any advice I could give him.

“It really isn’t that hard. You go out to dinner, walk her home and when you step in front of her door, you ask her for some coffee. She’ll usually do it herself, but if you want to show your interest…” His frown was amusing, to say the least, but I held back my laughter so he wouldn’t be even more uncomfortable.

“A coffee?” Giggling, I nodded. “Before bed? But…”

“It’s a metaphor, Steve. A lady can’t very well invite you into her sheets, now can she?” He blushed three different shades of red when I winked, another giggle escaping. “I mean, she can, but we like to keep some things unsaid - innuendos can be very sexy.”

Two months had passed and if Steve made use of my lessons, I wouldn’t know. He never brought anyone to the bar and never left with any lady who approached him either.

“What can I get ya, Steve?” I’d always ask. I’d never once called him Cap or anything other than the name he used to introduce himself - even though I obviously knew who he was. He always took his time before answering my questions, even if they required a simple yes or no, which amused me to no end.

For a while, I actually believed a gun or one of the buildings the Hulk had undoubtedly thrown in his direction had left him with a difficulty of hearing. But then after my first question, he never seemed to have any problem understanding me at all.

“Just a beer,” he’d say, a small, soft smile as he tried not to stare too much at me, fingers tapping on the counter while I got his order. I appreciated his effort not to make me uncomfortable - I knew he’d seen how often men did that to me. I had no doubt that was why he only ever looked me in the eye from under those huge eyelashes of his.

“There you go.” Always the same routine, we never once deviated from it. Until one night when I was supposed to close the bar and he heard my boss instructing me to be careful.

“There’s been a lot of robberies this late at night. Make sure you lock everything up properly.” I saluted in jest, making the old man laugh and shake his head at me. “See you tomorrow, kid.”

There were only a handful of customers - Steve included, and he was the only one by the bar, so I threw him a quick smile as I wiped the glasses and started to clean the counter.

“Can I get you anything else?” I offered, but he only grimaced in response, leaving me confused. “Is there something wrong?” He stared directly at me without answering for a while before he was able to snap out of whatever it was that had frozen him.

“You’re supposed to leave by yourself at two in the morning?” I chuckled lightly at his concern, avoiding his gaze so he wouldn’t see how it warmed my heart that he’d be preoccupied over me, someone that was a little more than a stranger to him.

“It’s part of the job,” I reassured him. “Well, usually it’s part of Luke’s job. But whenever he has to leave early, it’s my duty to fill in for him.” He nodded, but didn’t make any movement towards leaving. Usually, he would be gone by now, but it wasn’t that extraordinary for him to stay until the hour I left.

This was the first time he stayed this long though, considering I wasn’t the one responsible for closing the bar and I only realized it when I looked around and noticed we were the last two people left in the room.

“Planning on drinking much more?” I joked, trying to gauge if he was going to be much longer, but he seemed startled by my question, looking around to verify the same thing I’d just noticed.

“Oh, no. Not at all.” I smiled, thankful that he was conscious and wouldn’t force me to stay even longer after my shift had finished. “I just figured I could walk you home. It is pretty late, after all.”

My heart warmed up at how sweet and thoughtful this man was. He had no reason to wait for me to finish my job just to walk me home, yet here he was. “Thank you, Steve,” I acknowledged, sending him a grateful grin. “Let me just check the bathrooms real quick. I’ll grab my purse and we can leave.”

He nodded, watching me do as I said and in no time at all we took off together in the direction of my apartment. I wasn’t worried about making small talk with him on the way there - I knew he was a good conversationalist from all the times he had stayed by the bar instead of taking his beer to a table, and I adored the stories he told of his missions just as much as I appreciated how he genuinely cared about what I had to say.

The walk to my place seemed shorter than ever before, and in a few minutes we were standing in front of my door as I searched for my keys in my bag.

“C-Can I…” He murmured as I looked for it, glancing up at him and smiling to signal he should continue even though I couldn’t give him my full attention at that moment. “Would you… Do you have some coffee?”

I was so shocked that my head whipped up to stare at him, eyes wide and unbelieving. Did Steve… Did he… Did he want to have sex with me? “I mean… in your apartment, do you have some coffee in your apartment?”

The thought was so extraordinary that the second I realized his intentions, a fire of desire warmed my lower belly, not because he was Captain America, but because he was an attractive and sweet guy that was way out of my league and I couldn’t believe he was into me.

He kept talking as I kept blinking at him, trying to process what was going on. “’Cause I’d really like to have some coffee… with you… If you want some too…”

His voice got smaller the longer it took for me to answer him, until it disappeared completely and he cleared his throat. “Nevermind.” He was about to turn around and make a run for it, I was sure, but I was able to grasp his wrist just in time, signalling him to stop because I had something to say.

“I would love to make you some coffee, Steve.”

So yeah, the first time wasn’t a mistake. He was way too fucking sweet and I got hot just by seeing how nervous he was to ask me for some “coffee”, incredulous that I was capable of affecting this giant man that much.

So as soon as we were in my apartment, I tied up my hair with the little hair tie I always kept on my wrist during work and got on my knees for him.

And I cherished every fucking second of it.

The way his mouth fell open in a gasp when I reached for his jeans, the little moans he let out as I licked his member… I couldn’t close my eyes, too transfixed by his expressions to miss anything.

The way he pulled me by my hair to devour my mouth, hands so eager to undress me that he ended up ripping my blouse, but it only made me giggle.

The way his groan sounded almost painful when he picked me up, shoved me against the door and penetrated me, filling me so beautifully I hit my head back against the wood and didn’t even notice it.

He got me to cum without almost no preparation, just from the thrill of it all, the stretch of his member inside of me. When I urged him to cum in my pussy, the look on his eyes was enough to get me to cum again, milking him dry as he emptied himself with a growl, forehead dropping against mine while he tried to catch his breath.

I was expecting him to leave immediately or maybe stay for an actual coffee. I wasn’t expecting him to pull out, drop to his knees and start lapping his cum from inside of me, eyes as focused on mine as I had been for him only minutes before.

Burying my fingers in his short locks, I tried to keep myself up despite the way my legs trembled, but Steve just adjusted them so they’d be over his shoulders and held me up with his face buried in me.

I had never cum so many times in a row. But then again, I had never had a man eat his own cum out of me.

I fully intended it to be a one time thing, and that was my plan. I thanked him for eating me out, made him some coffee, giggled at his stories about his friends and for a second it almost looked like we were back at the bar, only the counter was my kitchen table and I was allowed to sit on the other side.

He didn’t ask to stay the evening and I breathed a sigh of relief after I closed the door behind him, ignoring the slight empty feeling that momentarily hit me. This is what I wanted, I reminded myself, and by acting the way I expected him to, he had made it clear that he understood the rules of the dating world he claimed to know so little of.

This was a one time deal. Nothing more.

But then the first night we saw each other at the bar again, it was when he burst through the door to punch some guy who came in just as I was closing, trying to steal the money we had in the vault. I was so fucking relieved to see his face that all I could do was tremble in his arms after the police came to get the robber, and of course I couldn’t let him go after that.

He walked me home and I didn’t even ask anything, just stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips, using my grip on his shirt to pull him in as he helped me with my clothes.

“You’re so fucking pretty…” He moaned, and perhaps that should have been my first sign, the one that alerted me to stop what I was doing and not make this into a mistake I couldn’t take back.

He hadn’t talked the last time. He had never complimented me before.

“God, your ass…” He groaned as he palmed it, helping me over his lap when he took a seat on my couch, until I could fuse the both of us and ride us to hysteria.

But I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind because it felt so fucking good to be desired by him, to have him inside of me, cumming deep into my pussy only to eat it all out of me again.

It didn’t take long for me to learn about the errors of my way, though. In fact, it started the very next day, when he walked into the bar grinning from ear to ear and made a beeline in my direction.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, and my eyes went wide as two saucers, especially when I saw him lean over the counter like he intended to peck my lips.

“Hello, Captain.” I quickly turned my back to him, facing the shelves of liquor to pretend that I was looking for something. My heart sank to my stomach as I took in what was happening, what I had just done in my effort to put some distance between us as if last night had never happened. “Can I get you anything?”

The time it took for him to answer almost had me looking at him from over my shoulder, but I restrained myself. “Yeah, you,” he finally said, and I breathed out in surprise. “Why are you acting this way?”

I panicked for a few seconds, reaching up for an already clean glass to attack it with my rag. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried to reassure the both of us, still incapable of looking him in the eye.

But I could see his massive body by the end of the counter from the corner of my eyes, where he always sat, and I saw him tap the old battered wood with his fingers - fingers he had used to spread me open for his tongue to reach - as he thought.

I hoped he would let it go. I hoped he would not.

“Fine,” he relented, and I froze, uncertain of what he meant. “I’ll come back tomorrow.” My head snapped up just in time to watch him leave, and he didn’t even look over his shoulder.

I tried to tell myself it was for the best. He needed some time to get over whatever the hell it was that he thought he was feeling and tomorrow things would go back to normal. But that wasn’t what happened.

He came back with flowers the next day, and I didn’t have any reasonable excuse not to accept it. He didn’t push for anything, just gave me the bouquet before asking for his usual drink. And then he proceeded to stay the entire evening right there, where he always sat, carefully watching my every move.

For the first time in a while, I broke two glasses in a single evening.

The day after that, he came with a box of chocolates. I couldn’t hide the smile because they were my favorite - I didn’t know how he knew it until he reminded me.

“You told me you liked them right when I started coming to this place.” His eyes were so heavy with a sad feeling that I couldn’t recognize that I had to avert my gaze. It messed with my heartbeat, it left my throat feeling dry.

“Thanks, Captain,” I softly acknowledged it, and I saw the way his grip on the box tightened. I saw it in the way it was slightly crumpled when I took it from his hands, but he didn’t say a word.

There was only so much that he could take, though. And I knew that. It didn’t help that my boss had caught onto his intentions and started to push me to go out on a date with him.

“Why don’t you give the poor guy a chance?” He’d incite, much to Steve’s utter glee.

“Yeah, Y/N. Why don’t you go out with me?” Steve urged, and although he never asked when my boss wasn’t around to initiate the teasing, I knew he wondered.

And the truth was that I wondered about it too. Because everything was screwed up now. When I gave him his beer and our fingers brushed, mine were left tingling. When I looked his way to find his gaze already on me, I shivered.

So yes, the second time was undeniably a mistake, but there wouldn’t be a third time. I’d make sure of it.

Steve’s P.O.V.

I was tired of waiting. I knew I had wanted her since the first time I laid my eyes on her, when I decided to stop at this rundown bar in the hopes of one night of crappy beer without being bothered by anyone asking for autographs or pictures.

I’d come here almost every night when I could escape the tower to watch her work, slowly getting her to warm up to me, and I fell for her personality in the process.

The way she clearly saw me as Steve, and not my title.

The way she always laughed at my stories and shared what had happened in the previous nights with the raucous customers.

The way she seemed to care about everyone and everything that came into contact with her.

So what started as desire became something deeper and for the first time since I was unfrozen, I found myself eager to understand what dating in this new century was like. I asked Sam for advice, and even Tony for any tips he could give me, but their general ideas didn’t matter to me when all I wanted was one single person.

Her.

So I asked her for her thoughts on the matter and was surprised with myself when I put them into practice. I was even more surprised when she accepted my advances and welcomed me into her embrace.

I was sure I’d never been happier than that evening.

But to have her pretend nothing had happened and even worse - treat me like a stranger after I had learned the taste of her skin? Nothing hurt deeper than that.

And still, I understood. I realized then that she hadn’t seen the situation the way that I had. She had thought all I wanted was a one-night deal - well, two-night deal - because I had never shown her anything to make her think differently.

So I set out to do just that. My way this time. And I was just about ready to ask her on a proper date when I was forced away for a whole damn month, having to resort to my hand and my memories of her body to get through the cold nights on the field.

The second I was back in the city, I only had one thing in mind. To get what I wanted, in whatever way she would let me.

“Can we talk?” My voice sounded clipped to my own ears, and maybe that’s why her mouth opened in surprise - or maybe it was seeing me at the bar so early, when there was barely anyone around, after being absent for so long.

“Sure,” she finally accepted, shrugging like it was no big deal, but I knew better than that. She might not know it, but I could read her perfectly, and I knew she was hiding her true feelings even to herself. I knew those feelings were deeper than she had ever felt. I knew they made her scared.

“Not here.” She stopped cleaning glasses then, frozen for a second before she looked around, taking in the fact that no one else was going to need her for a while. There was nowhere to run and maybe I was a jerk for doing this during her work hours, but I was a desperate jerk and I couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Okay.” She sounded small, and I knew what she was expecting to get out of this conversation. Closure, in one way or another. For me to finally let go of her. But I wouldn’t.

I wanted her too damn bad to let her escape like that.

“Go out with me.” I asked the second that the office door was closed behind us, and she immediately started shaking her head. “Yes, please,” I insisted. “Let me show you that I want more from you. I want so much more.”

“I can’t give you more,” was her answer, and she still avoided my eyes as she spoke. “One night, you even had two. That’s all I can give you. Please don’t ask me for anything more.”

“Why?” I asked, and the frustration in my voice was enough to get her to meet my eyes for the first time that evening. “Why are you trying to avoid this? I know you want me, Y/N. You wouldn’t have slept with me if you didn’t. So just tell me why.”

“I can’t,” she insisted, moving towards the door, but I grasped her hand to stop her before she could slip through it - much like she had done that first night, when I thought I’d screwed up any chance I had to ever be with her.

“Tell me why you’re holding yourself back from me,” I ordered, anger and desire creating an explosive cocktail inside of me, making my voice hoarse. I saw her shiver. I watched her break.

“Because it was too fucking good and I swear to God, if you get your mouth on me again, I’m gonna marry you.” Our expressions mirrored one another, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. She couldn’t believe she had let out her feelings like this. I couldn’t believe there was all there was to it.

I dropped to my knees before her.

“Come here.” I shoved her jeans all the way down to her ankles, sending the button flying somewhere. I couldn’t tell where and I didn’t care. All I wanted was to show her that there was nothing wrong with wanting this, with wanting me because as long as she allowed me to, I’d give anything to be with her.

My tongue was so hungry to taste her sweetness again. I licked a stripe between her lower lips before I could even get my hand there, spreading her with my fingers for easier access.

God, she was heavenly. I watched her let her head fall back against the door, much like the first time I was able to be in this position, and my heartbeat fluttered at the realization that this time, I was much closer to getting what I really wanted from her.

“I’ve been terrified of my own feelings for long enough,” I decided to confess, parting from her clit to be able to speak but slipping two digits inside her hole, filling her up, preparing her to welcome me. “I can wait for you to come to terms with yours. But I can’t keep myself away,” I warned, quickening my movements as I chased away the taste of her in my tongue. “So don’t ask that of me.”

Her moan had my eyes sparkling with excitement. I lowered my head to suck her button, see the way it made her thighs tremble on each side of my face.

“So fucking sexy,” I moaned against her cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart. Drench my face.” Her little cry of ecstasy denounced she was about to do just that, so I twirled my tongue around her clit, rubbing my digits against her sweet spot as her body tensed under my ministrations.

“There you go…” I whispered, fascinated with the way she looked after her release. It was like she glowed from the inside, muscles relaxing to accept my caresses when I finished cleaning her with my tongue and rose to my full height.

“Next time you try to pretend something between us didn’t happen, I’m gonna bend you over the counter and spank your ass in front of all of the other patrons,” I warned her before nibbling her earlobe. “Go out with me,” I tried again, and she took a deep breath before answering, looking up at me from under her eyelashes.

“Okay.”

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midgardianweasley · 3 years

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I beg you with my life, PLEEAAAASE can we have a Natasha x female reader where Reader comes back from a one month mission and sneaks into the compound to surprise Natasha who’s sitting in the living room with Tony. He sees reader sneaking up on her and all he says is “Natasha, do me a favor and don’t move.” As she’s very confused, reader jumps from behind her and wraps her arms around her red head. JUST FLUFF FOR DAYS!! (I will forever be in debt with you if you do this request!)😭🙏🥺🥰

of course! I hope it's okay love. I also thought this request would be the perfect way to apologise for my angst earlier lmaoo<33

I’m back!

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N returns from a month-long mission, eager to see her girlfriend. Though her girlfriend literally doesn’t see her coming.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Pureeee fluff

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Requests are open <3

“God, I can’t wait to get back and shower. I feel disgusting.” Clint announced to the other team members in the quinjet. Everyone tiredly nodding their heads in agreement.

Steve, Sam, Wanda, and Clint, alongside you, had spent the last month trying to infiltrate one of the HYDRA bases in Siberia. The sole intent being to take back stolen records and information about some military weapons that they were planning on using to invade other countries. It was supposed to be a simple ‘in and out’ job, a week, max. However, when you all saw that the base was more heavily guarded than expected, you all knew immediately that it wouldn’t be the case.

“Well, I’m pretty sure Y/N here is gonna be making a beeline for her girlfriend.” Sam nudged you with his elbow, a smirk plastered on his face. A blush crept up to your cheeks, reddening in slight embarrassment.

As it turns out, a month away from Natasha hadn’t done wonders for you. She wasn’t able to come on this mission, having to stay and hunt through files with some of the SHIELD agents at headquarters. Of course you were fully capable of being away from each other, but it had been at least 4 weeks now, 3 more than expected. You had missed her. To be honest, hearing the news that you’d be heading home today filled you with more happiness than knowing you’d retrieved the stolen files.

“Uh huh, don’t make me cut off those wings, Falcon.” You narrowed your eyes playfully towards him as you gave him the completely empty threat, still, he raised his hands in surrender, making the rest of the team snigger at your antics.

With hearing the quiet hum of the quinjet and murmurs of small talk coming from your team, you sat with a content smile, feeling your eyelids beginning to flutter shut, finally able to relax knowing that in no time at all, you’d be back in Natasha’s arms.

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“Hey, Y/N, wake up”

Groaning slightly, your eyes slowly opened once again, squinting as they adjusted back to the bright lights. Once they’d focused a bit more, you took in the fact that Wanda was standing in front of you, her hand resting on your shoulder as she held a relaxed smile.

“We’re back.” She tilted her head as she encouraged you to look to your left, seeing the familiar building only a small walk away. The sight instantly filled you with energy, nothing except excitement now running through your veins.

With a quick smile sent in Wanda’s direction, you jumped from your seat and started to rush off, leaving the team in the dust as they laughed among themselves.

“She’s like a puppy.”

“She’s in loveee” Clint responded to Steve’s comment

“Leave her be, at least she’s happy.” Wanda piped in after catching up with the others, watching you run up to the doors of the compound, with absolutely no care in the world.

They enjoyed seeing you so full of life. It was nice to witness, especially after missions like the one they’d just gone on, where everyone is left exhausted and burnt out. You were tired too, of course, but you’d always tried to keep spirits high and moods lifted. It was something the team admired about you, Nat especially. She always loved coming home after a mission or just a day out and knowing that you’d be there to welcome her back.

It was almost routine that after an intense mission, you’d both take the evening off to spend time together and let the stress of the day roll off your backs. The two of you would often take a long shower together, just to feel close to one another and take the time to wash each other’s hair, engaging in the occasional stolen kiss and wrap up in towels afterwards.

You’d both stand in front of your bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth and making silly faces at the other and the sink was always guaranteed to be covered in toothpaste afterwards. It was a treasured time together. Time that you and Natasha had missed dearly in your absence. Not for much longer though.

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Walking up the last set of stairs, you peeked round each doorway, hoping to catch a glimpse of some short red hair belonging to your girlfriend, not a middle aged SHIELD agent who was getting himself coffee. Ooops.

It wasn’t long before you heard some muffled chatter coming from the main seating room in the building, where most people went to hang out when they had nothing else to do, or have their movie nights. You hadn’t paid much attention, until you heard a familiar voice, laced with a slight russian accent speak close by, causing your stomach to fill with the same butterflies you felt on the day you met her.

You stepped forward, careful to not make too much of a sound in the hopes to surprise her, not entirely certain about how it would go down considering she’s a trained spy. However, hope was ignited when you saw Tony Stark talking to her, knowing he’d go along with your plan.

It wasn’t long before he noticed you in the doorway, quick to see that you’d raised a finger to your lips, silently telling him to not reveal that you were there. He didn’t even need to say a word as he turned back to Natasha with an overly concerned look on his face, taking note of how close you were getting.

“And then Fury was saying that we’d been looking through the wrong-”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds great.” You had to cover your mouth at his interruption so you wouldn’t burst into laughter and blow your cover, fully able to picture the look on Nat’s face right now. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay?”

“Don’t move a muscle.” She listened, but you could see her back noticeably tense up at the request, instantly defensive at what was behind her. Oh boy.

Taking this as your que, you hurried the last few steps, coming up right behind her and threw your arms around her neck, burying your face into her neck in the process as you let out giggles you’d been holding for minutes previous.

It took her a minute to process, almost jumping out of her skin at the contact, but she soon relaxed when she realised who it was, her hand coming up to run through your hair that was all over the place.

“Hi baby.” She smiled.

“Hi. I’m back.”

“I see this. Gotta say, this is one of my favourite surprises.” You both leaned in for a kiss, only a breath away when you heard someone purposely clear their throat.

“Hi, hello, one, you’re welcome for the surprise Romanoff, I’d like some artistic credit, thank you.” Nat rolled her eyes. “Second, it’s great to have you back, but respectfully, please get a room.”

With one last exaggerated sigh, the pair of you walked out the room, Natasha tugging her hand into yours and holding on tightly, fully appreciating having you back home with her. She turned to face you, emerald eyes sparkling as they met yours, whispering a question that’s plagued her mind since you walked in.

“So, shower?”

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krispytidalwavesheep · 3 years

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Hopes and Dreams III

.I am not entirely sure about this chapter, if I’m completely honest, so I’ll probably rewrite it at a later time. If you want to get added to the taglist just let me know! Thanks for your continuos support with this fic, it honestly gives me so much life right now! *** Chapter 3

“There seem to still be a few things you haven’t seen.” Lady Dimitrescu stated after you reached the sitting room.

“It’s not everyday that you see girls turn into a swarm of bugs. I’ve seen a lot, but I never said I have seen everything.”

“Which brings me to the question that I want answered. What are you? My first guess would be that you are a vampire, like me and my daughters, but I have a feeling that that isn’t true. Sit down please, so that I can take a look at your wound.” Her tone brooked no argument, so you did as you were told and rolled up the leg of your pants. You winced when you saw the true extend of the damage. Even with enhanced healing it would take a few hours to properly heal.

“My biological father was a scientist, who researched a lot of occult and supernatural topics. He was also a massive asshole who thought it okay to experiment on his own baby daughter, so there’s that. I don’t know how, but someone he got his hands on the DNA of some creature no one really has a name for, but I have a guess. The only thing he really knew, was that they are like Vampires, but much more powerful.

He injected me with the DNA when I was four, but nothing happened, so I was deemed a failure. He did all kinds of tests on me, to see if the DNA would activate, but it didn’t. At least not until he tried to kill me. I was no stranger to torture after he failed, but that night I knew he came to finish it. I was 10, and I was scared and angry, so much so, that something in me broke. There wasn’t much left of him after I was finished.

I’ll spare you most of the details of what happened after, since it is not relevant for what you want to know, and I hate the feeling of being exposed when I don’t know if I can trust the person in front of me. I ran away and my benefactor found me and took me in. I don’t know how, but somehow, he knew what I had become, and he took it upon himself to make sure that I got the best training I could get. I can somewhat use my enhanced abilities, but I am not completely awakened. I’ll get to that part shortly.

After 6 years I was deemed ready to repay the favor and got sent on a hunt for rare artifacts, as I mentioned earlier. I was free to research my condition whenever the opportunity arose, and I did. I traveled the whole world, met all kinds of creatures and people, yet no one could help me with my predicament. That was until 8 months ago, when I found the first real clue. But that clue came with a price and I have been cursed.

I still don’t have a name for the creature that I have become, but I found an old text that explained a lot to me. My kind won’t fully awaken until they bond themselves to another being, that has roughly the same power that we have. That’s where the curse made things more complicated: If I try to bond with anyone that isn’t my destined mate, I will die. Slowly and painfully.

And if that isn’t enough, the curse took the ability to sense my mate away from me, at least in the traditional sense. Usually, we will know our mate by smell alone, for their blood will sing to us like nothing else ever could. We would feel a strong pull towards them, and they to us, for our blood will be just as exquisite to them, as theirs is to us. The curse took that ability away from me, and now I am destined to walk the earth, waiting for my mate to find me.

Another side effect is what I call ‘boiling blood’. When I feel threatened enough it will activate and temporarily awaken me. I can’t control it though, and that is the problem. It only happened once so far, and that was when someone I care a great deal for, got hurt. But I have it under control for the most part. I just don’t like it when people I care about get hurt, I lost myself even before the curse happened. And I do understand if you deem me to dangerous and kick me out of the castle. You wouldn’t be the first one.” You ended lamely and sighed. It always took a lot out of you when you talked about the past.

“You mentioned that you have a theory about what exactly you are?” Alcina asked and gently patted your dressed wound. You suppressed the gentle shiver that wanted to roll down your body and said, “I think I am a Vampire, but one of the first generation.”

***

“And what makes you think that?” Alcina asked carefully. You pondered that for a moment, her eyes never leaving you. She could see that it took a toll on you to tell her all that, and she could understand that. Admitting what had happened couldn’t be easy, especially when there was the possibility that you would be thrown out or worse. Alcina didn’t plan on doing either of those things though, and she would tell you soon enough. An idea was forming in her head.

“I read a lot about vampires and had my fair share of encounters, none of them as nice as the one with you, so I figured it must be something like that. Whenever a Vampire turns someone, a miniscule part of their DNA gets implanted in the one they’ve turned. That is why your Maker will always be stronger than you. But since I got way more DNA with fathers’ experiments, it could mean that I am the first person who got turned into a Vampire of the first generation. And if not first, then second, which would still be infinitely more powerful than a Vampire of third or fourth generation. Although I can’t be sure, since I destroyed everything that could give me a clue, when I killed my father.” You said silently, looking at the floor. Alcina couldn’t help but feel pity for you. A bad hand was dealt to you, and you just tried to live your life. She also admired how strong and confident you were, even after all that had happened.

“I have an offer for you.” Alcina said and put two fingers under your chin to make you look at her, ignoring your blush.

“Stay here. You have nowhere else to go, right? You fascinate me and I want to know more about your abilities if you are willing to show me. And I could use a hand to help me in the castle’s upkeep. But make no mistake, my dear. As soon as you show me that you become a threat, I will dispose of you. What do you say?” Alcina asked, but she knew your answer already. She could see it in the softening of your eyes and the spark of hope that flickered in your eyes. You gently nodded and gave her the most brilliant smile she had ever seen. Both of you briefly wondered where that feeling of trust came from, you more than Alcina, but for the moment it was enough.

***

A weird sense of coming home fell over you, when you looked into her eyes, that had gentled with your consent. She could probably kill you with a snap of her fingers, but somehow you got the feeling that she wouldn’t. Most people feared you when you told them what you were, not all of them humans either. But she gave you the feeling of safety, no matter what your nature was, and you wondered. Could she be the one that was fated to be with you? Or was that just wishful thinking, because she showed you kindness where everybody else would only show you fear and hatred? You were immensely attracted to her, that’s for sure, but could she be the one?

“I want to see the full extend of your abilities as fast as possible if you don’t mind. If it is alright with you, I would arrange a little sparring session between you and my daughters.” Lady Dimitrescu said and took a seat on the chaise lounge in front of you.

“I wouldn’t mind. It has been far too long since someone has offered me a challenge, so I will gladly accept, my Lady. My wound should be fully healed by tomorrow, so we can start first thing if you’d like,” you offered, eager to show her what you were capable of. Maybe she will keep you around for longer if you show her that you would be a valuable asset to her castle.

“I would like that very much, my dear. But now is time for you to eat and rest, as it is rather late. The day has been rather long and eventful, not just for you.”

“Of course, my Lady,” you smile and as if on cue, the door to the sitting room opened and one of the daughters entered the room with two plates. You hadn’t even realized how hungry you were until the smell of the food hit your nostrils. The two of you ate in companionable silence, and soon enough it was time to leave her presence for the night.

The guest room she showed you was like nothing you have ever slept in before. You were used to all sorts of places to sleep, but never have you seen a bed so big and comfortable looking.

“Good Night, my dear. I hope you sleep well,” Lady Dimitrescu said and left you to your own devices before you could answer her. You dressed down to your tank top and shorts and fell into a peaceful slumber as soon as your head hit the pillow.

***

When you next opened your eyes, you were surrounded by the familiar darkness of your dreamscape, yet something felt different. You could sense a presence at the edge pf your consciousness and soon enough, a gentle voice spoke to you “So you finally found her.”

“Huh?” you asked into the darkness, chills running down your spine. The voice giggled and a shadow crept into the edge of your vision, which soon turned into a girl, that oddly enough, had somewhat of a resemblance to you.

“Who are you?”

“You’ll have to find that our for yourself. But what matters is, that you have finally found her. My Alcina,” the girl said and looked close to tears, although she was still smiling.

“Don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think that Lady Dimitrescu belongs to anyone.” You said, defensive of the Lady. That made the girl laugh again, and you couldn’t get over the fact that she looked so much like yourself.

“You are right. But she was mine, as I was hers, a long time ago. Listen, the castle’s magic is strong, but not strong enough to give me enough time to explain everything. Just trust me, okay? Stay by her side, no matter what. Protect her. But most important: Take care of yourself. She lost us too many times already, but maybe you are the one that will break this hellish circle.”

“I-I don’t understand!” you said desperately, trying to reach for the girl, but she was already fading.

“We will speak to each other again when the time is right. Until then, remember my words. Please protect her. Do what we couldn’t do and survive.” Were her parting words before you awoke, drenched in cold sweat. What the fuck was that?

But no matter how hard you tried to grasp at your dream and its implications, you felt your consciousness fading and fell back into a deep slumber.

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tetsuwhore · 4 years

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢)

Description: general NSFW headcanons with Kuroo, Osamu and Goshiki

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader, Miya Osamu x Reader, Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader

Warning: explicit nsfw (duh), mentions corruption kink and degradation

he’d likely be into having friends with benefits arrangements - Kuroo enjoys the casual nature of the sex, and is very much capable of keeping his emotions in check so he doesn’t develop romantic feelings

though, he’d prefer it being with someone he’s actually good friends with rather than a mere acquaintance or a random hookup, simply because that’d make him feel more comfortable

this dude would probably text them to come over, do the Do™️, and then end up getting some takeout afterwards while they just chill and watch a movie or something lmao

Kuroo will frustrate you to no end - trailing his fingers just near the waistband of your panties, or planting kisses along your inner thighs while deliberately avoiding your core

he’s a tease - it’s just in his nature. he’ll keep up the dirty talk and deny you to the point where it’s maddening

if you want to cum, you’ll have to either a) beg hard enough until he’s satisfied, or b) pull his head to your core and grind your hips into his face. he loves when you toss out all inhibitions and shamelessly decide to take matters into your own hands

when he wants to really mess with you, he’ll start grinding into you while you’re in his lap during a makeout session. he’ll make you ride his thigh and simply chuckle, doing a fat load of nothing when you whine about how it’s not enough stimulation to get you to cum

definitely uses sex as a form of stress relief. not only is he the Nekoma volleyball team captain, he’s also in college prep classes - a whole lotta stress equates to a whole lotta sex

for instance, say you’re studying together for an exam and he’s getting restless after having sat at a desk for hours. he’ll lead you to the bed, fuck you senseless to the point where you’re teary-eyed, kiss your forehead after you’re both satisfied, and then get right tf back to his textbook lmao

since you both have such tight schedules, there will be a lot of quickies. storage closet quickie, study session quickie, late night before a game quickie.

still, he’ll feel bad because he knows it’s not as satisfying or intimate, so when he has more time to spare, he’ll focus completely on spoiling you

Kuroo is a very giving partner in general - he gets off on making you squirm and cry out for him. he’ll seize every opportunity given to go down on you. he doesn’t care if he dislocates his jaw while making you feel good, he’ll ignore the ache and keep going until you’re satisfied

he’s an observant one, and will read your body language to learn what you like or dislike. he wants nothing more than to be the partner you need him to be, so he’ll change his approach according to what you respond well to

he notices you squirming more when he’s manhandling and degrading you? he’ll call you a dirty slut and tighten his grip on your hips

he feels your nails dig just a little deeper into his back when he’s being nicer and gentler? he’ll whisper sweet praises about how you’re such a good girl for him

ok im gonna stop now ffsfsfsfs can you tell how hard i simp for him

Osamu and Atsumu are always being compared to each other, with Atsumu being labelled the ‘wilder one’ and Osamu, the opposite

people who aren’t very familiar with him often make the assumption that he’s squeaky clean, and therefore, pretty vanilla in bed… right?

wrong.

Osamu is into kink exploration, and is very much interested in discovering the various facets of sex

plus, he gets a little kick out of being so unsuspecting -everytime he’s in public and feels a mild sting from the scratches on his back, he smirks to himself, reveling in the feeling of having this dirty little secret

definitely one with a bit of a corruption kink. he finds it amusing how he’s perceived as a vanilla person, when in actuality, he’s the one who relishes the feeling of taking away someone else’s innocence

he gets such a hard-on for responsive partners, ones who can’t control themselves when they squirm around and whimper sharply at even the lightest touch. it’s a way for him to tell whether he’s doing a good job at pleasing his partner. plus, the little boost to his ego certainly doesn’t hurt

such a sucker for domesticity. there’s just something about watch you move around the house (the house you share with him), doing the laundry or cooking at the stove. it may seem odd, but it turns him on because it simply reiterates the fact that you’re all his

on several occasions, he’s found himself sneaking up behind you and gently wrapping his arms around your waist while you’re doing something. when you turn your head back slightly to smile at him, he’ll lightly press his lips against yours before trailing soft kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders

the moment never remains soft for long - soon, he’ll have his fingers in your panties, rubbing tight circles on your clit while you cling on to his arm for support. he’ll hold you in place all the way until you tense up and reach your orgasm

then this bitch innocently kisses your cheek and leaves like he didn’t just turn your legs into jelly lmao

during arguments, Osamu does have a tendency to get frustrated, and he sometimes gets up in your face, hissing at you over something he disagrees with. the tension in the room, paired with you two being pressed up so close to each other often leads to angry sex

he’ll push you up against a wall and pull you into a vicious kiss that escalates to him thrusting into you at a punishing pace. as the tension dissipates though, he’ll be less rough, going softer on you while whispering apologies and promising that he’d make it up to you

Goshiki probably gets a little blushy thinking about a lot of people, many of which tend to be strangers that he’s seen from afar and found attractive. he ends up having these little fantasies in his head sometimes - nothing too intense, and he probably wouldn’t even act on them

but while jerking off, his mind tends to… wander, and he begins fantasizing about these little crushes. he always feels bad afterwards, feeling like he was being disrespectful

lmao one time, he even felt compelled to go outright apologize to one of his senpais for having a ‘dream’ about her. she laughed when she deciphered what his stuttering words meant and brushed it off as something that happens to everyone

even if Goshiki’s dating someone by his third year, he may still be pretty nervous when it comes to sex. though, by the time you two actually start becoming sexually active, his drive to be ‘the best’ (yes, even at sex) is simply stronger than his nervousness

at first, you’ll likely suggest mutual masturbation so you can learn how the other likes being touched - he may not be 100% on-board at first, being impatient to jump right in and learn first-hand what you like, but he eventually realizes that it’s a good first step and agrees

he’ll need you to guide him yourself the first few times he touches you. gently grip his hair and guide his mouth where you want him, talk him through how you want him to finger you, give him verbal instructions if you want it “harder”, “slower” or “right there”, etc

as he learns, he’ll pick up on your non-verbal cues as well. he’ll start to observe your body language, or realize how your moans get louder when he does something that you like, and he’ll adapt his technique accordingly

he’s very eager to please in general, and will absolutely apply the saying “practice makes perfect” here, working hard at honing his technique to improve his skills. boy just wants to do his best to make you feel as good as possible

Goshiki always wants to be as close to your face as he can be because he loves hearing your pretty voice right up in his ear. as smug as it makes him, he still can’t help the blush on his face everytime he hears you cry out and whimper for him

for him.

you’ll actually make this boy short circuit if you moan his name while he’s touching you. he’ll tense up for a second, and then immediately go feral, working his tongue or fingers harder until you forget everything else but his name

he’s such a sucker for eating you out - he’s grown addicted to having your thighs wrapped around his head while he’s lapping his tongue at your clit and reveling in the gorgeous sounds of you sobbing his name

now everyone and their grandmother already headcanons this, but c’mon - praise kink. Goshiki fucking devours any praise you throw at him, be it about his physique or skill

it’s a way to boost his ego and bring out the more smug, dom side to him that makes him want to fuck you until you cry

#kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #goshiki x reader #kuroo smut #osamu smut #goshiki smut #kuroo tetsurou #miya osamu #goshiki tsutomu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo tetsurou x reader #osamu miya x reader #goshiki tsutomu x reader

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misschifuyu · 3 years

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Idk if ur still taking requests but I need more Sanzu and Kazutora general headcanons dhsnnwkwj

- yess bby, when you sent this is in was still taking requests dw !! and here you go ♡ some more sanzu content, especially after yesterday's chapter omgkdks

Sanzu and Kazutora general headcanons

characters: sanzu + kazutora hanemiya

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Sanzu

so we all now know that sanzu is a loyal person, but can also easily slip into lying to others. and he's good at keeping this facade for as long as he deems necessary

he's most likely someone who won't trust another easily, and as a result, won't feel much remorse if he must go against someone he seemingly knows or gets along with

it's probably a mechanism he goes with to prevent any feelings to get involved when it came down to facing the truth of the situation

it just makes things easier at the end of the day

much unlike the other toman members, this won't affect the way he acts. he's a cocky person, and will display a smile as often as he likes

he doesn't let stupid little gang troubles get to him, and will keep himself by the sidelines as long as he can before jumping into any situation

it's not recommendable to get on the wrong side of this guy. he will act as an ally, if you happen to be on the same side of the coin as he is, or show you no interest right before he makes a move that will undoubtedly leave you losing the game

he's stealthy, that's probably the most fitting word for him

now, to weave all of this into his interactions with a possible s/o, it's a complicated situation

he will express his liking towards you in an openly manner, in the sense that he will always praise you for any little thing you'd do, if you worked with him, or simply linger around you more than he'd do with others

but don't expect him to start confessing out of the blue

no, he will take his time

he doesn't need you to turn on him upon learning that he held a certain fondness towards you and use it against him, so he'd make sure you weren't involved with any sketchy outsiders first

this could take him months, so if you also happen to grow a feeling towards him, don't expect to get anything out of him other than the frequent compliments

when he eventually convinces himself that you pose no threat, he will, of course, approach you

not a single sense of nerves when he told you about it, and it would pay off when he received a mutual response

when the two of you establish the relationship, his attitude around you won't change much if you are around others

he will continue to hold his doubts surrounding certain members, so he wouldn't want to leave you open as a possible target for them to use against him

even less if you were a simple citizen, with no ties with the delinquent world

behind closed doors, this matter would change. sanzu's not an overly affectionate person, but if you happen to want a hug here and there, he will warm up enough for that

that's at the beginning of the relationship. you'll have to leave this guy some space before he starts approaching you for any sort of closeness

he loves you, that will be of certainty after all the deliberations he had had with himself before confessing

he was just always wary of himself in case he did or said something out of pocket and potentially scare you off

it's not always simple to drop the rigid act he'd put up all the time, so you'd have to slowly ease him out of it, reassuring him that you trusted him to not cause you any harm

when he's finally sure enough of himself, he will show a much more vulnerable side of him to you. of course

his cockiness will have always been there whenever you got together, but it will be a nice change to have a sleeping sanzu laying on you instead of the attentive toman member everyone else would see

you will be the one - though, he may not openly tell you the - that will slowly bring him out of his insecurities

the way you'd hold his face whenever you cooed at him would only give you a smile as response

but in reality, he felt over the moon to know that someone could ever look at him with such a loving gaze

it would make him realise just how much the wait had been worth it to be with you

expressing the same love to you will be an easier task as time goes on, and before you know it, you'd be greeted with a kiss on your forehead whenever he'd show up at your place

for every little thing he'd do with affection, know that he would be trying his best to be able to do so

he was still learning, but he was more than willing to put his elbows into it if it meant bringing that bright smile onto your face that he loved so much

Kazutora

the initial appearance of kazutora is that of a relatively serene person. he never has been one to stand tall like other delinquents, it just isn't how he is.

unfortunately, this would sometimes lead him to believe he was weaker than the others. whenever he's alone, his thoughts will almost drown him with such negativity, but it would all blow over once he was confronted by anyone

it's a tricky situation. on one hand, he doesn't really want to come off as a bulky, almost scary guy, like the eldest shiba sibling from the black dragons

but he figured if he did, then perhaps he wouldn't be so undervalued

he's got one hell of a past record that he carries on his shoulders, but he's far from eager to get over it

he knows the weight that his previous actions hold, and he wasn't going to run away from them in a cowardly manner

kazutora is someone that won't back down from anything, as much as that would throw him into unlucky situations

he also has a habit of feeling remorse towards those who most definitely don't deserve it

because, at the end of the day, he has a big heart

for better or for worse, and despite the countless times this has been used against him, he doesn't see him capable of showing true hatred; it would simply be a facade he'd put on to ensure he wasn't seen as weak

this is a key point to have in mind when he finds someone he holds a certain liking towards

unlike others that would try their best to not let themselves look vulnerable, he would actually approach you more often and try to get to know you better

the people around him would notice his increase of kindness whenever you were around, and they'd just let him go with it

he didn't want to come past as someone unapproachable, especially to the person who he had found an interest in

he will be the one to, eventually, confess

it would take him some self convincing to push himself and tell you, because he's afraid of rejection, in any situation

when you tell him that you feel the same way, this guy will be on cloud 9, and won't be able to hold back the enthusiastic smile on his face as he felt a rush of joy

he's really just in need of some love

know that most members will be aware that the two of you were now in a relationship

the way kazutora would never be far from your side will be a clear sign, and the occasional hand holding with be the cherry on top

when dating this sweetheart, know that you won't go without enough affection

hugs, kisses, pecks and wrapping his arms around you will just be some of the things he'll do, even in public

he loves being around you, so he'd make the most of it and intertwined his fingers with yours, even if he was talking with other members

he's shameless, really. and even less so when the two of you are alone

he will always slide you over into his arms if you were spending the afternoon on your couch or bed

and he just wouldn't move for a good hour, as much as you'd try to wriggle out from his hold

showering you with kisses even if you were working on something. he'd always be lingering nearby if he happened to catch you finishing up on some business

but, as much as he loves the feeling of holding you, it will also be of much comfort for him to know that you won't see him as weak or even unmanly when doing so

when he tells you about his insecurity, be sure you reassure him that he's far from a weak person

with time, he will start to believe more in this fact, with the help of your comforting words and caring touches

know that he will consider you a very important person in his life, and therefore, will be very cautious whenever it came to topics related to the gangs

since everyone knew about the two of you, he would always try and accompany you if ever you had to go out alone at night

aside from this, kazutora is someone who will be very calm whenever the two of you go out

on dates, for example, it won't even seem like your boyfriend was actually involved with delinquents

his smile will be so bright, and he would be himself around you, taking a rest from his usual persona around the members

truly, it's a wonderful sight to see him enjoy a regular life, and you'd always try and get him to spend time like this as often as he could

happy kazutora is by far the best kazutora

#tokyo revengers #tokyo manji revengers #tokyo revengers sanzu #tokyo revengers kazutora #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu x reader #kazutora x reader #fluff

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youarejesting · 3 years

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Sly like a... ? Part 2

[Master list] [Sly Master List] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story. Words: 2.1k

Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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It was your dream to convert a large warehouse on the outskirts of town into a home and education center for Hybrids. Somewhere they could learn to be self-sufficient. You would have professors and volunteers, teaching and fundraising, all for the day you could buy another warehouse on the other side of town. You wanted it to become the norm that these Hybrid facilities would build and grow in every city. Allowing the Hybrids to become an independent race no longer looked down upon by society.

You were on the last day of your heat and craving something savory. As it was late your best option was the convenience store that was always open late.

Things were falling into place as you received an email earlier that day confirming that all the items you had requested were acquired. That meant school books, equipment, and more. You were also granted the first loan for the Hybrids, a loan you would receive every term. The board wanted no less than five and no more than ten participants for an adequate examination of results.

You assumed for the program to be officially approved, you would have to show successful results from Hybrids with different backgrounds during this trial. That meant different ages and different upbringings. Wondering if it was worth visiting the adoption agency or perhaps a Hybrid store, it wouldn’t hurt for more variables.

Shaken from your thoughts by a shadowed figure rustling through the garbage, in a dark alley between the antiques and postal office. Your ears picked up the sound easily, feet scuffing to a halt on the pavement catching the Hybrid’s attention. Their eyes searched the dark for any sign of threat before falling upon you, a deep growl resonating on the wind. It was best to not get involved with stray Hybrids, they tended to be more violent. This is what you were doing the program for, to stop Hybrids from ending up homeless and on the streets. To prove that they aren’t dangerous and are capable of learning.

Struck by an idea, if you could get a Hybrid from the street to join the trial program, you could prove they weren’t violent and show that given the opportunity they could all learn and grow into members of society.

“Can I buy you dinner?” You called out, voice cracking from the cold. Your breath puffed out like smoke visible between you both. The night brought you more energy, it made you feel alive.

Cars passed, their headlights illuminating the entire alleyway and reflecting in his eyes a blood-red. He stalked forward, his body moving gracefully but you could see he was hurt, his shirt ripped and there was a strong scent of blood in the breeze. That was a downside to having heightened senses. You tried to control the disgusted look on your face, “I will pay and there is nothing else to it, just sit and have dinner with me, so I don’t look like a woman in her mid to late twenties eating alone at a convenience store”

He looked you up and down, it was then you noticed his features, he was a feline, not a common house cat. No, he was a big predator.

“Do I look like some charity case? Some pathetic creature who needs help from a human?” His words rumbled from his chest in a growl. You wanted to correct him that you weren’t exactly human yourself but decided against it. Stuck somewhere between Hybrid and human you didn’t fit in either category.

“What’s it to you? My reason is my reason, just take the free meal. Hell! Exploit me for a free meal, anything you want, go crazy.” You shrugged, trying desperately to charm him. He seemed to contemplate his choices for a moment before turning to walk away. You scrambled for your wallet and grabbed out twenty dollars, holding it out to him.

“Wait! At least take this; if you don’t want to eat with me, get something warm, and here is my card if ever you need help.”

He eyed the money but didn’t move to take it. Hoping he wouldn’t rip your arm off, you grabbed his hand. You knew it was risky. His fingers were cold, but you didn’t want to linger and make him mad, quickly placing the money on his palm with your business card.

“Have a good night, mister,” He nodded confused about the whole encounter, before shoving his hands in his pockets and leaving. It seemed even if you tried your best, it wouldn’t be enough to persuade him. He was too defensive, the best you could hope for was that he would stay safe in the cold.

What trials and tribulations must you go through to have these Hybrids trust and confide in you? Hopefully, it wouldn’t be this hard to get through to the group of Hybrids you were soon to obtain.

This was going to be a rather difficult experiment and you weren’t sure if it was going to go well but you hoped with every fiber of your being that you would see this through for the sake of the Hybrids.

That night you dreamed about the group of participants being hostile and unresponsive to the program, it did little to soothe your nerves the next morning. When you received an email about the new house. Jimin would have the key and would meet you outside later that day with the other Hybrids. No matter who they were, you were going to make sure they were achieving the best result they could.

The government had registered two Hybrids in your name, their files attached to the confirmation email. The two participants were so contrasting, Hoseok was a deer Hybrid, from a small farming family. The other was a Lion Hybrid by the name of Namjoon. He was from New Zealand and had participated in another government program regarding genius Hybrids.

Altogether, there were four: Namjoon the genius, Hoseok the country bumpkin, Taehyung, and Jimin. You decided to look for possible participants within the Hybrid store, and rehoming center. That would give you a wide variety of variables for the experiment; each would have a different background and would require different tools to help them.

You started at the nearest Hybrid shop. There were several rooms each with an observation window, a photo card, and a brief description of the Hybrid sitting, reading or playing video games inside. It was such a small space, how could they live in these tiny rooms every day until someone adopted them. Reading their descriptions by the windows you analyzed each of them, your attention caught by one playing video games. He had dark ears that stuck out from his dark hair. He seemed fun and you thought it would be easy to connect with him.

Hello, My name is Jungkook, I am twenty-three and I am a fully vaccinated Melanistic Jaguar.

You didn’t bother reading the rest, thinking you would like to learn about him properly, “Sir, I would like to adopt this Hybrid,” You declared, whilst walking towards the counter to begin the paperwork. Once everything was signed the young Jaguar boy was led from his small room. He looked nervous holding a small store backpack filled with all his essential items.

On the drive to the next location, you were the one doing most of the talking, receiving quiet one-word answers and small fidgets. He seemed excited when you finally parked the car, you guessed he was eager to see his new home.

However, as you walked towards the menacing rehoming center, he grew quieter and quieter, slowing to a stop before the entrance. Looking at his feet crying profusely, you realized how this must look. He must have thought he had done something wrong, how could he think you would buy him and rehome him on the same day.

“Jungkook, I am not abandoning you, I am picking up a brother for you to play with.” It took a few moments to console the young man. Wiping his tears and giving him a few pats on the head careful of his ears.

Deciding anyone younger than Jungkook would be too much to handle. “You have to help me find a big brother, someone you think will be really nice and that you like to play with, what do you think? Can you do that for me?”

Jungkook nodded, sniffing and wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “Okay, I can do that,”

The inside of the rehoming center smelt like disinfectant, you explained you were looking for another Hybrid and were led to a large room. There were Hybrids of all ages all playing and entertaining themselves with different activities.

It was overwhelming even for you, so you grasped Jungkook’s hand and encouraged him to look around, “Hey, what about ping pong?” You grinned at Jungkook who smiled playing a few rounds with you, the two of you giggling.

“Have I told you I am the ping pong master,” an older Hybrid grinned, he had a striped tail. You handed over the paddle and stood near Jungkook. “Do you want to play a game?”

Jungkook nodded, was this boy unable to say no. Either way, the two were getting along quickly, the older Hybrid was very playful and funny, even as he lost you were holding your sides from the laughter and Jungkook seemed to grow really comfortable with him.

Talking to one of the volunteers she explained that Seokjin was a raccoon hybrid and the oldest in the center. She explained that he often took the younger hybrids under his wing. It was an easy decision to adopt him. While you were filling out the paperwork, Jungkook was telling you all about his match with Seokjin.

“And I got the winning shot,” He grinned, swinging his arm like he was hitting an invisible ping pong ball.

“He seems really fun, would he make a good big brother?” It was cute how he nodded wholeheartedly. “Jungkook why don’t you go tell him that he is coming home with us?”

He grew embarrassed again, his dark ears twitching but followed the volunteer nonetheless. You were quick to finish up the last of the paperwork before the two came back laughing volunteer in tow.

“Unbelie-Bubble” Seokjin said before squeaking in laughter. He had all of his things and like Jungkook was nervous, but he showed it through talking.

You felt good with your selection, there was a Hybrid for every walk of life and socio-economic background. This would be perfect for the trial. They all seemed like lovely young Hybrids and you could already see them forming friendships.

It was on your way out that you saw a familiar face struggling against Hybrid control. “This is your last time, you know what happens to strays.”

“Wait!” You shouted, everyone in the lobby froze turning to look at you, the cold room felt quite warm with all of the attention “He is mine”

They froze looking between you and the hybrid before letting him go curiously. The injured Hybrid staggered over to you, knowing this was his best chance at survival, “why didn’t you tell them my name?” you asked him curiously but he kept his head down.

“This white tiger Hybrid is yours?” The handler spoke in disbelief, practically accusing you of lying. “why is he not microchipped, or registered in our system?”

“I was supposed to register him last week when I got him but I had been busy with work, I would like to properly register him under my name today,” You didn’t break under this man's pressure, you could notice the more he held eye contact the more he seemed to falter himself. “so that you will stop taking him in when he is harmlessly walking the streets”

The man opened his mouth to argue but you blinked up at him, watching him lower his hand.

“I am so sorry miss, we didn't mean to cause you trouble?” It wasn’t exactly odd behavior, you often found your arguments nullifying this way. You liked to think that your self-confident stare was what made people give in.

“Miss we have just noticed some suspicious activity in your account it says you have adopted four Hybrids today,” The woman behind the desk said, “We are legally required to ask your intentions or we can detain the Hybrids from you”

Almost questioning her, you remembered the government was placing two Hybrids in your name; they would be arriving today as well. With a smile you removed a folder from your bag, “I have a grant from the government.” You said brandishing the signed document, “I will be placing these Hybrids in my care”

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Wildest Dreams

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

CW: mild nsfw; angst

Length: 2.5k+

Inspired by “Wildest Dreams” by Taylor Swift

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

You can feel his breath on the back of your neck as you stand motionless. The moonlight spills in through the window, lighting up the otherwise dark room. You’re holding your breath, afraid to move, afraid to make a sound. You don’t want to break the spell, worried that this is all a dream.

His hands brush through your hair, gathering the strands to move them over one shoulder, exposing the back of your neck to him. Your eyes flutter closed as his lips begin to press light, open mouthed kisses to the bare skin. His hands pull your hair, tilting your head to the side and revealing more of your neck. The other hand trails down your arm which is pinned close to your side. His fingers gliding over you brings goosebumps to the skin.

If this was wrong, you didn’t care. If this made you a traitor, you would gladly spend a lifetime on the run if it meant you could spend every night like this. You knew that you would have to wake up soon. This could only happen in your wildest dreams. But somehow, it was reality.

You weren’t supposed to be alone. Teams were put together even on the simplest missions for a reason. The world was a dangerous, unsafe place, and outside the perimeters of a village, anything could happen.

But you had never seen the ocean before. In all of your years as a ninja, none of your missions had brought you to the shore. So when you were sent to help a beachside town, you didn’t want to leave. All you wanted was to feel the sand in between your toes and breathe the salt air into your lungs. Reluctantly, your teammates agreed to head back home without you. You would only be a day or two, after all.

The small town was full of cute little boutiques with seashell necklaces and beachy dresses. You couldn’t help but to buy something, wanting to live out the romantic picture you had in your head. In a white maxi dress with a slit up the side and tiny starfish earrings, you headed to the shore.

The sun was beginning to set, and you’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Reflecting off the waves were the most radiant pinks and oranges you’d ever seen in your life. It was blinding, and the line where the sky met the sea gave you the feeling that you were being called to something more.

You could have stayed there forever. You wanted to. Maybe you should. Leave the leaf, put the shinobi way of life behind you and spend the rest of your days with your feet in the sand and saltwater in your hair.

It was only out of the corner of your eye that you noticed another figure arriving on the beach, standing a ways away from you, taking in the vision like you were. You wondered what that person was thinking and feeling, if they were in awe of the natural beauty the way you were. Did the vastness of the sea make everything in their life seem small the way it did yours?

You’d always been a dreamer, lost in your own head. You longed for someone who saw the things you saw, and thought the things you did. It was a bad habit you’d picked up, projecting your own fantasies onto others, but you couldn’t help it. You were desperate for the type of connection that made everything else fall into place.

On a whim, you turned to look at the person. You weren’t going to talk to them, not wanting to break the magical spell the scene had placed on you. It was simple curiosity, wanting to know who you shared this special moment with.

Nothing could have prepared you for who it was you saw.

After an eternity, his lips detach themselves from your neck. Both hands holding your arms, he turns you slowly to face him. You have to tilt your head back to look at him; he was so much taller now than he had been last time you saw him. Shakily, your hands move to touch him in a way you never thought you would.

You place a hand against his chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath your fingertips. He wasn’t a boy anymore, and neither were you a little girl. His black hair still stood out shockingly against his pale skin, but those normally cold dark eyes were alight, staring into yours, burning with something you’d never seen before.

His hand reached up, caressing your cheek with a softness you didn’t know he was capable of, gaze so intense you thought you would buckle under it. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, fluttering up into your throat, choking you with something you didn’t have a name for. The adrenaline they brought sent signals to your brain, screaming for you to run.

But it was already too late. He was a lion, and you were the prey. You would gladly let him devour you whole.

You were a sight for sore eyes, the relief at having some kind of familiarity shocking him. It had been so long since he’d been home, and he never missed it. He’d done everything he could to sever all his ties to the Leaf, and he never thought of it at all anymore.

So the leap in his chest at seeing you after so many years was almost overwhelming for him. How long had it been since he’d last felt anything other than apathy? That was what he’d been wondering as he’d stared into the sinking sun, watching as the light shined off the water like diamonds.

Sometimes, when he looked at something so big, something that seemed so infinite like the ocean, it made him--all of his hate and aspirations--feel small and meaningless. Sometimes it made him wonder if he could just shrink, disappear into nothingness and leave it all behind. The hurt, the anger, the hatred. But who was he without those feelings?

And then there was you, standing there like a vision, as if you were the answer to all his unsaid prayers. Had this been any other time, any other moment, he probably wouldn’t have felt this way. His walls would have been up. He wouldn’t have paid you a second look. He couldn’t afford to.

But that was what made the whole thing seem so serendipitous. You were there at the exact right time, the time when his guard was down, and he was searching for some kind of answer.

You looked like an angel standing in your white dress, and the sunset reflecting in your eyes looked like a fire burning within you. He wanted to touch your rosey cheeks, press his lips against your red ones. It was a vision he would keep in his mind long after he’d left you behind.

“No one has to know,” You whisper. Your foreheads are pressed together, your lips but a centimeter apart. You both agree; it’ll be a secret between the two of you, a memory that you’ll tuck away in the very back of your mind. One you’ll only remember in the dead of night while everyone else is asleep.

His hands go to your hair, fingers tangling in the strands. He lets the soft curls run through his fingers a few times, and a blissful sigh leaves your lips at the gentle touch. Then, suddenly, his fingers are tightening at the nape of your neck. You gasp at the roughness, though it comes out as a broken moan. He pulls your head back by your hair, staring down at you with lust in his eyes.

You reach for him with shaky hands, pulling at the tie on his robe, pushing the cloak off his shoulders. It falls to the floor, leaving his upper body bare, and your eyes take in every inch of him.

The want is clear on your face, and you are putty in his hands. You know it, and so does he. It should be scary, being so vulnerable with someone, being so willing to please. But you know he isn’t going to take advantage of you. He’s not going to hurt you. At least not in any way that you won’t let him.

You hear your name leave his lips, and the sound is so familiar. You’d played his voice in your head a million times over the years, but it’d been starting to fade. You hadn’t wanted to lose his voice, and now you were sure you never would. You could never forget the way your name sounded coming from his lips.

A part of you is almost surprised he even recognized you. It had been a long time, afterall, and you doubted that he had ever thought of you much. You were never one of his screaming girls, just a silent fan watching him from the sidelines, wanting him to succeed. You always wished you would be the one to break through his defenses, but your attempts had only ever left you bruised.

But he’s looking at you, and you think he sees you. He really sees you, and it leaves you weightless, breathless, nothing else in the world exists or matters. It doesn’t make sense, that he’s here, that he knows you, that he’s talking to you. It’s like something you dreamed up, but he’s here, and this is really happening.

You wonder if he’ll remember this the same way you will, if he’ll look back on tonight as a pivotal moment in his life the way. Here, in this inn room, is a liminal space. You can’t stay here with him, as much as you may want to. You must cross over, make a decision, some kind of move. In this room, you are leaving something behind, but not fully where you are going.

Nothing lasts forever, but for now you can stay, and you can remember.

“Say you’ll remember me.”

The words come out as a desperate moan as you grasp your hands in his hair. He’s sucking bruises into your skin, barely containing himself. Your clothes are on a pile on the floor somewhere, mixed with his own. The two of you are tangled in each other; you don’t know where you start or where he ends.

He hums against you, letting you know he heard you. You want to hear him say it, but you’re too caught up in the pleasure to really care. His fingers are pumping into you insistently, becoming more and more impatient. You can feel him hard as he presses against you, eager. Needy.

Finally, he pulls back from you, you both are panting are, trying to catch your breath. You stare up at him, searching. His eyes meet yours, and they’re no longer dark as night; they’re red as blood, and you’re hypnotized, totally caught up in him.

“I’ll remember.”

And then his lips are on yours, and he’s pressing inside you, and it burns so good you think you’ll lose your mind. You think you must be making noise because how could you stay quiet when there’s so much pleasure, but anything coming out of your mouth is swallowed up by his.

You’re arching into him, desperate, and he’s holding you to his body so tightly it’s like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear at any moment. Your name is tumbling continuously from his lips and it sounds like a poem you could spend a lifetime listening to. You know there is only tonight, but you can let yourself dream.

On the bed, on the counter, against the wall. He takes you on every surface he can manage, bucking into you wildly, and you think this must be the most out of control he’s ever been in his life, and the fact that it’s because of you has your head reeling. You’ve never wanted something so bad in your entire existence.

Your mouths are pressed together, your tongues clashing. He hooks your leg over his shoulder and he presses into you so completely your head spins, and you’re convulsing around him, screaming his name desperately.

More.

You need more.

The room is spinning, you think you’re still crying out, and his movements haven’t stopped or even slowed.

You feel like you could pass out then and there, but you force your eyes open, wanting to take in every movement, every inch of him, and you realize he’s doing the same. His eyes haven’t left you once, and it’s overwhelming, the intensity of his gaze.

“Say my name.”

He’s commanding you and begging you all at once, and you have no choice but to comply. Saying his name feels like the answer to your prayer.

And then he’s cuming, hips stuttering into yours as he spills inside of you. He continues to rock into you as he rides through his high, lips smashed harshly against yours. You never want him to stop, but eventually he does, stilling inside of you.

He’s propping himself up by his elbows, barely, breathing hard as he looks at you. You’re both caught in the dream. You never want to wake up.

And you definitely don’t want to ruin this, but you can’t help yourself. Your fingers are still twisted in his hair as you force out the words, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Will I see you again?”

You both know the answer. You are two very different people on two very different paths. You can’t ask him to stay anymore than he can ask you to leave, and you both know this.

But it’s like an unspoken agreement. It’s okay to pretend that, yes, you will see each other again, that no, this isn’t the end. So he says it, says yes. He will see you again.

So you spend the rest of the night pretending. In between every kiss, every touch, you talk about the ways things might have been and then you ride him desperately, or he takes you from behind, and as you catch your breaths, you continue to pretend.

You spend all the dark hours tangled up in each other.

You’re gone the next morning before he wakes. You had to be. You knew you couldn’t survive it, seeing him leave you. You had to be the one to go.

By now you couldn’t smell the sea salt or feel the ocean breeze on your skin. You were too far gone, moving quicker than you usually would. The faster you got home, the faster you left it all behind you, a distant memory.

Part of you wished you had stayed, at least said goodbye. But you knew you couldn’t. The night had ended on a high. Anything else would have shattered the spell he had cast on you.

He sat up, alone in the inn room. Sunlight was just starting to spill through the blinds as he shrugged his robe back over his shoulders. He made a move to leave, but a small note on the nightstand caught his eye. He picked it up, examining the neat, cursive print.

see you in my wildest dreams

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vvienne · 3 years

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SANGCHENG FIC RECS

flight of a one-winged dove by bloodletter

Talking at someone is only fun for so long. That's all being a sect leader is: talking and talking to people bound by courtesy to listen to you. It's so fucking dull. A relief, then, to face one’s equal, and no less an old friend who is inclined to interrupt you whenever you ramble. He likes it. It’s one of Jiang Cheng’s best qualities.

In the years after Guanyin Temple, Nie Huaisang attends to unfinished business.

whipped by reindeercolin

Jiang Cheng blinks. “Dammit, they do think you’re dating one of us! I hate it when Wei Wuxian is right.” “Excuse me?” Nie Huaisang gives him an incredulous look. “First of all, they think I’m dating you, and if anything, they’re getting more aggressive!”

(or, the one in which Jiang Cheng has too many relatives, not enough patience, goes through a brother-divorce and finds out he has a boyfriend - in that order, more or less.)

Ponder the Manner of Things by Pip (Moirail)

It's not that Jiang Cheng can't do a quadruple flip followed by a triple toeloop. It's that his mother seems to think that's still not good enough.

Jiang Cheng is grateful that Huaisang doesn’t have the same kind of family life that he does, all - messy with expectations and cravings for closeness and nothing but vague filial piety where love is meant to be.

a matter of time and organ donation by nev_longbottom

This is it. The call he’s been waiting for. His brother had ‘an accident’ or ‘died in his sleep’ or some other lie to cover up the murder.

“Please, Mingjue is missing. He got into one of his moods and he was gone when I came back from grocery shopping. He’s not answering his phone. I don’t know if he left or was kidnapped or if something else happened. Huaisang, please, if you’ve heard anything,” Meng Yao begs.

Nie Huaisang hunts his brother's killer.

no tip necessary by tattletold

With all the nervousness of a virgin in a whorehouse, Jiang Cheng closes the door behind himself and enters, sitting on the low seat across from the escort. The pretty young man keeps his face hidden behind the delicate fan, and Jiang Cheng thinks for a moment that he recognizes the design painted onto it now that he’s closer.

It’s only when he lowers the fan and opens his eyes, wide, does Jiang Cheng paralyze with realization.

They speak at the same time in equally horrified tones.

“Jiang Cheng?”

“Nie Huaisang?”

Your Place in the Family of Things by raisedbyhyenas

No matter what happens, no matter the circumstances, Wei Wuxian will always leave and Jiang Cheng will always get stuck trying to rebuild from whatever’s left.

*************

In which Jiang Cheng makes friends; gets a cat; begins to rebuild a relationship; and maybe, possibly, potentially, learns a little bit how to be happy.

sigh yourself to sleep by merthurlin

“Let me take care of you, A-Cheng.”

No one—no one has ever said that, not to Jiang Cheng. He wasn’t a very sickly child, true, but the few times he remembered being sick it was never—he had a-jie, and later on he had Wei Wuxian, for what it was worth, but he never—

halcyon days by serein

They're in a forest, it seems just the two of them.

"You have to be patient," Nie Huaisang says, "I once waited for three days to catch a sparrow."

"Three days?" Jiang Cheng replies, sceptical. He can't imagine Nie Huaisang having the attention span for that.

"It's not that hard," Nie Huaisang says, "if you know what they want, and find a way to get it for them."

[JC stumbles across an array and gets physically de-aged to be 16/17. NHS kindly offers his help to an old friend, but things... escalate.]

To Distraction by isozyme

It’s the third night of Yunmeng’s kite festival celebrations. Nie Huaisang has come visiting, eager to partake in the food, the arts, and Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng wants to forget. Nie Huaisang has some new lube and wants to see if he can put his whole fist in somebody’s ass.

Lights, Camera, Kiss by MissMagus

When Nie Huaisang gets paired with straight porn star Jiang Cheng for a five-part series, he’s sure it will be an utter disaster. Until the cameras start rolling and their chemistry alights like wildfire.

(Or, the five times Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng have sex for their job, and the first time they have sex outside of it.)

Only the Shallow by hamburglar

When Nie Huaisang gets bored and convinces Jiang Cheng to make out with him, he’s probably not expecting to still be dealing with the guy 16 years later.

OR the story where Jiang Cheng goes into: the Cloud Recesses, denial, some bushes, the private porn library at the Unclean Realm, and subspace.

Blind for Love by manamune

Jiang Cheng is poisoned with an aphrodisiac and needs to orgasm repeatedly in order to flush it from his system.

The first person he thinks of going to for help is Nie Huaisang, who does what any good friend would do: he shoves his three decades worth of feelings for Jiang Cheng deep into the recesses of his mind, locks them up so he can pretend they don’t exist, and then fucks him so hard that he passes out.

Descending by lightningwaltz

“I want to… to not be embarrassed.”

“To not be embarrassed during what?”

“During sex.” There. Jiang Cheng can say it. “In general. Also with you right now.”

“Very good.”

“When did you become so authoritative?” Jiang Cheng wants to sound irked, but can’t quite manage anything beyond nervous curiosity.

dark water by Morgan (duckwhatduck)

There are words, somewhere, for this. Words that would put a shape to the thing that sits between them, would seal their understanding. There are words for sympathy, for friendship, for understanding, for that touch, for this feeling.

Jiang Cheng can feel them, somewhere, fluttering formless at the back of his throat, squirming under his ribcage, but he cannot grasp them. They swim beneath the surface, fish in muddy water - and like fish, they will dart away if he grabs for them incautiously, and leave him nothing but cold splashes and grit.

Or: Why talk about things when you could fuck about it instead?

never knew i was a dancer by isozyme

“What’s a stone butch and why aren’t they real?” Jiang Cheng asks, too buzzed to care too much about not being up on lesbian culture.

Huaisang pats Jiang Cheng on the no-man’s-land between her boobs and her shoulder. “You’re so useless, Jiang Cheng. A stone butch is a fictional hottie who doesn’t make you do any work at all, just wants to give head and fuck you stupid on her strap.”

“Fictional?” Jiang Cheng echoes, having - not a moment, per se, but sort of a problem where her thoughts are going too fast for her poor drunken brain to keep up with.

“Nobody actually wants to fuck a chick who’s too lazy to eat you out after,” Huaisang mumbles.

After leaving Wei Ying and Lan Zhan’s bachelorette party, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang decide to experiment with some outdated stereotypical lesbian sex roles.

lights out by rynleaf

“Nie-zongzhu makes the most sense,” Sect Leader Yao nods sagely, to murmurs of assent across the Jin Sect’s gold gilded banquet hall. Jin Ling, clad in opulent robes that look somewhat comical on a boy of sixteen, inclines his head as his scribe makes a notation, and the noise rises as sect leaders pat themselves and each other on the back for a decision well made.

Jiang Cheng groans and downs his cup of wine in one go.

In which the Sect Leaders elect a new Chief Cultivator.

shadow eternal by rynleaf

“You want me to distract the Chief Cultivator from the Annual Cultivation Conference, so you and other sect leaders can… what. Sign contracts without adult supervision?”

“If Jiang-zongzhu is amenable,” Sect Leader Ouyang repeats with a nod.

Jiang Cheng pinches the bridge of his nose. The pressure he felt building behind his eyes all morning is swiftly coalescing into a bitch of a headache. “Just what do you all think I’m capable of?”

Sect Leader Ouyang bows with a cheerful smile. “We have utmost faith in Sandu Shengshou’s abilities.”

In which a night hunt ends in disaster, Jiang Cheng catches a glimpse of Nie Huaisang's heart, and feelings are discussed after a certain fashion.

Four Days in Lanling by halotolerant

Nie Huaisang looks at him. ‘You are confusing me, Clan Leader Jiang, perhaps I misunderstand, but…’

‘You didn’t misunderstand. You don’t misunderstand. You understand all of it.’ For six months Jiang Cheng has been mulling this over, and now with Nie Huaisang in front of him he can’t figure out if he most wants to knock him down or kneel at his feet. What he does is try and breathe. Clench his hands at his sides. ‘And now I am going to ask you to do something for me. You have to do something for me. You have to help Jin Ling.’

Lean for Love Forever by Pip (Moirail)

Having a crush on your roommate is really embarrassing, except that's apparently the opposite of a problem. Jiang Cheng can't deny that's pretty convenient.

Wei Ying holds it up, a series of straps and buckles and velcro and wow, really a lot of leather. It has absolutely no conceivable form beyond tangled.

Nie Huaisang opens the door at exactly the moment that Wei Ying holds the thing up to Jiang Cheng’s chest, as if he’s trying to imagine how exactly it would fit onto a person, and it falls into a tangled pile between them while they stare at Huaisang in mild mortification.

acquired momentum by mongrelmind

Had Madam Yu known that this is where her son would end up, she would have gouged his eyes out with her bracelet before he made the grave mistake of looking in the direction of Nie Huaisang.

in which Nie Huaisang has an art show, Jiang Cheng is begrudgingly topless*, and there are. Shenanigans.

*Nie Huaisang excluded.

#sangcheng #mdzs #mdzs recs #fic recs #jiang cheng #nie huaisang #ill probably add more fics when I read more fics

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thermaflute · 4 years

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May you write a hc for Baku and/or todo with a black girlfriend

Thank you for your patience! Imma start rolling them out. Also included Sero on this one because the ask was similar!

Katsuki Bakugo

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Your angry little sunflower.

You initially curved his ass so hard because he came at you sideways.

He had that “you definitely want me” attitude and you told his ass to kick rocks.

He was kind of used to people throwing themselves at him so being told to essentially fuck off sent him reeling.

He felt awful man, he really did like you but he didn't know how to say it without, well, being himself about it.

He approached you the next day and apologized. It was an odd one but you could tell that it was hard for him to even say it so it must have been sincere. You gave him a chance.

Months later, you’re living your best life with Katsuki.

His favorite activity was showing you off. He even went as far as to get you on a hero magazine cover with him.

There was quite a bit of controversy. People had some opinions about you, and he quickly assured you he has no regrets about loving you.

It’s not like he ain’t seen a black woman before but like you….you were something else.

He was quick to defend you online, and quickly let anyone who had anything even vaguely negative to say about you know that they weren’t worth the dirt you walk on.

He takes care of you man, and speaking of getting taken care of...

He’s definitely the type to spoil you, he wants to see you happy. Expect all kinds of luxury.

You basically accidentally become an Instagram model just because he flexes you too much (as if there’s such a thing).

He’s also the kind of guy to love matching clothes with you. Whether it’s the whole fit or just the colors, he’s the king of matching.

He’s just a sucker for you man, he got himself a baddie and he’s so happy about it 🥺

Shoto Todoroki

🔥❄🔥❄🔥❄🔥❄🔥❄🔥❄🔥❄🔥❄

Imma be honest, he’s probably gonna come off weird at first.

Well intentioned, just has no game to save his life.

Bakugo heard him describe you as a “beautiful chocolate queen” and he volunteered his services ASAP.

“You are gonna get PUNCHED saying that.”

“But she is :(“

Shoto swiped up on your story and said you looked “entrancing”.

Ain’t a soul has ever called you that and you FREAKED.

Bakugo was about to slap him over the head for that but you responded.

“Yeah you look good too Todoroki lmaooo”

“Good enough to date?”

“I meannnn, where are you trying to go?”

“Somewhere worth your time.”

Bakugo was proud of his handy work, the entrancing was still whack but he figured you were weird enough to let it slide.

You were very quickly his girl.

He was eager to learn all about you, but it sometimes came off a bit too forward. Lucky for him though, you never mind.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah Shou?”

"Someone told me you had black girl magic? I didn’t know you possessed magical capabilities. I’m not scared or anything, I would just like to see it myself.”

You were stuck between laughing and curling him up and awwwing from just how oblivious and precious he is.

You plant a small kiss on his forehead and watch him get flustered, “that’s the magic Shou, do you not like it?”

“I do I do, I just thought there’d be more-” he waves his hands around trying to find a way to explain himself.

You lean in for a longer kiss on his lips and feel him relax underneath you.

“Was that more magical.”

“Maybe….:

You laugh and actually fully explain what it is to him, he finds it absolutely endearing and uses it to describe everything you do.

He’s a quick learner overall and he quickly gets all the little differences and embraces them fully.

You never have to worry about your relationship with him man, you’re always worth the effort.

Give this man the patience and love he deserves and you’ll receive it back tenfold.

Hanta Sero

🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊

Dude is a goofball.

He got uncle energy and you hate it but love it all at the same time.

He saw Denki talking to you while out on a run one day and you all shared a hilarious conversation.

The second you said your goodbye and continued your jog he was begging to find out your info.

He was whipped by you, you had your hair up in a poof and the sun was hitting your gloss just right. If he didn't know any better he would say you were an angel.

He found your Insta and was LIVING. You’re pretty, humble, and funny as hell. He HAS to talk to you.

Unlike the other two he had game from the get go, he immediately approached you the next day and asked you out.

Of course you said yes!

He is such a giver and so very patient and loving of things that usually confuse others.

He’s always there when you feel down, even if you don’t want to talk he’ll just hold you and tell you small jokes just to get you to smile.

He’s also the kind of boyfriend to just bother you and then go back to minding his business. Randomly poking you and eating your food just to see you get on him about it.

He thinks it’s cute, okay.

"What do you want!"

He quits poking you, grabs your popcorn, and just leaves the couch. "Nothing."

"My popcorn 🥺".

He will wait all day with you while you’re getting your hair done at your friends house, he even brings you and her some food back since it’s been awhile.

She’s taking photos for your page and he’s just complimenting you, telling you how good you look and how he wants some photos of you too.

Cue your ass looking awkward on a dining room chair with your hair just done. He doesn’t mind, he’s just glad his baby is happy. He sends the photos to everyone and Mina scolds him on not waiting until you were at least ready for the pic.

Speaking of hair, he got some texture himself so yall both sleep in bonnets.

He be losing his own so sometimes you get back to your apartment late and just see him curled up on the bed with your bonnet on.

You just about take it off his head because he couldn’t even steal one of your durags he had to take the bonnet with the really nice elastic band.

He’s lucky you love him.

🤡🧡🤡

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aphrostarot · 3 years

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Message from Spirit Pick a Pile

Let's get back to the basics and see what your Spirit Guides have to tell you at this moment.

Remember that this is a general reading and some things may not apply to you. Do not try and force it to fit. If you would like a personal reading I am currently offering free readings. Dm me if you are interested!

Pile One (Rose Quartz):

What guide is coming forward?

Three of Pentacles:

This guide is very generous when it comes to helping others and is a great listener. However, they do not back down from an argument and have excellent problem-solving skills. This may only apply to some, but the energy I get from this guide feels like it may be a loved one who has passed for some. Capricorn is also represented by this card, so, you or your guide may be a Capricorn or have strong Capricorn influence.

A message they would like you to know currently.

Death:

People who don't know tarot get pretty freaked out when they see this card. It is a card that symbolizes letting go of the past and transforming into a new, improved version of yourself, making it one of my favorite cards in tarot. The death cycle is a very good thing. While you may not think that now, once you pass through your death cycle, you will look back and be grateful that you were able to do so. In case you haven't gone through a death cycle yet, your spirit guide wants you to know that you will do so soon.

Something they have been trying to tell you that you’ve been missing.

King of Pentacles:

The person represented by this card has achieved so much in their lifetime and created so much wealth that they are now able to provide for the people they love. Based on the energy I am receiving for this pile, I would say that you are the type of person who isn't aware of their success or even their ability to create success. Your guide has, for some time now, been trying to tell you that you have the ability to become the King of Pentacles but you have been too caught up in negativity to realize this.

How you can be more open to receiving their messages in the future.

Page of Pentacles:

This card represents someone who is eager to accumulate success but does not yet have the financial resources to do so. This card tells you to start saving money slowly and work with your finances carefully. To become the King of Pentacles, your guide says that you must stop spending the money you receive as soon as you receive it.

The Lovers:

Firstly, I want to let you know that the same card came out for piles two and three on this question, so if you felt called to them, you can check them out.

Your guide wants you to start loving yourself the way you deserve it. As much as you think you don't deserve success or abundance, your guide is here to tell you that is completely false. You do deserve it. It's also unclear to you that you are capable of accumulating wealth and success. If you want to become this King of Pentacles, you need to understand this.

What they are helping you with on your path.

Seven of Pentacles:

There is no doubt that your guide is here to help you achieve success and abundance, with all of the pentacles coming out recently. More specifically, this card represents planning. Their purpose is to help you determine how to succeed and how to reach the King of Pentacles.

Judgment:

They are here to help you decide what you want and how you are going to get it. They are that little voice whispering in your ear telling you which direction to take and what choice to make. Now is the time for you to start listening to them.

Pile Two (Amazonite):

What guide is coming forward?

Five of Pentacles:

This guide was the person who lived in poverty when they were alive. During their time in the earthly realm, they were very dissatisfied with life because money and luck were never on their side. It seems that some of you have not known this person in this lifetime, but have known them in a previous life.

The Star:

Now that they are one of your guides, they are beginning to understand what it means to be hopeful. You have helped them to discover their hope again. Their energy towards you is very warm and loving. They are very thankful to you.

A message they would like you to know currently.

The Emperor:

My impression is that you are someone who usually rides the backburner in life. You don't like to be the center of attention or have authority. I am receiving strong Leo North Node energy from this pile. In this lifetime your guide wants you to know that you are meant for greatness, and for greatness to be achieved, you must have the center stage, you must take up space. Be a strong leader by embracing the Emperor's energy.

Something they have been trying to tell you that you’ve been missing.

The Chariot:

The Chariot is all about movement and with it coming out it is a sign that your guide has been trying to tell you that you are on a path towards greatness and you are not realizing this.

Page of Cups:

As this is the card of sensitivity, your guide wants you to get in touch with your sensitive side. You could benefit from becoming more empathic. You will benefit from this practice on your journey to greatness.

How you can be more open to receiving their messages in the future.

The Lovers:

Firstly, I want to let you know that the same card came out for piles one and three on this question, so if you felt called to them, you can check them out.

Your guide says you need to begin loving yourself. The sooner you do this, the sooner you will be able to connect with your greatness. You are not aware of your abilities, and as a result, you have been on a long path to greatness when it could have been shorter if you had realized this sooner.

What they are helping you with on your path.

Four of Wands:

Your guide is here to help you find stability on your path. You may be in a place where you are lacking stability in your life and this may be very hard for you. This guide is here to help you find stability again.

Queen of Cups:

This Queen is very empathetic. Your guide is here to help you become more of an empathetic person. I am not saying that you are not empathetic, just that you need to develop your empathy skills and this guide has the abilities to do that. All you need to do is listen to them.

Pile Three (Amethyst):

What guide is coming forward?

Nine of Pentacles:

There is a woman-like quality to this energy. I sense they are in their 40s or 50s, and I think you knew them in this lifetime before they passed on. Their independence and confidence make them very appealing. While alive, they took very good care of themselves and loved being outside.

A message they would like you to know currently.

The Hierophant:

This guide specifically urges you to live a more traditional life because this is the card of tradition. You might have been trying really hard to be your own person and not the person society, your friends, family, etc. wants you to be. As a result, you have become someone you are not meant to be. Your guide wants you to slow down and stop trying to be the opposite of what everyone expects of you, and just be yourself.

Something they have been trying to tell you that you’ve been missing.

The Fool:

As a result of trying so hard to be someone you are not, you have lost your energy and motivation for life. The guide has been trying to show you where you can get that energy again, but you have been so caught up in your funk that you haven't noticed it.

Temperance:

The guide is telling you that it is time for you to rest and recoup so that once you do this, you can get back on track to becoming the person you are meant to be. Take a step back from the idea that you need to change yourself.

How you can be more open to receiving their messages in the future.

The Lovers:

Firstly, I want to let you know that the same card came out for piles one and two on this question, so if you felt called to them, you can check them out.

It is your guide's wish that you begin to love yourself. In trying to be someone you are not, they say, you aren't loving yourself and that is hindering your progress. By letting go of the idea of needing to change, you will begin to love yourself. You will progress much more quickly if you love yourself.

What they are helping you with on your path.

Three of Wands:

As this is the card of teamwork, your guide will help you improve your group skills. They are here to show you that it is okay to ask for help from others but also that you do not have to go about life alone.

King of Wands:

This King has worked very hard to accomplish their dreams and they have done just that. The purpose of this guide is to help you reach your goals and to show you that you have the potential to be the King of Wands.

Pile Four (Fuchsite):

What guide is coming forward?

Ace of Wands:

This person is very individualistic and they like to think that their opinion is better than everyone else's, which makes sense with them coming forward in this reading.

Seven of Cups:

They are the type of person who is lost in their own head and loses themselves in their idealized version of reality. For the majority of you, I do not think that you have ever known this person but there are a few of you that I feel may have known this person before they passed.

A message they would like you to know currently.

Nine of Swords:

Perhaps you've been feeling particularly anxious lately. Insecurities that you thought you had overcome may have resurfaced. There is no linear path to healing, and your guide wants you to know you can get through this. You will have ups and downs, but you will get through it.

Something they have been trying to tell you that you’ve been missing.

The Well:

This card does not appear in all tarot decks, it only appears in this deck. Having this card appear as something your guide wants you to know would mean that they have been trying to show you that they are there to help you through your troubles, but you haven't realized it. You may also be ignoring your guide at the moment because you feel alone and they want you to know that they are with you whether you want them to be or not.

How you can be more open to receiving their messages in the future.

Ten of Cups:

You may not think that a happy ending will come your way or that you deserve one, but your guide wants you to be open to the idea that you deserve a happy ending and that you will get one. The sooner you begin to understand this, the closer you will be to getting the happy ending you desire. Additionally, you will allow it to come in more quickly.

What they are helping you with on your path.

Ace of Cups:

In this particular guide, you will learn to manifest new beginnings in your life particularly in love. As we have established, you believe that you are not worthy of love or that you will never find love. You can change your mindset by following this guide. You will find the love you were meant to have through them.

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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It's almost like turning Penny human has done nothing but needlessly overcomplicate everything that came after. If she were still a robot, you could easily have Jaune realize that, no matter how much of her aura he restores, aura only heals flesh, not metal and wires and nobody there knows anything about repairing a robot who can harbour a soul. Or, you know, use Watts's hack as the reason she has to die before she's taken over.

The problem seems to be that the writers were working around ensuring that this death was Penny's final death. They clearly wanted to create a situation where the viewer would no longer expect/hope that she would someday return again. Almost any "death" while in her robot body automatically includes that, for the simple reason that we saw it happen before: Penny was super-duper dead in Volume 3, presumably stayed there on the Vytal stage during most of the battle, someone eventually collected her, got her all the way back to Atlas, and Pietro still managed to fix her despite all that time passing. So if she dies from Watts' hack, the viewers will wonder when someone will find her body (even under a flooded Atlas, perhaps) and fix her again. If Jaune can't heal her with a semblance, viewers wonder why no one dragged her body through the Vacuo portal to fix her later If she falls through the void—something I've seen others suggest as opposed to Jaune using his sword—then the viewer knows she's wound up on the island just like our heroes. Bring her back to Remnant when they leave too and fix her.

So they gave her a flesh body, ruining her "I've always been a real girl" arc in the process, so that when Penny died it would be a final thing. She's like Pyrrha now. The group can manage a lot, but they can't manage a non-android resurrection.

For me, if they wanted to kill Penny off while still an android, the change needed to happen with Pietro. The less satisfying option for me would be to kill Pietro off too and claim that he was the only one capable of restoring her. I think it's less satisfying because 1. Pietro was clearly a part of a team and I find it hard to believe that out of all these refugees, not a single one has his brains/is capable of figuring Penny out for themselves, even if it takes awhile. And 2. That involves, you know, killing him off. The black disabled character dies so that the neurodivergent/trans coded character can stay dead. Obviously a writer can do that, nothing is stopping anyone from making their own writing choices... but it would likely leave a sour taste in the viewer's mouth. Just as having Jaune kill Penny already has.

Better imo to eliminate Pietro's claim that he can only resurrect Penny with his aura once more. That doesn't need to be there (especially when it created the expectation that something would come of that statement... and then it didn't). Just tell the group—and the audience—that this resurrection was a one time thing. Make up whatever fantasy/sci-fi nonsense is necessary to justify the hard rule of androids not coming back a second time. So when Penny dies again, we already know Pietro, or anyone else, can't repeat what we saw between Volumes 3 and 7. That reprieve was a one time thing.

RT doesn't seem to be planning this story very far in advance. Or, if they are, they frankly aren't doing a good job of it. It's very easy to kill off Penny without turning her into a "real" girl and erasing eight seasons of work. It's very easy to have Penny die without making Jaune look so eager to throw away his healer identity. It's very easy to get Jaune to fall into the void without keeping him around specifically for a mercy kill. None of this is well thought out and the fact that viewers can so quickly go, "If you just changed X this would work so much better" is a testament to the lack of editing done. Or, evidence of a too casual approach to how all this fits together if RWBY actually got that second, third, etc. draft. It's one of the reasons why I was so pleased to hear that Volume 9 was pushed to next year. The creator's health comes first, obviously, but beyond that I hope the extra time will allow the show to catch more of these moments with simple fixes, but huge consequences. No more Jaune killing Penny when her wound looks minor and Cinder isn't paying any attention to them. (Seriously, I keep seeing the fight as justification for the kill needing to happen fast, but... Cinder didn't care. She straight up ignored them after hitting Penny, focusing entirely on Weiss. It's another example of the animation not aligning with the declaration. Show us Cinder gunning for Penny still, ignoring Weiss every chance she gets, distracting Jaune from healing by necessitating that he blocks new attacks, etc). No more Yang fighting with Ruby only for Blake to act like they had the fight instead. No more high stakes where the answer is a completely random, "Oh yeah, I have a kinetic bomb in my cane that miraculously only touches grimm." RWBY has deeper, structural problems at this point, but a lot would be vastly improved with just a few tweaks made from observations like, "We can definitely make this moment more persuasive" or even just, "That doesn't make sense yet."

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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