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httpswritings · 3 months

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cinnamon girl — Katie McCabe x Reader

Warnings: mentions of surgery, anesthesia, anxiety and clowns.

Word count: 970

Summary: Comforting Katie as she has to face one of her biggest fears.

A/N: Based on this request <3

“There's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you live”

“I can't! I can't do it because I'm scared... I've been scared all week because just the thought of anesthesia makes me want to throw up.”

Katie. Funny, extroverted, and entertaining.

Everyone always had a good laugh when they were around her.

Confident, strong, and optimistic.

That's the main idea people had about her.

Only her closest circle knew that, behind the shell of being an outgoing and charismatic woman, a vulnerable and sensitive Katie was found.

You had been discovering this aspect of her as she let you get to know her better.

Always being cautious with who she would open to, she knew that she could trust you but still didn't want to show her truest self as she was worried of scaring you.

“But if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did”

You hugged her in absolute silence for half an hour. Only the sounds of the street and your breathing filled the room.

You softly shushed Katie when she apologized to you for shouting at you.

Her breathing began to slow down as she sighed and leaned on your chest.

“You don't have to pretend to be fine, Katie. Anesthesia's not a big deal for me, but it is for you, the same way clowns are funny to you and I'm frightened just by thinking of them.

Katie giggled as she remembered the time when you hid behind her as a kid dressed up in a clown costume approached you on Halloween.

“What I mean, baby, is that you can open up to me. I'm here for you. I'll probably won't be able to be next to you when your surgery takes place, but I'll be outside of the room thinking about you. If, when you're there, you feel like you can't calm yourself down, think about me and focus only on those thoughts. Imagine me being next to you, holding your hand, and telling you how much I love you and how proud I am of you for going through this, because that's how I feel. The proudest girlfriend ever knowing my brave girl is going to do great.”

“Hold me, love me, touch me, honey, be the first who ever did”

Katie couldn't stop looking at you. It's just as if she stopped doing it, you'd disappear.

Her hand was tightly holding yours.

You could see her eyes were holding tears back.

Her glazed expression was concerning.

“Darling, you're going to be okay. Thankfully, they've let me stay in this room during the whole procedure, so I'll be waiting for you to take care of you just the way you deserve. When you wake up, you'll have a precious bucket of lilies adorning your room. I'll go buy them when I certainly know that the operation is over, so don't worry about me being far away when you're still going under surgery.”

Katie remembered your previous words. «Imagine me holding your hand. Focus on me and only me. Me. Me. Me. You're safe, Katie. I'm right here.» She noticed the syringe piercing her skin.

You noticed how Katie's body tensed, so you rushed to caress her cheek. «Katie, it's okay. I'm here, baby. Focus on me. You're safe.»

She kept looking at you and hearing your encouraging words until the anesthesia started to do its work.

She began to lose consciousness with you easing her nervousness until she completely dozed off.

You were with her during the whole surgery. You couldn't deny that you were nervous, listening to the surgeons give orders to their assistants.

Seeing your girlfriend so vulnerable overwhelmed you with a feeling of protectiveness.

«You're doing great, Katie. I'm so proud of you, darling.» You thought as if she could read your mind.»

When the surgeons told you that the procedure was over, you kissed Katie on the forehead and went to buy the lilies you had promised her.

Katie began to wake up, and just as you had promised her earlier, a beautiful bucket of lilies accompanied her in the room, with you caressing her hair and softly smiling at her.

“Hello, sleepy girl.“

She smiled as she opened and closed her eyes, blinking in slow motion.

“How did it go?”

“Shh... It went well, baby. How do you feel?”

She tried to settle into the bed, but you stopped her.

“Darling, don't do that. Let's wait until the doctor comes so we can know if it's okay for you to sit down.”

She whined, but obeyed.

“I feel okay. I feel a little bit dizzy and as if I have a cold. My stomach feels weird, but I'm hungry.”

Katie looked around the room, noticing the bucket of lilies.

“Your promise...”

Her amused tone warmed your heart.

“Yes, my love. I always keep my promises. Do you like them?” you said referring to the flowers.

“Of course I do. They're so beautiful.”

“They are. They're not the most beautiful thing in this room, but they're pretty decent.”

She looked confused for a second until she realized what you meant.

“I don't look beautiful,” she said, laughing ironically, still with a soft tone due to the anesthesia.

“Look is not the correct word. You are beautiful. No matter the circumstances.”

She rolled her eyes and tried to stabilize herself, as that movement made her dizziness stronger.

“I don't have the strength to fight you, but you know—” She stopped talking as she looked at you.

As she regained more consciousness, she realized you were there and what that meant to her.

“Thank you, my love. Thank you for being here, and thank you for understanding me.”

You kissed her head and caressed her cheek.

“I'm so proud of you, Katie. So, so proud. Not only have you faced your fear, but you still take your time to be grateful.”

You both exchanged a look that showed nothing but pure admiration for each other, making that hospital room brighten up with your love.

#katie mccabe #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccabe imagine #woso #woso imagine #woso x reader

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shinybearnerd · 7 months

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"Under The Rain's Look"

Hi! So, this is a request made by the lovely @shuichiakainx. I hope that you like it, my darlings. Enjoy!

Pair: Crowley x GN!reader Words: 2,4k Genre: angst, fluff at the end (our favourite demon is an idiot)

Story: Y/n have feelings for Crowley but they are afraid that he won't reciprocate and therefore won't declare themself. One day, in Aziraphale's bookshop, Y/n overhears the two talking about them as Crowley starts being an asshole...

English is not my first language. I'm sorry if there're any mistakes.

(he's so hot. I can't...)

The atmosphere inside the bookshop was calm and relaxing. A Tchaikovsky’s vinyl was playing, echoing all over the room with Aziraphale’s humming. The angel scribbled something on his desk while Y/n was on the armchair, enjoying both the music and each other’s company. Spending time with Aziraphale was one of their favourite things. Especially when outside, like in that moment, for example, there was a storm. Even in times like that, where they weren’t talking to each other. But if there were a chance to meet a tall and mysterious demon, they wouldn’t mind breaking their quality time… God… They really shouldn’t think about him, or they wouldn’t be able to stop. They shouldn’t think about the way his fabulous red hair flamed against the sunlight. The little smirk on his face that he shows every time he teases them. Or his laugh echoing through the room. And they really shouldn’t think about how their hands accidentally touch. The little winks that he sends them, lowering his glasses so their eyes can meet.

His eyes! So deep and expressive. Him being so sweet and gentle, trying to hide it in every way possible. Yes, they shouldn’t think about this cause other thoughts could occupy their mind… Like, his physic. So strong and tonic. The way he uses to sit with his legs open, making them wish they were between them while- <<My dear?>> The gentle voice of the angel and his delicate touch made Y/n return to planet Earth. <<You’re okay? Do you feel well?>> <<Oh?- Yes, Aziraphale. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.>>

The celestial creature was well aware of their feelings towards their shared friend. But revealing their thoughts would be rather embarrassing. For both. <<Oh, do not worry.>> The angel smiled. <>

Yes! That should keep their mind off things. <<Oh, yes. I’m going to make it some.>> They replied and got up so fast that Aziraphale didn’t see it coming. <<Dear, there’s no need- >> <<Oh, don’t worry, Zira!>> They were already in the kitchen. <<I’ll make it. My treat! I’ll make it extra sweet, just as you like it!>>

In hearing that, the angel could already feel his mouth-watering.

He chuckled slightly, patting his waistcoat. <<Well… If that’s the case, then.>> Y/n smiled as they started to move inside the kitchen with ease. They spent a lot of time in that bookshop that they could make a very detailed drawing of that building with their eyes closed.

The angel walked silently inside the room, looking at them, smiling. Y/n noticed his presence and turned towards him before returning to making the sweet beverage <<What?>>. <<Nothing, my dear.>> <<Zira?>> They knew for granted that something was up. They could feel it. <<Oh, all right…>> he said, getting closer. <<Did you talk with Crowley about- >> <<I’m sorry, but I’m gonna stop you there.>> Crowley was a very delicate topic. Maybe the most delicate of all. <<As I told you before, I’m not going to tell him anything.>> <<But, dear child- >> <<No, Aziraphale. Please, don’t twist my arm in this.>> They shook their head. That familiar knot in their throat was showing up again. <<I appreciate everything you’ve been doing for me, but I’ve seen it already... I start to feel something for a person, I decide to tell them ‘cause it seems like they feel the same way, and then… bam! I make a fool of myself.>>

Aziraphale tried to say something, but the little bell inside the shop rang. <<Hold that thought.>> he said, fixing the waistcoat. <<This conversation it’s not over.>> <<Believe me, it is.>> Aziraphale turned towards them one last time, mumbling, and then returned to the bookshop.

<<Hello. I’m afraid we are quite- Oh, it is you, Crowley!>> The angel couldn’t help but smile at his demonic friend. <<You want some cocoa? In the kitchen, there’s- >> <<No, I’m good, angel.>> <<Oh, okay then.>> Something about his friend seemed a bit off. He wasn’t his usual teasing self. Aziraphale watched him as he sat on the sofa next to his desk. If “sitting” was the correct verb to use, considering the way the old snake did so. The angel, tho, was so used to it that he didn’t even seem to notice.

<<So…>> He started, sitting on his armchair. <<Don’t.>> <> <> The celestial being nodded, even if he knew that wasn’t true. In fact, he continued <<Is this about Y/n?>> Crowley had a weird look on his face. Like his face was neutral but had something under it. Like he was wearing a mask. <<Y/n? What do they have to do with this?>> <> <<“Gloomy”? What are you talking about? I’m always like this.>> Aziraphale decided to not pay mind to that, shaking a hand like he was shooshing it away.

<<So, when are you going to tell them how you feel?>> <<Aziraphale, what on heaven are you talking about?>> Crowley felt suddenly tensed and much irritated by all of that. <<Oh, come on, my dear. I see the way you look at each other! You’re very cute together- >> <<Ok, now you listen to me, angel.>> Crowley got up instantly, towering over his friend with his height. <>

<<Crowley!>> Aziraphale got up immediately, shocked and horrified by the way he was talking about them. <<What are you saying? Stop it! That’s not true.>> <> The last word was delivered with hurt. The angel was finally able to figure out what was really going on only at that moment. Aziraphale shoulders relaxed. On his face an expression of pity and understanding. <<Oh, Crow- Y/n!>> When Crowley heard the human’s name he turned around quickly. His heart shattered. Did they hear what he said? Both the angel and the demon got white as a ghost when they saw the human standing in front of them. <<Y/n, I- >> The human didn’t give the time to him to explain himself. They didn’t want to see him anymore. He was just like everybody else. Of course he was. They were like a magnet to those kind of people…

<<WHY THE HEAVEN YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THEY WERE HERE?>> <> <<Oh, Satan…>> Crowley was hyperventilating. He went up and down the bookshop with a hand on his forehead. Whispering <<It’s over. I fucked all up… I know I would…>>

Aziraphale was shocked and unamused. <<That’s why you didn’t tell them? My God, you’re an idiot!>> Crowley looked at him surprised. <<They love you, you fool!>> <<They- What? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME BEFORE?>> <<BECAUSE THEY TELL ME NOT TO, YOU MORON!>> <<STOP INSULTING ME!>> <<YOU DESERVE IT!>>

They both panted, overwhelmed by all that screaming and all those raw emotions. Suddenly, a lightning lit up the whole street, followed shortly after by a thunder. <<The storm is getting worse. I-I need to go after them.>> <<…THEN. GO! What are you waiting!>>

The angel saw his friends running out of his bookshop, forgetting his glasses inside, and going on in the Betley, rushing after Y/n. He noticed them only after the car was nowhere to be seen. Aziraphale took those and folded them nicely, mumbling <<Lord, give me strength with those two...>> as he put them on his desk.

The thunderstorm had worsened more and more by the second. Y/n was drenched and cold but they didn’t care. All they had in mind was the way Crowley was talking about them. <<Y/N!>> They recognized that voice. They’ll always recognize them, even in a room full of people… But they didn’t want to do anything to do with him anymore. <<Y/n, please. You’ll get sick! Get in the car.>>

They kept ignoring him, starting to walk faster. The demon steered the steering wheel as he pressed on the accelerator. The Bentley was now on the road in front of Y/n, blocking their path.

The human stopped abruptly. Both tensed and angry.

<<What the hell do you think you’re doing! You can hurt someone!>> They screamed as they watched Crowley approaching. <<I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t- >>

<<“-know you’re here”? Yeah, I figure that out.>> They turned around and started to walk away. Crowley was immediately after Y/n, trying to stop them. <<That’s… true. But it wasn’t what I was going to say!>> <>

Crowley tried to open his mouth, but nothing came out of it. He was very aware that Y/n was right. That he was behaving like a child. But he couldn’t let them go like that, with them thinking that they weren’t enough. He needed to come clean. For them.

He continued to call their name, trying to grab their arm to stop them. Nothing, however, seemed to work.

<<Let me go!>> <<Please. You have to listen to me…>> <<Why should I?>> They jerked their arm, freeing themselves from his hold. They look at each other's eyes for the first time that day. Y/n was surprised. They noticed that the demon’s eyes weren’t covered. Did he get out of the bookshop without them? He had some for backup inside the Bentley, they thought immediately after. So it was all for the show. They also noticed, tho, that his eyes were red with a look full of sadness and fear. Like… like he was feeling the same way as them.

With a shove, they got him away from them. Crowley was surprised and hurt by that. But he knew he deserved it. <<Why would you say that? What I’ve ever done to you to make you say those things? Uh?>> Another shove. <<Y/n, I…>> <<You made me feel horrible!>> Another one. <<Wortless!>>

Another… <>

…and another… <<Why should I listen to you?>> and another followed. Pushing the demon away from them as they started to feel tears in their eyes. <<Y/n, please… Stop…>> He didn’t even have the energy to fight anymore. Seeing how he was able to wreck them… Since he understood that he felt something for Y/n, he decided that nothing could happen between them or he would hurt them. But now, seeing them like this, because of him, made him realize that that was worse. <<Why?>> <<I-I love you…!>> Y/n stopped. Gazing up at him, as they take a step back. <<What?>> <<You heard me…>> He blushed a little, looking away ‘cause he was flustered. <<Say it. Again.>> Crowley huffed. <<I… I love you.>> He looked at them. <> Y/n didn’t know how to feel… <> …it was like in one of their dreams… Minus the angsty part of course. <> With that sentence, their heart shattered. <<Crowley…>> <<Y/n, I never even for a second thought that.>> He walked closer to them. <<Believe me… I was just being an idiot…>> <<But why saying those things? You could have just said “No” to Aziraphale.>>

Crowley groaned softly, in pain. <<Every time I look into your eyes, I see them…>>

<<"You see them"? What are you talking about?- Have you gone mad?>>

<<The stars, the galaxies that I created! I-I see them every time I look at you… I made the stars more than six thousand years ago. The more I created them, the more beautiful they were. Creations worthy of God Herself! They always told me it was to enrich the sky, like a giant wallpaper for your people. …But then you-you came along and…>> They could see the change in his posture and his gestures. From huffing and mumbling something, trying to find the words and an escape. To seeing his expression softening, his eyes getting teary.

<<I realised that I created those galaxies. Those nebulas. To celebrate your beautiful eyes. Those fucking beautiful eyes… Every time I see you looking at the sky. I see you smile, saying how beautiful the stars are… I feel something in here>> He touched his chest. <<a kind of pride because you do nothing but admire my creations. But also jealousy ‘cause I think that all I ever did was create an enormous looking glass in which you can mirror yourself. And nothing else… <<And-And if before I cursed Her because She gave me those eyes so that I couldn’t see them again… I thank her ‘cause She gave me… you.>> Y/n didn’t know what to say. Crowley looks around, growling, frustrated by all these emotions. <<I feel a nebula creating stars in here! That explodes and makes me want to see and hear you and only you. That’s what I feel! <<I can not live without you! I can't function properly. I want to be with you! I want to kiss you. I want to hear you whisper my name while I kiss your neck. While we make love… And I wish it would never end. I want all these things! But I won't tell you because I know you’ll never feel the same way. So I stay quiet. And-And I do the asshole ‘cause is the only way to protect myself…>>

<<…holy shit!>> Is the only thing that came up in your mind. And it seemed to eased up the tension a bit. You even chuckled. <<God. You're such an idiot!>> Without giving him the time to reply, you took his face, kissing him. Crowley was startled but he then took their hips, bringing them closer. Deepening the kiss. They separated when they heard a thunder. They both were breathless, looking first in the sky and then at each other and starting to laugh before kissing again. <<You know, I have to say that you were right about the “kissing under the rain” thingy.>> The demon chuckled. <<There isn’t the canopy, tho.>> <<No, I guess not.>> Huffed amused. Y/n put their arm around Crowley’s neck, while he caressed their hips, kissing them again.

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anon-amiss · 1 year

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hello, I have a request of Wally Darling x singer y/n

at first, Wally and the others did not know the reader could sing. One day they all decided to have a group picnic and Wally was the one who would get you. Wally knocked at y/n home and Y/n didn't answer he noticed the window open and he heard Y/n singing. (Love like you by steven universe)

then and there Wally fell in love he could not bring himself to stop the reader from singing.

you can pick what happens next :)

Beginning notes: I love this! I'll do my best! Thank you for the request! Another quick mention is that the reader might be referred to as "neighbour". I don't mind using Y/n at all, but people give it so much bad rep :[

Some warnings: Nothing triggering, just reader being mildly embarrased haha

Wally Darling x Singer!Reader

(Platonic or Romantic)

(a bit more on the romantic side haha)

"...Turns out, I was holding the letter all along!! Now isn't that just hilarious??" Eddie boasted out, laughing while waving his arm around rapidly. Barnaby fell to the floor, rolling around and snickering in response. It was as if he'd just heard the funniest thing in Home, which, honestly, could have been probable.

Wally giggled after hearing the passing conversation, placing the picnic blanket down on the grass with ease.

The sky was perfect, and the weather calm. This meant only one thing: it was finally time for the monthly picnic party! Everyone was invited, which meant you were too! It was going to be your first time at this event, and everybody was very excited to have you join them as their special guest! Everyone came extra prepared, bringing gifts and items they thought would help with getting you acquainted with their tradition.

Sally weighted the blanket down with what looked to be a large sewing machine and a bag full of various fabrics and sewing materials. Wally turned his attention to her and tilted his head.

"What are all these for?" Wally asked, a little surprised she was able to carry all these items on her own.

"Why, I wanted to show our new friend how to make hand puppets! They've been asking me all week, and I thought this would be the best opportunity to teach them!" She beamed, organizing some of her tools on the blanket.

"Yeah, and I brought my makeup so we could do a little fashion show with them!" Julie interjected, placing a few of her bags, presumably filled with makeup, on the blanket next to Sally's items. "I made sure to bring everything I had just in case they wanted a certain look!"

"Oh! I brought along some arts and crafts if that helps at all!" Eddie chimed in, holding out a delivery bag filled to the brim with tons of crafting materials. He placed himself on the blanket next to the growing pile of goods. It was starting to form a little mountain by now.

"Whoa now, buddy! Make sure to leave some extra for the butterfly nets!" Frank blurted out. He held nothing, but Wally assumed they would use some of Eddie's resources to make the nets.

"Do we have to participate in this event before or after lunch?" Barnaby joined, with Poppy following suit. He placed down a picnic basket full of the most delicious smelling food. Oh! He seemed to have placed it on Eddie's head! It's perfectly balanced!

Frank shot him a glare and sighed. "We'll do it after lunch just so you won't complain the whole time."

"What can I say? Small dogs like me need lotsa energy to run!" He jested, laughing to himself with a wide grin.

"You better not eat it all this time, Barb! Poppy and I spent a lot of time gathering the most perfect ingredients for this specific batch of food!" Howdy blurted out, tapping his foot at the fluffy 'little' pup.

"Don't worry, Howdy! I wouldn't dream of ruining our new neighbour's first picnic! Besides, a tiny guy like me can't finish all this by myself," he replied, giving him a pat on the head for reassurance.

"Speaking of our new neighbour, where are they?" Poppy asked, turning to Wally with a motherly smile.

"Yeah! We can't possibly start without them!" Julie added on, turning to face Wally with an excited grin.

"I told them I'd come and pick them up as soon as we were done setting up!" Wally replied, clasping his felty hands together with the happiest expression he could give. "Would you all be so kind as to help me finish up while I go get our neighbour? I'm just too excited to wait."

"Of course! We'll have everything prepared in a jiffy!" Sally exclaimed, jumpstarting the task and immediately organizing the items on the blanket. Julie joined in, working at the same pace as her.

"Thank you so much! I'll see you all soon. I love you!" Wally waved to them, setting off to your home with an overjoyed feeling in his body. He felt so lucky to have friends like them.

Your home wasn't too far from the picnic site, only a few minutes away, so Wally got there pretty early. He told you earlier that he would probably finish up by noon. By now, according to the town clock, it was about 11:30pm. Though a few minutes definitely passed after Wally's struggle to remember how to read the clock in the first place.

Wally stood in front of the door to your home, ready to knock before hearing a quiet melody. Curiously, he turned his head to the source of the noise, which appeared to be coming from a nearby open window.

He hummed and looked away. Wouldn't it be rude to take a look inside? This place was your privacy, so maybe it was best to ignore it.

Another melodic tune began to ring out quietly, followed by the deafening tone of piano keys being smashed rather aggressively. "Oh dear..." Wally refused to look through your window. That would be unneighbourly!

Then he heard groaning and began to grow worried. Maybe just a peek. For your safety. Definitely.

He followed intuition and looked through the window, his eyes searching rapidly for the source of all the noise. His gaze happened upon you. You were sitting at the piano, holding what looked to be a journal and a pencil.

You were grumbling to yourself and writing angrily in the book, but other than that, you seemed to be doing relatively well. Perhaps you were just experimenting with new sounds. Wally's suspicions began to die down, and he would have left it at that, but before he could turn away, you did something completely unexpected.

Once you cleared your throat and placed your journal down, you began to press numerous keys, getting acquainted with the feeling before you began to play what sounded like an actual song.

Your fingers gingerly glided across the piano, leaving Wally entranced and more breathless than he already was. If he had a pulse, he was sure it would be beating critically by now.

He blinked, dumbfounded. Not about the fact that you were talented, but of the fact that you had kept this a secret for so long. He couldn't fathom why someone would hide such a gift.

Then another surprise emerged. Not from your movements, but from your voice. You began to sing! He nearly tripped himself inside your home, not realizing how far he was leaning into your window. He held onto the frame, his mouth agape from the sheer astonishment you managed to succumb him to.

He could only make out a few words from so far away. "If I could begin to be...... I could do about anything...... Could even learn how to love like you...." You continued on with the song, putting all the focus you could on playing the right keys. It was hard to concentrate when you sang and played at the same time, which was why you were practicing in the first place.

You didn't want to necessarily practice for anybody but yourself. You never planned on anyone hearing your singing, mainly because of how embarrassing and distracting it felt. It would most definitely make you mess up, which would only be more humiliating for you in the end.

You weren't a professional, and honestly, you were okay with that. As long as you could finish the song at all, you would be just fine. The accomplishing feeling was worth much more than the sound of cheers. You steadied your breathing and began to focus on your singing a little.

Meanwhile, Wally was lost in thought, watching you with a dreamy gaze. He absolutely adored you. He was so proud knowing he had a friend who could do so many beautiful things. He so badly wanted to learn this song so he could sing with you. He wanted to praise you right there and then, but he knew it was probably not the best idea.

He leaned on the window frame, crossing his arms and watching you intently. He was baffled, feeling himself just melt into the mixture of sounds you were creating right before his eyes. He sighed and closed his eyes, falling into the deepest state of peace he's ever had in Home.

He loved the concocting mix of your voice and the piano. The sounds succesfully meshed to create a hum that reverberated off the walls and vibrated the glasses around you, which, in turn, created what sounded like an extra voice. Angelic!

Then you did something else totally unexpected!

There was the tiniest note out of place, which was proceeded by the loudest smash of keys Wally's ever heard. Mortified, he opened his eyes and looked up at your figure.

You were frustrated with yourself. You were doing great, but you just had to take your attention away from the piano, didn't you? You groaned and rubbed your forehead. You'd been practicing for a while now, so maybe now would be the best time for a break.

You turned your body and got up from your seat. Water sounded good right about now.

Wally didn't have enough time to react before you laid your eyes upon the window. Panicked, he flopped down on the ground, feeling himself heat up. He wasn't sure if he had the capability to blush, but if he did, he was definitely doing it now.

At first you were shocked by the sight of Wally, but even moreso when he launched himself back from the window???? You hurridly rushed towards the opening and looked down at the ground. There he was.

"Wally?? What are you doing here??" You asked, observing as his felty face began to grow a few shades darker. He chuckled nervously and sat up quickly.

"Well.. Erm..."

"Wait there! Let me help you," you interrupted, making your way outside as hastily as you could. You grabbed his hand and led him in your home, helping him dust off some of the grass that seemed to have stuck to him when he threw himself back.

You invited him to sit at your dining room table, grabbing two glasses of water and placing one in front of him as an offering. He seemed to just stare at it quizically. Oh wait, did he drink water? Now that you thought about it, you don't think you've ever seen him consume anything.

But as you snapped yourself away from your thoughts, you found the water to be gone. Oh. The cup was too. Did he eat it? Maybe it was a puppet thing???

"I'm so sorry for my actions, neighbour," Wally started, staring up at you with dejected eyes. "I was going to knock on your door so I could escort you to the picnic, but I guess I got a little curious. I shouldn't have looked through your window. That was very uncouth of me." He hung his head low, expecting you reprimand him for his actions or get angry, but much to his surprise, you just laughed.

"Oh, Wally. You don't have to apologize. I would have gotten a little interested, too, if I heard all that noise I was making," you stated, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Besides, I wouldn't have minded having you listen to me. I can always depend on you to be kind and unjudgemental." You took a sip of your water, reassuring him with a smile. "I should be the one apologizing to you, in all honesty. All that key smashing was probably very... erm... unsurprising, to say the least." You gave out another laugh, Wally doing the same.

"Well, I must say, I just love your singing. It was gracious," he admitted, making you feel gaucherie-like. It wasn't unlike him to compliment you, even for the smallest of things, but you always knew he was genuine. It was refreshing to hear that he liked something so personal about you. "I could listen to you all day, really." His eyes had a glaze to them that you couldn't understand the meaning of, but it made your heart pump.

"Thank you, Wally. That means a lot to me," you replied, grinning proudly. He nodded and got up from his seat.

"Well, we should probably be heading to the picnic now. I wouldn't want everyone else to worry haha!" He pushed his chair in and offered his hand out to you, which you did take, but you had to admit you were a little bashful while doing so.

You both headed out, only stopping once for Wally to ask if he could hear you play sometime.

"Of course!" You responded cheerfully, feeling bubbly from his excited expression afterwards.

"Then it's a date!"

End

End notes: Haha, in the end I guess it was more on the romatic side. I might write a oneshot for the 'date' and the picnic as well if anyone wants that. I had fun writing the transitions between the characters, and in my personal opinion, this oneshot was a little funky, but hey, that's fine! I liked writing it! Thanks for your request! I appreciate your amazing idea!Sorry if it's not what you completely had in mind!

Another note: this is what I imagine he looked like when listening to you sing. I'm not the best artist, but I do try >:]

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kunikinnie · 2 years

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Hello. I hope I won't bother you too much with my request. Can I ask fluff imagine for Mori, Fukuzawa, Fyodor (separately) and their fem!s/o, which they accidentally injured during a strong and heated quarrel? How would they try to make amends? Happy ending, please.

a/n: sorry this took so long! Idk how to fluff this so here's an hurt to comfort thingy if that makes sense? :') I don't usually write for Fyodor so he might be ooc... I hope it's not too far off, though HAHA tagging: @stygianoir, @irethepotato

warning: some unhealthy things here and there, I think?

accidentally hurting their s/o during an argument

featuring: Mori, Fukuzawa, Fyodor x F!Reader

Mori Ougai

In the Port Mafia, disobeying orders can lead to severe punishment. That was what lurked in Mori's mind when he confronted you.

Of course, in this context you were not a subordinate and he was not your superior. You were equals and he did his best to treat you like one. He was so used to having control that in times like this, it was especially difficult for him to keep his cool.

It was clear you were not backing down no matter how logical and clear his rebuttals were. That's fine... usually. His patience must have been thin tonight as his scalpel suddenly grazed your face.

It took the both of you by surprise. It's never happened before, and the flurry of questions and emotions in you had come out in the form of hot tears.

"W-wait, darling I'm sorry-"

You ran out of the room before he could stop you. It's not that he was too stunned to move, it was just he knew exactly where you'd run to.

He walked up to your bathroom door and knocked on it, but there was no answer. The sound of the running faucet water and your sobs might have muffled it, so he continued to knock on it until you grunted in reply.

"...let me help you with that. Please."

From what he remembered, the the cut was a bit deeper than a mere scratch. It won't do to leave it improperly treated - well, more the impact of his actions than the actual wound - or it may leave a scar that will never heal.

Fortunately, you finally opened the door to him. Your beautiful face was covered in tears and tap water with some blood still dripping down. The moment you came out, he went in and grabbed a first aid kit.

He wordlessly treated the area. You said nothing as well. But the tension between you two seemed to go down just by a fraction. The gentleness of which he took care of you must have been the reason.

Once he was done, he grabbed your hand and cupped it on his own cheek. "Forgive me, Y/N. You can slap or stab my own if you wish."

The strange offer made you laugh. "There's no need for that. You're always so dramatic."

After a moment of bewilderment, Mori smiled in relief. He was worried that it would be difficult to win you back.

"But you can't go unpunished. Hmm. Maybe take some time off and take me somewhere?"

His usual teasing smile came back. "If that's what will make you happy, then consider it done."

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Arguments with Fukuzawa, although are rare, usually tend to get heated quickly. You wouldn't even have made it to the arguing stage if the matter wasn't serious.

It was even quicker whenever it came to you risking your safety. It just triggers his fears to fly out in the form of anger.

"What were you thinking, Y/N?!"

Everything you said somehow didn't ease him at all. The justifications just didn't sit right with him, or the way you seemed to not listen to anything he was saying exasperated him further.

Hurting or threatening others generally speaking is no longer an option for him. Even in his anger he tried to control himself to the best of his ability; what led him to grab your wrist and almost break it he would never know.

It was your sharp cry that snapped him out of it. The look of fear that his targets once showed him moments before their death now on your face - he did the unthinkable and now his core was shaken.

He swiftly but gently pulls you into a tight hug as you sobbed into his chest. Regret had now threatened to squeeze his heart until it died.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry-"

Whispered apologies and reassurances of love almost turned into tears. Had you not softly grasped his back, he might have thought he had lost you right there and then.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Y/N. I didn't. How could I-"

Slowly your bodies slumped down to the ground. His body was wrapped around yours tightly as he sobbed in the crook of your neck.

It ended up as you comforting him instead. While you were hurt (literally and figuratively) from the near-twisting of your wrist, it didn't bother you as much as it did him. Perhaps it was from you being able to understand his automatic reaction despite the initial shock.

It saddened you more that he was afraid he'd gone back to his old ways. After all you've been through together, you'd know more than anyone he had changed for the better for good.

You then started to stroke his head. It was slow, gentle, and comforting; it was like lovingly stroking a cat who had just been out in the rain.

After a while he lifted his head and your hand fell down to his cheek. You stared into his red, watery eyes. It felt inappropriate but you suddenly chuckled. He stared at you in astonishment and confusion.

"S-sorry it's just... you remind me so much of the stray cat we fed the other day."

Upon processing your words, his expression softened and he kissed your forehead. "Thank you for being so kind. You ended up being the one taking care of me."

"It's okay. I'm sorry I upset you that much. But I just love you so much I can't help myself and..."

"I love you so much, Y/N. And I promise you it won't happen again- I don't know what I'll do if you leave my life. So please, be careful next time."

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Now here's someone who is very much capable of hurting and enjoying hurting others. His sadistic tendencies somewhat extend to even those he cares about.

There is a certain limit to how much he'd tease and test you. He needed to know how far you were willing to go for him, after all, and so far he's glad to know it's much more than he expected.

He's not the type to be openly affectionate nor stone cold with you. The signals are always mixed with him, but the one thing is crystal clear is his boundaries (specifically when it comes to his schemes). He never tells you about it, not even an inkling, and it annoys you how you're only left to guess if something terrible is going to happen to him until it actually does.

You arguing for it was out of love for him. Both of you understood that. But Fyodor isn't exactly used to yielding to anyone and his frustration at that must have ticked something in him.

His physique isn't strong at all - in fact, one would fear he'd collapse any moment - but the sting of the slap on your face was more painful than any other injury you've sustained in your life.

There were no tears. But the way you stared at him, dumbfounded and frightened, and how slowly you tried to back away had surfaced an unacknowledged but very great fear he had been burying all this time.

"Y/N, don't go."

His voice was strangely soft and sincere; it almost sounded child-like.

You turned around to see his begging face - one you'd never thought you'd see - and the way he just looked so vulnerable made you run back to him.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

His cold, bony hand reached out to yours and squeezed it gently, but he said and did nothing. How peculiarly timid he was all of a sudden; he couldn't even look at you in the eyes.

"It's all for you. All of it, for you. So please trust me."

A voice in your head told you it was a farce - that whatever you saw right now was another one of his shrewd acts- but another, louder voice told you it was a genuine expression of love on his part.

"...can I really, after this?"

His pale lips kissed your hand. "Of course. The same way I trust you no matter how risky you are to all operations."

You scoffed at him. Risky? You? Since when?

He then smiled at your reaction. You didn't have to say a word for him to know you had already returned to him.

"Don't be offended, dear. That's simply the truth."

"You're the worst."

Not much happened after that. It passed the lips of no one either. But you did notice that he became a little bit more physically affectionate that night - not that you mentioned it outright to him, of course.

#i just realized this could technically be a gn!reader but anw #bsd #mori ougai #fukuzawa yukichi #bsd fyodor dostoyevsky #mori x reader #fukuzawa x reader #bsd fyodor dostoyevsky x reader

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bamdelune · 11 months

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Contemplation in Crimson (1/2) ✧ villain!scara x hero!reader

✧ part two !

notes: gn!reader (i tried), fluff to angst, canon divergent but still takes place in Teyvat. a little something for me to get out of writer's block here on tumblr and to revive my account just a little bit

The blinding rays of the sun shone directly onto your face, serving as an annoyingly effective alarm, a wake-up call for you to begin the day. The morning bird’s chirp as an addition. You groan softly into the soft pillow you were initially burying your head in and turned your frame to the side to avoid the sunlight—only to see the ethereal specimen that was your boyfriend.

His violet strands splayed all over the cushion of his own pillow, his lips slightly parted as he slept. Kuni looked pretty like this. His own peace and calm was shared with you too, until his snarky remark was the first thing you’ve heard from him this morning.

“Done staring at my face like a creep?” He mutters, eyes still shut.

A sleepy chuckle escapes your lips while a hand runs through his hair. “Truth be told, no.” Scara only scoffs at your response, albeit a miniscule tug of his lips was visible if you looked hard enough.

Scaramouche knew he shouldn't be indulging in this too much, for he was here to carry out a goal that he could only achieve if he found out your deepest secrets and the weakest parts of you.

You, who was deemed a warrior of the masses. You, who protected the dreams of all from the cataclysmic horrors the world unknown had to offer.

You who seemingly thought that the man beside you was merely one of those you protected, foolishly believing that in the long run, you'd be at peace with him too rather than the alternate identity he was keeping from you.

A sigh leaves your lips as the responsibilities of the day come to your mind. You stretch slightly, easing the tensions in your body before sitting up on the bed.

"I'm getting up." You yawn softly, before a force yanks you down onto the mattress.

Scaramouche grumbles something inaudible, "stay." He mutters into the cushion. There he goes. Why does he let his desires win? What was so great about you?

"Duty calls, my love." You huff as you try to sit up again, but this time, his grip on your frame was tighter. "Kuni, darling. Let go." You groan but you make no effort to fight against his grip.

"I don't plan on doing so anytime soon." He tugs you closer with ease, draping his arm across your waist as he buries his face in your neck. "Those Akademiya freaks can wait."

"I don't think they'll be too happy about their commander missing out on work. We're still trying to locate the Balladeer, you know?"

Scaramouche stiffened slightly at your words. The mention of his alias has guilt creeping up his body. You noticed how tense he was.

"Hey. It's going to be fine, hm? We'll get to the bottom of it, and we can get that Balladeer off our backs. You don't need to worry, darling." You whisper, pecking his lips and jawline right after.

Scaramouche hums softly, guilt still playing with him at the back of his mind.

"Yeah, I won't." He mutters, leaning into your touch.

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#bamdelune #genshin impact #bamdelune's bookstore #genshin #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x gn reader

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theslasherslut · 1 year

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Human Wally darling x married reader ( part 2)

A/n: I did not know that this many people would like my scenario, but enough of me being shook about so many people liking it enjoy reading.

TW: fluff

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" I'm sorry, dearest. I was just lost in thought. " Wally looked at y/n with a smile. Watching her face become red.

"Oh, umm... You wanted to talk to me." y/n said nervously and thinking,"Why of all of the sudden am I so nervous in front of this man? It's making me feel like a school girl again." She cleared her mind for a moment.

" You know how Nick came out of jail because of Bail?"

"Well, yes"

He stopped walking towards the parking lot and looked at her, asking."I was wondering if you wanted to, Move in to my house? So, your soon to be ex-husband won't try anything."

Y/n tried to focus on the question he was asking her. She took a deep breath and looked up into his eyes," Am I dreaming?" She asked in shock.

" No, you're not dreaming, darling. Yet if I may ask, why do you say that?" He faces her and holds her hand.

"What prompted you to ask such a question?" She replied, trying to keep her voice steady even though her mind and heart were in a flurry.

"Well, I just want you to be safe and secure. Also, it's just that I thought you could benefit from having someone protect you. I don't want you to worry about Nick and his temper, plus I want to be that someone who will keep you safe.' His voice was soft and gentle, full of sincerity

Y/n looked down, unable to find the words to express her gratitude. She just nodded and looked up at him with a small smile, 'Thank you for thinking of me.' She said quietly, her voice barely audible.

'No need to thank me, dearest. I'm just glad that I can do something to help you.' He said, a soft smile playing on his lips. He leaned in and kissed her forehead

Y/n felt a warmth spread through her body as Wally kissed her forehead. She looked up at him, feeling a sense of gratitude and affection wash over her. "I don't know what I would do without you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wally took her hand and squeezed it gently. "You don't have to worry about that," he said. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Y/n smiled, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in Wally's presence. They sat there for a few moments, enjoying each other's company and the peacefulness of the park. Eventually, they decided to head back to Wally's apartment, where they could relax and watch a movie together.

As they walked back, Wally put his arm around y/n's shoulder, pulling her close to him. Y/n felt a sense of contentment and happiness as they walked together, feeling grateful for the love and support that Wally provided her.

When they arrived at Wally's apartment, they settled onto the couch and started watching a romantic comedy. Y/n snuggled up against Wally, feeling his warmth and his steady heartbeat. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that she was safe and loved in Wally's arms.

As the movie played on, y/n felt herself drifting off to sleep, feeling more content and at ease than she had in a long time. She knew that she had found someone special in Wally, someone who would always be there for her and support her, no matter what challenges they faced together.

Y/n woke up to the sound of the movie's end credits. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, feeling a bit disoriented. Wally looked over at her and smiled. "Did you sleep well?" he asked.

Y/n nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you," she said.

Wally chuckled. "It's okay, I don't mind," he said. "Besides, you looked so peaceful and adorable when you were sleeping."

Y/n blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and happiness. She looked up at Wally, feeling a sense of gratitude and affection for him. "Thank you for everything," she said. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Wally leaned in and kissed her on the forehead again. "You don't have to worry about that," he said. "I'll always be here for you."

Y/n smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and safety in Wally's presence. They sat there for a few moments, enjoying each other's company and the peacefulness of the apartment. Eventually, they decided to go to bed, feeling tired but content after their long day.

As they got ready for bed, Y/n felt a sense of nervousness and excitement. She had never been in a relationship after nick, but she felt a strong connection to Wally. She climbed into bed and snuggled up against him, feeling his warmth and his steady heartbeat. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that she was safe and loved in Wally's arms.

As they drifted off to sleep, Y/n felt a sense of contentment and happiness. She knew that she had found someone special in Wally, someone who would always be there for her and support her, no matter what challenges they faced together. She felt grateful for the love and support that Wally provided her, and she knew that she was lucky to have him in her life.

Tag list: @rainingdandelion

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling x reader

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mariondeux · 2 years

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hello! i was wondering if i could request madara with a shy reader who doesn’t have a lot of self confidence. he encourages them with praise to try and help them be more confident, but he notices how they react and realizes that oh… they have a praise kink… and things escalate from there! also if you could include a uhh size difference kink in there (where reader is a lot shorter than madara) that would be cool too! thanks so much!

— SYNOPSIS ; Taking some time to observe and realize the fact that you had a praise kink, he takes advantage of that and makes sure you’re on cloud nine.

CW ; SEMI-NSFW, Praise kink, size difference

WORD COUNT ; 557

PAIRING ; Madara Mikejima x Short!GN!Reader

A/N ; I love Madara’s character so much! Although figuring out dialogue for him is a bit hard..

There was no way Madara could ever doubt his love for you.

He made sure to compliment you nearly every day because he was aware that you lacked confidence. He praised every minor and significant accomplishment you made, complemented your stunning appearance, and did so much more.

He first didn't pay much attention to it, but as the weeks passed and the two of you started to develop a relationship, he began to take notice of how you responded to his praise in contrast to that of others. like how you would react to him much more strongly.

He only realized you have a praise kink after taking the time to observe you.

He thus exploited that opportunity when you two were alone together.

“Been working hard, darling? You’re so good at what you do,” Madara chuckled, placing a hand on your shoulder. His thumb lightly rubbed your shoulder, and as a result of the complement and the contact, you felt heat rising from below and your face flared up.

“T-Thank you, Madara! I was actually just about to take a break..” You swallowed, working up the courage as you closed your laptop, “Wanna go out with me to get a drink?”

Madara nodded, “We can, but..”

You felt your hope deter just a bit..

“I was actually thinking of something else that I’d love to do with my dearest,” Madara's hand rose to cup your face, his thumb brushing over the bottom of your lip

Your mind was running at a thousand miles per hour you nearly malfunctioned.

“Like.. what?”

He pulled you up from your seat with such ease that he leaned down and kissed you. He bent down to keep his lips on yours for a little while longer before releasing them and had you wrap your legs around his waist.

“You’re so small under me, you’re like a fragile little doll,” He pressed kisses along your collarbone, “So cute.”

You hadn't planned on Madara praising you in such an intimate way or becoming so close to you in this way. While trying to hold back an embarrassing whine in response to his gestures, you had the feeling that you were in heaven.

“Madara.. I love you!” You gasped as his hands slid down your body and he softly nipped your skin, grasping at his arms. He felt you up while caressing you and slipping his hands beneath your shirt.

“Please.. Make me yours.”

“You should’ve said so sooner that you had a praise kink! You’re so adorable when you look like this, red and writhing each time I praise you..” Your torso was no longer in his hands; instead, he carefully undressed you and left a pile of clothing right next to the two of you.

“But that’s so.. embarrassing! I don’t think I could ever work up the courage to tell you that..” You weren’t even sure how he found out, did you make it obvious whenever he praised you? God, that just makes it worse.

“You were obvious..” Madara knelt down, and because of his height, he was perfectly positioned right at your pelvis. “Don't worry, my love; I'll make you feel so amazing that you won't regret it.”

Although you still feel ashamed, you bit your lip as he kissed your inner thigh and hoped he would keep his word.

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars x you #gender neautral reader #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #smut #ensemble stars x reader smut #madara mikejima #madara mikejima x reader

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tonowarislut · 1 year

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PAKUNODA X READER

! Soft content !

You have a period and your lovely girlfriend Pakunoda cuddle and spoil you with all her care and love for you. Healthy relationship.

(English is not my first language sorry for eventual errors)

It was night and you were lying on your bed, suffering, having cramps.

Why? Because your period came.

You always suffered during your period.

You even went to the doctor to see if something was wrong but they always said you were fine and the only thing you could do was taking strong painkillers and rest.

And you always did just that but you suffered anyway. Sometimes it was unbearable.

God, it was like someone was stabbing you.

The only thing or most correctly person that could ease your pain was your Girlfriend.

Pakunoda.

She was so kind, always patient and caring.

She was the perfect partner. You could tell her everything, from serious topics to stupid things.

You had something on your mind? She would know and not thanks to her nen but because she was really empathic and would help you out, talking to you.

You were so greatfull, it was the first time you could really rely on someone, like this.

Of course you did the same for her.

You gave her all the love she missed and could think of, you listened to her and tried to remember everything about the little things she loved so you could surprise her.

You loved making her happy.

And oh lord she did the same and that made you go crazy. You loved her so much.

You would do anything for her and she would do anything for you.

It was that kind of relationship.

Best friend, lovers, soulmates, everything and at the same nothing could describe how strong your relationship was.

Your were perfect together. Even when things weren't easy you would make it together. Always.

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You shook the sleeping Pakunoda that was on the left side of the bed and said hesitantly whispering "Paku..."

She woke up immediately, looking at you.

"what is it my love? Are you in pain? Do you need something?" She asked you with that husky voice of hers.

You admired her for a few seconds before answering. She was so beautiful.

Everytime you looked at her your heart fluttered.

"i'm having bad cramps, i'm sorry if i woke you up but i really can't stand up right now. Can you make me some relaxing herbal tea (infusion)? And give me my painkillers?" You asked troubled.

Pakunoda taking off the blankets answered "of course darling. I'll be back in a few. Try to relax"

You look at her again.

Oh gosh how much you loved her.

After 10 minutes she came back not with just the warm herbal tea/infusion and the painkillers you asked but also with some dark chocolate biscuits(or anything you want/like) and a heating pad.

She knew you so well. She always took care of you, spoiling you.

Pakunoda always knew what you needed before you even realized.

She put everything on your nightstand and laying down on the bed, near you, she helped you putting on the heating pad.

Soon after eating, drinking and taking your painkillers she hugged and cuddled you, moving your head from your pillows to her comfy and warm breasts.

"tomorrow you will feel better my love, don't worry" she said massaging your lower belly.

That instantly relaxed you. Her voice and presence was always so calming.

You looked at her from below and told her softly "I love you Paku. I don't know what i would do without you. Be careful and don't die"

She laughed and said "hahaha don't worry darling i'm not dying anytime soon. I won't EVER leave you. You are stuck with me till we became some old grannies without teeth"

You laughed at the thought of you and her being old shits laughing at a child that just fell, sipping some tea on your garden while cuddling your white cat.

"oh gosh hahahaha yeah till we are old" you answered loving the idea and closing your eyes.

That was a peaceful night.

#pakunoda x reader #pakunoda #hxh #period problems #cuddle #lgbtq #anime #love

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newbordeaux · 3 months

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Guess who wrote cullen/inquisitor fanfiction in the year of our lord 2024

#as usual i am cringe but i am free <3 this is the scene at the stupid wooden table but reimagined. with a freaky goth mage #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #cullen x inquisitor #<- fuck it we ball #c: aaliyah #x: darling won't you ease my worried mind #*writing #big big thank u to dany for editing. and writing the summary bc i was suffering

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rossellini-tyrell · 8 months

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Nothing's Gonna Change My World

Ch. 7 - Set Me On A Silver Sun (for i know that i'm free) II

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 8

Word Count: 4,230

Warnings:

HUGE TRIGGER WARNING

This chapter contains references to the events of Chapter 1, continued discussion of periods (not that graphic), vomiting (not that graphic) Pairing: Pavitr x F!Reader also found on AO3 and Wattpad.

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It's dark when you next awaken. The first thing that comes to your mind is hot hot hot its hot its burning It feels as if someone's lit a candle just under your nose, dangerously close to your delicate skin. Something heavy, cold, dense sits low in your stomach, you wet your lips and find the sour, acrid aftertaste of chalk. You ease yourself up onto your elbows. Immediately, you realize this was the wrong choice, the something in your stomach shifts, and your belly roils. Head swimming, you stumble off the bed, almost falling all the way down the few steps away your bathroom is. The automatic light clicks on (when did you have that put in?) and you fling yourself over the toilet, now desperately trying to rid yourself of that awful something sitting inside you. Your body is wracked with harsh coughs, fresh tears run steaming hot down your cheeks from the pain.

"H-help. Help," you sputter, seeking comfort as if there was someone to give it.

Behind you, there's thumping, footsteps, closer and closer. "Oh, you poor thing, I'm right here," a soft lament comes from the doorway. The presence comes closer, kneels next to you where you're hunched over. One hand sweeps across your sweaty forehead to make sure there's no hair in your way. The other presses its heel between your shoulder blades, rubbing firm, rhythmic back and forth motions to ground you. You tip your head to one side as much as you dare and find Pavitr there, his eyebrows knitted and his lips quirked into a worried frown. You see the tub behind where he's perched and remember that this isn't your bathroom, nor your apartment. "Make it stop, it hurts," you plead, beg of him as you retch into the bowl. His hand moves to pet your head. "I know, darling, I know," he sadly commiserates, knowing that not even Spider-Man has the power to spare you this pain. "It will be over so soon, I promise you're almost done, you're doing so well,"

"Pavu, please, help," you cry. You can't keep your head up for very long before the next wave of coughing and spasming starts. "Hey, sweet girl, it's okay. I know, I know, I know, it hurts, I know," croons Pavitr, who gives your back a brisk rub. "But I'm here now, and it won't be like this for long. You'll feel better soon, I promise," he assures. You can respond only with a pained sob. "Shhhhh, shhhhh, shhhh, it's okay," he soothes, plants a kiss against the back of your neck. "You're fine, you're fine, everything's fine now," he reassures as you lift your head, loll to one side to rest against one of your arms. "Shh, shh, it's okay, baby girl, shh, shh, shh..." You stay there for a while, your boyfriend's hands soothing over your head and upper back as you wait to see if anything else happens. The silence is broken only by the occasional comforting sound spilling from Pavitr's lips, puffs of breath tickling your cheek. Eventually, you ache for the relief from the heat on your face, you lay down and press your cheek against the blessedly cool tile floor. "S'cold," you mutter. Above you, you hear Pavitr's fond huff. "Better?" he asks. "Mmm," You hum, afraid to move your head too much lest it sets you off. You feel a tissue gently dabbed on your lips to clean you up, then one hand under your head that cradles you against a chest, depriving you of the very nice cold floor. You make your displeasure known with a high grumble. "Hey, hey, hey, c'mere, c'mon," he tuts, taking advantage of his full power to easily get off the ground with only his legs. Pleasantly cool lips press against your forehead. "Still too warm," he remarks. "Hot," you mewl into the crook of Pavitr's neck. "Yes, my brave girl, I gotchu. Let's go, here we go," your boyfriend walks you back to his bed, lays you down, and carefully folds the blankets around you, as if you'd break if left unattended. Your forehead crinkles when you feel his presence depart, and it feels so wrong. "Pavu, Pav d-don't go-," you call out, feeling so lost in your feverish haze. "Don't fret, dove, I'm right here, right here," his comfort is immediate, resounding. You feel one hand caress your temple, the other presses something so wonderfully cool and damp to your forehead, keeping the stuffy heat at bay. "Feels better, yeah?" "Mmm, yeah," you slur, relaxing. You feel arms wind around you from the side, pulling you against a shoulder. Lips peck the top of your head and you're soon pulled back under, under, under. ----

"Hey, (You), hey," a syrupy sweet voice trickles into your ears. "Wha...Pav?" you blearily husk. The room is tinged the purple-pink of the first minutes of dawn, the highlights catch in Pavitr's raven-toned waves. "Hi," he rasps in the fondest way possible, you can just make out the white of his teeth in his smile. One of his thumbs is strumming on your cheek while the other brushes hair off your clammy forehead. "Hey," you respond. You notice that at some point, he's ditched the t-shirt, he's bare-chested save for his track pants. "Sit up for me a second, sweet girl," he gently commands. You try your best to push yourself up through your hands, but fail. No matter, Pavitr scoops you into his lap anyway. "There you go, that's my girl," he praises, even though he did most of the heavy lifting. His lips find your brow, leave a squishy kiss there when he feels the stubborn warmth. "Pav, whathabbened," you yawn. Instantly, you notice a chill on your skin, and not the welcome kind. "Your fever is really high. You've completely sweat through your shirt, ahava," he explains, already starting to peel it up your torso. "...Oh," you reply, realizing how sticky the fabric had become as it's removed. "That's okay, I've gotcha, sonu. Here we go, let me just—" Pavitr frees you from the damp shirt, and covers up your exposed upper body with a big, fluffy towel as you rest your head on his bare chest. He starts to wipe you down as best he can. "—yeah. Let me take care of you," he murmurs. Big hands sweep up and down your ribcage, your back, the curve of your shoulders with a tenderness you initially might not have expected from a superhero, the touch is firm, yet loving, purposeful. A part of you, very quiet now from your illness, hopes he'll do it again someday, without the towel between you.

"Whuh—hey!" you yelp. Pavitr has accidentally poked you square in the boob, and they're tender at this point in the cycle. "Shit, sorry, I'm so sorry dove, I'll be more careful," he profusely apologizes, his hands immediately becoming oh so gentle. Through the haze of your fever, you can see his face fall in a way that it does when he sees stray dogs in the street. "Perv," you quip. You watch Pavitr's head snap up at breakneck speed, face fixed with a horrified expression. One that deflates in relief once he sees the fond smirk you used up most of your energy to muster. "You can't scare me like that, darling," he halfheartedly reprimands, dropping a kiss on your hair. "Deserved it for poking my boob..." you trail off. Pavitr sniffs a grin, and reaches behind him to retrieve a shirt. His shirt, to be specific, the one he'd worn that evening. "I won't stand for this character assassination. I will not be branded a masked vigilante who pokes boobs for personal gain," he banters. He carefully feeds each of your arms through the sleeves of the shirt, and works it down your torso. Even through your stuffy nose, you can smell him on you, it's comforting in a deeply visceral way and it makes everything a little bit more okay. "Hehe, masked boob-poker," you chuckle. Everything seems much funnier when you're running a fever. "Hush now, funny girl," Pavitr purrs, and leans forward to kiss at the tip of your nose. He shifts you in his hold and brings a straw to your chapped lips. You hesitantly sip, nervous about getting an upset stomach again. It's some kind of sports drink, the kind you'd only drink in times like this. It's cool and it feels nice on your raw throat. "Still tired," you say. "I bet," he agrees. "You've had quite a rough night. More sleep is what you need, sweet girl," You're laid back down onto the mattress, you notice that there's a towel now between you and the sheet. You hear the echo of water droplets hitting metal, and then a fresh cloth is folded onto your forehead. Pavitr snuggles right up to you in a very protective big spoon, gentle puffs of breath tickle the back of your neck. As if he could read your mind, one hand trails just below your belly button, splays against the soft swell there and rubs circles into where you're tense and sore. A heavy shudder escapes your lips in relief. "Good?" he whispers into your ear. "Mmm, thank you Pav. Love you," you mutter, sleep readily returning to you now that you've been safely restored to your cozy cocoon, warm, safe, dry, and loved. "I love you too, darling. Sleep well, I'll see you in the morning," he rumbles. The last thing you feel is the smack of lips against your shoulder, and then you find your rest. ----

The room seems so much clearer when you wake next, and not because of the watery yellow light of mid-day. The fog of your fever seems as it has departed, you don't feel too hot or too cold. You turn over to look for Pavitr, but find he's not with you, a hot water bottle tucked against your belly takes the place of his hand, and the muffled clinks of someone pottering around in the kitchen tell you he's not gone far.

You take the opportunity to get a good look at his bedroom in the full light of day. The walls are a rich brown that reminds you of a warm cup of morning coffee, there are a few knickknacks and cricket memorabilia scattered about, there's a figurine on his nightstand of Shubman Gill, one of Pavitr's favorites. There's a dent in the ceiling above the bed, and you can spy his Spider-Man bangles stacked surreptitiously on his dresser, one sleeve of the suit peeks out of a half-closed drawer. There's photos too - one of a younger him wearing a kurta, giving Gayatri bunny ears, another of him holding a little red-headed girl, both wearing aviators. There's even one of him planting a giant smooch on your cheek, you remember Miles taking that a couple weeks ago. The memory makes you feel warm on the inside, even warmer than the hot pack.

"Looks like someone's awake!" Pavitr cheers, entering the room with a plate in one hand, and a folded stack of...something in the other. He sets the stack down on the dresser and takes a seat next to you on the bed.

"Pavu!" you chirp, heart swelling with affection for your boyfriend, the one who cuddled with your sick self all night, doting on you in every way possible.

Pavitr sets the plate on the nightstand and cups your head to smudge a kiss on your temple, holding it for a moment.

"Your fever's getting better," he remarks, nuzzling your hair. "You look a lot more chipper too," "I don't feel quite as much like shit, I think I have you to thank for that," you agree. "Speaking of which, thank you for...well...everything. That was a lot, I know." "I'd do it again in a heartbeat, ahava," he replies immediately, emphatically. "You deserve all of that and more, it's so worth it to see you feeling better." Flashes of the night before start to come back to you. In pieces, you remember everything, the sheets, the bath, throwing up, calling him a boob-poker, your underwear— "Ahhh, I want to curl up and die now," you groan into your hands, hunching over in a full cringe as new heat overtakes your face. "Awww, sonu, but you just got better!" Pavitr playfully whines.

"Pavitr, you touched my bloody clothes and changed my underwear, I will never recover from that. My life is over, I have to change my name and move to Mongolia," you declare. Pavitr's only response is to start giggling, low and sweet in his throat. "It's not funny, Pav," you complain. "Oh, sweet girl, no no no, we're not doing this, come here, c'mere," he pulls you into his hold, bracketed between his knees. "Look here. Lookatme," he guides your face to meet his eyes. You unscrew yours to find only gentle mirth in his, a bubbly kind of affection that seems to be reserved only for you. "First of all, you have no idea how much of a mess being Spider-Man is in a normal week. I have lost count of all the times I've gotten my blood, someone else's blood, lord knows what other substances on that suit. Would you ever know it? No. I've been doing this for years now, I've had a lot of time to figure out how to deal with it, I have it down to a science at this point. So what happened to your sheets—" he gestures to the stack of folded linens on the dresser "—is old news. It's gonna take a lot more than that to faze me, darling," he explains.

"Okay, but you didn't have to—with the pad—" you cut in.

"Ah ah ah ah, don't start that with me, dove," he stops you, a finger presses first to your lips, then taps you on the nose. "Which brings me to my second point, my dear; I have done end of life care. I did end of life care for an entire year. That—" he pauses, sighs, lingering on the memory a bit. "—that is something. This, my perfect little love, is nothing. You threw up once, you got fever sweats, I put a fucking clean pad in your underwear for you because it took two seconds to do, and you were about to fall asleep on the spot, and it's a normal part of life and I am a grown-ass adult and I can handle it. None of that that even comes close to what I've done before," Pavitr's voice gets increasingly passionate the more he talks. You find yourself unable to do anything but listen.

"And even if it did...I love you. Which means I want to take care of you and make you feel even a little bit better, even if you're feeling gross or sick or bloated or the parts of you that you don't like are on display. In every form, you're beautiful, and I am so grateful you've trusted me with many of them. I would care for all of them happily, if you'd let me," he finishes, stroking each of your hands with his thumbs.

"Pavitr, I..." you try to respond, but find yourself becoming teary. "Stupid fucking hormones..."

"Hey, (You), hey, that means it was a good superhero monologue," he chuckles, wiping your tears with his thumbs. You can't help but giggle yourself. Pavitr always did have a knack for lightening the mood. "I have ice cream in the freezer for those hormones later, if you want it,"

"No, you bought—!?" you double take, you can't believe he remembered your favorite flavor!

"Oh, I did," he smarmily grins. "But why don't you try something a little easier on your stomach first. I cut up a banana for you while you were sleeping," he turns to offer you the plate he'd set beside the bed earlier. The banana was cut into neat slices, arranged in a tidy cascade on the plate.

"Aww, Pav, you didn't have to do that," you coo, smacking a grateful kiss onto the apple of his cheek.

"I mean, come on, breakfast in bed for the sick girlfriend? That's low-hanging fruit," he quips, with a sly waggle of his eyebrows on the delivery.

"Stoooop," you groan between hiccuping laughs at the dad joke.

"Shush, you, eat your food," Pavitr orders, even going so far as to bring the fork to your lips and feed you.

You eat like this in comfortable semi-silence, occasionally punctuated by giggles at each other's ridiculous facial expressions and little whispered praises from Pavitr. The scene is domestic and sweet, and despite you still being sick and crampy, the moment is perfect, a slice of quiet bliss in the busy life of a superhero and his beleaguered lover. Never did you think it was possible to be in love like this, that someone could see you in this state and feel only the urge to crawl in closer. To guide you to his own private sanctum and build a nest for you there, to curl around you so no horrors within you, without you could find you. You called, he answered, no more and no less.

"Hey, by the way, (You), so I had forgotten to ask you about something I heard going on with your case..." Pavitr begins as you finish the food, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, apologetic for bringing it up.

"I...yeah, there was a development," you admit, face falling.

"I heard that he plead guilty, that there was going to be a sentencing hearing coming up," he recounts the conversation he'd overheard.

"Yeah, I'll have to go to the hearing next month, I'm not looking forward to it though," your stomach turns a little to talk about it. Pavitr sets the plate to the side and tugs you to lie on your side, facing him.

"What's on your mind, darling?" he asks, "bend my ear all you want, I'm listening. Maybe I can even help, I know some stuff,"

"They told me I...I have to give a statement. In front of the court," you nervously huff. "And that he's gonna give his and then...he goes to jail for maybe three years? And then what?"

"Ah, I see," Pavitr muses, stroking your hair as you talk. "You're stressed about the hearing and him being released from prison after. Is that what your nightmare was about,"

"It was," you confirm. "I was back there and he came back and I was calling for you and you wouldn't—you wouldn't come—"

"Hey hey hey, hey," he interrupts. "I will always come for you when you call. For anything, nightmares, feeling sick, you want a belly rub, anything. That man will never so much as breathe the same air as you again, I want you to know that you will never have to fear anything from him again as long as I am living." The conviction in Pavitr's expression was steely strong.

"But you can't be everywhere," you fret.

"I will not let that happen," he says, the resolve in his voice hot and unyielding. The implication under the words is not subtle.

"I thought...Spider-Man doesn't kill his enemies...does he?" you meekly ask, feeling a little faint now.

"I don't, no," he affirms. "But...I can't let you live in fear like that. I have to find a way. I won't let you, ahava."

"Pavitr, please don't get into that kind of trouble for me," you plead, cupping his face. "I need you."

Pavitr forcefully sighs, turns his head to kiss one palm. "Fine. Is there anything I can help with about the hearing?"

"I...know it's important for me to give a statement. To get the judge to rule harsher. But do I really have to get up there in front of everyone and..."

"The prosecutor can read it for you, you know," he informs you. "You just have to write it out, and they can take it from there, if that's all you can do. I've seen them do it before."

"That would make it a lot easier," you say, relieved. "It's hard enough to think about it again, to put all those feelings onto paper."

"I'll help you write it, if you want," Pavitr offers, moving now to rub your back in long strokes. "Whatever you need, you've got it from me. I gotchu, baby girl," his nose nuzzles yours, it tickles a little and you can't resist a small smile.

"Mmm, thanks, Pav," you thank him, sniffling with congestion. "All this stress probably came out as that nightmare. Probably also made it so easy for me to get sick like this."

"And your period showing up early didn't help a bit, you poor thing," he peppers a few kisses on your forehead protectively. "Tell you what, you stay here with me as long as you like, so you'll be comfy."

"Pavitr, I don't wanna—" you protest.

"Or I'll stay with you, if you're more comfortable with that. I don't care," he interjects. "I just wanna take care of you, all of you, so you can rest and don't have to worry anymore."

You sigh. "You really don't want to let me go, do you?"

"You have to admit, you're really enjoying snuggling up in my bed like this," Pavitr jests, a coy smirk painted on his mouth. Your cheeks warm a little in response.

"It is awfully cozy," you admit. "I'm surprised I haven't been in here before,"

"Admittedly, I'd had a very different plan for how your first night in here would go in my head," he says, flashes a wink that makes your entire face burn hotter than the fever ever did. "I can't say this turn of events wasn't perfect, though. I want this to be a safe place for you too, dove," he pulls you even closer to him, your face now tucked into the hollow of his throat.

"Mmm, I think...I think it already is," you concur.

You're not exaggerating. This room feels enclosed in a bubble, the excessive mass of blankets you're tangled in together something of an energy shield. His smell, his tender touch, the best of medicines. Maybe it's the hot water bottle, maybe it's the way his thumbs press into the small of your back, nothing has ever managed to sink so far under your skin, unwind your worries from the inside and respool them quite like this.

A kiss lands on the shell of your ear, interrupting your thoughts.

"Did I ever tell you how that dent got in the ceiling?" Pavitr asks, a conspiratorial grin on his face.

"Hmm, I don't think you did," you say, eyebrows perked in interest. "Entertain me."

Pavitr chuckles lowly. "Well, you know how my sense is..." ----

You're pressed tightly into Pavitr's side in the courtroom gallery a few weeks later, listening to the prosecutor read off your statement in open court, the one you agonized over every word of for weeks, and Pavitr patiently talked you down each time you got stuck. Your boyfriend's got one of your hands, and Hobie's got your other from where he's seated next to you. Between the two of them, they do their best to block your view, so you can't see him. They cover your ears when he takes the stand so you don't have to hear his voice again. When it's all said and done, when the judge's gavel echoes throughout the courtroom for the last time, he's being led away again, to prison for three years with chance for parole, and a lengthy no-contact order in place. They hide your face as he's led out, their countenances exuding fury, rage as he passes, they want him to feel it, chew on it when he sees them. And, just as it started, it's over. They take you to get ice cream after, Pavitr effusing praise into your ear like a leaky faucet whenever he can for the rest of the day. There is one moment, however, when you're coming out of the restroom, that you see them talking, hushed whispers of forty-two and pointed looks that melt into soft gazes when they sense your presence. You get a call a few weeks later. There's been a prison break, and all involved have left this mortal coil. He was among them. There's whispers of claw marks and dark eyes, eyewitness accounts of green and purple flashes, they toss about the word "prowler", but can't seem to find the creature responsible. Pavitr kisses you all over when he hears, holds you for hours when you break, the months of turmoil oozing out of you like a shattered jar of molasses. Your relief is immense, but you sense some of his own tension uncoiling, as if he's swallowed a sour candy that's finally gone sweet. "Pavu, did you do this?" you timidly ask of him, then. He takes your face in his hands and kisses your mouth soft and slow, as if to breathe comfort into you. "No, sonu. I promised you I wouldn't get into trouble, Spider-Man doesn't kill his enemies" he replies. You could feel that he was truthful, and in your mind, that was that. Later that night, with your feet tangled together under the covers, Pavitr sees how soft and unbothered your face is while you sleep, lines unfurled and ironed out, the muscle pliant along your brow. It's the first time since he's known you that he's seen this, and in that moment, he swears it was all worth it. He tugs you that little bit closer, drops one more long kiss in your hair, and waits for dawn, the new life he can give you is ready to start, when morning comes. ---- A/N: The exact events of Chapter 6 happened to me after I wrote it, which is why this took almost a month. Also, these two will probably do spicy activities next chapter so just as a heads up. For those of you who don't agree with this character being used in smut due to his age in the canon: I hear you and understand that point of view completely. Keep in mind that the Pav you see here has undergone some meaningful growth and maturation from that time, I'm not looking to go "cool, he's 18 because I said he is, now let's write NSFW" - I am very much wanting to write an adult character who is meaningfully different, and I don't want NSFW to be everything about the story. After thinking about it a lot, I decided that this is the road I want to go down, for those of you that this makes you not willing to continue reading the story, I understand.

Thank you all for your feedback so far, I love hearing it, it makes the typing machine go brrrrr.

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celamoon · 1 year

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It's hopeless, I'm going crazy

Pairing: Komaeda x reader

Vampire AU

WC: 662

Event Masterlist : Main Masterlist

Komaeda blinks back into focus, staring at the blood on his hand. Ah... oops? He panics. Sure, the blood would be a pain in the ass to wash off later, but he just bit a human. A human. God. Fuck. Oops? He was supposed to go home and have animal blood, not a human on the street.

He holds you by your shoulders, and he blinks at you.

Wait. He thinks he knows why he bit you now.

You're fucking hot.

Like.

Drop dead gorgeous.

Well, to be fair, he is already dead. He stares at you, eyes tracing the curves of your lashes, counting the hair in your brows, staring at your lips. You look ethereal in his arms. Shall he just kidnap you and take you to his place? He's sure you'd like living in his penthouse. You can't even run if you wanted to.

He's too busy thinking of how to swoon you to notice you open your eyes.

"YOU BASTARD!" You smack him harshly, causing him to drop you and land on the ground. "Why'd you bite me like that?! THAT FUCKING HURT!"

Komaeda's jaw drops at the sound of your voice. You're... divine!! Even your voice!

You glare at him, holding your hand to your neck.

Komaeda tilts his head at you owlishly, getting back up with ease. He leans forward at you, and you take a step back. He floats as he does, and he grins. "Sleep well, my gorgeous darling." He presses his fingers to your forehead. A short red glow emits from it, and you collapse back into his arms. Komaeda bites his bottom lip as you do, and his eyes swirl with madness. He isn't sure if you'll remember him when you wake up, but he prays somehow his magic messed with your mind. He'd love it if you were to end up falling for him like the other people.

But as usual, his luck wouldn't allow it.

"You got bit!?!?!??" Cressie grabs you by the shoulders, shaking you with tears in her eyes. "I WANTED TO GET BIT AGAIN!!"

"This is why you aren't married," You grumble. "And what do you mean again?"

"HE BIT ME BEFORE TOO!!!"

You know damn well he did not. He looked horrified when he realized he bit a human.

"Good morning!" You tap your card on the reader, and you scan in for the morning. You pause at the sight of a familiar man. "Is that...?"

"Isn't he hot?" Cressie gushes, clinging onto your arm. "He's our new manager. He's so hot!!!"

She's gone insane. You're sure of it.

"I doubt it." You pause to look at the man. "He kind of looks like the vampire."

"Nonsense," Cressie blinks. "The vampire had black hair and red eyes, not white hair and pale eyes."

"Huh? I swear the one who bit me looked like our new manager..." You grumble. "I have sharp memory."

"Maybe," Cressie mumbles. "Well, I have work in the cubicle to do, so I will be off."

"W-wait!" You call after her, but she's gone. Black hair and red eyes? Is there another vampire? Speaking of which, most of your friends had said the same thing.

You stand there in thought, wondering and pondering over whether or not he really was the vampire. Maybe he wasn't. Who knows.

Komaeda's eyes widen at the sight of you. It's you! The one he bit! He smiles unconsciously, and his assistant stares at him in worry.

"Please tell me you aren't planning on eating someone again."

"Nonsense!" Komaeda clasps his hands together. "Surely my luck won't affect them if I'm at a distance? Hinata-kun, I'm going to use a pen name to send them flowers." Komaeda giggles to himself, his skin warm from his thoughts.

"You're going to use a what for what now?"

"Flowers!" Komaeda grins. "Oh, I just can't wait to sweep them off their feet!"

Hinata has a bad feeling about all of this.

#maybe you are wondering: cressie why are there only five komaedas #my answer to you is that dr doesn't have that many mangas to begin with so we suffer with 5 kos and continue to reduce them in number #komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda #dr x reader #sdr2 x reader #☾.events

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shibaraki · 10 months

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Monty.... How do you do it? Seriously! It's like every time I read one of your fics and think, welp she surely couldn't write anything more perfect than this cuz I am already obsessed; giggling and kicking my feet re-reading the same fic over and over again like a lovesick fool AND THEN YOU COME OUT WITH THIS! THIS...this is the loveliest thing I have laid my eyes upon.

How did you read my mind tho? How did you know that I am hopelessly devoted to this peppermint man and that I yearn to see him happy and content; and in every fic I read I search for scenes of him spending time with his family (all of them who I wanna smother in love CUZ GOSH DARN IT FUYUMI SUPREMACY) (also can't help my bias since I am elder sister lol) ALSO! The sweet moments of his friends who are more like his family sprinkled within- Uraraka choosing the chair for his balcony, Momo listening to him so patiently and being so understanding, Bakugo's gruff teasing and clear love and concern for his friends AND OH MY GOSH THE KIRISHIMA SCENE HAD ME SOBBING! THAT MAN! Shouto dearie I would never be mad at you bidding for kiri CUZ I'LL BE FIRST ONE IN LINE XD ; Oh and just for good measure incase I wasn't already smitten you added nori too (ngl reading this made me sit staring at the ceiling abruptly aware of the profound lack of a cat in my life :( My mom won't lemme adopt one cuz she's afraid of them) ANYWAYS lmao something that I couldn't get out of my head was what if the reader liked shouto but told them they were kind of cautious getting into a relationship yk cuz the wildly different lives but shouto just pulls out nori and reader is like YES!YES!I'LL MARRY YOU! (Ik I would lol)

Sorry for this being so long but it's important to bring to your attention that this is not a fic but really a masterpiece that I will go back to when I am feeling down. This fic just seeped into my heart and now has made a home for itself there. I have been having a hard time rn cuz of how busy my life is and I feel like I am wasting my youth not doing anything fun, but shouto being a workaholic and regretting isolation but being content with his life at he same time gave me such a strange sense of comfort. No pressure, but please write for shouto again in the future. You do our husband justice. Ok phew I REALLYY should be wrapping up *mwah *mwah Goodnight <3

p.s. here's a little treat and apology for coming and rambling your ear off in your inbox

ljsskjfskjfjd thank you for the crusty little kitty, first of all! they are so darling I must wrap them up!!!!

second, thank you so so so much beloved. I really do not know how I do it!!!! like you, I adore scenes which involve shouto being loved on, and I find it incredibly rewarding to explore those relationships even in fics that are x reader. I really wanted his life to feel full. I wanted you all to be endeared to him!! (moreso than you already were lmao) and it is such a relief to see everyone liking those parts.

please never feel like you need to apologise!! it’s asks like this that keep me motivated; that silence any and all of my worries about being indulgent!!! I appreciate you and I’m glad you felt connected to shouto here. I hope things ease up for you soon <3 please take care in the meantime!!

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andraxicated · 2 years

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"I always feel like somebody's watching me~"

Pairings: mikey, sanzu, ran, wakasa, draken x f! reader

Synopsis: tokyo revengers men as your obsessive ex

Tags: fluff | obsessive/yandere themes | hurt-comfort if you squint | suggestive | toxic relationship

milestone event masterlist!

a/n: this was supposed to be bonten but I can't see some of them being obsessive ><

Dating him came with the comfort of assured safety. No one would dare cross 'his girl', they knew that if they did, death would follow them. And that assurance eased your worries about dating someone from that line of work, a world that you didn't even want to peek.

designer items, fine cuisine, private jet travels; you experienced all of those thanks to his endless love for his darling. you're someone he wants by his side, his pillar of support, his light in the darkness.

then it was all gone with just a few exchange of words. a 'healthy' breakup that both sides agreed to.

his obsession was definitely not healthy, you were his air. he needed it back.

Mikey

in the bright hours of the night, mikey is looking down, watching you and your date from a building away through a secret camera installed in your date's home before the both of you arrived.

he can't believe you're going on a date after breaking up with him. he hasn't even fucked some whores, yet you're here trying to get him off your mind. the poor taiyaki in mikey's hand gets its filling squeezed out; red beans and cream drip down his hand. he imagines it as the head of the guy who's now offering you wine, 'what an asshole'. mikey can't take it anymore, these coy smiles in between laughter make him sick. jealousy mixed in with his dark impulse was never a good mix.

"who's that?" your hand freezes when you're about to take a sip; continuous persistent knocking that somehow made your blood run cold. it's as if you know what's outside—or more like who's outside.

you put down the wine glass and say "I'll go get it, I think it's my friend." "friend? did you give them my address?" silence ensues because you don't know what to reply. the man then wipes his hands and goes to the door but you quickly get in his way. 'open that and you're dead'

"i'll get it. it's a bit embarrassing but i'm indebted to this friend. so please let us talk privately." you make up a quick lie that the man easily believed, nodding before he turned around.

your heels clack against the floor, your heart shaking to the core, then you open the door revealing the man who's cold, dead eyes you love. "mikey..." your voice barely a whisper as you shut the door behind you. going on a date definitely didn't work, your being longs for him even if you're drinking with another man.

mikey once again got a view of you looking so pretty, too bad that it wasn't for him. oh well, that leaves an awful taste in his mouth.

without any warning, he grabs you by the hair to push your lips forcefully to his and bites your lips which leaves a pleasurable pain. his strong body pushes you onto the door, leaving an audible bump on the other side.

"mikey! someone's inside, ughh" your words became moans as he keeps on nipping your bare skin. marking you as his, licking the soft skin, nose brushing until your legs give out.

his ministrations stop when he feels your pushing growing stronger. his eyes look down on your chest, purple and dark bruises appeared like splashes of art. the painter smirks, proud of his work while your hazy eyes take in the lovely sight of him smiling. wait, he's looking down at your chest?

something clicks and you attempt to go out of mikey's caged arms. "i need to go the bathroom." but mikey won't budge, revealing his teasing eyes reserved only for his baby.

"go inside." he speaks in a domineering voice that makes you stop fumbling. "what? I can't!" your scared voice is music to his ears, a submissive darling that has no choice.

"go inside or leave me with me, your choice baby." his voice together with his fingers playing with your hair does funny things to your tummy. either choice will leave your date in shambles anyway. 'pity he's such a good man', you actually feel bad but going on will embarrass him further.

so you chose to leave with the bad guy, his arms around you as he hides his triumphant smirk.

Sanzu

your shaking hands take the phone out of your pocket, cold fingers dialing the memorized number. it rings and rings but to no avail; you start feeling sinking despair as the ringing grows longer. "pick up please, please, please" a mantra of his name escapes as you pull your knees together, nails pressed to your lips out of habit.

you close your eyes and tell yourself it's gonna be alright, he's always there to save you, sanzu will always save you.

the ringing stops as he finally picks it up. "hellooo?" "sanzu!-" then you heard the anxiety-inducing laughter of women, noisy club music, and his drunk tone. it made you close your lips; why would you call him for help? didn't you break it up with him?

on the other side, sanzu gets worried about your cut-off response, if there's something that can snap him out of his high then it's you. he gets up from his couch, bringing a glass to his mouth until he recoils once he tastes the bitter liquid. 'fuck' "hey you! bring me a glass of water!" he instructs the waiter who bows and leaves.

"hello? (y/n)?" your silence makes him run his hand through his hair, a habit he picked up since you found it hot. "can you come over?" your quiet whisper somehow made it through his ear.

'fucking hell, your voice makes me so horny' sanzu wants to say but he can't, not when his danger instincts tell him that something is going on. "uhm...i guess, why?" he starts to pick up his discarded jacket, buttoning himself and chugging the glass of water. he packs up his knife and gun; checking the bullets as he listens to you. "after i got off work, there was a black van following me, so I kept on going to crowded places but now that I'm home...I'm scared because I think they're following me." you say as your breathing gets quicker, the stress of work and life catching up to you.

"okay, hide somewhere for now, i'll open the door and find you. alright?" "alright"

you stir and find out that you managed to fall asleep, brain still foggy yet you grab your phone that displays '1:30am', you check messages but there's nothing new.

sanzu opens the door with the key and takes in the dark apartment, neat and organized but cold. "(y/n)? it's me sanzu." he takes off the safety of his gun, but suddenly you come out of the bedroom.

messy hair, tired eyes, cheeks stained with dried tears; oh it felt so painful seeing you like that. he brings back the safety of the gun and tucks it onto his waist; long strides that reach you quickly as he presses your head to his chest.

"i'm so glad you're safe. are you hurt somewhere?" you both pull away to see each other and your eyes widen in shock at the blood dripping on the side of his face. "sanzu! blood-" "shhh, it's not mine. i'm okay." he tucks you back to his chest and it feels so safe, so comfortable; makes you want to fear nothing and just be with him.

sanzu realized something that night: that you only call for him when you're desperate, like someone who only prays when they're helpless. he's fine with that, as long as you're in his arms, he's fine with anything.

although, he may resort to making you feel helpless when he feels you're slipping away.

Ran

ran haitani who gets drunk in the afternoon, knocks at your front door, waiting for you to open and take pity on his state. maybe also take him back, but you don’t answer as minutes go by. he looks at his watch that says 10pm; maybe you're asleep, maybe you're having a hard time sleeping without him, maybe- the rain is just falling too hard.

he clenches his fist and bangs the door so fucking loud one last time. "it's me! ran haitani, your ex!" he shouts with his hands around his mouth to amplify the sound. ran then turns around to shower in the rain, to cleanse him in his despair.

until you wring open the door with a large t-shirt on. "are you insane?!" ah, how ran misses your cute figure, your voice trying to sound mean but you can't because you care for him deeply.

"insane for you" his smirk shows up on his face before he comes running towards you, wet leather jacket heavy on his body until it becomes weightless when he hugs you.

"ran! get off!" "not without you" he pushes you both into the house, still hugging as you funnily walk backward with his hand on your back to support.

you squint your eyes from the annoyance of his innuendo; he woke you up from your sleep, he scared you half to death and dares to wet your nightclothes.

but you don't pull away. you know this will be the last time, you know what he came here for.

"why are you here" but you still ask for confirmation and ran replies "i just wanted to see you." liar.

"do you want to have closure? is that what you want?" "what?" he finally pulls away, taking the sight of your cold indifferent face. in the face of a gun, in a fight, in an escape from the police; ran haitani has never been scared, except when he sees your emotionless face.

suddenly, you take off your wet shirt, black bra and soft skin baring itself to him. he audibly gulps from your display of boldness, his mind on the brink of losing when he takes a look at your cleavage.

"go on, take off my underwear" your sultry voice is begging for him to fuck you, but ran is the master of self-control; the control you taught him and the one you're threatening to break.

"this is not what I came here for."

your eyes widen as you let go of his belt, ran is visibly disappointed by it but shakes it off because he has to set records straight.

"i didn't come to ask you for a closure sex." ran takes your hand in his, admiring the soft fingers that have never been sullied by blood. "i came to check on you since i heard from my men that they found an enemy group near your house. we think you're being followed." he explains why he came to your house; after the things you've done, the things you've said, he still cares. he still wants to protect you. he's not going to let you go.

when he heard this news at the office, his eyes darkened, his mind already formulating a plan on how to get rid of the disturbance, and how to protect you. he then remembers the smuggled exotic bird that sells for millions of yen, the one that sanzu wants to roast.

"yes, a cage and a bird. still taken care of, still has freedom but has to go back to the cage when playtime's over."

Wakasa

"thank you, but it's really okay if you stop walking me home." "i have to, even if we broke up i still want to make sure you're safe." wakasa pats your head as if on instinct, it then makes you two shift awkwardly because it's what he used to do back then.

he clears his throat and motions for you to go inside, to which you nod and bow. a bow replacing the cheek kisses you used to give him. wakasa watches your retreating figure; his ex girlfriend who he still treats as a friend.

people said it isn't normal if you guys are still friends after you broke up. it's either you still love each other or dated each other for the fun of it.

well, wakasa thinks that his love for you only grows bigger day by day. your absence and his longing mixed in, making him desperate to see you everyday. to touch you, to talk to you, to eat with you; he's so obsessed that he thinks he's going to go insane with only you on his mind.

hand in pockets, he walks away but takes a glance at the window where your bedroom is. the silhouette of you taking off garments is a sight he gets to see every night. he's thankful that you live in a private village but also remorseful from the distance of social class.

after another night of your ex walking you home, you turn on the lights of your room and question your haggard look in the mirror. you want to lie down and rest but you have to go entertain yourself a bit more.

you unbutton your blouse and take off your underwear before wrapping a towel around you. you run the water of the bathtub and just stare at it going up and up until filled to the brim. a thing you did when something's occupying your mind.

you don't know why but it feels like you can't say to wakasa you're going drinking with friends tonight. he has no right to prevent you from going out but his approval...still matters.

"wow, so you're the meaning of fashionably late." your friends tease you as you chuckle and sit down beside one of them. they immediately pour you a drink and place dishes of food near your side. you know this is a ploy to get you to move on; it's annoying but you'll humor them since you're in a mood to get wasted.

wasted it is, as you're now grinding on some unknown man behind you. wakasa would kill either you or your dance partner but he won't know what you're doing tonight anyway.

the moment your eyes lazily look up; you started feeling sorry and scared for the man you're dancing with. your body freezes while the man behind you just keeps on disgustingly grinding his crotch against your butt.

his lilac eyes hold so much contempt at the both of you. you'd think the bottle he's chugging could get chucked and hit straight at your heads.

then wakasa motions for you to go up with his index finger, he's not very happy with you tonight. he always tells you to not go anywhere without him yet you go here and disobey him.

he'd have to punish you; maybe take you away from your bad influence friends, tell your father what you're doing, or just humiliate you in this club tonight. nevertheless, he has to teach you a lesson.

Draken

draken who used you as a rebound but regretted it as soon as you left him. he just realized that it was such an asshole move; you and your good heart were thankfully okay with being friends.

you two are just sincerely friends, no feelings attached and no ulterior motives to the point where draken thought that you're better off just like this.

that was until he saw you going out of a store, arm-in-arm with a man who's around your age. you seemed to be having such a good time. he's so delusional that he thinks you're having a much better time with that man rather than in your relationship with him.

but he shakes them off; getting scared that he might actually be going insane from missing you. he feels like he can't breathe without you tucked in his arms. he's so anxious that he's gonna lose you too, so anxious that his past might harm you.

and so, draken grabs his jacket from the stand, gets his keys, and walks out the door to go and visit his ex.

the house is dark, no lights in sight from the outside; and then the old man next door who smokes sees draken. "young man, she's not there. got picked up by a guy in a fancy car"

no more words are needed as draken quickly jumps on his motorcycle, not even saying a thank you to the elder who helped him find you. he should blame you, you made him like this, like a fucking psycho who can't let go. stalking you, making you feel scared, then comforting you as if he's not the hooded figure you see at the corner of your eye.

you watch his retreating figure go smaller as you carefully go out of the old man's house. tears trickling down your cheeks while relief floods your veins when you took a breath of fresh air. the old man takes a look at your crying face; pity washing over him as he remembers a daughter of his.

"i suggest you move out. convince your mother and leave as soon as you can." he says with one last puff of smoke that goes out into the air.

your kind old neighbor soon passes away a few months after that; you wanted to go attend his funeral but you chose to heed his warning of not going back to that town. however, you can escape from that place but not to this guy.

your doorbell rang and you quickly got up from your bed, thinking about how unusual it is for your package to come so early. you touch the doorknob and pull it open; only to welcome a looming nightmare over you.

seeing draken's large figure and bloodshot eyes made your world spin. the feeling of blood draining from your head, dizziness, and quickening heart rate happened all at once.

"i missed you" his chilly voice echoed inside your home, your feet frozen on the mat while wishing you could shut the door in his face instead.

looks like you're following the old man as death came inside your home and held your lifeless frame.

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Tony Stark x Reader - The Playroom

If soft B.D.S.M themes bother any of y'all but y'all still want a Tony Stark smut then just let me know and I'll write a softer smut for him ❤

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Tony and you had been dating for a few months now. You knew everything about his family and the Avengers, and he knew everything about you. It seemed as though the two of you knew everything about each other.

But Tony still had one very large secret. One that he would tell you when the time was right. You respected that so you chose not to pry, although you were dying to know.

One day, Tony got a mission while you two were on a date. Of course he had to go, I mean.. you can’t ghost Nick Fury right? So Tony took you back to your shared home before leaving again.

You were so incredibly bored. The only thing you could do was watch TV and even that couldn’t keep your attention for long. You kept worrying about your boyfriend, even though you knew he was going to be perfectly fine. So you decided to walk around the tower for a bit to ease your mind.

You stumble across quite a few rooms - such as a library, another workshop, and a room dedicated to his suits - when you find one that he told you was forbidden. The door seemed different from the rest and the knob had a thin layer of dust on it.

You know you shouldn’t go in there, Tony strictly told you to never enter. But your curiosity overtook your senses.

You place your hand on the cold metal of the doorknob and twist it, smiling a little bit as you found it to be unlocked. You push the door open and your jaw drops a little as you look inside the room. You step in and look around, blushing a little.

Holy shit… has a playroom!

You walk around the room and examine everything, touching certain things that you weren't sure what they are. You hear the door shut and the lock click, making you gasp.

You see Tony standing by the door, smirking at you. When did he get home? "What’re you doing in here, darling? Sight-seeing?" He asks, keeping his hands in his pockets as he leans against the wall.

"Uh.. Tony, I didn't mean to come in here. I just was looking around and stumbled across this room and my curiosity- I'm sorry." You blush and look down, your hands clasped together in front of you.

Tony stays silent for a bit and you start to wonder if he truly is mad at you. He walks over to you and tilts your head up to look at him. "Don't be. I want to know what you think of all of this.”

You look around the room again. "I’m not sure. Maybe," You smirk at him, “you should find out for yourself exactly how i think.”

He chuckles and takes a step back from you, licking his lips as he stares you down. "Strip down, slowly." He commands, a dark look in his eye.

You're wearing a nightgown since you knew you wouldn't be leaving the house and underneath you only had some red panties. You didn't have much to take off at all.

You reach for the sleeves of your nightie and pull it off, making Tony smile a bit at the lack of a bra. You then take your panties off and you suddenly felt self-conscious.

Tony walks around you slowly, his eyes trailing your frame and memorizing it. He stops in front of you and gives you his signature Tony Stark wink. "You're stunning in every way, (y/n). Tell me, what in this room do you recognize?"

You look at each object on the shelves around you. "Whips, handcuffs, vibrators, paddles... um... I think that's it."

"I suppose I'll have to introduce you to more then, won't I?" He asks, walking around the room.

You just stay silent as he grabs different things. You notice he grabs a pair of leather cuffs, some rope, and a bullet vibrator.

"Right now, we'll only use what you know so you can see what sex with me is like." He states, placing the three objects onto a table near a large bed. You nod and he motions you over to him. "Lay down, legs spread and hands together above your head."

You do as instructed, blushing at how exposed you are. Your breath comes out shallow as you anticipate his next move.

He grabs the handcuffs and cuffs both of your hands to the headboard. Then he grabs the rope and ties your legs to the end of the bed. "Not too tight, is it?"

"N-No." You breathe out.

"No, sir." He corrects you, swatting your thigh. You correct yourself immediately and he smirks. "Perfect." He gets on the bed on top of you and kisses you hard. You kiss back with as much passion as possible and he brings his left hand up your body to your neck, squeezing the sides lightly. You let out a soft moan and he slips his tongue past your parted lips.

His other hand travels down to your clit and rubs it gently, making you let out a breathy moan. He smirks against your lips before trailing his lips down your neck, biting and licking different areas. You shudder a little when you feel his warm breath fan over your ear and he chuckles darkly, applying more pressure to your clit.

"I've often wondered how you would look writhing beneath me. How sexy those cute little moans you make are." He bites the junction between your neck and shoulder, making you moan loudly. "How you would react to every last touch I give."

His fingers move down to your core and he pauses for a second, looking up at you. His eyes are silently asking for permission, to which you nod. His index and middle fingers push through your folds and into your soaked entrance. His thumb still rubs circles over your clit as he thrusts his fingers in and out at a slow pace.

You moan loudly and arch your back, your eyes fluttering shut as you move your hips in rhythm with his hand. “Let me touch you, please,” you open your eyes to look up at him, biting your lip to keep from moaning out as he increases the speed of his thrusts.

Tony leans down to whisper in your ear, “not yet, baby. Tonight is all about you,” the rasp in his voice is enough to drive you insane and you clench on his fingers.

He chuckles darkly, then removes his fingers from inside of your pussy and stands up, going over to the table with a vibrator on it. He picks it up and looks at it for a second before placing it back down. "I'm going to get a different one, one I think you’ll enjoy so much more." He smirks.

He walks to a specific shelf over in the far corner of the room and grabs another vibrator and... was that a remote?

Tony walks back to the bed you're on and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "Tell me if it's too much and I will stop. Do you want to choose a safeword?"

"Sugarplum." You whisper. He nods and then places the tip of the vibrator at your entrance and slowly pushes it in, making you moan loudly. It wasn't even vibrating yet and you already felt more pleasure than you ever had. Maybe it's because it's Tony Stark, the only man you could ever love, doing this to you.

He pulls something out of his pocket and turns some sort of dial on it, making the vibrator vibrate softly. You gasp and moan, pulling at the restraints a little bit. Tony keeps his eyes on every reaction you have. Every twitch, every sharp inhale causing your chest to raise, every bite of your lip. At this point all he wants to do is touch you and leave his mark on you.

He turns the dial up another notch. Then another. And another until it reaches the fifth level of ten. The vibrations are more intense, making you cry out his name.

"Tony!" The cry of his name echoes around the room, making him smirk. Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord.

After a few seconds, you feel the intense need to cum. Your body shakes as you get closer and closer to your release.

The vibrations suddenly stop and you let out a whine of annoyance. Your eyes open and you notice that Tony is now naked besides his boxers. "Please, sir, please let me cum. Please..." Tony shakes his head and gives you a dark chuckle in response.

"You’ll cum when I tell you that you can." He states, causing you to clench on the vibrator. Fuck that’s hot. He takes the vibrator out of you, making you whine at the loss. He unties your legs and presses kisses from your calf up your thigh and to your breasts.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks on it before biting it very gently. Your legs wrap around his waist and pull him closer in hopes that he might get the hint that you need him to fuck you right now.

He chuckles and kisses up to your collarbone, nibbling on it for a few seconds before leaving a love bite. He presses a kiss to it before deciding to leave more all across your neck. He reaches down and dips his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them off.

You moan softly as he grinds his cock against you, wordlessly pleading for him to fuck you. He buries his hands in your hair as he presses a very hungry kiss to your soft lips, pulling on your hair gently. He parts the kiss to press a light kiss on your forehead. "Remember your safeword." He whispers against your forehead.

You nod and he positions himself before thrusting deep into you. You bite your lip to hide the sounds of your moans as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Don't hide your moans from me, (y/n)." He growls in your ear. He gives one sharp, hard thrust, making you moan loudly and your hands tug at the cuffs.

"T-Tony, please uncuff me." You plea, wanting to touch him. "Please."

"I will only do it this once, (y/n). Any other time, I will leave you cuffed until I choose to uncuff you. Understand?" He asks, grabbing the key from the table by the bed and using it on the cuffs.

He starts thrusting at a slow pace, making sure you're okay. Your hands find their way into his hair, pulling on it gently. He groans lowly next to your ear and thrusts a little bit harder, biting your shoulder.

You let out a loud moan and tug his hair gently to bring his lips to yours. You kiss him hard while you try to move your hips to match his rhythm.

He suddenly growls and slams hard into you, making you cry out as he hit your g-spot just right. "Be patient or I will stop." You just nod a little and he starts slowly thrusting again. After a little while, he stops and slides his cock out of you as he stands, making you let out a soft whine.

"We're going to try something real quick baby." He smirks. "Give me one second."

You groan in frustration as he walks off to another spot in the room. You were so close to finally having your first orgasm but of course he would find a reason to deny it.

He comes back with a blindfold, a ballgag, and one of his many paddles. "We'll only use the paddle if you're a bad girl again, got that?" He asks.

"Y-Yes sir." You nod. He then takes the blindfold and puts it over your eyes, tying it behind your head. Then he grabs the ballgag but hesitates for a moment.

"Are you alright with being gagged?" He asks softly. "I'm sorry, I should have asked about the blindfold too."

"Yes Tony. Please I need you..." Your plea turns a little breathy towards the end. He places the gag on you and then turns you over onto your stomach. He pulls your hips up so that your ass is in the air and smacks it. He then squeezes it, making you moan, before smacking it again. He keeps doing it until he’s satisfied by how bright red your ass is, not that you mind.

He then lines his cock up with your still very slicked entrance and pushes into you again. You let out another soft moan around the gag and he suddenly starts thrusting harder and faster than he was earlier. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you towards him so that your body meets his thrusts in perfect time. You moan loudly and grip the sheets hard. Your body, after being denied orgasm twice, was already ready to cum and of course Tony could tell. He fucked you harder and reached around your hips to your clit, rubbing it fast.

"Cum for me, my little slut." Tony growled out, making your walls clench around him as you cum hard. You let out a muffled moan that sounded a lot like "Tony" but honestly? Neither of you were sure. You were in a state of euphoria.

Tony wasn't done yet. He was admittedly very close, but he wanted to make you cum one more time before he does. He thrusts at a pace that seemed impossible for any normal man to do, making you cry out.

After a little while, you were already getting very close to cumming again and Tony was too. He pushed into you harder and faster, letting out small groans. Your orgasm sneaks up on you quickly and your toes curl at the intensity of how hard it hits you. Your walls clamp around Tony’s cock and that alone is enough to drive him over the edge. He thrusts in as deep as he can possibly go as he cums inside of you.

The two of you collapse on the bed panting and he maneuvers the two of you so that you’re laying on his chest. Tony looks at you and takes off your gag and blindfold, giving you a soft smile. "Are you okay, love?"

You smile in return at him and give him a soft and sweet kiss on his lips. "Yeah I'm okay."

"Good." He wraps an arm around you. "You're not hurt or anything?"

"I'm bound to be a little sore tomorrow." You grin. "But no, nothing major. Stop worrying, Tony. If something were wrong, I'd tell you." You press a kiss to his cheek. "Now I'm gonna rest some. Can you stay?"

"Anything for you, angel." He kisses you softly and gives you another soft smile, letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck as he plays with your hair and rubs your back until you fall asleep.

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