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violettwrites · 10 months ago

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tp!daryl — your relationship with his older brother

a/n: i fear i am world building i am so sorry 😭 but !! i have a love/hate relationship with merle and everything he does, so here’s my take on his relationship with reader.

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your relationship with merle dixon was like being caught in the middle of a storm— chaotic, wild, and unpredictable. daryl, on the other hand, was your anchor. he’s your best friend, the one who grounds you when everything else feels like it’s spinning out of control. he’s quiet, steady, and always there, even when words aren’t needed.

but merle, daryl’s older brother, is everything daryl isn’t— loud, abrasive, and constantly stirring up trouble. from the moment you had met him, merle had always been a thorn in your side, always teasing, always pushing your buttons. he thrives on getting under your skin, and you swear it’s become a sport for him. wether it’s his crude jokes or his constant attempts to get a rise out of you, merle has perfected the art of annoyance.

you had first met him not long after meeting daryl, only being young and a scrawny little thing. he was much older, with a cigarette between his lips, and a beer bottle in hand. at first, you were almost sure he was daryl’s dad, but when daryl had mumbled the words “this is my big brother, merle.” well, you were a little shocked to say the least.

“yer the (l/n) kid, ain’t ya,” he spoke, the same southern twang in his voice that daryl had, just a tad more mature. if you could call merle mature. “ya look like ya eat scraps, girlie ! what’s wrong with ya !”

and that was how you met merle dixon.

you’d spent a lot of time with both daryl and merle growing up, shoved between the two of them in the old truck merle drove around, hands pressed between your thighs in attempt to make yourself smaller, all three of you staring out the front windshield of the truck. or squished on the couch together between the two brothers, watching whatever shitty war movie was on the tv. you eventually learned why you were always shoved between the two of them.

to stop them fighting.

you remember the first time you ever witnessed daryl and merle get into a fight. watching daryl tackle merle to the ground, dust kicking up about them as they rolled around on the dirt. profanities being thrown around along with fists. you were stunned, not knowing what to do until you’re grabbing onto someone’s elbow, trying to pull them off the other. until you’re elbowed in the face yourself.

and that was the story of how merle dixon gave you a blood nose for the first time.

“merle you fucking idiot !” daryl shouted at him, crouching down next to you, an arm around your shoulder while you cradled your nose. you had tears in your eyes, not because you were upset, but because he whacked you right on the nose and it just fucking hurt.

daryl claimed it needed to be fair, that you deserved to hit merle back, to make it even. merle, of course, protested. “i ain’t done nothin’ wrong ! girlie over here got in the way ! it’s ‘er own fault !”

you were just thirteen when you got to punch merle in the nose for the first time.

you had seen merle in several different states during your time at the trailer park. happy, sad, drunk, high, manic, depressed— you name it. he had most likely felt it. you had seen him trip down the steps of their trailer, face planting into the mud when it was storming. you had also watched him almost fall into the fire pit one night, drunk as a skunk. the only reason he didn’t end up in the fire was because daryl was quick to push him the other way.

daryl claimed he hated merle, but he obviously cared.

merle was often the one to drop the both of you off at school. pantera blasting through his shitty truck speakers as he told the both of you to “get the fuck outta my truck and go do some learnin’ !”

he wouldn’t stop listening to pantera. it was his favourite band.

you had been teased relentlessly throughout the years by merle. he’d often call you names like girlie, pipsqueak, bag o’ bones— the list was endless. however, when you got to that age where you were turning into a “woman”, the nicknames changed. sugar, sweetheart, doll face. you couldn’t escape it.

but there was one thing he never did, and it was lay a finger on you. unless you obviously count the time he elbowed you in the nose. but you agreed. that was an accident.

you were never afraid to bite back. you had that feisty nature from growing up with those two boys, and you always had a comeback. no matter what. even if it was telling him to “shut the fuck up.” that was a big part of your vocabulary growing up.

he treated you like his own— he protected you like his own. you never thought you’d admit it, but you did care about merle. his chaos never seemed malicious. it was more like he was trying to break down your walls, see what you’re made of. and while he drives you insane, there’s a strange sort of balance in your lives. daryl’s your rock, your calm. but merle, in his chaotic way, forces you out of your comfort zone. he keeps your sharp, on your toes.

even if he pissed you off to no end.

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bestialchorus · 2 years ago

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MOVING IN WITH YOUR WEREWOLF GIRLFRIEND INCLUDES:

-For months, you’ve both been tiptoeing around the topic. Since you first started dating, quick quips like being excited to be “roommates” one day were always uttered whenever you were forced to say goodbye to each other. How these dreams were peppered in daily conversations, holding desires you each assumed were hidden from the other. How quickly those jokes gained weight the more your lives became intertwined. You loved her, and by the gods, did she love you. The love you shared was akin to the romances you once dreamed of, romances acted out in movies but seldomly found in your world.

-On one fateful night, you finally find the courage to whisper, “I want to live with you.” Her glowing eyes meet yours as the moonlight peaks in through the window. She softly rubs her canine head against your face, instantly filling you with warmth. You feel your lover start to shift back, leaving a large woman who is as much muscle as she is beauty”. “There’s nothing I’d love more,” she purrs close to your ear before softly dragging her finger down your body, sending a shiver down your spine. Her hand meets a familiar wetness. You start to whimper as you feel two long fingers slowly enter your folds. “Relax, baby girl, I’ll take care of you. Now and forever”. A few hours later, you lie on top of her as she gently rubs your back and plays with your hair. You talk deep into the night about what kind of home you want to build together. You remember passing out at some point as sleep finally catches up with you. You could have sworn you heard a whispering voice saying, “I can’t wait to call you my wife.” But maybe you just dreamt it.

-Right off the bat, it seemed money wouldn’t be much of an issue. You don’t quite understand at first, but she explains that she’ll soon be receiving a form of “inheritance” promised to alphas who reach a certain age. You still insist on contributing, and she doesn’t fight you on this, respecting you as a partner and her mate.

-After months of searching, you finally end up finding a place that suits both of your needs.

-Moving day was a lot less stressful than you thought it’d be. You remember packing up the last box one morning when you heard a knock at the door. Your girlfriend opens it, and a group of werewolves greet you with toothy smiles and warm mornings as they start to pile into your small apartment. You’ve spent much time with the pack, so all the faces before you were friendly. You can’t help but smile as one jokes, “I cant believe you’ve found someone who can actually tolerates ya, let alone live wit ya”. Some join in on the teasing as others come to chat with you. Without having to ask, each ONE immediately starts picking up a box and moving it down to the large pick-up truck outside your building. You release a surprised “EEP” as your alpha picks up while you’re holding a small box, “I wanna help too,” she giggles as she carries you bridal style to the truck. You feigned annoyance as you smack her arm, secretly loving every minute of it. All of your items (and yourself) are quickly loaded into the large vehicle with your girlfriend behind the wheel.

-After all your stuff is unpacked in the new place, the best part of moving could finally begin; decorating. You spend the next few days shopping together, hitting thrift stores throughout the city, and you actually find some pretty great stuff! One may have been a brand new pair of fuzzy handcuffs that your lover INSISTS will be essential for a “happy home.”

-You come home one day and immediately stop in your tracks as you find your partner in a tight tank top and parachute pants, her outfit covered in paint as she moves a roller against the wall. Your brain turns to mush as her prominent abs peek through the thin fabric. She can’t help but smirk once she catches you ogling her. She decides then that it’s time for a bit of fun. Without saying a word, she takes off her shirt, revealing the body you were always in awe of. “I’m feeling a little warm after all this painting, honey, do you mind getting me a glass of water”? She acts as if she didn’t just fry all the neurons in your brain. You quickly shake your head and dash to the kitchen as you feel your cheeks heat up.

-The house renovations have been complete torture. Whether it’s putting down new hard floor or tightening some plumbing. Your alpha is always wearing very little clothing; claiming she runs warm. You can believe that, but the image of your sweaty, beyond-built partner wearing a tool belt was sending you into your own version of heat. You’ve gotten little work done because you have a literal goddess walking around with a power drill. You decide to work a few days at the office going forward…

-Every day feels like an endless sleepover. Catching each other up on your day, grocery shopping together, painting each other’s nails, etc., it truly feels like you are hanging out with your best friend….a best friend who also just so happens to be 6’4 and able to crush a dresser with her bare hands….but best friends not the less.

-Another benefit of living with an extremely self-sufficient werewolf is that she’s an incredible cook. One night you come home and immediately smell the aroma of your favourite meal floating in the air. Her lips gently meet your neck as soon as you enter the kitchen, and your breath stops for a moment. “I’ve been cooking all day and while I’m excited for you to eat, I’m starving, baby”. You don’t get a moment to think as she has you bent over the table in a split second. That night you end up being her appetizer as she helps you build up an appetite.

-You insist on helping her whenever she puts on a tie. You love putting her together for the day but love even more that you’re the sole person who gets to see her without all the bells and frills. You may share a space with your alpha, but you’re her true home.

-Showering together has become one of your favourite rituals. You help the other wash the day off as warm water makes you melt. It always starts off innocently enough but very quickly becomes less than innocent whenever she starts to scrub around certain intimate areas….

-You had never thought much of a “forever” home while growing up but now realize it’s not only possible with your alpha. But that you’ll have one as long you’re with her.

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clefaiiiry · 1 year ago

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New Heights, New Depths

more bottom / sub sett agenda

the working title for this was 'wham bam thank you ma'am' just because i thought it was funny

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-~*~-

How did he let K’Sante rope him into this?

“Nu-uh, this was your idea!” K’Sante says.

Sett digs in his heels. “Well, maybe for once in my life I had a shitty idea-”

“C’mon, you keep saying you wanna try it,” K’Sante says, all but dragging him down the street.

“Sure, yeah, but there is a huge difference between talking about doing it and actually doing it, ya know?”

K’Sante waves to a guy as they reach the doors and he hauls Sett over the threshold. “Just trust me. Try it once and if you hate it then, hey, at least you gave it a shot.”

He’s right, and he hates when K’Sante is right. He’s always so smug about it. Sett can already hear him now, ‘see? You just gotta push out of your comfort zone!’

If his comfort zone is staying at home watching baking show reruns, then a BDSM club was probably the furthest away he could get.

Part of him regrets asking K’Sante what the deal was with that necklace he never took off. A day collar, he’d called it, from Yone. That opened a whole goddamn rabbit hole and left him feeling like he was fifteen again, trying to hide his search history from his momma.

He’s had sex, has even been told he’s pretty good at it, and obviously he’s watched plenty of porn, he was a guy-

But learning how vanilla all his experience was shattered any kind of self conceptualisation he’d managed since his teenage years.

“There’s nothing wrong with vanilla,” K’Sante had said, but that shit was like Pandora’s box; once it was open Sett couldn’t leave it alone.

So now he’s here, hanging outside Targon dressed like a damn nun compared to the outfits some folks were walking in wearing. No judgement, show it off if you’ve got it and all that, he just felt very overdressed. And like a total loser.

At least he wasn’t as much of a loser as Ezreal was for staying home. Loser.

Once they get inside, K’Sante stops to chat with another friend and retrieves a little yellow wristband from the basket on the door for himself. He whistles to catch Sett’s attention and his ears swivel first before he turns.

“Hey, you’re a sub, right?”

“What if I don’t know I’m a switch yet?”

K’Sante gives him a look. “Are you being serious?” He plucks a blue wristband from the basket and tosses it to Sett. “Yellow for doms, blue for subs, green for switches.”

Sett rolls his eyes, but accepts the stupid little wristband anyways.

Initially, it looks like any other club and a pretty tame one at that. Now, Sett was nearing his thirties and hadn’t been clubbing for years, but he was struggling to remember why he enjoyed it so much. His ears flatten against his head to attempt to block out the pretty horrendous electronic crap coming through the speakers. Someone’s being hauled off the dancefloor after nearly passing out, but they still seemed to be having a good time.

He stays close to K’Sante as they pass through, heading to a heavy curtain at the back. It’s sectioned off with velvet rope, bright purple LED trimmed above the entryway. A woman stands to one side, pretending to look busy on a tablet.

“No,” she says without looking up and before K’Sante even has a chance to open his mouth.

He laughs, casual and suave as usual, leaning forward in that way that made anyone swoon. “Awh, c’mon Leo, I’ll vouch for him.”

Unfortunately for K’Sante, this woman is immune to his charms. “You know the rules,” she says, ponytail swinging as she finally meets his eyes, “he needs an application before he can come in. Really, what did you think I was going to say?”

“Look, if he gets into any trouble it’ll be on me. Please?”

“No. Because it won’t fall back on you, it’ll fall back on me.”

K’Sante groans and rubs his face. “Can I go in and find the guy I’m looking for, at least?”

“Fine,” she says, unclipping the rope and holding it to one side.

K’Sante glances back to Sett. “Get a drink, chat someone up,” he waves a hand, “I dunno, unwind a little.”

K’Sante abandons him before he can object.

Sett hovers awkwardly for a few seconds longer before he drifts off toward the bar. He leans against the counter trying to appear comfortable, like he actually knew what he was doing, though he wonders how convincing he could really be when his ears are still flat against his head. It wasn’t his fault, the bass was particularly loud in this corner.

God, what was he, sixty? Complaining about noise? Kayn was right, he really is a momma’s boy.

This should not be so-

“Good evening.”

An older woman perches on the stool beside him, swirling her drink. He thinks she’s Ottrani vastaya but honestly can’t tell, her ears just barely poking out from her fluffy hair. He notes her wristband, yellow.

“I’m urh, waiting for someone.” Smooth Sett, real smooth.

“Don’t worry, I know you’re here with K’Sante,” she says, “you just looked utterly terrified all on your lonesome.”

“What, me? Nah, I’m fine. Totally fine.”

She smirks. “Then you won’t mind if I just chat with my new friend.”

“Typically you give your friends a name.”

She places her free hand over her chest. “I’m Soraka.”

“Sett. So, you come here often?”

Conversation flows so naturally it’s quite easy to forget where he is. If not for the occasional people covered in leather heading into the VIP area, he could forget why they were actually there. Soraka’s voice is steady, warm, eases his gnawing uncertainty. She offers to buy him a drink and when he declines she only smiles, tells him everything will be fine and he honestly believes her. Is she the kind of woman Ezreal would go nuts over? Is she a milf? He's not sure if she’s old enough but he’s sure as hell not gonna ask.

They’ve probably been chatting for about twenty minutes when he spots K’Sante again, returning from the VIP area with another man. He’s a pretty thing, slim and tall, geometric ink trailing up his arms, boots landing with a heavy thunk at every step.

Then he taps at K’Sante’s shoulder to get his attention and raises his arms, hands moving rapidly.

Oh, he signs.

“And he’s not going to cause trouble?”

“He's a good guy,” he hears K’Sante say over the music, “don’t worry about it.”

The man hums, glancing over. Even in the low light, those eyes are piercing, trying to pick him apart from across the room. Sett averts his own.

“Oh, he’s setting you up with Aphelios,” Soraka huffs over the rim of her glass, “you really are after a workout, aren’t you?”

“Should I be scared?”

Soraka laughs. “Only if that’s what you’re into. He can be just a little intense, is all.”

Sett scoffs, leaning back against the bar. “I can handle intense just fine.”

She only stares at him, then finishes her drink. “Have fun,” she says, melodic and sweet, then rises to her feet and twirls away back over to the dancefloor.

Since K’Sante’s been gone, he’s managed to get glitter in his beard. Sett decides he’s better off not asking. K’Sante gestures to the man at his side as they close in.

“Sett, this is Aphelios. Aphelios, this is Settrigh.”

Sett cringes, extending his hand. “Sett is fine.”

Aphelios gives him a once over from head to toe, expression impassive, arms crossed over his chest. The moment drags with all the grace of a limping hound.

Hey buddy, wanna shake my damn hand yet? You’re only making me look like a total asshole-

Finally, he takes it with a little nod. His hand is colder than Sett expects. “A pleasure. K’Sante says you’re new to all this.”

“Ha, he’s sharing all my secrets already?” He grits out, shooting K’Sante a glance, who only shrugs.

Aphelios taps K’Sante’s shoulder, then signs, “Maybe you should book him with Soraka instead? Or Alune even.”

“No way, they ain’t got a session for weeks. Besides, you were the one mad about a cancellation.”

“Usually that’s what waiting lists are for.”

“Consider it a favour owed.”

Aphelios lets out a deep, long sigh through his nose. He closes his eyes, running a hand through his hair. He’s got a cute little cowlick that flicks back up as soon as he moves his hand away.

Then he signs, “Fine, let’s talk.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” K’Sante says with a grin, “Yone’s waitin’ in the back.” And he’s gone again. For such a huge guy, man he can move.

Yone’s here too? No wonder he’s so desperate to ditch him-

“What is it you’re looking for?” Aphelios says, leaning against the bar in a manner much too casual for the environment.

It takes him a few seconds to register that Aphelios has asked him a question. Sett shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “It’s embarrassing-”

Aphelios scoffs. “Look where you are. Whatever you want, I’ve probably heard it before. You can’t surprise me.”

It was Sett’s turn to size him up and yeah, he could believe that. Still, verbalising it seems impossible.

“I- I wanna- I’d like to- Urgh.” He takes a breath, then forces it out. “I’m the boss all the time. Everyday, every hour- Ya know, it’s exhausting.” His ears pin back against his head and he averts his eyes. “I guess I just wanna not be the boss for a while.”

Aphelios stares at him for a moment longer, then waves to catch Soraka’s attention. He makes a vague gesture, but she understands, slipping through the crowd toward them.

“Sure,” Aphelios says, “we can figure something out.”

When Soraka gets to them, she slips a little business card into Sett’s hands with a nudge and a wink.

“Go the the website and fill in the form before-” Aphelios furrows his brows in thought for a moment. “-Friday?”

Sett huffs through his nose. “I can do Saturday.”

Aphelios lips twitch into a smile. “That works. I’ll text you.”

-~*~-

‘This form is the beginning of negotiations. Please make sure to communicate!’

‘Remember the question, “What do you mean by _____?”’

The negotiation side made the whole process way less sexy than Sett would have liked. He was expecting maybe, two pages max, but after page five this was starting to feel like it would never end.

Kink etiquette, ID checks, STI checks, yadda yadda- if he knew it was gonna be this complicated to get smacked around he would have just gotten into a street fight.

“Hey, at least it’s thorough,” K’Sante had said.

Sett only groans and continues swiping through all the options, each to be marked Yes, No, Not Sure, or Discuss Further.

Does the submissive wish to receive pain? Does the submissive wish to resist? Does the submissive wish to be restrained?

Bondage, collaring, leather, latex, gags, blindfolds, rope, chains, tape, wax-

Sett ends up marking half his answers as ‘not sure’ or ‘discuss further.’

Once it’s complete, Aphelios sends him a text the following evening. He communicates mostly in emojis so it initially takes Sett a few reads to understand what he’s actually saying. He sends through an attachment of his own form and tells Sett to read it.

Sett skips most of the boring parts, swiping and skim reading through the pages until he finds,

What will the submissive call the dominant? BOSS

Oh, the motherfucker-

“Boss? Really?” Sett laughs. At least that meant he was attentive. That’s probably a good trait for a dom to have, right? He tries to remember his own answers to the equivalent question,

What will the dominant call the submissive? Mutt, Pet

Those weren’t too out there, besides they could always up the ante if they weren't doing it for him.

Aphelios’ form is much more certain than Sett’s. It’s an interesting read, and he actually manages it with a mostly straight face. Aphelios, as it turns out, is more than willing to throw his punches. Happy to inflict high levels of pain, to tease, to withhold or ruin orgasms. Choking, waxplay, sensory deprivation, it seems Aphelios is open to pretty much anything so long as he was the one calling the shots. The ‘no’s were minimal, mostly reserved for more specific kinks that even Sett had turned his nose up at, but one catches his interest,

Is the dominant open to switching? Yes | No | Not Sure | Discuss Further

Sett debates asking about that one, since he’s such a nosy fucker, but decides it’s probably best left unprodded.

His phone pings again and he’s been sent another cryptic string of emojis. Once he deciphers them, he figures out Aphelios is asking if there’s anything in particular that he’d want for his first scene.

‘Surprise me,’ Sett sends back, even though it felt like tempting fate.

He gets a little devil face in response.

-~*~-

Saturday is upon him before he can even blink. Sett is totally prepared and absolutely not pacing a dent into the apartment floor.

“Quit freaking out. It’s just a scene. It’s not like you’re going on a date or whatever,” K’Sante had said.

“What if I’m so great it turns into a date?”

K’Sante had laughed. “Sure, keep dreaming, buddy.”

A few hours later, Sett finds himself standing outside Targon again. He stares up at the glowing neon sign for approximately ten minutes before he works up the nerve to finally walk inside. It’s very much the same as it had been last time, though he doesn’t stop to collect a wristband on the way in. The bouncer on the VIP section is the same redhead woman as last time, though if she recognises Sett she doesn't show it.

“I’m here for Aphelios?” he says.

“Sorry,” she says, though is anything but sincere, “he only does by appointment and he’s booked up for months.”

“No, I’m his date, or whatever.”

She blinks, then her lips twist into a smile. “Ah, you’re Sett! Yes, he said you’d probably be early. Can I just ask you to sign here-”

When he’s finally let in, she tells him to wait while she informs Aphelios, and Sett finds it difficult to look, well, anywhere. He doesn’t want to stare but since most people in here are half naked or covered in latex that’s a pretty tough task. Is that guy wearing a dog tail buttplug? Yep, he sure is. Good for him. That lady’s being used as a footstool? Hope her back is alright- Is that a pair of subs in a cage? How would he feel in a cage? It’s really too much for him to process at the moment.

He retreats to the wall and leans back against it, tapping an offbeat rhythm on his knees. It strikes him how much it feels like he’s waiting for the headmaster to show up and scold him.

He had marked all the role play options as ‘discuss further’-

A hand taps at his shoulder and he jerks from his thoughts. Though his expression is neutral, Aphelios offers a cute little wave.

“Oh, hey,” Sett says, really hoping he comes across as nonchalant and not like he’s currently shitting a brick, “You urh, you weren’t stood there long, were ya?”

Aphelios shakes his head and gestures for Sett to follow. No point standing on ceremony.

They head further into the VIP area and down a corridor at the back, Aphelios moving swiftly as Sett strides to keep up. It’s quieter back here, the thrum of music from the main room only a distant rumble. There’s signs along the walls, informing about club rules, consent, protection, all the formalities. Most of the rooms are free as they pass, but the night is still young.

The room they end up in is at the end of the corridor, one Aphelios unlocks with a keycard. It’s almost sterile, with dark walls and vinyl flooring. There’s a low bench along one wall, a table against the opposite. There is a bed, but the mattress is all leather so he can’t imagine it’s particularly comfortable. A kneeler is shoved off to one side, out of use for tonight it seems.

Aphelios dumps his phone and keys on the table where there’s already a bottle of water, condensation dripping down the outside. He waits until Sett closes the door behind them before he signs,

“You didn’t put anything for safewords so we’ll use traffic lights. If you’re happy to continue, you say green. If you want me to slow down, you say yellow. If you need to stop completely, you say red. Do not hesitate with your safewords, do you understand?”

“Sounds good.”

“Since you won’t always be able to see my hands, I’ll snap my fingers when I wish to speak with you.”

It all feels very professional, way too formal. Then again, Sett reminds himself of the sheer amount of paperwork it took to even get into this room so he really should have expected it. He peers at the table and feels the sting of disappointment when he realises there aren’t any toys or tools he can see.

Aphelios sees his expression and says, “I want to figure out your limits, especially since you’re new to all this.”

Sett scoffs. “I ain’t soft.”

“I never said that.” He’s frowning as he signs it, brows furrowed tightly. “Besides, I can ruin you just fine without striking you once.”

Oh, he likes the sound of that. “Then ruin me, pretty boy.”

Aphelios raises his chin, lips twitching. “As long as we’re in this room, you call me boss. Is that clear?”

He nods a little too eagerly, then realises his mistake. “As day, boss.”

Aphelios hums. “Undress, then kneel here.”

Fortunately, Sett had the forethought not to wear complicated layers, so his shirt is off before Aphelios even finishes his sentence. He’s probably a little too keen on this, but he’s been patient enough already. He just wants some damn action already. His belt clinks as he tosses his clothes over in the vague direction of the bed. Then a moment of hesitation as his fingers hover over the waistband of his underwear, and he glances back up. Aphelios nods, so he takes them off too.

Once he’s down on his knees, Aphelios takes a step toward him, expression impassive, almost bored. But behind that facade is a distinct, primal hunger that leaves Sett feeling smaller than he ever has.

He wants more.

“Don’t slouch, fix your posture.”

It doesn’t occur to Sett that he could disobey. There’s nothing forcing him, but still he finds himself following the order without hesitation. He’s already half hard and should probably feel a modicum of shame for that, but finds himself uncaring. He sits up straighter, chin raised.

Aphelios continues signing, “Keep your hands behind your back. Hold your wrist if you have to, but keep them there.”

Sett does as he’s told, resting his hands at the small of his back. The way his tail tickles his arms is oddly grounding.

“Good. Very good.”

Pride wells up in his chest and Sett can’t resist a grin. Aphelios’ expression darkens.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself. I haven’t touched you yet.”

“Sorry, boss.”

Aphelios bares his teeth and, after one last disinterested glance up and down, circles around behind him out of sight.

His ears perk, following every movement intently. Fingers idly play with the tip of one, carefully rubbing the soft fur. Sett remains firm, determined not to sink so quickly.

Lithe hands trail down Sett’s throat, tilt his jaw up so he sits straight. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows involuntarily, clutching his wrist. Aphelios doesn’t squeeze, but his hand lingers, firm and unyielding. Sett’s a big guy, he could probably throw him off if he really wanted to, but there’s something about the illusion of helplessness that has him panting.

Then he’s forcing Sett’s chin upward, far enough to strain, back arching. Sett shudders as Aphelios’s trails his nails down, digging in minutely and his breath stutters in his throat.

“Fuck,” Sett grunts, but stays put, a dull ache building in his wrist from his nails. That earns him a little scratch at the base of his ear. He groans, ear flicking instinctively, ticklish.

Aphelios leans up, pulling Sett back just a little further to meet him halfway. Lips tease the soft, wispy fur at the tips of his ears and he can’t help but shudder against the sensation.

Then there’s teeth and Sett yelps, the sound melting into a needy whimper as Aphelios tugs at his ear. He’s not biting hard, but it’s enough to send sparks down his spine.

Aphelios’s free hand follows the curve of his back, appreciating the muscle beneath his fingers. Aphelios’ hands are cold, or maybe Sett is just burning hot, but it leaves him squirming against the sensation.

“Aphelios-”

He withdraws completely and Sett whines.

“Wait-”

Aphelios circles around to stand in front of him, painted lips twisting in contempt, in pure disgust. “If you can’t be a good mutt, then you don’t get touched.”

It takes a moment to realise he’s slouched again and Sett chokes around a whimper as he sits straight. “I’m sorry, boss. I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good.”

There’s a hand on his jaw then, squeezing. Sett pants, lets his face be tilted upward to meet those piercing eyes.

Aphelios raises his free hand then, “Open your mouth.”

He does. Aphelios squeezes even tighter.

“Wider.”

Sett whines and opens as wide as he can.

Aphelios huffs through his nose. Then he spits in Sett’s waiting mouth, clamps it shut, and presses his free hand over his lips. He doesn’t need to sign for the next command.

Swallow.

Sett’s eyes roll back as he does so, holding his breath until Aphelios steps back and removes his hands. He opens his mouth again to show his obedience, tail wagging against his hands.

“So, you can follow an order.” Aphelios huffs through his nose and squats in front of him, head tilted. “And you’re already in such a state.”

Sett can’t help but squirm under such scrutiny. “Boss, please.”

“Please what?” He signs and the fucker tries to stifle the smirk on his face, tries to maintain the impassive, mildly annoyed expression. “Use your words, pet.”

“Please touch me.”

Aphelios reaches out and slides his fingers into Sett’s hair, rubbing at the base of his ear. A purr rumbles up from his chest before he can push it back down and Sett leans into the sensation, closing his eyes, letting himself drift.

There’s a snap of fingers and it takes a moment for his muddy mind to comprehend. Sett blinks a few times, then sits straight, wrists at the small of his back.

Aphelios watches him intently, lets him stew in it for a while longer before he slides a hand down Sett’s flushed, damp chest. Even such a slight touch has him arching forward, groaning.

It’s agonising watching those fingers dance their way down, slowly, so slowly. He tries to steady his breathing, spreads his knees a little wider as if it could tempt him.

But Aphelios does not budge, in fact his hand stops just inches from where Sett needs them and he realises he’s shaking.

Aphelios scoffs. “So desperate.”

Sett tries to roll his hips, only minutely, praying to whatever god would listen that Aphelios wouldn’t notice, but of course he does and removes his hand in punishment.

“Fuck. Boss, please- please touch me.”

“I already did,” he signs innocently, “wasn’t that enough? Such a demanding little mutt, aren’t you?”

Sett’s ears are flat against his head as he tries in vain to still his quivering hips. “Boss, please touch my cock, please-” He licks his lips, whines oh so sweetly. “I’ll do anything! Please!”

That earns him a hand on his face, thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. Sett shoves into it like a man starved, gazing at him with the prettiest flushed cheeks. Aphelios pats his cheek twice, a condescending slap with barely any force. Sett whines despite it.

“Open.”

Sett does as he’s told and Aphelios presses two fingers inside, pushing down on his tongue.

“Suck.”

And by God, Sett licks and sucks like he might die tomorrow, vulgar filthy noises tumbling from his throat. He takes them as deep as he can, gagging and choking around them in earnest. There’s drool spilling from his lips, down his chin. He must look like such a mess-

Then there’s a hand on his cock and it’s like his entire existence has led to this moment. Sett keens around the fingers, the sound cut off by another gag as he fights to take them deeper.

There’s red rising in Aphelios’ cheeks, a small victory compared to the absolute state Sett is in. His hand is slick, Sett has no fucking idea when he had time to lube it up but he’s not complaining as it slides in a slow, harsh rhythm. Up, down, up-

Heat keeps building in his gut, swirling and molten and Sett feels like he’s going to explode. He can’t stop the way his hips jut upward, but the pathetic little whimper he delivers afterward seems to be a good enough apology.

The fingers in his mouth are cruelly withdrawn and Sett is left freely to spew soaked, filthy noises from his worn throat. It’s all surging too quickly, he’s dizzy and his cock is soaked, he’s so fucking hard-

He doesn’t want this to be over so soon-

“Boss, wait- I can’t- I’m gonna-”

Aphelios hisses and it takes a long moment to realise that he’s trying to hush him. His free, spit covered hand rises into view. “It’s okay, pet, you can cum.”

Sett can’t construct a response before he’s jerking his hips and crying out as that heat erupts. He cums harder than he has in months, dimly aware of the way it splatters across the floor. He rides out every second, until his stomach starts to hurt and his cock starts to burn from overstimulation. He tries to pull back but Aphelios forces his hips back down. He’s still going.

“Boss, I can’t- I can’t- it hurts-”

Aphelios coos and snaps his fingers so Sett looks up. His smile is wicked, his tongue peeking out between his lips. Oh, he’s evil.

His hand keeps moving until Sett is crying, until his throat is raw from his pathetic sobbing, wriggling beneath Aphelios’ iron hold.

But he doesn’t safeword, doesn’t let go of his wrist.

Finally, finally, Aphelios releases him and Sett can’t stop himself flopping to the ground with a heavy thud, panting and gasping for precious air. He’s quaking violently now, every muscle aching from strain.

His vision is blurred, everything hurts, he’s pretty sure he’s landed partially in his own spend. He’s so cold, reality feels so distant and alien.

He’s not even sure where Aphelios has gone, not even the vague notion of where he could be in the small room. Sett wracks his brain, pure mush, trying to recall what he’d put down for aftercare-

“I won’t need anythin’,” he’d said to K’Sante.

“You just want him to leave you there after? Not even a pat on the head?”

“Why not? I can take a beatin’, no problem.”

He hadn’t understood K’Sante’s insistence at the time but right now? Crumpled on the ground, shaking and nauseous?

This sucks, it sucks so hard. He feels like he’s about to puke-

There’s a quiet sound beside him and he looks up as Aphelios sits beside him, cross-legged, watching intently for a few long seconds.

Then he opens his arms. An invitation, one Sett takes with embarrassing haste. He can’t quite get upright, so shuffles across the floor until he can rest his head in Aphelios’ lap, a torn breath ripping from his chest and pittering into a sob. Aphelios only strokes his hair, his other hand reaching downward, curling around his shoulders. Sett’s arms snake around Aphelios’ waist, clinging to him like a lifeline.

If it bothers him, Aphelios doesn’t make it obvious.

He leans down, curling around him almost protectively, like nothing in the world could touch him as long as Aphelios was there. And in the back of his lucid mind, he honestly believes it.

Slowly, very slowly, Sett starts to ground himself, the little coil he’s wound himself up into finally starting to loosen. He blinks a few times, then reality crashes back into him.

“Fuck,” he says, shooting up to a sitting position. How he doesn’t headbutt Aphelios on the way up, he has no idea. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

Aphelios smiles. A little thing, a barely-there twitch of his lips, but it utterly bewitches Sett in an instant. His heart feels ready to burst from his chest.

“Do you feel any better?” he asks.

“Yeah! Yeah… Tired.”

Aphelios snorts. “That’s pretty standard.”

He moves closer, carefully guiding Sett to lean against him again. Sett’s head ends up on his shoulder, kneeling before him as Aphelios strokes through his hair. He drifts, sluggish and heavy, kinda like how he feels after too long a workout.

“Hey, wait- wait,” Sett blurts out, “I didn’t get you off.” He reaches out with his lead hands-

Aphelios catches them and jerks back, eyes wide, manic almost. Sett recoils.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“You sure? I’m more than happy to!” I really want to, please let me-

Aphelios only smiles. “That’s very sweet of you, but it’s fine, really.” Then after a pause, he adds, “maybe next time?”

Sett’s ears perk and his tail wiggles. “Next time?”

“Sure, if you’re up for another round.”

“I can handle anything you throw at me, boss.”

A mischievous smirk spreads over his features. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Sett looks around for his clothes, tries to stand- and crumples. Aphelios is there to ensure he doesn’t smash his knees but Sett is more astonished that he can handle the weight without even a stagger.

It does feel a little embarrassing, being led over to the bench and having his clothes handed over like he’s totally shitfaced, but it’s kinda nice being taken care of.

Aphelios makes certain he isn’t going to slump over, then passes him the water bottle from the table. While Sett sips, he signs,

“Let me call you a cab.”

“Nah, it’s fine, I can-”

“I insist.”

Maybe he’s just too goddamn tired, but Sett feels he doesn’t have much room to argue back.

#league of legends #settphel #sett league of legends #aphelios league of legends #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #my writing

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6okuto-moved · 3 years ago

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— how fans find out you're dating

characters: kenma, atsumu, suna (all post-timeskip)

warnings: in suna's the reader is being approached/harassed (not physical, just an annoyingly pushy person) + he swears once

note from nia: these scenarios are a guilty pleasure i will never get tired of them

KENMA's stream had come to a null when you poke your head in the door. he had texted a few minutes earlier, asking if you could bring water before a new game started. his fans watched as he smiled at his phone when you responded and asked who was making him all happy. the only response they got was a playful glare, "why are you guys always so nosey?" he makes sure not to look up, letting you quietly walk over with water and snacks to fill the mini fridge. "am i doing anything for valentine's day?" he reads out, and you raise an eyebrow as he looks over while he responds. "uhh, maybe. maybe not. who's to say?" he goes back to reading the chat with a small smile on his face as they yell and make fun of him. you hear a dono go off, "kenma tricks his audience into thinking he has someone with him **NOT CLICKBAIT" and you have to stop yourself from laughing. "yeah yeah, whatever," he says, picking up his phone. you see a notification pop up on yours, "what if, and hear me out, you showed yourself rn just to laugh at them." but a second text comes almost immediately, "half kidding. don't have to if you don't want to." you had talked about it before and always put it off because of the risks, though you knew it'd happen eventually. you text back and forth for another couple of minutes, reassuring each other that you'd both be fine revealing your relationship (really, you should have expected it to go something like this) before he finally looks up and speaks again, "actually there's someone i think you guys should meet."

ATSUMU was sitting at the table, looking at fan letters and gifts he had recently gotten. "babe, do you want some of this chocolate?" you look up and tsk, "'tsumu those are for you." all he does is frown in return, "but look at all of this. i love it but i have a physique to keep ya know? plus i can share with my partner if i wanna." you snort as he holds up a piece and wiggles his eyebrows but comply and take it into your mouth. "oh this is good. i'm stealing some," you say, still chewing, and sliding the box near you. atsumu sends you a look that says "i told you so" and you roll your eyes, motioning to keep opening gifts. usually he'd do this alone (especially after an incident where he cried reading a fan's message), but sometimes he'd sit near you in case something entertaining was in the pile. he makes a face while he reads a letter and you ask what's wrong. "'my mom said i should find someone like you and settle down, so if you're interested, here are my socials.'" you choke out something between a laugh and an "aw" before teasing, "someone's interested in you, baby. you should dm them." atsumu sends an offended look your way, "but 'm dating you! i only want you, how could ya say that to me?" leaning your head on his shoulder you hum, "they don't know that, though." "well, maybe they should." you look up, surprised, and he holds your stare, "i want everyone to know i'm yours already. if—if you want that too." and maybe his management would kick his ass later, but there's a grin on his face as he posts a photo with your face hidden while sitting beside him captioned "mine :))"

SUNA had planned surprise you after your closing shift at work. he still remembers the conversations you had about him providing for you, and smiles at how you stubbornly rejected because there was "no way in hell you were going to make him work harder than he already is." he kept his head down, a hat and mask on—it was risky to visit, but he had been spending more nights practicing and wanted to make it up to you. he spots you in the window talking to a customer and slows down before he notices the uncomfortable look on your face. when he walks in, you don't seem to notice it's him before you call out "be with you in just a minute!" he stands at the doorway and listens to the person asking if you were free while you respond curtly, "i'm sorry but like i said before, i have plans." they look around and scoff before turning to you, "alright, with who?" before you can reply, you hear a voice from behind, "with me." suna wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into him, "hey. i'm their boyfriend." he ignores the way you hit his torso and the whispers from the table beside him about "v. league suna rintarou" in favor of glaring down the person in front of him. they only clench their jaw, "seriously? i'm just supposed to believe you?" suna scoffs and takes off his mask and hat before turning to you. "rin! what are you—" "can i kiss you?" you vaguely notice someone choking at a table near you and you panic, "i—you can't, rin, put your mask back on." he frowns, "fine. but i'm waiting here to take you home. and you"—he glares at the customer again—"fuck right off." you're both trending later that night, "volleyball player suna rintarou protects his partner", and maybe you'd be more antsy if it weren't for his pout and apology against your skin.

#kenma kozume #atsumu miya #suna rintarou #kenma x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #hq kenma #hq atsumu #hq suna

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sea-of-dust · 3 years ago

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ITS YA BIRTHDAY

Summary: Reis birthday came around! What did you get her or more importantly...what does she want to do with you?

Notes: yall thought I would miss today 😾. I gotta feed the homies that even read this. This is the only person you guys are ever gonna see me write a one-shot for alright 😾. Don't get used to this. It's implied y/n has a hobby for arts and crafts.

"Happy Birthday Rei!" All of Raise A Sulien shout while practicing. Rei turns around Happy that they remembered. "thank you". They show her the presents they got her and decided to throw a small party after practice. Masking took pictures with them all covered in frosting and animal headbands. By afternoon she was greeted by Tae playing the song they wrote together. "Happy birthday Rei" she smiles playing the song on her guitar while chatting with her. They walked around the city Tae paying all expenses the two decided to walk home together parting ways on Tae's block. As soon as she gets home, she sees you focused on a box on the table. "REI!" You nearly jump out of your chair as if you were startled. "Hey-" she looks at you then looks over at the box on the table. "Well have that later" You kiss her cheek. "right after you tell me about your day" "It was pretty fun" she smiles unwrapping the gift you got her. She peels back the ribbon revealing a blanket you made yourself. Not only that but a gift card to one of her favorite cafes. "Figured since you love their coffee so much" Rei gets up from her chair and hugs you. "Happy birthday". "I already know how im gonna use it" "oh?" You get up as she leads you toward the couch her signaling to lay on her. "Are...are you sure?" You stand over her flustered as she gestures for you to lay down. As you do she covers you and her in the blanket. There's silence between you two but you could hear your heart beat quicken. Being this close to Rei could certainly make someone kick the bucket. She turns on the TV and picks out a movie you both liked and put it on. You two talking in between scenes. "Why does he never put his shoes on the right way..." "he's five" "yea but still" later on in the movie "just say you like her~" you groan. You feel her move her arm wrapping around you. She looks down kissing you're forehead. "Rei-" "learned from this movie that you should always make the first move~" "you..." You couldn't look at her. She always found you adorable whenever she flustered you. You hoped the movie never finished. You wanted to stay by her the whole night. Luckily for you so did Rei, as soon as the movie ends she asks if you wanna watch another despite how sleepy you were. "Lets do another!!" She giggles softly "where'd this sudden energy come from" "Lets do another!" With slightly less energy this time. She puts on another, you and her making small comments in between. "Oh my dearest Angeline let us run as far as the wind!" "He reminds me of Kaoru" "Now that you mention it yea..." You try to get up when she holds you down "Where do you think you're going?" "I forgot one last thing Rei" You run to her room "dammit I left it here somewhere" You hear the door open behind you "Did ya-" She had the blink a few times trying to register what she saw. You holding Two small dolls in your hands. "My last present" you look away presenting them to her. One of you one of her. She looks away blushing for a few seconds then takes the two dolls putting the on her dresser. "Y/n" she holds both your hands "You really know how to make someone's heart flutter don't you" you couldn't respond as she leaned in to kiss you. Her lips are soft yet her hands are rough. She pulls away smiling. "Rei-" Her smile was so bright. "I'll text your parents you'll be staying at my place for the night get some rest" She closes the door behind her. You get a text from Masuki. She sent you the pictures of earlier that day. "We saved cake for you if ya want it!" You replied to her and set your phone up to charge before passing out on Rei's bed. Rei came back into the room seeing you asleep. "Didn't have the energy to go under the covers huh" not wanting to disturb you she laid on top of the covers as well with the blanket you made her. You feel her hug around your waist "Good night" she softly whispers into your ear.

#bang dream #wakana rei #rei wakana #oneshot #raise a suilen #ras x reader #bandori x reader

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sleepy-belphie · 5 years ago

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I have a request if you’re up for it. An MC who just arrived in the Devildom who’s lover just dumped them the day prior. The bros know MC isn’t emotionally or romantically available at the time but the bros still fall in love regardless. How will the bros handle the situation? Thank you! 🙏💗

Hi! I sort of took this idea and ran with it and wrote basically a headcanon short story for each bro lmao. Sorry I got a bit carried away but I hope you like this and it satisfies you! :)

Also thank you so much @midnight-dome for the help with Asmo, you’re a lifesaver

Tags: @kawaiiblack

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Lucifer:

The success of the program depends on your wellbeing

So he checks in on you every other day like clockwork

“Is there anything you need to make your stay more comfortable?”

You always say no

At first, he’s glad you’re staying in

Because it means less trouble for him

But when you skip all of your classes one day, he comes to your room ready to give you a firm reminder of your tasks here

He’s about to knock when he hears you sob

Now, Lucifer has heard a lot of crying in his life

But he’s never heard someone sound so completely broken

He shocks himself when he turns on his heels and walks away

He shocks himself even more when he texts the group chat and demands everyone leaves you alone for the day

That evening he comes into your room with a small plate of food

By then you were are least on top of your sheets

You knew he was gonna ask the same question as always

But this time, his words were different

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Help?”

He simply nods

And though he didn’t outright say what he meant by help, you knew

“I...don’t know?”

“Hm, okay. I’m going to listen to some music in my study. The door will be unlocked should you wish to join me.”

Then he’s gone

The few precious moments Lucifer isn’t working, he prefers to not be disturbed

So why on earth did he invite you to join him in his study?

He doesn’t have time to ponder it because the door opens and you come in with a blanket wrapped around you

The first night you both listen in comfortable silence

A few nights in, you start asking Lucifer about the records he puts on and he has no qualms educating you on it

On night 10 you tell him about the breakup

Once you’re done he, again, asks the same question

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

‘You’ve done more than enough to help me Lucifer, thank you.”

He finds himself blushing from the sincerity in your eyes and the warmth in your smile

That night you fall asleep before the record finishes

Surely you’d wake up aching if he left you in a chair

So he picks you up, carries you to your room, and tucks you into bed carefully

He tells himself he’s doing it for Diavolo

It’s for the program, this is his job

He’s gonna need time to accept his own feelings before he can tell you anything

For now, he’ll keep doing his “job” and spending evenings with you

Mammon:

He didn’t want to be your babysitter

He was a busy guy! He had stuff to do, money to make, things to steal

Some days he gets Beelzebub to keep an eye on you so he can do what he wants

One night in particular he heads to your room to make sure you won’t interfere with his plans

“Yo! The Great Mammon has things to do so don’t-”

He pauses when he sees you sitting on your bed with your headphones plugged into your laptop

He would have assumed you were just watching a sad movie by the tears streaks on your face

But the pain in your eyes…

He’s seen that look before

His brothers held that same look the day they fell from Heaven and lost Lilith

Mammon sits on the bed and you jump, finally noticing him

You expected him to make fun of you but instead, he grabs the tissue box on your bedside table and hands it to you

He glances at your laptop to see what you were watching and sees a paused video of you and someone else

You tell him about the breakup and Mammon listens closely

“What a jerk! Ya deserve better than that! I’d teach ‘em a lesson if they ever showed their face around here!”

You smile for the first time since he came in the room and he feels like he’s done something right

“How about we get some late-night food? I know a 24-hour restaurant with the best baked newt ever. Your treat.”

He’s shocked when you agree

He makes a point to hang out with you more often

He can’t recall exactly when you went from “a human” to “his human”

Maybe it was when you held his hand while you erased all your photos and videos of your ex from your computer

Or when you texted him at 3am because you couldn’t sleep and before he could even think about it he was up and on his way to your room

Or when he spotted you in one of his jackets while walking home from RAD

But his greed was kicking in and he wanted you to be his and only his

However, much like he puts himself first, he knows you need to do the same

So though his nature and mind wants to kiss you silly and have you for himself

Part of him knows he’ll ruin things if he lets his greed take over

So he’ll fight his nature and try his best to be patient

Leviathan:

He had been playing one of his games online

He’s on a big winning streak and feeling a bit cocky

He sees he’s been matched with someone else so he gets into gamer mode

Then he loses the first round

He’s a bit shocked and pissed that his streak was now broken but he has to prove his superiority to whoever this opponent was

So he rematches them

And loses again

And again

He loses 7 rounds in a row

By this point he is fuming

So like any salty gamer he sends a very lengthy, angry message to their inbox

Accusing them of using cheats and hacks because there was no way anyone was more skilled than him at this game

He gets a reply a few minutes later

“Um.....is this Leviathan? Avatar of Envy? It’s MC…”

You knew it was Levi because his username is the same across all his social media platforms

Cue Levi barreling into your room a minute later

“How are you so good!? You’re cheating, aren’t you!? You cheater!’

You weren’t cheating, you just had been playing games day in and day out to distract yourself so you got really good at it

Levi all but demands you to come to his room and show him what you know

You were already playing all night anyway so why not play with someone?

Initially, Levi would have you come over just to show him your tactics

(Also to get some team wins on his stats because he never has anyone to play with)

But you were actually pretty chill for a normie

Maybe if he exposed you to his otaku ways you would take to them and he wouldn’t be the only one in the house anymore!

You don’t become an otaku but you do get invested in almost every anime he shows you

He starts inviting you over for midnight premieres of new episodes

He starts buying extra merch because what if you wanted one?

He was used to disproving looks from his brothers when he mass buys stuff from Akuzon

But you only smile and listen when he tells you about his new special edition item

You never once judged him and his unconventional ways

This epiphany makes him extra nervous for your weekly hangouts

It was only a matter of time before you came across a break up in an anime

When the episode ended you told him about your break up and how the protagonist reminded you of yourself because they also were taking a break from love

Levi has seen this anime before actually

He remembers how the protagonist reacted to a side character confessing to them and it went bad

So while he knows he likes you, he holds off on saying anything because the last thing he wants is to be a bad story arc in your life

Lucky for him he’s always a flustered blushing mess so you shouldn’t suspect a thing

Satan:

He is the Avatar of Wrath so whenever there is rage, he is aware

He feels anger radiating through the house one day and thinks his brothers are just fighting again

Imagine his surprise when he realizes the source of the anger is coming from your room

He walks in and sees you throwing things around and screaming, your room was destroyed

He sees you’re about to step on some glass and instantly swoops in and picks you up so you don’t hurt yourself

But then you curl up against him and burst into tears

He stands there, not quite sure what to do

He ends up sitting on the bed and letting you cry for a while

You word vomit about your break up and he listens carefully and notes the anger welling up inside you as you speak

He knows all too well what anger can do to someone and a fragile human shouldn’t have to go through that

“Would you like some tea?”

He can spare 30 minutes for some small talk with the human if it meant that you wouldn’t be left in your thoughts

You look at him like he has three heads but agree because your room is a mess and you don’t wanna deal with it right now

Tea time becomes a daily occurrence and soon enough it escalates to full-on hangouts

Going to the bookstore, going to cat cafes, going wherever you wanted to really

One time you both took a day trip to the human world

Lucifer wasn’t happy to find out his brother and you were gone for an entire day but he lets it go when he sees that you’re smiling genuinely for the first time in weeks

What Satan didn’t expect was how these outings made him feel

He finds himself distracted from his books because he can’t stop thinking about how cute you looked holding that black cat at the cafe

Or how happy you looked when you took him to that ice cream shop in your hometown that you really love

He wakes up and you’re the first thing to pop into his mind

He’s not dumb, he knows he’s fallen in love

But he also knows this isn’t the right time, you aren’t ready

So he’ll keep being there for you as a friend

And if you ever want him to be there as something more, he’ll happily oblige

Asmodeus:

There was a movie night at the House of Lamentation

Today’s movie was an action movie, courtesy of Mammon

Amidst all the face punching and explosions, there was a budding romance between the main characters

After the third obnoxious makeout scene, you leave the room claiming you need to go to the restroom

But you leave just a *little* too fast and Asmo can feel something is up

And he thrives on gossip so he intends to find out what is it

He leaves the room a few minutes later and catches you in the hallway, determined to get you to spill the tea

You tell him about the breakup

He wasn’t prepared for the tea to be so bitter

“Oh. Well, you know what’s good for that? Face masks!”

He had to save face somehow and beauty was his default

He’s a bit shocked when you agree but you both ditch movie night to do face masks and talk a bit

He decides to share a couple of bad date experiences he’s had to make you feel better

“Trust me, you haven’t felt embarrassment until you have someone vomit Enfield brains on your new pants and shoes while at one of the hottest clubs in the Devildom.”

You spent the entire night giggling and listening to his stories

Devildom products are surprisingly effective on your skin so you keep asking Asmo to show you new products

Plus his company is nice

Self-care days become a common occurrence

Then those self-care days become self-care sleepovers

He starts intentionally waiting to try anything new because he wants you to be there when he does

He buys more of those scented candles you told him smelled nice

A few weeks later you’re having a self-care sleepover again and you have this really cute focused look on your face while painting your nails

He knows he likes you, but this was different than his usual attraction

He didn’t want to fuck you

Well he did but not just fuck you

He wouldn’t mind if there was something more

But you routinely ended your self-care nights by yelling ‘Fuck love!’ at the top of your lungs and laughing

So he knows now isn’t the time and he’s actually okay with that

You were a sight to behold regardless of his relationship status with you

But he hopes you’ll indulge in him one day

Beelzebub:

Mammon keeps pushing his human watching duties on Beel

But he doesn’t really care because he’s being paid in cheesecake

After his third day of keeping an eye on you, he notices you aren’t eating much

Being the Avatar of Gluttony, this is basically a crime

He starts bringing extra snacks with him when he hangs out with you

“I think the chocolate flavor is better than the vanilla. What do you think?”

He actually doesn’t have a preference

He just wants to know which snacks you like more so he can bring more of them

He makes a game out of it so you don’t think about how much you’re eating

“It motivates me to work out longer when I get a snack, could you help me?”

You sit on his back and after every pushup, you both eat a bit of whatever snack he has

He keeps going until he thinks you’ve eaten a decent amount

Or you say you’re getting full

Belphie notices that Beel is refilling his snack stash more often but he doesn’t say anything

Beel feels an immense sense of accomplishment when you finish your plate at dinner a few days later

Soon after you tell him about the breakup

“It hit me hard but you made it easier to cope, Beel. These hangouts are the highlight of my day so thank you.”

There’s a certain pang Beel gets in his stomach when he’s really hungry

Somehow your words made that pang happen in his chest

But this didn’t hurt him, quite the opposite actually

He felt good, he felt happy

It was strange for his stomach to be the quiet one while his heart went wild

But this wasn’t a change he minded too much

He wasn’t sure what to make of it but he knows he wants to figure it out with you

And he’ll take his time doing so because he liked how things were now

Belphegor:

He’s intrigued by you after the first week of your stay

He’s never seen a human who slept as much as he did

Frankly, he was impressed

Until Lucifer informed everyone about your recent breakup and made it clear to not upset you

That’s when Belphie realized these were not the leisurely naps he takes, but depression naps

One day he sees you sleeping in the living room and you looked so distressed

Sleeping was meant to be a peaceful state but you looked so unhappy

So he wakes you up

“You’re in my sleeping spot.”

You weren’t in his sleeping spot.

“Oh sorry, I’ll move-”

“You’re already here. We can both fit.”

Before you can protest he’s all comfy next to you and falling back asleep

Having another person next to you was kind of comforting so you let it go and go back to sleep

What you didn’t know was Belphie could partially influence your dreams

He can make them more pleasant but he can’t control what you dream about

He knows it works when he wakes up and you have a relaxed expression on your sleeping face

You wake up soon after looking confused

“Good dream?”

“I think? I had a dream I rode a unicorn to the moon then carved my initials into it?”

Napping together in the living room becomes a routine

And every time you woke up you told him about the dream you had with a small smile

A few weeks later he notices he no longer has to influence your dreams for them to be good

So he leaves you be and instead curls up in the attic for his afternoon nap

He wakes up a bit when he feels someone lay down next to him

It’s probably Beel

“Why didn’t you tell me you moved napping spots?”

His eyes open and he looks over to see you pouting at him

“I just sorta ended up here.”

“Well, I can’t nap without my cuddle buddy now can I?”

You’re teasing him and he should be annoyed

But he’s blushing

He spoons you to hide that fact, resting his forehead on your shoulder

But while your dreams were getting better, it didn’t mean you were ready to move on

So he just enjoys his intimate cuddling sessions with you and tries not to think too hard about the fact that he really likes how your body fits against his

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #annazonabeth

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rebelwrites · 4 years ago

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Imma Take Care Of Your Body (NSFW)

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN REBEL IS IN A THIRSTY AS FUCK MOOD!!! Also this took me THE WHOLE FUCKING DAY to write please show it some love.

Warnings: PURE AND UTTER FILTH! Was gonna put warnings on this but there’s too much to list 😂

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This Months Writing

Being one of the few females on deployment had its advantages, the main one being, you got a hooch to yourself. You didn’t have to bunk with the rest of Bravo. The one major downside was you couldn’t always fill that need on your own, and the rest of the team had no idea of your little arrangement with a certain blondie, well that’s what you thought anyway. You had a itch that was in desperate need of scratching but you had no idea when you and Clay could sneak off to have some fun of your own.

Walking out of your hooch, the warm breeze tickled your skin, it was the first night of deployment so everyone was chilling around the fire pit, beers on hand. Looking around you saw that every seat was taken, and you didn’t fancy sitting on the floor, the sand was a bitch to clean out.

“That’s it guys,” you laughed grabbing a beer from the cooler. “Take all the seats, it’s fine, I didn’t want to sit down anyway!”

“Why you always gotta be dramatic Y/L/N?” Sonny laughed.

“Urm because dramatic is my middle name, Sunshine.” You laughed, hitting round the back of his head. Before moving round the group, standing the stop between Clay and Trent.

“I got the perfect seat for you baby,” Clay said lowly so only you could hear, as he glanced down at his lap, his hand position perfectly, near his crotch. “You know this seat is always free for you.”

“Is that right Blondie?” You whispered as Clay pulled you down onto this lap, this wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two of you, so no one mentioned it.

It was like Clay knew what you were feeling, as he didn’t stop bouncing his leg, it also meant he was in a teasing mood.

“Quit wiggling would ya!” you laughed.

“Why, is it getting to you baby?” He hummed against your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin and you could feel his semi pressing right against the spot you needed him the most.

“Clay,” You said, meaning for it to come out at a warning but instead it came out breathless.

“What’s up babygirl?” He hummed, gently grazing his teeth against your skin.

“You know what, Spenser.” You said as you took a deep breath, trying not to show just how turned on you were right now, it was like a game to Clay. He always tried to tease you in front of everyone.

“Don’t know what you are on about, Princess.” He whispered as he moved his free hand to your thigh. “But you can’t hide how turned on you are , you know I know every inch of this body, and just how it reacts to my touch.”

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as his hand ran up and down your thigh.

“You know Imma take care of this body,” he whispered, “kiss every inch of this soft skin, teasing you, slowly running my fingers over your clit, before pushing my fingers inside of you.”

“Clay, please stop,” you breathed as you squeezed your thighs together.

“Princess, you know I never stop,” he laughed, as he slowly pressed his hard on against your core “I’m going to watch as you squirm in pleasure from just the feeling of my fingers, moaning my name, making you feel like no one else can.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, as you let your eyes flutter closed.

“I wanna feel your body pressed against mine, listen to you moan as I slowly push my hard cock in you, giving you what you really want.” He breathed.

“Oh god,” you mumbled, as he pressed up against you again.

“But you won’t get any of it baby, not until I hear you say it.” he whispered, gently biting your ear lobe.

“Fuck” you breathed. “I need you Clay, so fucking bad”

“That’s a good girl.” he smirked, kissing your forehead. “Who am I to deny you of what you need, let’s go”

You didn’t need to think twice, as you stood up without saying anything to anyone. You headed back to your hooch, with Clay following close behind you.

The moment you were behind closed doors, he pinned you against the wall, his lips crashing down on yours as he pressed his body against yours. You couldn’t lie you were addicted to him, the way he made you feel was like nothing you had ever felt before.

“Fuck, you don’t know how bad I want you right now” he breathed against your lips, as his fingers fumbled with the button on your trousers.

“I’m all yours to take,” you whimpered, leaning into his touch.

“You just know the right things to say to me,” he growled as he pushed your trousers down your legs, pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you standing there in just your underwear, his eyes roaming your body before pushing you down onto the bed. “Damn you are so fucking perfect” he hummed as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor.

“Clay, please,” you whimpered, making him smirk “I need you so bad”

“Patience babygirl,” he smirked as he dropped his jeans and boxers, making your mouth water at the sight that was in front of you. “I told you how things are going to go!”

“Yeah well, change of plan,” you giggled, as you crawled over to him, leaning back on your heels as you kissed his thick thighs, his breathing getting heavier as you got closer to his dick. “You always focus on me, it’s time I returned the favour” without any warning you ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins against your tongue, slowly making your way to the head as his fingers knotted themselves into your hair, throwing his head back as you sucked slightly harder before taking him all on your mouth. It took a couple of attempts and some gagging, due to him being big and thick, but you weren’t giving up until you had all only him in your mouth.

“Fuck,” Clay grunted, as his grip on your hair tightened, “You and that pretty little mouth of yours will get you into so much trouble one day babygirl.”

Looking up at him through your lashes, as you continued to make him feel as good as he makes you feel, his heavy breathing and grunts, spurred you on, feeling his dick twitch in your mouth. Before he pulled your hair, pulling you off him.

“Playtime is over, Princess,” he growled, as he managed to unclasp your bra with one hand, before pushing you down on the bed. His lips connecting with your neck, gently sucking and nipping at your skin, sending sparks through your body, Clay knew your body like the back of hand, so he knew just what buttons to press.

He slowly and agonisingly, moved down your body, placing hot, open mouthed kisses across your skin, he was in this for the long game and you knew after you would be exhausted, but it was so worth it.

“Clay, please stop teasing.” You cried as he slowly ran his fingers through your wet folds, smirking when he realised just how much he was effecting you. Without warning he pushed two fingers inside of you, making you cry in pleasure, arching your back as he curled his fingers finding your g spot. “Oh god,” you moaned.

“God I love hearing you moan my name,” he hummed against your throbbing clit, the feeling of his breath adding to everything you were feeling, the moment his tongue found your clit made you scream out, tangling your fingers in his hair, your whole body felt like it was on fire and was about to explode any moment, Clay also knew this as you felt him smirk before stopping everything he was doing, making you whine in annoyance, you were so fucking close. “I’m in charge, Princess, you remember that. And you cum when I allow it.”

Feeling him slowly pull his fingers out, you whimpered from the loss of feeling of him, but it wasn’t long before his fingers were at your mouth, without thinking you took his fingers in your mouth, sucking them clean, tasting yourself on him only made you hornier. You didn’t know what it was but Clay always managed to bring the inner slut out of you, doing things you’d never do with anyone else.

“That’s my good girl,” Clay breathed, as you looked up at him through your lashes. “Now where is it? And don’t bother trying to tell me you didn’t bring it because I know you did,” he laughed as he looked around the room. “I know you just can’t live without my cock baby.”

“Backpack,” you breathed, as he took his fingers from your mouth. The anticipation of what was coming was driving you crazy, the item in question was originally meant as a gag gift but now it was something you couldn’t live without.

“Got ya.” Clay grinned as he pulled the black box out, pulling the vibrator out, but this wasn’t your standard vibrator, this was molded from his own cock. “See I knew this gift would be the best thing ever.”

“Baby please,” you moaned as he turned the vibrator onto the fastest setting, holding it against your clit, making your squirm. “I just need you,” you breathed “need you so fucking bad.”

“Patience Princess,” he laughed, watching your breathing get heavier, grasping at the sheets as he kept the toy pressed against you. “Tell me babygirl, how often to you fuck yourself with this, wishing it was the real thing?”

“All the goddamn time,” you cried, bucking your hips against the toy, trying to get some sort of release. “Please Clay,” you whimpered “please just fuck me.”

“Well seen as you asked so nicely,” he grinned as he positioned himself against you, reaching up grabbing a spare pillow to put under your ass, both of your moans filled the room as he finally pushed his solid cock in you.

“Oh fuck,” you cried as you clawed at his arms, the feeling of his hard thrusts and the toy still pressed against you clit sent your body into a frenzy, your legs were shaking and your eyes were rolling back in pleasure. “Oh god, Clay.”

“Fuck baby,” Clay grunted as his grip on your hips got tighter. “Don’t you dare cum yet Princess, not yet.”

“I’m so close,” you cried.

“Soon babygirl, soon,” he moaned as he felt you tighten around his cock. “Fuck you are so tight.”

“Fuck, please, shit,” you cried, the pleasure was just too much for you, the overstimulation and his long hard thrusts were too much, and you couldn’t hold back any longer. Digging your fingers into his arms, you cried out, you didn’t care that the walls were thin and the whole base could probably hear you screaming Clay’s name as the most intense orgasm washed over you, your whole body was shaking as Clay continued to thrust, his grip on your hips getting tighter, and would definitely leave marks but you didn’t care right now, all that mattered was the connection you had with Clay.

Opening your eyes, you bit your lip as you got lost in his blue eyes, your heart was pounding against your chest, your breathing was heavy and it felt like you were floating as you road out your high as Clay found his own climax, his face screwing up, as he took his final thrust, moaning your name as he came.

The toy had now been turned off and tossed to the side, as he collapsed on top of you, taking his weight on his arms, resting his forehead against yours.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, trying to catch his breath.

“Tell me about it,” you breathed, resting one hand on his cheek and the other in the centre of his chest. “Think that’s the hardest you have made me cum.”

“Won’t be the last either,” he smirked, pausing in thought for a second, as he pulled out. “I want more Y/N.”

“Damn boy, let me recover first.” You giggled as he helped clean you up before laying next to you, pulling you into his arms, resting your head on his chest.

“No, I’m fucking spent right now.” He laughed “What I mean is I want more, don’t get me wrong the sex is mind blowing, but I don’t just want us to be each other’s booty calls. I want to be able to call you my girl.”

“Good job I want the same then.” You whispered running your fingers over his chest.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to, his kiss said everything that needed to be said. Yes the lust was still there, but it was full of passion and love and once again left you breathless.

“I guess we better go rejoin the group,” he whispered against your lips.

“Mmm, ten more minutes,” you whispered, “I don’t wanna leave our bubble just yet and face the real world.”

“I mean if they didn’t know something was going on between us, they sure do now. You really don’t know how to be quiet, do you Princess? Might have to gag you next time.”

“Is that a promise, Spenser?”

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#Clay Spenser #clay spenser x reader #clay spenser imagine #clay spenser oneshot #seal team #seal team x reader #seal team imagine #seal team oneshot #rebel was in a mood today

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witchyameita · 3 years ago

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Spring Cleaning- Ameita

The warm, yellow hues peaked through the white curtains which shined on Alfred’s soft skin. Opening his blue eyes from feeling the warmth of the sun, he rubbed his eyes and put on his glasses which were placed on the nightstand. Taking a few stretches and taking time to check his phone for anything going on today. Alas, he’d have to make something fun happen. Looking to his left, he saw his brunette lover still sleeping. With a small giggle and a kiss on his forehead, the blonde crept out to get started on breakfast. This was the day Feliciano wanted to start cleaning since spring had finally begun. Alfred didn’t really mind cleaning, he just didn’t feel like doing it. The last time he properly went through things was in his Revolutionary War things in the attic, which was a while ago. So he guessed it was for the better.

‘Feli should be cooking, not me’ Alfred thought, smiling a little to himself as he finished breakfast.’

He only made a few breakfast options, since he still cooks like a college student. Today he made pancakes, chocolate chip pancakes for himself and original pancakes for Feli. Just then he heard a familiar voice yelling his name,

“Americaaaaa~!” Feliciano smiled and jumped onto Alfred, who luckily caught him in a hug.

“Italyyyyyy!!! How’d ya sleep?” The american asked, spinning Feli in circles.

“I slept okay! Though I had a weird dream!” He said after being let go, sitting at the dining room table.

“For real? Now you gotta tell me your dream!” Alfred stopped what he was doing to listen to the Italian’s story.

“So basically I was a pirate right? Then a seal came up to me and asked me if I had found the prince of the sea! Then I was like ‘no but who is that?’ The seal then starts to say-“

Listening to Feli talk so passionately about some odd dream he had made Alfred smile. He was even acting it out and doing different voices for each character. It was pretty cute, it sounds like a dream he would have too.

“Then everything blows up! Except me I become a god! Then end!” Feli smiles while Alfred has a doomed expression on his face.

“Wait what the hell?! I missed a part!!”

Alfred’s concern made Feliciano laugh and he just clinged onto the taller one. Never mind on that dream part, either Feliciano is twisted or is just very random. They both ended up laughing as Alfred passed out the food and they ate. He had also opened up the windows to clear the smoke he had caused from some bacon he decided to make.

“It feels so nice in here, this is so great for spring cleaning! But I don’t feel like it…”

Feliciano looked away and Alfred just looked at him and pouted.

“Dude this was YOUR idea! No take backs!”

“Nuh-uh! I changed my mind I wanna have a siesta!”

“What’s a siesta again?”

After a few exchanges they agreed to clean and then party. Now Alfred had found something fun to do today, with that being said they ate and began to clean. They were mainly just cleaning out clothes, utensils, and other stuff they really didn’t need.

“Hey America look at this!”

Feliciano held up a painting of Alfred under the stars that he had done a year or two ago.

“Hell yeah I remember that!! It was the first one you made for me- I think?”

Italy smiled happily and proudly. Alfred re adjusted his glasses a bit before going through a box labeled “Italy the crybaby’s stuff.”

“Eh?! Why’d you name that box like that?!”

Italy stood up over the box and started sorting through it while giving Alfred a disapproving look.

“Cause it’s funny, your reaction is priceless!” Alfred started bursting with laughter, which eventually made Italy laugh too.

“I might be a crybaby but at least I’m cute!” Feliciano giggled.

Nodding in agreement, they both went on chit chatting about nonsense as always. Alfred even started a pillow fight while looking through Feli’s old bedroom linens. He won but felt bad about how hard he accidentally hit Italy, so that ended quickly. Then Alfred moved onto vacuuming, scrubbing down the tables, basically doing a deep clean. Feli was re organizing everything, both of them were pretty lazy but liked to have cleanliness.

“A hero’s work is never done! … except now I’m tired!” Alfred fell back on the couch and sighed, grabbing a soda from the mini-fridge they had next to the couch.

Feliciano sat next to him and placed his head on Alfred’s shoulder. Which in turn Alfred leaned his head on top of Italy’s and smiled softly.

“I’m tired too, maybe I’ll take a nap right here.”

Feliciano yawned and closed his eyes, feeling the cool air coming through the windows. Slowly he fell asleep to the whistling of the wind coming through the windows. Alfred decided that he’d let Feli sleep and wait until late to have fun. He grabbed the remote to watch tv and relax for now, especially since he was goofing off. Maybe cleaning wasn’t so bad, especially when Feli was around. Looking at Feli’s sleeping face basking in the sunlight, America knew he already found his fun thing to do today.

This is my first time writing in forever but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless <3

#ameita #Hetalia #aphamerica #aph italy

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sunaswife · 5 years ago

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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

note from denise: hi!! <3 this is a small chapter but i think an important one nonetheless :) i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter Nine

“Is there anything you want for breakfast?” You asked Rin as you looked through your closet. He was laying back in bed under the covers, typical Rin. “No don’t bother making anything. I wanna treat you guys to breakfast.” He rubbed his eyes and you turned. “You don’t have to.” You immediately told him. “No i want to.” He assured and you smiled lightly. “Alright thank you.” You said softly and you grabbed your black overall skirt, white long sleeve and your favorite leggings.

“If you want you can wake up the kids.” You said before heading into the bathroom. He sat up and groaned and slowly made his way to their room. He opened the door and saw the two little foxes slide something under the bed. He tilted his head confused and they innocently looked up at him. “Good morning daddy.” They recited which honestly gave him the chills. Twins who could recite things at the same time are creepy. “Good morning. Now what were you guys hiding just now?” He asked with a raised brow. “Nothing—“ Akira innocently smiled. Even though these kids looked like Rin, they certainly had Y/N’s expressions. And that adorable smile that Suna has missed.

“You guys already know that lying is bad. Show me what you’re hiding?” He asked and sat on the floor across from them. Rini guiltily frowned and he reached under the bed to retrieve a box. It was an old shoe box. “A box? What? is it just an animal or something?” Rin asked and the kids shook their heads. Akira handed him the box and he opened it. The first thing he saw was a Polaroid of you and him. He felt a slap across his face. You smiled so bright and Rin had his deadpanned face like always. The photo behind the Polaroid was with you in between the twins. They were using your shoulders as an arm rest, each photo made his stomach turn and he saw napkins and tickets, you always wrote the date and a little heart with a note when Rin would take you to places.

“You and mommy looked so happy. Why did you guys leave eachother. I don’t get it.” Akira asked. “You won’t get it until you’re older.” Rin said and began to put everything back before he started crying. “Do you still love mommy?” Rini asked, Rin felt like he was in the hot seat.

They kept their eyes fixated on him. “Of course I do, she’s an amazing friend. She’s the mother of my children.” Rin started. “No not that kind of love...like love love. Like do you wanna marry her?” Akira asked but his phone rang and he saw the FaceTime call from his mother.

His face turned white and he immediately stood up and answered. “H-hi mom..” Rin cleared his throat and the twins gasped. “Grandma?!” They practically yelled. “Rintarou, are you babysitting or something?” His mother asked. “Um no I’m not—“ “Daddy Can we see grandma? We don’t have a grandma we wanna see our grandma!” Rini pulled the hem of his shirt and he looked down. “Daddy? Rintarou they’re not talking about you right?” His mother asked concerned. “Give me a sec...” he told the kids. “Start picking out your clothes.” He said and they quickly nodded and he went straight to the living room. He sighed and rested his hand on his forehead. “Rintarou talk to me. What’s going on? Did you get someone pregnant?” His mom asked. “Yes—no—it’s complicated I—“ “Rintarou it’s either a yes or a no.” His mom said.

Is this deja vu?

“Alright I’ll be honest. Yes I got a girl pregnant.” He sighed and brushed his hair back with his hand. His mom immediately changed her face to one of disappointment. She wasn’t expecting this when she called her son to ask when he was going to visit again.

“Rintaoru explain.” His moms tone completely changed and he gulped, he didn’t hear you coming from the hall. “Well..remember Y/N? My highschool girlfriend?” He asked. “The girl who’s the reason you were severely depressed and almost suicidal? Yeah how could I forget?” She replied sarcastically and you froze.

Wait...what?

“Well before we broke up we kind of..ya know and so she left and she didn’t tell me about them—“ “SHE DID WHAT?! Where is she I want to talk to her!” His mom raised her voice. “Rin I-“ you spoke up and he turned quickly to see you standing there in your cute outfit.

“Y/N, i need to speak with you.” His mother broke the silence and Rin was about to protest but you snatched his phone away. “Hello Mrs. Suna.” You said awkwardly but she had the same deadpanned expression your ex and kids have. “Why didn’t you tell my idiot son you were pregnant?” She demanded rather than ask. “Well it was because I was heartbroken, alone, and going through something traumatic. My parents kicked me out and I didn’t want Rin to have to drop out to help me support two children.” You said. “Two—“ “I had twins.” You interrupted. “How do you know they’re my sons—“ “He’s the only person I’ve ever slept with and they look exactly like him, ma’am. I assure you they’re his.” You replied.

“I don’t believe you not telling Rin you were pregnant because of your situation is an excuse.” She said. “I know. But I wanted to wait until Rin was more mature—“ “And had money and fame as a pro player right? So you could get money?” She asked and both of your and Rin’s eyes widened. “Excuse me. I’m doing more than fine on my own and I have not asked Rin for anything.”

“What do you do for a living?” She asked as if trying to prove you wrong, “I’m a sports commentator, voice actress and Internet personality. I have my own house and car so don’t you dare accuse me of wanted to take money from Rintarou because I will never ask him for anything then to be in the kids lives—“

“Okay that’s enough—mom please stop. We still have a lot of things to talk about regarding the kids and co-parenting. I need to go, we’re taking them on a field trip.” He said after taking the phone away. “When are you guys both free?” His mother asked. “As a single mother I can assure you that I’m never free.” You replied sassily. “I’m free in two weeks—“ Rin interrupted again before another fight started. “..me too..” you replied after checking your calender on the wall.

“Okay, I want you both in Hyogo with the kids. We need to chat.” She said and hung up. You and Rin just looked at eachother and blinked in shock. Like...did that just happen? The kids peered over the hallway doorpost and frowned. They wanted to meet their grandma.

“We’ll talk later.” You told him and he nodded. You turned back down the hall and mumbled something about getting the kids ready for today. Suna changed back into his clothes from yesterday and when the kids look all presentable and cute you all left.

“I should have know.” You said as you looked at the bright sign that said Onigiri Miya. Rin helped Akira out of the car seat and he chuckled. “Osamu’s food is bomb and you know it. I get a best friend discount either way.” He shrugged as you held Rini’s hand and Rin held Akiras hand and you both walked to the shop.

“Hmm? What a surprise!” Osamu spoke up when the bell chimed. “Good morning uncle Samu!” The kids giggled and let go to run to the counter. “How are my favorite munchkins?” He asked as they smiled and looked at the pictured food in amazement.

They act like you never feed them and when you do they just eat two bites and they’re “full”.

“Sup.” “Yo.” Suna and Osamu greeted. “Good morning Osamu.” You said politely and he smiled. “Good morning Y/N.” He replied. “When Suna didn’t come back last night I got a bit worried and he didn’t answer my texts till this morning but I’m glad he was with you.” Osamu said and you didn’t see Suna’s small blush. “Oh well the kids really wanted him to sleep over so he reluctantly agreed and we just called it a night.” You chuckled and he nodded. In the car, Suna told you his situation. He’s currently being transferred over to Tokyo in a different team and his lease ended so instead of getting another lease he moved out and he’s crashing with Osamu for a bit.

While you both talked you couldn’t see the look your kids were giving eachother. The opportunity was perfect and they’re going to take full advantage of it.

Finally you and Rin decided on what to order as well as the kids and you all sat down patiently. Rin was showing the kids pictures of his dog, Chewy. It was short for Chewbacca and you sighed at how much of a nerd Suna really is. But yet again that was another thing you guys bonded over back then.

Soon the food arrived and the kids loved it, you loved it. Rin obviously loved it. It was just so freaking good. “How much was the food again? So I can pay half.” You asked after wiping your mouth and Suna frowned. “I told you I got it.” He flicked your forehead and you smacked his hand. “Oww.” You whined. “It’s free cuz you demanded that I give you free food when I opened my restaurant, remember?” Osamu spoke up from the counter and you squinted. “But—“ “No if’s, but’s, or coconuts. I’m not charging Rin today.” Osamu said and you told him a small thank you.

“Y/N the ticket booth is this way..” Rin pointed out as you walked to the gates. “I came prepared.” You said and pulled out the QR code’s on your phone. “Mama still gets nervous talking to strangers sometimes so she usually is prepared.” It didn’t take long for everyone to go through the gates and Rin realized you have to had payed for his ticket.

He kept bugging throughout the day that he could pay for everyone instead but you smacked his arm and pointed at your kids in the distance. They were at the kids section where they could touch starfish and Akira was obviously a little bit nervous. But Rini was there guiding her hand and making sure she was using the two fingers to pet the animals.

“Rini may be a bit of an airhead but he always remembers that he’s a big brother and he’s always there for Akira when she’s nervous or scared..” you told him and his heart melted. They were just so cute. “Um..excuse me..Suna Rintarou...hi I’m a big fan and I was wondering if I can take a photo or get an autograph..” a small voice said and you turned to see a teenage boy.

“Sure dude.” Suna smiled softly and the guy took out his phone for a selfie, “I can take the picture.” You spoke up and the teenager gasped.” “Kageyama Y/N! Oh my god, are you really cousins with Tobio? Or do you just happen to have the same last name? I love listening to your podcasts and the yandere video game that your in is amazing!” He began to geek out and you laughed. “Yeah Tobio and I are cousins, and thanks for the support! You’re a man of culture I see.” You joked.

There was a slight pause of realization with him and he gasped. “Oh..am I interrupting your date?” He asked and looked between you both.

“Yes.”

“No.”

He tilted his head confused and you held Rin’s hand and hugged his arm. Your chest practically engulfed his arm and he almost had a nose bleed. “We went to the same highschool together so we’re catching up with a small date.” You said causing Suna’s face to turn bright red. The boy apologized for bothering and he took a selfie with you both and left.

You quickly let go and you put some distance between you both. Suna began fanning his face and you tried to hide your blush. Out of everything you could do, why would you do that?!

“I don’t know if you wanna tell the world that you have two kids or that you got some chick pregnant in highschool.” You told him. “You weren’t some chick, and I honestly don’t care if people know.” He said and you sighed and turned back to your kids. “But if you’re gonna keep doing that then it’s fine.” He said and you turned back to see him covering his mouth in shock. “I said that out loud didn’t I?” He asked and you nodded.

This was going to be a long day.

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tigerseye46 · 4 years ago

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YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB WITH THAT PROMPT!!!

If it's alright with you I'll ask for another one. 150 with Freenoodleshipping (I am asking for the same ship over and over and for that, I apologise)

Prompt List

THANKS! I TRIED! Ngl, my mind went to Tang wearing the brocade cassock, now here we are. (You’re fine! It satisfies my addiction for the Freenoodleship!)

150. “Don’t let go.” “Just let me stay.”

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Ugh, it was another demon attack. Not from the Demon Bull Family but another powerful demon, a demon Pigsy didn’t want to bother to learn the name of. This demon was causing destruction all over the city, luckily, his kids had managed to evacuate the people from the areas the demon was attacking. He was worried for them, this seemed a bit too much for them to handle, they were just kids after all. He was definitely going to yell at Wukong eventually for letting kids, his kids fight demons.

It was another insane, stupid decision of Wukong’s, it wouldn’t be the first time. His older brother could be incredibly stupid, not like much has changed. Pigsy was tempted to go into his true demon form and aid his kids. This situation seemed too dire where it seemed like he needed it. It had been a long time but he knew how to use it. There were a lot of minions he could get rid of while his kids with Sandy, who had gone with them, handled the head demon, the hard part of this was, he was scared of how they would react. That form wasn’t something he ever mentioned and it gave away his true identity, his identity as Zhu Bajie. Ugh, what to do, what to do? His master, his amazing master who had the most beautiful personality in the whole- ugh there was no time to think about this! His master had always told him to do what was right. The choices bouncing back and forth in his head. He had barely noticed Tang fighting the demons with poorly executed moves and getting badly injured.

Dang it! It was difficult fighting these demons off and Pigsy wasn’t even paying attention. Tang wasn’t a fighter, never had been but he was trying. It took him thousands of years to finally learn some basic fighting techniques. At least he was doing more than he ever did back in the journey, he had always let his disciples handle the… messiness of the fights. That’s right, Tang was Tripitaka, he had left Heaven and was now down on Earth. He never expected that eventually he would get roped up into the same old mystic monkey business. Wukong surely could have handled this all on his own but he decided to leave to some kids and not just any kids, Tang’s kids. This was another thing he had to scold him for when he eventually met him again. If only Bajie was here, his hero, well aside from all the cowardly antics, he could handle this if he wanted to, he was always strong like that. Ugh, Tang should be focusing!

He called out to Pigsy, “Pigsy! A little help!”

Pigsy snapped out of his thoughts. Tang was hurt and that infuriated Pigsy. He ran to Tang and shielded him from the demons. He summoned his rake and began fighting them but even with his rake, it was too much. He needed his demon form and he needed it now. “Tang…”

“Yes, Pigsy?” He asked, clutching an arm and rubbing it.

The pig demon had Tang put his arms around Pigsy’s neck. “Don’t let go. Okay?” Tang nodded.

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ll see…” Pigsy closed his eyes as he focused on transforming. He grew larger, tusks appearing and his blue eyes glowing. Tang gasped. The now large demon glanced back at his reaction, Tang had his mouth agape, his eyes widened as he marveled at Pigsy’s demon form. Pigsy sucked in a breath, Tang was afraid of him, that was the clear answer to Bajie at least.

Tang was amazed, that form, he recognized it! That was Bajie’s true demon form! WAIT! Pigsy was actually Bajie? He had only seen that form a few times during the journey! Everytime he did made him flustered and this was no different. He looked so handsome and… and hot! He hadn’t changed a bit, real demon form wise.

During the scholar’s amazement, Pigsy took out demons left and right with his now huge rake, attempting to ignore Tang’s reaction. The minions finally fell and he could see his kids and Sandy off in the distance fighting the head demon.

Pigsy put Tang down, Tang had that same questioning look on his face. His mouth was still wide open. Yep, Tang was afraid of him. “Pigsy… you’re…”

“Zhu Bajie… I know. I know you’re scared of me, Tang.”

“What?” Pigsy thought he was scared of him? He could never be scared of him. He glared at Bajie’s stupidity.

Welp, that did nothing to ease the demon’s nerves. “I’ll… I’ll see ya later, Tang!” Then the demon was off. Tang sighed, confrontation was never his love’s strong suit.

The kids and Sandy came back moments later after defeating the head demon. They asked where Pigsy was but Tang simply answered that Pigsy was resting, no doubt back in their apartment. It was a simple matter of bandaging his wounds then he said goodbye to the three and made his way back to his place. He and Bajie needed to have a chat.

The Buddhist unlocked the door to their apartment, stepping inside and seeing Pigsy on the couch with his face in his hands. He stepped inside, shutting the door with a click. Pigsy looked up at him. “Pigsy…”

“Tang… ya shouldn’t be here…”

“Why not? It’s my home too. Just let me stay… hear me out.”

“Why? You’re just gonna turn me away…”

Tang facepalmed. “No I’m not! Gods, Bajie… the way you handle confrontation hasn’t changed…”

“What?”

“It’s so nice to see you again but you seem clueless, I’m supposed to be the oblivious one, remember?” He said as he cupped Bajie’s face.

“WHAT? Wait… what are ya tryin’ to say?”

“It’s me, Tripitaka. I know I look different but it’s me.”

Bajie was stunned until he snapped out of it and glared. “Real funny, Tang. Oh yeah and I’m the Monkey King.”

The Buddhist sighed. “I’ll prove it. Wait right here.” He went to his room and looked through a box. He pulled an item of clothing out and smiled, surely this was enough to convince him.

Meanwhile, Bajie tapped his foot. Tang’s joke wasn’t funny at all. Surely, he would have noticed if Tang was his master. Next he knew Tang walked towards him wearing… wearing the brocade cassock, the same brocade cassock his master wore. Then Tang repeated the heart sutra, his body glowing as he did so.

He smirked at Pigsy. “See… I wasn’t scared of you at all. Just surprised that the same pig who I get noodles from is my Bajie.”

“Your… your, YOUR BAJIE?” Pigsy blushed. “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it. You’re actually Tripitaka.”

“Yes I am and yes, my Bajie.” He cupped his love’s face again. “No one else’s, if you want to be mine that is.”

The demon’s heart thumped and he purred. “Ya like me?” His master liked him? Tang liked him? There was a lot they needed to discuss, a lot he needed to ask but just that question was slipping out from his mouth.

Tang’s face was pink. “I- I like you very much. Love is the more correct word though.”

“Ya wanna go out with me?”

“Of course I do! If you want to go out with me that is.”

Pigsy beamed, he carried Tang bridal style and swung him around. Tang giggled. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“So that’s a yes then?”

The demon rolled his eyes. “Course it is. I wanted you for so long.”

Tang’s blush deepened. “Me too… we have a lot to talk about.”

“We most certainly do.” They leaned and gave each other a passionate kiss.

“Does this mean I get free noodles now?”

Pigsy laughed. “Ya wish!”

“Really not even if I…” He scratched Wuneng’s ears, his purrs getting louder. “You’re awfully handsome in your demon form, wouldn’t mind seeing it more.”

“Then I’ll be sure to use it more then. You’re still not gettin’ free noodles though, my little freeloader.”

“My little freeloader? I like that.” He kissed Bajie’s snout. “I’ll find a way to persuade you, my love.”

“Sure, it’s not goin’ to happen.”

“We’ll see,” he whispered as he gave his lover another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my dear master.”

This wasn’t how they expected this to go, it was definitely a welcome surprise to each of them, a surprise they would tell at their wedding night, one day.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #freenoodleshipping #tang x pigsy #pigsy x tang #pigsy monkie kid #pigsy #tang #brief mention of wukong #Pigsy being oblivious for once #other than in his lost love #welp nvm it’s all the time #tang is tripitaka au #tripitaka #I like the idea of Tang in the cassock #think about how adorable he would look #If tang is Tripitaka then just imagine him keeping it around #and the others keeping their old clothes as a reminder #Tang: *wears the cassock again after so long*#Pigsy: Wow he still looks hot #imagine Pigsy and Tang wear their old clothes again and they're both blushing as they remember how the other used to look during the journey #would draw this but have zero drawing ability #Tang: Hey honey! Guess what I found!#Pigsy: What is it babe?#Tang: *wears the cassock* My old cassock!#Pigsy: *stops working*#I'm thinking about this idea too much #my fic

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fatiguing-thoughts · 5 years ago

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“Natural” - Chapter 7 - Embry Call x Reader

Graduation Party

I roll over in bed, waking up once again to an empty pillow to the side of me.

I was getting used to Embry falling asleep with me, though I don’t think I would ever get used to him not being there when I woke up, the lonely feeling it left behind was quite intense.

I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I walk over to my desk to find the usual good morning note from Embry.

I take the note and put it in a little box, with the others I’ve saved from him.

I look over at the time, seeing it to be only a little before 8:00. I decided that I should probably join my dad downstairs for some cereal and chatting before he heads off to work on this fine Friday morning.

“Hey dad.” I walk down the stairs and greet him in the kitchen.

“Hey kid. Leah was here last night?” He asks, taking a bite of his frosted flakes.

“Yeah, we watched some movies and talked, caught up a bit.” I grab a bowl to pour my own.

I sit down at the table across from him, taking a bite of my cereal.

“So what’s going on tonight, any big plans for the weekend?” He asks me.

“Yeah, I’m actually going to Bella’s graduation party tonight.” I smile at him.

“That sounds like fun, Billy mentioned that to me. The guys are going, too, right?” He asks me with a slight face of concern.

“Yes, dad. They’ll be there. What’re you worried about?” I laugh.

“I worry about everything, I’m a dad.” He chuckles.

“Alright there, dad. There’s nothing to worry about. Jacob, Quil, and Embry are going. I’m the tag along. Nothing usually gets past them.” I laugh.

“No, not usually. They all really shot up since we left.” His eyes widen, soft laughter escaping his lips.

“I know, it’s crazy. I can’t believe it.”

“How tall is Jacob now? Him and Embry are really up there.”

“Jake is 6’7 and Embry is 6’4.” I take another bite.

“Wow. When’re you gonna grow?” He laughs.

“Hey, relax there. Not all of us hit insane growth spurts.” I defend.

“I know. Just messing with you.”

“Yeah, I get it. Bully your daughter. Ha ha.” I smirk.

“Oh stop. You know I love you more than anything.” He gets up to put his bowl in the sink, nudging my shoulder on his way over.

“I know, I love you, too.”

“So how’s the Embry thing going on?” He asks.

“Pretty good.” I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks.

“I’m really glad it was Embry, honestly. He’s a good kid.” He puts a hand on my shoulder.

“He is.” My cheeks still held that red tint.

“Well, I should get going now. I’ll see you later, if not-- enjoy the party and keep in touch.” He kisses the top of my head before leaving.

I finish my cereal and clean it up.

Heading up the stairs I feel a little tired still from the night before. I lay back in bed to relax, maybe play on my phone for a bit.

I unlock my phone and see some messages from the guys.

“We’re gonna pick you up at 7. Be ready.” - Jake

“Good morning, bean. I love you and I can’t wait to see you today. Can I come over before the party?” - Embry

“(Y/N) important question. Do you think that snails are animals? Are slugs just homeless snails? I saw one on my porch last night and it’s keeping me up. Lmk what you think.” - Quil

I shake my head, wondering why I even have a phone in the first place. I decide to text them all back.

“You got it, chief.”

“Good morning, Em. I love you, too. Come over whenever you can :)”

“According to google, snails are basically octopuses. I don’t know about the slugs, though, bud. Do some research and keep me posted.”

I laugh as I put my phone on my nightstand, walking over to my mirror.

I look myself up and down, in my pajama shorts and a band t-shirt from a concert Embry and I went to three years ago in Port Angeles. I remember it like it was just yesterday.

Embry and I walked around the venue after the show, passing by the merch table to take a peak.

“Oh wow, that shirt’s pretty cool, look.” I point to him.

“It is, why don’t you get it?” He asks.

“I don’t know, I really shouldn’t buy it. My dad would get annoyed at me for buying another band tee.” I shrug my shoulders in disappointment, as I usually get a shirt at every show we went to.

“Ah, that’s fair. Sorry, bean.” He pats me on the back.

“It’s alright, I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” I let him know and he walks me over to the bathroom before entering the men’s room himself.

I walk out a few moments later to see a smiling Embry, holding onto his backpack straps.

“You ready to catch the train back?” I ask.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He smiles.

We make our way back to the train station and sit down, beginning our hour and a half journey.

“Hey, (Y/N)? Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” I look up into his sweet brown eyes, filled with excitement.

“So I got that shirt. I really liked it and I kinda wanted to add it to my collection. I just don’t want you to be upset with me.” He looks at me, pursing his lips.

“No I’m not mad, Em. Why would I be mad at you? You’ll look great in it. You always get a shirt, we have our concert shirt collection going on.” I smile up at him, kinda kicking myself for not buying one to keep the tradition-- though not wanting to be lectured by my dad for it being a “waste of money.”

“Great, I didn’t think you’d be mad. Especially because I got you one, too.” He smiles, reaching into his bag.

“Embry! Why would you do that? Don’t spend your money on me.” I scold, trying to hide the blushing and insane smiling from appearing on my face.

“Oh, shut up. You wanted the shirt, I wanted to get you the shirt. We both got what we wanted.” He smiles.

“But, Emb-”

“No, shh. Just say thank you and wear it.” He smiles, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Thank you, Em.” I look up into his eyes, not even attempting to hide my severe blushing.

“Anything for you, bean.” He smiles.

I hold the shirt in my hands, clutching it excitedly. A yawn escapes my lips but I try to fight it back.

“You can lay on my shoulder, take a nap. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” He smiles.

I nod, placing my head on his shoulder and falling asleep.

I observe how long it is for me, as he bought it in his size because “it’s just cuter that way” as he would say.

Sitting down on my bed, I unlock my phone to see the responses from Embry and Quil, Jake only gave my message a thumbs up.

“I’m on my way, should be there in a few minutes :)” - Embry

“I’m on it.” - Quil

I smirk before I make my bed and try to tidy up my room, just what I teased Embry about yesterday.

A few minutes into me cleaning, I hear my phone going off. It was Embry texting me that he was here and to let him in.

I jog down the stairs and open the door to see an excited Embry.

“Good morning.” He picks me up in his arms and spins me around.

“Hey there, Embry.” I giggle into his neck.

He places me back on the floor and I lead him upstairs.

We get into my room and I notice his staring.

“Is something wrong?” I ask him, eyes widening in nervousness.

“No, no. God no. I just-- you look cute like that. I just, I like your outfit.” He stumbles upon his words.

“Thank you, Em.” I blush.

“I’m glad I got you it in my size. Maybe you should just switch over to my clothes completely. I think that would work.” He flirts, smiling like the goof that he is.

“Hmm, maybe. I’ll steal some more of your hoodies soon.” I smirk.

“I can’t even complain.” He leans down kissing me softly.

The kiss once again, as all the rest, felt like electricity shot through my entire body. I felt my knees going weak.

Emby’s hand on my hips felt like absolute heaven, making out with him was a rush, it felt like heaven on earth.

He pulls away, placing his forehead on my own.

“Hi.” He breathes.

“Hey.” I smile.

“Wanna watch some Rick & Morty?” He asks.

“Sure.” I laugh.

We always talked about Rick & Morty while I was gone, trying to watch it together.

We situated ourselves in my bed, my head on his chest and my legs sprawled amongst his.

The next few hours consisted of laughter as both he and I took turns falling in and out of sleep.

At 5:30 I decided it was time I got up to begin getting ready to go. I put some mascara on, a little lip tint, style my hair and head over to my closet.

“Whatcha doing, bean?” Embry asks, a yawn escaping his soft lips.

“I’m trying to figure out what to wear to this party. Are you guys dressing up?” I turn around, and eye him up.

“T-shirt and jeans, all of us. Except maybe you. I’m sure the others will be dressed up but don’t feel pressured.” He smirks.

“I see. I should have known.” I smirk.

I search through my closet, feeling Embry’s hands find my waist behind me, pressing a kiss to the back of my head.

“You’ll look great in anything you wear.” He whispers.

“Thank you.” Thankfully he couldn’t see my blushing from behind my head.

“Ya know, I’d say wear that. But I’d have a hard time controlling myself… And keeping you to myself.” He chuckles.

“Embry!” I laugh.

“I’m just saying, you look really cute.” He says, walking back over to my bed.

It took me a while, but I decided on a black dressy-ish sweater, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of black chelsea boots.

I turn around to begin changing and I notice Embry covering his eyes,

I giggle to myself as I change, thankful of his eye shielding-- I wasn’t ready for that just yet.

“Thank you, Em.” I say as I finish pulling the jeans up my leg.

“Of course.” He says, blush appearing across his cheeks.

“You can open your eyes now.” I say when I finish, walking over to sit on his lap.

“Hey, welcome.” He kisses my cheek.

“Look at you, the king of respecting women.” I laugh.

“You know it, baby. Forever and always.” He laughs.

It was true, though. Embry has always been one of the most respectful people I had ever met, especially with women-- including myself.

“How long until Jake and Quil get here?” I ask, leaning my head into his chest.

“Any minute now, time moves fast when I’m with you.” He presses a kiss onto my shoulder.

“That it does, you’re my favorite way to spend my time.” I giggle.

“You look beautiful, by the way.” He smiles into my neck, leaving a soft kiss at the nape.

“How do you do that?” I ask.

“Do what?”

“Always have that effect on me? Everything you do… it just feels intense.” I admit.

“I think that’s just because we’ve waited so long for this. You’re also my imprint, now.” He laughs softly.

His phone begins vibrating, causing him to pull away and answer.

“It’s Jake, they’re here.” He says hanging up the phone.

I nod and we get up, going downstairs.

“Have fun! Be safe.” My dad smiles from the couch.

“Thank you!” We call out in unison.

“I’ll text you, dad. I love you.” I smile before we walk out the door and get into Jacob’s rabbit.

“Let’s have some fun tonight.” I smile.

“Too many leeches, but there might be pretty girls. So this could be good.” Quil chuckles from the front seat.

“Ooh, Jacob. Pretty girls.” I say in a sing-song manner.

“(Y/N), you know it doesn’t matter to me.” He laughs.

“I know, but just try to have a good time. It’s my first party with you guys in like forever!” I grab the back of Quil and Jacob’s seats, bringing myself forward.

“You’re right.” Quil agrees.

“Oh Quil, what’s the news?” I ask, referring to our conversation from this morning.

“Oh. They’re cousins, not brothers.” He turns around to me, nodding.

“Oh damn, no way.” I smirk.

“Who?” Embry asks.

“Snails and slugs. Ya know, the octopus things.” He shrugs.

“I’m sorry, what?” Embry asks.

“We’re here, please stop… whatever this is.” Jacob smirks getting out of the car.

“I can explain later.” I grab onto Embry’s hand, following Jacob into the giant house that belonged to the Cullens.

“Holy shit.” I mutter, walking through the enormous front door.

“Right?” Quil agrees.

We walk up the stairs, finding the main area of the party.

Embry stayed behind me, his hand on my lower back, guiding me up the stairs.

“I’m not made out of glass, you know. I’ve done stairs before.” I turn around giggling.

“Can’t risk an accident with you, bean. Especially in a house of leeches.” He reminds me.

“Embry, stop it. I’m not that accident prone.” I defend.

“Says the girl with five bruises just on her left leg.” He chuckles.

“Hey, don’t do this.” I laugh.

Jacob soon finds Bella, greeting her.

“Hey, why are you here?” She asks.

I felt strange, were we not invited?

“You invited me, remember?” Jacob responds.

“I thought our argument and me calling you a dick was me uninviting you.” “Bella, I’m sorry. Look, I brought you a gift. I made you it.” He holds up the wolf charm bracelet that he spent hours carving.

“You made this? It’s beautiful.” Her demeanor softened.

“Of course.” He smiles, pulling her into a small hug.

“Hey Bella. Congratulations.” I smile at her.

“Oh, hey (Y/N). Thank you. I’m glad you came. Hopefully you can keep them under control.” She jokes.

“Eh, maybe. Usually only Embry will listen to me, though. Fair warning.” I laugh.

We sit around, listening to music for a little bit. Eating some snacks before we found our way to Bella again. As I was chatting with her and Jacob, Bella’s eyes frantically peered over to a very tiny woman on the stairs.

“Alice. What did you see?” She asks, walking over.

“The decision has been made.” She answers, wide eyed.

“What decision?” Jacob asks.

We are all led into Carlisle’s office, me basically velcroed to Embry’s side, especially in such close proximity to the Cullens.

“So they’re coming here?” Bella asks.

“Yeah, in four days.” Alice responds.

“We don’t have much time.” Carlisle says in a worried tone.

“Who’s coming?” Jacob asks.

“Newborn army. They’re coming for Bella.” Jasper says.

We then got the whole rundown of what that actually entails, how scary of a situation this truly was.

“Wait, they’re after Bella?” Jacob asks.

I look over at Embry, worried eyes.

“Well, then the pack will fight.” Jacob agrees.

Embry and Quil nod, my eyes wide with fear.

“You think Sam would be willing to come to an understanding?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re going to have to train, this is a very dangerous fight. Lives could be lost. Jasper has the experience and knowledge we will need.” Carlisle explains.

“We get to kick some ass.” The large one, Emmett, grins.

“When do we start training?” Jacob asks.

“Tomorrow.” Carlisle answers.

“Okay, I’ll tell Sam tonight.”

“Jacob, please.” Bella begs.

“This is what you wanted, remember? We’re working together.” He really rubbed her face in it.

“Newborns won’t even know they exist, they’ll be a great help to us. Plus we need the numbers, Bella.” Jasper reasons.

I looked up at Embry with a worried face, feeling my heart begin to beat faster. I needed him to be okay, I needed all my friends to be okay.

“Don’t worry, bean. Nothing is gonna happen, okay?” He whispers in my ear, leaning down to press a kiss to my temple.

Quil looks at me, nodding in confirmation.

“This is what we were made to do. At least we get to kill some vampires.” Jacob grins.

Going back to the party wasn’t the same after that. I felt like I was in a constant state of nausea, like my heart was about to fly out of my chest.

When it was time to leave, we went out and drove back to my house in complete silence. I bid Jacob and Quil a goodnight and Embry walked me to my door.

“Did you have fun?” He asked.

“Well I was, earlier in the night.” I admit.

“I know, bean. But please don’t worry. Everything will be okay, this is our job. It’s in our blood, this is what we do.” He smiles, trying to comfort me as he pushes my hair behind my ear.

“I know, I’m just scared.” I admit.

“Don’t be, bean. I would never let anything happen to you.” His eyes stare deep into mine, seriousness completely taking over his face.

“No, I’m scared for you.”

“Oh, don’t be. I never got hurt before, and now I have just another thing to fight for.” He softly smiles.

“I want to come to practice.” I tell him.

“Uh, I don’t know.” His voice trails off.

“Embry, please. I need to know.” I plead.

“Okay, but you have to stay where it’s safe. Stay by me.”

I nod and he pulls me into a tight hug.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

“I’d do anything for you.” He smiles.

His arms find my waist before he gives me a sweet kiss goodnight.

I manage to find the strength to go inside my house and separate from the warmth that Embry was.

Sleeping was something that seemed to be out of the question as I stared at my ceiling in complete silence for hours, mind racing with anxious thoughts. I don’t even know when I even fell asleep.

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brilliantt · 5 years ago

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Mouse- part three

Summary: Maggie Shelby isn’t like her brothers or sister, being quiet and studious she often struggles to fit in. When money gets stolen and she is accused will she stick around and continue to be an outcast in her family?

A/N: Yay part three! It’s here a little later than I wanted but the weather has been really nice in England so my family and I enjoyed a barbecue before the rain returns tomorrow... This chapter focuses on Maggie’s relationship with her eldest brother Arthur. I wanted to show her relationship with her brothers before focusing on the storyline in the summary- which will start from the next part! Hope you enjoyyy <3

-PREVIOUS-

On a normal day, the end of school saddened Maggie, today was no different. Except today she felt something more than sad, she felt dread. Tommy had kept his word and didn’t do anything to William, or at least anything physical that she could see- she had crossed paths with him in the school courtyard that morning and when he saw her decided to go in the complete opposite direction. Seeing as her brother kept his side of the bargain, she would have to keep hers. Today she would have to meet Arthur at the boxing gym.

The gym wasn't far from the school, leading Maggie to drag her feet (not thinking about the scolding she would get from Aunt Polly at the scuffs) to take as much time as possible to get there, frowning the whole journey. She reached the door of the building and huffed before pushing it open. Inside was bustling. There were men on the floor wrestling, and others standing around them, taking a break, faces sweaty. Maggie was about to completely abort when Arthur spotted her. “There’s my Maggiepie!” His voice bellowed across the room, pushing past everyone, beaming at the youngest Shelby. Maggie gave a wobbly smile in return, her cheeks flushed a violent red seeing the men becoming distracted by them.

Arthur grabbed her school books and led her to one of the free mats. He dumped the books carelessly on a bench, making Maggie wince, and gripped her arms with his hands, leading her to the centre of the mat. “Right, Tommy told me to teach ya some self defense.” Arthur scratched at his moustache eyeing the delicate girl, wearing a simple brown dress with a buttoned cardigan to match. She was Ada’s opposite in terms of fashion, dressing modestly and rather dull. Arthur knew that the men he knew tended to avoid women like this. But, undoubtedly, Maggie was blessed with the Shelby good-looks. Her long wavy hair and pretty doe eyes were more than enough for the men to have a lustful look, despite Maggie never noticing. Arthur always noticed, however, and had jumped at Tommy’s idea to teach her some fighting moves. He couldn't always be around the girl that he helped raise these days, what with Linda and the baby, so knowing she could defend herself when he wasn’t there put his mind at ease.

“We’ll start off simple, to see what we’re working with.” Arthur raised his palms and held them out in front of him, “I want you to punch my hand as hard as you can, alright?”

Maggie’s arm remained loosely at her side. Her face still felt hot and she couldn’t stop her eyes wandering around the room, watching everyone. Most of the men were doing their own thing but one or two she noticed were watching her and her brother. She turned back to Arthur who was waiting still with his hands out. Maggie looked to the ground and rubbed her hand up her arm. “I… I can’t do it with everyone here.”

It took Arthur only a couple of seconds to process her words before he clapped his hands and cupped his mouth to shout, “Right, that’s it! Everyone out. Gym’s closed!” Although there were some whining, Arthur’s hard stare cleared the area. He turned back to Maggie and resumed his position. Maggie breathed deeply and shook her hands out. She formed a fist and pulled it back but Arthur grabbed her hand before she could even consider throwing a punch. “Your thumb needs to be on the outside, you’ll break it otherwise.” He redirected her fist and gestured for her to try again. Maggie delivered her first punch against Arthur’s hand.

Arthur rolled his eyes, “Mags, I told you to punch me as hard as you can. You don't have to worry, you're not gonna hurt me.”

Maggie stared at him, her face grimaced. “That… that was as hard as I can.”

“Oh.” His moustache twitched as silence settled. “Right nevermind, you just need practice. You gotta use your whole body, get your weight behind the punch.” He showed Maggie the proper technique and they continued this exercise until Arthur decided she was successful enough to move on. He repositioned them to the centre of the mat and took Maggie’s elbow tapping it twice.

“Now, your elbow is gonna cause the most damage, so you need to use that whenever you can. You can't go wrong with a good kick either.” He rubbed his chin in thought, “More often than not, if someone grabs you, it’s from behind. I'm going to grab you, and you're going to escape, get it?” He wrapped his arms around his sister, locking her in his embrace. Maggie wriggled about, trying to break the grip. The challenge was taking what felt like a century to the struggling girl. Her face turning red and tears welled in her eyes, her breathing picking up as she couldn't escape.

“Arthur!” She breathed out in a panicked tone, body tense. “Arthur, stop! I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this anymore!” His arms loosened but didn't let her go. “I’m too weak.”

“Nonsense.”He shook his head, trying not to let his frustration show at the girl’s defeatist attitude. “If someone grabs you for real, you can’t just give up.” He squeezed Maggie. “You’re a girl. There are a lot of awful men who would take advantage of a girl like you and i’ll be damned if something happens to you just because you think you're too weak to try, you’re not.” He gave Maggie a few moments to think it through, knowing she's smart enough to continue their training. He smirked when she huffed quietly, “Ok, fine.”

“Atta girl, now remember, use all your body. Don’t forget your elbows and feet.” He tightened his grip back on the girl. Only, she continued to stay still. “Mags, come on.” Arthur couldn't help but grumble at her lack of effort. Just as he was trying to think of a new way to motivate her, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach from Maggie’s elbow, an even sharper kick to his shin and suddenly he was pushed down to the mat, only managing to sound out an “Oof”.

He looked up, wide-eyed and eyebrows raised, to his angelic looking sister who hid her giggles behind her hand. Arthur’s laugh was loud enough for them both as he realised she had outsmarted and successfully distracted him. He struggled to his feet and ruffled Maggie’s hair. “You've got a good head on ya, don't have to lose that in a fight - you’ll end up being a hothead like me otherwise.” Maggie smiled up at him. “We’ll do some dodging next, I think.” The smile disappeared.

The two continued until the evening came and it was dark outside. Although Maggie hadn’t wanted to do this today and was tired and achy, she loved spending the time with Arthur, almost forgetting what it was like. He checked his watch, “I think we can finish for the day. How about we stop at the Garrison.” Maggie’s nose scrunched up at the idea. Arthur tapped her forehead. ”I need that big brain of yours to look at my books. I’ll give you some pocket money for your hard labour, how’s that sound?” Maggie couldn’t help but agree, knowing there was a new novel she wanted to buy. She had helped Arthur with the books before and he had paid her handsomely.

It had been just over an hour now and Maggie had finished looking through the books in the back room. She stretched in the chair, her back cracking in relief. Her stomach suddenly rumbled and she remembered she hadn't eaten anything since lunch and after all the exercise she just did, she felt even more hungry. She ventured out to find her eldest brother.

Arthur was sitting at the bar, chatting loudly with some of the local men of the pub, nursing a drink. Maggie crept up towards him, being offered kind smiles from the men which she returned politely. She tugged Arthur’s sleeve. “Arthur can we go now? I’m really hungry.”

“Course we can love, just gotta talk to Harry.” He gestured towards the barman. “I’ll be with you in a minute.” Maggie nodded in understanding. She waited for a few moments before deciding it was too hot and stuffy to wait inside. She went outside and rested on the wall next to the front entrance, closing her eyes and breathing in the fresh air - well at least fresher than in the bar.

“Hey, pretty.” Her eyes shot open and followed the sound. A sweaty looking man stood opposite her, eyelids drooping. A bottle in one hand while the other held onto his loose trousers. Maggie stayed silent. “You know, I asked for an angel to visit me today. Looks like,” The man hiccuped, “looks like my wish came true.” He smiled, proudly showing off his stained teeth. Maggie decided it was actually best to wait for Arthur inside. She turned from the creepy man and was about to return through the door into the pub when she felt a tight grip on her upper arm. “Hey now, no need to be rude.” Her heart beat fast, trying to keep her breathing even to not appear scared. “I just wanna talk with my angel.” He staggered back a bit, pulling Maggie with him.

She tugged back “Get off of me.” She wished Arthur would just hurry up. She was debating yelling for him when the man put his dirty hand, the one holding the bottle, to caress her cheek while tightening the grip of the other one. “I’ll-” He slurred- “I’ll show you a real good time.” and started to pull her away from the pub. “I said get off!” A tug of war match ensued and when Maggie realised he was too strong for her, despite being intoxicated, her instincts overcame her. A swift kick the man’s lower region sent him writhing on the floor.

Maggie dusted her arms and dress off. She looked at the man wriggling about on the floor and huffed, “You brought that on yourself, you know.”

A pat on her back made her jump and she turned to see Arthur grinning down at her. “He’ll feel that kick for a whole week, Mags.” Of course he was angry at the drunken man taking advantage of his sister- he’d get one of the men to deal with him later- but Arthur couldn’t help the laugh which boomed out of him after watching his sweet, little sister kick a grown man in the balls.

The two of them returned to the house, Maggie rushing in to help Polly with the potatoes. Tommy came over to Arthur and greeted him with a friendly hand on his shoulder, his usual cigarette on his lip. “How did it go today, Arthur?”

Arthur rested his proud eyes on his sister peeling the spuds, chatting to her Aunt. “She knows exactly what she’s doing.” And he was sure of it.

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msmarvelwrites · 5 years ago

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The Winter Ghost - Part 7

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst (i think thats it)

W/c: 2k ish

A/n: I’m really sorry... But thank you to @cutie1365 for all her help! Girls a rock start honestly. Go give A Kid From Queens a read. Seriously, you wont regret it!

The early morning sun streamed through the windows, burning at the corner of your eyes. A groan escaped your throat as you shifted out of its glaring view. Your head ached with the memory of another nightmare.

You picked up your phone on the nightstand and typed in your password. Absentmindedly you scrolled through your messages with Bucky.

You: Hey. 4:15 pm (read)

You: Wanna watch a movie later? 8:25 pm (read)

You: Hey, u still up? 12:45 am (read)

The next week was a complete blur. You would have loved to relive the blissful moment you had shared with Bucky, but the night after, he disappeared. You knew he hadn’t left on a mission as the rest of the team would recall seeing him around. You felt foolish looking for a man who so obviously didn't want to see you. Or maybe he was just busy, you would try to reassure yourself. But as the days drawled on, you found it hard to keep convincing yourself of that. Maybe you had come on too strong? Maybe he didn't feel the same way and you completely read the situation wrong? I mean, you practically threw yourself at him, right? God, you felt stupid. And what was worse, the nightmares only got worse in Bucky’s absence. Almost every night he would lay by your side, petting your hair and reassuring you. You didn't really realize the effect he had on you until it stopped.

A few nights later, Steve, T’Challa and Bucky were to leave on a mission to interrogate Zemo. Steve explained he was apprehended about a year ago and was held up in a maximum security prison. You didn't ask where, worried if you knew you might use your newfound ‘gifts’ to tear him a new asshole.

The night before they left there was a soft knock on your door. You looked up curiously, hoping for just a split second that maybe it was him… You crossed the room slowly and creaked the door open. As the hallway light poured into your dimly lit bedroom you saw Bucky’s disheveled form. He looked like hell. You didn't think he would have already been sleeping, not that you minded an impromptu visit from your favourite Super Soldier, but his worried eyes concerned you.

“Can we talk a sec?” He asked, his voice confirming he was indeed in crisis. You nodded slightly and let him in. He walked towards your bed, instantly taking a seat and waiting for you to join. He really looked terrible. You could tell he was a wreck. Good, you thought. The man had literally kept you up for nights worrying, wondering if you were the cause of his sudden cold shoulder.

“I think that's a good idea.” You spoke sternly, surprised with how calm your voice came out. To be fair, you had practiced this conversation in the mirror a few times. As long and Bucky stuck to the script, you'd be fine.

He smirked slightly, tapping the space beside him. As you got closer, you realised what bad shape the guy was really in. Dark circles blossomed under his once blue eyes, now dark and stormy and bloodshot. His usual scruff was now almost a beard and looked unkempt and overgrown.

�� “Listen, doll. There's somethin’ I've been meaning to say… I was just tryin’ to find the right words but then, last week, you kissed me and-” You didn't let him finish before interrupting.

“You kissed me?” Your words were harsh and you could tell they hurt Bucky. Maybe ease up a little, you thought as you took a deep breath. In all your time practicing what you were going to say to Bucky, him looking like a complete and utter wreck was never part of the picture.

“What? Course’ I did. But that's not what I came to talk to you about.” He sighed, taking another long inhale and holding it a few seconds, before drawing it out slowly. “Y/n, I need you to understand, the person I am now, I wasn't always this way. I was broken and put back together so many times I had forgotten who I was.” He started. Bucky had told you about his past with Hydra before. Many nights you stayed up listening to him recall the few memories he had from his time. It made you somewhat thankful that yours hadn’t come back quite yet.

“I know, Buck. It’s okay.” Your voice droned out softly as you reached a reassuring hand and placed it on top of his metal one. He flinched away, resting them in his lap. You felt your heart pang with sadness at his actions.

“It's not okay, Y/n. It’s never been okay. I’m broken and you're just starting this new chapter… Dammit - I don't even know how to…” He rubbed his face in frustration, all the while avoiding your worried stare.

“You know you can talk to me, Buck. About anything.” He spoke quietly, careful not to set him off. He nodded his head from behind his hands and finally removed them, placing them back down in his lap.

“I don't wanna’ screw this up, Y/n. Whatever this is. You’ve been such a good friend to me and…” He began again but his words melted away into the background. Friend. Such a good friend. Oh God, he was letting you down. You should have seen this coming but with Bucky, it felt different. You’d never been kissed like that. You didn't ask for any of this to happen. I mean, you had enough on your plate right now as it was. Why didn't he stop you? God, he could have stopped all of this. Instead of ignoring you all week and making you feel like a crazy person. Maybe you were.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” You interjected, not sure what part of his explanation he had even gotten to. He paused, looking at you with sympathy. He pities you, you thought, feeling your gut sink and tears well in your eyes.

“Look, Y/n… I got carried away with you that night. I should have stopped, I should have done a lot of things. I thought something terrible had happened to you and I just… I’m so sorry, doll. For everything.” His eyes burned into you, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. You were so embarassed. God, you must look so stupid right now. Slowly, you took a breath and looked up at him. He looked you over, trying to gauge your current state.

“Ya- no, I get it. My fault, honestly. I read the situation wrong. Sorry.” You croaked out, forcing yourself to look at him in his mind melting eyes. Fuck, he was beautiful. Even completely sleep deprived the man could easily be the most attractive person you’d never seen. What an asshole.

“I just think it would be best, for both of us if we stayed friends.” He half heartedly smiled at you, watching as you nodded slowly.

“I think you should go, Bucky.” You whispered over a sob that forced its way out of your throat. Don't you dare cry in front of him. Don't you dare let him know he broke you. You shouted to yourself.

“Doll-”

“Don't- just… I’m fine. Really, I’m fine. Just, please leave now.” His head hung as he let out a defeated breath. Slowly he stood, crossing the room, but pausing when he got to the door.

“I leave on a mission tomorrow morning. It’s just recon, but I don't know when I’ll be back. Just take care of yourself, Y/n.”

“I think I’ll be fine, Sargeant. Thanks.” You scoffed. And with that, the door shut, and you were left alone again.

Next morning came on quickly. You had spent most of the night staring at the ceiling and over thinking everything Bucky had just said. At least he was honest with you. You thought. After a week of ignoring you…

Finally you pulled your ass out of bed. You hadn’t slept a blink all night, but there was no use trying now. You shuffled across your room and into the bathroom.

“Ugh,” You signed, looking at your messy hair and dark circles under your eyes. I think the only thing to really bring you back from the dead now was an I.V drop filled with coffee.

After throwing your hair up into a messy bun and blending out your under eye bags with concealer, you headed downstairs. The compound was strangely quiet. Granted Steve, Bucky and T’Challa had all left by now. It felt strange to not see them hovering around the kitchen. Instead, Natasha and Wanda sat on either side of the island chatting quietly until you walked it. Wanda’s head snapped up, alerting Natasha of your presence.

“Morning, Y/n.” Wanda smiled warmly at you.

“Hi.” You mumbled, ransacking the kitchen for something to tide you over. You honestly couldn't remember the last time you had really eaten something. When you finally found the hidden box of fruit loops at the back of the pantry. These were you and Wanda's contraband and needing an appropriate hiding spot as such.

“You know what would pair beautifully with those?” Nat asked, lifting her mug and pointing it towards the full coffee pot on the counter. You paused for a moment, finally letting the rich smell of the brewing beans envelope your senses.

“You didn't…?” You gasped, momentarily feeling a little better.

“You're right. I didn't. Bucky went out to the market early this morning and picked up a bag of real coffee beans for you.” She smiled knowingly at you.

You huffed, suddenly a little less excited. It was pity coffee. Natasha looked you up and down trying to get a read on your mood. She carefully poured you a full mug of deliciousness, passing it to you. As you lifted it to your lips your mouth watered, feeling all your problems melt away. The first sip reaffirmed that sentiment.

“Fuck, thats good.” You moaned, swallowing the substance slowly. Wanda giggled at your reaction while Nat rolled her eyes.

“So, what's the plan for today?” You asked over a mouth full of cereal.

“Nothing crazy, Wanda and I are going to go train for a bit, if you wanna’ join in?” Nat offered. Working out with the former assassin and super witch didn’t really strike you as a relaxing day, but you figured it would be a good way to get your mind off Bucky.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Maybe we can have a girls night tonight? I could really use it.” You shrugged casually, trying not to meet Nat’s suspicious gaze.

“Ugh, yes please! Three against one, Shuri will have to watch a sappy eighties rom-com with us!” Wanda exclaimed, setting her cereal bowl in the sink and giggling her melodic laugh.

“We can do girls night, plus one boy. I think Sam's landing in Wakanda tonight. He’s been on a recon mission for the last month and a half, and knowing him, ittl’ more than likely be four against Shuri.” Nay laughed, poking Wanda in the shoulder and reminding her of the return of their friend.

“Oh right! Y/n, you’re going to love Sam.” Wanda exclaimed. You smiled dryly, trying and failing to look as excited as your friend. After the overwhelming week, all you wanted was to drink your weight in tequila and forget Bucky existed. Maybe a change in faces was just what you needed, however.

“Can’t wait.” You forced an enthused smile as you followed Nat and Wanda to the Gym.

You had at least a week before Bucky and the guys returned. Surely that was enough time to mend your bruised ego and move on. Though, something sinking deep inside of you felt otherwise.

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A/n: It’s the ruining a perfectly good fluffy moment between y/n and Bucky for me. I’m so sorry. I cant tell you it gets better, but it does get juicy!

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terushimas-n1-hater · 4 years ago

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𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ٭

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Genre: kind of fluffy but its mostly angst

Warnings: toxic (abusive??) parents, arranged marriages, toxic relationships.

!Timeskip spoilers!

Playlists I listened to while writing this

"Good job..you did great out there." You said with a hand on his shoulder.

"Ah" he smiled "thank you for your support, without you and many others I would've never won so, thank you"

He said with genuine smile on his face. He got closer to the sofa, he sat down letting out a long sigh "oh" he said as if he remembered something.

"Hey! Do you have a minute?"

"Yeah i guess"

"Okay okay here, i got you something."

he said handing you a bag "u- um thank you?" You're confused yet curious looking inside the bag you see a little box, it looked like a jewellery box...but why would he buy you jewellery? all you did was praise him and help him go through the tiring days because of training for the Olympics, so why would he buy you something expensive?

"You look curious, why don't you open it and see it for yourself." He said looking at you with a soft look. You took the box out of the bag opening it, What a gift....

It looks so beautiful

It was a pretty looking necklace. Its gold and Choker like with pretty little stars that go all around it. You remember wanting a necklace like this..

How did he know you wanted something like this?

Is this a coincidence?

You dont even talk to him that much?

What is he on exactly?

You looked at him and looked at the box again "uh..I saw you last month and how you were looking at that same necklace, it looked like you wanted it so um i got it for you" he said smiling softly

"But why? Is this out of pity or something?" You said with a confused face "what! Of course not! do..do you not like it?" "No no! I like it but its just kinda random.. since I didn't really do anything to deserve a gift like this.." You said sighing.

Your story with tooru was long.

You never wanted to marry a man. In fact the thought alone of a man's touch made you nauseous beyond all belief. But he.....wasn't any different from any other man you've always wanted to avoid. But with parents like yours, the moment they found out about your thoughts they completely lashed out on you saying that all those feelings and thoughts are not expected in their household. And Forcing you to marry a man that you never saw or knew about before in your life. I mean he wasn't mean to you never laid a hand on you.

But still, It didn't feel right.

You felt captured, you felt stuck in a dead end. Like there was no where else to go. Being a housewife for almost 2 years now made you fall in many depressive episodes. And he knew that, he knew so so well about all the depressive episodes you were in, He knew it all. He tried to help you, but there was nothing for him to do since he himself doesn't know you or anything about you.

Which made it harder for the both of you to understand each others struggles. He never forced you to stay inside the house and do stuff for him like how your parents want you to. He let you free, let you do what you want. There is nothing else for him to do. In fact the both of you thought about getting a divorce, but you both knew that both your parents would not let that happen. Although yes you both had something somewhat in common, you both loved space.

You specifically loved stars. And you could guess that he caught up with your love for stars. You wore a lot clothing and jewellery that had something with stars or space. He thought it was cute, so when he saw you looking at this very pretty necklace he knew you wanted it.

"First its not out if pity and second i got it for you since i kinda knew you liked stuff like this.."

"Thank you tooru I really appreciate it."

I mean who wouldn't appreciate a gift like this?you loved and valued this gift but something just doesn't feel right with tooru honestly.. But it was just a gut feeling so you decided to just ignored it.

Again, tooru isn't the type that would keep you in his house and order you around. So you had many opportunities to get outside and have some fun you get me? Almost every weekend you'd get yourself all dolled up and go out with your friends For a little night out.

This not only made you happy and made you forget about all the shit you were going through, but it gives you a chance to do other fun things if you know what i mean. Hear me out, you knew it was wrong, so wrong actually. But it won't hurt anyone right? I mean tooru doesn't actually like you so, why not?

You did this with many people you meet at the club, specifically women. You loved it honestly. It made you feel more open and more happy about yourself. You didn't feel as captured as you used to, it was just great.

It was one of those nights again, you were laughing and chatting with one of your friends wearing (dress/suit wtv you prefer)

You felt so confident and happy. Moments later Your friend excused themselves to go to the bathroom, you nodded as they went to the bathroom. You were leaning on the bar and drinking your drink looking at the people on the dance floor drunkenly grinding and dancing together. You looked around to see this very pretty lady admiring you with a soft smile on her face, You smiled a bit while getting closer to her.

"Is there something on my face?" You asked with a cheeky smile

"No..i just thought you look pretty"

"Oh?"

"Very actually.." You giggled at that statement.

You and....aiko chatted for a pretty long time you kinda forgot about your friend. Aiko, aiko..what a pretty name, You were so interested in this girl honestly all you wanted to do is sit there and know all about her.

"What a pretty necklace you got there!" She said pointing at the necklace tooru gave to you.

"Oh! Yeah my.. brother gave it to me as a gift."

"Aww"

You both chatted for a while more and exchanged phone numbers

"Dont forget to text me!!" She said waving at you and blowing you a lil kiss.

You smiled and sighed, its probably time to go home.

You were looking for your friend to tell them that its time to leave, you took out your phone to call them and to know where they are until you saw you got some unread messages from them.

"Oooo ;)"

"Yall better make out after this."

"Okay I kinda ship bye"

"ANYWAYS..I'm going to leave this nasty azz club and leave ya too alone *wink wonk* "

"Love you AND DONT FORGET TO TEXT ME WHEN YOUR HOME"

You smiled at the text messages. You really did appreciate having a friend like them..But, its time to head home now before it gets even more late. You paid for your drinks took your stuff on your way out.

You finally got back home, tooru was sleeping on your shared bed so now you have be extra careful not to wake him up.

After you changed and got ready for bed. Already texted your Friend letting them know you went home safely.

"Are you free this Tuesday?"

You just got a message from someone with the name "your bbg 😻" you chuckled remembering Akio saved here contact name on your phone that.

"Yeah i am!"

"Great wanna hang out? There is this café I went to before THEY SELL THE BEST BAGELS EVER"

"Oh sure!"

"Okay i will send you the location to the café tmr kk?"

"Okay goodnight bbg 😻"

"LMAO GOODNIGHT 💖💝💗💓❤"

¡A/n! : okay so ahm ahm I wrote this in a pretty bad mental state so, if there is errors or spelling mistakes OR ITS JUST BAD I apologise. But I do hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed thinking and writing about it!! I will be making a part 2 to finish this because I just realised that if I finish this all at once it would be a wattpad story type long lmaooo. Thank u and have a great dayy (ﾉ´ з `)ノ💕💞💓💗💖💝

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If I Want To

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Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black Reader

Summary: Sequel to All the Things (Your Man Won’t Do) After finally breaking up with your crappy boyfriend, how long will you wait before you finally let Sam make you his?

Warnings: Smut, cursing, fluff, and a bit of angst lol

A/N: So @princessmisery666 gave me the idea to use If I Want To by Usher and this is the result lol the break-up scene was inspired by two really good movies lol try to guess what they are!

Word Count: 4,100 ish

v2- I typed all of the texts out in this version so people can see them if they don’t load on the other version. Sam is italicized and reader is bolded. I tried to separate them. Let me know if the format is messed up 💖

A few days after your not-a-date with Sam, you finally broke up with Ty. While he was at work, you packed all of his clothes into boxes and sat them outside your apartment door. When he got there that evening, he banged on the door demanding that you let him in.

“Open the door, Y/n! My key don’t work,” Ty screamed as he pounded on the door with his foot.

“Go away, Ty!” you moved from your spot on the couch to stand in front of the door.

“Baby, I’m sorry for how I treated you, I shouldn’t have taken you for granted,” he said loud enough for you to hear him. “We can work this out.”

“You’ll never realize that you had something good,” you stepped closer to the door. “I took a lot of shit from you, and it’s cause I thought I loved you.”

“I understand okay,” Ty pleaded. “Please open the door so we can talk about this on the inside. I won’t be selfish anymore.”

You nodded your head and reached for the door.

“I’ll do better, baby, I promise.”

“No, Ty,” you snatched your hand away and crossed your arms. “You don’t mean that shit. You just runnin' your mouth like always.”

“OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, Y/N” he yelled once again and kicked the door.

“Stop kickin' my damn door, Ty!” you yelled through the door. “Get yo shit and leave!”

“You raggedy bitch!” Ty yelled as he continued to bang on the door. “Fuck you, Y/n. Where the fuck am I supposed to go? How am I supposed to get there?”

“I don’t care, Ty. Just leave!”

“You’re gonna miss me, Y/n. You’ll never find anyone like me!” you could hear Ty moving around outside your door, presumably moving his boxes down the steps. You refused to look through the peephole, you needed to stay strong and stick with this break-up.

A few minutes passed and you didn’t hear any more movement from the other side of your door. You chanced a look through the peephole and sighed with relief that all of Ty’s stuff was gone.

You flipped off the living room light and went to your room. You contemplated whether you should tell Sam or not, but you didn’t want to jump right into a relationship with him. So you chose to keep it to yourself for a while.

Sam had been adamant about being present in your life since he came back. He called and texted you multiple times throughout the day just to make sure that you were okay. He would randomly drop by the bookstore to see you, sometimes bringing Steve or Bucky with him. You didn’t mind at all; it actually made you feel good knowing that he still wanted to be around you. You still hadn’t told him that you’d dumped Ty, it just never came up.

In the middle of one particularly boring shift, Sam came to visit you at work alone. He followed you around the store and flirt with you as usual.

“Ya know, sweetpea,” he said as you reshelved some books. “We’re having a cookout this weekend at the compound. You should bring your boyfriend. I want to finally meet him.”

You turned to face him and smiled, “Who? Ty?”

“Yeah, unless you have another boyfriend that I need to worry about?” Sam said as he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I dumped him weeks ago,” you shrugged and resumed stocking the shelves. You could feel Sam burning holes into the back of your head but you chose to ignore him. You attempted to move past him, but he blocked your path with his large body. You still hadn’t looked at him, but when he refused to move, you had no choice.

“So when were you going to tell me that you were single?” he said with a mock attitude. You knew that he wasn’t upset, annoyed yes, but not upset.

You shrugged, “It never came up.” you attempted to move past him again.

“Nah, baby girl,” Sam shook his head and took a step closer to you, backing you into a bookshelf. “So you mean to tell me that we could have been together for weeks? And all you can do is shrug?”

You didn’t move a muscle as he lowered his face to yours. You knew that if he kissed you, you would throw caution to the wind and end up in his bed by the end of the night.

“Sam,” you whispered, placing your hand on his chest, causing him to stop just millimeters from your lips. “I don’t wanna rush into things.” your voice was weak, but you needed to make sure that Sam understood you.

He nodded and moved to place a kiss on your forehead, “I respect that, but you still should come to the cookout this weekend, Bucky misses you.”

You nodded as your head cleared now that Sam wasn’t crowding your space. “Yeah, I’ll come, but only as your friend Sam, nothing more.”

He grinned then licked his lips. “Yeah, friends and nothing more.”

You watched as he backed away from you before he left the store. You needed some time to compose yourself before the cookout.

The few days before the cookout passed by in a blur, almost if the universe was gearing up for something.

On the morning of the cookout, you made sure to take extra care in your outfit. You opted for a yellow spaghetti-strapped sundress and brown gladiator sandals. You put your hair into two space buns and put on a layer of glossy lipgloss. You were feeling yourself and you lowkey might have been dressing up for Sam.

You stepped out of the bathroom, finally ready to go when your phone dinged.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw a message from Sam and your smile grew at the name that he chose to call you.

I can't wait to see you, Baby girl

Me too! I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks, Sam.

Is it weird to say that I miss you?

Not at all, because I missed you too.

What did I ever do to deserve a friend like you?

Remember that this could be something more than friendship, Baby girl 😜

You rolled your eyes at his teasing even though he couldn’t see it. Your stomach was full of butterflies. You hadn’t seen him since he had invited you over, due to him going on a short mission.

You looked yourself over once again in the mirror before grabbing your purse and the bowl of potato salad that you made and headed out the door.

As you drove to the Compound, your music selection mirrored your mood. You happily sang along to every song in an attempt to calm your nerves.

When you arrived at the compound, Sam was there waiting for you. He greeted you with a large smile and helped you out of the car.

“Y/n, I’m so happy that you made it,” he said as he pulled you into a hug. “Did you have any trouble finding the place?”

You shook your head no, “Your directions were great, and honestly, almost everyone knows where this place is.”

Sam laughed and took a step back from you, holding your hands out at arm’s length as he looked you up and down. “Damn, Y/n, you look radiant today,” Sam complimented as he spun you around. “Reminds me of my favorite flower.”

Your eyes lit up and you smiled. “Really?” your voice was small as you felt your cheeks heat up and butterflies fill your stomach. You had half a mind to ditch the cookout and drag Sam to the nearest empty room and let him have his way with you.

Sam cleared his throat, “Y/n, you can’t keep looking at me like that if you want us to stay friends.” His voice was lower than usual and you knew from past experiences not to push him any farther.

You grabbed your bowl of potato salad and locked your car door and allowed Sam to give you a tour of the Compound.

“Hey, everyone,” Sam yelled when the three of you made it to the back of the compound. “This is my friend, Y/n.” You took a step closer to Sam when you looked around and all eyes were on you. You’d never been around so many important or famous people before.

You spotted Steve and Bucky as they made their way over to you and Sam took the bowl of potato salad and sat it on a nearby table.

“Y/n! I’m really happy you came,” Steve smiled as he pulled you into a hug. “Bucky here has been begging me to go with him to the bookstore for a few days now.”

“Really?” you laughed as you pulled away. “You guys are more than welcome to come and visit! We just got a new shipment of books the other day. You should come and check them out.”

Bucky nodded and pulled you into a side hug. You loved how easily Steve and Bucky accepted you, you never felt like they were judging you or your relationship with Sam.

After Bucky released you from his hug, he and Steve pulled Sam off to the side, for a quick chat. Before he left, Sam placed a gentle kiss on your temple and He whispered that he would be back. You began to feel nervous about being alone, but through the excitement of meeting the Avengers, you forgot it.

As the introductions died down, you found yourself hanging out with Wanda, who you recognized from the bakery. It didn’t dawn on you, until you saw her at the cookout, that she was the Scarlet Witch. Even though you had only met her once, you felt comfortable enough to spend time with her alone. She introduced you to some of the other people that worked at the compound.

You were having a great time, eating and drinking with the Avengers and people that worked behind the scenes. You were laughing at a joke that someone had shared when you felt Sam wrap his arm around your waist.

“Having fun?” he asked as he handed you a plate full of your favorites then led you to a seat and sat down across from you.

You nodded. “Everyone is so nice. I thought I would be scared to be around them, but everyone’s been so welcoming.”

You two ate in silence for a while before Sam spoke again.

“I’m glad you came, Y/n,” his knees bumped against yours as he turned to face you.

“Me too,” you agreed. “I haven’t had fun like this in years.”

“Imagine how things will be when we’re finally together,” Sam replied with a straight face.

“Sam, you can’t say things like that,” you mumbled. “Someone might overhear.”

“So, let them hear,” he sat up and straightened his back. “Everyone here knows that I want you. And they know that you want me.”

You looked around to see if anyone was watching the two of you. When you realized that no one was watching, you looked back at Sam. “Ty and I were together for-”

“I don't really care how long you were together with your ex,” Sam said, cutting you off. “It's just a matter of time before I make you mine. I wanna make it clear, so there are no misunderstandings, that I get what I want, when I want.”

You sat there looking at him wide-eyed. “You don’t mean that,” you denied.

“When have I ever lied to you, baby girl?” Sam leaned forward and ran his thumb under your bottom lip. Without thinking, you opened your mouth and caught it in between your lips and gently sucked. His answering moan snapped you back to reality and you moved away from him once again causing him to smirk.

“I’m wearing you down,” he stated.

“We’re just friends, Sam,” you repeated, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

“Sure we are.”

You chose to continue eating and to not reply and when you finished eating your food Sam took your trash and walked away leaving you to your thoughts. You hadn’t been alone for more than a few minutes when Steve came over and sat down.

“I have never seen him look so happy,” Steve remarked, and you turned to follow his gaze. Sam had been forced to play as the server in an impromptu volleyball game.

“Really?” you reached for your drink and drained it as Steve nodded.

“Ever since you came around, there’s been a glow about him. He’s been taking on easier and shorter missions almost as if he’s planning on a change or something.”

You remained silent wishing that you hadn’t drank all of your drink.

“You know he loves you right?” Steve said absentmindedly.

“What?”

“Sam. He’s in love with you. He’s been in love with you since you two were in college,” he elaborated. “And from the way you look at him, I can tell that you’re in love with him too.”

You remained silent, refusing to affirm or deny his statement.

“My advice? Listen to your heart. You’ll only regret it if you don’t.” Steve patted your arm before he left you to your thoughts.

You continued to watch Sam play volleyball. You knew where your heart was, where your heart had always been, so why was it so hard to dive in? Sam was who you wanted to be with, and you both deserved to be happy.

Still deep in your thoughts, you got up to go to use the restroom and on your way back you collided with none other than the man that plagued your thoughts.

As Sam helped steady you, you took the chance to search his face. “What am I doing?” you whispered.

Sam quirked an eyebrow at you.

“You’re absolutely right, Sam,” you continued. You were fully aware of Sam’s hands on your hips as you pressed your body flush against his. “I do want you.”

Sam’s eyes crinkled with his smile, the gap in his teeth on full display as he cupped your cheek with his hand.

“Took you long enough, baby girl,” he whispered.

You leaned forward, your lips seeking his, but he held you at a distance and continued to smile.

“As much as I want to kiss you, Y/n, I can’t,” he mumbled as he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’ve been drinking, and I want you to make sure that this is what you want because this is it for me. You’re it for me.”

“Sam, I am sure,” you pouted. “But I respect your wishes.”

Sam pulled back and kissed your hand. “Let’s go back out and have some fun.”

You turned over in Sam’s bed and snuggled deeper into the covers. You were warm, a little too warm, but you didn’t mind as you moved closer to the person laying next to you.

Sam wrapped his arms around you, and you slowly blinked your eyes open. You were thankful that Sam made you drink water after each of your drinks the night before. You were completely hangover free.

You watched Sam’s chest as it slowly rose and fell with each of his breaths and your fingers began drawing random circles over his chest. You remembered Sam refusing to kiss you because you were drunk, but you weren’t drunk anymore.

You pulled away from him, gently enough to not wake him and moved to straddle his hips. You stared down at him as he slept and took note of how peaceful he looked. You watched him for a few more seconds before you slowly lowered your lips to his and kissed him. Sam responded to the kiss the moment your lips touched his, almost as if he had been awake the whole time, but you didn’t mind.

You sighed at finally being able to feel his lips on yours once again, and it was exactly as you remembered. You gently rocked your hips, and Sam snapped his hands to them, holding you still before pulling away from your lips.

“Y/n, are you sure?” he asked, and when you whispered yes he rolled you over so that he was on top and attached his lips to yours once again.

Sam kissed down your neck after helping you out of the shirt that he let you sleep in. He attached his lips to your nipple while he played with the other. You thought of how good Sam made you feel all those years ago and you knew that he would make you feel better this time around.

He kissed down your stomach, along your stretch marks, and licked along where your thigh met your hip. You knew where he was headed, and you were getting frustrated with how long he was taking.

Finally locking eyes with you, Sam slowly lowered your panties and tossed them onto the floor. His eyes glinted and he licked his lips before he pressed your thick thighs to the mattress. You’d never felt so exposed before, but you were comfortable in this position with him. And with one last look, Sam dove in.

He ate you like a man starved and you wanted to cry because it felt so good. You kept one hand on the back of his head urging him deeper and one alternated between grasping the sheets and the headboard. Sam kept your legs pinned to the bed as he fucked you with his tongue, his moans vibrating through your body, pulling your orgasm closer.

“Sam, please!” you begged as you felt the coil in your lower belly tighten. Sam latched his lips around your clit and began to suck and flick it with his tongue when he slipped two of his thick fingers inside of you. He watched you as he fucked you with his fingers and sucked on your clit before curling his fingers inside of you and rubbing your walls. You screamed as your orgasm washed over you, your free leg kicking straight out as you tried to push Sam away. He used his body to hold your leg down as he continued to finger fuck you through your orgasm and ripping a second one from you.

Sam slowed his movements but didn’t withdraw his fingers from you. He released your clit with a pop and smiled up at you.

“Do you know how good you look right now?” he asked knowing that you wouldn’t be able to respond and he laughed when you moaned instead. “You ready for more?”

You panted out a yes and Sam smiled before finally removing his fingers. He held the by your lips and without hesitation, you drew them into your mouth and sucked your essence off them. You held his gaze as you moaned around his fingers before he removed them from your lips. He placed his hand at the base of your throat before he leaned down to kiss you letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Sam continued to kiss you as he removed his boxers and threw them on the floor. You clenched around nothing in anticipation of what was to come when you felt his dick against your thigh. Sam reached up and gently tugged on your scarf. “Might as well take this off, Y/n,” he joked.

Your hands flew up to the tie and undid it allowing your curls to breathe. Sam pulled on one and watched it spring back before he bit his lip.

You reached down between the two of you and gripped his dick before you stroked it. Your lips quirked up into a smirk when his eyes rolled back into his head. He stopped you after a few pumps and you guided him to your opening. You ran the head of his dick through the seam of your pussy lips and you both groaned.

“Y/n” he whispered. “Are you really okay with this?”

“Yes, Sam. I want this with you,” you consented and he kissed you as he slid inside of you.

You tried to keep up the kiss and he moved within you, but it became too much. You pulled your lips away and panted, releasing a heavy breath as he steadily pushed inside of you. He was bigger than you remembered, thicker, and wider than you were used to, but you were determined to take it all. You clawed at his back when he finally bottomed out. His breathing was heavy in your ear when he placed his head in the crook of your neck. He held your hips down with his hands to keep you from moving as he calmed himself down.

“Fuck, Y/n, you feel so much better than I remember,” he growled in your ear after a few minutes.

You clenched around him, silently telling him that you were ready for him to move. He hitched your leg around his hips before he slowly pulled out of you then pushed back in. He kept his slow and steady pace up for a while, but every few thrusts were hard and fast catching you off guard each time. You held onto him for dear life, bringing his lips down to yours and crying out when he thrust just right.

He brought you to the edge multiple times only to back off leaving you dangling there, wanting more but never getting it. Your pleas of needing a release played into his game of not giving you what you want. After the third time, you begged for release only to be denied once more.

Sam kept your hands locked in his grip as he pounded into you, the rhythm of his thrusts never consistent enough to give you the release you craved. Tears fell as you cried from the pleasure of his treatment. He whispered filthy words of encouragement as you cried for him to let you cum, but deep down you knew that he wasn't going to let you. He was playing dirty, and luckily enough, you knew how to play dirty as well.

Finally having enough, you locked eyes with him and whispered three words you’d never thought you'd say. “Cum in me.”

Sam’s hips stilled when his brain registered your words. And with a devilish smirk, he released your wrists and pulled out of you and flipped you over. He maneuvered your body so that your back was arched and slid back inside of you. The grip he had on your thick hips was almost bruising as your cheeks clapped against him. You held onto the headboard as he fucked you and you met him thrust for thrust.

“Want me to cum in you?” he growled from behind you. “Fine, I’ll cum in you. I’m gonna fill this pussy up.”

You looked over your shoulder and clenched your walls once again catching him off guard causing his hips to stutter. Sam dug his nails into your waist when he locked eyes with you and finally came inside of you with a shout.

The feeling of his warm cum filling you up tipped you over the edge and you came right after him. Sam continued to weakly pump his cum inside of you as you both came until he was completely spent. He fell on top of you and wrapped his arms around you as he tried to catch his breath. You moved against him loving the feeling of his weight on top of you. You whimpered when he attempted to move off you. You pulled him back on top of you and clenched around him.

“Stay in me please,” you whispered in a small voice. You felt safe in his arms, and you didn’t want him to let you go.

Sam moved around so the two of you were laying on your sides, his dick still inside of you. You felt his cum begin to leak out of you when he moved and you frowned. You wondered how long it would take for his to begin fucking you again. Sam moved once again before you felt him pull a blanket over the two of you. He placed a gentle kiss behind your ear and moved his hands so that one was playing with your clit and the other was playing with your nipple.

“Spread your legs a bit wider, Y/n,” Sam whispered in your ear. “I wanna cum in you again.”

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