#*slaps table* Y e s .

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silly drabble...with Seijoh 🍀

"What's that one thing you might get but you're too scared of the consequences?"

His (h/c) hair swayed as he tilted his head, (m/n) humming in thought as he rubbed his chin. Oikawa and Matsukawa who sat in front of him across the table were waiting for his answer Matsukawa had randomly brought up.

"A spine tattoo maybe? I'm not scared of the consequences but more to wary..."

Oikawa made a confused noise. "A spine tattoo? But no one's going to see it." Matsukawa laughed, patting his captain's back. "That's not the point, 'Kawa."

"I'm going to hold your hand as I say this..." (m/n) was indeed holding the other setter's hand, Oikawa becoming even more confused.

"I want the guy giving me backshots to see my arched back with intricates to the point he's gonna wanna fuck me more."

Oikawa froze, his mouth gaping as Matsukawa was going hysterical at (m/n)'s smiling face. "I don't even care who's it going to be, as long as its a dick up my ass connected to a hot face with a fat chest, I'll spread my legs any day."

Maybe he was sexually frustrated, but to Oikawa that did not excuse the vulgarity (m/n) had spouted while touching his hand. "Y-You PSYCHO???"

"Is it illegal to want sum dick?"

"IT'S DISGUSTING TO DESCRIBE IT TO MY FACE! WHORE!"

Matsukawa was falling off his chair with how loud he was laughing. "Just admit you can never be as bold, Oikawa!"

"Why do I need to be?? Stop COMPARING ME TO HIM-" The setter climbed over the table to choke the (h/c) out. Iwaizumi and Hanamaki joining the trio as they entered the mess hall. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You should've listened to what he said to me!" Oikawa cried out with (m/n) gagging due to the setter's hands around his throat.

"What did he say?"

-

"I guess a spine tattoo would look nice on you."

There were wet slaps ringing around the room, Iwaizumi's large hand trailing over (s/c) back, his fingertips pressing into the dents of the muscle, dipping in and reaching the shape of his spine. "It would look nice from this angle." Iwaizumi pried his ass apart that was full taking his cock, stretching his reddened rim.

Hanamaki slapped his hand away. "Stop teasing the poor man. He keeps choking and gagging on me." His other hand lazily ran through (h/c) tresses, his fingers tugging on the roots as (m/n) was busy sucking his cock, his cheeks full.

In the dark room, there was only a single spotlight shining down on the (h/c) presenting his beautiful body being used by the two Seijohs. Oikawa started to whine about how they're taking too long.

"It would be great if you would hurry up, Iwa." Oikawa mumbled, reaching down to pinch (m/n)'s nipples who was on his knees, his ass pressed up against Iwaizumi's crotch.

Said brunette pressed (m/n)'s lower back down, making his ass hike up, his body arching while his mouth was getting violated by Hanamaki's thrusts who was getting too impatient at the (h/c)'s lazy sucking.

"Mmff- uwanhh..." (m/n)'s mouth was coated with semen, Hanamaki cumming inside with strands of cum stringing from his tip to the (h/c)'s lips. The (h/c) wiped his mouth, grinning up at Hanamaki. "It's like I'm using it as lip balm." He coughed out.

Hanamaki smirked. "Careful. You're going to make me hard again." (m/n)'s hair was pulled again, by Matsukawa this time who had been frowning, wanting a turn with him.

"Angh anhh annh hngg!" (m/n) moaned loudly, his face sweaty as his ass was pounded by Seijoh's ace from behind. He felt a tingle on his back when he noticed Oikawa had came up with a Sharpie cap in between his teeth.

"A snake design...cuz' you're a snake. Or maybe some vines because we're Blue Leaf." Oikawa mumbled, scribbling doodles on (m/n)'s moving back who was getting his ass fucked by Iwaizumi. "To be honest, a tramp stamp would fit you best." "Ahn ah ah!"

Glistened (e/c) looked up to Matsukawa, whose eyes were darker than usual and he had a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "What was it that you said...as long as its connected to a hot face with fat tits, you'll spread your legs? Was that it?"

(m/n) only whined, his rim twitching as Iwaizumi's pace fastened and finally slammed one last time, a wet feeling overtook him. He definitely came inside. Oikawa was still doodling on his back. They were all naked but he felt the most exposed with the spotlight still on him.

"Well technically, Oikawa's going to fuck you next but I hope my chest is big enough for you to cum on." Iwaizumi's hands left his body but it was quickly replaced with Oikawa's, the Sharpie pen gone but he could feel the black liquid mixing with his sweat as the brunette pulled him to lay on his side.

"(m/n)-chan...you always run your foul mouth but you turn quiet every time I run my hands down your chest." There was a dark glimmer in Oikawa's brown eyes, his large rough hands cupping the (h/c)'s pec who whined when his skin was pinched.

"I can't tell if you're actually cute or you're just another whore." "Shut your trap, 'Kawa and get to it." Matsukawa teased him, prying (m/n)'s mouth open with his fingers and slipping in his wet tip, sliding it onto his mouth with precum trailing in behind.

Oikawa didn't say anything, only stared down at (m/n) with the intent to swallow as he slammed his hips, crashing his cock into the (h/c)'s hole who clenced around the penis in shock.

(m/n) was on his side, his neck craning to suck Matsukawa and his hips bruising from Oikawa's tight grip on his curves, pounding his cock into his ass. A shiver ran down his sides as Hanamaki retrieved the dropped marker and continued scribbling on his back as the owner of the body was being tag-teamed by his so-called friends.

"Are you just drawing a bunch of dicks?" Iwaizumi questioned the other third year, sipping from a water bottle as he analysed the ruined skin of the (h/c) who was mewling and squirting all over the futon.

"Yup." Hanamaki licked his lips as he felt his erection rising again at (m/n)'s heated face, lips stretched, eyes glossy and rolled back, drool and cum dripping down his chin. " 'Cuz that's what he's doing right now. Sucking all of his friends' dicks."

Oikawa smacked his hips into (m/n) one last time, stilling himself while his hands gripped onto the asscheeks, sighing as he busted a load inside the (h/c). Pulling out, his cum dripped out, mixing with Iwa's as it drooped down onto the futon below. Matsukawa was still having fun, grabbing his cock to drag it across (m/n)'s tongue, making him lick and suck while the (h/c) could only slobber.

Iwaizumi got tired of waiting as he pulled the (h/c)'s hair and slammed his head down onto Matsukawa's crotch, the ravenette yelping and cumming in shock, choking (m/n) with his semen. "We don't have all day." He reprimanded the middle blocker, shoving (m/n) to the side.

The (h/c) took in deep breaths, heaving and coughing all over as his hips staggered, shivering as he calmed himself on the damp futon. "You okay there?" Hanamaki asked, peering over him.

(m/n) nodded mindlessly, still in a daze as he felt cum still leaking out from his asshole and onto the floor.

"Maybe I should get that tattoo."

[END SCENE]

One of the many September fics soon to come! Wrote this a while ago, suddenly came across it haha

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[ka0ila]

|Enemity

genre- angst, smut, mafia au, dark romance, enemies to lovers¿

pairing- mafia!straykids x mafia!reader

type- series

warnings- smut, degradation, death, murder, blood, childhood trauma, virginity, dark, mention of rape, guns.

m.list

tags- @hann1bee

A winter morning,

My parents were shot.

That look on his face, i can't forget.

Those suffering eyes, i can't forget.

Blood, all over.

my face,

my clothes,

the floor.

everywhere.

The tall, muscular expression-less man stepped inside, looked at my brother and i, bent down and grabbed my dad by his hair and made him look towards him,

"i told you,hazlurt, i did. i warned you, i did and now, you're gonna pay it with your own life and your poor little wife." a disgusting smirk displayed on his face. He started walking towards my mom, all of a sudden, two men came in, held me and my brother, grabbed our jaws, and made us look towards our parents. Lyrian was sobbing, badly. The muscular man, grabbed my mom by her hair, "poor little thing, gonna pay for your husband's mistake, yeah?" my mom winced and he slapped her.

"stop! Valzart, don't bring her into this, don't hurt her, i beg of you!" my dad screamed, with a little energy he had left.

"not so fast, you know what i wanted Hazlurt, but you and your fucking loyalty towards your pitty little job is gonna get you, and your family killed." he snapped back.

He took out a knife and placed it on my mom's collarbone, "hey, i'm gonna engrave my name on your skin, infront of your husband, isn't that so exciting?" he said chuckling, dad tried to get up, he just couldn't and then Valzart, the muscular man, placed the knife on my mom's collarbone, "Stop! please" Jeongin shouted crying. Valzart looked towards him, "oh hey, you pity little momma's boy, it's alright, i'm not hurting your momma, it's just something she paying for because of your daddy's actions" he said and a disgusting little smile displayed on his disgusting face.

'C'

'R'

'I'

'S'

'T'

‘O’

‘P’

‘H’

‘E’

‘R’

Bahng Christopher Chahn.

The leader of straykids.

The engraving looked deep, my mom was screaming, even i wanted to look away i couldn't because one of his men was grabbing my jaw and made my look at my mom struggling, when i tried to close my eyes, he slapped me. Jeongin passed out hearing my mom scream, and yelp in pain, it was too much.

I was just a 8 year old kid, too small and understand or to express emotions.

"poor little girl, wanna know what daddy did? your daddy tried to betray us, and him being this poor little spy, tried to leak something very important, that's wrong right? betraying, betraying is wrong right, little one?"

Suddenly, someone hit him from the behind with a wooden stick,

It was my brother, Jeongin,

he mouthed 'run'

i looked around,

everything was so slow,

everything was echoing,

blurry,

hazy,

Jeongin held my hand, and

we ran.

BangChan

I can never in my fucking life forget his filthy name.

A mafia, A well known filthy mafia.

Known to be 'heartless', 'cold', and definitely not merciful.

Killed more than half of the top mafia's including Ogumai Kamasaki.

nearly no one was able to dream surpass The Great Harlenlando Eziquas, but he did.

My biggest enemy since i was eight.

…

"you came, RaIz." (Y/N) Hazlurt said while sipping her imported wine. "you called, Hazlurt" Jorian replied back smirking, Lileth raised her left eyebrow and smirked as no one ever dares to call her by her surname. "daring, aren't ya?" (Y/N) said in a stern tone, leaving goosebumps on Jorian's body, "here for a good reason, my lady."

"very well." (Y/N) said as she kept her wine glass on the back marble table infront of the pool. "what made you call me here, my lady?" Jorian said as he moved his hand to grab his whiskey glass. "nothing special really, just for my own personal pleasure" (Y/N) gave him a stern look, and smirked. As she moved towards him, he moved when step back. Soon, he was pinned down by (Y/N), "what are you planning to do to me?" Jorian said with lustfull eyes.

"Kill you just like you killed my brother's girlfriend"

"you know she deserved it." Jorian said with a scared but stubborn tone, with a wish to live. "oh? well then, you deserve to die" she placed her pistol's pointer inside his mouth and shot him. Jeongin was in the pool, looking at the drama. He was satisfied with what happened, flipped his hair; spread his arms and fell back on his back inside the water.

…

with a bang, i submersed myself in the water, he deserved it, he deserved to die, he deserved to die because he killed and raped his own sister and my girlfriend, the only girl i've ever loved in my entire life. i've had so many girlfriends but all of them were only for my own pleasure, but i fell in love with Miuka.

"Jeongin?" I heard my sister call out my name. For some reason i just didn't want to answer."I.N?" If she ever gave anyone a nickname, it was me, if she ever cared about someone, it was me. So, not many know i'm her brother as it's 'danger' for me. If people get to know about it, i'll be all her enemy's target. So, we're 'cousins' in the eyes of people, 'cousins with enmity' it's for the best i guess.Jorian Ralz, a man who worked under Bang Chan. When i found Miuka's dead body in our room, i saw his initials on her neck. Ever killed body under him, had those initials engraved. Whether it's his men, or him. Even if his men kill someone for their on pleasure or need, they had to engrave his name on the dead body. It's creepy; having your name engraved on someone's dead body you don't even know of, but it did make people terror him."yeah?" i said looking up at her swimming towards the edge. "are you satisfied now?" she said while ruffling my hair with a smile. "mhm, thankyou" i said and gave her a quick smile. She nodded and walked inside. she takes a bath everytime she kills someone. The moment she left, the staff came in, cleaned up that place, picked up the body, and took it somewhere, i don't even know what they do of all these bodies. Now, let's get to the police.The police, government, or anyone doesn't talk about the mafia's especially, (Y/N) Hazlurt and Christopher. Everyone knows about their rivalry, people who tried to interfere are now, well, dead. 'Being an enemies to lovers fan, i'd like them to fall in love and fuck everyday all around the villa.' is what Miuka used to say. I never said anything, Bang Chan ruined my family.

…

"fuck" she moaned as i inserted my second finger inside her. I looked in her dark brown eyes. I was moving my fingers inside her just the way she liked it, by her tightness,

i knew she was a virgin. She was squirming under me and i fucking loved it. I loved how i was controlling the amount of pleasure she was receiving.

She was flushed, her face looked adorable and sexy at the same time. Her black hair strands on her face, her mouth wide open, Moaning my name everytime i hit her spot, her arched back, her shivering body,

i loved it.

"i'm gonna cum" she said with teary eyes and barely audible. I stopped moving my finger, "beg for it" i said with a cold rough tone with my two fingers still inside her,

stretching her out.

She looked flustered, i was definitely her first. "please" she said whining, "please, what? what do you want me to do?" i said looking at her, she failed to maintain an eye contact.

She threw her head back, shut her eyes, and begged, "Please sir, pump your long fingers inside me, hit my spot over and over again, finger me like it's the end of the fucking world, just please let me cum, fuck"

she said and let out a loud moan when i suddenly started moving my fingers in a fastened pace with letting her complete and inserted my third finger. 'sir' definitely caught me off gaurd.

Soon, she came all over my three fingers, i made her look at the mess she made and the condition of my room's bedsheet. I inserted my fingers inside her mouth and made her taste herself.

I started moving my fingers in and out, the sound of the gags, oh how much i loved them. She looked at me those teary eyes, gagging on my fingers. Oh, how much it turned me on. "Do you want me to fuck you?" i asked her looking deep in her eyes, "i'm not ready"

she said stuttering in between the gags, i nodded and took out my fingers and got up.  "im so sorry, but i'm just not ready" she started sobbing. why was she apologising for not being ready? i frowned and sat back down taking her into my embrace.

"why did you apologise for not wanting to have sex right now?" i asked her after i made her stop crying, "it just, it just ruins the mood, and it's such a big turn off for you, i fear it's gonna make you not want me.." she said while looking at me sitting in my lap, hugging me.

"i won't get mad at you for not being ready, lair. Keep that in mind, always. Don't push yourself into something you're not ready for." She gave me a heart warming smile and kissed me. “you know, never mind” with that she kissed me again, with lust.

i was taken back a bit, did she think i’d lose interest? did she feel forced? all these thoughts muffled as i started losing control. i flipped her over,

she groaned as i slapped her ass cheek, everything was happening so fast. i was about to grab a condom when she said “i’m on birth control”. I pulled down her soaked panties, and started unbuckling my belt. “such a whore, such a whore for me, say it” she was flustered.

“i’m your whore, only yours.”

“yeah that’s right, you’re my fucking whore, mine”

i aligned myself infront of her entrance, i started rubbing it with the tip of my cock. i heard her whine, oh how much i loved her crying and whining. “are you sure?” i asked her as i huffed. “yes, yes, yes sir, please sir, just enter” she said in adrenaline. i chuckled and started submerging myself inside of her tight little hole, my hole to ruin. i heard her groan in pain,

“it’ll be pleasurable, adjust, it’s okay” i couldn’t be rough on her first, even if i wanted to ruin her and see her cry, i couldn’t. i gave her time to adjust, pumping slowly in and out, she was crying, “you’re huge!” she cried, i chuckled. “speed up” she said, “okay.” i said. I started pulling in and out of her dripping glistening pussy, what a sight.

“mmh- fuck.” she cried as i fastened my pace, i just couldn’t hold back, i couldn’t, her cunt was just so addictive.

“fucking cunt, wants me to go faster and then fucking cries, such a fucking loser” she clenched around me, “oh? you love degradation? such a fucking slut, my slut” i said fastening my pace, i was losing it,

the way she clenched around me, it was fucking me up, it was making me lose my mind, it was just so fucking addictive, i couldn’t hold back, i just couldn’t.

“i’m gonna cum”

“not now”

“please”

“shut the fuck up slut, you cum when you’re told”

“pleas-”

i slapped her ass cheek before she could complete her sentence.

she was a whimpering mess, crying, begging, begging for me to allow her cum, oh how much i loved it.

“cum.”

…

Jeongin, my next assignment. He doesn’t know i’m an assassin, he doesn’t have to.

i’ve been assigned to bring him, dead or alive.

He’s important they say,

he fell in love with me, but did i?

did i fell for his godly beauty? did i fell for his charisma?

i’m unsure.

last time i fell in love was when i was 11.

first and last.

…

“cum” he said. i left out a cry and whine, of both pleasure and pain. i lost my virginity to my assignment, i’m good as dead now.

[so-many-fandoms-here]

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.)

• Characters: Levi Ackerman, fem!Reader

• Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

• Warnings: describing birthing (not super detailed)

Daughter

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*

-Levi’s Pov-

I was already up and preparing breakfast when (Y/n) stepped into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes tired and yawning loudly. „Good morning Levi“, she mumbled and sat down at the table.

I supported myself on the kitchen sideboards, limped over to my pregnant wife and placed a kiss on her head. „Good morning you two.“

She hummed with closed eyes and rubbed her big belly. „Baby kicks just like you.“ I couldn’t help but chuckle. „It’s my baby after all.“ I placed my hand that wasn’t supporting my weight softly on her belly.

„Out of all qualities it could have gotten from you I really hoped it wouldn’t be your kicks“, she sighs dramatically and leans further back in the chair. I grabbed one of the other chairs that stood around the table and sat down in front of (Y/n) who had her eyes closed again, obviously exhausted from the long night.

„You’re not even born yet and already causing mommy sleepless nights?“ I spoke as I leaned further down until my face was in front of her belly. „Believe me, she’s way more pleasant when she slept well.“

For that I’ve earned a light slap on the head, causing another chuckle to leave my lips. Then I leaned up again and placed a kiss on my wife’s lips.

The amount of love I felt for this little rascal that wasn’t even born yet was overwhelming and sometimes left me scared.

„What if they don’t like me?“, I mumbled one of my many concerns against (Y/n)s soft lips. „Don’t be stupid“, she responded. „Our child is going to love you.“ And then placed another reassuring kiss on my lips.

But I wasn’t convinced. „I never had a father, I don’t even know how that works.“ (Y/n) wanted to say something but I just continued. „What if they’re scared of my scars? What if I can’t show my love enough? What if“ (Y/n) shut me up with a loud Shhhh and placed her hands on my cheeks. „Our baby is going to love you“, she repeated, not leaving any room for complaints.

„It’s time we talk about a potential godfather or godmother, don’t you think?“, she switched the topic while she stood up and grabbed herself a cup to pour some tea in it. I responded with a nod and said: „I nominate Armin.“

I could basically hear how her (e/c) eyes rolled. „It’s not a voting Levi“, she answered with a chuckle. „I know. I’m just messing with you“, I responded with a slight smirk. „Still Armin.“

(Y/n) nodded in agreement, her face decorated with the biggest, warmest smile that she always had when we planned anything related to the baby. „I thought about him too. He is so gentle and responsible. I’m pretty sure he will be so happy.“

„He’s least likely to drop the baby.“

The noise that came from my wife was made from the cup which she placed loudly on the cupboard again. „Levi!“

„I’m just saying what we both were thinking. They’re all just big ass kids, no way I’m leaving a fragile little human in their sweaty meathooks.“ I didn’t see the towel coming that flew in my direction and landed right on my face. While I pouted, acting like I was pissed, (Y/n) knew I was messing with her again and started to laugh so loud and long that I almost thought she would choke on her own voice.

—

Even though we planned everything thoroughly, the day the baby came still felt somehow chaotic. (Y/n) was a mess, I was a mess, everything was a mess.

It was morning when the water broke. I was reading the newspaper and watched the people through the window going to work, taking a walk, whatever normal people do, when suddenly (Y/n) started to whine. It was like a howl, painful and scared. My head turned and I saw her supporting herself on the doorframe to our bathroom in which she went seconds before.

I stood up and got to her as fast as I could, not paying attention to my crutch leaning against the table. It would only get in my way (like always).

„(Y/n)!“, I yelled, clueless what I could do instead. When I was beside her I could see the puddle on the floor. I hoped my fight or flight response would activate itself, like it did on the battlefield, but it didn’t. Instead I stood there with a horrified expression and looked at her. After a few seconds of brain-loss I caught myself again and wrapped my arms around her waist, which was kind of useless when I look back at it. „Come on, let’s get you in the bedroom.“

I had to let go of her immediately since I was no help for her with my broken leg, which I despised even more in this moment, and walked slowly behind her through the hallway into our bedroom.

The thick bedsheets that our midwife gave us where placed next to the bed, waiting for their time. I quickly spread them on the mattress on which (Y/n) sat down right after.

„Breath“, I reminded her (more myself to be honest) and took her hands in mine. For a second the world went quiet.

It’s happening. I am going to be a father very soon.

I quickly got rid of my sentimental thought and limped to the window, which I opened quickly and started to scan the streets, hoping I would see one of the brats.

„Oi!“ I yelled and immediately Armins head popped out of nowhere.

„Yes sir?“ I saw how his hand twitched, still tempted to salute. I‘m starting to believe he will never get used to not saluting.

„Get the nurse!“ I yell and a mix of horror and happiness appears on Armins face. „It’s time?“, he asks to which I nod. „Obviously!“ I yell even louder and watch him with an expecting look.

He took way too long for my liking to find out of his shock, but eventually he started to run to get the nurse while yelling „The baby‘s coming! The baby’s coming!“

I turned back around to face (Y/n) and watched how she shifts in bed to lie on her back. I walked up to her and sat next to her on the mattress.

„She‘ll be here any moment“, I reassured her while taking her hand in mine and waiting for the sound of the front door opening. After what felt like hours, but were probably not even minutes, the door swung open and our midwife, happy as ever, stepped inside the room.

„Well look at that!“, she calls out. „Looks like baby’s ready to see the world her parents made.“

She often told us how honored she was to work with us and she often tended to exaggerate a bit.

She made her way around the bed and asked (Y/N) to help her take off her underwear. She handed me the wet panty, which I quickly discarded on the floor, no way would I crawl away from my wife to tidy up right now.

The nightgown was pushed up over (Y/N)s thighs while the midwife took a look between her legs. „Yep, baby is in a hurry. I can already see the head.“

(Y/N) squeezed my hand tighter. „I’m scared“, she mumbled. I let go of her hand so I could wrap my arm around her. „Me too“, I whispered when she lied in my arms, grabbing my other hand.

„You ready to push momma?“, the nurse asked to which (Y/N) laughed a forced laugh. „I don’t have that much of a choice now, do I?“

A few hours of screaming and crying passed until a different cry cut through the air.

A light, but strong scream.

„There she is“, the nurse announced and took a towel in which she wrapped our child after cutting the umbilical cord. „A beautiful little girl.“

(Y/N) stretched out her arms, silently demanding the woman to give her the tiny being. Once she held our daughter in her arms she fell exhausted against my chest again.

Too stunned to speak I looked at the little human in her arms, looking just as exhausted as her mother.

(Y/N)s struggles weren’t over yet, since the placenta had to come out too, but after that was managed, the nurse gave us some time to ourselves while she would prepare some tea and something to eat.

Thankful for both, the peace and the fact that she would make something for us I nodded and watched how she closed the door behind her.

„She’s beautiful“, (Y/N) whispered. „Yeah“, I answered. „Just like her mother.“

I earned a tired smile from my wife and felt how she rested her head against my shoulder. „Do you want to hold her?“, she asked after a while.

„Of course!“ I said way too excited but got hesitant right after my statement. „But what if I do something wrong?“

„You won’t“, (Y/N) reassured me. „Take off you shirt.“ She giggled at my confused look. „Skin to skin“, she simply said and I remembered what the nurse told us. It’ll help bonding.

So I quickly got rid of my T-Shirt and then took my daughter as gently as possible into my hands. Her head was supported by my biceps and her little hand reached out and touched my chest lightly.

In awe I studied her face. The tiny eyes, the even tinier nose, her sweet cheeks and her lips that I just knew would carry the most warming smile the world would ever see.

(Y/N)s hand sneaked on our daughters stomach, not ready to give up every last bit of skin contact.

Suddenly my eyes filled with tears and my heart felt like it was about to burst from this immense and intense love I felt when I looked at my baby.

„If this is what the war was for“, I whispered with a shaky voice. „Then I would do it all again.“ The tears that at first just lingered in my eyes now streamed down my face. „Every last bit of it. I would do it all again for her.“

I glanced at (Y/N) and saw how she nodded, knowing exactly what I meant and knowing she would do the same.

„You still like the name Mary?“ I asked her to which I earned another nod. „Yes. But to be honest, she looks more like a Mary Isabel, don’t you think?“

My already endless stream of tears just got worse. Mary Isabel. (Y/N)s tears fell on my shoulder while we stood silent in agreement.

„Mary Isabel Ackerman“, I mumble after a while, my chest filled with love and pride. „My daughter.“

And suddenly I knew what peace felt like.

[dollfaced-erin]

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 3

PART 1 , PART 2

A/N :

I am speeding because I will have to leave for a few days after this. But inspiration is flowing without a doubt... i need help-- its too early for the romance to ensue, but i headcanon that jingyuan is hella flirty when he wants to be, especially if its someone he knows. so have some fluff before the upcoming dread-- comments to improve are really appreciated ! requests are opened too ! we're gonna get through the xianzhou plot one by one, so bare with me !

"Haha ! That couldn't possibly be true !" a white haired woman laughed as she shared drinks with another.

"I'm serious !" (Y/n) heard her own voice say.

Who...is this woman...? This...beautiful and slender woman, who had strength of a thousand soldiers. Who had lovely moon-gazed hair. And bright red eyes that felt as if they could pierce the heart with a mere glance.

But those eyes were warm and inviting, as the figure sat before her, a small cup filled with clear liquid between her dainty fingers. Her eyes shone brightly, in contrast to the moon that shone soothingly above their heads.

"Jingliu, I'm serious ! Stop laughing !" she heard her past self, (Dan Jia, was it ?) say.

She saw her own fist slam against the table, rocking more laughter from the woman in front of her. The Vidyadhara woman looking frustrated.

"Baiheng ! Help me out here !" She said, looking to her right where there was a purple Foxian lady sitting, leaning against the table with a cup in her hands too.

"Jingliu...it's not nice to torture this poor soul who couldn't even confess her feelings for a man we all know too well..." the Foxian, Baiheng said, tutting like a mother.

Then the two women howled in laughter, loving the redness that spread on (Y/n)'s face. She groaned in return, putting a hand to her blazing cheek.

"That...you're not helping at all." she sighed, feeling her cheeks get red and hot. Then they heard footsteps from afar, and all of them turned to look.

"Having fun I see ? And without invitation ?" A white haired man with warm golden eyes said, nearing the three women. Jing Yuan, she recognized.

And he wasn't alone, as there were another two men by his side.

One side, was a beautiful man with the brightest teal eyes anyone would see, and matching horns perched on his head. Dan Feng, as she recalled from her past memories. And another...was...the master swordsmith.

A man with vibrant red eyes and long straight white hair held up with a hair stick. He looked ever beautiful, with that gracious smile on his lips as he quietly approached the drinking women.

"Psst ! Dan Jia ! Cover your cheeks !" Jingliu whispered and earned a slap on her back by past (Y/n).

"Is something the matter ? You are awfully red, Dan Jia..." the elegant man said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind (Y/n)'s ear, noticing a glass hairpin that held up her hair.

"Oh ! You're wearing the glass hairpin I made for you. It looks great on you."

(Y/n) felt herself stiffen, and her face heated up even more. Then she heard a man cough into his hand. "Yingxing, keep your hands to yourself, please." Dan Feng said, looking quite unpleased with the way...Yingxing was touching past (Y/n).

"Protective, huh ?" Baiheng said with a soft laugh. "Don't worry, your baby sister isn't going anywhere anytime soon, High-Elder~"

"The healer for the High-Cloud Quintet...no squad can fully function without a healer like her..." Jing Yuan said, plopping himself down between (Y/n) and Jingliu, taking a cup for himself.

Jingliu protested, shouting at him and the rest of them laughed.

"If only we were still together at present day..." a haunting voice said, before everything went dark.

"(Y/n)...? (Y/n), we're here..." a soft and deep voice called out, shaking her shoulder.

(Y/n) opened her (e/c) eyes as she sat up straight. It seemed that she had fallen asleep on Jing Yuan's shoulder in the starskiff on the way to the alchemy commission. Ah, how embarrassing !

"You slept for centuries, yet here you are, still napping away." Jing Yuan chuckled as he looked at (Y/n) who rubbed her eyes with red cheeks. "I understand. It must've been hard for you to suddenly be up and moving."

As (Y/n) got out of the ship, holding onto Jing Yuan's hand, she looked at the bustling area before her. "This...isn't the alchemy commission, isn't it...?" she asked.

It was way too lively with people and looked like a place for socials. There were even buildings and apartments looming in the area, stalls and shops as far as the eye can see. But as far as she remembered, even all those centuries ago, the alchemy commission had a large crucible.

"No no, this isn't the alchemy commission. I changed destinations. This is the Central Starskiff Haven." Jing Yuan told her, holding her hand as they walked.

"When you were asleep I received a call from the Helm Master, Madam Yukong. I need to head to the Seat of Divine Foresight. I'll also need to see the Master Diviner, Fu Xuan." Jing Yuan said, shaking his head. He put his hand to his head, chuckling softly.

His shaggy bangs moved as he shook his head, something she found very...cute for some reason. She just...wanted to touch his hair a little. Would it be a crime...? To do so...?

(Y/n)...couldn't help it. She was just so entranced by this man. She couldn't help it, he was so...beautiful for a man. Even in her dreams, he was still the same man.

He was indeed tall, perhaps towering over 180cm. And she thought she was already tall with the heels beneath her feet.

But she got closer to him and he noticed, stopping in his tracks. She reached out her hand, and tucked a strand of white hair behind his ear. And as she did, she took the opportunity to brush away his silver locks away from his eyes, gazing into those beautiful honey colored eyes, gasping softly at the beautiful sight before her.

And the surprising part was when he leaned into her touch, a small smirk on his lips. He seemed to enjoy the attention she was giving him. A light sound rumbled in his throat, as he gazed at her with those alluring eyes of his.

Was that purring...?!

"So, how is my hair, princess~? Soft ?" he purred delightedly, bringing a hand to touch the hand that held his face tenderly.

(Y/n) snapped out of it and pulled her hand back, her face beaming into a bright red. Then only she realized the eyes peering around them, all of them, men and women alike, blushing as they watched the affectionate interaction between the general of the Luofu and a Vidyadhara woman in public.

"It's...it's very soft. Like a kitten's fur..." (Y/n) muttered softly before Jing Yuan laughed heartily, taking her hand once more, turning as they continued to walk down the alley.

"Would you like to follow me to the Seat of Divine Foresight ? You could try jog your memory there with all the documents. You could also read anything you'd like in there." Jing Yuan said, bringing the smaller woman with him.

(Y/n) nodded, sounding quite pleased with the idea of reading articles to try remember who she once was. Since she hadn't died and still had access to some of her memories, perhaps that she could know and regain more there.

And perhaps...she could learn more about herself. The information she so desperately needed. Maybe she could trigger her memories ?

"Jing Yuan...who was I back then ?" (Y/n) asked, recalling that he called her the younger sister of the High Elder of the Vidyadhara. She didn't want to overexcite herself, but was she someone important ?

"In fact, you were quite important back in the day. Before your sentence, you were the Head Healer of the alchemy commission. You were...the main healer of the knights who were constantly at war, fighting the mara-struck abominations." Jing Yuan said as they walked towards the jetty that would lead them to the Seat of Divine Foresight.

"Unlike the High Elder who was actively on the battlefields, you stayed back to heal the wounded. You were...more of the support type, never one to fight unless the other party was down on the ground needing your help. But that doesn't mean you couldn't hit someone if you really wanted to." he chuckled and she chuckled lightly at that too.

She was slowly regaining her former memories. Everything that Jing Yuan told her, felt right and in place. So she knew he wasn't lying. Well, there wasn't anything he wanted to lie about anyway. It seemed that...while her body didn't die, her mind did, granting her...another person with the same body and memories.

"What was I...sentenced for...?" (Y/n) asked softly as she saw Jing Yuan tense up slightly. Then he looked at her with a smile.

"There's no need for you to worry about that, princess. That was the sins past you had to suffer. No need to dwell on it now."

As much as he wanted her to remember, as much as he wanted her to recall those lost memories, he couldn't. He couldn't let her bear the weight of what her past self did. Not when she was reborn anew.

And he would do all he could to protect the only person he had from all those times back. Protect her to ensure she wouldn't leave. So she wouldn't leave him like all the others.

The two didn't say anything anymore. It seemed that her question really caught him off guard since he was deep in thought after answering her. And it seemed that it wasn't a good ending too from the way he squeezed her hand.

"Hey...I'm sorry." (Y/n) said, squeezing his hand a little as they arrived at the port, waiting for a starskiff to escort them. She looked really guilty, feeling as if she had ruined the whole mood.

But Jing Yuan looked at her with a warm smile on his lips. He raised his free hand to ruffle her lovely (h/c) hair with a laugh rumbling down his throat. "No need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. It's by nature to want to know, right ?"

"So why are we heading to the Seat of Divine Foresight ? Something about the Helm Master." (Y/n) asked as a starskiff arrived, the guard on post bowing to Jing Yuan and stared at the beautiful woman he brought with her.

"We have some...unexpected guests on the Luofu. And a Stellaron hunter on the loose." Jing Yuan said, before looking at (Y/n), a serious gaze in his eyes.

"He goes by the name....Blade."

[gabriels-wings-of-freedom]

A Shy Archangel

Who knew you had the power to turn the archangel Gabriel into a shy little school boy; who also happens to have a huge crush on you. 

Gabriel falling deep into cupid’s pit with a sweet and high class female reader

You were an angel of a girl. Beautiful, kind, and elegant. So much so, it was one big mystery as to why you were with the Winchesters. The whole reason of you being with them was because your mother’s dying wish to John Winchester, their father, was to protect you. So, you stayed with the hunter family, but you didn’t take part in any hunting. You were a more research and lore kind of girl.

So, for all those years, you were the one who stayed back and held the knowledge.

Meeting Castiel and Crowley were alright. Despite the sass and confusion that they can have, they sound quite reverent. Especially Castiel, as most angels usually contain a sort of humble elegance when they spoke. All but one angel that you’ve met.

An archangel to be precise. Gabriel.

He was unlike any angel that you've met or read about. Gabriel was mischievous, a loudmouth, and was nearly as bad as Dean when it came to jumping in bed with any woman who wanted sex.

You look like a church girl. Is what Sam always said to you. He was kind of right. You tried not to swear, you didn’t drink no matter how many times Dean pushed you, and you were still a virgin. This is why Gabriel found himself so in love with you. 

Actual love. Not just for a night. 

You were so different, so sweet, and so thoughtful, even of him. There were times that you called him to the bunker just to share a cookie because you know how much he loves sweets. And each time, he curses his family, because he finds himself unable to meet your eye. Gabriel couldn’t find any words to say, which was very unlike him, and he got all these butterflies in his stomach.

He was so...shy around you. The trickster in him just vanished and he acted so opposite of himself. Dean teased him and Sam felt sorry for him.

“Hey Y/N...you want a drink?” Gabriel gets so scatter-brained when it comes to thinking about you. So much so that he forgot your distaste for alcohol when he went to grab some for everyone. 

You looked up from your book to see him holding a bottle towards you, hand shaking slightly. When you looked up at his face, Gabriel quickly turned his head away from you so he didn’t have to look into your e/c eyes, causing a bit of his brown hair to fall over his face.

“Thank you, Gabriel, but I’m okay. Not my kind of drink.” You said with a sweet smile even though he wasn’t even looking at you. Dean snickered in the background while Sam slapped his shoulder. The archangel mentally cursed his idiocy as he offered you a slight smile, pulling his hand away. 

“S-sorry...I...” However, Gabriel didn’t even finish that stuttering sentence as he just nodded to himself and went back to the kitchen. Dean was appalled.

“What about our drinks?” He asked in irritation as Sam hit him again. Meanwhile, a frown came to your face as you watched Gabriel sulk off. 

“Was it something I said?” You asked the boys in front of you at the table. They looked at each other before Dean started to snicker a bit, causing you to look at him. He started shaking his head as he laughed to himself. The man couldn’t help it. This whole situation was hilarious to him. 

“You did nothing wrong, Y/N. Gabriel just has a little crush on you.” He said with a smirk which caused Sam to nudge him sharply.

“Dean.” Sam whispered with a “what the hell” look on his face. Dean just gave him that look straight back.

“What? If I don’t say something, nobody will. Besides, as entertaining as this is, I’m tired of watching an archangel act like fifteen-year-old who has no experience with women.” Dean said and you both looked at him, wondering why that was his comparison. The older Winchester looked around before meeting Sam’s eyes.

“Like how you were.” He said to his brother and Sam sighed, giving him a slight glare as that was not something that needed to be said. Meanwhile, you were just sitting there and taking in Dean’s words. Gabriel likes you? That would make his behavior make sense, but still.

“He...likes me?” You asked them, a slight blush coming to your face. 

“Madly.” “Oh so much.” Sam and Dean said at the same time. You smiled to yourself. Truthfully, it was hard not to like Gabriel. Even after all he’s done to you guys, his playful and energetic nature was something you found endearing. However, it seemed to be put on halt when you were around, causing the eccentric man to take it down several notches in hopes to appease you.

It was very cute.

“Alright, I’m back.” Gabriel soon reappeared with drinks for everyone. He handed Sam and Dean their portion before claiming one for himself. Hesitantly, but also seemingly excited, he took a seat next to you. It took him a few seconds, but he gained enough courage to snap his fingers and have a glass of apple juice.

“Something special for the lady.” He said with a shy smile, and you beamed. Dean then cleared his throat before standing up, forcefully grabbing Sam’s arm to make him stand up as well.

“Well, as adorable as this has been, we are going to leave the two of you be, so our feathery friend here can get something off his chest.” Dean said in what sounded like a friendly manner. However, anyone would know that he was just getting under the other man’s skin. After all the shit Gabriel put him through, this was just desserts.

“Dean.” The archangel said in a warning tone.

“C’mon Sammy, we have things to do.” Dean pulled his brother along back towards his room. Sam looked back at Gabriel, who gave him a look that said “please don’t leave me”. However, the younger Winchester gave him an apologetic look before disappearing, leaving the two of you alone.

Glancing over at him, you saw that Gabriel was staring at his lap, which his hands were folded on. He was wringing his fingers together and tapping his foot every now and then. His wispy brown hair fell over his face, barely concealing his very red cheeks.

“Gabriel...I already know how you feel.” You decided to just rip the band aid off for him because you felt pretty bad about what Dean did. It wasn’t his place to jump in and say anything for Gabriel, even if the archangel struggled to do so himself. You saw him peek out at you from behind his hair.

“Dean told me.” You confessed and you saw a flicker of anger in those honey brown eyes.

You guys sat in silence for a bit before Gabriel sighed. Seeing as his feelings for you were out in the open, he had no reason to hide anymore. Still, that didn’t stop a swarm of butterflies from attacking his stomach when he looked at you. You were looking at him for an explanation.

“I guess...I was just intimidated by you. You’re a different kind of woman than I’m used to. I felt...I felt that I needed to earn you. That you weren’t just a ‘one night stand’ type of gal.” He said with a bit of laughter, looking back at his hands. You smiled sympathetically, feeling a bit flustered that he viewed you so highly. Scooting your chair closer, you placed a hand on his shoulder and rubbed it slightly.

“Intimidated by me? I should be intimidated by you, Mr. Trickster.” You said teasingly and Gabriel just tilted his head back down, hair falling back over his face, but there was a smile. 

“Why do you have this effect on me...?” He whispered with a grin, a blush on his face. You giggled a bit as Gabriel soon joined in as well. You moved closer till your sides touched and his body went still.

“Don’t worry Gabriel. You don’t have to be shy anymore because...I like you as well.” You told him before using your hand to grab his face and pull it towards you to place a kiss on his cheek. 

Your own heart swelled when you saw the little boy smile that crept on his face, and he looked around in bliss.

“Now, go teach the blabbermouth a lesson.” You said to him, patting his shoulder with a smile. Gabriel’s confidence soon returned after he realized that he won the heart of his lady. He looked at you and booped you lovingly on the nose before standing up.

“Oh Dean...” Gabriel called out, his fingers ready to snap and send the older Winchester onto another hellscape. You giggled and opened your book again, listening out for the chaos to come.

Meanwhile, Sam has never run so fast in his life.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- I think I am becoming obsessed with continuing these stories of mine. So here comes the second part of my Aemond's story. Hope you like it.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

In the Darks of Night

Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Part 1 ☆ Part 2

Summary- While Aegon had find his comfort in whores, (Y/N) would visit Aemond. Reading and conversing in the secure confines of Aemond's chambers, but nothing more had happened between them, nothing explicit. Until...

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THREE MONTHS PASSED and (Y/N) had seen things changed. She was married to Aegon for three months and in these days, she had seen a completely different side of Aegon. One which wasn't a perverted, drunk prince but a caring and perhaps, loving, husband.

(Y/N) was yet to fall with a child, not that Aegon minded; but the Queen and Aegon's mother, (Y/N)'s mother and the fellow married ladies of court surely minded. While the Queen and the Lady Stark had been direct in their approach towards this matter, the noble ladies of the court gossiped about infertility and dissatisfaction of Prince Aegon.

(Y/N) had tried to ignore the gossips, dismissing them off by calling them "senseless talks between bored ladies with no duties to fulfill".

But what (Y/N) couldn't ignore were the gossips which included his husband's frequent visits to the brothels and him being constantly found in beds belonging to some low-born whores.

Even though Aegon had been loving towards (Y/N), his habits of visiting whores had not escaped him. He would visit (Y/N)'s chambers once in a week and leave just after their duty was done, finding solace in the arms of some whore.

While Aegon had find his comfort in whores, (Y/N) would visit Aemond. Reading and conversing in the secure confines of Aemond's chambers, but nothing more had happened between them, nothing explicit.

That was until that day...

Aegon hastily got dressed as (Y/N) sat up in her bed, chest heaving as her body processed another one of their weekly procedure of duty. (E/C) eyes watched as the prince clumsily put on his robes in a hurry.

"Stay," she spoke, breaking the silence of the room. Aegon's head shot up, looking at her with quizzical expressions. "Why should I?" He asked, not even thinking what he said, moving towards the wine kept on a table.

"We are man and wife, my Prince. What other reason must you need to stay?" (Y/N) asked calmly, though the ice of her patience was melting faster than ever. She was getting tired of Aegon's behavior. Sweet and loving throughout the week and leaving her alone the day he decides to visit her chambers.

"Man and wife and yet no children," he muttered under his breath, making (Y/N) stop. The statement was like a slap on her face; a dagger to her heart. Gulping down the drink he had poured himself, Aegon left the chambers quickly, leaving behind a speechless (Y/N).

(Y/N) stood up as well after a moment, pulling over her nightgown and putting on a heavy robe to hide the sheerness of the gown. Pouring herself a glass of wine, she drank it in two swift gulps.

Moving towards the door to her chambers, she swiftly exited her chambers, dismissing the guard who insisted on following her. She didn't need anyone to know she was visiting Aemond, for it will only fuel the gossips further.

Knocking thrice on the huge doors, she heard movement behind the doors, and along with the movement was an annoyed huff. Typical Aemond. The doors opened to an annoyed Aemond whose gaze softened as he found (Y/N) on his door.

(Y/N) swore she looked terrible at this moment. Hair tangled from all the rough sex she previously had to endure. A robe pulled around her pale body while her face possibly had no colour.

Aemond stepped to his left, leaving space for (Y/N) to step in. The door was closed and the pair was left alone, in privacy. Aemond wished to ask what was the matter but he stayed silent as he took in her appearance.

Aemond had understood that Aegon had payed (Y/N) a visit, and that was what confused him even more. He did understand why she was here if Aegon had spent the beginning of the night with her.

"Am I not worthy of affection?" She asked softly, voice cracking in the last. "Of course you are, (Y/N)," Aemond said, advancing towards her and placing his hands on the sides of her arms.

(Y/N) leaned into him, letting the warmth of his surround her in a comforting, secure embrace. Tears slowly escaped her eyes as she took in the familiar scent of Aemond.

She wondered if her life would have been different if she would have been married to Aemond and not his brother.

"(Y/N), what is the matter? Has Aegon hurt you?" Aemond asked, thinking of every possible reason which had (Y/N) come to Aemond in the darks of night.

He let (Y/N) weep as he rubbed her back, placing comforting kisses on her temple. He rocked her like a child rocks himself when scared or going through some trauma.

Once (Y/N) calmed down, Aemond had carried her to his bed, placing her down and moving to pour her a glass of water and fetch her something to eat, perhaps some fruits.

Aemond noticed how (Y/N) was squirming and trying to rub something off her leg with the use of her nightgown. Aemond frowned, placing the glass and the plate with fruits on the table nearby.

"Is something a matter, my dear?" Aemond asked softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. (Y/N) flinched, eyes watering yet again. Aemond kneeled before her, softly placing his hand on her calf.

"No, Aemond. Please," (Y/N) hesitated, trying to loosen his grip on her calf. "(Y/N)," Aemond warned, eyeing her strictly. (Y/N) lowered her gaze, letting him do what what he wished to.

Aemond softly raised her nightgown to her knees, watching as the sleek white substance dripping all over her inner leg.

Aemond sighed, standing up and moving to grab a piece of cloth and a basin of water. Returning back to his original place and placing her feet on his knee, Aemond gently wiped the substance off her leg.

"Had a fight with him?" Aemond asked. Aemond watched as (Y/N) shook her head, gripping the green silk bedsheets on his bed. He grabbed one of her hand, placing it on his shoulder, feeling her squeeze it.

After wiping her legs clean, Aemond quickly got rid of the basin of water and the cloth, returning to sit beside (Y/N), who placed her head on his chest. Aemond caressed her back, untangling her hair with his fingers.

(Y/N) took in a deep breath, narrating Aemond of what had happened and of Aegon's statement. She still felt her heart clinch as she quoted what he had said.

Aemond remained silent throughout the narrative, softly caressing her and placing kisses every once in a while.

"Has he been pressuring you to fall with a child?" Aemond asked after (Y/N) had completed her bit of the story. "Not exactly. But mother and the queen wishes to see me with a child soon, something I feel I am incapable of, now," (Y/N) said, gulping down the lump in her throat.

Aemond frowned, stopping his hands which created soothing circles on her back. His thumb and index finger grabbed her chin, raising it to stare in her eyes.

"Don't think so, my little wolf. You are capable of everything, and I know it," he said. Aemond had thought that the pain of losing her to his brother would fade away but right now, with her so close to him, he realized he was wrong.

Aemond remembered drowning himself in glasses after glasses of wine to ease the pain in his heart, knowing it wasn't him who was bedding her; knowing it wasn't him who married her.

But now, with (Y/N) so close to him, he felt as if everything had faded away, leaving only them. His duties, her honour both long gone as they leaned into a kiss, passionate and hungry.

A dragon and a wolf.

The night was long, spent in passion and quenching each other's hunger for the other. Promises were broken, one made in public while other made in privacy of the same room; one made to a husband, swearing fidelity while the other made to a mother, swearing never to touch what was truly meant to be his.

[corie-is-writing]

↳ ❝ [S Y N P O S I S] ¡! ❞

Y/n L/n, a simple minded reader, is one of the biggest fans of a popular web novel, Twisted wonderland. In their shock after finding out it has ended, they froze in the middle of a busy street and got hit by a truck.

Dizzy and confused, they have awoken in a coffin in the world they adore so much, and must use their knowledge to survive and stop the boys from overblotting.

↳ ❝ [M A S T E R L I S T] ¡! ❞

↳ ❝ [THE CRIMSON TYRANT] ¡! ❞

˗ˏˋ Talks and a request ´ˎ˗

Note: Sorry this took so long, school got in the way, might be the last post until the finals are over.

After the sudden dispute, you and the others took a seat at an empty table– one that some other students definitely did not give up to you after what they have seen.

"Y/n! What a pleasant show you've put on~" The cheery voice of a diamond says, the card duo and Grim practically jump out their skins in surprise as the ginger sits down besides you.

"I didn't mean to do that though..." You mumble, though your words went unheard as Cater slumps and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"That was super cool! How'd you get so strong?" He asked, eyes sparkling and hand already on his phone ready to make a post about what ever secret technique you use.

"Cater, let's not bother them while they're eating." A certain green haired boy says.

You and the others look up to see Trey appear, taking a seat next to Cater.

"Hang on- Who're you?" Ace asks, and Trey gives a sheepish apology.

"I'm Trey Clover, I'm a third hear in Heartslabyul like Cater." He says, "And you're that student who got put into ramsh- I mean, the unused building, correct?" Trey questions, turning his eyes to meet yours.

"Yep, and it's fine you if you say ramshackle." You say, mumbling that last sentence a bit as you take a bite of your food.

"Anyway! Didn't cha trick us into painting the roses for ya!?" Grim shouts, pointing fingers (claws?) at Cater.

The ginger pouts, crossing his arms. "So mean! I had no choice, it's our dorms rule y'know~"

"You were grinning the whole time though.." Deuce deadpans, staring blanky at the diamond.

"Now now, Deucy. Those rules only apply inside our dorm. Outside, I'm a whole 'nother person!"

"Don't call me Deucy!"

You giggled at the interaction between the two, and listened half heartedly as Grim asks about the dorms and the Heartslabyul 3rd years begin to explain.

Soon, they start talking about Diasomnia.

'EEEK! I COMEPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT MY BBG MALLEUS' You brought a hand to your lips as your jaw hung low in shock, lightly slapping your cheeks to which Ace raised a brow at.

"Diasomnia..Ah, look there." Cater points at a group of extinguished students, they seem to be glowing in all their glory– a whole another level and vibe from the rests.

"Diasomnia is filled with exceptionally talented and great, promising magicians. They're prodigies at almost everything." Trey says.

"They have this kind of aura that makes it hard to approach them, even their dorm leader has this mega "don't you dare talk to me" vibe." Cater adds.

Ace peers to the side, taking a glimpse of the group before confusion appears on his face. "Why is there a kid with them?"

At that, you look to see a boy with choppy pink striped hair, wearing clothes to large for him, he had pointy ears that twitched at Ace's question and ruby eyes that looked to the side, eyeing your table.

"The school allows students enter by skip years, but that's that the case here." Trey says, pushing his glasses up. "He's a third year, his name is.."

"Lilia, Lilia Vanrouge."

The sound of his deep voice startled everyone, looking up to see the little bat floating upside down. His hair fell down and his eyes trailed over his little details of everyone's faces before meeting yours.

"H-he just teleported over here!" Grim screeched, panting heavily with a paw over where his heart should be.

"Are you all curious about my age?" Lilia chuckled lightly, placing himself in the right position before blood pools to his head. "My cute appearance might be bursting with youth, but as your friend said, I am not exactly the age one would call a child."

"Bursting with youth..?" Trey mumbled, sweat forming on the side of his face.

"There's no need to simply look on from afar." Lilia says, giving a little grin with welcoming eyes. "Come up and speak any time you wish. We at Diasomnia always welcome everyone with open arms."

As he says this, he steps over to you, placing a firm grip on your shoulders with a gaze that quickens your heart pace.

'Holy fuck he's so coolaksiqksiqa. AAAAAAAAAAAAA'

Ar his words, your table hesitantly turned their gaze to Lilia's words. You calm yourself and follow their steps– meeting eyes with a certain silver haired boy and green haired simp.

"I don't think your friends feel the same way.." Deuce sweats, giving a blank stare.

Lilia chuckles at that. "Apologies for interrupting you in your meal. Until we meet again."

The bat appears back in his seat, settled in and immediately talking with his group as one last gaze is sent to you.

"Our table is almost over 20 meters away from them, yet he still heard us..?" Ace breathed, shuddering slightly.

"W-well, Diasomnia has many peculiar members." Trey says. "Many of their students excel at all kinds of magic. Their dorm leader, Malleus Draconia, is counted among the top five mages in the world."

"For real, though, Malleus is like, the most super of super crazy powerful." Cater adds, before giving a grin to you, "Maybe you're as strong as him, seeing as you sent that troublemaker earlier flying so easily."

You blush, banging your head on the table– Grim almost jumps in his seat and gives you a worrying look as Cater laughs.

"Though on the topic, our dorm leader is his own brand of craziness." The ginger says.

"So true!" Ginger number 2 joins, "All I did was eat a single piece of tart and he collared me. His narrow mindedness is super crazy."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Sure are. Blew right past "strict" and straight into being a tyrant."

Oh, dear, this is quite awkward.

The mood was stiff and you couldn't help but feel as if fear had struck your heart.

Deuce hesitantly points behind Ace, "Dude..behind you."

The ginger follows his leader in confusion, only to be met with the face of the very person he was talking about.

"DORMLEADER?!"

Riddle had a menacing glare, crossing his arms as he stared dwon the boy.

"R-Riddle! You're super crazy cu-"

"Cater, if you run your mouth I'll take it off together with your head."

That shut him up, not without a huff and a pout.

"Ffgna! This is the guy who put that weird collar on me!" Grim says, shaking in his fur as he hides himself behind you.

"And you're the new students who caused all that fuss about a possible expulsion yesterday." The said students– including you, all had your heads down in shame.

"For goodness' sake, the headmaster is far too soft." Riddle sighs, rubbing his temples. "All he has to do is lop off the heads of everyone who doesn't follow the rules."

"He may look innocent, but the words coming out of his mouth sure do suggest otherwise.." Ace mumbled, eyes twitching a bit.

"The headmaster may have forgiven you, but make no mistake, the next time you choose to break the rules, I will mosf certainly not." Riddle declares, chills are sent down to students who weren't even close enough to hear.

"I was prepared to take off your collar if you learned your lesson..but.."

His voice suddenly became muffled to you, your eyes trailed to his hand and pen, the way his body moved fluidly along with his words that asserted complete authority had given you a funny idea.

"Following the Laws of the Queen of Hearts, No. 339, "Tea after a meal should always be lemon with two sugars. I must go buy sugar cubes from the school store, so I'll be on my way." The red head states, leaving.

"Phew, that was a close one.." Cater lets out a heavy sigh.

"That guy is so obnoxious."

"Hey! That's rude!"

As Deuce lightly scolds the beast, whispers begin to grow and eyes follow the dormleader's disappearing figure, you take that as your que and leave the table– arousing concern and confusion.

You walk right up to Riddle, tapping his shoulder. He turns to you with a perplexed expression. "Is something wrong?"

"Can you collar me?"

"Y/N??!!!"

[ageofbarbarians]

Study Nights // S.F.K & D.R.W

AgeOfBarbarians

A/N: this one is dedicated to @sparrowofthedawnsworld I have officially begun the fanfic wars(; I love you the mostest!! This is absolutely FILTHY. Like honest to god this is the filthiest thing I've ever written in my entire life. If there is weird typos i apologize cause i didn’t proof read this... anyway

enjoy(:

Summary: You get ahold of Danny and Sam to help you study for one of your college courses. Danny is absolutely relentless and won't let you finish until you get every question right. Things change when you get fed up and leave his apartment just to come home to yours and relax.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Smut, smut & more smut, Use of Toys, Masturbation, Oral (m&f receiving) Edging, Choking, Over Stimulation, Unprotected Sex, Hair Pulling, Degradation, Squirting, Slapping, Spitting

Word Count: 7.5k

M A S T E R L I S T

“Y/N, you need to study this is the whole reason you came over.” Danny shook his head. You looked up from your phone and shook yours.

“No, I think I’m okay.” You smiled as you showed Sam another TikTok.

“One more TikTok! We’re on a roll right now,” Sam pleaded. You both looked up at him trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes but you knew it wasn’t working. Danny sighed as he came over and grabbed your phone from your hand.

“Hey!” You tried reaching for it to get it back but you knew it was a lost cause.

You had texted Danny earlier in the day for him to help you study for one of the history classes you were taking. You had a final this week and some of the material you just couldn’t get down. Danny didn’t know shit about anything you were taking but he was still there to help you anyway.

“Study. Now. Let’s go.” Danny demanded. You sighed as you grabbed your various notebooks and papers. You set everything out along the table and crossed your arms as you waited for him to sit down.

Once he did, he shifted through some of the notebooks to find something to start with. He began reading questions and you answered them lazily since this little second was stuff you already knew. He praised you every time you get a question right with a simple ‘good job’ or ‘atta girl’. That part was slightly encouraging but you wanted nothing more than for this to be done and over with.

When you had texted Danny you never wanted to study. I mean, you did, and you didn’t. Most of it was just a sorry excuse to get out of the house and the other reason was just wanting to hang out with Danny and Sam. You didn’t need an excuse to do that, but they knew you had been putting off studying for your finals so it was one of the only things that would’ve worked.

Suddenly, hours had gone by and you were sick and tired of this. Everything you were going over seemed to just be on repeat and you just wanted to be able to hang out with the guys. You sighed as Danny asked you yet another question. The ones he had been asking you didn’t know the answers to since it was newer material. There was a slim chance it was going to be on the final but it was better to know it than not.

“Y/N, we’ve gone over this like seven times now.” Danny sighed as he threw your notebook on the table.

“I’m sorry! I’m trying, okay? All of this shit is the same to me.” You ran your hands over your face as you sighed with frustration.

“Can we just take a break?” Sam suggested but Danny shook his head.

You, Sam, and Danny, we’re studying for one of the classes that you had together. Well, more so you and Danny. Sam was there because he was bored and wanted some company. It was odd to you that they were even taking this class because it wasn’t even really a part of their prerequisites.

College wasn’t fun but you needed to do something with your life. They were both majoring in Music but you had one class together and you just seemed to hit it off really well and started spending the majority of your time together.

School had never been your strong suit and you never really wanted to go. You wanted to start working straight out of high school but you knew it wouldn’t get you super far. You had decided to go to college to major in History. It was one of your best subjects when you were in high school as well as one of the most fascinating so you figured you keep going with it.

“No. We aren’t stopping until Y/N gets this right.” Danny shook his head and grabbed his notebook again. You groaned as you laid back on the couch, your head falling into Sam’s lap. His hands gently made their way through your hair and the subtle action alone was enough to make you lose focus.

“Who was the ‘Father of History’ who dealt with the heroic theme of the great clash between the Greeks and Persians?” Danny asked as he read from the paper. You were silent, desperately trying to rack your brain for an answer but you couldn’t think of anything.

“Herodotus?” You asked softly, afraid of your answer being wrong.

“Yes! Okay, okay, good! The first of the great mathematicians whose book on the fundamentals of geometry became a standard text for the next 2,000 years was…” Danny waved his hand signaling for you the finish the question. Again, you were quiet for a minute before locking in your answer.

“Demosthenes?”

“No! Come on we’ve gone over this question so many times!” Danny groaned, throwing the notebook back down once again. You sat before you started putting your notebooks together and gathering all of your papers.

“Obviously I’m not going to get it, Danny! You won’t let me take a break and I don’t even see what the fuck geometry has to do with history! It doesn’t make any goddamn sense!” You threw the last of your stuff into your bag before throwing it over your shoulder. You grabbed your phone from the kitchen counter where Danny had sat it earlier and you started walking towards the door. 

"It's not that hard!" Danny shot back. You stopped and turned to face him.

"Maybe if you weren't being such a fucking prick I'd actually be able to get them right." You spat before you opened the door to walk it

“Y/M, c’mon don’t leave,” Sam said softly. He got up from the couch but before he could get to you, you were gone. You could hear Danny calling after you but you ignored it and went down to your car.

When you got in you tossed your bag into the back seat and threw the keys into the ignition and put it in reverse. Right before you pulled out of your parking spot Danny was at the main door of his apartment complex. You looked at him for a second before backing out and leaving.

Your drive home was quiet. You were too frustrated to put any music on and wanted to just enjoy your time in peace. You were tired of studying for hours on end, especially when you just couldn’t get the answers to some of these questions to stick in your head. You started to calm down during your quiet drive when, unfortunately, the peace didn’t last long when your phone started ringing.

“Fuck!” You screamed in the small enclosed space. You quickly declined the call and moments later you pulled into your apartment complex. You left your bag in the back seat, not even bothering to grab anything from it. You turned off your car and pulled the keys out of the ignition before getting out of the car and making your way upstairs to your door.

Your phone rang again and you pulled it out of your pocket to see it was Sam calling you. You declined his call and went inside. You went straight to the bathroom and started to run water for a bath. You dragged your fingertips through the running water as you waited to find your perfect temperature. Once you had everything set, you let it fill up. You looked into the mirror as you leaned against the counter. You could see the bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep from staying up studying. That was the main downfall of finals week.

You stripped yourself from your clothes and wrapped a towel around your body. You went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of random candles you had sitting out there and a lighter from one of your drawers. You took the candles and sat them around various points in the bathroom before lighting them and turning the lights off. You dropped your towel and stepped into the bath water. You sunk as far as you could, letting the warm sensation wash over your body.

You lied in there for about a half hour as you listened to the flicker of the candles and the occasional pop. You pulled the plug on the drain and stepped out onto the bath mat and picked up your towel, wrapping it around your frame as much as you could. This particular towel was the last one you had since you desperately needed to do laundry. It just barely covered your ass and you couldn’t even get it to close completely over your body. But it didn’t matter as you were just going to change and go to bed anyway.

You blew each of the candles out and walked into the bedroom. You dropped the towel onto the ground and decided to slip out on the clothes for tonight. You crawled onto your bed and sighed as you laid down. You had mainly taken the bath in the first place to train and calm yourself down but it didn’t work. There was only one other thing you knew would work and that was your best friend in your nightstand drawer.

You bit your lip as you debated if you wanted to go that route. You reached into the drawer and grabbed the black vibrator and clicked one of the buttons causing the vibrations to start. You ran it over your chest, over your swollen nipples, down your stomach and you hovered right over your clit, before making your way back up and repeating the process a couple of times. Goosebumps rose over your skin and you let out a soft sigh. You could feel yourself beginning to relax and you knew all it was, was sexual frustration.

It honestly had been a while since you had gotten laid, but you didn’t want causal one-night stands anymore. Most of the time they were boring and they couldn’t give you what you wanted. They only focused on themselves and you had never even came. It wasn’t worth it.

After you repeated the process of dragging the low vibrations over your body you rested the toy along your clit and you let out a quiet moan from the contact. You shifted your hips and bit your lips as you felt waves of heat course through your body. Your free hand toyed with your swollen nipples and you let out another soft moan. You turned the vibrations up a few notches and this time you let out a louder moan. Still quiet, but loud for you being home alone.

You could feel the knot in your stomach growing and you knew it would only take a minute or two before you reached your peak. You moved the vibrator through your folds and your legs began to shake. You were on the brink of tipping over when your bedroom door flew open.

“Y/N you’re being— oh shit,” Danny stopped himself in the doorway as he stared at you with wide eyes. You quickly turned your head to the side and it finally hit you what was going on. Sam and Danny stood in the doorway, stunned before you yelled at both of them.

“What the fuck!?” Danny shut the door behind him. You quickly tuned the toy off and threw it off to the side. You jumped off the bed and wrapped the towel you had used earlier around yourself before rushing out of your room. You caught Sam and Danny right as they were getting ready to leave but you pulled both of them back inside.

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment!? You can’t just show up unannounced like it’s no big deal!” You yelled. Neither of them could make eye contact with you so you snapped in front of their faces to get their attention.

“Hello!? I'm talking to you, both of you!” You rested your hand on your hip and waited for a response from one of them.

“Well we wanted to make sure you were okay,” Sammy started.

“But clearly things were just fine,” Danny smirked and you felt your face get hot.

“That still doesn’t explain anything.” You shook your head trying not to focus on them walking in on you.

“You weren’t answering your phone and you always text us when you get home. You were being a brat and you just stormed out.” Danny ran his hands through his hair and shifted between both of his feet.

“I was busy! And I was not being a brat, you two just wouldn’t give me a fucking break. I can never finish anything around you two!” Your face was becoming hot with anger as you spewed the truth at them.

“But did you finish just then?” Sam asked with a devilish smirk. His question completely threw you off guard as you shook your head.

“W-what?” You stuttered and Danny turned to face Sam.

“You heard him. Did you finish before we came in?” He asked. They both stared at you and their gazes made you feel so small. You didn’t want to verbally answer their question so you just shook your head so softly it was barely even noticeable. Your face was hot again, this time from embarrassment. Danny and Sam looked at each other before Sam whispered into Danny’s ear. They had their own quick, quiet conversation before turning back to you.

“Why don’t we actually finish something since you stormed out earlier, hm?” Danny suggested. You looked at both of them in disbelief but the idea was oddly arousing. You could feel the wetness beginning to pool between your legs as you clenched your thighs together.

“Let us make it up to you,” Sam crossed his arms over his chest and they both observed every inch of your body. You bit your lip before turning around and walking down the hallway. You dropped the towel to expose your body and you stopped to turn and look at the two boys.

“If you’re gonna make it up to me, don’t disappoint me.” You continued to walk towards your bedroom but you were halted as you were spun around and pushed against the wall. Sam’s hand wrapped itself around your throat and your jaw went slack, a quiet moan coming out.

“Oh doll, you have no idea what you’re in for.” Danny cooed as he ran the back of his hand down the side of your face. His lips connected with your collarbone and you let out a soft sigh. Sam stared at your lips before meeting your eyes. You nodded your head as if you knew what he was asking without even saying.

Sam’s lips connected with yours as his grip slightly tightened around your throat. He nipped at your bottom lip and you felt his tongue slip past once he has the opportunity. Your tongue with his and you could help but tangle your hands in his hair. It didn’t last for long as your hands were pulled away and planted about your head.

“No touching unless we say, got it?” Danny commanded. You nodded your head but it wasn’t enough. Sam pulled away from you as he let his hand fall to the side, releasing the grip he had around your throat. Danny stepped in front of you and you avoided his intimidating gaze.

“That’s not enough, darling. We need words.” Sam tapped your cheek and you looked between the both of them.

“Yes, sir.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You were led towards your bedroom and the door was closed behind you as soon as you walked in.

“We’re going to use a system, okay? Green is everything is good, yellow means we need to take a step back, black means we stop entirely, got it?” Sam looked at the both of you and you nodded. This was one of the only times your silence was acceptable.

“Where’s that little toy of yours, hm?” Sam asked as he walked you back towards the bed. When your thighs hit it, you were signaled to get onto it. Danny was sitting on the bed and he patted his lap for you to come to sit with him.

“It’s almost dead.” You pointed towards your pillows where it had landed when you tossed it earlier.

“I guess we’ll just have to use it until it dies, hm?” Danny suggested. Your eyes went wide and from that moment you knew you were in for a ride.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” You looked between the both of them as you crossed your arms over your chest, trying your hardest not to think about what was to come. Sam slipped his shirt over his head and Danny did the same. You focus your eyes on both of them but directed your attention towards Sam as he popped the button of his jeans and you could already see how hard he was through the thick material.

“Come sit, baby. We’ll take care of it.” Danny patted his lap again and you crawled towards him. You sat between his legs as your back rested against his chest. His hand connected with your throat and you let out a deep sigh, more of your arousal pooling at your entrance at the contact. Danny tilted your head back and connected your lips with his, his grip on your throat still firm. Danny passed the vibrator off to Sam as he crawled onto the bed. You hadn’t even realized the subtle switch between the two of them.

It was crazy how much different it was kissing the two of them. Danny’s kisses were much more lust-filled and passionate while Sam’s were hungry and dominant. Danny seemed to be reading your mind as you pulled away from him and he gripped your jaw before turning your attention to Sam.

“Just because I’m gentle with you now doesn’t mean I will be later,” He whispered in your ear. You let out a soft moan from his words and closed your eyes. You could feel a set of hands trail up and down your thighs, only building the anticipation.

“Please do something,” you begged. It only took seconds before you heard the vibrator whirl and it was dragged along your entrance. You could feel yourself throbbing and you just needed more contact. You opened your eyes and looked at Sam below you running the toy through your soaked folds. He paused on your clit and you jerked your hips, causing Danny to hold you in place.

You gripped the duvet since you didn’t really know what else to do with your hands. Sam stared up at you with lust-filled eyes as he watched you get closer to your impending orgasm. Danny’s lips connected with your neck and you couldn’t help but close your eyes again and tilt your head to the side allowing him more access. Danny brought his thumb over your lip but you licked at him before wrapping him around your tongue. You could hear the sigh he let out and you hummed.

You could feel your legs begin to shake as you let out a whimper. You tried to move but Danny was still holding you in place. You looked down at Sam who had a smirk plastered on his face as he slowly moved the head of the vibrator against your clit. The band in your stomach was bound to snap but before it had the chance, the vibrator was pulled away from you.

“No, Sam, please, I-I was so close,” you whined but he just shook his head.

“You’re not getting off that easy, angel.” Danny tisked. You whined and Danny moved from under you. You lied back against the bed as you watch their every move. Danny unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs. The outline of his hard cock made you whine. Danny smirked before he hooked his thumbs on his boxers and pulled them down, letting his cock spring free. You about drooled at the sight of him.

“Does the pretty girl want a taste?” Danny pumped himself slowly a few times as you watched his every move. You nodded your head and he stepped in front of you. 

"Open," Danny commanded. You opened your mouth and he bent down to spit in your mouth before he closed it, waiting for you to swallow.

"Such a filthy girl. Like it when I spit in your mouth, hm?" You nodded as a blush rose across your cheeks. Danny tapped your cheek with two of his fingers and you opened your mouth again. He pressed his tip against you as you wrapped your lips around him. Your tongue swirled around his tip and he sighed. His fingers wrapped in your hair and you went further down his shaft. You bobbed your head up and down slowly as Danny praised you.

“So fucking good, taking my cock so well,” He ran one of his thumbs over the side of your mouth where you began to drool and he smeared it along your cheek. Sam hooked his arms around your legs before licking a bold stripe up your core. You moaned against Danny which caused him to hiss. You tried your hardest to look at Sam but Danny tapped two of his fingers against your cheek.

“Eyes on me, baby,” Danny spook lowly. You turned your attention back towards him and you looked up at him through your lashes. You sunk further down his shaft until you were still when he hit the back of your throat. Danny moved his hips slightly as he held your head in place.

Sam latched his mouth around your clit as he teased your entrance with two of his fingers. You whimpered which cause Danny to buck his hips a little harder, making you gag. Your eyes welled with tears and you took deep, heavy breaths through your nose.

Sam slowly entered two of his fingers and he curled them inside of you, hitting a spot nobody else ever had. You bucked your hips but Sam’s free arm came and pinned you in place. Your eyes screwed shut and you had to place one of your hands against Danny’s abdomen. You could feel the way his breaths were uneven and how warm he was. You could feel the knot in your stomach returning and it was only a matter of time before you unraveled around Sam’s fingers.

“Being so good just for us. You like being our little whore?” Sam asked. You moaned again and Danny pulled himself out of your mouth. You took in a deep breath and gasped.

“Fuck, yes. Fucking use me,” Your words were breathy as your back arched.

“You’re close aren’t you, baby? I can feel you clenching around my fingers,” Sam sighed and you nodded your head. His thumb connected with your clot for a few moments before he pulled his fingers out of you.

“Sammy no, please,” you whined. He smiled as he moved from the bed.

“Patience baby girl, we have all night,” Danny cooed. Danny went to the end of the bed next to Sam and slipped two of his fingers into his mouth as he looked you dead in the eyes. You watched his every move and you whined at the sight.

Danny slowly slipped his long, calloused fingers into your entrance and your mouth opened but no sound came out. Sam grabbed the vibrator again. Danny started with a brutally slow pace before he sped up his movements. Sam turned the vibrator up a few more notches and he slowly pressed it against your aching bundle of nerves. You let out a loud moan from being so sensitive. You so desperately wanted to look at the boys below you but you just couldn’t. Your eyes were screwed shut and your back was arched. You could feel your legs begin to shake.

“Do you wanna cum all over Danny’s fingers, hm? Do you think you deserve it?” Sam question. You nodded your head furiously.

“Please, please let me cum,” Your words were breathy and you were seconds away from spilling over the edge.

“Hmm, I don’t thank that’s good enough, what do you think Danny? Should we let our pretty girl cum?” Sam turned to him and Danny shook his head.

Our pretty girl.

“No, I don’t think she begged enough.” Danny shook his head and Sam removed the vibrator from your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, please. You guys please let me cum, I need to so bad.” You whined as tears brimmed your eyes. The edging was the worst part but you knew it would be worth it in the end. Right now though? It was torturous.

“You can do better than that,” Sam shook his head as he place the vibrator on your clit for a split second before removing it. Danny never stopped his pace, he just curved his fingers up further and that alone could’ve made you come undone.

“Let me cum, please, I want to make a mess all over Danny’s fingers. I’ll be so good, so so good. Please, please please,” You whined hoping it would be enough.

Thankfully, it was as Sam put the vibrator against your clit again. You let out a pornographic moan and quickly covered your mouth with your arm. You bit down at the skin, almost hard enough to make yourself bleed.

“Let us hear those pretty noises, Y/N, don’t hold back now,” Danny encourages. Sam moved your arm and you looked at the two boys below you for a split second before tilting your head back.

“Fuck, I’m so close, I’m gonna-” you were gasping for air as your impending orgasm began to wash over you. Your eyes screwed shut and your jaw went completely slack. Danny’s fingers sped up as he helped ride out your high.

“Fuck,” Sam hissed as he watched you come undone. Finally, a moan slid past your lips as you felt your legs shake. Sam and Danny both held your hips in place. Danny slowed his movements before he slid his fingers out of you. He brought them to his lips and sucked all of your juices off with a moan.

Sam on the other hand never once moved the vibrator from your clit. You tried your hardest to move from him but they both held you in place. You could feel your second orgasm quickly approaching and you began to whine.

“Shit, Sammy,” you looked down at him as he watched the way your body rise and fell from your heavy breathing. You could feel the fire in the pit of your stomach building rapidly and you were seconds away from letting go.

“Let go for me baby, give us another,” Sam groaned. All you needed was his word before you let your second orgasm rip through you. You could feel yourself convulsing under the vibrations, but Sam never moved the vibrator. You looked at him and shook your head.

“Sam, please, I-I can’t,” you whimpered from the overstimulation and tried your hardest to move one more. Danny put more pressure on your hips with his free and Sam switched the vibrator with him. Sam repeated what Danny did earlier before. Sam inserted his pointer and ringer finger, the gap in between stretching you out. You tried your hardest to push Danny’s hand away but he grabbed it.

“One more for us, baby, please,” Danny pushed you against you harder and you could feel the vibrations slowly getting weaker. You thanked the gods that it was beginning to die but a part of you didn’t want it to end, no matter how sensitive you were.

“Fuck me,” you gasped as Sam slammed his fingers into you. Your third orgasm was teetering on the edge. You let out another moan and you turned your head towards the mattress to muffle yourself.

“Yeah? Is that what our little whore wants? Need us to fuck that pretty cunt?” Sam teased. You nodded your head vigorously. His filthy words were on the brink of spilling you over.

“Don’t cum yet, not yet,” Sam warned. You grabbed your breasts as something to keep your mind off cumming. Your breathing was heavy, beads of sweat lined themselves along your forehead and your legs shook violently.

“Sammy, Danny, please,” your whine was a borderline squeal as you tried so hard not to cum until they said so.

“Y/N, wait, not yet,” Danny shook his head but you couldn’t hold it any longer. A loud moan ripped through your chest as you came around Sam’s fingers. This one was more powerful than the last two and your hips felt tight. The vibrator died seconds later but Danny replaced the tog with his mouth and you bucked your hips from the sensitivity. Sam watched your already fucked out face as his jaw was slack. Danny bummed at the taste of you and your toes curled. Your legs continued to shake but the two boys continued their attack. They finally slowed their movements and Danny pulled away from your core, your juices glistening over his chin. Sam pulled his fingers from you and you whined at the loss of contact.

“You needy girl. You were just begging for us to stop and now your whining?" Sam raised a brow at you but you couldn't say anything. You lied there trying to catch your breath and compose yourself since you knew the night wasn't over. 

"On your knees, doll," Sam pointed directly in front of him and you obliged. You sunk to your knees below him and sat your hands on your tights. 

"Danny, hold her hair back, yeah?" Sam asked and Danny nodded his head. Danny sat directly behind you and pulled your hair away from your face. Sam unzipped his zipper antagonizingly slow and slid his jeans down his slender legs. You reached for his boxers as soon as he kicked his jeans to the side. You palmed him through his dark blue boxers. There was a darker spot that was almost black from where the precum leaked from his tip and the sigh made you drip all over again.

"Look at her, practically drooling," Danny shook his head before his lips connected with your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment as you continued to palm Sam through his boxers.

"Open for me, pretty girl," Sam dragged his hand along the side of your face and you looked up at him through your lashes. You so desperately wanted to take him in your mouth but you also wanted to see what he would do if you disobeyed.

"Do I need to repeat myself or are you going to start acting like a brat?" Sam raised a brow and you shrugged. Danny pulled your hair and your mouth opened slightly.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, princess." He whispered in your ear before dragging his hand down your body. You continued to stare at Sam and he shook his head.

"Fine, we'll play that game," Sam laughed before his hand connected with your cheek ever so slightly. It was hard enough to leave a sting but not enough to cause you any physical pain. You watched his demeanor change for a moment as he searched your eyes for any sort of discomfort. When you looked at him with a wicked grin he about came undone right then and there.

"So fucking filthy. One more time, I said open," Sam grabbed your jaw and you did as you were told. You grabbed the base of him with one hand while you rested the other against his thigh. You swirled your tongue around his tip, tasting the beads of precum that leaked from him. You continued to look at him through your lashes as you sunk lower onto him. His mouth was open slightly and he ran his fingers through his hair.

Danny moved from next to you and lied on the floor behind you. He grabbed your hips and sat you on top of his face, his nose brushing against your sensitive clit making you jump slightly. He held your hips in place while his tongue attacked your entrance. You groaned as you tried your hardest to focus on Sam. You bobbed your head up and down against his shaft and he let out soft sighs. You took him all the way down the back of your throat and held him there until you gagged and you came up for air. You gasped as you tried to catch your breath, but soon continued your assault on him. Sam grabbed your hair and turned it into a makeshift ponytail. He held you in place while he bucked his hips into your mouth. You gagged around him as tears slid down your face. 

"You look so gorgeous while I fuck your face," Sam groaned and you moaned against him. You ground your hips against Danny's face and his nose repeatedly brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Danny groaned which sent vibrations through your core. Lewd sounds of you gagging, Sam's moans and Danny's attack on your dripped core filled the room. The whole thing was pornographic but fuck, it was one of the best things you had ever done.

Sam pulled out of your mouth and you took in a deep breath. He took his cock in his hand as he watched your ride Danny's face. You watched him below you and your eyes met with his. His tongue was working absolute magic against you and you could feel the knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Sam walked away as he adjusted himself on the bed.

"Want to, fuck, want to ride you," You whined as you looked back at Sam. He pumped himself for a minute as you watched him before nodding his head. Danny tapped your leg to let you know it was okay to get up so. You stood up with shakey legs and crawled up to Sam. You wrapped your lips around him once more before lining your entrance up with his. Sam held the base of his shaft before slowly setting you down on him. Your mouth fell open as you felt the burn of him stretching you out.

"Fuck," You whined and he rubbed your thighs for a minute as you adjusted to his size.

"Okay?" He asked softly and you nodded your head.

"Fuck me, Kiszka," You slowly ground your hips against him before he sent a sharp thrust up into you. A loud moan flew past your lips that you were sure your neighbors would've heard. Sam held onto your hips as he brought you down to meet his thrusts. Your breasts bounced with each thrust he sent up into you. Another loud moan slipped past your lips and Danny came up behind you to place his hand over your mouth to silence you. Sam's free hand came up and wrapped itself around your throat and he squeezed the sides, restricting your airflow. You looked down and he smiled at your fucked-out state.

"Shh, pretty girl, can't let the neighbors hear." Danny nipped on your ear lobe as his hand traveled down your body. You brought your hand behind you and lazily searched for his cock. Once you found him you pumped him in your hand. Danny grabbed your jaw and connected his lips with yours to silence your moans. You whined and whimpered as Sam continued to fuck up into you. Danny's hand snaked down to rub your clit and you bucked your hips from still being so sensitive.

"Shit, Y/N," Sam moaned. You could feel yourself tightening around him and you knew your orgasm was fast approaching.

"If you don't stop squeezing around me I'm going to cum in that pretty little cunt of yours." Sam groaned and you moaned at his words. You pulled away from Danny and placed your free hand against Sam's chest and bounced on his cock. His eyes were heavy as he watched you bounce on him so effortlessly. He let go of your throat and you took a breath.

"What's stopping you?" You asked breathlessly. You purposely squeezed yourself around him and Sam hissed.

"Filthy fucking slut. Is that what you want? Want me to fill up that gorgeous pussy?" Sam bucked his hips up into you again and he hit an entirely different angle causing you to let out a groan that sounded almost animalistic.

"Fill me up, Sammy, please," You whined and he laughed at how filthy you were. He lifted your hips and he pulled out of you and you whined at the absent feeling of him.

"Did you think you were getting what you wanted that easily, baby? After being a brat earlier? I don't think so," Sam moved to the edge of the bed and pumped himself again. You watched as Sam focused on Danny for a second before he nodded his head.

"Hands and knees, angel," Danny placed his hand on your lower back and you followed his request. You could feel his tip sliding through your folds and you pushed back against him to feel some more contact, but he moved away from you.

"Awe, don't start with me too now." Danny hummed with disapproval and you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him. You arched your back and swayed your hips to taunt him. Before you could say anything, Sam grabbed your chin and turned you to face him. His tip was a raging pink and you knew he was getting close to his high.

"Open," Sam commanded. You opened your mouth and you stuck your tongue out in the process. He tapped his cock against your tongue and you couldn't help but smile up at him. He slid into your mouth and you wrapped your swollen lips around him. He moved his hips slightly and you moaned against him. You could feel Danny lining himself up at your entrance before he slid into. You gasped and gripped Sam's hip with one of your hands, trying to keep yourself somewhat stable with your other arm. Danny started with a slow, steady rhythm before snapping his hips into you. 

Your nails dug into Sam's side and he moaned as you clawed at his skin. He grabbed some hair at the nape of your neck and fucked himself into your mouth. You moaned loudly from Danny fucking into you at his brutal pace. He sent a sharp smack to your ass and you wince from the pain that was soon mixed with pleasure.

"Look at you, all fucked out, taking both of us so well. Is this why you had such an attitude? You just needed somebody to fuck it out of you?" Danny groaned and you swore your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"What do you think Danny, think she needs the vibrator again?" Sam asked breathlessly. 

"I think so. I wanna see her make a mess all over my cock." Danny smirked as he moaned at you squeezing around him.

"Thought it was dead, didn't you? We plugged it in when you weren’t paying attention." Sam laughed dryly and you whined and took in a deep breath through your nose. You suddenly felt the vibrations of your vibrator against your clit and your legs almost gave out from under you if it weren't for Danny supporting your waist with his free arm.

Danny snapped his hips into you even harder if that was even possible and kept a firm grip against you. His fingers dug into your side and you knew he was bound to leave bruises. You whined uncontrollably as you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching. You could tell Sam was close too from the way his thrusts became sloppy. The room was filled with heavy breathing, skin against skin, and the filthiest of moans and whimpers. 

"Fuck, Y/N I'm gonna cum," Sam whined. You wanted to tell him you were too but there was nowhere you were getting away from his hold. 

"Look at me," Sam smacked your cheek again and you looked up at him with hooded eyes. You were trying your hardest to keep your eyes on him but they kept dropping. You felt another smack on your cheek and you looked at Sam once again. You could feel the knot in your stomach beginning to unravel, but it was stronger than any feeling you had felt before.

"Cum for me you fucking whore," Danny grunted and that was all you nodded before you tipped over the edge. You groaned loudly at how overwhelming the feeling was and soon realized you were dripping all over Danny's cock as well as your legs. 

"Fuck, Y/N," Sam moaned loudly as he stilled inside of you, his tip reaching the back of your throat as you felt the warm, salty liquid flow down the back of your throat. You swallowed every last little bit of him and his grip on your hair loosened and you pulled back against him before swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. Sam hissed as he pulled away from you. Your head fell against the mattress and your back arched up further. Your legs shook as you felt your clit throb against the vibrator.

Danny pulled out of you before replacing his fingers and curving them. Your eyes screwed shut and you grabbed the comforter. You could feel yourself being stretched out more than before and you groaned as you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth. 

"Cum for us one more time, angle, just like last time. You're doing so fucking good," Sam praised. You nodded your head as much as you could from your fucked out state. You could feel yourself beginning to slip but you just didn't have the energy to hold yourself up anymore. Sam and Danny hit that spot inside of you repeatedly and with the vibrations, you came undone around both of them. You felt two tongues come in contact with your core and you moaned so loud it could've put a pornstar to shame. You felt more of the wetness drip down your legs and you could feel yourself ready to collapse at any second.

"Open for me baby, one more time," Danny requested. You opened your eyes and opened your mouth for him. He quickly fucked your face, hitting the back of your throat multiple times before stilling and cumming down the back of your throat. Sam continued to lap at your sensitive core as he rubbed fast circles against your clit. Danny pulled himself out of your mouth and you whimpered as tears slid down your face from the overstimulation.

"Sammy, I can't," You tried to move from his touch but he held you in place.

"One more, one more good one for us, sweet girl, and I promise that's it," He sighed. You moaned into the mattress, but even that couldn't suppress your pornographic sounds. Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you came one last time around Sam's finger. Even with your blacked-out vision, you started seeing stars. You became light-headed and you felt your body collapse against the bed.

"Holy fuck," Danny whispered as he let out a breath. You felt the loss of contact as Sam slowly slid his fingers out of you. You shuddered and you took in a deep breath trying your hardest to regain your composure. You heard your bedroom door open and footsteps leave the room. A moment passed and you heard the door close again. You felt a warm rag against your core and you shifted your hip as you whimpered. 

The bed dipped next to you and you felt the blankets being moved. A set of arms wrapped themselves around your waist and adjusted you on the bed. You could barely open your eyes.

"How are you feeling, pretty girl?" Sam asked softly. You hummed and adjusted your head against his chest. The other side of the bed dipped next to you and Danny started rubbing slow, mindless patterns against your back.

"I don't know what planet I'm on right now." You mumbled as your eyes closed. Sam and Danny both laughed. A hand started rubbing the back of your head and you let out a sigh of comfort.

"I think we should make our little study nights a thing more often." You could hear the smile in Danny's voice as you smiled against Sam's chest.

"We would fail every single one of our classes," Your voice was hoarse and you felt Sam's chest vibrate with a small laugh. It was silent for a while as the three of you laid there in silence. You could feel the ache in your core and you knew tomorrow your legs and hips would be beyond sore. 

Sam's breathing was shallow and you knew he was already fast asleep. You could feel your breathing get shallower as well, but before you fully fell asleep you heard Danny speak up from next to you.

"Y/N?" He said softly as he kissed the top of your head and you hummed. His arm wrapped around your waist and you could feel him press against your back.

"The answer was Euclid."

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Can’t Help Falling In Love Chapter 9: Mazal Tov

Synopsis: 1,839 days after they first met, Y/N and Wanda finally say “I do”

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Y/N

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Y/N, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Laura Barton

Warnings: E M O T I O N S

Word Count: 2K

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“How ya feeling kid?” Tony asked as he slapped Y/N on the back.

“What?” Tony had just snapped him out of a daydream.  “Yeah I’m good.”

“Gotcha,” Tony smirked, shaking his head.  “Just relax there Popeye, your wedding day is supposed to be a happy one.”

Tony and Y/N had made their way to the barn.  Clint and Laura had offered their place up as a wedding location and had enlisted the other Avengers to help clean it up.  Laura was a taskmaster, or so Tony said, but the place looked incredible.  Benches were placed to create an aisle that ran the length of the small barn.  Paper lanterns hung from the rafters and fairy lights were tacked up around the wooden frame.  At the end of the aisle stood a canopy, or chuppah.  While neither Y/N or Wanda were particularly religious, Wanda had insisted on incorporating some traditional Jewish elements into the ceremony as a tribute to her heritage.  So it was decided they would be married under a chuppah and Y/N would break the glass at the end of the ceremony.  Afterwards the benches would be pushed aside to make room for circular tables dressed in white tablecloths.

Tony and Y/N were waiting in Clint’s workshop.  Wanda, Natasha, and Pietro were waiting in the Barton house.  Guests had already started trickling in.  The list wasn’t long.  It was mostly members of the Avengers and their families along with familiar faces like Nick Fury and Maria Hill.  Neither one of them had families to invite and Y/N had long lost contact with his Naval compatriots.  But small was okay for them.

Y/N was anxiously pacing around the small room.  He couldn’t kick the butterflies.

Breathe, Hemingway.  Just relax, he heard Wanda remind him.

Thanks, Wanda, he thought, a slight smile spreading across his lips.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted him.  It was Laura.  “Are you guys ready to go?” she asked.  She opened the door and poked her head in.

“Ready to go if you are.” Tony snapped off a sharp salute.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Laura turned to look at him.

“Yeah, let’s do this.”  He exhaled loudly and clapped his hands, rubbing them together.

“Great!” exclaimed Laura.  “I’ll go let the others know and make sure everyone gets seated.”

“Great.  Thanks, Laura,” Y/N said.  His hands were sweaty and clammy, much like the way they were the day he proposed to Wanda.  He wiped them on the front of his pants before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You all ready?” Tony asked.

“I think so.” He turned around to face the older man.

“I just want to say it’s an honor to do this today.  And I wish both you and Maximoff the best.” He stuck his hand out to Y/N.

Y/N looked at his hand and then back up at Tony.  It was an uncharacteristically kind and genuine gesture on Tony’s part.

“Thanks, Tony.  I really appreciate it.” He grasped Tony’s hand and shook it firmly.

Tony leaned in close and whispered in Y/N’s ear.  “Last chance for that booze.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Y/N laughed.

“Good because I don’t have much left,” Tony replied.

There was another knock on the door that interrupted their conversation.

“We are all set!” Laura said excitedly.

“Righty-o, let’s get this show on the road!” Tony clapped Y/N on the back before he headed out the door, picking up the blue folder that held his sermon as he did so.

Y/N sighed, tugged on his bowtie, and calmly marched to the door.  Laura placed a hand on his shoulder as he walked by.  She didn’t say anything.  She didn’t need to.  The comforting gesture told Y/N all he needed to know: relax, breathe, it’s going to be fine.  He smiled as he walked out of the small workshop.  He turned right and saw a room of smiling faces.  He locked eyes with Steve, who nodded at him.  Y/N nodded back.  He looked over at Tony, who was standing under the chuppah.  As he started to make his way to the blue and white canopy he noticed that with each step his nervous energy transformed into excitement.  This was actually happening.  It was actually happening.  He was mere moments away from actually being married.  As he took his spot next to Tony, who shot him a wink, a pregnant pause fell over the room.

After what was most likely a few seconds but felt like an hour, the music began to play, the guests stood and turned, and Wanda and Pietro appeared in the doorway.  Any sense of nervousness completely dissipated as soon as Y/N saw Wanda walking down the aisle.  She was stunning, an absolute vision in white.  Her arm was linked with Pietro’s while she held a bouquet of sunflowers with her free hand.

Like the moment he first saw Wanda in her dress, Y/N felt himself overcome with emotion.  He looked up at the ceiling, blinking hard to break up the tears forming in his eyes.  Crying in front of Wanda was one thing.  Crying in front of everyone else?  That was completely different.  He exhaled loudly hoping that it would dislodge the lump forming in his throat.

If you start crying, I’ll start and then there’s no way we’ll make it through this, he heard Wanda think.

Y/N smiled as he locked eyes with her.  Now that’d be a sight, wouldn’t it?  He saw the corners of her lips curl upward in a faint smile.

When Wanda and Pietro reached Tony and Y/N at the chuppah, Pietro embraced Wanda in a tame bear hug.  He whispered something in her ear before he placed a kiss on her cheek.  Y/N couldn’t hear what he said but the brief smile the twins shared before Pietro left to sit down told him everything he needed to know.  Natasha had made her way up to the chuppah while the attention was on Wanda and Pietro.  She took the bouquet from Wanda as Wanda reached out to grab Y/N’s hands.  And there they stood, hand-in-hand under the chuppah for all the world to see.

Tony cleared his throat and opened his folder.  “Please be seated,” he read.  “Friends, family, and loved ones, we come together today in sight of you as witnesses to join Y/N and Wanda in marriage.  We gather around them now in this wonderful place, and we look on with love and hope as these two begin their new life together as one.”

Tony continued on with his speech but Y/N and Wanda didn’t hear too much of it.

My hands are sweaty, aren’t they? he thought as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

Just a little, she responded.  But I don’t mind.

I have no idea what he’s saying right now.

I don’t think he does either.

I mean he downloaded the whole thing off the internet just the other night…

Seriously?

Yeah.

We should’ve had Thor…

The two shared a giggle between themselves as Tony continued on.

“Y/N,” Tony’s voice snapped both of them back to reality.  “Do you take Wanda to be your wife?  To love and to cherish, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for the rest of your days?” 

He looked at Tony as he spoke, not letting go of Wanda’s hands.  As Tony finished speaking he looked back at Wanda and smiled.

“I do.”

“And Wanda, do you take Y/N to be your husband?  To love and to cherish, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for the rest of your days?”

Wanda smiled as she looked at Y/N and squeezed his hands.

“I do.”

“Great!” That drew a laugh from the crowd.  “Now the rings…hold on, I’ve got them.” Tony started feeling around his pockets for the rings.  Y/N shot his eyes back and forth from Wanda to Tony, praying that he did indeed have the rings.  “Ah, gotcha,” he exclaimed as he pulled the rings out of his back pocket.  Y/N felt Wanda’s unusually tight grip loosen.

“Y/N, please repeat after me,” Tony said as he handed him Wanda’s ring.  “Wanda, I promise to love you and commit to you my whole life.”

“Wanda, I promise to love you and commit to you my whole life.”  He carefully slid the band onto her finger.

“I promise to be there for you when you need me, to be honest with you, to be faithful to you and you alone.”

“I promise to be there for you when you need me, to be honest with you, to be faithful to you and you alone.”

And to walk through the valleys of life together, just as we will stand atop mountains together, too.”

And to walk through the valleys of life together, just as we will stand atop mountains together, too.”

“Wanda,” Tony said as he handed her Y/N’s ring.  “Please repeat after me.”

Y/N could almost hear what she was saying.  He watched as she slid the golden band onto his finger.  The cool metal felt strange on his finger.  He never wore rings.  But he immediately liked the way it sat on his finger.

And to walk through the valleys of life together, just as we will stand atop mountains together, too.” Y/N looked up just as Wanda was finishing her vows.

“Romanoff, you got the glass?” Tony asked as he looked over at Natasha sitting in the front row.  She got up from her seat, bringing a tinfoil-wrapped wine glass with her.  She reached out to hand it to Tony.  “Thank you,” he said as he grabbed it from her.  He knelt down to place it on the ground between the couple.  “Now as I understand it’s customary in the Jewish tradition for the groom to break a glass at the end of the ceremony and for us to say ‘Mazal Tov’ to wish them good luck.  So Y/N whenever you’re ready…”

Y/N shot Wanda a smirk as he raised his leg and stomped on the glass with the heel of his shoe.  As the glass shattered, shouts of ‘Mazal Tov’ and cheers came from the joyous onlookers.  Wanda was laughing and absolutely glowing.  Tony had thrown his folder over his shoulder.

“By the power vested in me by the state of New York, Stark Industries, and the internet, I now pronounce you husband and wife!  You may kiss the bride!”

Y/N grabbed Wanda’s face and leaned in to kiss her.  He felt her smile against his lips as they pressed together.  As they broke apart he looked down at her.  She was beaming.  So was he.

“Ladies and gents, it brings me so much joy to present to you for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Y/N L/N!” Tony mimicked an old school radio announcer as he introduced the newly-weds for the first time.

Wanda linked her arm in Y/N’s as Natasha ran up to give her her bouquet.  As the two recessed down the aisle shouts of ‘Congratulations!’ and ‘Mazal Tov!’ erupted from the Avengers.  Steve clapped Y/N on the back as they walked by.  Someone else threw rice.  The couple laughed as they brushed rice off themselves.  As they exited the barn, Y/N still brushing rice out of his hair, they turned to go behind the side of the barn.

“Wow.  Okay, that just happened,” Y/N laughed.  He felt like he’d just run a marathon.

“Yeah it did,” Wanda replied slightly out of breath.  They leaned against the barn in silence, both of them processing the enormity of what had just happened.

“So what now?” Y/N asked his wife.

“I think someone will come get us?  Once they’re done setting the tables up.  But I don’t know…I don’t think Laura ever told me,” she told her husband.

“I’ll go find her and ask.” He pushed himself away from the side of the barn, but tendrils of red magic pushed him back.

“Stay,” Wanda pleaded. “Please.  Stay with me right now.  I don’t want to lose this feeling.”

He reached out and grabbed her hand.  They leaned against the barn in silence, fingers entwined, wedding bands lightly touching, as they enjoyed the first of many moments together as husband and wife.

[pixelmensupremacy]

Hey Hey!! Hope exams were fun! (JK I know they're not fun)

I have an idea for Leon Kennedy Fluffy Smut, for the festive times! If you're down to write it!

You and Leon kissing you under the mistletoe but ends up fucking you under it instead as a Christmas present .

(You can discard this message if you don't want to do this💕) -Vi

A/N: I hoped to post this sooner, but oh well... Either way it was such a pleasure writing this and I hope you enjoy this, Vi!

Summary: The request

Word count: 1.2k

WARNINGS: fem!reader, oral, 18+

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It was that time of the year again. Snowflakes slowly fell down the night sky akin to an elegant dance of ballet. From the comfort of his home, Leon absentmindedly observed the snow with a warm cup of hot chocolate in hand simply taking in the serene atmosphere of the Christmas mood that had settled in the air.

“Leon.” (Y/N) called out to him, anchoring his attention to where she stood under the mistletoe. Getting what she was hinting at, he approached her with a gentle smile; immediately his hands found their place on her waist, though much to his surprise she slapped his them away.

“Getting a little handsy now, huh Kennedy?” She gave him a cheeky smile. “I have something for you.” She swung back and forth on her tippy toes in excitement.

“Oh really?” Leon raised his brow.

“Ta daa!” In her hands, she held a small box, covered in Christmas themed wrapping paper and neatly tied green ribbon.

“Merry Christmas, dear.” She handed the gift to him and only then did he realize that he had forgotten to get her a present. Guilt washed over his features.

“Thank you, sweetheart, but I didn’t get you anything.” He awkwardly scratched his neck.

“Having you here is the best present I could receive and quite frankly the only present I want.” She rested her hands on his shoulders, bringing him closer to her. ”As once a wise woman said ‘All I want for Christmas is you’.”

“Don’t bring Mariah Carey into this.” The two giggled.

“Now open your gift.” She urged him on, unable to hold back her enthusiasm.

Doing as he was told, Leon opened the package; the blues of his eyes glimmered in childish excitement at the sight of a butterfly knife, packed atop of a deep crimson satin ribbons. Taking a hold of the blade, he appreciated the material of the handle as well as the details carved on it- there were letters. (Y/N)'s initials. The blade itself shone bright, reflecting the multiple light sources in a rainbow of colors that made the appearance of the knife ever so magical. Leon was smitten.

“Thought it was going to make a nice addition to your collection. Plus, it will remind you of me.”

“(Y/N)… I don’t know what to say.”

“A thank you is a start.” Leon chuckled and carefully placed the gift on the nearby coffee table, then his hands found their place on her waist once more.

“Let me show just how grateful I am.” A cryptic smirk appeared on his face, giving (Y/N) an idea of what was to come.

Within seconds, Leon swept her off her feet only to place her on the fluffy carpet beneath the Christmas tree.

“Really? Under the Christmas tree?” She raised her brown at him in puzzlement.

“It wouldn’t be a proper Christmas present if it’s not gifted under the tree.” He said as he began peeling every piece of clothing she had much like he did to his present just mere minutes ago. Heavy sighs escaped past her parted lips, heat rushed through her veins and skin; the (E/C) of her eyes disappeared behind the voids that were her dilated pupils that observed Leon’s every move. Leon stared back at her as he lowered himself between her legs. Affectionately, he massaged the skin of her thighs, starting from her knees and slowly making his way to her inner thighs. With his lips, he traced a path across her lower belly, showering every inch of her warm skin with all of his love and affection; soon enough he reached her labia, where he kissed and sucked on her lips all the while he toyed at her entrance with his fingers. Pushing just the tips of his fingers inside her core, he twirled his tongue at her clit, causing a moan to roll down her lips.

Pleased with how responsive she was to his touch, he hummed against her bundle of nerves, which in return forced another louder moan to escape her mouth. Undoubtedly, her arousal grew; beads of sweat covered her heated skin, her breathing grew erratic and her core dripped with juices that generously covered Leon’s fingers. He hasn’t even begun moving. Closing his lips around her clit, he sucked all the while his fingers slid within her folds with ease. Simultaneously, he worked with both his fingers and mouth until he felt she was getting close to climaxing; her back arched, her whines got louder and more frequent.

“Are you getting close, sweetheart?” His voice came out muffled due his face still buried between her legs.

“Yes.” (Y/N) whined in response as his fingers brushed her most sensitive spot.

“Let me hear just how close you are.” He urged, whilst he purposefully hit the spot that had her seeing stars. She moaned his name.

“Please, Leon. I need you.” Her body trembled in anticipation as her peak was dangerously close.

“Good.” He whispered lowly in her ear, causing bumps to form on her skin and a loud groan to roll down her lips as she felt electric waves wash over her entire form.

“Will you be able to last another round?” She couldn’t even catch her breath, but she nodded eagerly.

Leon took his time undressing himself all the while his icy blues cherished the look of her- beads of sweat, covering her body, glistered underneath the dancing Christmas tree lights, her eyes sparkled with lust and need; she was sight for sore eyes and Leon couldn’t get enough of her. Carefully, as if she was made of porcelain, he prompted his hard dick with her dripping entrance. (Y/N)’s eyes rolled to the back of her head once she felt his cock filling her up to the brim, her walls fluttered as they were still sensitive from her previous climax; her hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangled in his dirty blond hair.

Above her, Leon panted; he settled to pace both he and (Y/N) found pleasurable, which he was sure of by how her body responded to his thrusts. Her walls twitched and clenched around him, causing him to whimper in delight. Soon he got lost in the moment; her moaning his name combined with the sound of his skin slapping hers composed a melody that tingled his ears in the most delightful way. Her nails dug into his scalp, which lead to a whimper that escaped past his plump lips. Repeatedly, his name rolled down her lips as she was about to orgasm for the second time. He was close too and the sight of her alone was enough to get him on the edge.

“I’m about to-“ She whined.

“Me too, baby. Me too” He reassured, placing a few sloppy kissed on her neck. Soon his thrusts grew erratic and (Y/N)’s moans louder until they finally reached their high in unison; their fingers knitted together in a tight grip as Leon kept going, riding out their orgasms. Crashing down next to her, Leon gazed at her, taking in her otherworldly beauty that he couldn’t get enough of.

“I gotta say that was exceptionally good for a last-minute present.” She joked once she caught her breath.

“Then you better get ready for your next one, because I’m done yet.” He winked at her.

[nerdysleepybunny]

If you write for Don (The Promised Neverland), can you write hcs for him trying to confess to a confident, yet still kinda dense Reader? (And maybe once they get together, hcs for first kisses where Reader’s the one kissing him?)

YOU SENT THIS LITERALLY SO LONG AGO I’M SORRY. I currently have like no motivation for writing but I’ll try anyways, though my fics will likely be shorter than usual cuz brain dead. 🥲 Anywho thanks for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Don (ft. Gilda)

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Possibly ooc? I haven’t watched TPN in a hot minute so this might not be the best. 😭

Style: Long hcs

Summary: Don confessing and having a first kiss with a confident but slightly dense reader!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Mans is such a simp LMAO.

He’s just constantly watching you from afar, gazing and silently praising everything you do. You’re basically perfection in his eyes.

Everyone notices his stares except you.

He’s constantly talking to Gilda about you. You’re all that’s on his mind!

He watches you a lot whilst you hang out with your friends, imagining that you’re talking to him instead. They’ll notice him with heart eyes some ways away behind you, and tell you to turn around to look. But once you look, he’s gone. Hiding behind a corner breathing heavily with a bright red face. Poor baby. 😭

You always just assume that your friends are messing with you, no matter how much they swear up and down that you have a secret admirer. Though it isn’t very secret… Unless you count yourself.

When something happens that leads to you both needing to communicate, he’s a stuttering mess. The ENTIRE time. Doesn’t matter how long you two have been talking for. Boy is awkwarddddd.

I see him as the type to try and impress you from afar. He’ll be some ways away, waving to get your attention. Once your eyes are on him, he’ll do some cool trick, but of course mess it up. No matter what he was doing, he’ll end up on the floor. But you always laugh at his failed attempts, so he sees it as a win anyway! Gilda definitely slaps the poor boy. 😭

Speaking of Gilda, she’ll try time and time again to give Don relationship advice, but he always manages to mess it up in the silliest most unpredictable ways. He’ll laugh about it with you in the moment, but once you’re gone, mans is throwing a TANTRUM.

Does the whole “stupid stupid stupid!” chant in front of a mirror, even slapping himself a few times. Gilda definitely caught him and decided enough was enough.

You were fairly easy to talk to, so despite being shy herself, she walked up to you and asked you to meet her after dinner. You of course agreed, and the two of you even had some small talk! Gilda is a sweetheart. <3

OKAY BACK TO DON

She dragged Don to the meeting spot, not telling him that you’d be there as well. But once he saw you, boy went into a PANIC. You noticed this, and of course asked if he was okay.

“Hah, me?! Oh, yeah no, I’m fine~” Poor baby tried to do that elbow on the table lean BUT MISSED THE DAMN TABLE AND FELL 😭

Gilda watched him unamused and with her arms crossed, whilst you were laughing in the background. The shy girls always have the meanest “I’m so done with your shit” glare and you cannot tell me otherwise. Feeling intimidated, he laughed nervously and looked up to you, speaking shyly.

“Hah hah, guess I fell for you, huh?” This caused you to laugh even harder, whilst Gilda was kicking his sides, eventually forcing him to leave the room altogether.

“Since he won’t tell you, I will. Don has a crush on you.”

Que the shocked reader looking like 😧 (I’m so sorry but the TPN shock faces are so over the top I love them sm. 😭)

Don of course overheard and rushed back in the room, about to say some stupid shit (ily Don but please stfu you’re very extra 🤭) before you interrupted, confessing that you felt the same. The two of you haven’t talked very much, but when you did, it always resulted in you laughing! We love a silly little lad. :D

Gilda let out a sigh of relief, being able to sleep peacefully knowing her best friend could finally put the whole Y/N thing to rest. Booooy was she wrong.

Gilda got exactly ONE night of peaceful sleep. Not one peaceful morning, only a peaceful night. When Gilda woke up, she was immediately hit with a somehow maximum energy Don, ranting about nothing but you. Gilda will switch from shy girl to “if one more word comes out your mouth I will give you a more brutal death than the demons” REAL fast. Girly just wants to enjoy her breakfast. 😭

OKAY THIS IS GETTING LONG ONTO THE KISS

You most certainly initiate it lmaooo. It probably happens when he’s watching you like a creep.

You notice his stares and walk over to him with a smile, grabbing his face and giving him a peck on the lips.

RED FACE RED FACE RED FACE

Don can’t even process what just happened, but his body surely can. Mans is shaking in excitement before finally letting out a victory yell.

He gets super super shy later but shhh don’t tell him I said that. He’s a big strong man trust trust. 🤭

Please don’t tease him he will simply perish. (Please do mans won’t even be able to form a proper word 🤭)

Eventually he’ll start popping out of nowhere to beg you for a kiss, will literally annoy the shit out of you until you give in. Then he’ll just walk off saying “I love you!!” I love you too Don but omfs you did nottt need to do all of that. 😭

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Gonna end it there, hope you enjoyed! I’m actually really happy with how this came out. :D

[mytheoristavenue]

ST Thanksgiving Special!

Summary: How you celebrate Thanksgiving with your boyfriend and his family! (Ft. J. Byers, E. Munson, and S. Harrington.)

Warnings: None here, just fluff!

Jonathan Byers:

Jonathan was so incredibly nervous to have you over to his home for Thanksgiving. It would be one of the first times you'd met his family (when you weren't in grave danger) and he desperately wanted it to go well. He'd even sat his family down and begged them not to say certain things that might embarrass him.

"Mom, please- swear to me! No baby pictures. And Will, please don't shove all your nerd stuff in her face. I don't want her to get overwhelmed."

To his surprise, on the morning in question, when he walked into the kitchen, (in his boxers) to get a drink, you were already there, chatting with his mother over coffee.

Oh no, now he was the embarrassing one. You simply turned to him and giggled, more at his reaction than anything else. It wasn't something you hadn't seen before.

The day was filled with happiness as you help Joyce in the kitchen, and even sat for a while and let Will show you every drawing he'd amassed that he felt proud enough to.

Jonathan was putty in your hands all day long. His heart absolutely melted over your love for his family and he felt silly for even worrying about it in the first place.

After eating, you all curled up in the living room for a movie, one that was willed with kisses on your scalp and tender rubs from his thumbs across your forearms.

Eddie Munson:

You hummed happily, sighing as you sat on the couch beside you boyfriend, listening to him strum his guitar peacefully. Until Jonathan, Eddie had no reason to fear your reaction to his Uncle; you already lived with him, and you and Wayne got on famously.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like any help?" You called into the kitchen of the trailer, for the umpteenth time that day.

Wayne sat his baster down and shot you a playful glare. "Now, I done told you, girly," he snickered. "You best quit askin'. I ain't lettin' you do shit today, let me cook for you for once, damnit." You giggled at him, promising not to ask again, as long as he ask, should he need the help. "But you can have that little boyfriend of yours come wash these dishes before I kick him outta my house, though."

Ever since you'd moved in, you'd taken on the role of a homemaker while the two men worked. Your employment was always a hot point of discussion, and both were adamant that you remain jobless until you were finished with your college courses.

The day itself was not particularly different from others, save for the fact that both men were home on a weekday, and you weren't cooking or cleaning. Wayne appreciated you greatly for what you did for them, and for the way you'd helped Eddie get his life back on the right track, and he'd put his mind to making all of your first holidays with them as memorable as possible.

Finally after hours of slaving over a hot stove, the feast was done, and served, and uncle and nephew both eyed you in adoration as you wolfed your plate down, before taking a second helping.

Afterwards, you all collected back into the living room, you on the couch with your legs across Eddie's lap, and Wayne in his recliner. You all shared a six pack of a beer that Wayne had sworn was 'fancy', but was actually just the next more expensive thing from what he typically drank, while watching the Thanksgiving day game.

Steve Harrington:

Steve spent the day at your house, waking up early, and having slept over the night before. You awoke that morning and came down the stairs to find him in the kitchen with your mother, bustling around, whistling with delight, a towel over his shoulder.

"Mornin' beautiful," he cooed as you walked in, still in your pajamas. "And good morning to you too, (Y/N)." You rolled your eyes as your mother giggled behind her hand, playfully slapping his shoulder, flustering from his flirting.

He served you coffee as you sat at the table with your father, and planted a kiss atop your head.

The entire time your mother cooked, Steve remained in the kitchen, washing dishes as she dirtied them, handing her things when she asked, and keeping her in high spirits, while you and your father argued over the scoring of the football game.

When it came time to eat, he pulled out your chair for you, and pushed you in when you sat down, always ready to make the best impressions on your family. He then sat across from you, and as he ate, pretended to be flabbergasted by whatever wild tall tale your younger siblings made up.

After the meal, he, of course helped your mother clean up, before joining you and your father at the table again, for what would turn out to be a very long, ruthless game of Monopoly.

On the surface, the two of you were enemies, him having landed on, and owed rent to your residential Boardwalk space too many times for his liking, but under the table, your hands were linked together securely, his thumb gently tracing over the back of your hand.

[mxtsuriluv]

kidnapping, alcohol, cursing, mentally abusive, age gap, sexual assault, assault/jerks, trauma, drama, hatred, enemies to lovers, mommy issues, daddy issues, suicide, self harming, drug abuse , written in lower case and so much more for those topics that are sensitive such as sa, suicide, etc i'll put a warning beforehand ! < 3

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p l a y l i s t

hana lam - our memories in my pocket ft. riu domura

kohana lam - matching memories

.... t o b e c o n t i n u e

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netheless to say, that the whole journey wasn't going to be easy atleast not at the start. the rivals still hated one another, y/n just love to play along todorokis game so with time she grew to despite him for the simple reason that he thinks he's better than other people while todoroki had his owns reasons.

one thing that the students didn't get cleared on the start is that you had to be everywhere with your assigned partner that was the whole main reason of the project to began with, so wether y/n and shoto like it they were stuck together like gum and that was simply because their teacher was paying extremely attention to the two.

so now todoroki and y/n are sitting down trying to eat their lunch but one way or another one will most likely break and in this case it was y/n by the ridiculous comments todoroki was making.

"that looks sad" todoroki commented on the food y/n was eating. which include yogurt with a salad accompany with some tiny pieces of chicken.

"scared of gaining weight?" he asked making y/n annoyed.

why the hell did he care about what she ate or not. she just wants to watch her diet as she does not want to slack off on training.

"didn't think you would be that kind of person" ,

"for someone who's confident enough all the time, you sure do pay attention of the little details about yourself" , "scared you'll become hideous for the media?" , "god, i feel bad for your poor excuse of mother"

now that last comment threw y/n off and she nearly choke on her food. there classmates were experiencing everything that was surrounding their table, so all of them did choke on their food by the last comment todoroki said with that being said bakugou almost lost it at that moment and was about to break the boy neck when he stopped himself seeing y/n brutally stand up and land a harsh slap on the boy and pour her plate over the man figure.

the salad could be washed easily but the yogurt got all over todorokis hair making it sticky and some get on his face.

"and what can be said about you, huh? you act all tough and shit when your no better than your father"

todoroki slam the table so hard and stood up, their heigh difference can be noticeable and the friend group would laugh if it weren't for the tension that was surrounding the table.

"what did you just said?" shoto spoke out with so much venom in his voice that it made y/n shiver but she stood her ground.

"your.no.better.than.your.shitty.excuse.of.father" she repeated sternly and she felt some milk being poured on her a second later.

and that's how the fight began as both of them were throwing each other what they had so close to them that the whole cafeteria had their eyes on them.

the friend group then decided it was time to separated the two, bakugou and midoryia stood up and hold todoroki in place while yaoyorozu and uraraka stood up and stop y/n dragging her away towards the bathroom.

"hey! let me go, i'm not even halfway done"

but her friends ignored her and shove her towards the girls bathroom where y/n on the way slowly started to calm down. "feeling better now"

ochaco spoke softly as she got to wipe the girls face with a napkin while yaoyorozu look softly at the girl and created her new clothes using her quirk. "he insulted my mother.." y/n mumbled underneath her breath.

"you insulted his father yagi" yaomomo said making y/n raised her head at her. "so your excusing his behavior? i made that comment after he said that plus it's the truth, we all know that"

"no. i'm not taking his side, i'm saying both of you were on the wrong..." yaoyorozu spoke softly as she lowered her gaze and gave y/n the clothes she made for her.

"thanks also i'm not apologizing.."

"we don't expect you to do" ochaco said letting out a soft giggled. "might as well go to see how the boys are doing, sorry to cause you girls problems" y/n said as she scratch her neck flustered a little.

"it's alright, don't take to long" ochaco said as she began dragging yaoyorozu with her while giving y/n a warm smile before leaving. once the bathroom door closed and y/n was the only one left in there, she let the tears stream down her face as she look at herself in the mirror.

"god, i feel bad for your poor excuse of mother"

and in one swift move, y/n punched the mirror hard making her hand bleed and the mirror to shatter a little.

"you had no reason to say that todoroki, not when she's not here anymore to defend her presence" y/n said as she broke down and hold the necklace that was around her neck. the last gift that her mother gave her before she passed away.

silently crying she washed her right knuckles, in the process washing herself too from the food. meaning going to the stall that had a shower and washing herself not bothering with the dirty clothes to take it off. once done she dried herself and put on the new clothes. looking at herself in the mirror she fix herself and tried to hide the puffiness in her eyes the best by freezing her fingers and putting them on her eyes for a minute.

finally exiting the bathroom she saw her father waiting for her. "rough day kiddo?" he asked softly as midoryia went to him explaining what had happened in the cafeteria.

"your not going to scold me?"

"do you want me too?"

y/n said nothing making all might going in for a hug as he rub her back. "held your head high up princess. don't let him see the weakness on you. i'm sure sooner or later the boy will realize how amazing you are"

"dadddd your sounding so cheesy now." y/n said as she let out a small laugh. "he mention about mother, i didn't mean to lash out on him sorry"

"i know kiddo, i know. it's fine you had every right to act that way. i'm sure everyone would if they were on your shoes. now head to class, lunch is about to end"

"yes, sir!" y/n quickly said as she headed towards her classroom in order to not get there late. 

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once school finished y/n was walking alongside shoto as she brutally came to a stop, making todoroki turn around to face at the girl only to see her check something on her phone.

both of them didn't dare to apologize to one another of the incident that happened during lunch. they were acting as if it never happened. "are you free to stop by somewhere? i need to finished some assignments" y/n asked as she fumbled with her fingers.

"you can just finished them in the dorms, why bother?" he asked not really putting much interest into the conversation.

"i want to be in a different environment, not just the dorms plus they can get really loud sometimes." y/n said making todoroki sigh as he started following the girl.

"lead the way"

and with that both of them were in their way to starbucks. a common place people go to study or just hang out with their friends.

the whole walked was silence nothing was shared among the two teenagers and honestly y/n didn't mind at all as she seemed to forget that she wasn't alone.

entering the place, the smell of coffe hit the teenaged as y/n walked up front the counter making one of the staff go up to her.

"hi, what can i get for both of you?" she asking nicely.

y/n turned around towards the boy and saw shoto being slightly confused as he shrugged his shoulders. "i've never been to this place" he simply said as y/n was taken back but she slowly nodded.

"ah can i get a grande hot chocolate and a grade dragonfruit mango lemonade" y/n said as the cashier simply nodded "will that be all?"

"hmm can we have four crispy grilled cheese on sourdough and two glazed doughnut"

"sure, your total would be $15, what would the name be?"

"y/n and here you go"

and with that y/n payed and received her change. "where do you wanna sit?" y/n asked as shoto just shrugged.

"i don't care"

rolling her eyes, y/n picked a place that wasn't close to the window and sat down at the table and put her stuff back down. upon hearing her name she picked up the two drinks and went back to grab the snacks

"here you go todoroki. last time i saw you drink hot chocolate with yaoyorozu and i overheard that you enjoy donuts so help yourself out" y/n said as she took a sip of her drink and took out her laptop as she began to do her assignments.

once taking a sip, todoroki eye light up, his drink didn't taste bad and the food here sure didn't either. so he slowly ate his donut with his drink and as well the grilled cheese sandwich, it sure was crispy and it sit right into his mouth.

he slowly look at y/n and for a second he admire her before making another comment.

"you sure do look like shit, eating your donut like a pig"

this cause the girl to dead glare at the boy in front of her. "todoroki don't even start" and in a mocking way he raised his hands in defeat "what? am i making poor y/n doubt her image

y/n done with his shitty behavior stuck the middle finger at him as shoto shook his head and smirk. "what? is that all? is it too much for your little head to think of another way to roast me?"

"god you little—"

[sweetbitterbitten]

she is livid. nevermind the liquor or the pills. those safe havens that are stored away in her suite. fuck the press, those hemming - hawing halfwits. nevermind the  m o n e y  , which she has but loses just as quickly.  n o , the only thing that matters is the  g a m e  and the fact that she had been played. worse, maybe she was just that stupid not to have foreseen this. that the one second she allowed herself a moment's breath, an exchange at a bar prior to the charge of her pieces on the chess board - had been with what would ultimately be her opponent! criminally comfortable, was the phrase - and then he had soundly slapped her across the field like a fucking  C H I L D  - whilst she had just  S A T  there - stunned, mouth open - mortified. well embarrassment was over. now came  f u r y  .   she waited for those about his table to depart before marching over and slamming her purse to its pristine settings, jangling cutlery as she took an improper seat across from him. "you have a lot of fucking nerve." @threecardtrick​

[urbandokkalfar]

Context for my last post and small lore drop

When I was in school, from seventh grade to graduation, I did odd jobs under the table. I cleaned aquariums and did yard work for neighbors, I worked in a local slaughter house, eventually got into taxidermy and processing game animals, worked with the county to pick up road kill, worked on farms, sold art work, worked at my first (now deceased) step dad's auto repair shop - stuff like that.

I made decent money, it wasn't awful and I generally made my own hours.

What w a s awful was the way my family looked at it all. It wasn't stuff i could put on job apps because it wasn't 'legit'.

Mind you I was making a couple thousand a month combined from all this, most of the time I was on six to seven jobs a month for only 3 - 5 days a week.

I'd contribute about 25% of my money to which ever household I was living in that week (mom or dad), would spend some on tools and junk for work, a little for my own whims and then save the rest.

Before my stepdad passed away and shit r e a l l y hit the fans I had a sizeable chunk of money in my account.

After he passed my mom didn't really wait long to get a new boyfriend, it was within weeks of SD's funeral she came out and said she was seeing someone.

My SD passed away from an aggressive cancer. We watched him become Skeletor over the course of two months before he died. He was one of the coolest people I know - stood up for me when people remarked on how I dressed etc, taught me auto repair, encouraged me to do my jobs, all around a kick ass dude.

The guy my mom started seeing was the polar opposite. He bullied and threatened my older sister until she left out of fear then he started in with me.

We got into a fist fight because he threw may cat across the room for sitting in the garden window (a window that protrudes from the house to put potted plants in).

When he started abusing my mom, we got into even more fist fights which often ended with him leaving and coming back. Mom was sooooo enamored with this man she drove down our street at sixty five miles an hour while I clung to the truck door and step rail.

When she stopped and let me in I admittedly slapped her.

Eventually he fucked up. They went out drinking and a girl I knew from school was staying with us because her mom kicked her out for being a 'whore'.

He started whailing on my mom, threw her down the basement steps and sarted beating her in the basement - my friend ran next door to call the cops. I went downstairs, put my hand through the glass gun cabinet door and racked an unloaded shotgun.

He shit his pants and locked himself in the bathroom upstairs.

Both of them were taken to jail for the night and my sister and I picked her ass up the next day.

Five days later my mom suffered a massive heart attack, because of her bf I'd quit my jobs because she couldn't be alone with him. If I'd had been working she would have died. She had a month long hospital stay, my savings went to pay household bills and get her medication.

I spent three years of my life protecting her then caring for her for her to tell me she never wanted me when i was born and admitted to doing things when pregnant to try and home abort me - she didn't have Pre-eclampsia, I was c-sectioned otta her two months early because she didn't want me to turn out like my sister.

My sister has ADHD and a touch of the 'tisim - which same tbh.

For bonus context: In school my sister was so awful and unruly that if I had her teachers they treated me the same they did her. Like shit.

I was the proverbial black sheep for being Goth and holding odd jobs etc.

Now my sister's got two kids and is horrifically abusive to her husband - I hang out with her at times to get her out of the house so he can have peace.

Maybe, someday, I'll elaborate on my sister but, this is what you get for now.

Oh yeah, TLDR I worked under the table for cash for YEARS and my family dunked on me for not having a 'real' job, continued to be shit ass over it even while supporting one of them and now I have a 'real' job they're pissed I don't spend any real time with them 🙃

[tender-rosiey]

❥ When your friend flirts with them

Includes Chuuya and Dazai

ᴀ/ɴ: hello—uhh i am alive and i humbly apologize for my absence; this idea popped into my head and honestly just straight up made me go 😏 this ain’t proofread, that’s the norm here

CHUUYA NAKAHARA:

Chuuya has standards

Very high standards

And to no one’s surprise you meet and even exceed them

And in addition to everything he loves about you, he hated most of your friends

At least most of them, and more specifically ones like this one

This p e r s o n

Was so generously invited to your house for a hangout with the rest of your friends

While everyone was having fun and just minding their own business, NOT trying to be a home-wrecker

They were planning— they were doing just that 🥰

Chuuya is a man BIG on loyalty and that included loyalty to friends, family and bosses

Said person was disrespecting said thing

They were high-key flirting with him and not-so-subtly insulting you

“Say chuuya, I don’t mean anything but don’t you think that y/n should act more refined? She is representing you in front of all these people after all; i could give her lessons about how to be an actual lady! You can pay me back by maybe hanging out tomorrow evening—“

Chuuya was just clenching his soon to break glass of wine while trying to desperately give them a chance to take back everything they said

Kindly, they did not get the hint

And everything has its consequences

Unfortunately for them, it was getting kicked out of the house and plainly humiliated in front of everyone

Until the end of the night, Chuuya kept glaring at everyone and anyone who he felt was suspicious or was talking crap about you

“Y/N, I will be supervising who you befriend from now on.”

“That’s manipulation, though.”

“I AM NOT TELLING YOU TO NOT HAVE FRIENDS! I AM TELLING YOU TO PICK THEM WELL!”

OSAMU DAZAI:

Dazai was about to combust from disgust

He already disliked this friend of yours because of what he has seen them do

However, he didn’t expect them to flirt with him

A taken man

A man taken by their friend

In front of said friend

You were trying your best not to just flip the table and slap the living hell out of them

And you were kinda bothered by how dazai wasn’t doing anything about the situation; instead, opting to silently and very discreetly stare at them in disgust

They were shamelessly pressing their body to his and while he displayed clear discomfort, they refused to acknowledge it and continued to be a hoe <3

“Say, dazai! Dazai! What do you think of my outfit today? Very attractive, right? I noticed it’s the same style that y/n wears! I think I might look a bit better in it, though; no offense, bestie!”

Soon though, dazai raised his hand and called for the waiter

Much to yours and your “friend”’s confusion

“Excuse me, there is this unbelievably annoying bug at my side and it has been quite disrespectful to both me and my lover. I would highly appreciate if you could get rid of it.”

Let me tell you, it’s like the waiter was waiting his whole life for this

It was kinda clear that she was clearly being a bitch

Sooo by the permission of his owner, dazai and yourself

Said waiter kicked them out of the restaurant and proudly entered back to find out he got promoted

All hail mister waiter

Dazai started fake gagging and spraying disinfectant spray on himself before he himself stuck to your side like a ——

“Oh my dear y/n! How tragic and how unfortunate that you had such an imbecile call themselves your friend! They are truly undeserving of your grace!”

He soon got up before looking at you and winking

“How about we go to your favorite restaurant?”

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