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dyns33 · 7 months

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Most of the time I see him as the cool silly big bro, but I love Deadpool, so here's a long Deadpool x female reader.

Normally nothing destined Y/N to meet Wade Wilson.

A normal life, without enemies, without superpowers, without contracts on her head. She didn't fight, respected the law (at least for the most serious and important things) and she considered herself to be a good person.

The first time she had passed Saint Agnes Orphanage, she hadn't really paid it much attention. The second time, she found it a little strange that an orphanage was in this part of the city, which was not really made for children.

Then one evening, when she had had a bad day, she realized that it was a bar and she decided to go in for a drink.

Since she thought an orphanage was strange in that place, she might have thought it was odd for a bar to have such a name. She could also have been scared when she saw the other customers, who all turned towards her, indicating that she might not be welcome.

But Y/N was tired, and she just wanted a drink before going home, so she smiled politely as she sat down at the counter.

The waiter frowned, but he agreed to serve her with a shrug, muttering that as long as she was an adult, it wasn't his problem.

A tall, bald, tattooed guy then approached her, putting a hand on her arm without worrying about her private space, asking her if she wanted to follow him home.

"… No thanks."

“Come on, don’t be a slut.”

"Please."

“Come with me, you stupid bitch.”

"Now, that's really not very nice. The lady said no, a gentleman should know it's time to leave. But no Hector, not only are you insisting, but you're being rude."

"Fuck you, Wade, don't get involved in this !"

The waiter continued to mumble about cleaning, while this Wade guy smashed Hector's head against the counter. A tooth even flew close to Y/N’s face.

That might have been enough to scare her completely. In addition to the surge of violence that was happening right next to her, there was the red suit, the katanas and other guns, which could make you want to flee as quickly as possible.

But when he finished kicking Hector's ass, Wade turned to her, and despite the mask, it was obvious that he was smiling, extending a hand towards her.

"Miss, my apologies for that boor. He knows nothing of good manners."

"… Thank you."

"You're very welcome, lovely angel ! Wade Wilson, Deadpool, Merc with a mouth, at your service ! Oh, he spilled your drink… Bad Hector ! Or was it me ? Maybe it was me. Weasel, the same for the little lady, on my note !”

“You already owe me a fortune.”

“I will kill whoever you want for free !”

“I thought you didn’t kill anymore.”

"Ah yes… I'll suck you for free !"

“Here you go, two drinks, just shup up Wade.”

In the end, Wade was a bit special, but not evil. He stayed with her, partly because he loved having someone to talk to, but also to make sure no one else was going to bother her again.

And he talked a lot. Everything he said didn't always make sense, he even seemed to be talking to himself sometimes, but he was funny. It seemed to please him that Y/N laughed at his jokes. Behind the counter, Weasel was still muttering that she was doing something silly.

Among the long tirade he delivered that evening, she understood that Wade had not had an easy life. That he had done some things that could make him a criminal, but he had been trying to improve for some time.

"Colossus already wanted me to become an X-men but it wasn't for me. Wait, there are X-men in this universe ? I do not know anymore. Anyway, there's Spidey and Devy. No, he's right, this nickname isn't great, Devil. Like Daredevil. They want us to be Team Red, but only if I stop unliving people. It's not fair because they're friends with Frank, and Frank keeps unliving people, but he lost his wife and his kids, so I guess he has more sympathy points than me."

"I don't understand everything, but I guess Spidey is Spiderman ?"

"Yes ! He's super cool ! And his ass ! People confuse us sometimes, it annoys me, but it's a bit of a compliment. He's my role model."

Like a true superhero, Deadpool insisted on taking her home. He was terribly honest, saying that he could leave her a few blocks away, but that was useless, because as a former mercenary, he was very good at stalking people and he could find her address without difficulty, even if he only had her name.

"Which I wouldn't do ! Normally. I might want to see you again, and ask Weasel to find your number, but I know myself, I'll put it in my phone, and I'll hesitate for weeks, then I'll send a lousy message, you'll be scared, you'll block me, I'll be ashamed and I'll shoot myself in the head because I'm a moron."

“I can give you my number.”

"And I… Huh ? Huh ?! For real ?!" exclaimed Wade, jumping like a child on Christmas Day.

Wade called her right away, specifying that it was not to verify that she was giving him a false number but a little. Despite the mask, his face showed surprise when he saw that she hadn't lied.

"I should put a bullet in my head to make sure I'm not dreaming."

“You wouldn’t wake up.”

“Baby girl, we only just met, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

When Deadpool talked about shooting himself, he meant it literally. It often happened that he died, either because of an enemy, an accident, or by his own hand. But he always came back. A gift like a curse.

They became friends. It was obvious, and quite sad, that Wade didn't have many friends.

Most people around him couldn't stand him or were afraid of him. It was true that he could be quite unpredictable, especially when he got lost in his discussions with the boxes, or an imaginary audience. But he was never mean.

Weasel was more of a collaborator, Al was forced to accommodate him, and the other heroes, unable to get rid of him, tried to make him a nice guy.

And he was really nice. Crazy but adorable, funny and wanting to do well.

Very quickly, Y/N started to have a crush, and even more. Even after seeing him without a mask. He never took it off completely to eat, repeating that he didn't want her to lose her appetite or feel like throwing up.

But after landing in a trash can after a fight, and forgetting that he had invited her to watch Princess Bride, Y/N had seen him. Yes, his scars were a bit impressive, but they weren't that bad.

With an embarrassed smile, he waved his hand while remaining frozen near the entrance.

"… I can move if you want to run away. I won't follow you. I may look like Frankenstein's monster, but I only pursue young girls who ask me to. Or who deserve it. Because criminals have no gender, I don't discriminate."

“I brought popcorn.” was her only reaction.

"... Oh. Sweet ? Salty ? Caramel ? Al must have beer somewhere, hidden with the cocaine."

After that, he was a little less afraid to show his face, even though it was obvious he wasn't comfortable. It wasn't easy to reassure him, repeating that she didn't care about his appearance.

Y/N didn’t remember how they ended up having this conversation. The only thing she knew was that she was pressed against him, laughing, when she had innocently said it would be fun if they went out together.

This made Wade laugh, but a very serious laugh, leaving no chance and hitting where it hurt.

"You and me ? Ah ! No chance."

"Why ?"

"It's obvious."

A simple little sentence could sometimes do a lot of damage. Too busy making fun of the characters on the screen, Wade didn't see Y/N's look of sadness, just as he didn't feel her body stiffen.

Still, she should have expected this response. Of course it was obvious that they had nothing to do together. Deadpool was a super hero (in training), he was tall, muscular, funny, rich.

She had seen photos of his deceased ex, Vanessa. She had observed him flirting with beautiful women and men before. It was already fortunate that she was only friends with him.

So Y/N swallowed her pride, accepting the obvious, and not talking about the subject again.

But it was hard, because the more time passed, the stronger the feelings became.

It was even harder when Wade entered his depressive phases. He kept putting himself down, insulting himself and accepting insults from the boxes in his head. It took a lot of patience and perseverance to get him to put down his gun.

"Anyway, I'll come back later. Bad luck for the world. People would be happier if I wasn't here anymore. Maybe they'll miss me a little, for a few minutes."

“I would miss you, Wade.”

"Yeah… You say that because you're adorable, baby girl. But you'd be better off without me too. I'm a real drag."

“You saved me the first time we met.”

"And since then you think you owe me a debt. You know, every time we're in the street, the others look at me and they're afraid. If I wasn't there, you could be with them. You could have lots of friends.”

"I don't want lots of friends, Wade." Y/N sighed, taking him into her arms. “I’m glad we’re friends.”

“Oh, sweetie pie, me too !”

It was rarer for them to find themselves in the opposite situation. Not because Deadpool wasn't capable of empathy, but because she didn't like talking about her problems, preferring to keep everything to herself and cry out of sight.

Unfortunately, she had made the decision to become friends with a former mercenary who loved to jump from roof to roof, only to come visit without warning by tapping on the window.

Y/N had no time to hide her tears, holding back a sob as her eyes met those of Wade, who had stopped mid-movement, fist raised against his window.

He didn't hesitate before entering, terribly serious.

"Who ? Who did this ?"

“Wade…”

"Who made my baby girl cry ? I want a name. Spidey and Dev will understand. Yellow wants decapitation, White wants emasculation. Tell me who."

"It's really not necessary. It's not important."

“It’s important if you cry.” Deadpool growled as he looked around the apartment for clues.

Once he had an idea in his head, it was almost impossible to divert his attention. If it wasn't so important, it was possible with food or talking about Spiderman's butt. But this time he considered it very important.

Tired, Y/N thought that all she had to do was say that it was just a ridiculous heartbreak for him to calm down. He had no reason to kill someone just because they didn't love her back.

This actually seemed to calm him down a bit, as he patted his cheeks with his hands in a dramatic gesture.

"What ?! Someone doesn't love you ?! Someone doesn't like my sweet little angel ? Are they crazy or stupid. You deserve the best !"

"Actually… He's the one who's too good for me."

"Bullshit ! The important thing is love ! If a woman can marry a space duck, then everyone can be together, as long as it's legal and consensual !"

"… What ? No, wait, it doesn't matter. Wade, please forget it."

"A name. Let me prove to you that this fool doesn't deserve you, and not the other way around !"

"No."

"A name !"

"You ! It's you !"

For the first time since they met, Wade was silent for more than a minute, staring at her like he wasn't sure she was real. He often had hallucinations, so this happened to him.

Then he muttered incomprehensible things, probably speaking with his boxes to check that he had heard what she had just said.

"… Me ? As in, me ?"

“I know what you’re going to say.” Y/N sighed, wanting to disappear. "You've already said it, it's obvious that we're not meant to be together. You're charismatic, and strong, and funny, with powers. You save people, you have an extraordinary life, while I… I am me."

"… Baby girl. Do you have a fever ? Did you lose a bet ? Because… You saw me without a mask. You know I'm crazy and dangerous. There are several bounties on my head, I've unlived more people than the population of New York, and my favorite movie is Zoolander 2. When I said it was obvious… I meant that you were too good for me."

There had been a misunderstanding, each being convinced that the other could never want the other, because they were too different. But even though he was special, with skin problems and an inability to concentrate for more than ten minutes, Wade was much better than a space duck.

However, while she was sure of what she wanted, he hadn't clearly said what he expected next.

"I mean, if you just want to be friends, I'll understand."

"You can't tease me like that and then break my heart. Don't play with me, woman !"

“Wade…” Y/N sneered, as he gesticulated like a degenerate, declaiming his great love for her and her smile, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Taking advantage of his inattention, she approached him, until he froze when he felt her hands on his mask.

With a look, she asked him if she could take it off, and as he didn't move to stop her, she took it off first up to his nose, before hesitating.

Y/N didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but she also didn’t want him to think that she didn’t want to see him if she didn’t go further. So she took out the whole mask, she observed Wade, smiling before kissing him.

"… Don't take what comes next as a bad thing." he whispered as their lips parted.

"What ?"

"I'm going to have a heart attack…"

As always, Y/N thought he was joking at first, until he collapsed in front of her, looking delighted even though his heart had stopped beating. Fortunately she was used to seeing him die, even if it was still a little traumatic.

It took almost an hour for him to wake up. Y/N had time to take a shower and make herself some tea, sitting on the couch to wait.

"Shit !" he shouted as he opened his eyes, looking around the apartment before looking at her. “Did we kiss ?”

“Yes and you died.”

"It's weird. Normally you go to heaven after you die, not before. But I probably don't have enough superhero points for heaven yet, so the other option is that I became totally crazy."

“Wade…”

"I know, White and Yellow would have told me. They're already saying that all the time, but they would have insisted, especially for me to escape from the asylum. It's no fun fighting with fake people and hippos. Was I dead long ?"

“No, a little over half an hour.”

"And you stayed with me, it's so cute. Nurse Y/N. No, Doctor Y/N, and I'll be Nurse Wilson. Oh, Doctor Y/N, I made a mistake in the dosage of a patient, I'm a bad nurse, punish me."

"… Let's see Nurse Wilson, we're in the middle of an intervention, calm down."

"Uh oh ! You're playing along !" Wade exclaimed, pouting from the ground. "I didn't expect that ! Wait, I need a blonde wig, and a white dress. You'll see, I look super sexy in a dress. Wait, we do this now or it's quick and we should have a date first ?'

“I wouldn’t say no to a date.”

"I see the genre, like in novellas. Doctor Y/N takes me to the restaurant to talk about my future promotion, but in fact, you are going to admit to me that I am pregnant with you, before I even enter your bed !"

“As long as you’re in my bed before the hundredth episode.”

“UH !”

The small, high-pitched cry of pleasure preceded a second cardiac arrest, Deadpool's mind imagining Y/N and him in a bed, with a stetoscope.

When she asked him if he was going to have a heart attack every time, he told her that he would probably die for good the day he saw her naked, or that they made love for the first time.

But Wade was a gentleman, he ate lots of vegetables, exercised, and begged Daredevil to teach him meditation techniques.

So he had the courtesy of having the next heart attack only after they were finished, and in the toilet. And every time after that they were together, Wade would go out of his way to just get a nosebleed.

Especially on Weasel's counter, telling him everything they had done or almost everything, which annoyed the poor waiter a lot, even if he knew that it would happened from the start, the moment he saw Deadpool with Y/N.

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 7 months

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The Most Innocent Sinner

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: For everyone, she's the shy, pure, little Y/n. Dating Dean Winchester is like going on dates with the complete opposite of her. So it is a very nice surprise when Dean learns how kinky she actually is by finding her collection of sex toys.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Content warning: Sex toys, masturbation (male and female), dirty talk

Square filled: Dildos for @spnkinkevents / “Now that’s something you definitely shouldn’t try at home.” for @jacklesversebingo / masturbation for @anyfandomkinkbingo / “Unfortunately, I’m turned on by that.” for @anyfandomgoesbingo

A/n: Finding a title is so hard. I got stuck on this one for way too long. Big thanks to my friends that helped me!

From the outside, Y/n looked like a Saint. Cute, she wasn't very tall and almost sickly shy, and her social anxiety didn't help her case at all.

Since she didn’t have many friends, Y/n spent her time at the library surrounded by stories that made her forget how alone she felt. The characters on these yellowed sheets would never judge or criticize her, it was a comfort in which she really liked to immerse herself, especially after a hard day.

It was also where she met the Winchester brothers for the first time.

For someone like Y/n, the complete opposite of popular, invisible to people even when she was in the same room with them, the Winchesters were the pinnacle of perfection. Bodies built like gods, well-defined faces, piercing eyes, they gave off a strong and dominating aura that attracted the gaze of everyone in their path. And Y/n was no exception.

The moment the two brothers walked near her table at the library, there was no longer any need to read. Her book closed by itself in front of her, as she no longer held it open, her eyes fixedly stuck on the two men. Following their directions with her gaze, she turned her head, almost hurting her neck.

The colors around her suddenly seemed more vivid. The sounds, sweeter to the ear. She strained her ear to better listen to their conversations. And it was then that the stories she loved reading so much... Became reality.

Y/n had always had a habit of making herself fade away. Not wanting to attract attention, remaining discreet and making herself as small as possible. But the moment she saw them, it was like a light bulb went on inside her, and filled her with a life she had never really felt. And she decided to change that.

She didn’t want to hide anymore.

It was an adventure awaiting her, just like in her books. Filled with villains, monsters, but also angels, laughter, food and finally, a place where she belonged. It didn't take long for her to take part in their lives, quickly becoming a full member of their families. Although she wasn’t trained to be in the field hunting monsters, her lifelong experience of extensive reading was too vital and important to refuse her help.

Initially, Y/n was assigned to research. It was perfect for her, she could show them how efficient she was at this task so they would give her more to do eventually. Quickly, she climbed the ranks in the Winchesters' trust and became closer to them.

Everything about her personality was perfect to fit with Sam's. And yet, as the months stretched into years, she inevitably grew closer to Dean. Some will say that opposites flock together, and they are not wrong. Dean was the opposite of Y/n, stubborn, he didn't hesitate to say what was on his mind and loved seeing the adorable expression that invaded her face when he made inappropriate or worse, sexual comments. Immediately, Y/n would disappear from the room almost like magic, or she would become so embarrassed that he took pity and immediately changed the subject.

Y/n had a purity that Dean never had, and it was one of the reasons why even after all this time knowing her, he was still reluctant to let her come with them on hunts. Or even to involve her in anything that could endanger her or defile this purity. If he could keep her from losing that sparkle in her eyes, he would, no matter the cost.

After a few months of dating, Y/n finally agreed to live in the bunker with them. Dean helped her move in, putting her things in a room other than his, and although not sharing the same bed disappointed him a little, he understood why. She wasn't ready, and he insisted on her comfort. He was willing to wait for her as long as it took.

“If I had known you had that many boxes, I would have brought in extra hands,” Dean huffed, placing yet another heavy box on the ground. Straightening up, he raised his arms above his head to stretch his back.

“Sorry, all my books,” Y/n shrugged and lowered her head, embarrassed.

With a quick wave of his hand, Dean signaled that it was nothing. “It only takes a little longer but it’s no problem,” he quickly said to reassure her, so she wouldn’t feel bad about having so much stuff. After all this time knowing her, he knew how important her books were to her.

Her 500 books which weighed bricks to transport…

“I'll go get another box,” she accepted Dean's answer and as she passed him on her way out, left a quick kiss on the cheek. It was Dean's turn to react, his face quickly turning red.

“Okay, in the meantime, I'm going to start…” Glancing at the mountain of cardboard, Dean sighed again. “Cleaning a little…”

Sam wasn't there. Although he proposed his help for moving her stuff in, Dean's ego was more powerful. As a boyfriend, he had to take care of his girlfriend himself. Without help. Showing her that he was there for her, and that she would always be his priority.

Dean had been in several relationships in the past. And he loved each woman with all of his soul. But each time, his work, his family or the apocalypse had forced him to leave. It had been a very difficult task each time, but he had done it.

Just the thought of leaving Y/n had the same effect as losing a limb. It was unthinkable.

Ah shit. He was in love.

Him, in love?

It was the first time.

… Wait a minute.

He was in love with her.

This realization hit him harder than he expected. Dean took a few steps back, his head spinning quickly. He was in love. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Never in his entire life had he felt this kind of thing for someone, feelings so strong, so true. When they were together, he felt so good, like he had finally found the thing he was missing. The person he needed.

Dean took another step back, and inevitably, his legs encountered a box. He lost his balance and, trying not to cause a landslide, had to hold himself against the nearest thing… Another box.

This one was strangely and unfortunately lighter than the others and failed to stop him from doing damage. Luckily, Dean kept his balance and avoided the embarrassment of falling on his butt, but the box fell to the ground.

“Son of a bitch,” he grumbled as he hurried to pick it up. As he took it, he noticed that it was not closed properly. It was definitely not his plan to go through Y/n's personal belongings, but when he opened the box to close it better, he couldn't help but see what was inside.

And it wasn't his fault. The first item on top was a box that displayed the inscription of its contents, and his curiosity, well… took care of the rest.

“What the…” taking the item in question, Dean examined it. His hunter's eye detected every detail, inscriptions, the wear on the cardboard and even the place where the packaging had once been sealed before opening. The sticky paper seemed to have been removed so quickly, the color of the cardboard remained stuck on it. It was exactly as if its owner, eager to have the object, hadn’t been concerned by the breakage of its packaging.

SO. It was still possible that the contents were not what was written in black and white on the packaging. It was still a possibility. Dean understood, it was his duty to get to the bottom of it once and for all. Otherwise, the question would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Heart racing for no good reason, Dean placed his fingers where the paper was torn off and pulled the tab. Then, breathless, he opened the box and peered inside.

“Son of a bitch,” his mouth breathed along with the last of his oxygen. No... he couldn't believe it. As if he needed further proof that his eyes had already given him, Dean reached into the box and pulled out the object.

It was still in its bag, but an opening proved its frequent use. Both soft and very hard, it was of regular size and of a pretty pink shade. Dean didn't need to take it out of the bag to know that underneath was the little hole to get charged, the wire still in the box.

In his hand, Dean held the thing he never thought he would hold… Let alone find among his girlfriend's stuff. The sweet, pure, shy Y/n.

Scared that she would come back and see him like this, Dean quickly put the pink dildo vibrator back in its box. A thousand questions swirled through his mind and his heart still hadn't stopped pounding in his ribcage. In his eagerness and nervousness, Dean almost dropped the box, so he had to pull himself together to put it back exactly where he had found it.

And that was when he saw them.

There were plenty of them. A dozen even. Some had their original packaging, others had boxes without inscription. Curiosity rose in Dean who forgot the presence of his girlfriend and owner of these toys in the bunker. It was like suddenly he was alone in the world as he began to pull out everything he had in front of his eyes, his pupils dilating with each new discovery.

Small portable vibrator. One that looked like a butterfly, insertable and vibrant. A… dolphin? A flesh-colored dildo, including ball and base with suction. A magic staff. Purple, pink, black, the colors were added one after the other. And then suddenly...

Dean came across the largest box.

It was curiously and surprisingly big for what was inside. Dean couldn't help it. It was heavy, there was no doubt about the contents, but he had to see it with his eyes, hold it in his hands, and absorb reality.

It couldn't be that big... right?

And oh my god.

“Now that’s something you definitely shouldn’t try at home…”

Examining it from every angle, he still couldn't understand. The words “bad dragon” were forever imprinted in his brain along with the image of that purple and blue hued dildo. It was imposing, as tall as it was wide, and the different textures were strange but pleasant to the touch. And inevitably, his brain went in that perverse direction he imagined...

Her moans filled the room and the echo was carried throughout the whole bunker. Sounds of pleasure? No. Of frustration. She moaned as she tried as best she could to get the dildo into her entrance, which was still too tight for such a monster. But her determination only grew with her goal, and the idea alone of being able to have all those inches inside her was so exciting that she almost didn't need any lube.

“Oh fuck,” breathed through her lips as the head of the toy finally pierced the breach. Her head tilting back, she wiggled on the dildo to widen her entrance to accommodate the rest. Kneeling over the toy made it easier for her to maneuver her body and part her lips for guidance. And when finally the dildo was inside her, a long sigh of relief mixed with the pleasure of having succeeded hissed between her lips.

“I love the view…”

Dean hadn't missed a single thing. Standing in the doorway, he watched, admired, and nourished himself with the magnificent view before him. Kneeling on the bed facing him, she knew he was there. Even though her eyes were closed, she felt his presence, heard his heavy breathing. And then there was the rustling of his clothes every time he adjusted his position or reached for his swollen crotch.

It was one of the hottest things she had ever experienced. The desire was so strong it was palpable. The smell of sex filled the room. A moan passed her lips as she opened her eyes to look at him, her breath leaving her lungs, making the air almost unbreathable because it was so saturated.

"Oh. No."

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground brought him back to consciousness. Then it took him several seconds to realize the voice that had spoken just before the impact, what it had said and who it belonged to. Turning towards the door, Dean's eyes were wide open, the green almost disappearing from his irises because his pupils were so dilated.

Her face was not in any better condition. As her eyes, wide with fear and shame, moved between what he was holding and the box behind him and finally settling on him, Dean could see the embarrassment quickly filling her being.

“What is this?”

Still shocked by his discovery and what it implied, these words were the first and only ones that had managed to escape his lips. Obviously, he knew what it was, and what it was for. However, he needed to hear it from her mouth. To confirm what his eyes had already understood.

His question only made her more uncomfortable.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” she muttered under her breath, lowering her head and crossing the distance between them to grab the dildo and remove it from the hunter’s hands. All this to hide the evidence that had already been consumed, unfortunately. “Please, forget about it,” she pleaded, still refusing to meet his gaze. Her hand resting next to Dean's on the dildo, she tried to take it back, but was surprised to see that he didn't want to let it go. “Dean?”

“It’s impossible,” his voice was low, almost a breath lost in the tension of the air. “Unfortunately… I’m turned on by that. And here I thought you were all pure and shy…” Taking a pause in his words only made the state Y/n was in worse. Next to Dean, she felt his breath against her cheek, and the heat of his body. It was heavy, his chest moving in time with his harsh breathing. As if he had to do everything to hold back. “I waited for you to be ready, and I'll still wait but… Y/n…” As she still refused to raise her head and meet his gaze, Dean took his other hand, the one that wasn't holding the dildo, to gently lift Y/n’s chin. “Thinking about you touching yourself with that… oh fuck, it’s hot, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?” A shy smile appeared on her lips, her eyes watering at how she was embarrassed but still... Very excited by this idea.

“Oh yeah,” Dean swallowed, his green eyes darting from Y/n's lips to her eyes, then back to her lips. Like two magnets held too far apart, but at the same time too close, it was inevitable.

Dean pressed his mouth to Y/n’s, kissing her forcefully. The dildo was quickly put aside, both needing their hands to touch the other. Dean placed his on Y/n's waist, and her around his neck. Her nails scratched the soft part of his neck, leaving red marks he would never see. It was intense, they almost devoured each other with an insatiable appetite. Opening her lips, Y/n stuck her tongue out barely, just enough to give access to Dean who was quick to push his tongue into her mouth. The kiss became languorous, messy, even, and Y/n backed into a box and almost fell. Dean broke the kiss to ask if she was okay, but she silenced him by replacing her lips on his to continue the kiss.

Their mouths didn't leave each other as clothes flew around the room, some getting stuck on boxes while others fell to the floor. Eventually, they managed to maneuver through the mountains of boxes to get to the bed. Y/n plopped down on the mattress and laughed against Dean’s mouth which only took a second to find its way back to hers. Now both were shirtless and their hands explored each other without stopping.

Finally, Y/n broke the kiss to speak.

“I want you to watch me.”

“What?” Dean was panting, his erection so painful in his pants he was afraid it would explode at the slightest touch. Like a hungry lion demanding its prey, he tried to grab Y/n's lips but she refused him access by placing her fingers between them.

“I want you to watch me use the toy…” If she was an angel a few moments ago, the Y/n he had, lying under him on the bed, half naked, was a little devil hidden under the appearance of a Saint.

Just the thought of seeing her in real life masturbating with the monster he had found made Dean gulp and push himself up so he was on his knees. His face was so red, he had trouble understanding how there could still be blood in his length.

“Are you sure? I mean, I… I can’t say no to that, fuck, but… I don’t want you to feel forced or…”

“Dean,” she interrupted, a smile tugging at her lips. “I really want to. And I know you want it too.” Y/n took a deep, slightly shaky breath before continuing. “So… Bring me the one you want me to use… And get comfortable.”

Dean swallowed and looked at his girlfriend's face. Since he had known her, they had never been this far in their intimacy. And he would never have imagined that she had this in her. Obviously he was surprised, but it was a very pleasant surprise. Like an excited child on Christmas morning, Dean rushed to the box of adult toys and once again admired all the choices presented to him. Each of them infused an image, each more erotic than the other, into his mind. For a moment, he hesitated to take the monster he had found shortly before, but decided that for now, this view was better in his mind. And he didn't want to embarrass Y/n even more than she was, what she was proposing was very intimate, very sexy, but also terribly hard to do. To open up like this, to show yourself like this...

Dean returned to his girlfriend, a box in hand. “This one,” he held out the box, knowing full well what it contained. Y/n took it, hesitated for a few seconds while staring at it in her hands. Just as Dean was about to repeat that she didn't have to, that they could continue to just makeout and that was okay, she opened the box and took out the toy.

It was a simple one. No vibration, just a flesh colored dildo with suction at the bottom. It wasn’t the biggest she owned, but it was still big, almost as big as Dean’s cock. So to see her use this, he could easily picture him in her…

Just the thought sent another wave of arousal down his pants.

“Do you need a moment, or lube or…” Dean was still standing up near the bed as she was on her knees on the mattress. For the first time, he was clueless and didn't know what to do. And yet, it was not his first time, nor the last, that he had more kinky moments with his partner. But Y/n was different, she wasn't just his sexual partner, but the woman he loved. And the prospect of getting even closer and more intimate was worth more than any sex he could have.

“I want you to watch the whole thing,” Y/n replied, lifting her ass off the mattress just enough to undo her pants and pull them down along with her panties with just one hand. In an almost expert manner, she finished undressing herself with one hand, her other never letting go of the toy. “You can sit down, you know,” she laughed when she saw Dean still standing where he was, stiff as a stick.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he sat on the edge of the bed and turned his body towards her. It was like he was back at 15 with the most popular girl in school, ready for his first time. Nervousness filled his entire being, along with excitement, and if he wasn't so experienced years later, his erection would have disappeared or he would have come prematurely in his pants.

Dean silently thanked all the girls he had in the past that strengthened his stamina.

“How do you want me to use it?”

Dean could see how nervous she was. It was the first time she was completely naked in front of him, and her body was shaking ever so slightly, shivers that covered her soft skin in goosebumps. But yet, through that nervousness, she was freaking sexy. Still kneeling, she was slowly stroking her intimacy with the toy, coating it with her wetness. And without asking, Dean knew she wouldn’t need any lube.

“Just… Like this, you can ride it…” The words got out of his mouth by automatism. Truth was, Dean was half there now, so excited and focused on her, a part of his mind was shut down. It was so hot, he couldn’t detach his eyes from her body, the way the toy rubbed through her lower lips, how her hips rocked back on it, and her face, so soft, so cute, so embarrassed… With eyes burning in a strong passion.

“Okay,” she whispered. Time seemed to slow down. Dean could feel his heart beating in his head and in his crotch, the intensity growing with each movement she made. Straightening up, she placed the dildo behind her, careful to align it with her entrance, and opened up her legs to let Dean continue watching.

And he could see it all.

It was better than everything he could ever imagine.

The toy was big, but she was probably very wet and very used to it, because it didn’t take long for her to lower down on it. Inch by inch, the dildo disappeared into her entrance until it was almost completely gone. Her body was bent back, her chest glistening with sweat and the cutest moan left her lips.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned. It was too much, so he rushed to open his pants, just enough to free his aching cock. The simple touch sent thousands of electrical shocks of pleasure through his body, but still, his eyes were fixed on her. “You’re so hot, I don’t think I’ll last long,” he held the base of his cock stronger to avoid his climax.

“I don’t think I’ll last long either,” she whimpered. She had started moving already, slowly, up and down on the toy. Since she was on the bed, the succion was useless and she had to hold it with one hand. Dean could see how wet she was on the dildo, and imagined how warm it had to be inside.

Another groan whistled through his teeth.

“Hmmm,” she moaned, picking up speed. “It feels so good… Dean… Look at me…”

He didn’t notice, but his gaze was so focused on the toy and her pussy, he didn’t even look at her face. Blinking hard, he looked up, and when he saw her face, twisted in pleasure, he couldn’t help it.

His hand started moving on his cock at the same rhythm as her.

“Can’t wait to be inside of you,” Dean muttered through his rashing breath. “Must feel so warm in there, and you’re so wet, fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me.”

As an answer, she moaned and closed her eyes for a second. But quickly, she set her gaze on him again, even if it had to be the most embarrassing thing she ever did. She wanted to watch him watch her, watch him stroke his cock, watch him cum with her. “Soon… I promise, soon, you’ll have me, you’ll fuck me as much as you want, whenever you want… I'm ah... All yours, Dean..."

"Y/n." Dean could only say that. Again and again, moaning her name as she continued moving on the toy. "Y/n..."

"Dean, I’m gonna cum, oh my god, I’m…”

It was stronger than her. Never before did she come with only a dildo in her, it always took her hands or a vibrator on her clit to reach the end. But right now, in front of her boyfriend masturbating with her, it was too much. It felt so good.

In an explosion of pleasure, her orgasm ripped through her in a scream. She closed her eyes, her body shaking, her wetness flooding under her and on her bed. But she so didn’t care about this right now.

It took a few moments for her to regain her hearing back, and a few more moments to open her eyes. It was strong, and she suddenly felt so tired, like the world came crashing back on her. Feeling like she could sleep for a whole day without waking up.

Y/n landed her eyes on the man in front of her. Dean had his head bent back, eyes closed, mouth parted. Lower, his cock was still a bit hard, and his release was covering his hand.

“Oh,” she said sadly, realizing she didn’t see him cum. At least, they came together.

“Oh,” Dean repeated, finally opening his eyes to land them on her. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and done,” he admitted, a silly smile filling up his face. So he was too, drunk on pleasure.

“Yeah,” she admitted, feeling her face flush with embarrassment. Wow. They did it. They actually did it. Her joy, thought, left her face quickly as she realized something. “Fuck.”

“What is it?” Dean immediately went on protective boyfriend mode when he heard the change in her voice.

“I think I…” Y/n’s voice was small, so small and shy as she lifted herself from the spot she was in, removing carefully the dildo from her, and looked at the mess she made. “It never happened before, but now my bed… I don’t think I can use it anymore… Oh no…”

“Sweetheart,” Dean rushed to her side, quickly putting himself back in his pants even if he was messy with his release as well. “It’s alright. There’s plenty of other room in the bunker, with other beds.”

“But,” she stammered, her gaze looking down at her hands. “What if I want to… Use your bed, with you?”

Y/n ended up looking up at him, their gaze meeting.

A soft kiss on her lips answered her question, and all of her insecurities washed away.

“My bed is yours, sweetheart. We can always use this room for your books, I’ll ask Sam to help building shelves and-”

Another kiss, this time, more powerful, interrupted his sentence. “God, I love you so much.”

Babum.

The words he never said back before.

Dean thought they would be hard to say. Impossible, even. But he surprised himself with how easy it actually was.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Forever taglist: @nitnat6245 @eevvvaa @wickedinspirations@fictional-affairs @awkward-and-indecisive @peachyaliien @katbratsupernaturalwhore

Supernatural Tag List: @peachyaliien @sexyvixen7 @stixnstripesworld @charred-angelwings @treat-winchesterswith-kindness @lyarr24 @fiftyshadesgrl @this-is-me19

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Fics that Live in My Mind, Rent Free (Pedro's Version) - Part 2

Welp! It seems there are link and tag limits? Who knew? Not this newb 😂😂 When I said that I've read so many good fanfics, I really meant it. Again, below the cut is a continuation of the list of some of my fave Pedro character fanfics that I've read on this site - ones I think about and revisit often. These are all fics I should have/would have reblogged if only I wasn't so weirdly nervous about it; in 2024 we will muster up some courage and reblog (it will be slow, probably, but I promise I will be trying!). This is a good time for me to also say that one of the reasons I am motivated to step out of my comfort zone on this is because of the genuine joy every comment/reblog/like has brought me this year as a new writer - thank you all from the bottom of my heart for the kind reception on anything I have ever posted. 🥹 ilysm 😘

Anyways, we press forward (Part 1 of Rent Free PPCU fics can be found here):

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian, GOAT)

Of Shadows and Roses by @the-scandalorian (Bodyguard!Din x Royalty!Reader)

All Mine by @mellowswriting (Possessive!Din after Reader uses herself as bait)

Narcissus by @bits-and-babs (Armour/mirror sex)

Looking out for you by @beskarandblasters (Jealous!Din after Reader uses herself as bait)

Cherry Liqueur by @decembermidnight (Reader teases Mando in public)

Breaking in the New House by @beskarandblasters (I love Husband!Din and Wife!Reader fics)

Javier Pena (Narcos)

Sweet Dreams by @javiscigarette (Javi can't sleep)

Phone Sex...amiright? by @tightjeansjavi (Reader calls Javi at work)

Sharing is Caring by @ezrasversion (Corrupt DEA Agent!Javi, Mafia AU!Joel Miller, Reader Threesome)

The Saint, the Sinner, and the Devil by @joelsgirl (Corrupt DEA Agent!Javi, DBF Mafia AU!Joel Miller, Reader Threesome)

MIA by @itsharleystuff (Jealous!Javi with Undercover!Reader)

Surprising Javi P with a Lingerie Set by @swiftispunk

Not here...not now by @gracieispunk (Reader visits Javi at work)

Bunny by @whatsnewalycat (Sex Phone Operator!Reader; Part 2 is great too!)

Ease by @javiscigarette (Javi takes care of Reader after a bad day)

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Say It Right, Peeping Neighbour, and Right Place, Right Time by @chaotic-mystery (All the DBF and BFD fics are amazing; these are my fave)

Quickie by @joelscruff (This falls in the middle of the Boyfriend's Dad series, but it's the first one I read and I was hooked!)

That Funny Feeling by @bluebeary-jay (Joel loves pet names 🥹)

I've Got Lust on My Tongue by @itgetsdark-x (Bratty reader a la Maddy Perez)

The Babysitter, Part 1 by @proxima-writes (There's a Part 2 as well!)

Under the Table by @toxicanonymity (A lot of good Joelkemons, but Speakeasy is a classic and maybe my fave?)

Online Friends, Sticking it to the PTA, and Caught Sunbathing by @walkintotheriveranddisappear (All of Emma's Joel fics are really hot [honestly you can't go wrong], but these are my faves)

Late Night Smoke by @bettercallwillow (Dbf smoking. sigh)

Calling Joel Daddy by @inkedells (I honestly love it when authors bold the dirty talk 🤭)

Gimme What I Want and In the Next Room by @atticrissfinch (The masterlist is some of the hottest Joel fic, if I may say so; these are my faves)

An Open Window by @velvetmud (Joel being a peeping tom; I also always hope for a sequel to this one!)

Crave by @toxic-seduction (Part 2; Reader finds Joel in the QZ)

Good Luck Charm by @javiscigarette (Joel watches the football game)

Ravish by @psychedelic-ink (Webcam Model!Reader; Part 2 is also incredible!)

I Know it When I see It by @bageldaddy (Pornstars!Joel and Readers. This series has me and everyone else, I think, in a chokehold. Reading, as well, the writer's thoughts and feelings about the porn industry and the care put into the characters is such a joy and makes the fic that much more rich)

Chaser series by @livingemkayde (Nanny!Reader and a love triangle; not finished but so good I'm happy to wait forever)

Right my Wrongs by @chloeangelic (Father in Law!Joel)

In A Feud with Her Neighbour by @proxima-writes (Read this delicious fic and the bonus scenes will be the icing on top)

Kiss and Tell by @toxic-seduction (Stepdad!Joel and mom goes away for the weekend)

Peaches and Cream by @javiscigarette (Joel buys reader peaches)

Didn't Cha Know by @chloeangelic (The Joel Reader has been pining for is her boyfriend's brother)

Gif to breakup the text block:

Camgirl by @phuckinphia (Another Camgirl but this time she's Sarah's friend 🫣)

The Right Wrong Number by @proxima-writes (Sarah's soccer coach!Reader)

Nightmares by @fruispunk (QZ!Reader has nightmares that Joel hears and mistakens for something else)

Damage Done by @bluebeary-jay (Joel accidentally triggers Reader; mind the tags. Heavy angst, heavy topic that is beautifully written)

Yes, Mr. Miller by pedropascallme (Babysitter!Reader, Part 2 Thank You, Mr. Miller is also excellent)

How Long series by @gracieheartspedro (Link is to Part 1; series is complete and wonderfully hot and emotional. Reader's boyfriend Tommy is a cheat😢)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales (Triple Frontier)

Fictional Death by @psychedelic-ink (Frankie comforts Reader)

Well Fed by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (Frankie is HAPPY 🥹)

Forest Ranger AU by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (I'm not an outdoorsy person but this AU makes me wish I was)

It's Always the Quiet Ones by @thot-of-khonshu (Frankie surprises Reader)

Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

Kinktober 2022 - Breeding by @moralesispunk (Guard!Pero and Royalty!Reader)

Bodily Exchange by @absurdthirst (Mafia AU!Pero and daughter of mafia boss Reader)

Damnation or Salvation by @absurdthirst (Pero is sent to retrieve Reader)

Dying Wish by @absurdthirst (Pero makes Reader's father a promise; okay at this point, just all of Keri's Pero fics 🤭)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Beat Poetry on Amphetamines by @psychedelic-ink (Marcus comes home hurt)

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I Kept Calling

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine requested by Anon, thank you for this I hope you like it. Any feedback is always lovely, thank you all for the requests they keep me inspired.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefanthefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez-blog @jonesyaddiction @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @hellsdragon @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh @onceuponadetectivedemigod @ceres27 @avyannadawn @noonenuts @sleepylunarwolf @coverupps @justagirlthatlovedtoread @musicistheway

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Summary: Eddie goes against his gut and goes to work even though Christopher is ill. But when he gets worse and (Y/n) can't get hold of Eddie, she has to go to the hospital on her own.

Enjoy.

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A morphed smile pulled at Eddie's lips around the toothbrush stuck between his teeth and a deep chuckle vibrated through his chest. He tilted his head to the right and leaned back a little but it didn't do him much good.

The little girl in his arm continued to bat her small fist out, aiming for the toothbrush she clearly thought was a toy he wouldn't let her have. A small gurgle left her lips and she batted her hand against his chest when she couldn't reach what she was aiming for. Her chin moved to prop up on his shoulder and she looked behind him for something else to occupy herself with, letting Eddie finally finish brushing his teeth and rinse his mouth out.

Just when he leaned over the sink to spit out the mouthwash, her legs started to swing and her feet bashed into his stomach making him groan.

"What are you doing to me, eh?" He mumbled quietly and she squealed into his shoulder and started to dribble on his dark navy blue shirt. At least she wasn't throwing up on him, he didn't have the time to change or the excuses to arrive to work with a messed up uniform.

Eddie bounced the six-month-old on his hip as he walked out the bathroom and wandered down towards Christopher's room. He had to get going in a few minutes and he wanted to say goodbye before he left.

He poked his head around the bedroom door but his smile started to fade away when he took in the sight in front of him. Christopher was sat on the floor next to the bed, wrapped up in his dressing gown with the sick bucket on his lap. He looked very pasty and grey with no trace of blood rush to his cheeks and his head was flopped against the mattress.

And then there was (Y/n), stood next to the end of the bed that she had just finished stripping. The bedding was balled up in a pile on the floor and (Y/n) had her hands on her hips when she turned around and a soft smile spread across her face.

"We had a small accident, couldn't make it to the bathroom in time," (Y/n) kept her voice soft and quiet but she smiled down at her boy to let him know neither of them were angry or annoyed. He couldn't help it, all through the night he hadn't been feeling well and he had constantly cried out for them. (Y/n) had found Eddie asleep in the bed with Christopher at midnight, staying with him had been the only thing that seemed to settle him.

And when she came in this morning to check on him and wake him up, he was trying to get out of bed but he didn't have the energy and he threw up all over the bed.

"Oh damn… you don't look so good buddy." Eddie's lips curled into a deep setting frown when Christopher barely raised his head and just about managed to look over at him and form a little smile.

"Are you going now?" (Y/n) glanced at the clock before she looked back at him and Lola who was gurgling quietly into his shoulder and kicking her legs out making Eddie jiggle and move along with her.

"I don't know if I should, he doesn't look well. I can call Cap and take the day off."

Eddie looked between the two kids before he looked back at (Y/n) and bit his lower lip. He never liked to leave Chris when he wasn't well, it played on his mind when he was at work and he couldn't settle until he was back home to look after him. And it wasn't just Chris anymore, (Y/n) would have to battle with Chris and Lola who both needed a lot of attention and care. He would feel guilty heading off to work and leaving (Y/n) with the pair of them to look after on her own.

"No, no you go, they need you. We'll be fine, it's a pyjama day anyway." (Y/n) crossed the room until she was stood in front of him and she could loop her arms around his waist, reeling herself closer to them both until Eddie took the hint and wrapped his free arm around her middle.

It was short notice to call in for the day and it wouldn't be fair when the station always needed as many hands on as possible. (Y/n) could take care of the kids, Chris was going to have a movie day on the sofa anyway and Lola wasn't a fussy baby, not really.

"I promise I'll call you if we need anything." She kissed his neck just below his ear where his sweet spot was and felt him shiver beneath her light touch. She knew he was going to worry but if anything happened he knew she would ring and tell him. Whether it was to ask him to come home because Chris was getting worse or just to let him know that he was feeling better.

"Okay," His hand moved from her waist up to cup her face so he could kiss her before she unravelled her arms from around his waist to let him move. He held Lola up in the air, grinning up at her lovingly when he brushed their noses together and pressed a big kiss to her cheek. "Bye princess." He muttered quietly before gently placing her into (Y/n)'s waiting arms.

He crossed over and bent down in front of Christopher, feeling his heart weigh heavy in his chest when he looked down at him. He didn't seem too bad, he was pale and clearly sick but he was still trying to smile and he looked like he needed a good rest.

"I gotta go now, bud. Do you want me to take you over to the sofa?" He could see that Chris didn't look like he had the energy to lift himself up, let alone walk through to the living room to collapse down on the sofa.

"Yes please," Chris nuzzled his face into Eddie's shoulder and looped his arms around his neck, giggling quietly when Eddie picked him up effortlessly and leaned him into his chest. It didn't seem to matter how old Christopher got, he always loved being carried around by his dad and Eddie loved to pick him up and swing him round. He was all for Christopher being independent and learning new skills, but he was still his little boy at the end of the day and if he wanted to be carried around, Eddie wasn't going to say no.

Eddie carried him down the hall and through into the living room and bent over the sofa, carefully laying him down before he scouted round for one of the many blankets they had lying around the house. He knew Chris would bury himself in blankets and pillows today and watch movies with (Y/n); he was in good hands.

"Here we go, alright I'll see you tonight. I love you, be good for your mum, yeah?"

"Yeah, love you."

Eddie pressed a lasting kiss to his forehead before he went to grab his bag and keys. It was only twelve hours, it would fly by.

***

"Mummy…"

(Y/n) pulled her lip between her teeth and quickly leaned over the crib to pick up Lola who was wriggling, red in the face from crying and sounding the alarm that she wanted something. She had barely been put down for her nap and she was kicking up a fuss again, most likely needing a change since she hadn't long been fed her bottle.

"Mummy!"

"I'm coming sweetheart, I'm coming," She leaned Lola in the crook of her left arm comfortably before she turned and headed out of the nursery.

Her steps were light but quick down the hallway towards the lounge where she had left Chris on his way to sleep with Scooby Doo on tv in the background for him.

When she got into the lounge, she carefully laid Lola down in the playcot beneath the baby window, letting her wriggle and whimper and kick up a fuss. She was going to have to wait a minute or settle herself back down to sleep becaise Christopher needed (Y/n) too.

"Chris, what's wrong honey?" (Y/n) could see the problem before she finished speaking. He was half sitting, half slouched on the sofa with the blue sick bucket in his lap and a mixture of juice and water dribbling from his lips. She'd kept placing new cups of juice and water on the coffee table for him so he stayed hydrated since he wasn't eating anything. But it was making him feel sick too and now anything he tried to keep down was coming back up with vengence. "It's okay," Her voice was gentle and she tried her best to smile despite her growing worry.

She knelt down on the floor in front of him and rubbed her hand up and down his back until she was sure he'd finished throwing up. And she placed the bucket back down on the floor right below him so if he couldn't grab it, at least he could lean over and aim for it.

Scanning her eyes across the coffee table, (Y/n) grabbed the thermometer and gently pushed it into Chris's ear. He didn't look too good and he was going to dehydrate himself if he carried on being sick like this.

He had a fever.

"Let's take this off, it's a bit stuffy in here," (Y/n) smiled but it didn't hide the concern in her eyes when she leaned over and helped him take off his dressing gown and move the blanket to the other side of the sofa. Keeping him warm was only going to elevate his temperature and if it got any higher it would be dangerous. She didn't like where this was going. "Okay, now let's try and get some medicine in you see if it helps."

She highly doubted he would be able to keep something as simple as calpol down when he was like this but she had to try. The one good thing about Chris when he was sick was that he didn't mind taking his medicine. Most kids his age spat it out, refused, cried and played up something rotten; Chris just took whatever medicine he was given. Even if it didn't taste nice, all he did was grimace and ask for a drink.

(Y/n) kissed his temple and helped him lay back down against the pillows before she got up and walked over to the kitchen to grab her phone. She needed to call Eddie.

No answer. Fuck.

"Hey babe, it's me… Chris still doesn't feel good and I might have to take him to the emergency room. Can you call me back when you get a minute please?"

She would give it an hour. An hour to see if the medicine did any good and see if Chris could keep a drink down and keep his temperature down. If not, she would call Eddie again and drive down to A&E with the kids.

Her eyes cast over to the crib in the corner and she felt a small swell of relief when she saw that Lola had settled herself down and was starting to nod back off to sleep. It was one less thing for (Y/n) to do if Lola could calm herself even if for a little while. She headed over to the sofa and sat down, moving Chris's legs so they rested over her lap and her hands gently rubbed up and down his legs to try and comfort him.

Every few minutes (Y/n) glanced down at her watch, wishing time would magically speed up or that Eddie would soon get her message and give her a ring. It was starting to feel like a mistake telling him to go to work rather than stay home with her. She hated being the one around when Chris was ill, Eddie was always calmer than she was and he always knew what to do. He had been trained for medical emergencies whereas she wasn't.

And people listened to Eddie.

(Y/n) didn't know what it was about him, but people always listened and accepted whatever he said. When Eddie took Chris to the doctors or down to A&E, people listened and understood. No one called him dramatic like they had done to (Y/n) once- which Eddie had threatened the man for- and people took him seriously. (Y/n) was always seen as the overprotective mother whereas Eddie was the calm rational dad who clearly knew what he was doing.

Tilting her head back, (Y/n) leaned her head on her hand and her elbow on the back of the sofa, but when she looked down at Chris after a while, her eyes narrowed.

"Sweetheart, do you feel alright?" She moved her hand from his leg up to his arm and gently rubbed his shoulder.

He looked like he was watching tv but his eyes were trained on something just to the side of the tv and they were flickering to the right quite a lot but there was something in his eyes. He was seeing through something rather than looking at it and when (Y/n) pushed up and leaned over him, she realised he was drooling on the pillow; he only did that while he was sleeping.

"Sweetheart?"

His jaw started to tick and move but it took a while for him to actually say something. "Mummy… I, I want," His voice was quiet and his words were slow and slurred and he didn't bother to turn towards her either, he stayed motionless next to her.

"What do you want?" (Y/n) brushed her finger against his cheek but when she felt his muscles start to tense and his legs go rigid on her lap, fear struck her chest.

His legs lifted slightly from her lap as they straightened and tensed like rulers and his feet bent and pointed like a ballet dancer standing on their tiptoes. The tightening sensation travelled up his body and made his arms push down and his fingers started to curl and twist before his head snapped back against the pillow, jutting his chin out in the air.

He was having a seizure.

(Y/n) moved into action, carefully getting out from under Chris's legs so she could kneel down on the floor beside the sofa in front of him rather than behind him. Her hands moved to cup his face and she leaned over, making sure he was still breathing before her finger hooked beneath his lip and gently pulled it up so she could check his mouth. His jaw was clenched tight but she was sure he wasn't biting down on his tongue; that was a relief.

He hadn't had a seizure in over a year and the last one he had barely lasted a minute, if that. The last big seizure Chris suffered had happened at night, he just managed to cry out for them and when they got in his room he was hanging on the edge of the bed. Eddie had collapsed on the floor and grabbed him before he rolled off the bed and they laid him down on the rug. It had been so bad that he pierced his tongue with his teeth and made it bleed and swell up.

"You're alright sweetheart, I'm here, shhh, you're doing so good," (Y/n) peeled his glasses off his face and put them down on the table before she carded her fingers slowly through his curls so he could feel her and knew she was still there with him.

He was mainly trembling but (Y/n) could never tell if he was conscious or aware of anything or not and he couldn't really express it afterwards. His eyes were open and visible so she tried to look as calm as possible in case he could still process and see her and she always talked to him so if he could hear, he was soothed and calmed down.

When a minute came and went, (Y/n) started to chew on her nail and her hand started to tremble through his hair.

After another minute slowly trickled by, Chris seemed to stop, the trembling started to wear off and although his muscles stayed pointed and tense, he went still except for his eyes. His eyes moved left and right like a metronome or a pendulum, slowly swinging left to right.

"That's it sweetheart,"

(Y/n) pushed herself higher up on her knees so she could lean over him but the timing was wrong. She leaned over as if to kiss his temple but his head shot back again and made her freeze before his arms locked and his body jolted forward into her. His weight and the shock knocked (Y/n) off balance and her back burned when she fell back into the coffee table with a crash.

Chris's body started to spasm and he rolled off the sofa, landing awkwardly on top of (Y/n) and his arms became trapped between their bodies, bashing both of them like he was throwing punches or fighting her.

"Fuck! Chris, baby… Shit!" (Y/n) curled her left arm behind his neck and curved her right arm over his lower waist so she could push forward back ono her aching knees and roll him off of her and onto the floor.

She kept him laid on his side so he was facing her and carefully tried to tilt his head up to keep his airways clear and open.

His spasms became furious, his arms were stuck with his elbows out and his hands curled into awful contortions and his chest pushed out while his legs jerked back and forth, bashing into (Y/n)'s thighs every few seconds. (Y/n) could hear the way his head crashed into the wooden floor but she didn't want to elevate his head or put a pillow beneath his head when he was like this so she tried to keep her hand on the back of his head.

With a deep growl, (Y/n) hit her hand around on the sofa until her fingers curled around her phone so she could ring Eddie again.

No answer.

"Eddie please call me, Chris is having a seizure- a bad one- oww, fuck! I'm gonna have to call an ambulance I need you to call me!"

Out of desperation, (Y/n) tried to dial Bobby's number just on the off chance he had his phone on him and could answer her, but she got his voicemail too. She had never actually spoken to Bobby but Eddie gave her his number in case of an emergency. They had to be out on an important call if they couldn't answer their phones, (Y/n) knew they took them out on most of their calls unless told not to.

"Hello? I need an ambulance to five Brooke Avenue. My son's having a seizure it's lasted almost four minutes without stopping and he has a fever. He's eight."

"Okay, is your son breathing? What's his name?"

"Christopher Diaz, yeah he's breathing, b-but I think he's started to bite down on his tongue. There's blood now." (Y/n) put her phone on speaker and laid it on the sofa so she could crouch down a little more and try to look but she knew he had bit his tongue this time. Blood and spit were dribbling down his chin.

"Paramedics are being dispatched to you now. Has he had seizures before?"

"Yes, but not often, this is his first one in over a year."

What kind of a call was Eddie on? How long was he going to be before he could answer his phone? He needed to get back to the station and check his phone now. (Y/n) couldn't do this on her own.

Eddie, I need you!

Crossing his arms over his chest, Eddie leaned back against the wall and glanced his eyes around the waiting area. He prayed they weren't going to be here for long, he was never good at waiting for anything, especially like this where he couldn't even be of any help or use to anyone.

Waiting with (Y/n) while she was in labour for her to dilate had been awful, Eddie hated how long it took when he had no patience for hanging around like that. But at least then he had helped (Y/n) pace up and down the room and helped her sit in different positions and talked her ear off to keep her calm.

He couldn't think of any conversation to strike up with the team while they waited for Chimney to be examined and assessed. He wasn't in a life-threatening condition, not like when he had been stabbed or when he got the metal punctured through his skull. But he was part of the team and they had to wait, they had to know he was alright.

"Wanna go grab a drink?" Buck patted Eddie's arm to gain his attention and when he nodded, Buck rose to his feet. "Anyone want a coffee?"

Eddie uncrossed his arms and pushed himself off the wall, stretching his arms above his head but he felt his heart lurch up into his throat when a sudden voice caught his attention.

"Stop! Move him he's seizing, he will choke! Why aren't you listening to me?"

Lightening shot up the base of Eddie's spine and he felt every single hair on his body stand up on end. He knew that voice, he would recognise that voice in his sleep. It was (Y/n). What the Hell was she doing in the hospital? She was at home with the kids when he left this morning-

Christopher!

He turned on his heels, pupils blown wide with panic and his body fueled on adrenaline as he scanned around the waiting area and the reception until he caught a passing glance of familiar hair and the tight fitting purple shirt (Y/n) had worn this morning which always drove him crazy.

"No, no no!" Eddie's feet moved faster than lightning and he skidded across the polished floor towards his family. He could hear (Y/n)'s quiet hiccups mixing in with Lola's tepid cries and he could see his daughter bashing and wriggling around in (Y/n)'s arm, her bright red face a mess with tears until her beady eyes clocked on him.

(Y/n) had Lola in her left arm, juggling to keep her steady on her hip and her phone was clenched in her right hand.

Her whole body jumped when Eddie stumbled up behind her, his hands finding their place on her hips as he glued himself to her back and simultaneously pulled (Y/n) back into his chest. He could feel the gasp that vibrated up through her chest and she stumbled back into him.

But when her head turned and her eyes locked on him, there were too many emotions floating around in her eyes for Eddie to focus on.

"Eddie!" (Y/n) took half a second to let relief consume her body and she relished in the kiss he pressed against her forehead before he looked down at the stretcher she had been following.

Christopher was laid on his back with his chest partially pushed up from how tense his muscles were which were making his limbs go straight as a board. His eyes had rolled to the back of his head so the whites of his eyes were the only thing visible. He looked beyond pale like he had been painted with make up for halloween and his skin was flushed with sweat but the blood that was dried along with spit around his lips made Eddie's eyes water.

"What happened?"

"Sir who-"

"I'm his father, what happened-" Eddie dug his fingertips into (Y/n)'s hips but when he did a double take down at Christopher, something raged inside him like a wildfire. "He's choking!"

Eddie let go of (Y/n) and moved closer to the stretcher until his knees bumped against the frame. When one of the paramedics dared to grab his arm to move him, venom sparked in his eyes that set alight. His jaw ground down and he flung his arm out, silently telling the man to get away from him before he lost his very controlled temper.

He heard (Y/n) mutter an 'I told you' to the paramedic and it broke his heart even more but he had to try and focus if they weren't going to listen or help.

"Alright son, come here," Eddie held the back of Chris's neck and his leg and carefully turned his tense body until he was laid on his right side, facing him. Then Eddie crouched down to be level with him and tilted his head back.

He was lucky he had done training for this sort of thing and when Christopher was little his seizures were more prominent so Eddie had taken a course. He had to know how to administer emergency anti-convulsant meds to Chris if his seizures didn't stop. He was shown how to safely open Chris's mouth if his jaw was locked and how to push a dissolvable pill under his tongue which would hopefully stop the meds. Eddie was also shown how to move his tongue if and when he started to choke during a seizure.

Chris was strong but due to his cerebal palsy, he didn't have great muscle control and that went in Eddie's favour whenever he had to do something like this. It was easy to wiggle Chris's jaw loose and open his mouth and with two fingers, Eddie hooked them around his tongue and pulled it back so he could breathe.

Chris took a large gulp of air which seemed to fuel him into trembling more but he wasn't flinging and spasming his limbs out like he had been earlier, he was locked tight now.

"There you go, buddy." Eddie rubbed his hand up and down Chris's back and checked his pulse while he was there just to be safe but he knew he had barely choked for more than twenty seconds. It wouldn't cause any lasting damage or further problems. But as he kept his hand on Chris's back, Eddie turned his head to the left and his eyes went wide when he looked at (Y/n).

"He chomped down on his tongue during his seizure when I called 911 which you should have known. It's swollen and therefore a choking hazard so if I tell you something, as his mother you should listen to me. Get him to a doctor, now."

A quiet 'damn' passed through Eddie's lips as a small bubble of pride burst in his chest as he pulled away from the stretcher. He curled his arms around her and pulled her back into his chest, eyeing the paramedics carefully when they started to wheel the stretcher again.

(Y/n) could see in the ambulance that he wasn't going to stay conscious for long. The seizure wore off when the medics arrived but Chris had stayed tense and locked in place and he had been only half conscious, he could barely talk at all. He bit his tongue deeply and it swelled up immediately so (Y/n) knew if he seized again he was liable to choke if he wasn't in the recovery position.

They never listened to her.

"I called, Eddie I kept calling and I- I tried Bobby but I couldn't get through… I didn't know what to do he kept seizing, five full minutes he stayed in one-"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry baby," When she turned round in his arms, Eddie pressed a hand to the back of her head and kept the other tight around her waist, reeling her in until she was as close as possible with Lola wedged between them.

His phone was still in the truck. He didn't have a ziplock bag to keep it in and they were at a flooded house this morning, he didn't want to drop it in the water, then when Chimney got hurt he forgot to grab it back from the truck.

He should have checked in on them.

Eddie kissed the side of (Y/n)'s head before he locked eyes with Bobby stood a few feet away. Great, the whole team had seen an episode of his life that he would prefer to keep behind closed doors. A silent conversation passed between them and Bobby nodded, letting him know he could go with his family, as far as they were concerned Eddie's shift was now over.

His family needed him.

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"Babe…"

Eddie's tired eyes looked from (Y/n) towards the door to see what she was looking and nodding towards but he felt his heart drop to his stomach like a sinking stone when he looked through the open blinds. The team. They were stood in the corridor, trying to peer through the window to check how they were doing.

They were a family and Eddie was part of this family, they wouldn't leave him behind without checking on him.

"I'll go talk to them."

"You could let them in, you know. We don't bite," (Y/n) dragged her fingers through her hair but she managed a smile that sent Eddie's heart pulsing.

He didn't tell the team about his family, something just told him to stay private. He was so used to keeping his private life away from his work life, it wasn't normal for him to introduce the two worlds together. But he knew Hen's wife and son, he knew Bobby and Athena and her children, he knew Buck's sister Maddie and they all talked to him and asked him out for drinks after work.

Maybe letting the two world collide wouldn't be such a bad thing. It would be new people for Chris to charm and a few more people for (Y/n) to be close to who understood what it was like.

He kissed her cheek and brushed his thumb across her jaw before he headed over to the door to brief them all before he allowed them in.

Eddie could feel the nerves and adrenaline coming to life in his stomach and he cradled the back of Lola's head, tucking her a little tighter into his chest as if to keep her calm when he knew she was fast asleep snugged into his shirt.

"Is everything okay, how are they doing?" Bobby had his arms crossed over his chest but his expression was the picture of calm and serene, as always. He was stood beside Buck who was sat in the chair across from Chris's room next to Hen whose face lit up when she noticed the bundle resting in Eddie's arms.

"It's all okay now… that was my son, Christopher. He has an infection and it brought on some bad seizures but he's on antibiotics now. This is my daughter, Lola, and through here is my fiancee (Y/n). They'd like to meet you all,"

Eddie opened the door and walked through, leading the three of them into the room behind him where Christopher was sat up and awake, looking a bit more like himself.

"Guys, this is Christopher. Chris, these are my friends who I work with down at the station, they've come to see you."

Eddie wasn't surprised that Buck was the first one to sit down next to Chris and introduce himself. They were similar in mental age, Buck had a childlike side to him that was playful and easy going, he would click with Chris like two friends at school together. And Bobby perched himself at the foot of the bed, smiling as he introduced himself to (Y/n).

When Hen started to coo and rub at Lola's cheek, Eddie started to relax and a smile took over his face.

This wouldn't be so bad after all.

#eddie diaz imagine #eddie diaz x reader #eddie x reader #imagine #911 imagine #911 #911 fox #evan buckley #bobby nash

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feukt-42 · 2 months

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The most interesting part with Leda for me, is that for all of the murder she does, she doesnt seem to enjoy it in any way. When she fights Ansbach, the Hornsent, Thiollier or you, she always seems to express some form of regret at having to kill you. Of course, she doesnt actually have to kill anyone, she is just very quick to use murder as a solution, but it doesnt seem to stem from a desire to hurt others, it feels like she genuinely believes this is the only way forward.

She says she is mistrustful of others, and while that convo is kinda funny, it really does feel like she has lost all trust in mankind. In the dialogue about Hornsent's crusade, while most people remember the "they were never saints" part, I mostly remember "Man is by nature a creature of conquest". It really does speak to how she views people, and it seems like she believes Miquella's forced age of compassion is the only way to change things for the better, that without his control, everyone would just constantly be at each other's throats. It almost makes me wonder about the needle kights. Did she kill them for the same reason ? Were they actually disloyal to Miquella ? Was there already infighting before she came along ? Whatever the case, Leda is now utterly convinced of Miquella's cause, and is ready to do anything to bring him to power.

It's a very interesting dynamic with Miquella, who is always portrayed as a very hopeful figure, always trying to create a kind and compassionate world, while Leda is a very pessimistic one. She seems to almost embody his "through whatever means necessary" philosophy. Had Miquella succeeded, i could almost see her taking on a role similar to the one Messmer took for Marika, an enforcer, someone who does the dirty jobs so their god can keep their hands clean. Hell, she's almost started to do it by herself, Miquella wouldn't even need to ask her.

#shadow of the erdtree #shadow of the erdtree spoilers #elden ring #sote #sote spoilers #elden ring spoilers #needle knight leda #kindly miquella #she is so interesting to me #i am spinning her in my head like a microwave #i want to put her under a microscope

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oo-artsy-oo · 3 months

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What if the hornsent were trying to make empyreans with the Saint Jars? The hornsent seemed to have created the divine tower but why did they never ascend? And Marika, a Shaman, is able to betray them and “steal” godhood?

The Shaman, which may have been Numen women, possibly arrived on the boats found on the Cerulean coast, are used in this pot ritual as a kind of glue.

These shaman were able to ‘meld’ with the flesh of others. Possibly being the ingredient that ties all the souls and flesh together, a Shaman is a person who can interact with spirits, maybe as well as unifying them physically by melding the flesh together, the Shamans are able to unify the spirits, maybe not into one soul, but unify their goals or intentions.

Not all Shaman are empyreans though, to be clear. Empyreans are beings who are deemed fit to become a god.

The known empyreans are:

Miquella

Melania

Marika

Ranni

An interesting part of all of these characters is their ability to “split” their soul into two or more beings, or at least, share their very being with another.

Miquella + St Trina

Melania + her daughters (the god of Rot)

Marika + Radagon

Ranni + ???

In Ranni’s case, I’m unsure of what her split identity was. It is stated: Ranni had her own empyrean flesh slain. She, like Melina, is a bodiless soul and since we don’t hear much about Ranni before she became what she is currently, we can’t really know what it was that made her worthy as an empyrean.

So, what is an Empyrean?

As I said before, Empyreans are those who are fit to become a god. But what actually makes them worthy?

To become a God, an empyrean must align themselves with the influence of an outer god, and become its vassal. Watching Miquella’s ascent to godhood, shows us that he needs to divest himself of his flesh, he also divests certain psychological aspects, such as his doubts and his love.

So to become a God, one must divest themselves of their flesh? Things that tie them to the corporeal realm.

The Vitruvian man shows an image of a man posed two different ways, one, which fits perfectly within a square and one that goes beyond the bounds of the square to fit within a circle. In regard to the vitruvian man, the man in the square, is mean to represent earthliness, being rooted within the confines of the mortal/material world. The man in the circle, is mean to represent the infinite or divinity.

In regards to Marika and radagon, their statues always portray them in unique poses. Radagon is always standing straight, head held high and his arm out to the side at a 90° angle. Marika on the other hand is often standing with her head stooped low as if looking down, her arms are curved upwards, her hands meeting the height of her head.

To me, this shows that Radagon represents the corporeal and/or human aspects, this is further shown by Radagon’s fervent faith and loyalty to divinity, he is looking up to the heavens and is depicted in front of a lattice which could symbolise support. He attempted to mend the Elden ring by implementing this lattice into its very design.

Whereas Marika, she represents the divine and eternal aspects, from the point of view of those seeing the statues, Marika’s likeness would be looking down at them, divinity is always shown to be superior to those stuck in the corporeal plain. She is also depicted in front of a shawl styled similarly to velificatio (a stylistic way to depict deities in ancient Roman art). The shawl may also be a depiction of her veil.

Back to the Vitruvian man, the theory behind this artwork is that a human is both earthly and divine, having aspects of both plains.

This is shown in the empyreans with their two seperate personas. Maybe, the way one becomes a god, is to divest themselves of their corporeal aspects and give themselves to an outer god. Miquella, in becoming a god divested himself of St. Trina, and Marika must’ve divested herself of Radagon. This doesn’t mean that those parts of themselves are killed, as St. Trina is not dead and neither is Radagon. Similarly with Malenia, it is said that after defeating her, she will “bloom” once more and become a god. Interestingly, all of her daughters kill eachother in battle, which would divest her of her human aspects, and yet it is said that even those ‘children’ will bloom again, becoming scarlet Valkyrie’s.

All of the current empyreans have shaman blood through Marika/Radagon. And since shamans have the ability to meld with others, maybe that aspect of them is what makes them eligible to become gods? Being able to meld with their chosen outergod.

Also, I don’t believe Miquella joined with an outer god. He created the unalloyed gold, able to propel outer gods. Miquella became his own god, creating his own order, abandoning the Elden ring (this can be shown in his circlet’s description.)

Anyway, another rant xD

#elden ring shadow of the erdtree #elden ring sote spoilers #elden ring lore #elden ring #elden posting #marika the eternal #radagon of the golden order #miquella the unalloyed #melania blade of miquella #ranni the witch #empyrean

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litiyerses · 9 months

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calypso having an emotion-centered character and being viewed & getting treated as the ‘evil woman’ is actually a reflection of how every woman's emotions are villainized when they’re shown vividly and are a main part of their character in popular media.

in general media and riordanverse specifically, women with emotions are always looked down upon because showing emotions is regarded as a dramatic act so when a female character shows and acts on their emotiotions they get degraded and instantly despised because of it. this is done with every single female character while male characters who show emotion are treated like saints and found worthy of self redemption. this happened with annabeth when she didn’t want to believe luke was the bad guy and wanted to try bring him back because she was manipulated by him her entire life, meanwhile luke, who did batshit crimes like causing hundreds of innocent deaths, manipulating little girls by flirting with them, admitting his crush to a 16 year-old at his ripe age of 23, is remembered as a hero and considered ‘redeemed himself’ after sacrificing himself while annabeth was called insufferable when she didn’t believe he was evil in the first place. let’s not forget piper, who’s a lesbian that was forced into a relationship with a man by a goddess and thought she was in the wrong for not feeling right with jason. during the entire relationship she was experiencing a very hard comphet and couldn’t figure herself out because of the fake memories, everybody was bashing her when she was acting confused, when she was, in fact confused. i have a longer post about this specific topic, so if you guys wanna check it out it’s right here.

coming back to calypso, first we need to clear out the misconceptions about her curse on percy that affected annabeth. she wasn't blind nor was personally attacking annabeth, her curse was to make someone feel like how she was feeling all time and that’s why percy and annabeth couldn’t reach out to one another while being right next to each other. annabeth’s blindness came from the titan she defeated in the sea of monsters and is actually the first curse to be put by the arai on them, so it has nothing to do with calypso. the curse was affecting annabeth because she happened to be the person percy loved and was right next to him. if percy was there alone either percy would feel alone and abandoned or the curse wouldn’t affect him at all, since there’s no person he can go back to save. and the curse itself wasn’t even a death wish type of curse she just wanted to be heard, be acknowledged and wanted free off her island. not to forget the curse wasn't harming or killing any of them yet it’s still demonized more than by literally every other thing that happened in the books. nothing luke has ever done is seen as evil as her curse just because it was by her and i’m pretty positive if something like this was shown in pjo by luke it would be glossed over and romanticized in the fandom. further proof of how a male character's actions get brushed off and forgiven easily but soon a female character does something even slightly questionable they get villainized on the spot.

she is also despised because she doesn't let everyone's favorite man get away with his misogynistic stuff. calypso doesn't treat leo any worse than he treats her. whenever she starts arguing it is a response to something leo has said or done, which in the most case she's in the right but leo gets so much slack from his past and being fandom favorite to be held accountable for the way he treats people. he's always been written as a misogynist, he never treated any women with any respect. he always had some sort of disrespect for every female character he seems have some sort of closure with like piper, hazel, calypso, the list goes on, but yet calypso is always expected to be more 'tolerable and understanding' bc of his trauma, as if every single character in the series isn't written upon a single trauma they had and have their character built on it. and he always had a problem dealing with others and their emotions and instead of expecting him to be working to change that, calypso is expected to adjust his manners.

oddly enough, she's also expected to show some gratitude towards leo for saving her, when she never asked him to do so and not for a second believed that he was actually going to come back when he said he would. is she grateful that he came back and freed her? yes. should she feel any obligations to make him feel greater because of it? NO. everything leo did for calypso was his and only his choice and nobody else's. calypso is happy that he did so, but expecting her to tolarate every single thing he does solely because of that is wrong.

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theanxiousbookdevourer · 4 months

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I'm finally starting to get the love for Jean—but I still think he's a jerk.

After playing Disco Elysium for the first time, I was pretty baffled as to why people seemed to like Jean so much. In my experience, he had only ever made fun of us when we radioed in. He was constantly critical of us and basically seemed to hate our guts.

Then I played again. And again. And again. And I think I get it now.

(Disco Elysium spoilers. Also, "ridiculously long post" warning.)

Jean is supposed to be our partner. Lt. Kim Kitsuragi can put up with us because he's a saint, but imagine how hard it is to try to keep someone afloat when you're always on the brink of drowning yourself.

If you have high Esprit de Corps while on the radio, you can learn Jean actively tries to protect us, despite making fun of us beforehand.

He's upset about what we said, though. He's upset about what we did. He's upset about the fact that he's spent so much of his life worrying about us, and then we went and told him we didn't need him.

So he decides to have fun for once. He shows up in a blond wig and sunglasses to look like Guillaume Bevy, thinking we'll catch on.

But we don't.

He also specifically references the fact that we told him to leave (except in a much less pleasant way than that).

Even when we almost get it, we don't, really.

We say we can't imagine working with him anymore, hypothetically speaking.

He says the same thing. But it isn't so hypothetically.

We may not recognize him, but somewhere deep down, we recognize the feeling he gives us. We may have forgotten almost everything else, but we haven't forgotten what it was like to be partners.

And despite his best attempts, he can't forget either.

If Cuno's there to defend us at the end, Jean claims he's only letting us return because of the kid. But that's not the only reason.

And if we end up alone, he still can't help but feel sad.

He leaves the door open for us...

... but things will really have to change. And based on the text from Shivers, it seems pretty unlikely.

So do I think Jean is perfect? No. He can be a jerk. He makes fun of us and doesn't understand the depths of our struggles. This post by palms-upturned explains that really well.

But Jean is also tired of drowning. In some ways, I think he feels exactly like that Coupris we crashed. If he had stayed on with us, he would have drowned too. And there would have been no bringing him back.

So I don't know. Do I love Jean? No. Not really. I still have my reservations. But I think anyone who has ever held onto someone so tightly, especially one who says they don't want to get better (and can say it twice)...

... can understand how Jean feels. If only for a moment.

Maybe if we do go back, we find a way to make amends. Maybe Jean will learn more about us and realize there is something wrong, and he shouldn't beat us up for it. Maybe he can let go of the bitterness. It is as Miss Oranje Disco Dancer herself said:

The world can change. People can change. We can change. And I really hope we will.

#disco elysium #disco elysium spoilers #harry du bois #jean vicquemare

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pvnks0ul · 11 months

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when i kissed the teacher (18+)

◈ professor!riri w. x fem!reader

sypnosis: When the course of her marriage has run awry, Riri finds herself entertaining your little crush on her.

⚠︎: deluded & kinda obsessed!reader, college student!reader, age gap, cheating, a lil dramatic coz it's in readers pov mostly, older (think late 20s-early 30s) + married!riri, car ess ee ecks, strap on (reader receiving) + oral (RW receiving), no resolve (sry lol), lil plot 4 🌽, sub!reader/Dom!riri, smut under the cut + ! amateur writing ! (Your only warning)

"Mhmm..fuck–!" Riri mewls as her hand shoves your head deeper into her cunt, your tongue pacing the most intimate part of her before licking a stripe up to her clit, kneading it just how she taught you, "Y-yeah, just like that."

Riri knew no argument would justify her continuous crimes of adultery but with you being just around the corner conveniently after each one made it easy to cough up excuses. She was very aware of the crush you had on her, so she always made sure to smile in your very general direction, calling on you first if your hand was raised because she liked the way you'd bashfully take on th challenge, even if you weren't completely sure of it.

It's not like you were a saint either. Infact, some would say you were even worse. Especially after you were caught spitefully facing the wedding picture of her and Raven, the wife, down in the early mornings if you arrived to class before her. She tried to talk to you about how disrespectful it was, but you didnt seem to care as she didnt even notice till you said something about her ring.

That landed you your first referal from her, alone. You liked riri, but were still highly upset! You just wanted her to focus in class with no distractions. You weren't actually trying to be disrespectful. Riri senses this from across the room. She watches you solemnly after you'd rolled your eyes at her. And that was just unacceptable, she had to make sure you knew that which is why she makes sure the door is locked, checking the empty hallways and unpinning the little piece of fabric that covers the window in the door before pulling out a chair next to your desk.

You'd been acting out of character alot lately and she just wanted to check in. She cared a little too much & got a little too close. The supportive hand on your knee, turned into you laying your head on her shoulder, and ended with her blouse sleeves rolled up to her elbows as she worked her way knuckle deep between your sticky thighs, lowly whispering praises as you spread yourself to accept more of her from under the desk.

When it's over, your looking at her with nothing but pure unfiltered adoration and it's bad for Riri. It's terrible for her because she doesn't feel like she just did the worst thing possible by betraying her wife instead, she was thinking about when the next time she'd be able to have you again.

Mewling around her mound, you find yourself desperate for her approval. Your brown orbs glancing up for her usual nod of approval only to find her head is thrown back against the seat of her car. Thats how you know she really needed this and you cant blame her. Spending all day in a stuffy classroom only to come home to a nagging incompetent wife just couldnt be a desirable life for anyone, you tear up sometimes just thinking about how hard it must be for Riri.

"C'mon baby." she grunts, her eyes finally gracing you, her lids were low but still, it was enough to motivate you. You groan into her at the petname, circling her clit before sucking it into your mouth and she ruts against you desperately. Your only purpose was to make her bust in your mouth again.

It takes just a few more seconds of you lapping over her pussy to have her quivering thighs clenching around your head. And you love it, the lack of air encouraging you to continue, if anything. Riri grinds her hips against your face, a hint of a whine slips past her lips as she rides her high out on you. You keep going, trying to lick her dry, suckling right from her creamy hole, Riri sucks her bottom lip under her teeth at the sight and she wants you to keep going but once she reaches the end of it she's pulling your head away by your ponytail, not wanting to overstimulate herself. You whine at this, but settle for laying your head on her quaky leg until she comes down.

"C'mere." Riri demands in a hush tone. You use her sticky thighs as support to lift yourself up, sliding right into her lap, your thighs being separated by her bare one and she grips your chin, forcing you impossibly closer into her bubble. Her dark brown almost black orbs hypnotic and locking you in their lustfilled haze as they dropped to your wet lips before back up to your blown out eyes.

You're so beautiful and she cant tell you that because she knows how you get. It was an aggravating cycle. She'll give you a compliment and then you'll bombard her with a good 50 or so questions concerning reasons why she won't choose you than.

And every single time it always ends up with you sulking back into the passenger seat, not wanting to finish anything you started as fat tears cascaded down your cheeks, asking her to drop you off or notably ditching her class the next day.

So she admires you in secret while her thumb swipes away at the slick of your full bottom lip. She brings it to her own mouth, sucking her juices off her finger in one swift motion. You gape at the vulgar display infront of you.

She brings her face closer and a gasp slips past your lips, now brushing lightly against the other, "You're gonna get in trouble.." You speak, referring to your lipstick stained lips, developing a perfect pout and Riri has no choice but to give in. She rolls her eyes before tilting her head and leaning forward, "..If that happens I'll handle it." she corrects you, finally connecting your mouths in a dreamy kiss, you push your chest into hers with a moan, kissing back with just as much intensity and her rough hands drop to fiddle with the ends of your skirt, pushing the fabric up your plush hips.

She smirks against you when she finds that you dont have any panties on, she lays her hand dormant on your mound excluding her thumb as she uses it to dip between your warm folds, cooing proudly to find it absolutely sopping. You press your chests together her with a whimper, "m-more, Riri!"

She complies, "Course..", her fingers playing with the tip of your puffy clit, your hips twitching into them, "What is it? Can't handle me no more?" she mumbles. You shake your head no, you were just so sensitive because of how busy and negligent– she’d been this week when you were becoming accustomed to getting her every night. It felt like you would cum right now if she'd asked for it.

Riri smirks at the sour expression on your face, "All you want is for someone to rub on your pretty little clit, huh?" her cool breath fans your burning cheeks as you shamelessly follow each roll of her thumb across the bud,

You nod your head at whatever she just said and she knows that look on your face, you’re close... but already?

Just when you're on the brink of a climax, you grab at her wrist and yank it away from your heat, your thighs closing with a quickness. Riri cuts her eyes at you, curious to what you're doing. You wanted to finish with her inside but if you so much as let her get a few more strokes in, it'd be too late because you don’t think you have energy to go again.

You pant against her dress shirt as she holds you up with her hands around your back, "Do you have it with you?"

And Riri catches onto what you mean, she settles you with one hand while reaching in the small black tote bag in the backseat with wet fingers.

"When I'm coming to see you..." . She returns with the harness–attached dildo and you can feel your hole clench around nothing at just the thought of being full again. "Always." she speaks in that raspy tone.

"Up." Riri taps your side, signalling you to move so she can slide it pass her thighs and you happily abide.

She guides you over it once its secured, using your slick as lubricant for her dark brown piece she lines it up with your hole and settles it half way in.

Your eyes are already closing shut as the curved girthed allowed it to touch both sides of your walls, "Nmph-! Fuck!", Your hips twitch, not sure if you can handle all of it, worried she's too big. How'd you ever get it all in before?!

Riri disagrees, gripping the globes of your ass, spreading them as she pushed her pelvic up into you, opening you to fit her like a glove with each thrust earning her high pitched shudders against her ear as you held her dress shirt between closed fists, "S'too much.."

She scoffs at this, "You wanna be good for me, right?" She whispered lowly, rubbing at the smooth skin of your hips.

"Y-yeah, for y-you–!" You groan while holding her face in your hands, admiring all the little details you could see from up here and Riris chest burns at your words, more specifically the last bit. You never failed to keep her wrapped around your fingers when you always said shit like that.

Riri kisses your palm before bottoming out with a final push in. Your spine feels like it'll break from how fast you arched it on impact, your wet clit pressing into the bottom of her white shirt and waist band of her boxers and you're already shaking against her.

Riri holds the ends of the back of your thighs, trying to be patient and wait for you to calm down but you whimpering in the crease of her neck was not helping, she swallows thickly, thinking of ways to try and prevent herself from slamming you down on her dick, "...lemme know when."

It takes a good minute for the pain to subside, for you to feel the familiar inkling of heat in the pit of your belly, waiting to blaze so, you swirl your hips a bit, the tip scraping the bottom of your cervix with each one and you desperately need more.

"Oh fuck!" you use Riris shoulders to lift yourself a few inches before plunging, your sap drenching her legs and creating a noticeable puddle on the fabric under the strap from how long you were warming her.

The girth of her faux brushing your walls almost teasingly from how horrible you were at fucking yourself, but with the way your thighs were starting to burn so easily, you wouldn’t be able to do finish on your own. You just needed a little bit of help.

"Please.." You whined into her, buzzing with ecstasy, messy thighs pathetically quivering as you opened yourself for her viewing pleasure, "I– just want you to fuck me, Riri.." she doesnt hear whatever else you managed to slur, too busy eying your pussy in awe of your pink slit just barely swallowing all 8 inches down to the base.

She quiets you with a sweeter more innocent kiss while pressing the button on the side to recline her seat, letting you rest while she takes care of it.

Riri grabs you by your waist, your head tucked as your shuddered breaths pricked the skin of her neck, steadily she ascends your lower half before bringing you back down with a wet slush, repeating her steps over again. Each gasp gets stuck in your throat as her dick stretches you out and stirs all the creaminess inside, making goosebumps rise on your skin with every thrust.

You whine louder, acrylics breaking through the sleek material of her shirt, nipping her skin as you felt the fire in your belly turn inflammatory, she was fucking you so good and you didnt want her to stop but the clenching was inevitable, halting her strokes in their place with each one.

Riri reluctantly slows to a stop, she could feel your ass jiggling but now she wanted to see it all for herself. Your eyes dart open immediately after, and you're frowning down at her because you were so close.

"Turn around, I wanna see sum."

Riri holds your thighs and the base of the strap so she can pull out smoothly. They slide up to your waist when you sat down with your back to her chest and you could feel her pebbled nipples against your skin.

She bites down harshly on her bottom lip as she enters you again, your crying and panting as she sunk deeper but she knew you'd get off better this way.

"Yeah, i know..." she coos sincerely trying to soothe your nerves, "...but you gotta take all of it f'me." she holds you down with her free hand as she effortlessly grazed that soft spot once again, grinding into you at an unsteady rhythm.

Riri pushes your back in and your back forms a perfectly sharp arch, she grabs handfulls of the flesh in one hand before smacking down on the other. The pained yelp you let out contrasted drastically to the gush of juices you leaked over her dick and already messy boxers. She does it again, switching sides and kneading the sore skin of the one that got spanked then spreading to see the aftermath.

Riri groans at the sight of clear strings creating ill shaped webs dripping at both holes. Boldly, she releases your ass and presses her thumb into the crease, going all the way down, lubricating the pad before pressing into your button. You whimper at her curious prodding & rubbing but never once did you tell her to stop.

Your head lowers in shame from how much you were enjoying this as you gave her a better angle to fuck you from, just shutting your eyes as you let her have her way with you.

Riri bounces you on her lap a few times, the sound of your pussy turning her on even more, "You're real dirty, baby." She mocks while removing her thumb, drawing her arms around your waist and forcefully bringing you back to her chest, her faux shifting inside of you.

She moves down your mound, brushing over the tip of your clit before thrumming harder, playing with the silky bud. You squeak & squirm, reaching down to try and stop her but all she does is thrust her hips up in response.

Everything was starting to move too fast for you as she swirled all 4 of her fingers over your sensitive nub, her hips working into you at the same time and all you could do was pathetically wait for it to come crashing down.

"God—ah! 'gonna make me cum!" you wail pitifully and it really is pathetic how quick it was but you truly couldnt help it.

"Uh-huh..." She hums, her grip becoming harsh as she pulls on you with so much vigor your ass starts to clap against her bare thighs. Riri bites her bottom lip as she fucks you harder, your pussy squelching endlessly just for her, "Go 'head then baby, dont make me wait for it." You nearly go cross-eyed at her accent, sloppily grinding your clit into her gungy palm for more stimulation as she brings you over the edge with a final roll of her hips.

Your whole body spasms as you cry out her name, Riri watches in amazement, her hands gripping on your hips and leaving deep dents in their wake as you whine and pant and tremble ontop of her.

"Breathe, mama." she encouraged before she kissed behind your ear. Riri continues to pump you sloppily, helping you through the overstimulation since your thighs were still trembling and you weren't forming coherent sentences. Just biting down on your already swollen lips as a desperate attempt to hide the taboo eruption, clinging onto her for dear life and Riris buzzing under you. She wants to fuck you again. Have your short acrylics scratching up her back, neck and thighs but she knows it’s not a good idea. Especially since you’d definitely miss your curfew for the umpteenth time.

She's gauging your every move before she takes a chance and leans in, grazing her teeth at the bottom of your neck to prep for the fresh row of hickies even when she knows she shouldn’t be leaving evidence muttering, “You did so good f’me.” After each one and she prays it distracts you enough for her to effectively slide her wet piece out.

was kinda scared to post this one butttt, imma thug it out for my riri girlies ‹𝟹🥲

🔖: @sapphicbarbz @shurislover @s0lam33y (special thanks to @lppriceisright for proof-reading some of this for me!!)

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The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch5

Description - progress is made with soap in this chapter. The sweet boy is feeling guilty for upsetting and scaring her when he found her. He needs to win her back now! Gaz is still lovely sweet Gaz. John is as captainy as ever and Ghost is still suspicious af! Enjoy!

*Ghost's POV*

The asset was acting strange. I had followed her when I heard the room door open and she was clearly looking for something, she did seem to give up and go to bed immediately so I decide it best to leave it for the night and warn the others in the morning. I sleep lightly, listening out for other suspicious activity. All I hear for the remainder of the night is small shuffling noises and the occasional whimper.

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

The low timbre of voices through the walls is what finally brings me out of my half-sleep half panicked state. I stay under the bed and try to listen but can only pick out certain words. There voices sound like a low buzz. 'Hereford' and 'Kate' and 'Wheels up today' are what I pick up before an unexpected knock on the door startles me. I hadn't even heard the footsteps approaching because I was too tuned into trying to figure out what was being said.

"Laika? It's me, Kyle" - "Kyle..?" I whisper back, unsure. "Sorry, Gaz.. it's Gaz" the voice replies, slightly muffled by the door. "Gaz.." I sigh, trying to mask the relief in my voice, "Yeah..?" I ask quietly, wondering what he was wanting. "Laika, I can hardly hear you from the door, can I open it and just stand in the doorway? Promise not to come all the way in" He enquires politely. "Oh, uhm, yeah, let me-" the door opens before I can get from under the bed and act like I'd had a normal nights sleep. Shit!

*Gaz's POV*

The first thing that hits me when I open the door is the smell. That's my bodywash and shampoo. Citrus and tobacco - Price loves the tobacco one, always appreciates it when I cover myself in that scent. I try not to groan. That means she had showered using our products.. mmm.

I quickly notice that she isn't on the bed, but instead, peering at me nervously from the floor beyond the bed. "Shit, love, did you fall?" I move to make my way around the foot of the bed to help her up. She tenses up slightly at my movement which stops me in my tracks immediately. "Hey, its ok.. just want to help you up" I offer, trying to keep my voice as gentle as possible.

She slowly stands unaided and drops her blanket back on the bed, she crouches down and retrieves a pillow from under the bed too. Thats when I realise she hadn't fallen off the bed, but instead holed herself up, underneath the bed. She had been scared. That is typical nesting behaviour of anxious Beta's and Omega's. "Oh, Laika.. you should have come and said you didn't feel safe. C'mon downstairs, I'll make you a cuppa, we have a big day today."

*Laika's POV*

I allow Gaz to coax me from my useless excuse of a nest. I follow him downstairs, to the kitchen. I do step closer to him when I spot the masked one - Ghost - staring me down as I walk past the armchair he was sitting on. His eyes are narrow and sharp. Terrifying.

"Find what you were looking for?" He grunts, in that rough, harsh voice of his. I freeze behind Gaz and whimper. How had he known I was out of my room last night. Oh God, he is going to kill me.. I start to breathe heavily. Gaz is looking at me with suspision now too. I can't handle the scrutiny of their stares. "What were you looking for, Laika?" Gaz asks hesitantly, trying not to sound like he is accusing me of anything, but struggling.

I start to stutter a reply, "I- I uhm - I.." -

"What's going on here?" The pack Alpha comes through the door. I am now completely surrounded. I feel ashamed. "The girl was rooting about down here last night" Ghost states in a cold, flat voice. "Were you?" the Captain asks. I nod, tears pooling again. I can feel my chin wobble to. Gaz tsks in disappointment too. That noise from him almost snaps my resolve.

Captain Price steps forward and clasps my shoulder in his large, strong hand. I whimper and turn my head away, terrified of the punishment they were about to give me. "What were you looking for? Tell the truth.." he asks bluntly. It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order.

I turn to a disapointed, borderline pissed off looking Gaz, my chin wobbling and admit "Y-your jacket". He looks up to me with his brow forrowed. "The harddrive wasn't even in my jacket so that was pointless" Gaz says to me, and his team. "Tha-that's not.." - "my handkerchief.. I- I couldn't sleep.." I keep stuttering and interuptting myself. God, I'm useless!

"You're handkerchief" Ghost grunts, "We are supposed to believe that?!" - "It's my only belonging.. I-I can't lose it" I sniffle. "I promise.. I didn't do anything.. if he followed me, he will know that is the truth" I add. Gaz turns away and leaves the room. My heart sinks, he has left me with two Alpha's - one of which I am terrified of and the other, who is in charge of my fate. "You better start telling the truth" Ghost threatens. "Simon.." the Captain warns.

"We are going back to base today, in Hereford. We are meeting with Laswell and we will all have a long hard chat about.. this" the captain gestures with his hands. They're going to interrogate me. I whimper. I hear steps jogging down the stairs. Gaz rounds the corner, entering the room and stepping in front of me. "She was telling the truth, look!" He pulls a familiar piece of fabric out from his jacket pocket that he had carried downstairs. I sigh in relief, desperately wanting Gaz to stop showing them my handkerchief and give it back to me. He holds it out to me and smiles. I grab it and start weeping, shoving it in my face for reassurance. He steps forward again and pushes my hair back behind my ears.

"Shh, I knew you weren't lying. Don't worry. Laswell will sort you out. Kate's a legend" he reassures. "Thank you, Kyle" I whisper through drying tears. He strokes my face "it's fine, it's no problem". Ghost sighs and sits back down, Price comments that its going to be wheels up in an hour and then Soap comes crashing down the stairs, "Used that tobacco bodywash again, Gaz? You know Pricey boy loves that stuff!" he says excitedly, before sniffing the air near Gaz before his eyes draw immediately to me. I shrink under his hungry gaze.

"Not me.." Gaz says lightheartedly. "Awkt our little Bug wants to smell like her new pack.." he teases. Ghost growls. "We are not her new pack Johnny". Gaz steps closer to me.

"Boys, ENOUGH!" The captain bellows. I flinch. I then realise I have grabbed Gaz's sleeve in my fright. "Stop taking the piss. Get your bags packed and bring them downstairs. I need a cuppa first though. Or something stronger.." he sighs and moves toward the coffee machine, trying not to breathe in the tobacco scent pouring off me in waves. He can't help himself have a little sniff when he gets clear of the living room. There is something distinctly feminine underneath the heavy tobacco scent. He tries not to purr.

Gaz places his warm hand over mine on his sleeve. I stare at it, somehow not immediately flinching away like I usually do. He is warm. And gentle. I has a rosy tint to my cheeks after Soap had joked that I was trying to smell like my new pack. I'd never had a pack before. Never even had chance to find out what designation I was. I was a late-bloomer, my friends used to say.. I was the only one who, at twenty years old, hadn't presented. I never had any symptoms of an approaching heat. My mother and father were Beta's so it was just assumed that I would also be Beta.

"Laika, do you want anything to eat or drink?" Gaz asks, rubbing my hand that still rests on his sleeve. "Oh, uhm - sorry" I release him and step back, embarrassed. He steps forward, smiling at me. "It's okay" he laughs "Price can sound grumpy sometimes, I actually think he is just pissed off with Simon..not you" he explains, trying to reassure me. "Food?" he reminds me. "N-no thanks, I'll probably just wait for everyone else to eat and have what's left.. I don't want to be a hassle" - "nope, thats not fine.. if you're hungry, we have cereal.. or toast.. what do you want?" - "what're you having?" - "probably both" he shrugs - "oh, uhm.. just a slice of toast please, then" - "go and sit down with Johnny, I'll bring it to you when it's ready.

My eyes widen but I feel the need to obey his request after he had been so kind and understanding, he had sort of defended me against his own pack members after all. I glance back to Soap - Johnny - and step hesitantly towards the sofa he is reclined on. He is wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts. His legs are covered in dark hair and his scent is stronger than any I have smelt in a long time. He smells of masculine spice, a hefty hot-headed scent to perfectly compliment his somewhat exuberant personality, or what I had seen of it so far.

"Sit doon, Lass. Stop clinging to Gaz, I'm nicer!" he booms in his rougish accent. I sit down at the end of the sofa, leaving a huge gap, for Gaz (I tell myself that anyway), "Naw, c'mere, closer!" he beckons, slapping the seat of the cushion next to him. I whimper but obediently slide closer to him so I am about a meter away. "Johnny.." the Captain warns from the kitchen, Gaz looks up from his task of toasting bread, concerned, but quickly rolls his eyes at the sight of Johnny's bright, boyish smile as he does a thumbs up gesture to them.

"You're gonna have tae warm up to us eventually, Lass. Bit a' exposure therapy willnae dae you any harm!" he jokes. I just shyly look at him. His face looks much friendlier now that he isn't in 'mission mode'. His eyes soften slightly and he speaks more gently to me this time - "seriously, lass, I won't do anything.. hand on heart". I try to relax and seconds later, Gaz steps in front of me with a huge stack of toast, wobbling precariously on a plate. Jam, chocolate spread, butter - whoa.. my mouth almost starts watering. "This is far too much" I murmur, blushing. "Nah, don't worry. Me and Johnny are sharing - hope you don't mind.."

I smile and take a slice of chocolate covered toast, Soap snatches a jam slice and Gaz chooses a plain butter covered slice. We all tuck in together. The chocolate tastes like heaven. A luxury I hadn't had since I was younger. It's spread on so thickly, that it is almost gluing my mouth shut. I chew, determined, trying not to moan in pleasure. I am barely half way through my first slice when Soap takes another, Gaz following closely behind. They are messy eaters I notice. Soap has jam on his cheek and crumbs all over his lap and chest. Gaz has a greasy chin where butter had melted and dripped. He had the decency to wipe his face with a tea towel, at least. Soap was shameless. I realise in that moment, that my anxiety is beginning to back down, allowing a hesitant happiness to step forward. I was too scared to fully commit to this rare emotion, so instead, I tucked it behind the bars of my facade, scratching at the door.

I finish the final corner of toast and although I wish i could eat more, I feel totally satisfied. I watch as Gaz rolls his eyes at the state Soap is in, wiping his face with the same dirty teatowel that he had used for his own face, and brushing the crumbs from his chest and lap. It's such an easy moment but so loving and intimite at the same time, I feel as though I'm intruding, they are an established pack afterall. I'm just a glorified hostage at this point. I slip back inside my own head. How can I feel abandoned when I've never had anything in the first place? It doesn't really make much sense, but that's how I feel.

*Soap's POV*

Sharing food with her was step one of my plan to make up with the poor girl. Gaz and I had discussed this before we came downstairs this morning. I felt guilty for how I had treated her before she had even had the chance to explain. I can be like that sometimes. My packmates say I'm hot headed. I'm unapologetic about it but it had been weighing on me ever since the wee scared Lass flinched at me when I was attempting to untie her. Should never have tied her up in the first place, said it myself, she was as quiet as a wee mouse. Fuckin' idiot that I am.

Gaz seemed on board with me trying to rescue our rocky introduction. I can't lie, she is a bonnie wee thing. She was filthy dirty when we found her. Hair a mess and literal dirt and dried blood all over her. Her skin was all shades of malnourished and cold. Not to mention the terrified look on her face. And the way she was so submissive and overwhelmed. Poor wee bird was in a right state.

My heart almost stopped when she walked down the stairs, behind a smug looking Garrick. The little bastard, Kyle, knew she was going to affect me. She was dressed in *my* clothes that I'd packed in the spare room. Ghost had thrown me out of the pack's shared room as a cruel punishment for apparently being to rowdy. Bullshit. She had clearly showered and cleaned herself up. Her hair was brushed and plaited back. But fuck, what almost finished me was the fact she had used that fuckin' tobacco scented showergel. Price loves that stuff, Simon too - Gaz and I have started using it when we piss of the other two. Softens them right up, melts them into a puddle. Works every time. And the wee lass walks down, like a lamb to slaughter, covered in *our* scent. Fuck me.

I can't help but try and get her as close to me as possible, I almost can't stop myself from being a shameless mutt and just draping myself over her. I behave impeccibly if I do say so myself. Anyway, we sit and eat the toast that Gaz and I had planned to use as a peace offering. She is sandwhiched between us. Rose between two thorns, I think. I can feel Simon's seething eyes on me, and can smell the rich spicy phermone that rolls off of him in waves when he is pissed off. I couldn't care less. There was something about Laika. Let's just hope she ain't the cunning, evil, super-terrorist that Ghost seems to think she could be. Not this wee thing. No way.

Jam on toast always goes down a treat. I eat a couple of slices and then Gaz starts attacking me with a teatowel. I'd not even made that much of a mess. Laika is looking toward us, but almost as if she isn't all there. Weird. Gaz notices too. We both turn to face her and she suddenly focuses again and is back in the room with us. She starts to mumble out an embarressed apology for zoning out. Before she can finish, I've automatically reached my hand out, cupped her chin and wiped the tiniest bit of chocolate spread from the corner of her mouth. I didn't even realise I had done it until she goes quiet. If looks could kill, I'd be dead, becuase Gaz was side eyeing me with the fiercest side eye I've ever seen. I look back down at Laika. Her wee cheeks are red. Is she blushing? She's blushing. Thats cute as fuck.

Turn around, Johnny, before you do anything else stupid. I listen to the smart voice in my brain and turn to take the plate back to the kitchen sink.

I lick the smear of chocolate from my thumb.

Delicious.

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mentalpolaroids · 2 years

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Sounds of sleep

[gif creds @steverobin]

Steve Harrington x female!Henderson!Reader

Summary: Reader and Steve spend a Friday night “babysitting” and they all end up falling asleep in the living room, only, nobody can get any sleep because Steve is snoring incredibly loud... Except for reader, who's completely used to it

Warnings: swearing, implied smut (but not really)

“For fucks sake Dustin, you’re supposed to share the chips!”

“Can you not curse in front of my brother?”

“You’re aware your brother curses more than I do, right?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes even knowing Steve was right.

“Just don’t tell my mom that, she thinks he’s a saint.”

“Copy that.”

It was Friday night, and after a lot of begging from Dustin, who insisted on having the party’s casual sleepover at his house that week, (y/n) was a spilled soda away from regretting not saying no to their mom. Ms. Henderson went to spend the night at a friend’s house and although she was okay with having her son’s friends over, she was paranoid about them being left alone, and the poor sweet woman didn’t have the heart to say no to Dustin’s innocent toothless smile so the only way to put her mind at ease was to ask her oldest child to stay home and take care of them. It wasn’t worth it trying to fight the woman on that, (y/n) was mad about having to cancel her plans with Robin and Nancy, a girls night they had been planning for so long because the three girls were always busy and their schedules very rarely conjugated with each other, but she had the next best thing to make her night less sufferable: Steve Harrington, her best friend and now apparently also Dustin’s best friend, a fact she was still trying to accept.

Not that (y/n) despised how her little brother could so easily steal Steve’s attention from her, she honestly thought it was adorable to see the lady’s man show his soft spot for the kids, she was just still getting used to the fact she no longer could have him all to herself when he was over. But what enraged her the most, in a nice but painful way, was how all of that just added to (y/n)’s growing romantic feelings for Steve.

So, aside the chaos Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Will installed in the house while Max and El looked at them probably wondering how and why they were friends with them, (y/n) was happy to have Steve there with her and for getting to spend time with him, dismissing the fact she would end up sharing him after all.

“Alright, guys, the snacks have to last all night, okay?” (y/n) tried her best to put authority in her voice but the only people who seemed to listen to her were Will, El and Max, “Dustin, you heard me?”

“Yeah, I did, but you could’ve bought more chips, you know?”

“Yeah, well, eight bags was the best I could do.”

“Steve bought ten last time.” Lucas pointed out, earning a non threatening death glare from (y/n).

“(y/n)’s in charge this time so if you shitheads could please do as she says that would be great.” Steve intervened, even though he knew the boys appreciated the effort the older Henderson was putting into their movie night, he knew there was so much his best friend could take from their jokes and teasing before she snapped. He felt bad already for her for canceling her girls night, so he would do his best to make sure she had the best time possible.

(y/n) thanked Steve, a ping of annoyance in her tone, and turned around to go get another bag of chips and prepare the popcorn bowls. The boy followed her to the kitchen to help her.

“You okay?” he asked, studying her unreadable features.

Without looking at Steve, (y/n) answered, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you had to play babysitter on your only day off this week when you already had plans?”

“You make it sound like it’s torture to look after my little brother.” she chuckled.

“I’m not saying that,” he squeezed her shoulders in comfort and he had to hold back a curse when he felt the built up tension in her muscles, “you were so excited to finally have some free time to be with your friends and fuck, you deserve to have fun and rest once in a while too, you know?”

“And I get to rest tonight, we’re watching a movie.”

“Okay, fine, whatever.” defeated, Steve’s hands kept moving over (y/n)’s shoulders and when he heard her groan, he moved his movements to the back of her neck, “I’m just saying, you don’t have to pretend you’re not tired as hell. I’m here, I can look after the kids for you, I do that pretty much everyday already, it’s no big deal.” he kissed the top of her head, “You can go rest.”

(y/n) sighed. She knew he was right. She had been anticipating that night for so long and now she couldn’t have it. But what Steve didn’t know, and (y/n) wasn’t exactly planning on telling him that, was that his company, just him being there and, oh God, him touching her like that was almost as good, if not better, than her canceled plans.

“You just want the popcorn all to yourself, admit it.” she joked, turning around and pinching his belly. Steve smiled and pinched her back.

“Yup, you got me.”

“Come on,” (y/n) grabbed the bag of chips with one hand and two cans of Coke with the other and waited for Steve to get the bowls of popcorn, “let’s crash their party.”

“Okay so,” Max started, removing the pillow from her head that she was using to cover her ears, “any volunteer to suffocate Steve with this pillow or can I go?”

“He’s annoying even when he’s sleeping.” Mike added, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“How is (y/n) sleeping so peacefully?” Lucas pointed at the girl serving as a pillow to the owner of the loud snoring that, to everyone’s surprise, didn’t seem to be bothering (y/n) one bit.

They had gotten their sleeping bags, pillows and a ridiculous amount of blankets (y/n) insisted were not necessary ready before starting the movies, agreeing that someone would probably end up falling asleep earlier and it was easier if they all just crashed together in the living room. (y/n) and Steve weren’t planning on going all the way to the end of the movie marathon so they took the couch, but apparently it ended up being way too comfortable, especially with how tired (y/n) was, because the pair were the first ones to get knocked out. And if there was any doubt if they were actually sleeping or not, Steve’s loud snores gave away the answer.

“They sleep together all the time, she’s probably used to it.” Dustin explained with his eyes closed, almost as if he was forcing himself to fall asleep. Silence followed after what he said which led him to open one eye to see why everybody went quiet.

“I don’t remember Steve mentioning he and (y/n) were dating.” Max spoke, “I mean, I always expected to go deaf from hearing him talk about his girlfriend whenever he finally got one.”

“He already talks about her all the time though.” Will added and the others nodded in agreement.

“Oh they’re not dating.” Dustin clarified, but he was well aware both his sister and his friend were dying to get together. Their pining over each other was noticeable to everyone, even the kids, except for the both of them, “Steve just sleeps over all the time and he sleeps in (y/n)’s room.”

“And your mom lets him?” Mike asked, impressed that Ms. Henderson would allow a boy to stay over, and in the same room as her daughter, when he had witnessed his mom flip so many times when she suspected a male presence in Nancy’s room. And he couldn’t forget all the threats he received from Hopper everytime he went to see El.

“(y/n) can be very persuasive, and my mom,” he kissed his fingers and pointed them to the roof, “bless her innocent soul, falls for it every time. And come on, we all know the effect this bastard”, he pointed at Steve, “somehow has on women and I guess my mom is no exception. Like I said, bless her innocent soul.”

“I think they’re cute.” El commented, smiling in admiration as she looked at the way Steve had his head on (y/n)’s shoulder and cradled her arm like a plushie, and her head rested on top of his and her hand was resting on his tight.

“It would be even cuter if Steve wasn’t shaking the roof with those pig noises.” Max complained and layed back down, this time using two pillows to cover her ears.

“Just wake him up.” Lucas told Dustin, who immediately refused.

“No way I’m risking my life waking him up.”

“Then wake up your sister and she’ll do it.” Mike suggested before letting out a long yawn.

Dustin sighed and crawled to his sister. He shook her knee in an urgent way, as if desperate to end the torture that was Steve’s sleeping sounds. (y/n) stirred a bit and snuggled more against her best friend while letting out a lazy What?.

“Steve’s snoring.”

“I know.” she replied, not bothering to open her eyes.

“Wake him up!”

“Why?”

“Because we want to sleep and we can’t!”

(y/n) groaned in annoyance and finally opened her eyes in a roll at her brother.

She carefully lifted Steve’s head from her shoulder and pinched his cheek.

“Hey, idiot.” she called, “Wake up.”

The boy groaned and, like (y/n) did earlier, the only movement he did was snuggle more into her.

“Come on, let’s go to my room.” she patted his tight the best she could considering Steve was still holding onto her arm.

He replied something along the lines of Fine, at least it was what (y/n) could make out from his muffled voice against her shoulder.

The two got up, one a bit less tired than the other, and made their way to (y/n)’s room.

“Goodnight children.” she said with her back turned to them, a tired Steve following her as he waved to the kids, more asleep than awake.

As (y/n) closed the door to her room, she almost jumped at the sound of Steve plopping down on her bed, who groaned with the impact.

“Hey, don’t be taking up the whole bed.” she complained with a smile on her face.

“As if you wouldn’t totally sleep on top of me.”

(y/n) wasn’t sure in what way he meant that, but she wouldn’t deny either option. Not out loud, of course, if there was something she refused to do around her best friend was build up his ego even more. And, of course, let him know that he did have an effect on her. The Steve Harrington effect. But what was so special about her situation was that she knew she got to see a side of him no other girl in Hawkins had, and there was a very specific type of charm Steve had reserved just for (y/n), because no other girl in that cursed town had the same effect on him that she had. They shared a mutual fixation for each other, and whether they acknowledged it or not, it was undeniable.

“I think it’s the other way around, Harrington.”

“I won’t deny that.” Steve turned on his back and finally made some space over the sheets for (y/n) to lay down. But not that much, because he was serious about wanting her on top of him, and he made it known by opening and stretching his arms so she could crawl between them.

(y/n) did so with no hesitation or remark, it wasn’t known if it was her sleepy brain or her tingling heart that made her lay down on his chest with such ease, like it was routine. Which it was. The sensation of Steve’s arms holding her tight, their chests pressed against one another with their breathing in sync, their legs getting more tangled the more time passed, the more they couldn’t get enough of the proximity that always felt too much even when not even a breeze could pass between their bodies.

“Thank you for coming tonight.” (y/n) spoke after a few long minutes in silence.

“You don’t ever have to thank me for coming to the rescue.” Steve readjusted himself a bit so he could turn on his side and face her, “And you sure don’t have to thank me for coming to hang out with you, that’s like, the best part of my days.” he smiled.

“You’re so corny when you’re sleepy.”

“Actually I’m corny all the time,” he kissed her forehead, “and it’s all your fault just so you know.”

“Oh really now?” (y/n) chuckled, hiding her face in the confined space between his neck and shoulder.

“Yeah, really.” Steve smiled widely at the way her breath tickled his skin and he couldn’t help but squeeze her body impossibly closer to his and he felt this urge to kiss her all over. So he started with moving his head down to kiss her on the cheek, then her jaw, neck, until he reached the collar of her sweater and moved back up to her temple, allowing his lips to linger there. For a second he second guessed if that was okay, if maybe he was crossing a line, but then (y/n)’s hand crawled up from between their bodies and held his jaw, her thumb caressing his cheekbone. Steve pressed his face closer to her touch, which led to his other cheek to press against hers and he felt a fiery chill in his chest when he realized how close their mouths were.

They stayed like that for a minute, both waiting to see who would make the move first. (y/n) did, the only thing going through her mind being fuck it, I need him. But before she closed the only inch separating their lips, she met his gaze, confident but nervous enough to not want to ruin anything, so she asked the silent question and a tug at her waist and the way Steve’s dilated pupils stared back at her was the answer she needed.

The kiss started slowly, a testing of the waters, a reality check. Then Steve gently pushed (y/n) on her back and his hands started to explore her hips and waist under her sweater at the same time his tongue passed through their lips. At a bite of his bottom lip, (y/n) caressed his back as she lifted Steve’s shirt and a groan left his lips. Taking a much needed break from the kiss to remove the piece of clothing, the boy looked down at his best friend and did the same to her sweater.

“Is this… okay? Like, should we be doing this?” he asked, his uncertain question not being a match to his actions. His lips attached to her collarbone and his hands crawling under her to reach her back making it hard for (y/n) to concentrate on what he was saying.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I want to. Fuck, I want to, just…” Steve looked at her.

“We can talk about it later.” (y/n) suggested, not too worried about the aftermath of what was about to happen. It was something both knew was going to happen sooner or later.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“Just…” she pushed him a bit, indicating for him to lay down, “stay quiet, you don’t wanna wake up the kids again.”

(y/n) positioned herself on top of him, leaning down to go back to kissing him while her fingers followed the trail of hair from his chest to his stomach.

“I’ll do my best.”

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author’s note: So, this is my debut writing for Stranger Thing, so please go easy on me. I hope I did Steve Harrington justice, I haven’t written in a long time, this is my comeback (and with a new fandom) so this isn’t my best work but I had so much fun writing this and I hope you had fun reading it! Any feedback and (nice) constructive criticism is welcome 🥰

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