#and singing 'my dear love i love you' while looking straight into his eyes and thinking you two are just very good bros

[stormyoceans]

monica where's top ten unhinged talay moments

SFJKSHFJSG YEAH OKAY IT'S ONLY FAIR TO DO A TALAY ONE TOO SO HERE WE GO (once again presented without comment because if i start speaking there's not gonna be enough therapy in the world to keep me out of the psych ward)

[lovelyamarilala]

Can I call you mine?

"Can I call you mine?"

"HAHA! Get the fuck away from my sister."

"hm..what about..No!"

"Alastor calm down dear.."

Lucifer Morningstar x Older sister of alastor! Reader x Adam..(ish?????, NdYes it's female again..ahem but in future blogs it won't be " female!" Bare with me..) swearings, Alastor being a protective younger brother🤷🤷, flirty Lucifer, he's off character I guess? (Thank you so much, for enjoying my recent blog! I appreciate it!!) English is my first language, and I may have grammar issues

Part 1.

How are you a demon..? Well let's just say, you killed dozens of people in sadness and rage, after your younger brother died. you also killed the person who killed him.

"You are sentenced to be killed in the electric chair, Ms. Altruist." The judge looks at you with a heavy stare, you look back at him with a sweet smile, "Oh about time Mr judge." You knew about your brother's doings, but you still love him, and still think of him as your brother

You sat on the electric chair, with a small gentle smile, "It's terrifying to see ya still smilin, even if you're gonna die." You chuckled at the officer, "oh you! It's how I am~" the officer looked at you confusedly, "well uhm, are you ready?" You nodded,

He puts a bag in your head, you are starting to see darkness, as you start to feel electrified...

You feel the heavy floor, as you slowly open your eyes(your color palette is the same as alastor!) You were met by a red sky, you sat straight, and stood up, dusting your dress, and looking around your surroundings, it had a different feeling, you were still feeling bangs in your head, you walked down in the alleyway, and stumbled upon a store, you looked into the glass, you looked slightly different... (Your powers are lighting, due to you dying by the electric chair, but I also wanted you to be a deer, just like Alastor, I know it doesn't make sense, but bare with me please!) You had antlers, and ears, your nails were sharp, "Well would you look at that, seems like I'm in hell!" You laughed as the demons around you looked at you weirdly, you smiled back at them and started walking down the street, until you heard a girl singing...

"Today is gonna be a fucking happy d—"

"why hello there my dear!"

she jumped and looked around, she was wearing a suit, (hot pink? Or..pink Mix with red..?) She had long, blonde hair, with lighter blonde and pink highlights, which is tied into a twice-banded low ponytail. Her blonde bangs flip to her left with a curl with an untucked white, long-sleeved dress-shirt. Over this she usually wears a fitted red tuxedo jacket with dark-red lapels and a pair of red fitted pants. She wears black and white saddle shoes. (Found that in wiki..ahem..sorry..)

She looked at you, and laughed nervously "oh hey! Uh.." your smile reminded her of someone but she nudged it off.

"Quite an interesting song sweetheart! My name is _____! I'm quite pleased to be meeting you!"

Charlie softly smiled, "hey, I'm Charlie, Charlie Morningstar, I was heading for a meeting, would you care tooooo...go with me?"

You smiled wickedly, "Morningstar? My! I didn't know that was real, how shocking" you softly smiled, "I'd love to join you sweetheart!" She nods her head, and gestures to you to follow her, as you follow her, with a grave movement.

You both entered, a white looking room, it was a different feeling compared to when you guys were outside, you looked around while Charlie signed something, you looked back at her, and followed where she was going, you both now entered a room who is full of darkness, "Sup." then light suddenly filed the room as Charlie tripped, you helped her up and fixed her hair, "Hi! I-m charlie..uhh..my dad sent a meeting to Uhhh" (I actually forgot what she was saying so I'm really sorry if it's not interesting now) "Really nice to meet you!"

"Rightttt, nice to meet you too!" As the man held his hand out, Charlie went to it and to shake hands with him, only for her hand to go through it.

Timeskip (Really sorry, but I ran out of stuff to say in this part)

You were standing, all the time, you noticed The man kept looking at you, you looked back at him, as he winked at you, you sweat dropped and looked away,the man wore a smooth white and golden cloak that appears to have a large 'A' symbol emblazoned on the front. His visible hands were black in appearance, as well, and had golden tip spikes on the back of his collar. The mask also held a pair of horns similar to an exorcist, albeit longer, smoother, and with a golden ornamental attachment on the tips.

As Charlie talked about the hell population, about like..reducing.

"Oh Uhhh, ugly people?..math!..global warming wait no—"

Charlie talked about "BIGGEST PROBLEM"

"ohhh...yeah..well..that must've sucked for you!" Adam laughed, "Anyway, who's this chick beside ya?" Charlie came to the realization that you were still there, "ohh my gosh! ____! Really sorry, well Uhhh, Adam sir. This is ____!" You smiled widely "Adam is it? First man? Nice to be meeting you! I'm quite pleased!" You smiled even more, and fixed your hair, Adam smirked and got up from his seat and walked towards you, he took your hand and gave the back of your hand a kiss, you imagined alastor being here, you knew he would be fuming.

You chuckled, "how lovely!" You took away your hand, "thought you angels despise demons."

"well demon-tits you're an exception."

"how shocking! Don't call me that please."

"Call me Dick master first."

"hah! Never gonna happen."

Charlie dragged you away from him, she stared at you worriedly.

Adam spoke again "Whoops seems like we're outta time, guess we should get going."

Charlie smiled, "Oh well, I have a lot to go through!" She spawned papers with her hands, "and not a lot of time and I think you weren't hearing me before, so here it goes..

Timeskip after the song.

You already wanted to get out, as you saw Charlie being pushed out by Adam, you tried going to her then Adam grabbed you back, "hey babe, what about you give me a kiss before you go?"

"HAH! no."

You looked at him dumbfounded, as got out of the room, and helped Charlie up, the door closed, you and Adam held an eye contact.

"well how interesting!"

The grammar issues, I'm so sorry!!!

[coolyiooo]

BSD Men Dealing With Your Mood Swings

parings: Dazai, Fyodor, and Chuuya

First time writing something other than smut 😶🔫

🖤DAZAI🖤

You were having a bad day, not only because you started your period but also some drama was happening between some friends of yours, so you were ranting to your boyfriend while driving. He was being the passenger princess.

"And then she was all like ' that's none of your business ' "

"Oh shit-" he said with a hand over his mouth, actually invested with your tea

"I know! And I was like-"

You suddenly heard one of your favorite songs playing on the radio

"Hold on- babe, this song is my jammm"

You started to vibe with the music and sing long with it, completely forgetting about your drama you had earlier in the day.

Dazai was a bit baffled but he started to laugh at how your mood just did a whole 360. He actually started to vibe with the music with you.

Another day, another pain of suffering of cramps, hormones, and blood 🤢 you were mad, annoyed, disgusted, and sad all at once. You literally just arrived at the ADA office and immediately said, in a monotoned voice

"I'm going to hang myself" And sat down

Everybody in the office was a bit worried and confused, they all faced Dazai to see if he'll comfort you and be a good bf but all he said was

"I'd never thought I'd hear you say those words" he had stars in his eyes.

Everybody gave him a disgusted look and he could feel it. He chuckled nervously and said

"I- I mean why don't I go to the store to buy all the snacks you want!"

" Aweeee thanks babe!"your mood immediately changed.

Dazai mentally gave himself a high five.

When work was over you were comfortable in the couch, covered in blankets, heat pad on your stomach, and reading your book. Everything was perfect when suddenly your boyfriend came in. You gave him an intense side eye and he immediately noticed.

"Uh- what's wrong, princess?"

"I need you to leave" you said straight up with no remorse.

For a second he looked a bit shocked, wondering if he did something. You felt bad but suddenly saw how pretty he was, so you used that as an excuse to let him down easy.

"your distracting me with your beauty" You went back to reading your book

He was baffled once again but then was flattered and smiling to himself. He left the room to yourself. He was a bit taken aback by the aggressive, flirting comment but a win is a win.

He'll try his best to comfort you during these times. I feel like sometimes he's the reason your mood is just sky rocketing all over the place, but he'll make up for it.

💜FYODOR💜

You were literally being a couch potato. Covered in blankets but also chips, crumbs, and snacks.Fyodor came in the room and saw the mess you surrounded yourself in.

"My dear, is it too much to ask for you to clean up after yourself?"

"Shut up your anemic" you retorted back with no sympathy.

Nikolai was in the same room as you two were in and tried his best not to burst out laughing . You realized what you just said and immediately began laughing. Fyodor was slightly taken by surprise by your bold comment but his face showed no emotions except for 'you better stop if you know what's good for you'.When you noticed his face, you immediately stopped laughing. Fyodor then walked towards you, you were starting to get scared

"w-wait! I'm on my period I'm sorry!"

He stopped in front of you "yes, I can see my love"

"I- ...I'm sorry" you said timidly

He looked back at you with dark eyes "just clean up after yourself, darling" he kissed your forehead and left the room.

"Your lucky he loves you" Nikolai commented

Later that same day you were laying your head on Fyodor's lap as he was petting your hair, reading a book. You were staring at his legs and randomly said

"You have very pretty legs, they look like they belong to a woman"

He immediately stopped what he was reading and looked at you. You stared back at him.

"I meant that as a compliment of course. I mean your just very beautiful"

He stared back at you with a hint of concern, but then reverted back to a straight face

"My dear, just go back to sleep" he said, gently scratching your head

Next day you were sitting on the bed, late at night, reading a book. Fyodor came in and stared at you. He was just surprised you were still awake but you felt judged.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You said in a bratty tone

"Am I... Really that ugly?" You asked with curiosity and started to feel a bit down

He closed his eyes and deeply sighed "of course not, my love. Your more than beautiful" he sat next to you on the bed

"How so?" You pouted

He gently stared into your eyes "Your captivating, enchanting, and even pulchritudinous"

(Yes, that's a real word)

You didnt even know what that last word meant but since it sounded pretty, you felt flattered. You hugged his arm and kissed his cheek.

"Ugh thanks, Fedya. I love you" you had a smile on your face and snuggled close to his chest.

He smiled slightly "I love you more" he said, kissing the top of your head.

He usually doesn't take whatever you say seriously during these days just because of your mood swings and how this isn't what you'd normally do or say, but he'll still try to make it bearable for you and a little for him as well. You should definitely give him a thank you for dealing with your bs.

🧡CHUUYA🧡

He already knew you started you period. He low-key seems like the guy to track it down and stuff so he bought you a bunch of snacks. Usually when your on your period he cuddles with you so when he arrived at your shared place he went to go look for you. He found you laying flat on your face on the bed.

"Hey babe, how are you feeling?"

You responded by soft groaning

"Awe I'm sorry baby, I got you your favorite snacks. I hope that makes you feel better" he laid the bag down on the night stand.

He saw that you weren't moving, and out of sympathy, he touched your head.

"Don't touch me" you mumble in a strict tone

Normally he would probably be concerned but he understands that it's just your period talking and understands you probably just want to be alone.

"I'm sorry, let me know if you need anything" He said before making his way out the room

You lifted your head up looking back at him "wait, where are you going?" Your tone sounding sad "don't go"

He was confused but then you reached your arms out to him.

"I change my mind please cuddle with me" you said almost as an order

Your change in tone and mood startled him. He didn't want to make it worse by disobeying your order so he cuddled with you. You started playing with his hair and scratching his head. His thoughts were that he's the one supposed to help you relax not the other way around but the more you looked at him the more you realized just how literally gorgeous the man was.

"Chuuya, your so prettyyy" you said while kissing his cheek

He was starting to blush "the more I look at you the more breath taking you get" you then smothered him with kisses.

A moment ago you were literally not wanting any physical touch and now look at you, you can't keep your hands off him. Not like he's complaining though, but he's definitely struggling to keep up with your mood swings.He was about to respond back to you with compliments, but you then stopped your kissing and said

"now let me sleep I'm tired" you patted his chest gently and rolled out of his arms. Now he was just dazed.

He'll try to make you the happiest he can during your days of the month overall and you should definitely give him your gratitude for being a good bf

[chronicbeans]

Let's Make a Deal! (Yandere Queerplatonic Alastor x Fallen Angel Reader)

Part 1: Hello, Deer!

Part 2, Part 3

TW: Fear and Panic, Confusion

You wake up, your eyes opening to see a red sky above you. It takes you a few moments, before you remember what happened. You got kicked out of Heaven... Someone had convinced the other angels to cast you out, by lying about you...

You sit up from your spot on the ground, looking to your wings and frowning. Their gold hue has turned to an ash grey. You quickly begin panicking, realizing the horrible situation you are in. You are in Hell, alone, with no knowledge on what it is like. You being a fallen angel makes things worse! What if the people here don't like angels? That'd be reasonable, considering the exterminations... You never took part, but it'd make sense...

You stand up, your legs shaking a bit, before you run in a random direction through the streets. You feel millions of eyes on you. You need to find some way back to Heaven! To convince them to let you go back! To-

You are so lost in your head, you don't process where you're going, despite looking ahead of you. You run straight into somebody. Your eyes widen as you look up at a tall woman in a red blazer. She turns, looking to you... Then, her eyes suddenly sparkle. "Oh my goodness! Are you an angel? Please, please come with me!"

As you are about to protest, your hand is grabbed and you are dragged along the streets towards a hotel. She's also singing some sort of song, but you are too spaced out and panicked to actually process it. Before you know it, you're standing inside a hotel, dazed and confused, surrounded by sinners...

"WHERE AM I?!" You wave your arms a bit in a panic, as the woman stops singing and tries to calm you. "No, um! You're at the Hazbin Hotel! A place of redemption! You, um... you're an angel! A fallen angel, yes? So, you now have a chance at being redeemed!" She then gestures to herself, smiling nervously "I'm Charlie Morningstar, princess of Hell." You look up to her, trying to calm down. "Like... The daughter of Lucifer?" "Well, yes.... But Lucifer was an angel, too! So, I'm sure you both will have a lot in common, and-"

"Now now, dear, why don't you give our new guest some space?" You look over to the entrance to the hallway, which leads to the rooms, spotting a... Tall deer demon, dressed mostly in red. His wide grin fills you with anxiety, as you notice the pointy teeth. He continues, his voice sounding as if it's coming through an old-school radio. "My, my! They look like a deer in headlights!" He then laughs, taking a few steps over to you.

When he stands right next to you, you notice how tall he is. Everybody here is so tall?! You frown, taking a deep breath, while Charlie takes a step back. "Sorry..." You wave to her, taking deep breaths "No, no, it's alright... I'm just a bit panicked! This um...! I just fell into Hell. I don't know where I am, or why exactly I was casted out...!"

"Darling, our lovely princess of Hell here, has brought you to the right place, then! The Hazbin Hotel is the safest place in Hell! We have Lucifer, himself, guarding this place!" The deer man then wraps an arm around you, continuing. "I am Alastor, the host of this establishment! Let me show you around. Charlie was just out buying stuff to get the next workshop ready, so I'm sure she's going to be busy getting it all up and running." She is about to complain, before Alastor then looks over to her. "Charlie, dear, you know how you are. If you don't get it done now, it'll never get done." "Fine... Thanks for helping, Alastor." "No problem, my dear."

He then grabs your hand, leading you along. You follow, hesitantly, too afraid of the entire situation to say no. Your heart was still racing with fear, and your mind with all the worst outcomes. What if he kills you? What if he eats you alive? What if Lucifer shows up?! What it-?!

You feel a random tapping on your head, knocking you out of your thoughts. You look up, seeing that Alastor literally bopped your head with his microphone. "Are you listening? I said that this is your room." "Ah... sorry. I got caught up in my own thoughts..." He grins a bit wider, patting your head. "Don't be worried. I made sure to place your room right next to mine, so that I can keep you safe!"

That isn't very comforting, but you hold back that comment... "Alright, Alastor..." You slowly open the door, expecting the worst. This is Hell. The room's probably going to be terrible.

You peek inside, a bit shocked by how it looks. It looks a bit like a warm cabin, of sorts. Certainly not something you'd see in a regular hotel. It has a warm fireplace, dark cherry wood floors, some nice furniture, and a comfortable looking bed. You walk over to the fireplace, the fire inside looking to be an unnatural, but beautiful, red and pink flame.

"Now then... what's your name, dear?"

You flinch, looking over to him. The room seems to have calmed you down, a little, even if you still feel slightly uneasy. "I'm (Y/N)... As you could already tell, probably, I'm a fallen angel, not a sinner." "Well, to have fallen, you've probably done something wrong, yes?" Alastor walks over to you, his grin turning a bit smug. "Though, I shall say, with the way you act like a scared little bird, it probably wasn't something as bad as the others in Hell. I'll give you that much." Once again, he boops you with his microphone, this time tapping your nose with it. "I'll also give you a pass on not introducing yourself for this long. You must've been so frightened, you simply forgot!" You gently nod, taking a deep breath.

He steps away, grinning. "Now then, take your time to get settled in! I'm sure you'll be here for a while! Farewell!" Before you can even respond, he's closed the door and left your room. You stand there, in front of the fireplace, flabbergasted. He's strange... You get an off-putting vibe from him, but then again, that's how you feel about everything in Hell.

You look back to the red and pink flames, and you swear, for a brief moment, that you see a small flicker of green in them.

[k2ntoss]

"“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor." with Jason? 😳

guess who fell sick FROM A KFC CHICKEN PIECE!!! i'm dying but anyways first one of the nighty-night!!! omg i just love writing this stuff with jay it's just hehehe :3 here we go, my dear anon, thanks for your request. adding vigilante!reader here bc my head has ideas.

"on your knees." while their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.

it was usual for you to steal kisses from jason's lips whenever you walked past him and everyone around had grown used to it, soft pecks followed by a pretty smile as you carried your gear after a mission or when you walked around the training arena. it wasn't weird anymore not even for bruce because he knew that you needed each other.

this time wasn't much different besides the fact that tim and damian were fighting right in front of jason at the time you had to pass by his side, carrying a couple of knives you stood next to him and nudged his side softly, a silent sing for him to lean down so you could reach and kiss him and he did, lips softly touching yours in a sweet motion that made his younger sibblings grunt at the missing attention because they sworn they needed his opinion.

"i bet you have better things in mind to do rather than getting involved on a new discussion with them" you murmur against his lips, a small smirk when you noticed your tease working on him even if it wasn't meant to at first.

"and i bet you've never been told you speak way too much, haven't ya?" jason asks cockily, standing straight once again and looking at you with his arms crossed over his chest and you can't help but chuckle when his eyes linger for a little more on your lips before he looks back at his brothers.

"all i hear is you're in love with me, todd" your words bring a scowl to damian's face and drag a tired sigh from tim, probably a little too over the loverbirds shit you always manage to pull out of jason when you're close. of course he's not always so sweet with you but you've pulled onto his more human side and that had helped jason to feel more worthy of a lot of stuff, because you've been there to teach him that not being perfect wasn't bad.

"i hate it when you're right." he chuckles and shakes his head, leaning in to drap an arm over your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your temple, looking over you and taking in your figure, the way the gray suit hugged your curves before getting lost under the waist of your cargo pants made your body look even more desireable and he just smirked to himself "i wish there was a way to shut your mouth at least for a while."

if you didn't knew him you would have thought he was pissed off by your comments but the undertone of tease and mischief on his words was clear for you and you understood his intentions, even clearer when you noticed jason's eyes wandering around the cave to make sure it was just the two of you there.

"well, maybe there is" you say, as if wondering the answer but jason is quick to grab your hand and pull you upstairs and between chuckles he makes his way to the library as he looked into any other room to make sure there wasn't a chance of being caught like two horny highschoolers, but that was the fun in this all.

"yeah? what would that be?" he asks once he finds a nice spot. that chair he always picks in between all the spaces around the manor because it's comfortable and because it is the first place he kissed you "does it has anything to do with that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my dick?"

it takes jason almost nothing to change the tone of his voice, he sits on the big chair and pulls you closer by the waist to place you on his lap just so he can capture you lips in a new kiss, this time hungrier and harsher. his hands grip onto your hips as yours claw softly on his chest, kissing him back and letting his tongue intrude into your mouth when he deepens the contact of your lips.

"here? in broad daylight?" you ask him teasingly but jason knows you couldn't care less when your hips push against his making your body grind against his "if we get caught you know we won't hear the end of it, jason." and your boyfriend knows that's true but there isn't too many people to find you both and he is 50% sure he just locked the door but that's just details.

"i don't really care and i'm sure you don't care either" he says in a low tone, looking up at you as his hands trace the outline of your figure until he squeezes your breast playfully and leans in to kiss your jaw, nibbling on the zone as if he was tasting you for the first time ever and he just got adicted to the feeling of your flushed skin.

it takes a few more heated kisses, your hips grinding against him and the sound of your heavy breathing mixed with the noise of your clothes until he pulls away with a predatory smirk as he pushes your body from his.

"on your knees." jason's voice sounds hoarse and it drives shivers down your spine because his hand touches you in a soft way as his fingers threat through your hair as his other hand pushes you by the waist to get you off his lap, the hand that is still on your head is now guiding you slowly to the floor and making you kneel between his legs.

it's not hard to do as he wants and it's even easier to lean in closer and press a playful kiss on the bulge that you can spot under his pants, the action itself makes jason's eyes darken as your fingers work undoing his belt and the buttons of his jeans, pulling down slightly with a hint of urge just to lift his shirt a little, exposing his lower abdomen and kissing a trail until your lips reach the waist of his boxers.

"you look so pretty like that, princess," he practically growls as his hand brushes your hair out of your face, a smirk playing on his lips when your eager hands pull down his underwear as your eyes remain fixed on his.

"i don't know what i'll do if you keep looking at me like that, jay" you purr and he chuckles but the sound stops as soon as it starts when you grab his hardened dick on your hand and give him the first slow stroke as you lean in to wrap your lips around the swollen tip and at the feeling of having him in your mouth you hum.

"i think i know what you'll do" jason teases, letting out a deep groan when you bob your head up and down with your tongue tracing his shaft but what drives him crazy is the way you look at him through doe eyes and the ghost of a smile on your expression as you start moving with him in your mouth.

"that's it, ma," he growls as his eyes close and his head drops back, his hand finding its way to the back of your head where it grabs a handful of your hair "feels so good to have that pretty mouth of yours taking me so damn well, such a good girl."

the sight is amazing, the way he frowns when a deep raspy sound escapes his throat when he starts pushing your head down his dick, making you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat and keeps you held there making it hard to breath, he enjoys it.

the way your hands hold onto his thighs and how you look up at him with teary eyes, your cheeks red and the sloppy sounds his cock makes as he fucks your mouth slowly but harshly makes him feel his ego grow at each helpless moan you let out.

"think i'll shut you up by fucking your throat more often," he says, voice completely low and hoarse now that he controls the movements of your head and sets the pace on his own, getting off with the way you look with your chin full of your drool and his precum, a few tear trails now painting your cheeks.

it's right then when he pulls you away from his dick, stroking himself needily as he looks at you with a wide grin that lets you know what he wants to; you sit on your knees and your eyes follow the movements of his hand around himself and you can't seem to notice when you start to bounce a little in expectation.

"just look at you, how eager you look, ma" he mumbles, his voice struggled between sighs and growls as his hand moves fast when he is about to reach his climax "bouncing like a pretty bunny... open your mouth, love."

the way he speaks and the sinful scene mixed with the sweet pet names he calls you makes everything better. as soon as you part your lips, tongue sticking out jason moves a bit closer and places the tip of his cock over your tongue and a few second later his load is being spilled inside your mouth, a little of it staining your chin when he pulls away panting.

jason is unable to take his gaze away from you as you swallow what you just got and the tension builds up again on his body just with the sight of it, he tries to hold it back and cleans your chin with his thumb in a sweet caress then moving to search for something he could use to clean himself and also you but stops as soon as you take his hand and suck his digit clean.

"what? haven't you been taught not to waste?" you ask him teasingly and his control vanishes completely at your words.

"fucking hell, you're gonna have to come here because there's no way i'll be letting you go right now"

[bestpigeon]

What would happen if the reader meets Yandere Alastor after the fight with Adam? Like Alastor was in denial about his love ( obsession ) for the reader... But now something has broken and Alastor is perhaps more dangerous ( I'm trying to talk about the last episode, when Alastor goes to his radio tower which is broken )... And reader tries to be a good friend so he goes looking for alastor and finds him in this scene...

Bonus: imagine the reader delicately rejecting alastor's love, because he only sees him as a friend

Hi! Love the Alastor shit omg. And sry if I've fucked up the story or sm. Thanks so much for the recommendation. Sry if this is a short one!

NEW ADDICTION..

YANDERE ALASTOR X MALE READER

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The extermination was today. Everyone in the Hazbin Hotel was worried, or at least curious about what the outcome of this battle was. I work for Lucifer as one of his servents. Im quite powerful, too. I got instructed to protect Charlie, and I intend to do just that.

I fly down with your beautifully coloured wings and land in front of Charlie. I land and bow down to Charlie.

"Charlie's, it's a pleasure. Your father instructed me to help you with this battle." I say as I smile with my arms crossed. She smiles widly at me.

"Hi! Thank you so much, we need Al the help we can get." She says with her usual bright smile. I return the smile and nod. "Of course. Anything to protect your hotel, dear Charlie." I say with a smile. A portal opens up. They're coming. I turn around and get ready to fight. A black and green dome thing surrounds the hotel. I look over to see a familiar red demon called Alastor. We've crossed a few times. I've never actually spoken before, however.

We make eye contact before he tilts his head and smiles at me. He always smiles, but when he looks at me, it grows substantiously. I didn't question it. An angel lunged at me, and I kicked the angel with huge levels of power. I attacked some other angels. Suddenly, the dome got destroyed, and you could see Adam and Lute fly down. Adam goes straight for Alastor. Alastor could probably beat him in a fight. So I didn't bother aiding him.

A few, well, a lot of dead angels later, I turn to see Alastor being struck by Adam, ultimately breaking his staff. He falls to the ground immediately. My eyes widen. He's never gone down that easily before. I could hear Adams sly giggle radiate off the broken down walls. I stand and watch for a moment. Before I knew it, Alastor dissappears. I go back to my duty. That being killing angels.

I couldn't help but worry about Alastor. He's never been hurt like this before. He's one heck of a strong demon. Lucifer soon showed up. I smile at him and wave. He let's me know I can leave, and I so just that. I ascend into the air and fly. I see Alastors destroyed the radio tower on my detour. I graciously fly down and notice Alastor entering the radio tower. I raise an eyebrow and fly down to the entrance. I land quietly and hear him.. singing? I listened in for a while.

"-guess who'll be pulling all the strings!-" He says. I look through the door worryingly. He's never acted this way before. He's fucking loosing it. He hunches over his station where he usual records his radio and groans in pain.

"Alastor?" I say. He tenses almost immediately and whips his head to look at me. His eyes are glowing a luminous red. His hair is is heavily misplaced and he's bleeding slightly.

He doesn't say anything and he just turns around. "You.. shouldn't be here. Leave!-" He shouts, I quickly interrupt him.

"No! Alastor I don't know toy at all really. But from what I've seen, a powerful iverlord like you doesn't just run away from a battle." I say as I approach him slowly, I was catious to not make any sudden movements. He doesn't really know me so I didn't want him to attack. He flinched when I got closer. "Al?" I say leaning in to see his facial expression.

His breathing watched up and he scratched the desk infront of him. "Tell anyone.. about this I'll kill you." He says in almost a whisper. I nod at him.

"Right. I wouldn't Al. I'm an overlord myself I know how dangerous it is to show weakness." I say. He sighs thankfully. He rubs his face. He's clearly distraught.

"Good. Now leave-" He says. I interrupt him once again. "No Al. Talk to me" I say with reassurance. I move a hand to his shoulder and he flinches at my touch. He takes a deep breath and hesitates for a while. "I'm.. nothing. Nothing leave. Now" He says as his eyes glow a brighter red. I tap his shoulder and heal his wound before walking away. What a stubborn guy.

I fly away. After a whole I land on the floor before I get stabbed in the stomach. "The fuck!?-" I say before I get thrown harshly into an alleyway. I fall to the floor, I go to fight back but someone appears infront of me. My eyes widen. The red demonic fellow. He basically twitches in anger. "Bye bye" He chuckles satanically before using his tentical to strangle the demon.

The demons head falls to the floor and the demon gets covered in blood. He stands infront of me before turning around to me. He kneels infront of me. "Alastor..? What are you.." I say confused. He interrupts me by shushing me. He checks my wound before grabbing my hand and putting it on it. I heal it and sigh.

"You alright? Thought your stronger then that yknow." He says, you could hear the static in his voice. He's healed now. "Yeah yeah. Got caught of guard.." I say before grabbing his hands and standing us

Someone else tries to enter the alleyway. Alastor uses his tentacles again and kills them instantly. He shoves his tentacle through the demon and the demon falls to the floor. "No one.. touches you. Understand?" He says as he whispers into my ear. I feel my face go a little warm.

I dont say anything since I didn't really know how to reply. He picks me up bridal style and teleports to the Hazbin Hotel. He puts me down and I look around confused. The crimson coloured walls made me realise this is Alastors room. I look at him and raise an eyebrow.

"That whole..fucking battle I watched you. The way you effortlessly kill those angels. No one will hurt you.. I'll make sure of it dear. Do you trust me?" He whispers seductively in my ear while holding the top of my neck with his hands. His claw slightly and lightly scratching my neck. I feel myself shudder under his touch.

I've seen him around. We've interacted once or twice. Despite that we've never really spoke. I gulp and nod slowly. I've admired him for a while. But he doesn't need to know that.

"Use your words, sweetheart." He says as he places a kiss on the edge of my lips just to tease. I keep eye contact with him before answering. "Yes, Al.. I trust you." I say. Which was true. Kinda. Somewhat. But he's too handsome to give this up. But he makes me feel something. Maybe love at first sigh actually exists.

He chuckles and kisses my lips before quickly leaning away. If anything it was just a peck. He leaves my breathless before he pushes me out the room. I looked around confused. Did that just happen? I could hear Alastors giggle through the closed door. I snickered and rolled my eyes. He's clearly teasing me.

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[sarahwroteathing]

Giddy

[Steve Rogers x Reader]

Word Count: 2950

Summary: You take Steve on a surprise date.

Request: Steve Rogers, Giddy, Ice Skating

Warnings: None

A/N: I got VERY carried away by your choice of mood word, dear anon. I had a lot of fun with it, and I hope it's just as fun to read. Merry Christmas, my loves!

You don’t think you’ve ever seen a cuter sight than Steve Rogers sitting in your passenger’s seat for a surprise date. He brought two changes of clothes. A tote bag of snacks. A “fancy coffee” that Natasha taught him how to make, presented to you proudly in a giant thermos. Now he was sitting straight up in his seat, alternating between staring out the windows and staring at you with a goofy smile and bright eyes like this was the best day of his life. 

“Are you excited?” you asked with a laugh.

“Sorry. No one ever surprises me,” he said, looking faintly embarrassed. “At least not good surprises.”

“Nothing to be sorry about! I’ve just never seen you like this before. It’s really cute.”

From the corner of your eye, you thought you saw him begin to blush, and you wished there was a way to admire it more thoroughly without recklessly endangering you both. 

“And you still won’t tell me how long we’ll be driving?” he checked after a moment, earning a narrow-eyed look from you.

“No, Mr. GPS Brain, I’m not telling you how long,”

“Fine,” he said, still smiling, taking a moment to dig through the snack bag. “Here.”

He poked at your bottom lip until you opened your mouth to take the chocolate-covered pretzel he held up for you. 

“Thank you, my love.” 

“Mmhmm. Wait, you ate breakfast before you picked me up, right? You told me you were going to.”

“Yes, I did.”

You didn’t have to look to know he was eyeing you suspiciously.

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise,” you laughed, holding out your hand for a pinky promise. 

“Just checking… Do you want some apple chips? I got the green ones you like.” 

He was holding your pinky hostage now, dropping a kiss onto the back of your hand as he waited for the specific answer he clearly wanted.

“Of course, Passenger Princess Steve.”

“I don’t know what that means,” he said, not sounding particularly bothered as he released your hand to dig for the apple chips.

“You can look it up. It’s not bad.”

He hummed, depositing an apple chip in your mouth before pulling out his phone. You smiled to yourself as he typed.

“I don’t not drive. You don’t let me drive.”

“I let you drive. Just not my car.”

“I’m a fine driver.”

“Steve. I’m not convinced you’ve ever had to pass a driving test. You drive every car like you stole it.”

“Rude,” he said even as he fed you another apple chip. 

“I fear for my life and insurance rates.”

“Just break up with me now, I guess.”

You snorted. 

“Nah. It’s endearing in its own way. And you’re very good with the motorcycle, at least when I’m on it. Very gentle.” 

“Well, yeah. I don’t want you falling off.”

“I appreciate that,” you laughed.

Things continued this way for about three hours as you drove out of the city and the buildings grew more and more sparse, eventually giving way to frost-covered trees and stretches of snow-covered ground. Steve never lost his smile or his excitable energy, choosing songs that only contributed to the mood. The music had you dancing in your seat and singing to him while he laughed and watched you, joining in for a few lines when he got the hang of it.

By the time you turned off the main road, Steve was wiggling in his seat too, craning to see out all of the car windows. After two stretches of tree-lined country roads, you arrived at your destination, a large tract of land with a few large, well-maintained old buildings and wide open spaces. 

On one such space there was a decently sized outdoor ice rink, a low wooden wall with evenly spaced high posts fencing it in and rainbow colored twinkle lights upping the charm. Three small sets of wood benches like partial bleachers surrounded it on three sides, with a cheerfully painted food truck taking up the fourth side. The chalkboard menus placed just in front of the window advertised an assortment of hot drinks and pastries. 

There weren’t many people here, late morning on a weekday, no more than ten total wandering the scenic walking trails in visual range and braving the ice.

“I’ve never been ice skating before,” Steve said quietly, staring out his window with a boyish grin that set your stomach fluttering. “I never had the money for skates and then…. But that’s what we’re here for, right?”

“It is,” you said, parking in a small dirt lot and shutting off the engine. “If that sounds fun. We can also take some of the trails if you’d rather.” 

He turned to you, responding to you with an enthusiastic kiss that had you giggling against his lips.

“Yeah, it sounds fun. I want to try.”

“Fabulous. I bought you some skates. They’re in the trunk.”

Steve’s eyes got wide again, and he scrambled out of the car so quickly he almost strangled himself with the seatbelt. You followed at a calmer pace, watching with a smile as he unboxed your scuffed up old skates and his shiny new ones. 

“Thank you so much, sweetheart.” 

“Of course,” you said with a shrug. “Let’s go see how they fit.”

You grabbed your coats, scarves, and hats, leaving the skates for Steve to carry as you headed towards the rink. 

“You’ve been skating before,” Steve guessed.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been skating since I was a kid.”

He hummed, smiling at you with a mix of excitement and nerves as you approached a free space of the bleachers.

You took it upon yourself to help Steve into his skates, and he let you, teasing at the way you fussed over the fit and the laces. You got yours on much quicker and guided Steve to the gap in the barrier with one arm around his waist and your other held out for him to grab onto. 

He wobbled a little as soon as his first foot met the ice, a panicked little grimace flashing across his face as he reached out to you and the wall on his other side.

“It’s alright,” you said, trying to hold in a giggle. “You’ve got it. Hold on until you feel more comfortable.” 

You slid onto the ice seamlessly, gliding along beside him and continuing to steady him until he became a little less wobbly. 

“This is hard,” he laughed, jerking both his arms when he overcorrected his balance.

“It is,” you agreed, catching his elbow. “You’re walking on ice with knives strapped to your feet. It would be weird if it wasn’t hard.” 

“You’re making it look easy,” he said with a flustered smile. 

“Well, of course I am. I’ve had years of practice. Plus, I planned this date very intentionally. I couldn’t show off and perform a super cute romantic cliche if I wasn’t good at it.” 

“If you kiss me right now, I’m pretty sure I’ll fall,” he warned you.

“Noted,” you laughed. “Not what I meant.”

You skated out in front of him, turning smoothly to skate backwards. Steve raised his eyebrows, and you grinned at him, holding out both your hands to him.

“Give me your hands. I’ve got ya. I won’t let you fall.”

Steve glanced uncertainly at the wall, which he had been maintaining a tight grip on as he shuffled along the edge of the ice. You shifted your stance, bringing your hands closer so he could more quickly shift his grip from the wall to you. With a quick breath, he made the change, only wobbling a little before steadying again.

“There you go!” you said encouragingly, now holding both of his hands in yours, towing him gently forward as you skated smoothly backwards.

“If I’m about to take you down with me, let go, okay?” he said, with a giddy little smile that made you wish you could kiss him. But he was right. It wouldn’t take much to knock him over at this point.

“Not a chance. We’re in this together. Look how damn cute we are right now,” you said with a smile. 

Steve relaxed a little, visibly took a moment to appreciate the moment, the two of you skating together with your hands linked, staring into each other's eyes. 

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he whispered to you, squeezing your hands when you laughed loud and carefree at the question.

“Obviously. Is it working?”

“Obviously,” he laughed. 

The two of you made two laps that way, earning a few smiles from the other skaters. Steve wobbled quite a few times, but you managed to steady him each time, maintaining a slow and patient pace with him. 

“You skate better backwards than I do forwards,” he noted as you began your third lap together. “I almost feel bad for slowing you down.”

“Don’t you dare,” you said, squeezing his hands again. “I’m loving every second of this.”

“I kind of want to see what you can do, though. Give you a chance to show off.”

You didn’t want to abandon him on the wall, but the smile he was giving you, somehow already proud before he’d seen you do anything, was impossible to deny.

“Alright, but just for a minute,” you said, slowly guiding his hands to the wall and helping him find a position where he could see the rest of the rink and stabilize himself at the same time.

“I got it,” he said.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” he laughed. “I got it. Go make me fall in love with you again.”

“Steve!” you gasped dramatically, making him laugh again. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be charming you!” 

“You are,” he promised. “Go do it some more.” 

You bit your lip, shaking your head fondly at him as you started moving backwards again, picking up more speed before turning around. You were by no means an expert, but your grandma had enrolled you in several skating classes when you were younger, and you knew plenty of moves that looked extremely impressive to beginners and weren’t all that difficult for you to execute. First, you enjoyed a lap at full speed, enjoying the feeling, and laughing as Steve gave a loud cheer when you passed him. It was the encouragement you needed to start showing off a little more, taking care to only pull out the big guns when you were in spaces of empty ice, safely out of the way of the few other skaters on the ice.

You were halfway through another spin when you heard a brief shout and a heavy thud. When you turned back, Steve was in a bewildered heap on the ice. Biting back a laugh, you weaved quickly through the other skaters, crouching carefully as you slid up to Steve. 

“Are you okay?”

“I fell,” he said, his eyes still wide as they found yours.

“I see that,” you said gently. “Are you okay?”

“I’m bad at this,” Steve laughed, shock morphing into utter delight. 

You smiled hesitantly, reaching for him.

“Did you hit your head?”

“What? No! I just - ” He laughed again. “I fell over. I didn’t get pushed or hit a rough patch of ice I just… Lost my balance and couldn’t save it. And I fell.”

“I’ve literally never seen anyone this happy about falling on their ass in public,” you said, a giggle bubbling up at the sight of that wide, delighted smile still fixed on his beautiful face.

“I feel so normal,” 

“I’d maybe up the angst a little if you want to be normal. Bruised tailbone and all.” 

“Okay,” Steve said simply, flopping straight on his back on the ice like a toddler and sending you into a fit of giggles in the process. 

“That’s not quite what I -” You could barely breathe to get the sentence out, clasping a  hand over your mouth in an attempt to get ahold of yourself.

“That HURT!” Steve called out, still sprawled out on the ice. “I’m so EMBARRASSED!” 

“Steve,” you laughed, letting yourself drop into a seated position next to him. 

“Don’t LOOK at me!” he continued. “Leave me here to DIE!” 

“Incredible,” you said through your giggles. “We found him. The most normal man on the planet.”

Steve was laughing now too, eyes sparkling as he discovered you sprawling on the ice beside him. He wrapped an arm around you, dragging you closer to him and muffling his laughter against your skin, pressing cold little kisses to your face.

“Ready for a break?” you asked as you recovered your breath. 

“Sure,” he said. “But you’re either going to have to teach me how to get up or drag me to the exit.”

You snorted.

“Alright, come on. Scoot closer to the wall. That’ll be easier for you.” 

After a couple of false starts, Steve managed to regain his footing, grumbling playfully at the ease with which you popped up from the ice once he was standing. 

You made it to the gap in the wall successfully, and you pretended not to notice the way Steve very intentionally overbalanced as he shifted from ice to snow, falling into you with overly innocent eyes and the fakest apology you’d ever heard. 

“You’re getting too confident already,” you chastised playfully, as he hugged you tightly. “You’re not good enough to start fake falling. You’re going to actually knock yourself over again.” 

“Wow. Meanest teacher I’ve ever had,” he said, barely audible from where he had his face nuzzled against your neck.

“I’m a monster,” you agreed, tugging on his coat until he at least started shuffling back towards the bleachers with you. “Let's get our shoes back on for a minute so we can get our hands on some pastries and hot chocolate.” 

You changed quickly, tucking your belongings neatly under the bench and heading towards the food truck. Steve caught you up in his arms again as you inspected the chalk sandwich board, standing behind you and reading over your shoulder. You swayed slightly along with the music playing from the large outdoor speaker. 

“What do you think?” you asked after a moment. 

“Trying to decide between a croissant and a cinnamon roll.” 

“Easy. we’ll get both. What about a drink?”

He hummed thoughtfully, pointing at the bottom corner of the board.

“What’s this list for? Do you know?”

“I think it’s extra flavors you can add to your coffee or hot chocolate.” 

After another minute of quiet conversation, you stepped up to the window. An older woman with bright silvery hair smiled at you welcomingly.

“Hi! Can we get two croissants and a cinnamon roll, please?”

“Of course! Any drinks?”

“Do you have a favorite?” Steve asked. 

“I think hot chocolate is the way to go,” she said with a bright smile. “I like cherry in mine, but you can’t go wrong with mint.” 

“One of each?” Steve suggested, tilting his head to see your face better.

You smiled and nodded, pulling your wallet out of your purse as the woman rang up your order and read out the price. Steve’s hand disappeared from around your waist for a moment, re-entering your field of vision with his own wallet in hand.

“Hey!” you said, snatching it out of his hand. “I told you to leave that at home!”

“You sure did,” he said, eyes dancing with amusement as you flailed your arm around to keep his wallet out of reach. “Must have forgotten. Oh well.”

“You did not,” you argued, hurriedly shoving it down your sweater before he could get his hands on it, keeping one arm tucked around your own waist to keep it from falling out the bottom. 

“Seriously?”

“I win,” you said proudly, shifting awkwardly to fish your credit card from your own wallet with one hand. 

The woman in the food truck grinned back at you as she handed you your receipt.

“Oh! Almost forgot to ask. Do either of you want marshmallows or whipped cream on your hot chocolates?”

“Marshmallows,” Steve answered, poking at your sides until you squirmed, trying to dislodge his wallet from your sweater. 

“So many you can’t actually see the liquid,” you added.

“My kind of people,” she said approvingly before moving out of view to prepare your order.

“We got a good grade in hot chocolate,” you whispered to Steve, swatting at his hands. “Quit!”

“Give me back my wallet!”

Your dramatic sigh devolved into laughter as Steve kept tickling your side. You unclenched your arm, letting his wallet fall out of your sweater, knowing he would catch it before it hit the ground.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, elbowing him lightly. “Even though you broke the rules of surprise date day.” 

“Won’t happen again,” he promised, wrapping his arms back around you once his wallet was safely stored in his back pocket. 

“Mhmm,” you hummed, unconvinced. “I’ll believe it when I see it, pal.” 

“How about…” He kissed the wrinkle between your brows until it smoothed beneath his touch. “Tomorrow?”

“What?”

“We could do another surprise date day. I’ll leave my wallet at home.”

You laughed, surprised and incredibly pleased at the eagerness and joy in his eyes.

“You really want to?”

“I really want to. It doesn’t have to be - I mean, we could do this again. Or stay in all day. I don’t care.” 

You smiled at him, shaking your head in awe at that soft, excited expression on his face. 

“I’ll see what I can do. For my super cute boyfriend,” you said quietly, giggling at the way his cheeks grew a little pinker. 

“Thanks.”

“Anything for you,” you said. And you absolutely meant it.

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A/N: My heart is TOO SOFT HELP! As always, replies, reblogs, and asks are deeply appreciated and provide all the happy writer juice. Love you guys!

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[kdogreads]

Okay so this is an idea for a daryl fic. I’ve seen your work and I really like it! For setting, I was thinking of Daryl surprising Fem! reader with a picnic that he prepared himself. basically just a bunch of fluff lol. Thank you!!

I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long, my dear Anon, but here you are. Thank you so much for the love! <3 I hope you enjoy!

One Sunny Afternoon

Daryl Dixon x f!reader fluff(mostly gn but use of “girl” and “ma’am” once or twice)

TW: none? Just pure, tooth-rotting fluff

Send me your requests! Thank you for reading :)

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It had been a quiet few months within the walls of Alexandria. Finally. You seemed to have more and more time to yourselves lately, and you were taking full advantage of it. Spring had just sprung and you were spending most of your time outside. Whether it was working on your garden, taking the kids on a “field trip” to find different kinds of butterflies, or just enjoying your coffee on the porch, you were soaking up every bit of sunshine and peace that you could.

It was early afternoon when your shift in the clinic ended and you headed straight home to pour yourself some lemonade and perch yourself on your front porch swing to wait for Daryl to return from his hunt. Much to your surprise, Daryl came strolling up the sidewalk only a few minutes later. You hadn’t noticed until now that his truck was still in the garage.

“Hey sweetheart,” He greeted you as he walked up the steps and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Hey baby, where were you? I thought you and Rick were out hunting today?” You handed him your glass, offering him a drink that he gratefully took. He enjoyed a long sip before handing the glass back to you and answering.

“Nah, I had the day off,” He spoke with a smirk on his face, “Got somethin’ to show ya.” He nodded his head away from your home, signaling that you were going out somewhere.

You raised an eyebrow before taking his outstretched hand. You set your empty glass on the worn planks of your porch and followed quickly before Daryl yanked you down the steps. Thoughts ran through your mind as to just what he was up to.

“Where are you taking me, Dixon?” You teased as he held your small hand in his strong one, pulling you in the direction of a flowery clearing within the walls.

“Jus’ hush and keep up, girl,” He grumbled without looking your way. You rolled your eyes and responded with a snarky, “Yes sir.” This caused him to look back at you and shake his head, his lips twitching up in the corners ever so slightly.

When you finally reached the quiet clearing, far enough away from the rest of the community that the sounds of children playing had faded and all you could hear were birds singing, you furled your brows together, confused. You realized what you were seeing as you approached something laid out on the ground — a yellow and white plaid blanket was spread out over the green grass, slightly rippling up at the corners in the wind. A large wicker basket sat in one corner while an old glass milk carton held a fresh arrangement of purple and white wildflowers.

“Daryl, what is all this?” You question in a state of awe. Your hand slipped from his and landed over your agape mouth.

“S’nothin’. Just wanted to do somethin’ for ya,” He replied with his eyes averted from yours, “You’ve been workin’ so much lately, jus’ thought you deserve somethin’ nice.”

You stepped towards the sweet spread in front of you, then turned to face a fidgeting Daryl. You reached up to cupped his sun-worn face in your hands, forcing his gaze to meet yours, and planted a soft kiss onto his lips. Your hands slid further back into his flowing chestnut locks and pulled his body to yours. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and tucked his face into the crook of your neck, placing whisper-like kisses onto your salty skin.

“Thank you, Daryl. You didn’t have to do all of this for me,” You spoke into his broad shoulder and melted further into his embrace, “I knew you were a softie after all.”

He scoffed into your neck, his warm breath cascading down your skin, filling your senses with a soft, floating feeling. He pressed his lips into the soft spot just above your collarbone one more time before pulling away. You let out a low whine at the loss of his arms around you.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Daryl encouraged and grabbed your hand again, the other guiding you down as you sat criss-cross on the pastel quilted blanket.

He took a seat across from you and began unpacking the basket between you. It was a modest spread — some pickles, likely stale crackers paired with freshly made goat cheese and an assortment of fruit from the Hilltop. Lastly, a still-corked bottle of wine that you had no idea how Daryl had acquired.

“Jeez, honey, you trying to seduce me or somethin’? You know it doesn’t take this much,” You teased him as you savored a bite of cheese and Daryl masterfully opened the bottle with his knife. He chuckled from deep within his chest as he poured the wine into two mismatched glasses.

“Nah, I woulda taken ya straight to bed if tha’ was the case,” He growled into his glass.

You let a sharp breath escape your nostrils as you enjoyed the tangy sweetness of a pickle spear. You took another bite and outstretched your hand to feed him the rest. He accepted the offer with a crunch and a low hum of approval.

You slowly enjoyed the fresh flavors of the snacks in front of you for another few minutes, gazing sweetly at Daryl from time to time. He graced you with a gentle smile as he fed you bites of fruit and cheese. You returned the gesture in kind, sharing crisp slices of apple and giggling as the sweet juice of the watermelon trickled down both of your chins. Daryl wiped his face with his sleeve, but grabbed your hand when you reached up to wipe your own. He leaned in and licked a warm stripe from base of your neck, up the side of your jaw and finally to your sweetly coated mouth. His lips met yours in a sloppy, warm kiss. You hummed into his mouth and savored the flavors of his tongue.

“How’d I get so lucky, Daryl Dixon?” You whispered into his lips when he gave you a break for air, your eyes still fluttered shut, enjoying the sensation of sharing his space.

“I’m the lucky one, sweetheart,” He breathed back to you and pulled away, gently guiding your hand up to his swollen lips and placing a sweet peck onto your knuckles.

Daryl leaned back to rest on his palms and stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankle. You tossed the last bite of cheese into your mouth and finished off your wine. You put the empty glass on the ground beside you and crawled your way over to Daryl’s relaxed body. He shifted his position, opening his legs far enough apart for you to wiggle in between them, your back coming to rest on his broad chest as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. He peppered your jaw and neck with sweet kisses as you relaxed further into him.

“Yer the prettiest girl I ever seen, ya know that?” He whispered, his breath dancing over the sensitive skin of your neck once more. You shivered as his words tickled your senses. “You cold, baby?”

“No, no,” you sighed into his ear as he slid his wide hands up and down your goosebump-spotted arms, “Just- just happy.”

“So bein’ happy makes ya cold?” He lifted his head to meet your gaze.

“No, Daryl,” You breathed out a laugh and raised your hand to caress the side of his face, “Just let me enjoy this, okay?” You gave him a gentle smack on the forearm and smiled softly at him.

“Anythin’ you want, darlin’,” He kissed into your lips.

“You sure there’s nothin’ else you’d like to do on this sunny afternoon, love?” You questioned Daryl with a smirk on your lips as he settled his arms over your tummy and your shoulders relaxed into him again.

“Nah, I wanna stay righ’ here with you,” He grumbled into your shoulder, resting his chin there, “Tha’ okay with ya, ma’am?”

A soft nod was all that you could muster as your senses filled with a warm glow and your eyes fluttered shut. You felt so safe and loved in Daryl’s arms that you couldn’t help but smile into his cheek. It was a rare, quiet moment, but you and Daryl were soaking in every moment of this little slice of heaven.

[barnes-n-nobles]

Green Thoughts (DARK! BUCKY)

Request: Can you make a dark! Bucky but in the 40s. After the war he meets reader and becomes obsessed with her. If you could put some housewife kink it would be great.

YES!! We love this!! Something’s might be off relating to the 1940s but we’re gonna pretend that it functioned and existed in that time lol

Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!

Warnings: noncon smut, mentally unstable Bucky, possessive, toxic, obsessive behavior, stalker, incredibly jealous, semi public sex, knife play, a sprinkle of  Daddy/kitten dynamic

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Bucky was finally back home in Brooklyn after the war, oh how he missed seeing the morning adorn this beloved borough. Heading up to his old home he watched as everyone was rushing to get to their jobs and or schools. When he finally arrived he entered,  dropped his things and going straight to the shower. During that time he wondered what it would be like to come home to a pretty little wife, a partner to share this space with, someone to have all three meals a day with, a companion for the rest of his life. He would have fun with women here and there but he never felt the need to settle down with them. He never felt the presence of the one. 

As he tossed and turned in bed, he got irritated and decided to go down to the local laundromat since his washer was broken. At least he could try to be somewhat productive. As he gathered his things, his mind wandered to what would be his future wife. She would do this for him, she would iron his clothes, fold them nice and neat. Treat him like a king, love him unconditionally as the perfect wedding ring sat in her left hand. He promised to god how he would love her for everything and anything that she did for him. He was already falling in love with his future wife without even meeting her. Talk about down bad.

Walking in he went to the furthest washer and started shoving his clothes in, dropping the detergents inside. Bucky sat down and started to read the newspaper as the machine started, reading mindlessly before you walked in. The door bell rang, making him lower his paper, and there you were, humming and singing a song that had been stuck in your head since you heard it.

https://open.spotify.com/track/3Ne18erT7yUpOaxjnVgmty?si=6c14f891fc5f499e

“You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise

To come home to and love”

Bucky instantly recognized the song, it was called You’d be so nice to come home to by Vera Lynn.

Bucky instantly recognized you. You were the daughter of the local baker. He always had a little crush on you but he didn’t even make a move since he knew he was going into the military. But when he laid his eyes on you again, his heart fluttered, the perfect song for the perfect moment. He stood there, watching your beautiful figure pass by him with out noticing him. It was like a movie, your beauty was unlike anything he’d ever seen. You were so different, so graceful, perfect, just how he wanted. As you continued your own thing, you reached into your bag for the detergents, but upon looking further, you totally forgot to bring it. “Oh no” you muttered closing your eyes and touching your forehead. You had came all this way and now you had to go all the way back. Bucky knew that tone all too well, so he decided to approach you, “Excuse me dear I-”

“oh thank God! I thought I was doomed. Would you happen to have some extra detergent Sir?” You giggled, “I’m ashamed to say that I forgot my own back home!” You interrupted, gently placing your hand on his arm.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile and even chuckle at your silliness. You were outgoing and not very polite but at the same time you were, it was intriguing. “Actually I do, here, take the rest” he handed you the little bottle while you beamed in gratitude, “Thank you so much! You really saved me today. Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t even catch your name?” you asked pouring through the contents into your load. “James” he responded, his smile unable to subside. When you looked up at him, you started to really pay attention to his features. He seemed so familiar. He had the most beautiful eyes, a perfect face and a bright white smile, broad shoulders, his hair nice and well kept. He just exhumed confidence, which made him that much more attractive. He extended his hand out, your own mirroring his to shake it, “Y/n, a pleasure to meet you James” you added, making him smile as he brought up your hand to his lips, kissing it lightly, “Pleasures all mine, Doll” he murmured, not breaking eye contact from the moment he placed his lips on you to the moment that he straightened up.

“You can actually call me Bucky too if you’d like. My full name is James Buchanan Barnes but my close friends call me Bucky” he added, his hand still holding your own. It was rare when you felt nervous but for some reason he made you feel that way. Your eyes darted to another place, and you stepped in that direction to avoid his lingering gaze, “Bucky…hmm that sounds so familiar..wait aren’t you THE Bucky that would come into my dads bakery all the time?? Oh my gosh!!! Are you also the Bucky that fought alongside captain America?!” your tone heightening. James turned around to make sure that no one’s was nearby before answering, he didn’t want the extra attention, “Yeah I am, but if you don’t mind keeping that last part between you and me that would be amazing. As ironic as this sounds I like to be treated normally, without the fame and such” he answered, leaning against a folding counter. The way his big arms flexed was mesmerizing, you wondered how they would feel around you. Gosh snap out of it! This was not the time nor place. Not to mention it was incredibly inappropriate on your part.

He noticed that your eyes lingered over his arms, making him flex them a bit. God you really had no shame. “Dont worry your secret is safe with me but it’s so good to see you again Buck”  You added giving him a nice big hug, but after you did it, your smile started to fade as you remembered why you couldn’t even dream to be this close to him.

Bucky noticed your change in body language, taking into account that your smile was no longer adorning your face, “Are you alright? Kinda lookin’ a little green around the gills there, Doll” he asked in confusion. “Yeah I’m totally fine, don’t worry” you replied placing your hand on his arm again, dragging it down quickly before you went to check on your clothes again. You had always been a touchy person so you didn’t even notice you were doing it but Bucky did. He was yearning for you to touch him again.

When he followed you, he noticed that you had a ring on. He froze, he didn’t want to be rude but it couldn’t hurt to ask, “That’s a nice ring…are you married?” He asked eyeing the ring with a hint of disgust. You weakly smiled looking at it, inspecting it before you spoke, you too looking at it with annoyance, “Not yet. It’s just a promise ring”

“Just a promise ring? Most ladies would be ecstatic about that” he assumed

You hummed, turning it around hiding the gem so it just looked like a plain silver ring, “My parents want me to marry him but he’s too…I’m sorry I shouldn’t even be venting about this to a total stranger” you sighed.

Bucky was desperate to hear more. He wanted to know what was wrong so that he could be there for you, comfort you, support you. He would settle for a friendship.

“Im not a stranger, remember? And besides It’s good to vent. I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone even if I wanted to, I have no true friends here. Your secrets are safe with me too” he winked making you giggle nervously.

“I appreciate it, but I really shouldn’t. He is to be my husband soon so there’s no point in complaining about it. It is what it is” you replied.

Bucky felt bold. Maybe it was his desperation and anger but he got closer to you nonetheless. Your feet stepped back until your waist hit a counter, “why don’t we get a cup of coffee together…it’ll help you feel more comfortable” his voice was low, soft, and so deep. He caged you in with his arms, his warm breath fanning over your face. He smelled so good, his cologne was sure to stay with you for the rest of the day. “J-James I-” you Stammered, but before you could say anything else he stepped away from you, his warmth no longer close to you. Why did you miss it already?

“Dont be nervous y/n, I won’t bite. We’re old friends, right? I got some things of my own that I would like to share with you so why don’t we go to the coffee shop that’s down the street.” He suggested with a smile.

“I don’t want to sound rude but….if anyone sees me with you, I could be in big trouble. I’m technically already promis-”

“But you’re not married” he cut you off, sounding a little irritated. He cleared his throat before continuing.

“This, my dear, is JUST a promise ring” he whispered taking your hand in his, slowly twisting the ring, “a promise that is only 50% likely to happen. You already don’t want to be with him, so…” he continued holding the ring and sliding it off your finger. You quickly retracted your hand, “Shush don’t say that! This isn’t right James, how would you feel if I was your wife and some other guy was trying to do the same thing you’re doing now” you exclaimed, poking his chest as the last 5 words escaped your lips.

He quickly turned you around, pressing his body against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist, forcing a chill down your back. His lips ghosted over your ear, his delightful scent embracing you again, “for one I wouldn’t give you a silly little promise ring, I would marry you immediately. Two, I wouldn’t let you go anywhere alone, these are dangerous times, Doll. If you were mine, I’d keep you nice and hidden for only my eyes to enjoy, so don’t ever ask me a such a ridiculous question like that”. Every single word went straight down to your pussy, his dominance was enticing, for a split second you wanted to risk it all for this man, but you had to remind yourself that this was wrong. Bucky was so forward, confident, attractive, and, your most favorite part, was that he exuded dominance.

Your promised man was Jarred. He was the complete opposite, he did not stir these emotions in you, he was no match for Bucky.

“Are you still with me?” He asked letting you go, “I want to hear what’s going through your head” he smirked. Fuck. Him. He is mesmerizing.

You looked down at your hand, noticing that the ring was gone, your eyes darted to the floor, scanning it quickly. Bucky raised his hand, showing you the ring, “It’s right here…but I won’t give it to you.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, “that’s enough James, I’d like my ring back”

“Go out with me first”

Your eyes widened, “are you crazy! I just told you that I’m-” Bucky cut you off by kissing you. His hand went up to your face, holding you in place as he moved his lips on yours. Your body was betraying you. Your lips melted right into his, going along with him and moving in sync. Before Bucky went any further, he broke the kiss, looking at you through half lidded eyes, “Now you HAVE to go out with me…or I’ll tell everyone what happened here” he threatened. You thought he was being funny so you chuckled, but he was dead serious.

“You’re so Crazy” you laughed but his serious manner didn’t falter, “I’ll go pick you up tomorrow night at 5pm”

“Bucky you’re insane! My parents would never let me go”

“Trust me they will. Be ready Doll, I don’t like to wait” he said before giving you a quick peck to the lips. “Oh and make sure to tell your parents about me today. It’s going to be a great help for tomorrow”

~Later that day-

When you got home from your errands you saw your family sitting on the couch looking a little out of sorts. They seemed almost sad. “Y/n, darling. Come sit, we need to talk”. Your heart started to race. Did Bucky say something already? That wasn’t right he said he wouldn’t unless you went out with him.

“What’s the matter?“ you asked nervously, crossing your arms, hiding your left hand that was missing the ring.

“We’ve got terrible news. Jarred…decided to pull out from the marriage agreement. He, um…He’s found someone else” your dad finished, looking at your mother who’s eyes were now filled with tears.

“O-oh..” you stuttered.

“But that’s no problem darling, we can find you someone else” he quickly added.

“Actually, I already knew that he was with someone else. I caught him a couple days ago” you lied, “S-so I went out to cry and stuff, and I ended up running into an old friend, do you guys remember Bucky? James Buchanan Barnes?” You asked carefully.

“James!! Of course we know him. He’s a national hero, is he back already? That’s great news, you hear that honey” your dad asked shaking your mom a bit, making her smile weakly.

“Yes, well he was actually comforting me and he’s also single so I figured we could go out and, get to know each other a little better” you suggested making your parents visibly happy.

“Of course! We need to find you a great husband and I think he would be the most divine choice” you mom added. This was way too easy, there was no way that this JUST happened out of no where. 

“I’m glad you two agree, because he will be here tomorrow at 5pm to take me out on a date” you quickly said, hoping to not arise suspicion. Your parent were already over the moon because you would be going out with a hero so they didn’t really care much. All the really cared about was that you were married and out of the house so that you could start your own family.

As the night came to an end you got into bed and started to think about Bucky. The way he embraced you, the way he kissed you. He was intoxicating. You wondered what would have happened if you allowed him to touch you further. Would he have stopped, would he have continued. The feeling started to come back, you pressed your thighs together as you thought about him, but you wanted to feel some more, so you ran your hand down, touching  yourself gently. You wondered how he would be in bed, would he be vanilla or rough. You hoped that he would be rough, feeling his strong hands grip you, his arms wrapping over your body as you moan in pleasure, “Mm Jamess” you softly groaned as you rubbed your clit faster.

You wondered if he would like the way that you moaned his name, would he moan yours too? You started to imagine his voice, telling you all the dirty things that he was going to do to you. Your imagination was going wild. But the only person who was actually going wild was Bucky, who was watching you from your window. He had just come to make sure you made it safely but then he decided to stay a little longer and just watch you from afar. Your bedroom was facing the backyard so no one was able to watch you like this but him. As soon as you started he decided to pull his dick out and join you. His thick cock was throbbing in his hands, seeing you do such a dirty thing made him want to break into your house and fuck you then and there. The more he thought about it, the more inclined he was to do it. Before he could cum, he let go of himself, grunting as his body tried to get him to release but he wouldn’t allow it. He wanted to see you, to touch you. There was no way you would say no, after all, you were so easily manipulated.

He tapped on your window slightly, at first you thought it was a bird but the tapping got more incessant. You turned your head and saw a figure in the window. You quickly got up, heading toward the window to see the person you were just fantasizing about. “Bucky?!” You whispered quickly opening the window. “What? What are you doing here?” You whispered/ yelled.

“Came to check on my Doll, may I come in?” He asked. You nodded and stepped aside to let him in. Making sure that your door was locked, you turned off your lights to fake that you were asleep. “Are you going to say hello?” He asked smiling as he stepped closer to you, but you took a step back subconsciously. “Wait! I’m kind of freaked out that you’re here right now” you exclaimed, making him roll his eyes and grab you before you could step further away from him. “Just shut up and kiss me” he whispered, pulling you more into him by your waist. You pressed your lips to him, making him moan in satisfaction, his hips jerked towards you making you feel his hardness.

Bucky wanted to deepen the kiss but you turned your face, “James, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you’re here but can I ask you why?”.

He groaned in annoyance, “why can we talk about this later” he whispered not letting you go as he walked toward the bed, sitting down and making you go over his lap, your legs on either side of him. As he kissed your neck, you couldn’t help but moan, the strange feeling causing electrifying shocks to go through your body. “James~” you mewled as he grabbed your hair, pulling it down to have better access to your neck. “That’s right Doll, tell me who’s making you feel this good” he whispered running his hand down to your clothed clit. When he started to run you, he noticed that you were already wet, probably from the previous time that you were touching yourself. “I saw you touching yourself, my dirty little Doll. Can you tell me what you were thinking about”. His whispers were so mesmerizing, his deep low voice made you get shivers, you just wanted to hear it forever.

Your mind was debating wether or not to tell him. It was embarrassing but you also wanted to do whatever he said, “ When a Sargent speaks to you’re obligated to answer” he growled, flipping you over and slamming you down onto the mattress, “Must I teach you some manners, Doll?” he said grabbing your neck, squeezing it tightly.

“I’m-Mm- S-sorry” you choked out, making him smile before he let you go. “Answer me” he referred to his first question.

“You…I was thinking about you” you lowly confessed as you avoided his eyes. You could see his silver dog tag necklace around him, his collarbone poking out as he swallowed, his lips turning into a smirk. He was so erotic, and your body kept screaming for him. “Tell me more” he ordered, his eyes wanting to capture yours, but your submissiveness wouldn’t let you. He grabbed your cheeks and lifted your face up to him, “Look at me while I’m talking to you” he demanded, your eyes meeting his icy ones. So dominant, so masculine, so sexy. “I’m sorry Sargent Barnes” you sarcastically said but it made Buckys dick twitch in excitement. “I was just thinking about you, and how good it would feel to get intimate with you” finally answering the question that he so desperately needed.

“Really? And tell me how did you imagine me having you? Gentle, nice, soft, or rough, hard, and vile.” he cooed, slowly undressing himself. Panicking, you grabbed his hands stopping him, “wait! now?” you asked in agitation due to your parents being two doors down. He chuckled before he continued, moving onto your clothes next. “Dont worry baby, ill make you feel good” he whispered. His beautiful hands roamed over your body, slipping the shirt off, his hands going from your breast down to your side before landing at your hips where he slid your panties down. 

“I dont even know you like that Bucky, were not even dating” you added as you grabbed the blanket and covered yourself. He hung his head low, slowly shaking it from side to side. He gripped the blanket and ripped it off you, making you gasp. “But we will be tomorrow. You know you want this, and im dying to be inside you” he desperately confessed, getting in between your legs, his body pinning yours down as his lips touched yours. As he was making out with you, he kept thrusting his hips into you, his dick leaking precum, smearing it all over your clit as his tip rubbed past you over and over again. “Bucky, mmm stop” you moaned, your mind telling you no but your body reacting the complete. 

“dont ask me to stop, instead, tell me you dont want it” he groaned, slipping his dick inside your wet cunt. 

“AAH~” you moaned, but his hand flew up to your mouth, covering it to muffle your sounds. “as much as i want to hear how feral you're going with my dick inside you, you have to stay quiet babydoll. We dont want your parents to know that their good little girl has let in a complete stranger through the window and is getting pumped full of cock, now do we?” he chuckled darkly as you kept moaning into his hand. This was so wrong but it felt so good. He had such a way with words and it made your pussy yearn for him even more” 

Bucky nuzzled his face in the nape of your neck, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, you were gripping him so tight. Your legs wrapped around his wait made it easier for him to reach further inside you, biting your neck in order to suppress his moans, instead he just growled and panted against you. 

*knock knock*

Both of you froze, his hips halting his erratic movement. 

“y/n, are you okay?” your mom called out, as she tried to twist the door knob. 

“yes mother im fine! Dont open the door, im in my undergarments.” you exclaimed making Bucky smirk. He slowly stared to pump into you again, your mouth flying up tp cover your mouth. 

“okay...are you sure youre okay? I heard you yell” she pressed. 

Bucky started to fuck into you harder, “answer” he ordered, pulling your hands away, pinning them to the side of your head. 

“I-Im okay!! I tripped” you choked out, arching your back into him. 

“Okay...im going back to bed” she added before walking away. 

Bucky darkly chuckled before pinning your hands above your head, absolutely destroying your pussy now. He had to keep you quiet so he kissed you, taking and swallowing all the noise you were making. This silently pained him. He wanted to hear you loud and clear, moaning out his name as you were getting fucked by him. He could feel himself get close, but he wouldn't even think about cumming before you. “you feel so good, Doll. I cant wait to hear you scream out my name while I give you the best fucking of your life” he whispered kissing your ear. This just boosted the sensation of pleasure, making you whine in response. 

“You belong to me y/n...tell me youre mine” he ordered, hitting your g spot now, “Mmm Buckyyy...im y-yours..you own me” you obeyed. His smiled got wider, revealing his pearly whites as he kept kissing down your neck. “Thats right princess...you belong to me now” he growled, making you go over the edge. You started to shake as your orgasm spread through your body. Your back arched, and your moans started spilling out, his hand flying to your mouth to cover it. 

Hearing you all muffled with your wall clenching around him, made him spill into you. His deep grunts, ringed in your ear, he too trying to keep quiet as he coated your insides with his hot cum. He stuck to you for a minute, waiting until he was sure that every last drop was inside you. A few seconds passed and he pulled out, laying next to you. He turned and gave you a kiss, before grabbing your body and spooning it, his big arms wrapping around you like a bear. 

“Can I be honest?” he asked breaking the silence. 

“sure” 

“Im in love with you”

You froze, turning your head towards him, only able to see him through your peripheral vision, “How can you say that James, you dont even know me” 

“I do know you. Ive been knowing you, we just havent had the chance to-”

“have sex?” you interrupted, sounding a little irritated. 

“Look you're a handsome man, and I probably would have let you had sex with me if you just asked. Given the fact that I wasn't with Jarred of course” you explained. Buckys hands clenched into a fist, quickly straightening up looking at you fully. 

“Is that what you think? that im just trying to have sex with you? You can get that bullshit out of your head right now, because I want you as my wife for the rest of my life. I know how you are and Ive always loved your personality. When I saw you again, it was like god came down and pointed directly at you and said, “shes the one” I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” he added. 

“yeah but-” he silenced you by covering your mouth with his hand, “Im not going to let you go, so just drop it” 

“do you know how insane it is to get married to someone you dont even know. Bucky we havent even been on a date how do we know were compatible” you added. Bucky was now livid, he couldnt believe how you could talk to him this way. 

“Youre such a hypocrite, you were willingly going to marry that bastard just because mommy and daddy wanted you to. Youre going to marry me and thats final. Do I have to take you away from them to do it? Because I will if I have to” he warned, his anger skyrocketing. 

Your mouth was wide open, did he really just threaten to kidnap you? There was absolutely no way. All you could do was chuckle in nervousness. 

“Youre insane” 

He quirked his head and shoulder to the side, letting out a breathy laugh, “just a little, but I did mean every word I said. Im also not fond of sharing, so dont speak to any other males unless im around. I try to not be a violent person but when I get mad, I turn into a monster. Please dont make me do something Ill regret.” he smirked giving you a quick peck to the lips before laying down again and cuddling you. 

“Yes, Sargent” you answered thinking his jealousy was cute, but you didn't even consider that he truly meant every.single.word. 

~~~Little over a month later~~~

When your parents met him, they were mesmerized. He said every single thing they wanted to hear and they ere automatically won over because he was a war hero. When he asked for you hand in marriage, your parents were surprised but ecstatic nonetheless. Their daughter would finally be on her own and living her best life as the perfect housewife. Bucky always knew that you were raised to be the best wife, your mother took care of that very early on. It made sense to choose you, you were what he’d always wanted, not to mention your beauty was  ethereal. The wedding was very simple and only close family members were invited. He dressed up in his uniform and you wore a beautiful white dress that your mom gifted you. Everything was perfect, your heart was filled with love and you thanked yourself for giving into him and giving him a chance. He had a home of his own so you moved in with him, filling each and every role that a housewife could. 

Bucky had never been happier, he loved you so much. The way you cooked for him, the way you two made love, the way you took care of everything pertaining to the house was marvelous. When he got home from work you'd be waiting for him, all dolled up and with dinner hot and ready on the table. Everything was just perfect. The only thing that haunted him was that you would leave him for another man. He was always protective over you and whenever he got jealous and you started to point it out, he would shut you up by being sexual towards you. That was your weakness, and he used that to his advantage every single time until you either dropped it or forgot about it. 

Today was going to be a busy day as you were preparing a get together to celebrate his promotion at work. The whole house was clean but you need to go to the store to get some last ingredients for his favorite dessert. Bucky told you that he didnt want you to go out alone, but you decided to break this rule just this once to do something nice for him. The store was only a short 15 minute walk from the house so you grabbed your things and left. As you got closer to the store, you kept feeling a pair of eyes following you, so you occasionally turned but there was no one there. Maybe it was just your nerves, after all you were breaking one of his rules. 

When you got inside, you started to grab your things, walking around the isles a little more, liking this freedom of not having to rush because Bucky wanted to get home. As you finished up, you got in line, waiting for your turn. The feel was back, so you turned your head around, only to be met with Jarred. You had to do a double take, you two never even got the chance to talk about anything. 

“y/n! Hello, nice to see you again” he sad softly clearing his throat as he scoped out the area, making sure he wasnt near. Your eyes widened, not sure what to say. You got mixed emotions. It was nice to see him but you felt guilty for some reason, which was bizarre since he was the one that dumped you with a note. 

“Jarred...hi” you replied, looking around yourself. You didnt want to be seen talking to him by anyone you knew. “I dont want to waste your time with small talk, but I really need to talk to you” 

“why would we need to talk? Theres nothing to talk about” you said a little too fast. 

“Its about James. He...he’s not a good person. He made me do things and..just please leave him. You dont know what he’s capable of” 

You narrowed your eyes in confusion shaking your head, “what are you talking about” 

“I dont have much time, just please...meet me at the school thats by your parents house. We can talk about everything there, let say around noon tomorrow? He’ll be at work right?”

“Jarred are you okay? Im married now, I cant be talking to you. Theres nothing that you can say that will interest me” you spat. 

“Im begging you y/n, he beat me to the ground and threatened to kill me and my entire family if I didnt leave you. Just listen to me, please. He is dangerous. Ill see you there tomorrow” he whispered walking away from you. 

The words kept replaying in your head, he threatened to kill me and my entire family if I didnt leave you.

This had to be some sick joke. There was no way that a Sargent would do that to a person. But Jarred did look pretty bruised up still, and it was super weird how fast Jarred dumped you. When you got home, you could see that his car was parked in the driveway, your heart beating faster at the thought of having to see him. 

Your hands were shaking a bit as you put the key into the lock, but the door swung open revealing your handsome husband. He smiled warmly at you, “where were you Doll, I got worried there for a second” his beautiful smile adorned his face, his white teeth shining as his eyes stared deep into your own. Oh thank god he wasnt mad. 

He stepped to the side to let you in, “im sorry honey, I went to the store to get some things that I needed. I was planning a surprise dinner for you but I had no idea you would be here now” you said, going to the kitchen and setting your bag down. 

Bucky closed the door and locked it, “yeah I got off early today, im sorry about your surprise” he muttered walking towards you. 

“Wheres my kiss” he asked impatiently, giving you a back hug. Your eyes widened, “Im sorry my love, Im just all over the place” you confessed turning around and giving him a big hug paired with a big kiss. 

He snaked his hands around you, clinging onto your waist. When you tried to turn, his arms held you in place, “Bucky I need to start making the dough for the pastries” you explained trying again to break from his arms. 

“Why dont you tell me what you were doing at the store, Doll” he asked his smile slowly fading into a scowl. 

Your eyes widened a bit, your breath catching in your throat, “w-what?” you asked confused, “how did-” 

“I asked you a question” 

“Bucky..I..I told you. To get some ingredients” you answered, cursing yourself for acting so abnormal. 

His nose flared, “What else were you doing” he muttered through gritted teeth as his jaw clenched. 

“Nothing, let me go, youre hurting me now” you said trying to push him away with your arms, causing him to hold on to you tighter. 

“were you doing something you weren't supposed to? is my wife out there being a whore?” taking your hair into his fist. 

You gasped, “Bucky please, stop” you whined, making him let you, your body crashing down onto the floor, you quickly backed up as he stepped closer to you. “You thought I wouldn't find out that you left the house with out me? Huh? Or that you were entertaining that pathetic excuse of a human Jarred. How fucking dare you disrespect me like that” he yelled grabbing you by your neck, pulling you up with ease. “all of a sudden you want to go back to him? Youre fucking delirious y/n, youre mine” he growled forcing himself on you. You tried to turn your head but he kept kissing you, “Youre a monster” you managed to blurt out, making him stop, “what?” he asked looking at you shocked. 

“Jarred told me what you did to him. You're a monster! How could yo-” before you said anything else your head was turned to its side in a millisecond. Your cheek started to burn, the heat flowing in. 

“Dont you ever take that tone with me again. Ive been nothing but good to you, provided for you, protected you” 

“protected me? Youre keeping me prisoner here, I cant go anywhere with out you and its suffocating. All you do is think the worst of me when in reality you should be thinking about yourself. Youre an insecure sick fuck” you yelled, running past him to the door. When you turned the knob and open it, he slammed it shut. He grabbed you and forced you down to your knees, “if you really think im sick then let me show you exactly how truly sick I can be” he spat taking his dick out. He pulled your hair and pushed passed your lips, guiding you with his hands. Usually you take him little by little because of how big he is but today, he was shoving his dick so far down your throat that it made you choke and gag. 

“Mhm thats right Doll, choke on my dick like the whore you are he hissed, bucking his hips towards your mouth, absolutely ruining your face. Your face makeup started to go everywhere, and your nice hair was now all over the place. “You cant escape me y/n...even if I let you run, ill always find you or you'll come right back to me like a kitten who is loyal to their master” he moaned before spilling his cum down your throat. He kept himself inside you, forcing you to swallow his seed. He laughed and pulled out, smearing his remains on your face. 

He yanked you up by the neck, ripping your cute dress to shreds. “come here kitten, Daddy needs to teach you a lesson” he commanded. In the living room there was a great big window that faced the busy street, and when you put two and two together you started to fight him, “NO! NO PLEASE” you begged, your futile attempt to stop him made him chuckle. He pressed you onto the window, taking out his switchblade and pressing it to your neck. There was a little see through veil curtain that covered the window, so no one would be able to make out that he had a knife to your neck. “everyone knows where we live and who we are Doll, and everyone will know who you belong to” he threatened before he shoved his dick inside you, holding your arms behind your back while the other hand was pressing the blade into your soft skin. With your cries, you tried to mask your moans, grunting a little harder when his dick penetrated you deeper and deeper. “It angers me to think that anyone would ever touch you the way I do, but it brings me great peace knowing that that will never happen because if I cant have you, Doll.. then no one can” he warned, snapping his hips into you the blade pressing harder against you. Your moans started to spill out, your screams and cries pushing through the window. People could clearly see what was happening but you weren't able to see who was watching. 

Many people were shocked to see such a vulgar scene but they kept it moving because it was Sargent Barnes and no one would ever think to bother Americas greatest hero. “Bucky...please, stop” you cried, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. Your cheek was starting to hurt due to all the impact that it made onto the window. “Are you scared of me” he asked, dragging his blade from your neck down to your side. You didn't want to answer so he quickly drew his blade from your skin, lightly cutting you, making your scream/cry. “Are you scared of me, kitten?” he repeated, now dragging it down close to your clit. “Yes! YEs, I am” you cried, big tears falling from your eyes. “Good, you should be. I truly am a monster, so let this be the last time you test me. I would really hate to ruin that beautiful face of yours, but I will if I have to” he laughed dragging the knife from your clit up to your face, “Now let me hear you say it, who do you belong to” 

“I belong to you, Sargent Barnes~” 

[gerrystamour]

won't you come and dance in the dark with me?

Rated T | Steddie Week Day 3: First Kiss | 2900 Words | Complete

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With a determined set to his brow and a giddy smile, Eddie leaned forward and said, “I am going to kiss you, Harrington.” Steve’s jaw clenched, both with anticipation and the usage of his surname after all this time. “Call me Steve,” he said almost absentmindedly, his voice a bit strangled as he leaned closer to Eddie. A fully dimpled smile split Eddie’s face. “Stevie,” he sing-songed as he slowly leaned closer. My entry for @steddie-week Day 3, for the prompt first kiss! Yes, indeed, I was inspired to write this fic by this gifset I reblogged a few days ago.

It started at a party.

Well, actually it started in the literal manifestation of Hell as they trudged through the forest to Nancy’s house, but it properly started at a party.

It was the first party since the dust settled after defeating Vecna. Eddie was mostly recovered, and Max was out of the hospital and on the mend. It was finally time to celebrate everything, so Steve provided the venue. There was plenty of space, plus he had a pool, and the neighbours still hadn’t returned since the “earthquake.”

Everyone was there, even the rest of Eddie’s Hellfire Club, and it felt great. Having everyone they all held dear under one roof laughing, eating, drinking.

Steve was spending most of the party playing host, but finally around midnight he was snagged by a certain metalhead and dragged over to the pool chairs. Glancing around, Steve looked for Eddie’s friends, but he didn’t see any of them. They weren’t the only people outside, but everyone else was either sitting at the other side of the pool or around the side of the house having a smoke.

It was weird for Eddie to single Steve out these days. He had been avoiding Steve, or at least that was what it felt like. They had been close to inseparable after Vecna, especially with how much assistance Eddie needed while he was recovering. 

Then Eddie pulled away, put some distance between them and Steve tried to be okay with that.

It didn’t help that Steve had realized he was in love with Eddie, but he was committed to be okay with whatever Eddie gave him.

So yes, with Eddie pulling him aside now and leaning close as he giggled and retold a story about something that happened earlier that evening, all while still holding his wrist… Steve was struggling.

It was obvious that Eddie was drunk, his words slurring together a bit and his smile wide and bright. Steve was captivated, smiling dazedly under the eternal sunshine beaming from the boy in front of him. How could anyone have ever been afraid of Eddie, he wondered not for the first time.

“What?” Eddie asked, sitting up to take a drink of his beer before putting the bottle on the table.

Steve shook his head, breaking away from his thoughts. “Just missed you, man,” he confessed, cringing a bit as he realized what he said.

Eddie made a face. “I’ve been around. You saw me like, last week,” he said with a bit of pout, but he did glance away a bit.

“Yeah, I did, you’re right,” Steve conceded, keeping his tone light. “Last week.”

Because, yeah, they’d seen each other last week for about ten minutes while Steve picked Dustin up from Eddie’s trailer. He didn’t want to ruin Eddie’s good mood by pointing out they used to see each other daily.

“You’ve still got your little frown line,” Eddie said, scrunching up his face as he poked the space between Steve’s eyebrows. “How’d’you smile and frown at the same time?”

“I’m not frowning!” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes.

“You are!” Eddie insisted with a giggle of his own before he sat up straight. “What’re you thinking about?”

Steve sighed and shrugged. “I just wish we hung out more. You always blow off the plans I try to make with you, and you don’t invite me to stuff anymore,” he admitted, and he barely stopped himself from shrugging again. “I figured you just didn’t want to be my friend, or you couldn’t after everything, and I was working on being okay with that but then you do this…”

Steve trailed off, gesturing between them as Eddie considered him thoughtfully.

“When did I blow off plans with you?” Eddie asked, and Steve groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I really don’t want to do this, Eds, it’s fine,” Steve insisted, and the other man just giggled at that.

“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, y’only say shit is fine when it def’nitly isn’t,” Eddie said very seriously, even if the words began to slur together even worse.

“Then it’s okay! Not fine, okay!” Steve said, trying to end this particular line of conversation.

Eddie frowned at Steve. “You’re saying you miss me but now you’re not talking to me,” he said with a pout and Steve’s mouth actually dropped open, shocked that Eddie would have the audacity to actually turn this on him.

“Yeah, I don’t want to be a huge downer over nothing when you’re probably drunk enough that you won’t even remember half of this conversation tomorrow,” Steve said after taking a deep breath so he didn’t snap and say something bitchy and mean.

“‘M not that drunk. And it’s not nothing if you’re upset about it, Steve,” Eddie replied.

“You blew me off constantly when I’d invite you over to watch movies, but I got the hint loud and clear eventually,” Steve said in a rush, rolling his eyes as he added, “Especially after finding out you invited Jonathan and Argyle over to watch a movie the same night you blew me off two weeks ago.”

He hated how bitter he sounded tacking on that last part, but still… It kind of hurt to come in second to Jonathan Byers again, even if it wasn’t in the same way like it had been with Nancy.

“That was—I was hanging out with the boys, and Argyle was bringing some—” Eddie started to explain but stopped when Steve shook his head.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Eds. This is exactly why I didn’t want to get into this. I don’t want you feeling bad because you don’t want to spend your time with me,” Steve insisted, scrubbing his hand over his face. Eddie was still holding onto his other wrist, and selfishly he didn’t try to pull away, soaking up the contact for a bit longer.

“But I do wanna spend time with you,” Eddie said and Steve couldn’t help his incredulous snort.

“Funny way of showing it, Eds,” he tried to tease, but it came out sounding bitter and almost mean.

“I wanna kiss you,” Eddie declared, pointblank and without preamble, and Steve felt his heart all the way up in his throat as he blinked at him for several long moments.

“What?” Steve finally asked, feeling a helpless, hopeful smile pulling at his lips.

Eddie glanced at Steve’s lips before he sat up straight and rolled his shoulders back. With a determined set to his brow and a giddy smile, Eddie leaned forward and said, “I am going to kiss you, Harrington.”

Steve’s jaw clenched, both with anticipation and the usage of his surname after all this time. “Call me Steve,” he said almost absentmindedly, his voice a bit strangled as he leaned closer to Eddie.

A fully dimpled smile split Eddie’s face. “Stevie,” he sing-songed as he slowly leaned closer.

There was that moment where Steve knew he had to stop this because Eddie was a lot more drunk than he was letting on, and Steve was too sober to ignore that.

But just as Eddie moved to finish closing the distance, his eyes rolled back and he passed out, folding right over at the hips and landing with his face in Steve’s lap.

Puckering his lips at the empty space in front of him, Steve sighed a laugh and looked down at Eddie with a fond smile. 

He’d definitely be picking this up with him in the morning.

“Oh, gross, what are you two doing out here? There’re still kids running around.”

Steve jumped and looked over at Eddie’s friends standing there with wide eyes. “Nothing! We’re—he just passed out, we’re not doing anything,” he said quickly, lifting his hands. It didn’t help that the implication had something below the belt twitching with interest. “Seriously, we were just talking and then he passed out.”

The three boys considered him carefully before the one in the middle, Gareth, smirked.

“Is he finally done being an idiot?” he asked, and when Steve started to try to cover up what they had sort of been talking about, Gareth shook his head. “Listen, Steve, let’s cut the crap. We saw how your conversation was about to go, we know you like him, we know he likes you, whatever, it’s cool. So, tell us, is he done being an idiot?”

Steve sucked in a slow breath before smirking. “I mean, will he ever actually stop being a bit of an idiot?” he asked with a one-shouldered shrug and the boys burst into laughter.

❖

Steve managed to rouse Eddie enough to get him to at least stand up but getting him to walk had been a nightmare. Then Eddie whined to be carried and when Steve said he was too heavy to carry, Eddie said Steve had carried him before which was fair. Then Steve pointed out that Eddie had also been missing more than half his blood at the time so…

Eddie was not swayed so Steve just rolled his eyes and bent a bit so Eddie could climb onto his back. It was actually a lot easier to carry Eddie when he was at least somewhat helping, but Steve still bitched the entire way up to his room.

Depositing Eddie onto the bed, he started taking his shoes off and then defaulted into helping Eddie with the fly of his jeans, like he did for months while Eddie worked on getting his fine motor skills back. When Steve glanced up at Eddie, he couldn’t help the snort that burst out of him.

Eddie was looking at Steve crouching between his legs without lifting his head, still grinning giddily. The angle was unbelievably unflattering, yet so endearing that Steve just grinned back.

“Tryin’a get int’my pants, Stevie?” Eddie asked, waggling his brow suggestively and Steve laughed.

“Eds, I’ve been trying for months,” he admitted with an eye-roll. Steve just continued to work Eddie’s tight jeans down his thighs and gestured. “But, looks like I’m succeeding, so no. I’m not trying right now.”

Eddie giggled madly, barely helping as Steve sat him up to take his leather jacket off. Then Eddie began to lift his shirt over his head and Steve grabbed his hands.

“Whoa, hold your horses, we’re not actually doing any of that while you’re drunk,” Steve said firmly, and Eddie pouted again.

“’M barely even tipsy,” Eddie insisted, and Steve snorted.

“You literally passed out in my lap and needed me to carry you up here,” Steve said flatly, and Eddie blew a disturbingly wet raspberry at him.

“Whatever, Stevie,” Eddie grumbled, but then went back to trying to take his shirt off. When Steve went to stop him again, Eddie dodged his hands which had him tipping over dizzily with a giggle. “Dude’m not tryin’a fuck. Can’t sleep wearin’a shirt. Hurts.”

Steve lifted a skeptical eyebrow but decided to go with it and helped Eddie remove his shirt. Once he was shirtless, Eddie flopped back onto the bed while stretching luxuriously, and Steve quickly looked away. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look, it would just be really inappropriate to ogle him.

“C’mon, Stevie, you can look,” Eddie cooed, and Steve rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“No, I can’t, because I have to go back to that party and if I look at you, I won’t want to,” Steve said, being honest about his attraction to Eddie coming so easily to him now that he knew it was reciprocated. He’d suspected before, but when Eddie pulled away, he’d convinced himself that he had imagined Eddie’s interest.

“You don’t have to go back down there. People’ll go home on their own,” Eddie insisted, and Steve shook his head.

“Eds—”

“I don’t wanna be alone,” Eddie said and something in his voice caught Steve’s attention.

Eddie wasn’t looking at him anymore, and he wasn’t stretched out. Eddie was curled up on his side, chewing one of his thumbnails and blushing. He looked unsure, self-conscious even and Steve didn’t like that at all.

“Hey, Eds, it’s okay I’ll stay up here with you,” Steve said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting his hand on Eddie’s arm comfortingly. “You think you can handle brushing your teeth before bed?”

Eddie turned a bright smile on Steve and nodded happily.

Steve was happy he had kept the extra toothbrush for Eddie in the bathroom. When he was recovering and the nightmares were nightly occurrences, Eddie had spent the night at Steve’s place a lot, so Steve set him up with his own set of toiletries in his bathroom. That way, Eddie didn’t have to remember to cart his own stuff back and forth, Steve had reasoned. 

It had been weeks since the last time Eddie stayed the night, but it was all still there just waiting for Eddie to return.

When they first entered the bathroom, Eddie’s eyes immediately landed on his toothbrush still set in the cup next to the sink with Steve’s, and then the shampoo and conditioner that was his preference still on the edge of the tub. Pulling a face, Eddie looked at Steve.

“I’m fucking stupid, aren’t I?” he asked, and Steve’s eyes widened.

“No, Eds, not at all?” Steve said firmly, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

At that, Eddie just shook his head with a light smile and got to work brushing his teeth, Steve following suit.

By the time they were back in Steve’s room, Eddie seemed a bit more sober. His words were a lot less slurred, and his eyes seemed more lucid. Steve tucked him into the bed and then started to get undressed himself, opting to go to bed in just his boxers as well.

When he turned around, Steve abruptly stopped when he came face to face with Eddie. He’d crawled to the end of the bed while Steve had gotten undressed, and he immediately reached out to grab Steve’s hand.

“I’m sorry, Stevie,” he said sheepishly, holding a hand up to stop Steve’s arguments. “I shouldn’t’ve avoided you.”

Steve wanted to blow the apology off, but he could tell this was important for Eddie, so he just said, “Apology accepted.”

Eddie smiled at that, his dimples at full force, and he reached up to cup Steve’s face with both hands. “I’m not super drunk anymore,” he added cheekily, and Steve snorted.

“We’re not having sex tonight—”

“Not asking for that right now,” Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m going to kiss you, Stevie.”

The conviction in Eddie’s voice, the firmness of his cool hands on Steve’s face, was enough to root Steve where he stood. Swallowing thickly, Steve nodded quickly and stepped closer to the bed.

“You sure don’t want to wait until tomorrow when you’re for sure sober?” he asked a bit nervously and Eddie laughed.

“I’m sure. My teeth are brushed, my breath is fresh. Right now is fucking perfect for my first kiss with Steve Harrington,” Eddie groaned, leaning closer and tilting his mouth upward.

“You imagined how this would play out a lot?” Steve asked teasingly, not quite angling his mouth for Eddie to kiss just yet.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, asshole,” Eddie growled through a laugh, and then their lips finally met.

It was perfect, starting sweet and chaste, just the gentle press and slide of lips. Then Eddie made a soft sound in the back of his throat that had Steve groaning, burying a hand in Eddie’s hair to pull him in deeper while his other arm wrapped around his waist. Eddie clung to him, giggling against Steve’s lips as he opened his mouth for a searching tongue.

Steve knew they were getting in too deep, they were moving too quickly and had to slow it back down before they did something they both might regret in the morning.

Thank God for Robin Buckley.

“Hey, Dingus, why’re you—oh my God?”

The bedroom door had slammed open and Steve broke away from the kiss to see Robin whipping around so she was facing the hallway instead. Eddie was giggling and would have fallen back on the bed if Steve wasn’t holding him up.

“What’s up, Robs?” Steve asked and Robin started laughing nervously.

“I was just looking for you, and Gareth said you went upstairs and now that I think about the look on his face I’m realizing he was pranking me. I’m gonna kill him, I swear I wouldn’t’ve come in here if I knew, I mean it,” Robin babbled before turning around slowly. She took in the fact that they were wearing their boxers and let out a sigh of relief. “You’re staying up here for the rest of the night?”

“Yeah, Eddie’s kinda wasted—” Steve started and Eddie interrupted with a fit of giggles.

“I am not!” Eddie managed to say and he looked at Robin. “I’m not wasted. I’m tipsy, and Stevie is gonna cuddle with me now. Only cuddles, though, ‘cos he’s all noble and shit. Barely got him to kiss me.”

Steve rolled his eyes affectionately before returning his attention to Robin. “You need anything, Robs?”

“Nope! Not a thing! I’ll make sure everything’s locked up for you, okay?” Robin replied, grinning as she backed out of the room, slowly closing the door behind herself. “Goodnight boys!”

As the door clicked shut, they looked back at each other, matching grins on their faces.

“One more kiss?” Eddie asked softly, and Steve couldn’t deny him anything.

“Yeah, one more,” Steve sighed and their lips met once again.

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Taglist! @patchworkgargoyle, @scarcrossdlvrs, @steve-harringtits, @afewproblems, @matchingbatbites, @mylilplanet, @steddie-there, @xenon-demon, @indigohightide, @inairbinad, @steddieas-shegoes I hope you enjoy! Please consider reblogging!!

[greyyson-but-no]

lego flowers for you, dear

genre | pure fluff. cheesy, even.

warnings | kissing, uhhh. that's it. i think. fake arguing, i guess? like, half edited, no use of y/n, they/them as far as im concerned, lower case on purpose

pairing | tommyinnit x reader (you pov)

word count | about 1.3K

a/n | this had so many drafts, at one point they went to see hamilton but that's gonna be a different fic now otherwise it would be too long. i have a feeling this might not be very "tommy" cause i was struggling see him while writing but i did my best. have fun reading :)

you and tom had fallen asleep last night quite late, giggling and smiling together as usual, looking forward to the following day. your one year anniversary.

if you were being honest, you didn’t know how you had managed to keep a relationship for one year, especially with someone as hyper and chaotic as tommy. in the beginning of dating him, you had been hesitant since you hadn’ been able to handle relationships before, but also confused, because with tom, you didn’t get burnt out. you were okay with being affectionate and cheesy around him, which had never happened before. you had never felt more comfortable around anyone. which, you believe, was the reason you had managed to put up a year with him.

‘put up’ being used very loosely. you wanted nothing more than to spend all your time with him. in no way did you ‘put up’ with tommy.

when you woke up in the morning, you rolled over, wanting to cuddle with tom for a little before getting up, only to find empty space.

okay, that’s odd. tom was very much not a morning person, especially not on a day like today.

you slid out of bed, grabbing one of tom’s hoodies that was hung on the back of a chair, pulling it over you from the slight autumn chill, making your way into the kitchen, just to see if he was there. which he was. standing over the hob with two of the flat pans, pancake batter poured into them. he had the speaker on, playing his khai dreams playlist, and he moved around the kitchen while softly singing along.

“tom?”

“morning, lovely.” he spoke, your stomach curling at the sound of his morning voice, which had not yet worn off.

“tom, since when could you make pancakes?” you asked, spotting the small pile of them on a different plate placed on the island countertop. none of them were burnt. none of them had holes or were broken. they looked perfect.

tom smiled. “i’ve always been able to. mum taught me ages ago.”

you fell onto your hip, crossing your arms over your chest. “so why am i always the one that makes them?”

“so when i make them, it’s special.” he grins, leaning over and pressing a kiss on your cheek before running off to put the now cooked pancake on the plate along with the others.

you gasped, watching as he failed to hide the large smile on his face, eyes wide. “cheek!”

“most of them are done, you can help yourself.” he spoke, concentrating on the final one.

but you shook your head. “no it’s fine, i’ll wait for you.”

“what a sweetheart.” he joked, not having to even look up at you to see the smile curved into your lips. and after a second of comfortable silence, he stood up straight, coming over to you, pulling you in for a kiss filled to the brim, overflowing, even, with love. the pure adoration you had for each other. once the two of you pulled away, he smiled, resting his forehead against yours. “and happy anniversary, darling.”

“happy anniversary, pretty boy.”

the two of you ate breakfast together like usual, random conversations about random things, catching up on news and ending up with the tv playing quietly in the background. it was nice. it was quiet, which was rare with tom and his job. it was perfect, really.

after breakfast, you convinced tom to come back to bed for a few cuddles. just lengthening the quiet time you had before he took you out for whatever he was planning. for about half an hour or so, the two of you spent time together in bed, under the covers just tangled in each other, not necessarily needing to talk, just small murmurs to each other every now and again. it often took tom a while to calm down, unless he was burnt out, but that morning he managed it perfectly, being calm and relaxed around you, shutting down together while you recharged for the day ahead. tom said he apparently had a lot planned.

most of the day had been spent doing all your favourite things. you taught him more guitar, giggling as he struggled some of the harder chords now that he was getting to that point. you were in the middle of teaching him ‘charlie boy’ by the lumineers, which he was really eager to learn, since it was one of your favourite songs. overall, it was going pretty well, and it was still mostly enjoyable. the two of you had a good time, and tom really did love playing guitar, even if he sometimes struggles to keep up or have precision.

he, in turn, had taken you into the office and forced you to play some minecraft (forced being used very loosely. you actually loved playing it but shush). he had taken you onto the server and shown you around, cackling in proudness as you hit an mlg perfectly. it was only then when you revealed you played minecraft a ton as a kid, you just hid it from him. at first, he was jokingly annoyed, but quickly got over it when he realised he could now bring you into more videos, if you were comfortable with it, of course.

you had gone to one of the more expensive cafes in the centre of brighton, you getting slightly annoyed when he refused to let you pay, knowing he would do the same when he took you out for dinner tonight. but he promised he would let you pay for ice cream afterwards, and even if it wasn’t the same, you knew it would be the best deal you could get.

as well as that, you both accidently bumped into james and wilbur while walking around the park. you’d stuck around for a bit talking to them but then tom had dragged you away, ready to go back home. tom had said you didn’t have time to get into a deep conversation with wilbur and james, pulling you away as you promised to meet up with the two of them at a later date for coffee or something.

back home, tom made you go into the living room bringing out your gift a second later. you squinted at him as you opened it, mumbling under your breath, “we said we weren’t going to do gifts.”

“it’s only small.” he excused, laughing slightly under his breath as you rolled your eyes, unwrapping it.

it was a lego flower.

a lego rose, unassembled, which meant that he wanted to build it with you. a small smile curved into your lips as you looked up at him grinning. “how did you know?”

“know what?” he asked, eyeing you suspiciously.

without saying another word, you reached behind the sofa and pulled out your gift, chucking it at him. it rattled as he caught it, and he laughed, immediately knowing what it was. he ripped the wrapping paper apart and smiling at the lego yellow tulip that was sprawled across the front of the box.

he looked up at you, a loving look in those gorgeous blue eyes. “we said we weren’t doing presents.”

“shut up.” you shook your head, leaping across the small gap between you and tom, closing it as you pulled him into a hug with such vigour that it pushed the two of you onto the floor. “i love you.”

“love you too, lovely." he spoke, smiling. "cmon, lets build them." and you push yourself off of him, pulling him up with you, ending up just in front him as you passed him the yellow tulip box.

after a few minutes of silence, you got up and grabbed the speaker from upstairs, connecting it to your phone and putting on your shared playlist. it consisted of a lot, including lovejoy, mac miller, khai dreams and a few other of your favourite artists, like the lumineers and many others. it was the perfect playlist for this, just chilling together while building each others presents.

just under half an hour later, you hold the red flower out, examining it and smiling, seeing tom behind it, just finishing as well. you took his hand as you hand him your flower.

"give me one second, i've got the perfect thing to put this in."

and you squeezed his hand lightly behind standing up and leaving the room. you came back a few seconds later with a small pot that had been sitting on your desk without a use for the past few months. tom handed you both flowers as you put each one in. they sat perfectly in the small pot, and tom stood up as you made your way to the windowsill, sitting them on the rim along the bottom. they fit perfectly in the spot, along with the other small, real plants that were scattered along the windowsill.

tom came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and settling his chin on your shoulder. "perfect."

"i know!" you laughed, leaning your head back so you could look up at him, which didn't quite work out as he leaned to the right to leave a soft kiss against your cheek. you giggled slightly at his actions, relaxing further into him as you looked out the window together.

but suddenly he was gone, spinning you around and taking your hand in his. "now come on! dinner reservations are soon, and you've got to get ready! we need to be out of the house by half six."

"we going fancy or casual?" you asked, holding his hand tightly, smiling up at the man you loved so dearly.

he shrugged. "somewhere inbetween. honestly, it doesn't really matter, it's not a 'we'll throw you out if you're not dressed black tie' but it's not casual. find something that works for that."

"very helpful." you grinned, leaning up to kiss him softly, feeling his hands on your waist as they squeezed softly.

it wasn't over yet, but this was already the best day you'd ever had. you didn't think anything could ever stop you from loving that man, and you don't expect tom would ever do anything to even threaten that. you'd never felt so much love for one person, and you were sure that he felt the exact same way towards you. life couldn't have been better.

[mybreakofdawn]

✨️Dirty Diana✨️

Paring: Michael Jackson x reader

About: Michaels concert in Wembley stadium changes a bit because of Princess Diana, and he needs you to play Dirty Diana with him because you are the only one who knows it by heart.

Request: Yes / No @heyitstial

Authors note: i dont know who reguested again because my app crashed, but here it is. I hope you guys like it!

Btw

(Y/f/n) is Your Full Name

(Y/b/s) is your birthstone

Enjoy!

*(Y/N's pov)*

It was the 6th of July 1988, London England. The big concert day was when Princess Diana and Prince Charles were attending, and it was already chaotic. Behind the stage, everyone was running to make everything perfect, what i can understand, but damn people were stressed. So i had a brilliant idea, i grabbed my acoustic guitar and began to play liberian girl while also singing softly with it.

After a few seconds, i saw them all calm down and smile at me they always appreciated me when i came with them on tour. I ended the song with a smile, and i heard clapping. I stood up and bowed.

"Thank you, thank you," i chuckled as the people started to get everything ready again, but now more calm. I lay my guitar in my bag as i heard someone scream my name.

"(Y/N)!! WHERE IS (Y/N)!!!" i turned around and saw Michael sprinting my way. "There you are!" He grabbed my shoulders tightly.

"Hey Mikey, what is it? You sound distressed, " i asked worried, he just gave a worried smile back at me. Oh no, this isn't good.

"Baby, i need you to do a favour for me, please!" He said seriously as i looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "Princess Diana, she is in the audience tonight, and her favourite song is Dirty Diana. i know Jennifer doesn't know it, and i know you know it by heart, please, please!!" He kept holding onto me with his eyes begging me. I smirked and crossed my arms.

"What's in it for me, my dear Michael?" i said while smirking even bigger. Michael looked at me with big eyes and got an idea and smirked also softly cupping my cheek, lowered his face next to mine.

"My love, i will make you feel out of this world after the concert..eventho it depends on how you play your part, of course," he whispered into my ear, making me have goosebumps I love his seductive voice. it's so different from his usual voice. He stood straight again, looking into my eyes. I smiled and played with one of his curls.

"Alright, I'll do it for you, my love," i said as he smiled happily and picked me up, turning me around.

"I can't live my life without you~" he said while stop turning me around and putting me down.

"I love you too, Mikey." i chuckled and gave him a kiss on those soft lips of his.

"Alright, uhm, i have an outfit for you. I need you to put that on, alright?" he grabbed my hand and dragged me to his dressing room. Finally, in his room, i saw this leather outfit, and i think this was the outfit he was talking about. "Tadaaaa, this is it~~" he smiled like a kid, so proud of what he had just shown me.

"Wow Mikey its amazing." i looked at it in awe damn this suit is amazing.

"Mike, whe have 30 minutes till the show begins!!" We heard yelling from the door.

"Yes, thank you!!" He screamed back and turned back at me. "Now, let's get you into this outfit~" i chuckled and rolled my eyes.

(Time skip)

"Alright, sweetie," Michael double looked at me and smiled, his curls luscious and his outfit on point with his jacket i love this outfit. "I need to get up on stage my love after Smooth Criminal you wil get picked up and just do what feels right alright" he hugged me and wanted to walk away but i grabbed hem by his collar and kissed him on his lips.

"Dont forget the good luck kiss Mikey go get them." i saw him smile after the kiss with a hint of blush and nodded. Michael disappeared into the curtain, and you could hear the people scream as the concert began. After 40 minutes of watching him dance and sing his soul out, it was time for me to go onto the stage. I walked through the backstage area. My thoughts were running everywhere, but as soon as i was on stage, my mind went calm. I got helped with plugging my guitar in, and they also told me what i could do with my cable range, i nodded and smiled. Jennifer, Michaels head guitarist, gave me thumbs up. I can do this. Michael stepped out of the tent, and as soon as the lights went on, i began playing. It felt so unreal but also so good. I looked into the crowd and smiled, thinking Michael really was something else. The solo was close, so i began to move closer to the stage where Michael was. Now it was my time to shine, the spotlight shining on me, and i gave it everything i got. Michael smiled and moved his fingers, knowing he liked it and wanted more, so i gave it to him, standing really close to him. The solo was about to end, and i took my distance a bit. He fell to the ground as i stopt my solo and the spotlight was on him. I walked behind him, seeing his hair was stuck on his forhead because of his sweat, and i reached out to unstuck it and walked back to my place and began playing normally again. After a few seconds, i saw Mikey looking at me and signed me to come back again, i walked back to him, and i took a deep breath and improvised a solo. The crowd was going wild as he started walking to the left side of the stage and of course i would follow him giving it more power making him bite his bottom lip and wave his hand in front of my guitar. I turned around and "shoot" with my guitar and ran up to where the other guys of the band were standing, still going on with my solo, Michael followed and i smirked and ran away again to the middle of the stage shredding the solo, i was feeling it. I looked at Michael with a smirk and saw him running towards me and then passing me to the right side of the stage. Fucking dick i thought and followed him giving even more then he would ever know from me. He looked at me with big eyes and a big smile. I smirked again and ran to the other side of the stage and going on the little platform on the front shredding the solo some more, i did notice Michael following me and standing behind me and singing his heart out. Standing there felt so fucking amazing i didnt care that all eyes were on me i wanted to make this song perfect what Mikey wanted. I knew the song came to an end when Michael went to the center of the stage, what was also kinda sad but i can understand. Everyone was involved of the end of the song the drums the keyboards and even me. I ran a bit on stage to both sides and dramatically pull om my string to get that perfect effect and as soon as i saw Michael turning i knew what i had to do, eventually Michael jumped and i jumped with him ending the song strong. But i knew Michael he moved his hand and we shredded with all of us still a few notes and stopt again really ending the song as the lights went out. Michael gave me a quick hug and walked to the tent again, sadly is my signal to go backstage again so he could finish the concert. As i stepped off from the stage the people cheered even more as i heard thriller being played. I smiled and sat on the couch. I was full of the adrenaline it was soooo cool and awesome.

"I can not believe i did that!" I squealed excited and watched the screen of Michael performing. I kept watching it mostly and ate some snacks till the concert ended. I saw him leaving the stage with the band still playing Man in the mirror. I suddenly saw him running towards me and grabbing my hands, dragging me back on stage. "Mike wha-" before i knew it, i was walking on stage with him, the crowd going wild again. He grabbed his microphone and brought it to his mouth.

"And i almost forgot my talented girlfriend (Y/F/N)," he said through the mic, and i widened my eyes, not noticing the crowd screaming even wilder than before. Michael was a bit nervous but smiled and showed me off by dancing with me to Man in the mirror and ending it with a soft kiss on my lips. The people screamed, loud even louder than before when we shared a kiss, making me blush a bit. He turned away from the kiss. "Dear fans and our royal quests, tonight i wanted to do something very special" he began and grabbed my hand tightly looking at me, still a bit nervous i really dont have an idea what he is going to do. Suddenly, he grabbed a box out of his pocket and went on one knee. I widen my eyes, not looking away at the sight in front of me. "My dear (y/n) you have been there for me since my younger days and so on went with me almost everywhere. I can not see myself without you in the future so~" he said into the microphone and opened the box, showing a very beautiful (y/b/s) ring. I couldn't believe it. "(Y/f/n) The lady in my life will you marry me?" He said almost out of breath because he was so nervous and i.. i felt extremely happy. I looked at the ring and then to him, the love of my life, i even forgot the crowd, that was going berserk, was still there. I smiled the biggest smile i could ever give and nodded.

"Yes!" I screamed a bit too enthusiastic and jumped onto Michael, hugging him. I felt his heartbeat fasten and hug me back. I broke the hug and let him put the ring on my finger. He smiled and looked at me, holding my hands both tightly. Eventually, our trance was broken by the crowd, who were, omg really going nuts at this point. Michael stood up and scratched the back of his neck. I just stood next to him, holding the mic when i suddenly got an idea. "How about one more song?" I asked into the microphone, the growd going nuts again meaning a yes. "Mikey? heartbreak hotel?" I said to Mikey, and he nodded and grabbed the microphone. "Yes hehe lets do it, but you'll need to do the guitar." he chuckled into the microphone, and i already stood ready. Michael gave the sign, and we began with a heartbreak hotel, my favourite song. Michael gave me a mic stand and a mic so i could sing with him. The bassist came forward, and Michael stood in front of him dancing and moving his arm on the beat. He walked away and walked to me for the guitar screaming whoohoo as he was with me.

(From now you will sing together)

"Live and sin~" i sang and saw Michael looking at me with a smile, singing the next line with me.

"Ten years ago on this day, my heart was yearning~" we sang in harmony as he danced next to me. "I promised i would never ever be returning~, where my baby broke my heart and left me yearning~" he turned and walked the other way, continuing to sing with me in harmony. We continued singing til the chorus came on me singing just a heartbreak hotel and Michael running to the left side of the stage.

"London, thank you!" he waved and bowed a bit, then came back singing again while dancing to the centre of the stage next to me.

"Hope is dead~" he danced around me and my guitar, enjoying me being on stage. "She thought that i had cheated for another lover." he walked a bit to the right side. "I turn my back to see that i am undercover." You could see he was extremely happy he couldn't stop dancing, making me sing his next line alone. "Now i can't convince this girl there ain't no other~" He walked back to me. "Someone's evil to hurt my soul~ every smile trail thought in Beguile." i already knew what he would do and sang it with the sounds of his hip dance. We sang further, going back to the chorus again. Michael ran to the right side, bowing again.

"Thank you, London!" And blew a kiss to the crowd before singing again together with me. I walked to the fire canon not too close and waited till my moment wil come. I have dreamed about this moment. Let me show Mikey how much i love this song. Mikey started the canon, making me appear and beginning the solo. He bites his lip a bit and enjoyed the moment of his soon to be wife, me heheh, playing one of her favourite solos. He danced in front of me, moving his hand on the beat i made.

The official solo of the song ends soon, but i am not done yet. When Mikey sang his adlibs i kept going on with the solo standing next to him losing myself into the solo that sounded amazing in Michaels ears, he was a bit taken a back by it as what i could see from his reaction. Eventually, the song did come to an end, and we stopped with me hitting the highest note i could make.

"London! Thank you so much!! I love you!!" Michael screamed into the microphone and grabbed my hand. "You were amazing!! My love," he said full of excitement as he guided me to the back of the stage, unplugging me from the speaker, towards backstage.

"I dont know what overcame me. i was living the moment, but omg!!!" I squeeled again and looked at the ring around my finger, becoming speechless.

"Darling, what's wrong?" He asked, worried, looking at my face. "Is it not the right birthstone? I can buy a new one -" he began to rant before i stopped him.

"No, my love i.. i can't believe you asked me on stage with almost the world watching." I said softly, still in unbelieve.

"(Y/n) i want to whole world to know that i have the most amazing and lovable woman in the entire universe, i love you (Y/n)" he grabbed my hands and kissing them softly. I blushed at what he said.

"I love you too, my husband~" i giggled and guided him to his dressing room, pushing him inside. "Now fiancé~~" i looked at Michael, who was a bit confused but excited. "Now for my reward," i said with a smirk and a wink. I saw Michael Gulp when i walked to the door and locked it. "Dont say you forgot." i giggled and turned back around, looking at him. He was a blushing mess, but i could see he was excited. "Wel, let's get started, shall we~?" i said before walking to him. All i need to say is i made Michael feel out of this world heheh.

-the end-

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>Authors note<

Well, i hope you guys love it hehehe it took a while, but here it isss hehehe. Tell me what you guys think i haven't written for a long time. I did enjoy writing this a lot, and i hope to do more in the future!!!

[didishawn]

some Jules kounde smut plssss

This request surely made me see Koundé on a different light

No more Muchachos (Jules Koundé x Argentinian Reader) smut

Warnings: a bit of teasing because of the World Cup final, Koundé fucks you hard to shut you up, smut, some Spanish

Masterlist

If he has to hear the song one more time, Koundé will go mad.

En Argentina nací (I was born in Argentina)

Tierra del Diego y Lionel (land of Diego and Lionel)

De los pibes de Malvinas (of the guys frtom Malvinas)

Que jamás olvidaré (that I will never forget)

No te lo puedo explicar (I can't explain)

Porque no vas a entender (because you won't understand)

Las finales que perdimos (the finals that we lost)

Cuantos años la lloré (how many years I cried them)

Pero eso se terminó (but that finished)

Porque en el Maracaná (because in the Maracaná)

La final con los brazucas (the final with the Brazilians)

La volvió a ganar papá (Dad won it again)

He knows you are on heaven since the World Cup final, and doesn't matter how sad you felt for his loss, your happiness was greater at seeing Messi finally lifting up the Cup -even he was excited for that.

But he seriously cannot keep on going like this, everyday Muchachos sounds on repeat in your home, your low humming going with the music and always with a teasing look on your eye.

His teammates and the media find it so funny, how much you seem to love your dear Argentina over him -even he finds it funny, but can't help but dream of setting you straight as he finds himself singing the lyrics even when you are not around.

Dreams do become true.

Is what Koundé thinks as he pounds into you from the back, one hand pulling you back, the other on your hair pushing your face to be buried in between your comfortable pillows.

"Does that feel good, darling?"

He hears your muffled yes and smirks, hips still pistoning into yours.

"This is what needed to be done, isn't it? A good fuck so you can stop being an annoying little shit, love reminding me about that day, don't you?"

You lift your head, even with glossy eyes you still give him a teasing look, "No es mi culpa que perdieran, pa. Era para Sudamérica no para Europa" you hum, he groans, even if he loves how thick your accent gets on times like this. (not my fault you lost, dude. It was for South America not for Europa)

"You really are a little shit"

He spins you around, holding one of your legs up, kissing your ankle then placing it on his shoulder, reaching deeper inside you, his length and width have you closing your eyes and whining, it hurts so good -an expression you never understood until meeting Jules.

His lips are on yours, he wants to be the one thing you think about, his fingers playing with your bundle of nerves have you squirming around.

You are trembling, your moans are getting higher, nails leaving marks on his back, you bite into his neck, making him groan out and thrust harder.

He looks down at you, so much love in his eyes yet his thrusts are nothing but punishment, hard and fast, his lips are all over you, your breasts, neck, face, hair, one caressing your stomach, calming you down, a sweet kiss on your cheek. You are close, he can tell, he knows everything about you and can recognise the signs.

"Cum for me, darling. Let me feel you around me"

You moan as you reach your extasis, whines leaving your mouth as he continues on fucking you. You can feel him throb inside of you, you caress his back with you nails -something you know he loves, and have him trembling.

He suddenly leaves your insides, taking your hand and dragging you to the edge of the bed, he stands in front of you, your face inches away from his cock as he jerks himself off, a loud moan sounds as he cums on your face and he groans when he sees the look you give him while cleaning yourself off and moaning at his taste.

He cleans you up, and you lay side by side, you cuddling into his chest as he caresses you ans kisses your head.

He smiles down at you "Is that enough to get you to stop playing that goddamm song?"

"Sure, I suppose"

You will just have to start playing 3 estrellas en el conjunto, you guess.

[p1-f1]

Your Special Day

Pairings: Kyle Broflovski x reader

Pronouns: none. No gender mentioned, pet name princess used.

Warnings: none! (I don't think :,)) (RUSHED!! SO SORRY)

WC: 1.1k

Authors notes: made for @tiniedemon!!! I'm so sorry I'm late with this hon! I've been quite stressed with a lot and these birthday fics are kinda my goodbye of sorts while I go on break!! I hope your birthday was amazing and everything you could have dreamed of. I love you so so much <3 (everyone wish Cas a happy birthday neow. >:()

Turning to your side as you woke up, you expected to see ginger curls, but no, just a white blanket. Kyle's side of your bed was empty. His warmth you missed, how his arms snaked around your waist.

You slid out of bed, not bothering to get dressed. There were no plans for your birthday. The only plan you had was cuddling with your boyfriend and possibly letting him get lucky later.

Your fingertips dragged along the wall as you waddled to the living room, finding Kyle with your pet cat, fighting it to go inside of its cage.

"Godamnit, get in the stupid cage!"

"Excuse me?"

He immediately stopped, slowly putting your child down as he turned around.

"Hold my child right next time, Broflovski. You're on thin ice."

You mumbled as you pet the cat who snuggled up to your leg, purring and sending a warm feeling through your body.

"Happy birthday, my dove!"

The ginger squeals, it was almost feminine, not that you minded. He envelops you in a warm bear hug, squeezing you tightly.

"The love of my life is growing up! They get old so fast."

Kyle teases, looking down at you happily. You could get lost in his emerald eyes, they were like a forest to be explored, a gem to be dusted off, and they were the gorgeous eyes of your boyfriend.

"Oh, I have so much planned for today! Go get dressed!"

☆-~*~•*°,`

As the two of you drove to wherever he planned to go, you couldn't help but feel nervous. Kyle had rushed you out of the house, and it was only- only? You slept until two pm. It wasn't only. It was the evening.

The slender and pale fingers of your boyfriend trailed along your thigh, occasionally tapping along to whatever song you put on through your phone.

He pulled into a parking lot of your favorite breakfast place, softly singing along to the Taylor Swift playing. Before you could open the door, he locked them, turning to you while singing.

You couldn't help but giggle, knowing he wouldn't unlock the door until you sang along.

Kyle sang in a high pitched voice, making you laugh even more. He took his hands into yours, looking straight at you with pure love for your giggles and laughs.

"Sing along, my love, make me happy!"

He drew out the 'y', causing you to sing the song between snorts and laughs. Kyle loved this.

`,°*•~*~-☆

Walking out of the nice restaurant, Kyle slipped his arm around your waist and rested his pale hand on your hip. He rubbed it occasionally, feeling your arm wrap around him.

"I have a lot more planned, dear."

"I'm excited."

"You better be."

He teased, tickling your side. Kyle was happy to make you happy. You knew this because every day you got payed or even the days where your cat was just extra cute, he squealed and giggled along with you.

Kyle didn't care about anything else other than making you happier in these moments. He'd help you with whatever you needed, make you more excited, then get excited with you. Whether it was writing, reading, or petting your adorable feline.

You knew he was there. And he made sure that you knew. There wasn't a single thing he didn't want to indulge in that you liked because he loved seeing you happy.

Just a small glint in your eyes made his week. Sometimes his month. You meant so much to the boy, more than you could ever know.

`,°*•~*~-☆

Somehow one thing led to another and it was already pitch black outside, driving down your road multiple times with Kyle's hand rotating it's position from your thigh to your hand to your waist and so on.

The two of you were screaming along to Frank Ocean, one of Kyle's forever favorite artists and one you quite liked as well.

Your voices harmonized perfectly, or that's what you thought. Both of you didn't sound the best, maybe it was the excitement and pure joy of the moment that made it sound like you did.

Kyle had spoiled you today, made you happy, genuinely, truly, happy. A feeling you felt only everytime he was around.

After about an hour of this (thankfully not geting the cops called by the neighbors for circling the neighborhood), Kyle pulled into your driveway.

With a chuckle he got out, going to your side and opening the door for you. You started to step out, but was interrupted by Kyle's arm under your legs and behind your back, already picking you up.

The ginger carried you from the driveway all the way to your bed, popping you down on the soft white sheets while he slipped off his jacket.

"How would you say your special day was, princess?"

Kyle slid down next to you, looking up at you through through his thick eyelashes.

"Amazing, Ky. Thank you so much."

"It was my pleasure giving you the pleasure of an amazing day."

He jokes, pulling you by the waist down to him. The boy peppered your face in soft kisses, kissing every last bit of your cheeks before moving onto your shoulder and hands.

"You're perfect."

Kyle mumbles in between kisses, making 'mwha' sounds all throughout. Giggles of yours filled the room and soon were followed by his as he enjoyed your happiness.

"Oh no, my dear! My kisses got you all dirty. Guess I'll have to treat you to nice bath!"

He says with a dramatic tone, leading you to your bathroom. There were already rose petals in a basket, candles, and a speaker.

The pale boy helped you into the bath, sitting just outside of it. His hands slid up and down your arm, watching your face in pure love.

Rose red petals floated around the water, sometimes landing on or bumping into your skin. Kyle watched in awe of your beauty, you were like a higher being to him. A Greek god or goddess that you could only find in old paintings.

Victorian paintings that were made by the finest artists, payed by the wealthiest people, because you were worth so much. Your voice was music to his ears, your looks such a pleasant treat for his eyes.

"I've enjoyed today so much, Ky."

"I'm glad, my dear."

Soft and quiet music played throughout the bathroom, the flickering of candles filling the room in a soft warm yellow glow. One that reflected off of his curls perfectly and made him look angelic.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

He answered back, looking down at your hand and placing a kiss to it.

"Happy birthday."

[delcakoo]

the keys to my heart ₊˚♪⊹ y.jw

requested for my 1k event!

SUMMARY ! with a big recital coming up, you’re beginning to doubt your abilities and passion for the instrument you love. luckily, your favorite dimpled boy is almost home and ready to help in all the ways he knows how to.

PAIRING ! jungwon x pianist!fem!reader

WC ! 1.5k

GENRE ! est. relationship, fluff n’ comfort

WARNINGS ! none. just playing the piano in jungwon’s lap while he sings polaroid love in your ear (i’m crying)

a/n: thank you again for the req dear, this def isn’t my best work but i hope it’s alright T-T for all my instrument players out there, you have such a beautiful gift <3 stay strong!

tick. tick. tick. the never ending metronome placed atop your piano was beginning to get on your very last nerve. although, you were sure any other person would go just as insane after hearing the repetitive clicking for a wonderful four hours straight.

now, it wasn’t your will that drove you to sit in front of the instrument for this long— definitely not. it was all due to the big recital being held next week, in which you’d be performing in front of hundreds of other music majors and professionals who would be giving you a score all based on how you played one, singular song.

just the thought of playing in front of so many people while also being scored made your fingers tremble, but it wasn’t like you had a choice in this. it was your decision to become a music major, and while it was usually a decent experience, there were countless struggles and downsides not just physically, but mentally as well.

through the reflection of your piano, you can barely make out your dishevelled appearance. you reach up from the piano stool to put the metronome’s voice to an end with a frustrated sigh, running your fingers through your hair in a desperate attempt to look even half sane.

maybe i’ve taken the wrong path. why did i think being a music major would get me anywhere when my heart starts racing at even the thought of performing in front of others? it’s been four hours, yet i still haven’t perfected this song from start to finish.

“geez, i’m pathetic.” you grit your teeth, resting your elbows down on the piano keys and ignoring the mocking sound of the instrument being strung together from the contact.

for a while, you just stay like that, continuing to think negatively before you could make any effort to stop yourself. a few tears try to fall along the way, but you stubbornly wipe them off before they get the chance to escape.

you don’t know how long it’s been, but eventually the sound of a key carefully jingling at the front door makes you lift your head. a familiar boy with raven hair tiptoes through the doorway, silently kicking off his shoes and unzipping his black woolly coat. you recognise the dimple pressed into his cheek anywhere, a small smile creeping up your face just from watching your boyfriend unwind after a long night of dance practise.

it was so calming, so peaceful to see jungwon from this point of view. despite just finishing up hours of exhausting choreography, he looked ethereal with a few curly bangs stuck to his forehead, a hint of under eye bags only making his boba eyes look larger.

right as jungwon finishes hanging up his jacket by the door, your elbow subconsciously slides over to the next untouched key of the piano, making an alarmingly loud note spring from the instrument. you flinch in surprise, similar to your boyfriend who had practically jumped in the air like a cat at the sound.

his bangs fly from his face due to how fast he looks to your direction, reaching a hand up to his chest in relief once he sees your figure at the piano. “wah, that was like a horror movie,” jungwon breathes, giggling faintly, “jagiya, what are you doing there? it’s past midnight.”

your smile fades slightly at the reminder of what you’ve been doing for the past four hours, refusing to meet the boy’s eyes as he trudged over to you.

even with his smiley exterior, it’s easy to tell how tired jungwon is; his body screams for a break in the way his posture sludges, and how his feet drag against the floor wearily. nonetheless, he shows his best self for you, cheerfully nudging you over to make room for himself on the stool.

you speak up nervously, avoiding the question just as your boyfriend pulls you up and into his lap. “won, we should go sleep. you need to rest.”

“oh, do i now?” jungwon fires back, resting his chin on your shoulder to inspect the sheet of music on the instrument’s shelf. “but you don’t, miss piano player at nearly one in the morning?”

you lick your lips, leaning your head to rest on top of his. jungwon had so much on his plate at every point of the day. being the leader of his group was fatiguing to say the least, and placing your stress onto him made you feel sick with guilt every time.

yet, not one day went by where he didn’t reassure you that he didn’t mind — that if anything, he wanted to know everything you were worried about, no matter how deep or upsetting it may be.

silently, the boy inspects your face and body language, rubbing the sides of your waist with utter care and gentleness. “hey,” he murmurs. you hum in response, busy staring off at the ceiling with a slight pout. “y/n, talk to me. why are you not in bed?”

you gulp, adjusting your position in his lap. eventually, you knew he’d find a way to persuade you into telling him, you might as well be honest. “i was practising for my recital.”

jungwon pauses his rubbing on your sides, brows furrowing. “isn’t that next week?” you simply nod, making his face drop further. “then you have lots of time, jagi. and if you don’t get enough sleep, you’re never going to be able to learn it properly.”

at that, you chew your lip anxiously. “i know, i know- it’s just..” you look at the boy for a split second, watching him nod in gesture for you to continue. “i’m.. i’m so scared. you know how i get playing in front of others— i freak out, and this time it’s a big performance y’know? i-i just wanna do good.”

jungwon quickly scoops up your hand in his own, rubbing your knuckles with a kiss to your cheek. “you do know that i’m gonna be there cheering you on right? i already got front row tickets. oh and — i tried to stop them, but they wouldn’t give it up so — the rest of the members are coming too.” you smile brightly at the thought of your boyfriend and his bandmates all coming to watch you, giggling quietly.

when jungwon notices your laughter, he grins proudly before continuing. “there’s no need to be scared jagi, i know you’re going to do amazing with how hard you’re always working. just try to imagine how you practise in front of me here at home. focus only on the keys in front of you, pretend it’s just us two in that recital room.”

at his comforting advice, you nod. you may not be the best at showing your appreciation, but hopefully jungwon gets the message from the way you gently turn over to push your lips to his.

he hums in approval, pleasantly hugging you closer and pushing his cheek further into the nook your palm. the angle is a bit uncomfortable, but neither of you seem to mind at all, enjoying the calming sounds of each others exhales.

“thank you, love,” you whisper once he pulls away, pressing your finger into the dip of his dimple with a smile. his eyes turn into happy crescents at your words, leaning in for another peck.

before he can say another word, jungwon quirks a brow as you abruptly flip around so your back is to his chest, suddenly placing your fingers onto the piano keys. “babe,” he gulps, “i love hearing you play, i really do, but it’s-“

“shush, i forgot to show you something. i learned another song while taking a break from practise,” you inform, a grin forming as you begin playing the first few chords.

your boyfriend catches on to the song immediately, gasping as you continue moving your fingers up and down the instrument with passion. “you learned our song!?” he exclaims excitedly, the thought of going to bed completely forgotten. you glance back to meet his love struck gaze, laughing at his dumbfounded expression.

“yup, the chords weren’t very hard.” the both of you seem to have forgotten what time it is, much too busy having a mini concert for yourselves.

jungwon quickly began singing along while you played, his angelic voice blessing your ears from behind. “it’s like a polaroid love, 사랑 촌스런 그 감정, 근데 내 가슴이 뛰어 왜 나 이래 나~”

by the end of the night, you found yourself beaming in jungwon’s arms. his eyes sparkled beautifully while he sang right by your ear, squeezing your waist tighter as you conducted your instrument.

suddenly, the thought of your upcoming recital didn’t seem bad anymore, for as long as you had jungwon cheering you on, you were sure you could sit at the piano for the rest of your life.

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[softguarnere]

Hi! not sure if this is cool but I'm so soft today 😭one shot where winters meets a girl who dreams of becoming a teacher and living in a little farm?

Guardian Angel

Dick Winters x reader

A/N: Dear Anon, it's definitely cool, don't sweat it 😉 If you've been around for a while, you know that I have a special love for soft!Easy men. Thank you for the request, and I hope you like this! (As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: mentions of blood and war, talk of religion

"Is this seat taken?"

Dick hadn't realized how fast his mind had been running until the gentle voice interrupts his thoughts, causing them to come to a screeching halt as he tries to puzzle through what's just been said to him.

"I'm sorry?"

The pretty woman gestures to the church pew beside him. "Is this seat taken?"

He's seen countless Red Cross nurses throughout the war - bravely running to and froe as they rush to men's aid. Their uniforms and smart looking caps have become blurs in his memory, punctuated by the brilliant red crosses on their arms. They're everywhere. Yet this is the first time that he's ever spoken to one directly.

He gestures at the vacant spot next to him. "Be my guest."

The young woman offers him a smile, and something in his chest stirs at the sight. She's got a pretty smile - one of those genuine ones that reaches her (Y/E/C) eyes and lights them up with the action. Her smile would be a sight on it's own. But in this moment, it's a stark juxtaposition to her state.

Her hair is only half held out of her face, which is streaked with sweat that she wipes at with chapped hands. When she takes a seat, those same hands clutch fist-fulls of her uniform skirt like she's hanging onto the blood and dirt soaked fabric for dear life.

Yet despite all of that, there's a gentleness about her. She stares at the cross on the altar in front of them with reverence. In the candlelight, with the soft voices of the nuns singing, he can't help but wonder if she's some sort of angel that's been sent to watch over them all.

It's really none of his business, and he stops himself from asking several times.

"Have you come to pray, too?" His voice feels like barely a whisper. She continues to stare straight ahead, but she must hear him, because she replies just as softly.

"Yes. And you?"

"Yes." No restraint, he shifts down the pew so that he's a little closer to her. "I've spent this whole war praying. Usually in the foxholes. It's easy to find God there. But it's nice to be in a church."

She hums, sparing a glance at him. "What do you pray for?"

"For my men. For all the men. That I get home safely." He bites his lip in hesitation, then admits what he's been thinking since D-Day, but has never said aloud to another person. "That I never have to fight again after this."

That same smile appears again, her eyes dazzling in the candlelight. "That would be nice, wouldn't it? To know nothing but peace after this." She let's out a shaky breath and leans forward, elbows on her knees. She buries her face in her hands for a moment and takes a deep breath before clasping her hands in front of her, so hard that her knuckles turn white.

"Back in the States, I heard about the war and wanted to do something," she admits, biting her lip. "I wanted to help people. And now . . . Being a nurse is heartbreaking. There must be other ways to help people without holding their life in your hands and having to worry about dropping it."

She sits up straight now. She swipes a finger under her eye before she continues. "Every time, I pray that God will get me out of here and let me go somewhere quiet. Somewhere where I never have to hear the rumble of trucks and wonder if they're tanks coming for us."

He knows the feeling. He's travelled on that exact same train of thought before. Often, really - but he's been so busy looking out the window that he never took note of the other passengers.

"A little farm."

Her eyes snap to him, her expression softening as she takes in his words. "Yeah. A little farm. Somewhere close to the middle of nowhere. And I'll teach."

"Teach?"

"Yes." She nods. "That sounds like helping people. I'll teach children and I won't have to worry about cradling their lives in my hands - only their futures."

"That sounds nice."

"It's peaceful." She smooths her skirt. This time she looks at him head-on. "Is that what you want, too?"

"Yes."'

"Well - " She stands, offers him one last smile. "Then I hope and pray that we both get what we want."

And just like that, she leaves him, like a guardian angel that he didn't even know he had disappearing into the candlelight as she shows herself out the door of the church, leaving their brief moment of peace to head back into the chaos and horrors of the war.

He doesn't even know her name. Yet he feels like he's seen a reflection of his own soul.

He bows his head, and this time, he prays that she will find her own peaceful place after the war, and that her little farm is the same one as his.