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a/n: little smut for könig! I love him uhhhh, don’t mind any typos, my pussy wrote this and she’s really tired rn okay!

“uh fuck! s-sorry!” you whine, drool slipping pass your once glossed glittery lips. a smack was swatted against your left ass cheek this time, painting an angry dark red against your brown skin. “cussin now, love? tsk.” two smacks were swatted on the back of your thighs this time.

yours thighs instantly closed, your wetness dripping down them, “g-god, m’ sorry daddy, uhn gosh, m’ so sorry.” it was a shame really, you came to königs house looking so cute, hair freshly done in a half up, half down with a bow right on top of the ponytail. white fold over leggings with a baby pink fitted jacket, you came looking comfortable and smelling so good just to get in trouble.

all because you said his enemy ‘Simon ‘ghost’ Riley ’ was an attractive male, of course it was a joke. I mean, you said it days ago! you thought it was over. but you should have known messing with a guy who have gone through things among what you can imagine would go so kindly on someone who means little harm.

“ja, you sorry baby?” he hums, face sounding tired but in truth. he’s holding back from fucking you. your face is bent over the arm rest of his big couch, booty perched up while your cherry printed panties are half way down your butt cheeks. leggings down to your ankles as your toes curled underneath your fuzzy socks. “hm? you sorry?” he grabs the hood of your jacket, grips it to pull your whole body up, “the fuck you sorry for huh? tell me.”

the same hand on your hoodie moves to the front of you to grip just an inch under your jaw, he moves you back enough to you feel his bulge against your ass. “I-i didn’t mean it papa, I s-swear.” you gargle, still shaking from the spanking you have received.

his lips moves to kiss the side of your forehead, then moves down to your neck, “yea, I know princess.” now his other hand moves and covers your pussy, you feel him moving it against your bud slowly. and you being so damn sensitive, you think you could’ve came right then and there if it wasn’t from the sudden slap he left on your cunt. “ha-haah! daddy- oh my g-gosh.” your body jerks forward and your thighs press against each other, you barely get a moment to do so before your receiving another slap, this time to your boobs that was revealed due to him tugging the zipper down.

you felt like crying, you really did. you whimpered out loud, your fingers found their way to both of his wrist—the one on your jaw and the other one on your thigh that forces it open—you squeeze them as you beg. “p-please. I-it hurts so much.” honestly, you were lucky. you may not have felt as if you were but god, it could have been worse than this. but könig just has a sweet spot for you, you haven’t ran away from him yet, you take it like the good girl you are, he hurts you and you come to him to fix it.

he loves it.

he loves you.

“it hurts princess?” he moves his arms away from you, pushing you back down so your ass is back in the air. “mines hurts too.” his jagged fingers goes and squeezes his dick through his sweats, “fuck, hurts so bad. m’ drippin’ baby.” he sees your head moving to lay flat on your cheek so you can look back at him, a pout on your cute face but he can see your eyes.

you fucking adored him.

“l-love you so much daddy, d-daddy i love y-you so much.” he smiles at that, he bends down slightly to kiss both of your perky butt cheeks, that jiggles with every quiver you’ve made. And all of a sudden you gasp as he quite literally tongue kisses your pussy. His nose so close to your puckered hole as his tongue is making out with the hole that creates the taste he’s obsessed with.

“o-oh.” it almost sound like a cry for help, you were so happy though. you felt so good. you relax against the couch, dainty fingers grabbing anywhere to calm your racing heart and shaggy breathing. “mph, h-heavens.”

his hands grips the fat of your ass to scoot you closer against him, tongue now going side by side against your clit, nose just as wet as his mouth is. then he does the most disgusting thing ever and spits right on your pussy just to slurp it back up and spit on your puckered hole. his thumb is already in there before you think, “oh! f-fuck, shit-,” you know you aren’t allowed to say such words but you just can’t help it.

and he knows, daddy always knows.

he leans back up and pulls down his sweatpants half way down his thick tensing thighs.

you feel it on the wet hole he just spit on. and you’ve seen it a thousand times but you loved to see it all over again.

it was uncut, pink with veins peaking out here and there, but it was so fucking thick. and when ever he was hard enough the extra skin will peel slowly down to show his angry red—wet— tip. You loved it.

that fascination was short lived once you were flipped over and your knees were damn near touching your shoulders, “put it in for me.” his breath was almost as ragged as yours was.

your long acrylic nails, painted pink and white with 3D flowers on it every where clinked against eachother as you stroked his dick once, twice until you slapped it on your chubby lips. making a slimy sound, almost sounds as if it hurts before your pushed it into you.

“d-daddy- o-oh daddy fuck- imma cum a-already.” you moan once he bottoms out. his hands rested right by your head on the arm rest, his legs bent slightly so he can give you short but fast strokes that bruise your g-spot tremendously.

“yea, you taking it baby? taking that d-dick.” his hair falls across his forehead slightly, lips bitten red from his own abuse. eyes clenched shut. “f-fuck mama.” his rough hand slaps your thigh once he picks up the pace more, putting his hands on the back of your knees to fold you impossibly. he was so urgent, urgent to please you. urgent to make you fucking scream.

and you were.

he swore you can make a perfect picture.

you pink bow still in your hair as your hair flows across the couch. eyebrows furrowed and cute lips open slightly to let out the most, sluttiest but cutest whines ever. “a-ah, ah, ah. y-yes daddy- m’ taking it, uh.” your hands moved to grab behind your thighs instead of his while he moves back to inspect your pussy.

he goes to take it out, only an inch away from going completely out before he drops right on in, as if he was tired of doing push ups and gave up. he watches your brown fat pussy lips open wide from his heavy dick, watches how the inside of vibrant pink was creamy with white substance that you caused.

“S-shit, fuck- you creamin on my shit liebe?”

you cry out, head falling back, “c-can’t help it- daddy imma cum- gonna make me cu-cum!” your legs start to shake as well as your walls do, it makes him go sloppy a little bit before he moves forward and now have his hands in fist, legs straight while his fit is on his toes, and he goes absolutely ham in your pussy.

Goes up, then drop again.

Ya’ll make a beautiful musical.

Slapping sounds from his thick chubby balls slamming on your wet asshole, slimy sounds from your wetness and his precum, whiney moans from your and his deep groans that he can’t help but let out.

cause he knows he digging that lil shit out. he knows it.

you’re cumming already, three more strokes in and your absolutely convulsing against his cock. “Ah-ah-ah d-daddyyyy, oh my fu-fucking gosh!” Your fingers pinch your thighs as you can feel your wetness stream from your pussy down to the bottom of your ass on the couch.

he’s not far behind you. between your face, the bouncing of your tits and your tight & wet ass pussy taking his dick like a soldier, every single time makes him moan in your face.

“gonna make cum schönes mädchen.” he legs pull forward so he back on his knees and he pulls you above him, while he’s sitting up. You let go under your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck, reaching around to rub your fingers through his hair as you moan in his ear, “give it to me daddy, gimme it. wan it so bad!”

both of his hands are on your hips, grinding you almost angrily onto his dick, he felt so fucking good.

“a-ah fuck, fuck baby, s-shit-“ he’s grabbing the back of your neck as you feel a warm squirt of cum go inside your throbbing hole, and he’s still going. “G-goddamn.” he shoves his face in your neck as he moves his hips up against you slower and more sloppy.

“no more scherzhaft, yes?” he huffs into your ear.

“yes, no more joking.” you mumble.

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Part 6: To Trying Again

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

I don't wanna mess this thing up (I don't wanna push too far)

(In which an "evil" writer might surprise you guys just a little bit with this part)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Themes: Fluff and Angst

Words: 5.6K

TW: Swearing (I think that's it?)

A/N: Happy Monday lovelies! This is sort of a filler-ish short chapter though I do think it's important to both plot and character development. I'd like to preface this by saying I've never been to Minsk or Park Pieramohi so I'm very much going off of pictures. Editing and I remain on very, very bad terms so pretty please let me know of typos so I can fix them. As always, let me know what you liked, what you disliked and what you'd like to see going forward. Have a lovely rest of your week my loves <3

July 2018

“You’re being too loud,” Azzi whisper-screams at the blonde girl in front of her as she closes the door to her room behind her with a little too much force.

Paige turns her head back every-so-slightly with a pronounced eye roll, “will you please relax.”

“I would if you’d just be a little more careful,” Azzi glares, taking cautious steps as if the sound of her sneakers across the carpeted floor could potentially wake up any of the coaches.

“Azzi,” Paige says exasperatedly, “the coaches are all the way on the other end of the hallway. Besides, they're probably all sleeping.”

And despite her stubbornness, Azzi can concede that Paige has a point there. It’s nearly midnight and the game against Spain earlier in the day might have had a final score that made it seem like the USA U17 women's basketball team had won handily, but the game itself had been draining to say the least. The post-victory dinner had featured a bunch of worn out teenagers gobbling their food without much conversation and a cohort of coaches who seemed like they needed an hour of drinking followed by good night’s sleep. But even the exhaustion of the day hadn’t been enough to prevent Paige Bueckers and her diabolical mind from coming up with the idea to sneak out into the city of Minsk.

“No,” Azzi had said immediately even before the words had been spoken, that shimmering glint in Paige’s eyes a dead giveaway as she sidled up to Azzi at the salad bar.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say,” Paige had pouted.

“You never say anything good.”

“That’s crazy. You’re so mean to me.”

“So mean,” Azzi had nodded in agreement, “so how about you go and bother someone else.”

“Azzi please. We haven’t had just Paige and Azzi time in ages. Don’t want someone else. Just want you.”

And after that well, there wasn’t really any chance of saying no. Azzi’s only fifteen and she doesn’t know that much about love, but sometimes when Paige looks at her with those earnest blue eyes and a smile that promises i’ll always be here, she thinks the way her heart starts to flutter erratically to a beat of and i wouldn’t want anyone else to stay, might just be the start of her finding out.

“See,” Paige grins triumphantly as the two girls find their way out of their hotel and onto the street, “told you we wouldn’t get caught. Shit’s just too damn easy.”

Azzi rolls her eyes at the attitude, “don’t tempt fate.”

“Fate’s got nothing in front of Paige Bueckers. I make my own fate,” Paige winks as she links her arms through Azzi.

It’s a mundane amount of contact, absolutely nothing special to it, but Azzi feels herself shiver in spite of the humidity that’s circling around them. She doesn’t quite know how it happened. One moment she was staring across the court, judging the skinny blonde practicing free throws and coming to the conclusion that she’d be no threat; the next moment said girl was next to her on the plane back from Argentina and Azzi, a self-admitted introvert, found herself rattling off about everything and nothing with this girl who seemed to have discovered the keys to all of Azzi’s locks. Hours of talking had bled into days and days had bled into months and despite the fact that facetime had taken the place of in-person conversations, the word friendship had seemed too cavalier a word to describe the relationship Paige and Azzi were building.

Paige had whittled away all of Azzi’s carefully constructed armor until she was buried deep underneath her skin and Azzi’s sure there’s no knife in the world sharp enough to carve the blonde out from where she lives underneath Azzi’s ribcage. Azzi doesn’t want anyone to try and dig her out. She thinks she might bleed out if they do.

“Az,” Paige whines, waving her free hand in the younger girl’s face, “are you even paying attention to me?”

“That depends,” Azzi hums, “are you saying anything interesting?”

“I’m always saying something interesting.”

“You’re always saying something. The interesting is subjective,” Azzi teases, laughing when Paige pouts.

“I sneak you out to give you an adventure and this is how you repay me? With insults?” Paige puts a dramatic hand to her heart.

“Walking boring streets is not an adventure. Virginia has streets too.”

“It’s not about the streets, it’s about where the streets lead to,” Paige says with grave seriousness.

Azzi raises an eyebrow, “are you entering your philosopher Paige era?”

“I’d make a good philosopher,” Paige waggles her own eyebrows as they two girls find themselves entering park Pieramohi.

“Virginia has parks too, you know Paige?” Azzi says skeptically.

Paige lets out a dramatic sigh, “will you just keep walking, woman. Sometimes I wonder if you even like me?”

It’s said like a joke but there’s a hint of insecurity beaded into it that buzzes in Azzi’s ears as she wraps a careful hand around Paige’s wrist, stopping the two of them where they are.

“Hey,” she whispers softly, nudging the older girl, “you don’t ever have to wonder with me. I’m always gonna like you Paige. Even if you’re a pain in my ass half the time.”

“Had to ruin it with the last part, didn't you?” Paige complains but her eyes twinkle at the reassurance, “Just so you know I’m gonna be a pain in your ass forever.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” Azzi promises as they continue strolling through the park.

The silence is peaceful and the breeze that flows around them is like a comforting hug. And Azzi thinks that she’d be okay if there wasn’t a destination for them to get to, as long as the journey came with Paige by her side.

“We’re almost there,” Paige says slowly, a slightly nervous edge to her voice.

“You sure you’re not just getting us lost-” the teasing quip dies on Azzi’s tongue as she stares at the scenery in front of her. They’re standing on the edge of a bridge overlooking a lake and it looks like something out of a disney fairytale; the picturesque image of green trees silhouetted against a magically starry night is captured perfectly on the still surface of the water that’s flowing beneath. As Azzi peers across the railing, Paige right next to her, she feels her breath hitch at the reflection that peers up at her. Because the view in front of them is beautiful but Paige’s eyes are on Azzi and she’s staring at her as if the view is nothing in comparison.

“C’mon,” the blonde says softly, lacing her fingers through Azzi’s as she tugs her along, “I have a plan.”

“There’s more?” Azzi asks in awe as Paige guides her to the gazebo in the middle of the bridge.

“Just a little bit,” Paige says and oh- that shy smile is different. Azzi doesn’t think she’s seen that one yet and she makes a mental note to herself, to memorize it and store it along with all of Paige’s other smiles that make Azzi’s insides swoop like a rollercoaster.

She watches intently as Paige begins to peruse through the purple rucksack she’d been carrying. The first thing out of it is a picnic blanket and then a horde of different snacks, all of Azzi’s favorites. Two plastic champagne glasses are next and then a sheepish grin as Paige pulls out a bottle of soda.

“Couldn’t quite risk trying to get alcohol,” Paige scratches at her neck.

“Next time maybe,” Azzi shrugs as she helps Paige set up the arrangement and she feels herself fluttering at the thought of doing this again and again and again.

“How’d you even find this place?” she asks as Paige begins to pour out the soda.

“You ever heard of googling?”

Azzi rolls her eyes at Paige’s teasing smirk, “how’d you even have time to do this?”

Paige is quiet for a second as she passes Azzi her glass, “wanted to do something special for us,” she says quietly, keeping her eyes intently on what she’s doing as she pours out a drink for herself, “wasn’t hard to find time for you.”

“You could be a poet, Paige Bueckers,” Azzi whispers and she knows it’s unfair of her but she thinks it anyway. As long as all your poems are about me.

“The poets are lucky I chose a ball instead of a pen. They’d be out of a job otherwise,” Paige says, trying to ease back into the more familiar arrogance.

“Always so humble,” Azzi says, rolling her eyes as she holds up her glass, “alright what are toasting to?”

“I came up with this whole thing. You can come up with a toast,” Paige scrunches her nose and Azzi shakes her head at it.

She thinks for a second before smiling brightly at the girl in front of her, “let’s just keep it simple and toast to us.”

“How original,” Paige teases but she clinks her glass against Azzi’s anyways, “here’s to us.”

“Here’s to us,” Azzi repeats as they both take sips of soda.

They melt into a comfortable silence, relishing in this rare moment where there isn’t a screen separating them from each other. Facetimes is a wonderful creation but a blurry screen, Azzi decides, doesn’t nearly do justice to just how damn pretty Paige is. Her hair is golden as it basks in the glow of the moon and Azzi wonders if the stars are jealous of how brilliantly the blonde’s blue eyes twinkle.

It’s Paige who speaks first, her voice hesitant, “you uh- you never asked me how my date went a couple of weeks ago.”

Azzi feels her whole body go rigid. She’d almost forgotten about Paige’s wretched date. The blonde had told her about it a couple of days before the actual event and Azzi had played the dutiful role of a best friend, teasing Paige with a light-heartedness she didn’t feel and congratulating her with an excitement that came from anywhere but from the heart. She’d purposely avoided Paige’s calls the day of the date and then two days after, coming up with some sorry excuse she no longer remembers. On the third day, when the hollow ache of i miss her voice in her chest had become too hard to ignore, Azzi had finally picked up the phone and diverted the conversation straight to a different topic. She hadn’t thought of the date since.

“Guess it slipped my mind,” she says airily, fingers gripping the edge of the picnic blanket.

“I could tell you about it now,” Paige says slowly.

I’d rather you didn’t, Azzi thinks but that’s a thought that veers a little too out of the sphere of best-friend-isms and so she simply nods her head, “y-yeah tell me about it. How was it?”

“It was nice,” Paige begins and there’s something hidden in her tone that Azzi can't quite place but she’s a little too busy sulking at the idea of Paige with anybody else to try and decipher it, “dinner was good. Took her to a movie after. That was good too.”

“That’s cool P. I’m glad- I’m glad you had fun,” Azzi says nonchalantly, gripping the glass in her hands just a little too tight.

“I didn’t.”

“What?”

“I didn’t really have that much fun,” Paige clarifies and Azzi gawks at her in confusion as the older girl fidgets with the frayed edges of the picnic blankets, “just didn’t- didn’t feel right. Don’t think she had much fun either. She never texted me after.”

“What a bitch,” Azzi bites out, suddenly irrationally angry at a girl she’d never met because how could anyone possibly not have fun with Paige, “I’m sorry P. You deserve-”

“I didn’t care that she didn’t text back-”

“Still. It’s just the decent thing to do,” Azzi rants.

“Maybe,” Paige shrugs, “but I didn’t have time to care about that. I had other things on my mind. Like the fact that you weren’t talking to me.”

Azzi flinches at the accusation, rushing out her previous defense, “I was busy.”

“Bullshit,” Paige sneers.

“Paige-”

“But I get it,” the older girl says softly as she reaches for Azzi’s hand, tugging the brunette closer to her and Azzi feels something inside her erupt at how close their faces are, “I probably wouldn’t have talked to you for two days either if you went on a date with someone else.”

“Oh,” Azzi breathes out and there’s probably something more eloquent she should say but there’s this realization of maybe you feel it too that’s beginning to creep up her spine, rendering her speechless as Paige continues to stare at her like she’s mapping out all the tiniest details of Azzi’s face.

“The whole date, I kept thinking how you wouldn’t order what she ordered off the menu or that you would probably hit my hand if I tried to steal something off your plate but then give it to me anyway. And that the movie would never have been so quiet with you and we’d probably get yelled at for giggling too much and I-” Paige pauses, dragging in a deep breath, “I definitely would’ve kissed you at the end.”

A sigh of relief escapes Azzi’s lips, “you didn’t kiss her.”

“No,” Paige confirms as she drops her forehead against Azzi’s, “but I-,” the blonde gulps nervously and Azzi can’t help the way her hand reaches up to caress the blush forming on Paige’s cheeks.

“Ask me,” she whispers.

“I really want to kiss you,” Paige confesses, voice shaking slightly, “can I kiss you?”

Azzi doesn’t say anything, choosing to reply instead by pressing her lips softly against Paige’s. They move slowly at first, testing each other’s boundaries and savoring their first taste of each other. Azzi pulls the older girl onto her lap, hands firmly on Paige’s hips as the other girl clasps her own hands around Azzi’s neck. It’s a little messy and uncoordinated and Azzi thinks they might need to practice a little more to really get it right but still, it’s everything.

And Azzi just knows

She knows it then just the way she knew Tim was meant to be her dad. The way she knew Jon and José were meant to be her brothers. The way she knew she was meant to play basketball. Azzi knows that she’s meant to fall hopelessly in love with Paige Bueckers.

March 2033

There are three things Azzi should do.

Push Paige away

Tell her this a bad idea

Run the fuck away

She does none of the above.

Instead Azzi kisses Paige back.

And it’s still everything. Like the sun and moon are colliding and creating something so insanely powerful; something that feels so eternal.

There’s nothing soft or slow about it as Paige presses every inch of herself into Azzi until she can feel Paige’s heartbeat as strongly as she can feel her own. It might be impossible but she swears their hearts are talking to each other, tapping out rhythms against each other’s chests that confess all the things their owners are too scared to say. And Azzi wants nothing more than to lose herself completely in the moment because Paige’s lips feel like a drug and Azzi thinks she might just be an addict in relapse.

Except to relapse, you need to have recovered. And Azzi doesn’t think she ever fully recovered from Paige.

It isn’t until she feels her back hit the edge of a desk and the sound of something crashing onto the floor infiltrates her ears, that Azzi finally comes to her senses. She tears her lips away from Paige as the older woman groans in protest, arms tightening their hold on Azzi’s waist so she can still have some semblance of control over the situation. And really Azzi knows she’s strong enough to escape Paige’s grip, could easily fight it if she wanted to. But well, she doesn’t want to. And Azzi’s tired of doing things she doesn’t want to do.

“Paige-”

“If the next words out of your mouth are ‘we can’t do this’, Azzi I swear to god I’m going to kill you,” Paige threatens, pressing her forehead against Azzi’s.

Azzi laughs softly and she can feel Paige’s whole body relax at the sound of it and like clockwork, she feels the tension beginning to release from her own muscles, “if you kill me then we definitely can’t do this.”

“I’ll revive you after or something,” Paige says with a half-smirk.

“Or something,” Azzi rolls her eyes, “but we can’t-”

“Azzi,” Paige groans.

“We can’t do this right now and definitely not here,” Azzi amends, alluding to the fact that they’re still in Steph’s office.

Paige raises an eyebrow, cocking her head slightly, “but we can do this later? Somewhere else?”

The question lingers between them as Azzi bites her lip. She knows what this is, knows that it’s Paige putting the ball in her court. A ‘no’ would likely be the end of things and that scares her more than she’s willing to admit but she’s not quite ready to commit to a ‘yes’ yet, even if that flame of desire inside of her, the one that can only be lit by Paige, is blazing hot through her veins.

“I don’t know,” Azzi says carefully, shivering at the way Paige’s thumb is rubbing circles against her waist, the flimsy material of her shirt doing nothing to prevent the goosebumps forming on her skin, “TBD.”

“That’s not a no,” Paige says carefully, hope blossoming freely on her face.

“That’s not a yes either,” Azzi warns half-heartedly.

“But it’s not a no,” Paige presses.

“No,” Azzi admits, playing with the neckline of Paige’s shirt, “it’s not a no.”

And Azzi’s so scared of the future, scared that if she lets herself burn, she’ll incinerate everyone around her but there’s something in the way Paige smiles at her words. Something that feels a lot like a promise of i’ll be the rain that washes out the fire before you can turn us to ashes.

“I can work with that,” Paige says softly, tilting Azzi’s chin up.

“So desperate to get back into my pants Bueckers,” Azzi teases and she expects a witty remark in return but instead she’s met with nothing but sincerity.

“So desperate to get back into your life,” Paige whispers, voice cracking on the last two words.

Tears prickle against Azzi’s waterline as she stares in awe at the girl in front of her. Sometimes she thinks Paige doesn’t even know that there’s a halo of goodness sitting above her head, doesn't even know just how beautiful her soul is. Paige is stunning on the outside; it’s something no one can deny. But it’s nothing compared to how gorgeous she is on the inside, nothing compared to how kind, how humble, how forgiving Paige is.

“Why?” Azzi asks, her tone rife with heaviness.

“Why what?”

“After everything, after all this time, why would you still want to be in my life?” the tears fall harder as Azzi struggles to breathe, “I- I broke your heart. I broke us. How could you possibly want that again. How could you possibly want me again?”

Paige's eyes soften as she cups Azzi’s cheeks, thumbs brushing away at the drops of water running down them, “because you’re Azzi. My Azzi. And I get it- I get that you’re not ready to be all in on this with me yet and if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not completely ready either. But we can work on it right? Take it slow and see where it goes and maybe we’ll- maybe we’ll be even better this time.”

“You think so?”

“I believe so.”

Azzi presses her lips delicately against Paige’s, reveling in the way it makes Paige’s breath hitch. She pulls away faster than she would like herself and Paige chases her lips, eyes still closed.

“What was that for,” the blonde asks, slightly dazed.

“For being my Paige.”

***

Azzi taps her foot impatiently against her wooden patio as she glances at her phone clock for the umpteenth time. Paige is almost twenty minutes late to pick her and Stephie up to go to dinner at her parent’s house. The invites had technically been separate but Paige had insisted that they needed to go together because Paige didn’t want to walk into the house alone. Azzi’s not sure why Paige is nervous to see her dad and brothers again, not when she’s pretty sure they’re bursting with excitement to see the blonde whose pictures still have a permanent place on the family photo wall, but if Paige wants Azzi by her side, well she’s not going to say no. Not anymore.

It’s been a week since they’d agreed to take things slow and Azzi’s still not quite sure what exactly that means, but she thinks she likes it. She likes being able to call Paige and not having to come up with a lame excuse for why. She likes that she and Paige can take Stephie out for ice cream after Curry Camp and they don’t have to pretend they’re only tolerating each other’s presence for the little girl’s sake. She likes that they can brush their pinkies while walking and instead of jolting away, they simply just link them together. There’s boundaries of course. No sleepovers at either of their houses. No doing anything more than kissing. No kissing in front of anyone else and definitely no kissing in front of Stephie. No doing anything in front of Stephie really. And there’s still so much mountain left to climb but as long as they’re pushing up it together, Azzi doesn’t think there’s any incline steep enough to stop her from continuing up this path.

“Miss Buecks,” Stephie squeals as Paige’s car rounds the corner into Azzi’s driveway.

Paige steps out of the car, arms wide open and ready to catch Stephie as the little girl goes tumbling down the front porch, aiming straight for the blonde. Azzi’s not an artist by any means but if she was, she thinks she could paint a thousand pictures of Stephie and her Miss Buecks. It terrifies Azzi a little bit, just how perfectly Stephie fits into Paige’s side but it calms her too because there’s a part of her that’s in love with how much they love each other.

“You’re late Bueckers,” Azzi chides as she follows her daughter’s path down the patio stairs.

Paige grins, shifting Stephie on her lap as she opens the side door to her car to pull out two bouquets of flowers

“Will these make up for it?” she asks slyly as she hands the larger one, an assortment of pink flowers, to Azzi and a slightly smaller bouquet of purple hydrangeas to Stephie.

“These are so pretty Miss Buecks,” Stephie gushes before pressing a kiss to Paige’s cheek left cheek and Paige beams at the compliment, “thank you Miss Buecks.”

“You took that long to get flowers?” Azzi asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Mama,” Stephie chides immediately, “you’re supposed to thank someone when they give you a gift.”

“Yeah Azzi,” Paige’s eyes glimmer with mirth, “thank me like Stephie thanked me. Don’t you think Mama owes me a kiss on the cheek Steph?”

Azzi narrows her eyes at the scheming pair in front of her as Stephie nods animatedly at Paige’s question, “yeah Mama you owe Miss Buecks a kiss on the cheek.”

Shaking her head, Azzi walks over to Paige taking deliberately steady steps. Slowly Azzi leans in, puckering her lips. Paige closes her eyes and Azzi winks at Stephie who’s eyes widen.

“I’m waiting,” Paige sing-songs, a self-satisfied smirk taking over her features.

And instead of the promised kiss, Azzi licks a sloppy strip down Paige’s cheek and the blonde shrieks as both Azzi and Stephie burst into laughter.

“EW AZZI GROSS,” Paige whines, hurriedly rubbing her shirt against her cheek, “is this what you’re teaching your daughter?”

“I’m teaching my daughter not to let anyone manipulate her,” Azzi says, giving Paige a careful look, “now why were you late?”

Paige grins sheepishly as she opens the door to the backseat of the door. A lavender car seat is placed on the left side of the car and Azzi feels her heart lurch with no one’s ever cared like this.

“It’s pu-ple,” Stephie claps excitedly, “is it for me?”

“Of course it is,” Paige confirms, booping Stephie’s nose before looking at Azzi, “it’s just- we uh- we always have to take your car cause it has the car seat and moving it between cars is such a hassle. So I just thought- you know- I just thought it’d be cool- useful- practical- if I had one too? And this way if you ever need me to take Stephie off you then I uh- then you don’t have to worry about me driving. I don’t- I don’t really knows much about car seats but I looked it up online before and the person at the store agreed that this is definitely the best one- like I swear it’s safe-”

She’s cut off by the feel of Azzi’s lips pressed to her cheeks.

“Thank you Paige.”

***

Just as Azzi expected, Paige merges herself back into the Fudd family with the same ease she’d first had when she’d carved out a place for herself almost a decade and a half ago. It’s a little emotional at first when Tim opens the door, a smile almost as big as him decorating his face as he pulls Paige into a hug even before she can say a word.

“Welcome home kid,” he whispers into her blonde hair and Azzi doesn’t have to see Paige’s face to know that her best friend is blinking away tears.

Guilt surges in Azzi’s stomach and she tries to swallow away the lump of i took this from her that’s blocking her throat. It had been so simple at 15 to give Paige a part of her world; Azzi hadn’t thought twice about it. And then with the snap of her fingers, she’d taken that world away. She knows her parents had never cut Paige out; hell they’d been at her wedding to some other woman -and Azzi had pushed them to go knowing Paige would need it- but it was a far cry from what they’d been. A far cry from when Paige’s schedule was a key factor while planning Fudd family summers.

“Hey,” Stephie pouts, tiny hands crossed over her small body “I thought you always gave me the first hug Pops.”

“We’ll make an exception today,” Tim says with a wink before letting Paige walk into Katie’s arms and spinning his granddaughter around, “but you’re always gonna be my favorite.”

“I better be,” Stephie threatens and the adults around her laugh.

And finally it’s Azzi's turn to be pulled into one of her dad’s patent bear hugs. She goes willingly, always at her most warmest in the arms of the man whose blood might not run through her veins, but whose love had always protected her from the cruelties of the world.

“You look really happy today sweetheart,” Tim says softly.

Azzi’s eyes flitter over her father’s shoulder to where Jon and José are embroiling Paige in a group hug with Stephie in the middle of it, screaming about finally having their “white sister” back, as Katie and José’s fiancé Tallulah roll their eyes at the group of them, and she can’t help but smile into her dad’s shirt, “I feel pretty happy today.”

***

“You cheated,” Jon yells.

“Miss Buecks does not cheat,” Stephie yells back loyally.

“Don’t get into this Stephie. You don’t know her like we do,” José glares at Paige who narrows her eyes at him, “she’s been stealing from the bank.”

“Miss Buecks does not steal,” Stephie defends again, wrapping her arms around Paige’s neck from behind as the blonde presses a quick kiss against Stephie’s temple.

“It’s okay Stephie,” Paige reassures, gently swinging the little girl into her lap, “some people are just sore losers.”

“Can’t be a sore loser because I didn’t lose-” José coughs and Jon corrects himself immediately, “because we didn’t lose.”

“Y’all let it go,” Tallulah groans, leaning her head back against the sofa, “it’s literally just monopoly. Please, I'm so tired.”

“Just monopoly? JUST MONOPOLY?” José guffaws dramatically, “I can’t believe I’m marrying someone who doesn’t understand that it isn’t just monopoly Tallulah. It’s about liars and cheats and honor-”

“Miss Buecks has plenty of honor,” Stephie says stubbornly, leaning her head back against Paige’s chest.

Jon rounds on Azzi, who’s been silently watching the situation, “did you help her cheat?”

“Excuse me?” Azzi asks, glaring at her brother from where she’s been comfortable reclining on the sofa. She’d opted to be the banker instead of playing, content just handing out money to the rest of them while watching the game unfold. But really she hadn’t been paying much attention to anyone else but her daughter and Paige. Stephie didn’t quite understand the rules yet and so she was always on someone’s team. It had been a given tonight, that of course she would be with Paige. And Azzi had watched, trying not to be too obvious, with a foolish grin on her face, as her two favorite people whispered to each other, Paige listening intently to all of Stephie’s ideas whether they were good or bad.

“Oh good point,” José turns to look at Azzi too, “you’re the banker, did you help Paige cheat?”

“Mama would never cheat,” Stephie argues defiantly as Azzi pushes herself up from the sofa to send a menacing look to both of her brothers.

“I’m not going to dignify that accusation with a justification,” Azzi says, standing so she’s towering over her two brothers who are still sitting on the floor, “now clean up the game. It’s almost Stephie’s bedtime.”

They might be well into their twenties and José might be taller than her now, but they’re still not quite immune to Azzi’s wrath. Tallulah and Paige snicker as the two men, sulking at each other, obey their older sister's command without another word.

“You’ve gotta teach me how you do that,” Tallulah says, hi-fiving Azzi who smirks in response.

“Miss Buecks,” Stephie whispers, “what does dig-ni-fy mean?”

“Mean she’s not gonna entertain your uncles being dumba-”

“Paige!”

“Being dumbapples,” Paige corrects and both Azzi and Stephie give her an odd look at her ridiculous attempt at saving the bad word from leaving her lips.

“Alright Stephie-bean,” Azzi says, pulling her daughter off of Paige’s lap, “it’s late enough. Off to brush your teeth you go.”

Stephie looks hesitantly between the staircase leading up to the guest bedroom -where she and Azzi normally stayed- and Paige.

“Can Miss Buecks stay with us tonight?” she asks softly, one hand bunching in Paige’s shirt as she stares up at her mother with large doe eyes, “please Mama.”

“Stephie I don’t think-” Paige begins, ready to stick to the boundaries they’d laid out for themselves and really Azzi should let her; should follow her lead really.

Except the words are tumbling out of her mouth before she can stop them, “yeah she can- she can stay.”

“YAYY,” Stephie squeals, jumping into Azzi’s arms as Paige stares up at her in surprise, “thank you, thank you, thank you Mama. I’m so happy,” she swings from Azzi to Tallulah, “aunty Tully did you hear? Miss Buecks is gonna stay with us and you can make her your famous pancakes in the morning.”

“I can, can I?” Tallulah asks with a raised eyebrow as she lets Stephie and her excited chatter lead her towards the bathroom. With Jon and José both having already started towards their own rooms and Azzi’s parents fast asleep, it leaves just Paige and Azzi in the living room.

“You’re okay with me staying?” Paige asks softly, finally lifting herself from the floor and onto her feet.

Azzi scratches the back of her neck, “if- if you want to. You don’t have to. I can- I’ll explain to Stephie-”

“I want to,” Paige says, taking a cautious step towards Azzi, “but the rules?”

“This doesn’t count,” Azzi justifies and Paige smirks, taking another step towards the brunette.

“It doesn’t?”

“We said no sleeping over at each other’s places. This is my parent’s house. So technically it doesn’t count,” Azzi shrugs, trying to keep her face from breaking into a grin as Paige moves one more step closer.

“And where exactly am I sleeping?” Paige asks with a knowing grin as she loops an arm around Azzi’s waist, briefly checking to make sure no one’s around.

Azzi tilts her head, letting the grin break through, “I think Stephie would like it if you slept with us.”

“Ah well if that’s what Stephie would like,” Paige says, nodding commiseratingly.

“For Stephie’s sake,” Azzi repeats as she wraps her arm around Paige’s neck, pressing her forehead against the older girl’s and letting herself just breathe in the peace that comes with being all consumed by Paige.

“Azzi,” Paige’s voice is laced with uncharacteristic vulnerability as she speaks again, “you won’t- you won’t run away again tomorrow morning will you?”

“No,” Azzi promises, gently brushing her lips against Paige’s, “I won’t run away again.”

#pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #wcbb

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sidbaralover · 3 months

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-phone sex ft.bokuto

bokuto koutarou x male reader

tags ; bottom male reader , mention of sex toys , timeskip bokuto , ERMMM THE MAN MILK GOT ON HIS PHONE , reader is amab

eversince bokuto became a professional volleyball player , you and him had spend less time and only messaged and call each other, he misses you as much as you miss him , for this night he decided to have a video call with you because he told you that he will take a break for tommorow . After waiting for a while you finally heard a vibration from your phone and immediately picked it up . "HEY BABBYYYYY I MISSEDDDS YOUUUUUU !!" bokuto screamed through the phone as he saw that you picked up . "Awww bo , I miss you as well" you grin as you saw how happy the guy with frosted tips is to see you . "Sooo how was your match today ??" You asked as bokuto looked really excited to tell you about his day . "aaaaahhh !! Today was soo stressful yet fun !!" Bokuto began to tell you about his day as you both giggled at some silly accidents that happened , you really did enjoy hearing him talk about his day. Suddenly bokuto had a sneaky grin on his face . "Hey babe, check the mail box" bokuto sounded really sneaky , your probably thinking if he's plotting a prank on you or it's really fun suprise . You saw a medium-sized boxed infront of your door step . You brought it inside of your room as bokuto's smirk got wider . "now open it baby" he said as his voice got a bit deeper . "Uhmmm okay then" you raised your eyebrow as you opened the box . Looks like bokuto bought you a pink dildo with a note on the side saying "use it when you miss me :)" . "SUPRISEEE !! I BOUGHT IT THE SAME SIZE AS ME AS WELL !!" you were shocked that it was exactly the same size as him . "Fuck , even imagining you riding that thing gets me fucking hard" Bokuto gently stroked his hard member as you were still in shock that it was exactly the same size as him . You noticed bokuto was already jerking his wood to the thought of you riding that dildo . "Already ?!" You said with a surprised tone in your voice as Bokuto continued to stroke his shaft as he imagines your tight hole around his cock . "my bad , I can't just help but imagined that cute ass on my shaft baby , come on , how bout you show me how you ride that thing for me , please " , you sighed as you place the toy on your shower wall , but before you impale yourself on the toy , you lubed yourself up . You began to impale yourself on the dildo as you let out a whimper , your eyes rolling back as the toy hits your prostate , you began jerking your cock as you began to whimper bokuto's name . "Damn baby , you looks so darn cute , ughhh I wish you were here so I can ram that boy cunt of yours " Bokutos words made you stroke your shaft a bit more faster. The thought of bokuto ramming your boy hole made you shoots strings of man milk out of your member . Bokuto also came as he accidentally covered his screen in his own white liquid , breathing heavily he noticed how messy his phone is . "Holy shit , it got on my phone , I feel so lucky that i have you in my life baby" . After that hot session you just had with bokuto through the phone , you both chatted for a bit and fell asleep on call.

AAAAAAAAA , I giggled a bit while writing this JAJSHSGHAJAJAJ

-fixed a bit of my grammar hehe ! (There was more typos than I thought ..)

#bottom male reader #haikyuu #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu smut

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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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It's My Choice

Summary: Echo is in recovery at a GAR medical facility on Coruscant after being assumed KIA. You want to see him, more than anything, and you hope he knows that he's your choice.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1190

Warnings: reader is described as having hair long enough to style, and as a supermodel.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So I had an idea, and I decided to run with it. It might not flow well, simply because I'm very sick and have been for the last two days, but I'm happy with it. (Also, pardon any typos/grammar errors, I typed this while not wearing my eyes.)

You lean back in the hard, uncomfortable chair of the GAR medical facility, your gaze drifting to the ceiling as you wait for an update on Echo. The chairs really are terrible, but then the clones were never meant to have worried family you suppose.

Jokes on them. Echo has you.

You allow the back of your head to thump against the wall behind you and you stretch your legs out in front of you and cross your ankles.

You've been here for almost 12 hours now.

Fives contacted you as soon as the Resolute landed on Coruscant and informed you that Echo was alive and was being treated for his injuries here. He mentioned that you didn't have to come, but clearly he's lost his damned mind.

As if you'd be anywhere else.

Of course, you probably should have taken the time to make sure that you fixed your hair and washed the extreme make-up off…and changed out of the six inch stilettos you had been forced into for work today.

But, whatever. Echo's alive. Nothing else matters.

Even if your agent has been blowing up your com for the last six hours. And even if General Skywalker has been side-eyeing you like he thinks you're trespassing.

Your comma chimes again, and you absently lift it over your head to read the message. And then promptly deleted it. Your agent will just have to deal.

A door at the end of the hall opens, and you tilt your head to the side, before you sit up straight as Fives steps into the hall and walks over to you.

He takes in your carefully styled hair —artfully tousled, your stylist called it— the dark make-up, and the impossibly high stilettos and he huffs out a laugh, “You come here right from a shoot?”

“Echo’s more important than any photo shoot. Besides, I had already finished when you called.” You reply as you kick your heels off and scramble to your feet, “Can I see him?”

Fives smiles at you, “Yeah. Follow me.” He waits for you to scoop your heels, and your bag, off the ground before he starts walking, “I should warn you…he looks bad.” Fives says quietly as he stops next to the door.

You lift your chin and glare at him, “Contrary to what you, and apparently everyone else, believes. I'm not dating Echo because of his pretty face.”

“Okay, okay. Sheathe your claws, kitten. I just wanted to warn you.” Some of the offended tension drains from your shoulders, you didn’t mean to snap at him, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone made an assumption about you and your choice to have a relationship with Echo.

Fives opens the door and moves to the side to let you into the room, and your breath catches when you see him.

Like Fives said, he looks bad. Thin, too thin by far, and so pale. The prosthetics and cybernetics are new, but honestly, you’re only bothered by them because you’re sure that they must have hurt.

“Echo,” You step into the room, and set your heels and your bag in a chair, before you move closer to his side. There are tears in your eyes, but they’re happy tears, “Welcome home.”

Echo blinks at you, twice, and then he slowly slides up in the hospital bed, “Cyar’ika…when…how did you know I was here?”

“Fives commed me and told me. I’ve been sitting out there for hours.” You look around and then huff out a sigh, before dumping your stuff on the floor and moving the chair next to the bed. You lightly take his prosthetic in your hand, a scomp, rather than a hand.

You hope that it was his choice, rather than one made for him.

He tenses, but he doesn’t pull away from you, “You didn’t have to.”

You smile at him, “Echo. You’re here, and you’re alive. Where else would I be?”

His gaze flickers across your face, and then over to the heels lying on the floor, “Well, judging by the height of those heels, a photoshoot.”

“Not half as important as you.” You reply dismissively.

He shifts and slowly sits up, properly, before reaching out and pressing his flesh hand against your cheek, “Cyar’ika…” Echo hesitates, and then flashes a wry, self-deprecating smile, “I don’t think I’m pretty enough for you.”

You bite your tongue to stem your immediate, and loud, disagreement. Instead you reach up and press your hand over his, rubbing your cheek against his hand. “Why would you say that?”

“Why-? Cyare. Look at me!”

“I am looking.”

“Then I shouldn’t have to explain-”

“Would you like to know what I see when I look at you, Echo?”

“Not really.” You tilt your head, and he sighs, “Tell me.”

“The man who, after meeting me, an actual supermodel, invited me to go to a bookstore with him.” Echo flushes, and it’s obvious due to how pale he is, “A man who overheard me mentioning to my agent that I was worried that I wasn’t going to be able to meet my favorite author and made sure that I arrived on time.” Your smile widens, “A man who learned who my favorite author was, simply so he could read the books too, so he’d have something to talk about with me.”

Echo averts his gaze, “We talked all night.” He murmurs.

“We did. And I got in so much trouble the next morning because I had dark circles under my eyes, and you got in trouble because you were late to formation…but we did the exact same thing three nights later.”

Echo laughs softly, “I thought Rex’s head was going to explode.” He admits.

You release his scomp hand and reach up to press your hand against his cheek, “I see the man I fell in love with. The man who looks at me and sees more than the dumb supermodel that everyone expects me to be.” You scan his face, almost anxiously, “And I’m hoping he still loves me.”

He looks at you, something soft in his gaze, “You still want me-?”

“Always. Forever. Until the stars go cold.”

“Your agent is not going to approve.” Echo warns as he lightly tugs you off the chair and onto the edge of the bed.

“I cannot emphasize enough how little I care about my agent’s opinion.” You admit quietly, “If I have to choose, I know who my choice will be.”

Echo exhales slowly, and slowly tugs you in until your forehead lightly bumps against his, “I love you.” He whispers, “I never stopped loving you. Even when I could barely remember anything, I still remembered your smile and the smell of your lotion and the feel of your skin under my fingers.”

“Charmer.” You whisper.

“Mean every word.” Echo whispers right back, and then he tugs you once more and catches your lips in a kiss that’s soft and loving enough that it nearly brings you to tears.

You have your Echo back. He might look a little different, but he’s here and it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

#star wars #tcw #arc trooper echo x reader #echo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #star wars au #the au part is that Fives is alive #and palpatine was shot by Fox and Fives

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selfishdoll · 11 months

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❛hate you...❜ ━━ ft. kamo choso

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 SUMMARY. ━━ you hated your rival kamo choso. you did, even when he was balls deep inside you.

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 NOTE. ━━ this is rushed asf since i’m finna see a movie in like.. literally 30 mins. sorry bbies <3. pls excuse typos & grammar mistakes <3

You hated, Kamo Choso. Hated him. Every single time he entered your gaze your blood boiled, eyebrows furrowed and struggling not to release harsh words and criticisms. Why? Because you were an overachiever.. you used to be the perfect intern of your company until he arrived. Climbing up the ranks just to stand beside you, the two of you fighting for the spot of best intern. Knowing that whoever won had a guaranteed permanent spot in the company.

You hated Choso simply because whatever he did, he did it effortlessly. The man barely had to lift a finger and he succeeded in whatever he did. Granted you were amazing in your own right, but it still frustrated you.

You hated Choso so much, for so many things. Especially for how easily he could make you cry all over his dick.

“Hey.. hey—“ Thick fingers squeezed your cheeks, pulling your gaze back to his face. Choso grinned down at you, pressing his forehead against yours. “Oh focus, sweetheart— we can’t have you too fucked out during the meeting.” Despite his words his hips didn’t stop, a harsh grip on your waist while his cock drove in and out of your wet, velvety walls. Your sweet moans escaped right by his ear, french nails digging into his covered shoulders.

The mention of the meeting however, had your hazy gaze fixing onto his face, barely balancing on one leg. “Ch—choso, it starts in ten minutes—!” You quickly covered the squeal that escaped you the moment he thrusted deeper, tip kissing your cervix.

“Then hurry up and come.” Choso spoke gruffly, face falling to your neck whilst his pace never stopped. He told you to stay focused yet here he was, eyes pinched closed as he attempted to mute the groans threatening to escape. You felt far too damn good, walls clinging to his cock with each stroke. How your pretty damn voice was against his ear and your warm plush form.. fuck, Choso was losing his damn mind.

You were always so damn mean to him, so combative. Yet so different inside this supply closet. Plausible, putty he could mold right in his large hands.

The man pulled back, quickly regretting it when his eyes landed upon your face. Head pressed against the wall, wet bruised lips parted as discombobulated strings of his name carried from your throat. Choso hissed, reaching between the two of your to delicately flick his thumb against your hardened bud, watching in enjoyment as you reached down to grip his wrist.

“T—too much—“

“Nah.. you wanted this so bad, princess. Wearing such a tiny skirt.” Choso grunted, slamming into you mercilessly. “To think you hate me so much yet here you are, making such a mess for me. You like me don’t you?” His tone teetered on hopefully, leaning to press wet kisses against the side of your face.

You quickly shook your head, attempting to force an angry expression; one that melted away with each thrust. Choso sucked his teeth, quickening the pace of his finger as his breath grew ragged.

You both knew the answer to that question, both knew you were lying your ass off. Such a stubborn woman you are.. something Choso couldn’t help but like about you.

Your fingers clung to him desperately, eyes pinched close as a soft cry escaped you— creaming all over his length. Your arousal dripped, Choso shivering at the way your walls clenched tight around him. A heavy swear escaped him, thrusting himself deep before finishing inside, the warmth causing a whine to escape you.

Soft pants escaped the both of you, Choso placing you on shaky legs after pulling out. You leaned against the wall for stability, hand pressed against your stomach before glancing down— “Fuck.. I’m gonna have to go to the bathroom.” You hissed, eyes turning up to the man who only grinned at you.

Tucking himself back into his pants and fixing his attire, he pushed forward to kiss your forehead. “See you at the meeting, sweetheart.” His tone was sing-songy, opening the supply closet door.

“Dick.” You hissed, cheeks hot as you pulled yourself together.

You ended up being about fifteen minutes late to the meeting, your boss surprisingly understanding. Though he was a little concerned.. seeing as you were walking just a little weird.

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#mani writes ━━ ★#mechahrt #black!reader #jjk smut #jjk x black reader #jjk x fem!reader #mdni #choso kamo smut #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo x female reader #choso kamo x black reader

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heartingw · 2 years

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If you're too shy (let me know) - Ellie Williams

Warning: adult content even if not explicit; pining!ellie and pining!reader; ellie being lowkey a tease; kind of invasion of privacy; praising; making out; dina being a good friend; jesse is reader's brother, but reader's physical characteristics is not implied (safe space for all women); ellie being so damn in love with reader; heavy petting; joel is not dead here; a little bit perverted, but mostly romantic; maybe typos and bad writing since i'm not an english speaker; both pov's, but you'll know; also me being fucking cheesy, so if you don't like it, don't read the final 'letter'. I'm a romantic, sorry.

Words: almost 3k.

A/N: I hope it's not bad and too rushed. If you see anything weird in the writing, please let me know and I'll fix it immediately. I don't have a beta reader, so…

♥ To be Ellie's patrol partner you had to know that she often went on patrol looking extremely tired from spending hours of the night strumming her guitar, drawing, or writing songs.

Jesse and Dina were already used to trying to hold some kind of conversation with her - or gossip, Ellie loved a good gossip - to keep her awake and alert all the way back to Jackson in those days. But it was a little hard to do that all the time, since most of the time they didn't have much knowledge about her personal hobbies. And neither of them were particularly good at drawing or creative enough to write song lyrics.

That's why Ellie ended up, somehow, getting close to you.

Since you're Jesse's sister, she's known you pretty much since when she arrived in Jackson years ago. A shy girl who only answered when you were spoken to or when Jesse forced it out of you. Ellie never minded. In fact, she hadn't even paid much attention to you at first. Living in Jackson, having a peaceful life after the hell she and Joel had gone through had left her a little bewildered for the first few months.

Honestly, she only started talking to people because Dina decided that they would become best friends whether she wanted to or not and started talking to the green eyed girl at any opportunity. And Jesse, as a good boyfriend, went along.

Ellie was 16 when you heard her playing guitar at dawn on the porch of her house.

Though still a little shy, you apologized and immediately recognized the song Ellie was playing, one Joel had just taught her. Smiling and singing the rest of the lyrics that you had interrupted. And even a little embarrassed to have been seen playing outside, Ellie couldn't help but be intrigued by you for the first time in two years.

Over the time, the friendship grew as well as an internal conflict within Ellie.

She found that you liked several different types of music and sometimes hummed the lyrics to her. That your brother had found a music player that still worked and that you were able to charge it and since then you always listened to music before bed. That you, just like her, liked to write, but you never showed anything you wrote. Ellie didn't mind that much, tho. After all, she never showed anyone her private notes either.

She had noticed that you always had a soft smile when she played any song for you. That you had the habit of biting your lower lip and that you lifted your eyebrows while talking to people, giving them full attention.

She noticed that you rejected all men who approached you with the intention of flirting. And that you never looked at any of them with any kind of desire. Ellie also noticed how much you liked her hands and that your eyes always went to her mouth when she wet her lips with her tongue.

When Ellie realized how much she paid attention to you, she understood how fucked she was.

Jesse's sister. The girl she knew who had grown into a fucking beautiful woman. Who had also become a close friend. Who liked music, liked to write (God knows what), and that seemed genuinely curious when Ellie spoke some random curiosity about space.

Suddenly you had become the reason Ellie wrote romantic lyrics and poems during the night.

On your 22nd birthday Ellie found out she wasn't exactly discreet about her feelings for you. Her eyes widened when Dina sat next to her in your small party and asked if it was that year she would finally take her chance and confess to you.

Ellie didn't even know if you were into women, she wasn't going to spoil your friendship like that.

After most of the people had left the party, Ellie approached you. You looked fucking pretty in a summer dress and Ellie was feeling like crap for having to force herself not to look at your legs and breasts.

"Hey, I have something for you."

You interrupted what you were saying to Jesse and turned fully to her, a cheerful smile on your face. "Oh, so that's why you brought your backpack. I was wondering why you came here with it."

"Did you really think I wasn't going to give you anything for your birthday?" Ellie asked you with a side smile and teasing voice. "So much faith on me, I see."

She pulled a notebook out of her backpack. The cover was adorned with constellations and symbols of zodiac signs - Ellie had told you how people used to relate the day they were born to personalities and you had become obsessed with it.

Your eyes widened, delighted with the gift and your hands slowly moved towards the notebook, picking up gently while whispering her name like you couldn't believe what you were seeing. In the blink of an eye you already had your arms around her neck, hugging her tight and putting your face on her neck.

"Fuck, Ellie, thank you so, so much! I've wanted a new one for so long and Jesse never brought me one from patrols." Your voice was charged with emotion as you thanked her in her ear. Ellie knew that writing was like therapy for you – you'd already mentioned this several times –, she also remembered when you complained to her you had already filled out all the pages of your notebook and Jesse never brought a new one, but always brought something to Dina.

"Maybe I didn't give you one so you wouldn't write those things anymore, can you imagine if our parents read that?" Ellie's eyes turned to Jesse, who was smiling and teasing his sister with no real malice involved. "I didn't even know you knew those things. So intense that I blushed."

Quickly you turned to slap your brother's arm, your ears and cheeks red, and mouth slightly open with shock. "You weren't even supposed to have touched that notebook, let alone read it!" Your voice sounded high-pitched.

"My little sister, now a woman. Writing p- ow!" Dina pulled on Jesse's ear, causing a groan of pain from the man who then burst out laughing and gave you a bear hug. "Chill out, I'm just joking."

Ellie watched as Jesse laughed and you tried to get out of his embrace still trying to slap his arm weakly. Dina also laughed as she told her boyfriend to leave his sister alone.

If there was one thing Ellie was very proud of about herself, it was that she always minded her own business and respected others' privacy. But what her friend said was like a vortex in her head. Jesse asking what you would do if your parents read what you wrote. You, all red and embarrassed.

What the fuck do you write in your notebooks? ♥

It was one of those days that Ellie went on patrol extremely sleepy.

It wasn't something she was proud of, but this time it wasn't her fault. It was yours. What do you usually write? She thought maybe it was something like horror, but Ellie knew you were fearful and didn't like to be scared. And horror wouldn't leave that fucking beautiful red color on your cheeks.

Could it be something naughty?

God, Ellie fucking knew you had a perverted side that you let slip once or twice, but you're not as open about it as her or Dina. Did you write dirty stuff in your notebook? What would you write about? About characters you created? About people you knew? About yourself? Ellie scolded herself at the thought you could write about her.

If you were to write about her, what would you write?

"I hope there won't be any infected today or we will die in less than 2 minutes," Dina said with a teasing voice. "What got you so distracted today?"

Letting out a sigh, Ellie decided to trust Dina. It's not like her friend is going to tell Jesse what she was going to say anyway. If there's one thing Dina believed in the 'chicks before dicks' code. Honestly, Ellie needed to unravel before she went crazy.

"It's just," she cleared her throat. "I can't fucking stop thinking about what Jesse said at the party. About the notebook."

"Oh, that," the brunette let out a low chuckle as she shook her head. "Well, I might know a thing or two, but I won't tell you."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Thought I was your best friend." Ellie's voice sounded playful. "C'mon, throw me a bone."

Dina felt bad she was having so much fun at Ellie's expense, but she couldn't help but find it funny how the auburn-haired girl wanted to know anything that was related to you. As she got older, Ellie had become a more closed off person and disinterested in other people outside her personal circle. Seeing her grow closer to you was impressive to say, at least. Dina liked you much better than Cat.

"Look, Jesse didn't give many details, but that day he seemed a little dumbfounded by what he read," Dina spoke as she led her horse to go slower. They were arriving at the patrol building. "He commented something about how he didn't imagine you'd write those things, but that he should have expected it by now, since you're an adult."

When they arrived at the building, Ellie and Dina got off the horses and grabbed their backpacks. As they walked up the stairs, Dina wondered if she was doing the right thing by telling her friend what she knew, but she was tired of seeing the two of you obviously crushing on each other without doing anything about it.

"Listen up, I didn't tell you anything. You don't know anything! But Jesse said you wrote about girls. Intimate letters about girls. Now can you stop making excuses for yourself and try to get your fucking dream girl?"

Ellie was not religious, but she thanked God at that moment for the opportunity. You liking girls was a victory. Now she needed to convince you that the two of you would be fucking awesome together.

♥

If Ellie thanked God earlier, now she was cursing him. If he really existed, he was doing some kind of cruel test on her.

A simple and very organized room. It was easy to see what you liked when she walked in. Your books, your posters, your desk with some pencils and pens lying around. The slightly open drawer that Ellie could see the notebook she had given you as a gift inside.

She couldn't hear you in the bathroom, since it was downstairs. She didn't even know if you would take a long time in the shower. But her eyes were glued to the drawer and her fingers were itching to pick up the notebook and read at least one page of what you wrote.

"Fuck," she whispered as she got closer to the drawer. "I'm such a fucking bad person."

And it was at that moment that she, without making a noise, opened the drawer.

♥

Even with the world pretty much ending, you loved the fact that Jackson allowed people to have a little bit of peace. This allowed you to dress more comfortably - you were not one of the people responsible for patrols - so wearing dresses, for example, wasn't a problem for you. And you liked it.

Which led you to wear a dress today. Today, the day Ellie had arranged to watch a movie with you. In her house.

With limited resources, you had to make do with the basics of personal hygiene. Soap and a simple shampoo did their best to keep you clean and smelling good. And you had to admit you used it a lot to always make a good impression on Ellie.

The girl with a freckled face and green eyes you've been in love with since you were 14 years old.

But today Ellie was acting differently. Ever since you came out of the bathroom, already dressed, she was acting weird. Not a bad weird, but weird all the same.

You could tell Ellie was touching you more than usual. Her hand guiding you by soft touches in you back while taking you to her house, sending shivers down your neck. Her whispering things in your ear as if she was telling you a secret and 'unintentionally' touching her lips to your ear while sitting on her couch during the movie. Her voice sounding hoarser than usual. Jesus Christ, you didn't even know someone's voice could sound so hot.

Ever since you met Ellie, she had never spoken or acted like this to you. Maybe it was because you were Jesse's sister or she wasn't attracted to you. The only thing you had was your imagination. And you imagined a lot of things with Ellie Williams.

Your notebooks were proof of that.

What you weren't expecting was a scene of a couple kissing deeply in the movie. It was a suspense movie you didn't even remember the title. The chances of those characters dying were high, but at that moment, the man was pulling the woman by her hair while devouring her mouth. Fuck, you could see their tongue inside each other's mouths.

With your body rigid with embarrassment and your throat dry, you could feel your face heat up as you took a deep breath. Then you felt Ellie's eyes on you. Her hand slowly reached yours while she got closer, her shoulders touching your when she slightly leaned forward staring into your eyes.

"Hey," her voice low, she was so close you could feel her breath hitting your cheeks. You didn't look in her direction. "You alright?"

The guy took off the woman's blouse while kissing her neck. The woman let out a moan as she tried to rip off his shirt. Your eyes turned to Ellie's and you gave her a faint smile. "Yeah, I'm good."

Emerald eyes stared at your mouth. Her face tilted slightly as she moved closer and closer. The hand that had previously touched yours was now holding your chin lightly not allowing you to move your face away from her. Not that you really wanted to. "Bet you are."

Her lips were like a phantom touch, making you crave for her. Her nose lightly caressing yours. Ellie could get you mesmerized easily. The moans became background noise. "Ellie..."

"Let me kiss you," she sounded almost desperate. You wondered if she wanted you as much as you wanted her. "I promise it'll be good. It's going to be so fucking good."

Kissing ellie was hot as lava.

♥

Kissing girls has always been good. They were soft everywhere, and it felt so good to feel every bit of them during the kiss. Their arms around her neck, the soft waist that Ellie loved to squeeze against her. Their weight on her lap and their breasts pressed against hers. The moans they let out against her mouth. Kissing women made perfect sense to Ellie.

But kissing you was a fucking whole new experience.

Maybe it was the feelings involved. Ellie remembers that Dina had mentioned how special it was to be with someone you really loved. Now she gets it. She understands the way you kiss her back so enthusiastically, as if you've been waiting for her all your life. She understands because she's been writing songs about what it would be like to feel your mouth against her.

Her hands ran down your back and arms until they stopped at your waist, pushing you against the couch. Your body didn't reject hers, you obeyed Ellie's silent commands without a second thought. Your hands went to her neck, pulling her against you. Your legs wrapped around her waist, making your pretty dress slip up to your hips.

Every piece of clothing that came out, Ellie was more sure that you were everything she ever wanted. Your fucking delicious moans, your warm skin against hers, your mouth demanding hers, your hands running possessively down her body, you whining her name. The way you fucking begged her.

The way you fucking tasted against her mouth.

You, with a thin blanket of sweat on your skin guiding her to the ground, climbing on top of her, kissing her body in every way. Using your tongue to send shivers down every part of Ellie's body. Calling her beautiful, while kissing her stomach and lightly squeezing her breasts.

"I've always dreamed of this." Your voice came out fluttered as you made your way between her legs.

Ellie fucking loved space. And she felt you show her the whole fucking universe with your tongue.

♥

"If your freckles spread over the rest of your body like on your face, I would kiss and caress each of her with my tongue. Did you know that? All I can think about at night is your husky voice saying my name as I imagine you lying next to me in bed. Your fingers dancing through my body and your mouth glued to mine as if you can't ever let me go. And I wouldn't. Not where you can't reach me. I wonder if I would ever have the courage to hand you these letters. If I'll be able to taste you one day as I always write on these pages. Holding you in my arms while I drink everything you can offer me between your legs. I wouldn't let you go until all you could think about was me.

I don't know if I'd be enough for you, Ellie.

But I would give everything for you to love me as I love you. To kiss me like you kiss me whenever I think of you while I make myself come in my own hands."

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seresinhangmanjake · 2 years

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Signed Away: Part 16

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Reader Series

Summary: You find out about the contractual marriage your parents arranged with Jake’s when you were a baby. You’re plently angered by it, but Jake doesn’t seem too bothered. He might even be happy.

Notes/Warnings: cursing, fluff, angst, contract marriage, loss of rights, feelings of being trapped, poor parent/child relationships, typos for sure.

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“Do you want some help?”

Jake shot a chuckling Rooster an irritated look through the mirror. “I can tie my own tie,” he said, though he had yet to prove himself. His nervous fingers had fiddled with the ends of the fabric without success long enough for his three friends to find it incredibly entertaining. After his tenth try, his work turned out crooked again, and with a groan, Jake tugged on the material until it hung loose around his neck. “Ok, just fix the damn thing.”

Bob stood and went to work. “You need to breathe,” he said.

“I am breathing.”

Coyote snorted. “Doesn’t seem like it.”

Jake huffed and resisted the urge to run his fingers through his neatly styled hair. “If I’m talking, I’m breathing.”

“I suppose that’s fair,” Rooster said with a nod. “But maybe try breathing a little…better."

He didn’t think he was being so transparent, but he didn’t have the mental space to focus on anything other than standing at the altar, waiting for you to walk to him. In less than an hour, that's exactly what you would be doing. His heart had been racing from the moment he woke, intensifying with each passing second.

"Done." Bob patted his friend on the shoulder, and Jake thanked him with a nod. "One less thing to worry about."

"I'm not worried, I just—"

The door swinging open stopped him, and all heads turned to Phoenix rushing into the room. But her unblinking gaze was trained only on Jake. She choked on his name as it passed her lips, and he knew. The feeling encompassed him, penetrating his bones.

"Where is she?"

—--

His heart cracked open and its contents spilled across the floor when he saw you huddled in the corner of the room with your face buried in your hands. Phoenix gave him a sympathetic look and he rushed over to you, crouching down and reaching out to touch your arm. When your head rose, your teary eyes went wide and you scrambled into his hold. Your arms were tight around him, but his were tighter, latching onto your body in relief. He’d feared the worst, that you had entirely run out on him, but this was better, in a way. At least you still wanted him.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"I-I can't." You mumbled into the fabric of his suit jacket. “I just can’t.”

He sighed before glancing up at his friends who stood off to the side, each with their own expression of concern. Bob was awkwardly messing with the ends of his own tie. Phoenix fiddled with her fingernail, red paint already chipping in some spots. And Coyote and Rooster kept looking back and forth between each other and the scene in front of them, unsure of the next move to make.

Jake tucked his face in the crook of your neck, kissing softly along the column to try to calm you down. "Ok," he whispered.

Phoenix's sharp inhale rose over the silence in the room, but Jake shook his head, stopping her before she had the chance to warn him of what was about to come if his fiancée didn’t walk down that aisle.

"I'm not forcing her to do this,” he said. You froze in his arms. He pulled back so he could put his hands on your damp reddened cheeks to tilt your face up to his. "Sweetheart, look at me. You're not twenty-one yet, ok?" His thumbs swiped away the fresh drops leaving your eyes. "You're not twenty-one for a while. They can't make us do anything today."

"Jake, they'll—"

"I don't care," he swore. "You want to go, let's go." He stood and pulled you with him. "Did you bring anything?"

"My clothes. And a bag. I'll get them," you said, shakily hurrying to the other side of the room.

Phoenix eased over to Jake. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" She whispered. "This could end up being—"

"I love her, Nat," he said softly. "What am I supposed to do? Drag her down the aisle?"

Her face fell further.

"That's not how this is supposed to be," he continued. "That's not how I want to marry her." His lips thinned as he watched you shove your stuff into a small tote. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

"When we're gone, tell my mother." Jake met her stare. "No one else. My dad might not take this well, but she'll be able to calm him down."

"I'll take care of it."

"Thank you."

You rushed back over to him, your bag at your side, hidden partially by the layers of tulle of your gown. When Jake held out his hand, you took it. Your worried brow had yet to soothe but when he smiled reassuringly, the little wrinkle on your forehead faded.

"Let's go," Jake said, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss.

"We can't go home. Our parents will show up there eventually."

"Then we won't."

—--

He'd missed eleven calls by the time you made it to a hotel and checked into a room. Seven from his mother, three from his father, and one from Phoenix, likely to inform him of all the ways things had gone to hell since you both disappeared. He didn’t care. Selfish as he knew it was, for you he was willing to let other people deal with this mess. His friends agreed to help—they knew he needed it now more than ever—so he let them. Jake’s priority was you and doing whatever he had to so you could inhale deeply enough to keep yourself from falling off the edge.

The phone vibrated in his pocket again, and he all but chucked it across the room, letting it land safely on the mattress, but just barely. He’d preferred it to have broken. Then he could convince himself the rest of the world no longer existed. He could happily step into this space only the two of you occupied and remain there for the rest of his days. Hotel room or not, he’d grow old with you there if it meant being safe from anything that might dare to hurt you.

He stripped his suit jacket and draped it across the back of a chair, then walked up behind you and tugged at the pieces of ribbon cinching your corset closed. They were silky between his fingertips as he pulled and unwove until the dress could slip easily over your hips. When you stepped out of the mass of bunched fabric on the floor, Jake felt his throat seize and mouth go dry. White lace bound your breasts, a little skirt made of the material barely covered your ass, and a thin delicate band was wrapped snugly midway up your thigh. Jake didn’t know whose idea it was to dress you in something so damn sinful—maybe yours, maybe even Phoenix’s, certainly not his mother’s—but he thanked god for the view in front of him.

His belt was undone, the zipper down, and his cock strained against his underwear. You turned and he knelt before you. His hands traveled up the smoothness of your outer thighs, rising up under the skirt and lightly squeezing flesh. He leaned forward to kiss your navel, then his hands moved lower, fingers tucking into the elastic of the garter and dragging it down until it was free from your leg. Saying he wanted you was a gross understatement, but it wasn’t the time, so he stood and you continued to undress one another before he helped you into the shower.

He let the water trickle over his skin, watching as droplets flowed in rivers down the planes of your back and over the swell of your ass and hips. As you scrubbed your face free of makeup, Jake began to wash the hairspray from your hair.

"Are you mad at me?" You asked. The first words you’d spoken since sneaking out of the venue.

He paused, then his hands slid out of your hair, down your body to wrap around your waist. "No," he whispered, pulling your back to his chest and lazily planting kisses on your shoulder. "But we have to talk about it."

"I know."

—--

"Tell me what happened, sweetheart. I thought," he swallowed hard as he settled in a chair and took your hands in his, “I thought you wanted to marry me."

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, freshly showered and clothed in the jeans and tshirt you'd brought from the venue. You took a few deep breaths, preparing yourself to give him what he was owed. Marrying Jake was all you wanted, and you were terrified to explain why you had let him down. Though Jake was far from the type, the possibility that he could see it as not enough to walk out on your own wedding hung in the air. You didn't want him to be disappointed in you but you didn't have the choice to deny him. So you told him everything, watching the expression on his face twist and transform a dozen times as you spoke.

"Un-fucking-believable," he said, standing straight and running his fingers through his blond locks. A wildness took root in his stare.

"Jake, I'm so sorry." You reached out for his hand, but his pacing kept him just out of reach.

"I'm done." He growled, shaking his head. He finally stopped his harsh stomps to look at you. "We are not going to spend the rest of our lives playing games with this woman! I'm ending this…now."

"What are you going to do?"

"Find a way to release us from this fucking contract."

—--

George Seresin glared at you and Jake from where you sat on their living room couch and berated you for a half hour. Jake was silent the entire time, taking the brunt of the onslaught as he held tightly to your hand. You squeezed his fingers every time his father spit words of irresponsibility, but Jake didn't seem bothered. He was too pissed, and there wasn't room to care about his father's anger as well.

Amelia finally managed to tame George’s temper, and the older man gave his son a chance to speak. But rather than Jake, you explained everything for the second time.

"I understand your concerns," George said to you, but based on the deep crease between his brows, you weren’t so sure you believed it. "But you just walked out on my son. That is unacceptable."

"For fucks sake, dad, I went too! I held the damn door for her,” Jake snapped. His mother’s brow raised and she cleared her throat in the silence that followed your fiancé’s outburst. "Look, I know everyone is disappointed," he continued, "But I'm going to need you to look past that for the moment because we need out of this contract. And if you genuinely care about what we're facing—"

"Jake, dear, of course we care,” Amelia said.

"Then tell us what we can do."

George looked over every face in the room, from his son to his wife to you. You all shared the same expression—an odd, hardened desperation. He sighed, tense shoulders falling, and dropped into one of their leather armchairs. "Tell me more about what Deanna said. Start with the money."

Jake's thumb ran over the top of your hand, giving you the strength you needed. "My dad made some bad investments and everything they have will be gone in five years if the company goes to us. They won't be able to recuperate what they've lost."

“If it was investments then it must've been personal. If done through the company I would've known about it.”

“You would have had to agree to it?”

“Not exactly,” George said, leaning forward and resting his elbows atop his knees. “Our companies merged in that they work together but we kept our input and output independent. We're responsible for our own half. Which means your father is likely recycling the majority of his income so I don't know about it; there have been no red flags. But if they are so low in money that they're worried about going completely broke in half a decade then I will have to address a separate contract I have with your father.”

“What would happen?”

“He might have to forfeit his half of the company to me.”

George stared at you, and you back at him, both of you understanding that he had the power to ruin your family if what you were telling him was accurate. Despite coming from your mother’s mouth, you knew it had been the truth. When she looked at you the night before, she’d made it known that she believed she had you trapped in the palm of her hand. She’d surrendered her secrets, betting on your weakness to fall victim to her threats.

Jake shattered the tension. “Can any of this get us out of our contract?”

“No.”

“Why the hell not!”

Irritation radiated from Jake’s body to yours, tingling in every spot where bare skin met bare skin. You placed your hand on his cheek and turned his face to yours. “It’s ok,” you whispered, sure to keep his parents out of earshot. Jake’s brows relaxed. “Let’s just listen.”

His parents didn’t blink at the tenderness of the moment. You calmed him down, an ability few possessed. So they waited until the two of you looked back at them before George continued.

“This doesn’t release you because your contract's standing doesn't have to do with the financial state of the families or the company,” George said. “It has always done so well that it didn't need to be a factor, and we knew you wouldn't inherit debt. But, as I said, if that's changed on Bill's end, then it's the business contract we share that must be addressed, not the one concerning the two of you.” His spine straightened in his chair and he crossed a leg over the other. “As for Deanna's threats–”

Jake perked, words rushing out as he said, “One party in this contract no longer feels safe with the other. That has to count for something.”

“Initial argument, maybe. But a verbal threat based on the word of one person with no witnesses is not enough. If you want out of this contract, and to be granted a protective order, you'll need more against her.”

“Dad.”

“I'm sorry, son. These things just aren’t that simple.”

“There has to be–”

"I know where we can get more," you said.

—--

Jake had groaned and grumbled the entire way, but not once did he argue with your decision. You were limited in options in that you had absolutely no others, and he knew it.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, giving him a quick kiss before unbuckling your belt and hopping out of the truck.

You didn’t see yourself ever coming back here. The bad memories were sharp little stabs to your body, a new poke with each step you took up the stone path to the door. Taking a deep breath, you raised your fist and pounded against the rust-red wooden slab. Seconds passed, and you were ready to knock again, but then the door pulled back.

He looked worse than you remembered. His dark hair was scraggly, sticking up in odd directions as if he’d just woken up. A beard was beginning to hide his cheeks and chin. There was still some muscle tone to his arms, but not nearly as defined. He was always so focused on his appearance—making sure he stayed fit for any girl that glanced his way—but seeing him now, his priorities had clearly shifted.

Jason’s eyes widened as he took you in. His mouth opened, closed, and opened again. With one hand he rubbed at his eyelid and the other reached up to scratch the back of his head. “Um…shit,” he blinked hard, giving his head a quick shake. “Not that, uh…not that I'm not happy to see your lovely face, sweetness, but I’m pretty sure I’m not allowed to talk to you.”

In that moment, you felt Jake come up behind you, and you internally rolled your eyes. You should’ve known he wouldn’t stay in the damn truck. Though you couldn’t deny the flutters that sprouted in your stomach when Jake’s protective nature kicked in.

“I’ll make an exception,” Jake said, his voice stony, cold. “But I wouldn’t call her sweetness again if I were you.”

Jason’s gaze darted between you and Jake, struggling to process what was going on until, eventually, he sighed and gave up. “This is going to be a weird day, isn’t it?” he asked. Then he stepped aside, allowing you to pass the threshold into his home.

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lotusbxtch · 7 months

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Lightning of the Blaze

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+, MDNI! This is basically all smut.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings/tags: no use of y/n, Oral (m receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected P in V (wrap it up pls!), hair pulling, creampie, established relationship, mild masochism, brief degradation (one use of “cockslut”), swearing, Reader is described as having hair long enough to put into a ponytail and be tugged by Joel; just filthy smut I’m sorry (not sorry)

a/n: Not me having some *thots* before bed and needing to get them out of my head so I can sleep in peace lol. Not beta read, apologies for any typos! Dividers by @saradika-graphics , thank you!

One of your favorite ways to show Joel you loved him was to cook, but damn did you hate the cleanup.

“I knew I should have put down foil,” you mutter to yourself, desperately trying to scour the caramelized dry rub from tonight’s rib dinner off of your baking sheets. Hindsight is 20/20, unfortunately. Elbow-deep in suds, you cussed under your breath for making that new year’s resolution to leave a clean, empty sink in your kitchen every night. You frustratedly blew your hair out of your face, annoyed that you didn’t think to tie it up beforehand. Thankfully, you heard the door open, Joel having just returned from taking out the recycling.

“Joel baby,” you called out into the living room, “can you grab a hair tie from the bathroom and put my hair up for me please?”

“Sure, darlin’,” he replied, dipping into the bathroom to wash his hands and retrieve one of your black elastic bands. He padded into the kitchen and you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing his grey sweatpants riding low on his hips, his navy t-shirt stretched taut across his shoulders. Even in his “comfy clothes,” he still looked fine as hell.

You continued aggressively scrubbing the metal sheet in front of you as Joel approached you from behind, pressing his front against your back and hooking his chin over your shoulder. “You should’a let me take care of that, sweetheart,” Joel murmured into your neck, planting a soft kiss. “You worked so hard on dinner, it’s not your job to clean, too. How do you want me to fix your hair?”

“Just a ponytail is fine, thank you,” you responded. Joel gathered your hair into his hands in a ponytail, but you noticed he didn’t grab the elastic. “Joel, didn’t you grab the hair tie?”

“Yes ma’am I did,” he said into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “but I think I found a better way to secure it.”

“Oh no you don’t,” you started, “I know where you’re trying to go with this. I need to get these dishes sorted, hun! Not now!” As if to dissuade him, you began scrubbing the pan even harder, to no avail. You heard him chuckle into your hairline.

“Oh sweet thing, you act like I don’t know exactly how to distract you,” he purred, and then he did it.

He gathered your ponytailed hair closer into his hand, and tugged.

The pain shimmered across your scalp, followed by a tingly wave of pleasure. You gasped out a moan. “Joel, please…..” you whimpered. “I’m trying to be good and stick to my goals.”

“Just leave the pan in the sink,” he offered. “Let it soak til the mornin’. You need to anyway, that rub ain’t goin’ anywhere. Here, I’ll help you.” Joel grabbed the retractable faucet hose, turned the water to warm, and started filling the pan. Then, without warning, he turned the hose into your front.

“JOEL, what the hell!” you yelped, surprised by the sudden spray. You looked down and noticed your white t-shirt was now fully see-through, revealing your pink lace bralette and pebbled nipples. Looking up, you saw Joel smirk in the reflection of your kitchen sink window.

“And now you’re soaked too,” he said, chortling at his own (bad) joke. You rolled your eyes until the brush of his thumb on your nipple caught your attention. He stared right back at you and you swore that even through the reflection, you could see his eyes darken. “But I think I can get you even more soaked.”

Joel began grinding his hardening cock into your ass, pressing you further into the counter. One hand remained wound around your ponytail, while the other dragged slowly across the top of your leggings. You whimpered, spreading your legs further apart to give him access. He chuckled darkly. “So eager, baby,” Joel whispered into your ear, slipping his thick fingers into the front of your leggings and into your matching lace panties, groaning when he felt your drenched folds. “Wetter’n the ocean for me, hmm?” he murmured. All you could do was nod your head.

Joel slipped a finger into your pussy, your copious slick easing his entrance. You choked out a moan, pressing even harder into his crotch, smiling when you felt him stiffen even further. “Only for you,” you said softly, “I’m only this wet for you, Joel.”

“That’s right,” he growled into your ear, pressing further into your warm wetness. The stimulation made your head spin, but the hard press of his cock pulled you out. There was something you needed even more than this, and something you knew Joel would go crazy for.

“I need to suck your cock, baby,” you moaned, pulling Joel’s finger from your cunt and immediately enveloping it into your mouth, lips suctioning and tongue caressing. Joel groaned brokenly, and then you met his eyes and said the words you knew would trigger him: “And I want you to fuck my mouth.”

You saw Joel’s eyes widen a bit, and then immediately a feral, slightly deranged glint swirled in his eyes. “God, you are so fucking perfect,” he whispered. “I need you to beg for it, sweet thing.”

“Joel, please,” you moaned loudly, and the next thing you knew he was spinning you around, the movement twisting your ponytail in his hand even more, sending another pain-pleasure jolt through your body.

“Yeah, you want this cock down your throat baby?” Joel groaned, yanking your hair back slightly. “You want me to use your ponytail to fuck your mouth?” All you did in response was drop to your knees, mouth wide open, pink tongue hanging out like a welcome mat for his dick.

“God, you’re such a dirty girl,” Joel muttered, pulling down his sweats, his hard length bobbing slightly. In one motion, he lined himself up and slid into your warm, wet mouth. Joel groaned, his hold on your ponytail tightening again, drawing out a whimper from you which vibrated down his shaft. “Such a perfect little cockslut.”

You began to move your mouth up and down his length, keeping your throat relaxed so he could get as deep as possible. Joel used his hand in your hair to guide your mouth, starting off slow to get you warmed up, and then progressively speeding up. Soon he was fucking into your mouth with passion, your throat making wet squelching sounds, mixed in with your moans every time he elicited pressure on your ponytail. Your body was buzzing, feeling alive with a flood of endorphins counteracting the sting of your scalp. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to find friction, and then suddenly Joel ripped your mouth off of his cock with a pop. You looked up at him with surprise in your eyes, your lips still in an O shape from the facefucking. He groaned at the sight, but pulled you to your feet. He’d fill that mouth with his cum another day, but not today.

“I need to fuck that pretty pussy, baby,” he gritted out, ripping off his clothes and then moving to the couch, laying back on it. “Ride this cock like you own it.”

You grinned devilishly, sauntering over as Joel watched you strip with hooded eyes, his length glistening with your saliva. Now naked, swinging your legs over his, you hovered over his lap, facing away from him, knowing how crazy he got for reverse cowgirl. Just as you predicted, you heard Joel groan again, reaching down to spread your folds apart to watch it swallow his cock slowly as you both moaned at the feeling. With one leg braced against the floor and the other folded so your shin laid against the couch cushions, you started a slow rocking movement, rolling your hips as you slide up and down his shaft. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his ankles, spreading yourself wide so he could watch his cock disappear in and out of you.

“Fuuuuuck baby, you’re dripping down me,” Joel said, intoxicated by the sight before him. Your slick running down his hardness in rivulets, soaking his curls; your cream staining a ring at his base. He swiped a finger through it, slipping his digit into his mouth. “God, you taste so fucking good, too” he whispered hoarsely, making you clench against him.

“Joel, pull my hair, please,” you beg, riding him faster. He sat up to gather your hair in one hand again, jerking it back and ripping a moan from your throat. Your pussy spasmed, pulling a growl from him as well. He gripped your hip with his other hand, planted his feet on the cushions, and bucked up into you.

Your back bowed as Joel continued to thrust up, yanking your hair periodically to release a lightning bolt of pain-pleasure through your body. He pulled your head further back until he could whisper into your ear. “Rub that pretty clit of yours, baby. I want you to cum on my cock.” Joel released your hair, allowing you to move your body.

You released your hold on his ankles, sitting up and spreading your legs wide. Slipping one hand down your chest, you caressed and tugged your nipples before continuing down your torso and stroking your fingers across where the two of you were joined. You stroked Joel’s shaft as it plunged in and out of your folds, making him groan and press his head into the couch. Gathering the cream and slick at his base, you swirled it over your clit, moaning at the sensation. Your fingers pressed tight circles around the pearl, rocketing you towards your release. Joel bucked even harder into you, hitting that sweet spot only he could reach, making your cunt squeeze him even tighter.

“I can feel you getting close, baby,” Joel says, breathing harder. “Fucking sucking me in.”

“Yes, Joel,” you moan, swirling faster and faster, pussy tightening intensely, right on the precipice. “I need more.”

“Oh, I know what you need,” Joel says, the smirk in his voice evident.

Joel grabs your hair, yanking hard, as he whispers in your ear, “Cum for me, now.”

And you cliff dive right off the edge into one of the hardest orgasms in your life.

Your mouth opens up in a scream, but your orgasm is so intense that no sound comes out. Your body feels like it freezes completely and then explodes all at once. Waves of slick pulse down Joel’s dick, soaking him and the cushions underneath, as he moans deeply holding onto your hips and shoving himself as deep in you as possible, grinding to prolong your euphoria. You finally catch your breath, and a long, ragged moan erupts out of your throat.

“That’s it baby, good fucking girl,” he praises. “Fucking soak and choke my cock, just like that.”

Joel grabs your hips and starts thrusting with abandon into you, as you collapse forward, taking hold of his ankles once again. You bend over almost in half, giving him an unobstructed view of your puffy, soaked cunt. You bite at his shins, whining, taking and taking and taking.

“God, Joel, you fuck me so good,” you mewl. “I want you to fill me up.”

“Oh yeah?” Joel says breathlessly, fucking into you at a blinding pace, chasing his own high. “You want me to fill this messy pussy up with my cum, make it even messier?” His hips are a blur now, the sound of his hips slapping into your wet thighs echoing in the room. “I’m going to cum so deep in you that you’ll be dripping for days.”

“Yes, Joel, fucking fill me up. Fill up my pussy, I wanna be full of nothing but you,” you moan.

That snaps the final tether and Joel thrusts once, twice, three times and then buries his cock as deeply into you as possible, nearly roaring in pleasure, bruising your hips with his fingers, painting your drenched walls with his cum.

You lay on top of his legs, pussy weeping a mixture of your releases, both of you breathing hard. Kissing his shins, you pulse your cunt on him, giggling when his breath hitches from overstimulation. Slowly you sit up and slide off of his shaft, pressing your fingers to your center to stem the flow of your juices and his spend as Joel hands you a towel. You let the warmth drip out of your body, and then toss it back to him to clean up his lap. Once he throws the towel in the hamper in your bedroom, he shifts your body so you’re laying sideways, face to face. You nuzzle into his chest, warm and damp with sweat. The air in the living room feels humid, thick with the scent of sex. Joel kisses your forehead and runs his hands slowly up and down your sides as you both relax.

“Acceptable distraction from your noble pursuit of cleaning resolutions?” Joel posits, rubbing the tip of his nose across the top of your head. You sigh in (satisfied) defeat.

“Yeah, I guess so. Besides, I feel like new year’s resolutions are more like guidelines, anyhow. Let’s go to bed, baby.” You giggle as Joel leads you to your bedroom.

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Still Subject to Change Chapter 29 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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Barsen could probably waltz into any room of the castle and nobody would deem him a threat.

Because he wasn't one, He was just the gardener and tended to all plants here, including the ones inside the castle even if those were just potted flowers and the like.

“Say how do you like the celebration party?

They throw one any chance they get so after a while its just boring”

He was probably right, being at a party was fun but at some point it was enough, also i was pretty sure the music had gotten even louder.

Looking over I was pretty sure some of the musicians were slightly inebriated.

“Well i liked the long yellow fruit”

It had been tasty, and cinnamon bread was something I already knew.

“The Banana?”

That surely wasn’t its name, was it?

“That’s what it’s called? Really?”

“Really, they grow on palm trees in bundles like grapes”

I just stared at him, I didn’t think he was making stuff up as he took his job seriously but at the same time the yellow fruit got more ridiculous by the minute.

Well he’d know better than me, I was no expert on plants.

But if they did grow on palm trees it was no wonder I had never seen one before, palm trees were more tropical plants as far as i knew.

Why was I thinking about the semantics of a damn plant anyway?

Man, my brain felt slightly foggy.

Maybe one of the many treats I ate contained some alcohol after all.

Also it was loud as fuck in here and stupidly warm too.

I’d get some fresh air after I found Rikaad.

Where was he anyway?

“Hey, have you seen Rikaad? Uh i mean the new King, I wanted to talk to him”

He was probably still guilty about the stabbing thing so I wanted to let him know that Oakley fixed it.

“Hmm, well i saw him last in the corner with the big punch bowl, i’m not entirely sure how coherent you’ll meet him though”

Eh, good enough, and knowing him he wouldn’t have had too many drinks.

“Really? Thank you! I’ll head over then, see you around”

He waved and went back to, well whatever he was doing before.

So Rikaad was in one of the corners that had a big bowl.

There were only four corners so that technically shouldn't take that long.

And one of the corners was occupied by the musicians that somehow managed to get even louder to cover the happy and drunk howling of some of the guests.

So that left three other corners to check.

And only two of them contained tables, so I only had to go through half the room.

Walking to the corner that was closest meant I wouldn’t have to walk through much of a crowd, a crowd that had gotten increasingly drunk over the course of the late evening.

Not the most pleasant company to be honest, but I bore it and did my best to avoid any sort of smalltalk from the inebriated patrons.

Weaving through the people was at least something I was already familiar with from my time on the street so I managed to not bump into anyone till I reached the corner.

No Rikaad here, hmm, but there was a plate of more cinnamon bread.

Yoinking one I went back to weaving through the crowd to get to the other corner while munching on the tasty bread.

hopefully Rikaad was still there and hadn’t left for some other table.

Oh wait, there he was, talking to Norrin who was pouring himself some of the punch with a ladle that looked way too fancy for my tastes.

Norrin just waved and gave a thumbs up as he saw me and I noticed that his face was slightly flushed pink, he’d had some of the punch for sure.

Whatever, it surely wasn’t bad if he still managed to hold a conversation.

Rikaad shoved his cup away, a cup that I was pretty sure contained alcohol that he didn’t want to drink judging by the face he’d made when he looked at it.

“Hello Donovan, how do you like the music?”

Back to smalltalk huh, not exactly my favorite part of a conversation.

Well, Norrin was here and until he left neither of us could talk about what we actually wanted.

“I think it’s Loud, like a bit too much so, but i’m gonna go outside later anyway”

The obnoxious music certainly wasn’t helping my brain defog and some fresh air would be nice.

At least the musicians could actually play the instruments, and where some of the better ones I’d heard.

Thankfully Norrin decided to leave at that moment.

“Maybe I can ask them to tune it down? I’ll be back in a bit”

He went up to the opposite corner to try and talk to the musicians.

I immediately turned back to Rikaad after making sure nobody else was within earshot.

“Uhh, well, about the stabbing thing;

Oakley managed to help me so it’s all good now, he used some magic paste or whatever it was so the stitches are gone too”

I didn’t tell him that Oakley had to rip them out, he didn’t need to know and besides it was good now, no pain no wound just like before.

Beides, hearing that what he had done in an effort to help me turned out to be dangerous just because he used the wrong items wouldn’t help.

Even if it had hurt as hell when they got ripped out.

I could see him slightly untense at the information and I hoped he would stop feeling so guilty about it.

“So you are okay now? No lasting damage?”

I nodded my head at his questions.

“No, I’m good, don’t worry, I just wanted to tell you that I’m fine now so you can stop dwelling on it.

Now you have fun at this party, i’m going outside for some fresh air, It's way too loud in here and the temperature is not helping my brain to stay focused and i wanna leave before i do something dumb or embarrassing”

“Your face does look a bit pink, just make sure you don’t fall of the cliff and avoid any Guards you don’t know, i’m not sure if everyone has gotten the information yet that you are a friend”

I nodded at him, I had planned to go back into the Ardua form and sleep on the rock Barsen showed us anyway, Since the shed was still a bit dusty and I had no idea how to navigate the castle, Nevermind that I had no idea which rooms were occupied and which ones were free.

As for falling off the cliff, I wasn’t THAT stupid and the atmosphere here was still somewhat tolerable for me, It literally was just a tiny bit too warm and loud that put a slight fog over my brain.

“I’m not that feeling that bad, it’s just a bit too loud and the air a bit too stale for my tastes, i’ll be fine, oh and if you see Robin tell him i’m back outside by the rock”

“of course, i’ll let him know should i see him”

At his affirmation that he’d tell Robin he saw me I left to go outside again.

As soon as the cool air hit my face I felt immediately better and the fog in my mind cleared.

After all, I was just a bit overwhelmed with that many people in one room, not to mention the overly loud music and way too many people heating up the room just by being there.

Eh, whatever, I already felt better and I wasn’t going to go back inside.

I decided that such events weren’t my thing.

Aside from the tasty food, There wasn’t much to do anyway and I barely knew anyone.

Walking a few steps away from the castle so I was sure I wouldn’t bump into anything I twisted the gem on the bracelet and was promptly back in the Ardua form,

Shaking the stiffness out from my limbs.

Yeah, way better, and now i didn’t have to worry about anyone flipping out about my pointy ears.

By now word would have gotten around about the green beast that was friends with the king so this probably was the safer option to just hang around the castle as a whole.

There was also the fact that most people wouldn’t randomly attack something this big.

And the long legs were faster than my human form which was also a plus as I could get from the castle back to the rock in a matter of barely a minute.

By now it had gotten dark outside, it was still bright enough to find my way but I steered clear of anything I couldn’t identify.

At least the way back to the rock wasn’t that far and I made sure not to get too close to the edge as it probably was a lot more dangerous to get near in the dark.

Even if I found that I could see strangely well, but then again there was still light from the castle windows.

And the stars, they were actually very pretty even if the light from the castle made them a bit harder to see.

Just to be on the safe side I went to the spot where the boulder went under the dirt, so a good few feet away from the cliff itself.

I wasn’t keen on falling off of that should I fall asleep.

I’d end up impaled on one of those spikes, or drowning if the impact didn’t kill me.

No thanks, living is actually nice now.

Settling on the patch of grass next to the boulder I ended up staring out into the darkness for a bit.

This place was actually really pretty, the castle staff took good care of it even if the floorplan was absolutely moronic, like whose idea was it to build like this?

But so far the garden was my favorite place.

I briefly wondered if Barsen had any helpers or if he did it all by himself.

Surely not, he might be good but nobody could be everywhere at once, And just because I hadn’t seen anyone else working in the garden didn’t mean there was no one helping out.

At a sudden noise that sounded like a snapping branch I turned my head to whatever was disturbing the quiet that was here just a moment ago.

At first I saw nothing, which I attributed to suddenly looking at the light from the castle again, but then I could make out a human silhouette.

With the light coming from behind it was hard to tell who it was, especially since they were hunched over and seemed to have their hands over their ears.

The figure let out a high pitched whine and I suddenly recognized the voice, as well as the mop of red hair they possessed.

“Robin? Are you okay?”

I immediately stood up and went over to him to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

He was acting strange and only seemed to register that I was here after I spoke.

And he didn’t stop clutching his head.

I wished he’d step out of the bushes and into a brighter part so I could make sure he wasn’t bleeding.

“Donovan? I- i… what are you doing here?”

He sounded like hed been crying, oh fuck what happened?

I hadn’t been gone that long so what was going on?

I kneeled down, or at least what was the equivalent of that as Ardua and looked him over.

“Hey, are you okay? What happened? Why are you out here alone?

Are you hurt? Why are you holding your head like this?”

He didn’t seem to be bleeding from anywhere, but that still did not mean that he didn’t get whacked in the head.

He looked up at me and in the sparse light of the castle I could see half dried tear tracks that went down his face.

He was also slightly hyperventilating and trembling, What the hell had happened after I left?

Softening my voice as much as I could, I kneeled even closer to him, attempting to comfort him with my presence.

“Hey, talk to me, what happened?”

He suddenly wrapped his arms around the fluffy part of my neck and kept holding the fur while he trembled.

“I- I’m sorry, it’s just- just too much, way too much, it’s too loud, too bright and there are too many people! I- my brain can’t keep up, it’s just- ! “

He had started hyperventilating even worse as he spoke, and while I still wasn’t sure what was going on at least I knew now that he hadn’t been attacked or otherwise physically hurt.

“I’m not sure what exactly you mean, but if you want some peace and quiet you can just join me in lazing about out here?”

Since he was now very close to my vocal chords I took extra care to not be too loud and keep my voice soft for him.

He just mumbled something that definitely wasn’t words and shoved his tear stricken face into my mane.

Well, then I would have to figure it out myself.

Hooking one arm under him and holding him in the space between my neck and underarm I walked on three legs to the spot I had just left before and settled down again.

This time with a little ginger cuddled up to my thorax and hiding in the fur of my short mane curled up with his hands over his head as if to protect himself from some unseen foe.

The worst thing was that I had no idea what the hell was wrong or even how to help him.

I found it best to try again to get an at least somewhat coherent answer.

“Robin? I’m not sure what is going on right now, Can you tell me? I want to help but i don’t know how”

At first I thought he wouldn’t respond, aside from another high pitched whine, but then he finally gave me at least some information.

“My brain is screaming at me, that I need to go hide and that there’s too much noise, too much- everything right now! And it wont shut up!”

He sobbed out.

Oh, he had a bad brain day, err night, I've had some of those, shortly after my mother had died but they weren’t frequent and certainly not as severe as his.

Apparently all the stuff that had happened over the past month had just gotten too much as he attended the party where a ton of loud people were and not to mention that the room was stupidly hot too.

“Well, considering what has happened over the course of the last month that isn’t really a surprise, believe me my brain had trouble catching up at all!

And don’t worry, everyone gets overwhelmed sometimes, that’s just a thing that happens, you can stay with me for as long as you want”

He just tried to bury himself further in the fur of my neck, even if there wasn’t that much more to burrow into.

“S’not the first time, it happens a lot to me and i don’t know why, I don’t do anything that the others don’t, so why me?

Why’s my brain like this?

I try my best to keep it together but it never works”

He sniffled a little and continued to try and disappear into my fur.

Oh, so this was not a new nor unusual occurrence for him, no wonder he tried to ditch the party by hiding out in the garden.

And the fact that he hyperventilated must have been because he had a panic attack before me speaking snapped him out of it.

“Is there ANYthing i can do to help you?

If not we can just stay here for a while”

He curled up against my neck and mumbled.

“I just wanna hide somewhere till my brain is quiet again, but i don’t wanna be alone, but i also don’t wanna see anyone’s face right now”

Well, those were a tiny bit conflicting with each other, What the hell was I even supposed to do with that information?

With his form curled so close to my throat he couldn’t see my face, and it was sorta hidden, he wasn’t alone either.

But maybe that was still too exposed for him?

Or too loud as I could still faintly hear the party in the distance and see the stupidly bright light from the windows.

“I- well what can i do?

I’m not the smartest in such stuff so please tell me”

He pressed himself even more into the fur of my throat, if that was even possible and mumbled into it.

“I- i just want to Hide, somewhere were the outside world can’t get me”

“Hide? Where? Do you want me to bring you to Oakleys tower?

Oakley might even be able to help better than I did, but if he didn’t want to see more people right now then I would just try my best and hope that it would work.

“No, I- i want you to hide me, can you hide me again? Like in the snow?”

Like in the snow? What did he-

Oh.

Surely that wasn’t what he meant?

“i- like when you were cold?

Are you absolutely sure that’s what you want?”

feeling him nod i could hear the softest voice answer

“Mhm, i just wanna be somewhere where the outside world can’t get me, but i don’t wanna be alone either, and i know you wont hurt me”

He wanted to hide with me, go back in THERE of all things too.

And only because he thought it would help, and that he was absolutely convinced that I would not hurt him.

How the FUCK could i say no to him? I couldn’t, not when he displayed such an amount of trust in me that I would keep him safe.

“Only if you are absolutely sure, and if you get scared for any reason tell me and i’ll get you out as fast as i can, okay?”

He made an agreeing sound and slowly uncurled a little so he could reach my face.

While getting out of my mane he used one hand to brace himself on my face, and his hands were tiny, HE was tiny.

If he truly thought this would help him then i would do it, even if i didn’t understand it, i said i’d help him so i would even if it was rather unusual.

I carefully shifted around him so I had enough space to move my head properly and he wouldn’t have to awkwardly climb over my legs.

He just stood there for a second, hugging himself with his arms and slightly hunched over,

He was so small, he already wasn’t a tall human but with me as Ardua he was just so tiny, and with him standing there so vulnerable right now it was as if a breeze could knock him over.

I took a deep breath before looking at him again.

“Okay, last chance to back out, are you SURE about this?

If you don’t wanna say anything, tap three times and I’ll stop, okay?”

He was still shaking, and I had no idea how long such an episode usually lasted but I was sure that if he thought it would help then I’d do it.

He just leaned forward and put his slightly shaking forehead against my snout.

I could feel that his head was cold and clammy, yeah, he needed help.

“M’ sure, go ahead”

He mumbled out in a shaky voice.

That was probably all the confirmation I was gonna get from him.

So without further ado i opened my mouth, waiting for just one second in case he backed out at the last moment.

He didn’t, instead he reached out and grabbed hold of one of my teeth.

Admittedly that was a very weird sensation, but since he seemed to be okay with it I brought him fully into my mouth, making sure to shield my bottom teeth with my tongue so there was no chance he could get nicked by one.

I gave him a few more seconds before I closed my mouth and sealed him in, then I waited a few more seconds, sort of expecting him to tap three times and ask to be let out.

There was no tapping, instead he just kind of sunk into my tongue, relaxing the tiniest bit.

This was weird as fuck, but i didn’t do it for myself, I did it to help my friend.

If someone had told me a few months ago that i would actually have friends i’d have laughed at them, but now I actually did have people to care about.

And a lot of other unbelievable stuff happened too of course, like right now.

Since Robin still hadn’t asked to be let out I decided to slowly tip my head back, giving him one last chance to back out before I swallowed.

Robin just put his arms over his head, not in an attempt to stop though,

It was more like he tried to make himself slimmer.

He really was okay with this, well he had suggested it, weird as it was.

Tipping my head fully back I let him slide a bit before taking the first swallow.

I waited for one second to see if this would cause him to freak out but there was nothing aside from the trembling that had persisted since he walked into me.

I gently swallowed again, Placing my paw softly against my throat, I was barely able to sense the bulge traversing down before it made its way behind my collarbone and out of reach from my limbs.

Another swallow then sent him spilling into my pouch and I held my breath, there was still a chance that this could cause him to freak out.

He did not freak out luckily, The only movement he made was to right himself and get out of the sort of upside down position he had initially landed in since he’d gone in head first.

He was still trembling though, so I thought it best to check up on him in case he just froze in a fight or flight response.

“Robin? Are you okay? If you are scared i’ll let you out right away”

“No, I’m- i’m okay, i’m calmer now, this is actually helping”

Thank FUCK he wasn’t freaking out, and it really was helping? How?

At least he wasn’t trembling as much anymore, if that was from finally calming down or his adrenaline running out I couldn’t tell.

I hoped it was the former.

“Hey Robin? Not to pry but uhh, How is this helping?”

If he didn’t want to answer that was also okay, but I couldn’t deny that I was curious as to WHY.

I could feel him shift for a second before he answered, or at least tried to.

“I- well- i just-”

He seemed to flop over and I was pretty sure I heard an annoyed groan before he tried again, this time a lot more coherent as the words just spilled from his mouth.

“Sometimes the world is just too loud, there’s noise everywhere and- and if it gets too much I just can’t anymore!

And it’s so bright too! Some days it hurts my eyes.

And then it’s too quiet again which makes me really anxious that people don’t like me and don’t want to talk to me!

But here it’s- it’s sort of calm? Like it’s not silent, I can hear your Heart and everything and I know I’m not alone but-,

I- I feel like nothing can get me while I’m here, I feel like I don’t have to stare people in the face to find clues to what they actually mean!

I get it wrong most of the time anyway, and you’re the only one that always tells the truth so I don’t have to guess if you actually mean what you said or not!

And there’s no light to hurt my eyes! I mean it’s not completely dark.

Just sorta very dim so it’s not scary either.

I mean you’re not scary, at all, you’re nice to me even if you don’t have to.

I just- sometimes I feel like there is too much space and I don’t like it!

But- it’s nice to be able to escape reality, At- at least for a little bit.

I- I’m sorry for rambling, if you don’t want me here now i’ll leave!

I know i’m weird-”

“It’s okay, I’m weird too, I mean look at me, I’m a big green catlike creature with flowers growing on its back and a pointy eared bastard, and sometimes a giant”

I interrupted him before he could talk himself back into a less than ideal headspace.

How about I’ll promise you something? Is that okay?”

“Mmh?”

He seemed a bit confused that I would offer to promise him anything.

Well as half Fae it was binding, so i could not back out, ever.

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anika-ann · 2 years

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(Love)Sick - S.R.

Type: one-shot, early relationship, canon-ish (see A/N)

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader (GG x Sparkles) Word count: 3700

Summary: The stress of the past few days caught up with you, leaving you refuse Steve’s – your boyfriend’s – offer of a morning run. That’s fine. It wouldn’t be the first time Steve turned his morning run into a coffee-run.

What he didn’t expect was to only meet closed doors. He’d investigate. Aka you get sick and Steve switches into a nurse mode.

Warnings: FLUFF, mentions of flu and its symptoms, stubborn Steve, mention of Steve’s deceased mum,...language?

A/N: Standalone or a one-shot following the epilogue of Love on the Brain series. Written around Christmas when I have been so damn sick - and apparently infected my mutuals... long live self-indulgence. divider by firefly-graphics 😍

Steve Rogers was a creature of habit.

Wake up at 5:30. Dress up. Knock on your door to try to take you for a run. Either failing, stopping in the café to bring you your fix, revelling in how adorably hopeless you were when trying to be cranky with him with your coffee in his hand. Or succeeding, having the most pleasant company, even if one running slower than him. He liked that you pushed your limits with him, working to be better, faster.

He liked your drive. He liked you. He liked you ogling him these days unabashedly, because exactly six days ago, he had carried you over the threshold of his apartment, not his bride but his girl and after two years of fruitless longing, that was more enough for him.

Unlike you, he never minded mornings, especially knowing what awaited him – but knocking at your door today, trying for a second run with you as his girlfriend, he actually found himself grinning wide, giddiness lighting up his chest. He liked the routine morning runs with you. He loved adding kissing you good morning to that routine.

It appeared however, that today was one of those days this kiss would have to wait – not a running day. A coffee run day. He could work with that. Opting for a shorter route, he shot you a text when he was standing in a line at the shop, asking what kind of a sugary treat you’d like with your coffee.

When he got no answer, he chuckled to himself; the image of you grumpily scowling at your phone as you silently pleaded heavens to let you stay in bed for a few more minutes had him shake his head. Jam-filled croissant and blueberry muffin it was, then. You’d share. Once he’d kiss that grumpy look from your face, barely holding back laugh – as much as he’d feel sorry for your very true pain. The premise was most lovely and Steve found himself excited even.

What a naïve fool he was. And they had thought the serum strengthened his brain as well. Not.

It was only when he knocked on your door and you didn’t open the door – as normally did, when having followed the smell of coffee like a bloodhound – when he realized something might be wrong.

He tried knocking again, uneasiness filling his veins when no repose came. He leaned his head to the door, attempting to listen in – for the sound of a shower, for your footsteps. Nothing.

He nearly jumped and spilled the cup of coffee when his phone chimed with an incoming text. With a frown, he balanced the paper bag and coffee hazardously to look at the device, hoping, praying it was you.

The relief filing his chest upon seeing your nickname on the screen was sweeter than the pasty he bought for you.

(7:01) Sparkles✨: Just lemme die in piece

Steve’s eyebrows shot up as he glanced at your door, the corners of his lips twitching up. This was a very bad morning if you started out so darkly and with typos. He hoped he could turn that frown upside down.

(7:01) Me: Would never let that happen, Sparkles. Good morning 😘

The reply came instantly, considerably less warm and way blunter than expected, making his face darken.

(7:02) Sparkles✨: Is not

(7:02) Sparkles✨: Sotry GG

(7:02) Sparkles✨: Not work, no run

(7:03) Sparkles✨: Go

Go.

Yeah, right.

Except there was no chance that was happening after you just blew him off. You could be a firecracker – there was a reason his fellow Avengers didn’t blink twice at Steve calling you Sparkles, thinking it was about your nature – but cynicism was usually a sign of you feeling either ill or sad and Steve refused to leave either of these conditions untreated.

As a Captain with one level higher clearance than yours, he had the authorization to open your apartment door. It wasn’t exactly an option he was comfortable with; though he understood why this protocol was in place at an AI building and even on a good day, he could think of at least ten fearsome scenarios (or about a hundred on a bad day) where he’d be extremely thankful for it, but using his rank now felt like an abuse of power, like an invasion of privacy.

But the need to tend to you was stronger.

He’d try texting once more, to cheer you up, to show he was there for you, even if you weren’t at your best, he reasoned. If that failed, then he’d act.

(7:03) Me: Brought you coffee. And pastry.

(7:04) Me: And me.

He imagined the last note brought a smile to your face, hopefully. And perhaps it did – but no response came this time. No shuffling in the apartment.

Heart seized by worry, guilt seated in his stomach, he waited another full minute, giving you the last chance to stop him. No such luck.

Steve sighed, pulling out his key card, the safety mechanism giving in with a click when he entered his over-ride code.

Leaving the cup and the paper bag by the door, he discarded his shoes, lowly calling out your name. His heart leapt to his throat when no reply came, his body switching to a battle mode.

Something was wrong. Very very wrong. The image of you being held at a gunpoint, barely a week ago flickered through his mind and he regretted not having taken the shield with him – and cursed himself for waiting so long before entering.

Cautiously, he rounded the corner. Kitchen empty. Bathroom door open, no light on. Bedroom it was. His feet were quiet against the floor as he sneaked in; he heard the shuffle of sheets the same moment he saw the shaking pile of covers on the bed.

You were alone.

Quickly scanning the room to make sure his assumption was correct, he let his shoulders sag with relief, fear replaced by mere worry.

The shaking, the harsh breaths. A sniffle. Were you… crying? He couldn’t see you with your back to him, completely obscured by the blankets.

“Sparkles?”

You sucked in air so harshly it made you cough briefly, the bundled pile of sheets trembling harder.

“Sparkles? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked, lump in his throat.

You groaned, shuffling in your curled-up position, not turning to look at him.

“Go aw—way.”

“Yeah, no chance,” he muttered as he rounded the bed in four long strides, crouching by your nightstand.

His view didn’t get much better; with at least three blankets on top of you, all he could see through the slit you made - probably made so you could breathe – were your puffy tired eyes, a peek of your flushed cheeks and nose.

A small piece of his heart broke away at the picture of misery. You shot him a half-hearted angry look for he hadn’t listened to you – as if he ever had when it came to your well-being – before closing your eyes and slowly exhaling.

Steve suddenly understood what modern people meant when they talked about a burrito of sadness. Except you were shaking like a leaf – and Steve was staring to connect the dots, a compassionate tiny smile settling on his face as he placed his hand on what he assumed was your shoulder and rubbed.

“Oh sweetheart… what happened?”

You blinked your eyes opened again, squinting as you observed him from the safety of your unconquerable fortress.

“Tis cold. Wear a hoodie, GG, god’s sake,” you muttered, voice somewhat choked as your teeth clattered.

Steve grimaced. He rarely even got cold ever since having been injected with the serum, his body naturally running hot and sometimes skewing his perception of temperature, but there was no doubt you looked like you felt it was freezing in the perfectly warm apartment – and under three, no four blankets.

It didn’t exactly take a genius or a doctor – or both of those in one person, as Steve’s brain helpfully supplied – to figure out what was happening. Still, Steve carefully reached out, only for you to cocoon yourself tighter, looking as if you wished for the blankets to swallow you.

“I promise my hand is warm,” Steve declared softly, having you scrunch your nose.

“No touch. I feel gross.”

Steve sighed, rubbing your shoulder over the covers. He needed no other confirmation. You were down with a flu – that was why you had cut your evening short yesterday, claiming you had a headache he had tried to sooth with the softest kiss on your forehead, rewarded by one to his lips, accompanied with a tired but sweet smile.

“And everything hurts?” he queried, only to have you nod shakily.

“Yes,” you sniffled, avoiding his attentive gaze. “Back. Knees. Hips… Brain. Jaw. Tis too bright.”

And didn’t that sound familiar. It sounded like half of his pre-serum life and that might have been seventy years ago, but Steve remembered those years very vividly – and despite that, he found himself wishing he could take the sickness on himself to relieve you. But that was not how things worked, not even in the modern day.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Did you take any meds?”

Even from the very limited view on your face, Steve could tell it was painted with guilt. Guilt that you failed to do something you knew you should have.

Just like Steve had refused to stay in bed when he was supposed to, because he was no weakling. Screw the flu. His mother worked double shifts in the hospital to make ends meet, he wouldn’t let sniffles take him down nor make the poor saint of a woman his mother was to work harder to buy medicine for him.

Your momentary attitude was starkly different – and it was endearing to see, to be honest – but the outcome was the same. No help to the healing process.

“Too far. Too cold to leave… I know,” you whined, embarrassment flushing your face and Steve felt his heart melt.

“It’s okay, you can stay where you are. I’ll bring you some and make some tea, yeah?”

“Don’t go.”

“Sparkles…” he chuckled as your hand found its way out of the fortress, grabbing after him, hissing as cold air crept under your defences. Biting into his smile – despite truly, truly feeling your pain – he enclosed your warm shaky hand with both of his.

“I don’t wanna die alone.”

Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

He wanted to be exasperated at the drama, at the joke – but if anything, his chest ached a little, because he remembered the pain and the most violent chills and everything feeling like he just might die. Very few people died of flu these days, he had checked, and you were a strong young woman both of which you were no doubt aware of as much as he was, but that knowledge did little to make the shivers stop.

If you were exaggerating on purpose on, Steve was fine with it too. He brought your hand to his lips, dropping a brief kiss to the back of it. Your covers slipped a little, revealing your pouty lips. He smiled and tucked your hand back in, squeezing over the blankets.

“Hey. I told you I wouldn’t let that happen,” he reminded you, waiting for you to grimace. “I’ll be right back. I promise.”

“You don’t have to tho,” you sighed, eyes large and vulnerable as you gazed up at him when he rose to his full height. “I can do that, eventually, I can take care of myself--- Christ, why can’t I stop shaking. I hate this.”

Oh yes, that was familiar as well. He knew exactly how much strength you had to gather to have energy to hate something. There was his fighter of a girl.

“I know. I want to,” he assured you, causing you to blink, a tear slipping down your cheek. His stomach clenched in sympathy. “Will you let me take care of you?”

“Yes.”

Steve bet his mother had wished he would have been such a dutiful patient. Wished he let others help; you resembled her in this regard, scolding him for being reckless and taking onto too much. Truth was, as much as he hated seeing you hurting and vulnerable, he was grateful that you let him hwlp and that you weren’t dead set on making things difficult.

For once.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

He came back to your bedside in only a couple of minutes, your eyes having slipped shut. As gently as he could, he had you sit up and take your meds and several sips of tea with lemon and honey. Your covers shifted as you moved, naturally, the cold seeping in and causing you to shake so hard that for a minute, Steve truly worried there just might be more to it than a common flu. A few tears escaped you, tying Steve’s insides in knots. Without a second thought, he took the mug from your hands and climbed to the bed with you, momentarily distracting you from your suffering.

“W-what are y-y-you-“ you tried to ask trough your clattering teeth, pulling your covers tighter to your body.

“I’ll help warm you up. Come on, lie down, Sparkles.”

“I’m gross,” you protested weakly, earning Steve’s unimpressed glare as he opened his arms for you.

“Heard that lie before. Come here”

“You’ll get sick.”

Steve sighed, biting back a grin when despite your words, you shuffled down and closer to him, even if without opening your cocoon just yet.

“I can’t, remember? Come here, I don’t bite unless asked nicely.”

“Har, har, wonder where you heard that one,” you commented dryly, your cough preventing you from reminding him it was, in fact, you who had told him first.

At least the cough wasn’t coming out from depth of your ribcage, Steve observed. That was a good sign; he remembered coughing fits that felt like his lungs have left his body.

Yet, you clearly didn’t have the energy to verbally spar with him anymore. At a painful snail pace, you lifted one side of the quartet-blanket. Content, Steve slipped in, sliding his arm under your side to pull your body flush to his, using his free extremities for tucking the pair of you in the covers neatly so no draught could bother you.

Steve was only a man – a burning soft body stretched all along his, legs tangled intimately, he was absurdly aware of every inch of you touching him; but his hindbrain was asleep. There was absolutely nothing sexual about the whimper that escaped your lips when you tried to tuck yourself into him as you would have into the covers, nothing seductive about your hands sneaking under his shirt, about the silent oh god when your palms laid sprawled over his hot skin – but damn, the line was thin.

You must have realized it too, because all of sudden, your lax body tensed, your hands jerking back, only to get tangled in the fabric.

“Sorry-“ you rasped.

The corners of Steve’s lips twitched, his hand easily covering both of yours and holding them in place over the thin material of his t-shirt. You didn’t fight him, but the fact you felt as if have erred was evident of your face.

“It’s fine, Sparkles.” More than fine. “Does that feel better?”

You just nodded, peeking at him shyly and his heart soared at the vulnerable look in your tired eyes.

“Good. Then I’m doing my job.”

As he felt you relax against him once more, cheek laying on his bare bicep, he dropped a kiss to your forehead – definitely too hot to touch. It elicited a tiny purr-like sound from your chest, making Steve smile against your burning skin.

One arm wrapped around you and holding you close, he ran his other hand down your back, this time earning a whimper when he reached your lower back.

“That where you need me the most?” he whispered, only realizing the double entendre once it left his lips; luckily for him, you didn’t catch it through the flu-induced brain fog, only nodding and snuggling to his side. “Okay, sweetheart, good. I gotch’u.”

“Thank you,” you murmured as your shivers slowly subdued, courtesy of the meds kicking in slowly – and hopefully, Steve’s happily shared body warmth too.

In a matter of minutes, the chills were gone – or at least the exhausting tremble of your body was. A tear seeped into Steve’s shirt, followed by a sniffle and a swift apology.

Shaking his head with a sigh and smile to his lips, he nuzzled your hair, slightly damp with sweat. Gross, you had said. Steve could roll his eyes.

“Didn’t exactly choose to be sick on top of everything, did you?” he mused, unable to stop the teasing tone into his words.

“No, but I’m being a whiny baby.”

He chuckled. Maybe you were, a little bit. It was cute. From what he remembered about himself being sick, he used to be mostly a cranky and stubborn pain in the ass. Emphasis on stubborn whenever he got hurt in the new century.

“You’re not,” he opposed kindly.

“Yes I am,” you argued, clearly feeling a little better. “But please don’t dump me anyway.”

Oh look, you even got jokes now. At least Steve hoped that was a joke.

There was the tinniest hint of a smile in the corner of your lips, wistful and tired, but definitely present. Good.

“I could never,” he promised nevertheless, kissing your scalp. “And you’re sick, you’re entitled not to be all sunshine. Don’t forget I used to be sick all the time.”

You shifted in his arms, allowing him to curl one arm around you and warm up your back at once, leaving his other hand free to caress your hair. Your chapped lips pressed a small peck to his throat. Affectionate even if sickness; Steve wasn’t surprised. This hadn’t been the first time he helped you through, though he had never got so close before.

“Right… I doubt Steve Rogers was a cry baby.”

Steve shrugged, a surprisingly fond grin tugging at his lips as your fingers petted the skin under his collarbone. “I had other ways of driving my ma and Buck crazy.”

“…will you tell me?”

That question should make Steve sad, he thought. Talking about his late mother, about his late best friend… but the pang in his chest was nothing but an echo of a heartache. Frankly, to say it took him by surprise would be an understatement; then again, looking back, he realized it was a pattern with you. Something about you worked as a soft painkiller for the wounds of the past. It didn’t erase them, it didn’t stop them from slowly healing, didn’t numb him all over, but it still eased the ache.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to-”

Steve ran his thumb over the low curve of your spine, silencing you without words.

“It’s okay.... I was the most unsufferable patient ever, I think,” he admitted, chuckling softly.

But you didn’t quite let go of the fact you pried into his past. He adored you for that; yet, he felt his heart more occupied by the fact that your considerate nature was somewhat outshined by the fact that he felt comfortable enough to tell you everything and anything. Especially when you stroked his bare chest like that.

“Share only what you feel comfortable sharing, okay?” you pleaded lowly, straining to kiss the side of his neck briefly before relaxing, head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “And don’t take it personal if I drift off.”

“Noted.”

“You’re just really warm and I like your voice,” you whispered, almost as if you were half-asleep already.

“Yeah?”

You hummed in agreement, not even opening your eyes. “Feel safe.”

Steve gulped, overwhelmed by the simple statement. In the back of his mind, he knew that – he suspected, he hoped – but hearing you say it, even with your inhibitions lowered by the meds and fever, meant more to him then your body pressed to his. Or perhaps it meant precisely as much; your proximity was the physical equivalent of your expressed trust he treasured. Trust. One of the most essential and often unreachable conditions of love.

Steve loved you. Of course he’d tell you anything you asked for.

“I’m sorry, I’m babbling,” you mumbled, completely ignorant to astonished Steve who was still marvelling at your vulnerability at display, the softest of feelings humming in his chest.

“I won’t hold it against you,” he promised, thumb petting your temple gently. “You are safe with me. Always.”

“I know… How were you insufferable?”

Steve’s lips unwittingly curled up in a smile and he let his memories carry him back; your touch – just as safe, soothing and grounding to him as his seemed to be to you – allowing him to walk the past coloured with only little pain and plenty of nostalgy.

When you eventually dozed off in protective cage of in his arms, skin still burning with fever and slightly slick with sweat, he felt his heart grow three sizes – with love and pride. You felt safe with him. And he’d keep you safe. He’d watch over you and help you beat the flu, so you could cuddle him again without feeling like a cry baby.

And one of those days, he’d hold you close after he’d get you hot and sweating for a different reason. Another day… when you’d show him another kind of trust and he’d trust himself to do the same.

Until then, this was enough. This morning was enough, even if taking a completely different turn than expected. Did he mind? Not really.

Yes, Steve Rogers was a creature of habit.

He cherished his routine. But he cherished making you part of his routine more. He’d dismantle his routine happily for even a moment with you, even if it would mean serving as a pillow and a space heater. He’d break his routine for this with the pride of a man recently promoted to a boyfriend.

Because that was you, that was his girl in his arms. That was the most precious thing the universe had ever sent his way for safe-keeping.

And he would. By god, he would.

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Can we pls get a Peter x reader x Chris pls with this gif I love these stories like my favorite of all so if we could get a fix based off of this gif it would be great (when u have time and are comfortable)

One of my favorite trios. Sorry this took a bit. Took me a minute to figure out what I wanted to write. Also, typo of the day: She cared the shit out of me.

Apologize

Peter Hale x Reader x Chris Argent

Warnings: no?

You were curled up on Peter’s couch leaning against his side as a movie played on the TV. You couldn’t say you were watching it. Instead, you kept running through your argument with Chris and wiping away tears as they escaped to run down your cheeks. You’d already made it clear you didn’t want to talk about it any longer, nor did you want to be fussed over, so Peter kept his arm around you and ran his thumb along the bare skin of your arm in a comforting gesture. Occasionally it was joined by a kiss to your head.

You’d been there nearly three hours when someone pounded on the door making you jerk in surprise.

Peter sighed and kissed the top of your head again. “Stay here.”

You shifted positions so he could get up. You anxiously chewed on the end of your thumb as he opened the door. There were only a handful of people that knew where Peter lived so it almost had to be Chris. Hopefully, he wasn’t still angry with you.

“Can I help—” Peter cut off as Chris pushed his way into the apartment.

He looked upset. Good.

Okay, that was mean, but at least you weren’t suffering alone.

Chris had turned to look at Peter as he entered so he didn’t notice you. “I can’t find her anywhere.” He raked a hand through his hair while Peter scowled at him. “I fucked up. I didn’t mean to yell at her, but she scared the shit out of me. You have no idea how close she was to losing her head. Literally.”

That earned you a glare from the werewolf.

“So your solution was to tell her to quit trying to help before she got someone killed?” Peter asked, his attention back on the hunter.

Chris flinched. “Yeah, well, it sounds bad when you put it like that.”

You frowned. “And how else would you put it?”

He snapped around, his eyes going wide when he saw you. Immediately he was across the room and on his knees in front of you. He grasped your hand in his and kissed the back of it. “I am so, so sorry, baby. I just can’t lose you. I don’t think I’d survive it.” He glanced at your other boyfriend. “You didn’t think to tell me she was here?”

Peter smirked as he took his seat next to you. “Oh, I thought about it. Then I decided against it.”

Chris’s shoulders went tight with irritation. You tugged on the hand he was holding to get his attention. “He had to watch me cry. It didn’t hurt you any to run around town for a while.”

“Fair enough,” he agreed immediately with a nod of his head. He lifted your hand and kissed your wrist this time. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean it. You are far more help than you probably realize. I just want you to be safe. I was mad at the situation and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

You studied him for a moment reassuring yourself that he meant the words. Finally, you pulled your hand from his and stood. His shoulders slumped as he believed you were rejecting him.

You placed your hand beneath his chin and tipped his head backward to press a kiss to his forehead. “Stay. Watch a movie. I’ll get the popcorn.”

He grinned and when you went to kiss his forehead again, he shifted so your lips met his. You lost your footing when he tugged you into his arms and you found yourself back in your seat on the sofa. After a moment, you pulled away with a soft smile.

Peter rolled his eyes as he stood with a smirk. “Just stay here. I’ll get the damn popcorn. I need a drink anyway.”

#chris argent x reader x peter hale #teen wolf #chris argent drabble #peter hale drabble #blue eyes and silver tongues #kat answers stuff #gif imagine

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spitinsideme · 8 months

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Peach blossoms and wolfsbane

Belladonnas

Chapter 3

By writer anon

Sorry if there is any typos or mistakes in advance

Winona is walking down the steps of the manor at 7:45 and is trying to figure out how to tie a Bow tie since she has never tied one before. “C’mon now blasted thing.” She let out a loud groan. Agatha tapping her foot at the base of the stairs “What in Tarnation took you so long?” She said with a huff. “It’s this darn get up you have me in it took forever to put it all on”She said as she struggles some more with the tie before exclaiming “Damn this tie how the hell is am I supposed to tie it?!” Winona growled. Peggy over heard Winona’s little fit and came over to help. “Here let me” Peggy said. As Peggy fixes Winona’s bow tie. Winona looks away in embarrassment while Agatha continues to lecture about being on time. “There! All done.” Said Peggy with a smile. “might I say you look rather dishy this evening.” She said with a lingering touch on Winona’s chest “Uhh thanks Miss O’Nell.” Said Winona. “It’s no problem love.” Peggy said she winked at Winona and left. Agatha now confused what was that about?” Agatha asked. “Uhh beats me.” Said Winona equally confused. “Anyways we should get going.” When they headed outside there was a worker carrying some potted wolfsbane.Agatha stopped for a brief moment before asking the worker to stop for second. “Didn’t you say we have to get going?” Said Winona “oh hush this will only take a second.” Said Agatha. She plucks one of the wolfsbane flowers and sticks on the outside of the pocket by threading the stem through the shirt Winona was wearing she also did the same with the suit jacket pocket. “There! Your outfit needed just needed a little something” said Agatha.With that Winona let out a very loud groan once more. They hop in a carriage and they are now heading to the gala that the duke is holding. On the way there Agatha remembered something important about the gala that she forgot to tell her loyal guard. “Oh I almost forgot about these.” Agatha stated as she fished under the seat for the something she forgot. Winona interest suddenly as little peeked “Whatcha forget? “Ah ha found ‘em!” Agatha exclaimed. In Agatha’s hands were a horse and coyote mask in her hands. Winona now even more confused and interested piped up and ask “what are those for?” “These are for the gala it’s a masked ball I forgot to tell you my bad.” Agatha stated. Winona now even more disgruntled said “Great even More reason to hate this damn ball. The food better be good at this place I swear.” She huffed. “Must you always think with your stomach you really are a dog.” Then Agatha got a cheeky grin on her face “You know what you outta take this mask then” Agatha hands Winona the coyote mask. Winona snatches it and growls at the older woman”Whatever.” she mutters.

They finally arrive at the hall and they are greeted at the door by a butler. Winona wearing a coyote mask is sighing an is bit slouched. Agatha elbowed them in the gut a bit. Winona let out an oof and quietly snarled to her boss “ What was that for?!” “ for being rude now stand up straight and quit your belly aching.” Agatha said. “Whatever.”Said Winona. Agatha took a look around the room and saw that the room was armed to the teeth with all the guards standing near every corner,exit, and entrance. She glances over to her body guard whos shoulders are currently tensed and a scowl is present. She sighed ‘wish she wouldn’t scowl like that its party she needs to relax a bit.’ Then announcement was made on top of the stairs

Meanwhile behind the pillars near the stairs

“Are you ready my lady?”Pomni asked. Spitzy sighed “As ready as one can be.” She said with a frown. She dawned her mask. Pomni handed her the broach that Spitzy’s fiancé got her. It was a belladonna flower with some golden leaves. She pinned it to her her dress near her chest.Then her husband to be made his appearance and held out his arm for Spitzy to latch on to. “Don’t embarrass me tonight understand.” The duke hissed. ‘As if you need my help with that’ she wanted to say that so badly but instead Spitzy held her tongue and said “I understand.” On queue the unhappy couple were announced and they make their way down the steps arm in arm.

All the while Winona finally looks to where all the commotion is happening and hears what she assumes is the duke and lady of the manor are making their grand entrance. Winona looks at the “couple” descending the stairs. And what she sees she will never forget.’wowzer’ was the only thought running through her head

Spitzy is all ready over this whole shindig and wishes for it to be over but then she feels a certain pair of eyes in the crowd watching her and she briefly locks eyes with someone in what looks to be a dog mask or a fox? She isn’t quiet sure. She wished to look at the person in the mask a bit longer but she blinked and the person wearing the canine mask was just gone ‘How peculiar’ Spitzy thought to herself. she could not help but ponder who that beautiful stranger was

The reason for Winona’s disappearance was in the form of her boss Agatha. “So why did you drag me over here?” Winona asked. “I just wanted to tell you have the night off thats all.” Agatha responded. “What?! Why?!” Exclaimed Winona which got the attention of a few party goers. Agatha sighs and said “Look around this place already is armed to the teeth there ain’t no need for you to be on guard,so go on have some fun!” Agatha only spoke half the truth you see she heard rumors that the lady of this manor is also unhappy with her husband to be and with the way Winona looked at her with such awe she hasn’t done that with any woman before. She didn’t know how this will end either badly or strangely wonderful she hopes it all works out and that she didn’t set something awful in motion. ‘Besides whats the harm, the duke is a swine and chases skirts of other women when his fiancé’s back is turned.’ Agatha thought to herself. Now all the piece are set in place lets see how this plays out.

Spitzy was listening to some big shot lawyer drone on and on about hope much money he makes. She wasn’t really paying attention and something else caught her eye. It was the person in the fox mask or was it a dog still she wasn’t sure. The canine masked person was leaning on a pillar and just sipping what looked like to whisky on the rocks. She took in what she was wearing the mysterious woman was wearing a suit jacket that was a very dark gray draped over on her shoulder with a white button up, dark leather gloves,belt,dark brown leather suspenders,Some formal slacks,a black bow tie,some kind of laced up boots and a top her head was a top hat that was slightly skewed to the right. Spitzy’s mouth was slightly a gape she wanted to look away but she realized she couldn’t ‘oh dear’ she thought. She finally was able to look away when someone else had called out to her to ask her a question. But she couldn’t stop thinking about the woman she saw…

Winona grabbed a drink to calm her nerves but it didn’t do much she leaned against the pillar and glanced over to the crowed when a certain masked woman got her attention. The very same one she herself was staring at. she was wearing this elaborate and delicate looking gown with lace and bit a of frills.it was yellow and cream colored the fabric of the dress made her look like she was gliding rather than walking. Winona’s mouth goes dry and it isn’t because of her drink she noticed the mask the person was wearing it was basic one that is just a human like mask but with some feathers adorned on it. She quickly looked away not wanting to draw attention to herself ‘after all why would someone like that want to talk to me.’ She thought to herself. She sits and takes a sip of her drink.

Spitzy getting tired of socializing with the fat cats around her decided to rest by a pillar that was just slightly out of view of the guests. She lefts out a sigh but instead of leaning on cool marble she feels a something else or rather someone. Said someone who let out an little oof and who should it be but the person with the canine mask that she was staring at earlier. Being a tad frazzled Spitzy quickly apologized” I’m so sorry” she began but instead of getting upset the masked person seemed unfazed in fact one might say she was amused.”Hey now, don’t fret it’s not everyday I run into a pretty lady such as yourself.” Said Winona while holding her suspenders with her thumbs. Spitzy can feel herself getting flush and unfortunately for her Winona took her long silence as something else and decided she best make herself scarce. In actuality the reason for long pause is because of two things one Spitzy was not expecting such a beautiful voice and rich accent to come out of this woman.Two She was just called pretty by some hot mysterious southern woman of course she will be a flustered speaking to her afterwards. “Well I’ll get outta your hair besides I doubt I make good company compared to the other guests.” Winona said. But as she was about to leave Spitzy held out a hand and shouted a bit too loudly” No wait!” Winona stunned paused in her movement. “I’m sure you will make far better company than the people out there.”she gestured with her shoulder while moving both her hands out.”So please stay?” She asked a bit shyly meanwhile it was Winona’s turn to sit in stunned silence. She scratched the back of her neck and head she was puzzled. ‘Why would she want me to keep her company’ Winona finally shook herself free from her thoughts and said “Well if that what the pretty lady wants I suppose I’ll keep you company then.” She goes to lean on the pillar again.

Spitzy smilies at her softly and is giddy.’suddenly this evening might not be so bad’ they both thought to themselves as they stare into each other. This moment would be the start a spark that will later turn into a raging fire. But will that fire give them strength and warmth or will it destroy everything they hold dear.

End of chapter 3

Belladonna: falsehoods,hush,loneliness,silence,warning

Wolfsbane:beware,mistrust in people, protection,chivalry

I picked these two plants because spitzy is stuck with in a hopeless situation with her gross chad fiancé which is lonely I imagine and for southern anon got wolfsbane because I feel like they aren’t the type to expose themselves like they like who they like and hate who they hate. They aren’t very trusting of people I’m guessing. Both of the plants will eventually change in later chapters:)

Music inspo:Venus by sleeping at last,patience,first by penny and sparrow,head over heels by tears for fears, patience,please by penny and sparrows

Author note: oh boy chapter 4 is gonna get all romance and butterflies like pretty soon so stay tuned! fun fact Peggy O’Nell is the representation of that one person who tried to steal southern anon from you so she is a romantic rival ooooh spicy. Please let me know what you think spitz! Also if anyone has music suggestions that would be swell! Also I tired adding some British slang and words but I don’t know much please let me know if I’m correct with these terms and such! Also also thank you so much for posting these I’m surprised people like them this much I’ll maybe think about an ao3 account

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