#fade x female reader

[catboyfics]

YEAH I PLAY OMORI AND AS SOON AS I SAW "black space" I WAS LIKE OMORI????? btw this is just a platonic fic because i don't write romantic fics for fem!characters :D

also i'm so sorry i didn't see that you wanted it as a drabble and i fell so in love with the idea because i love omori so much kasdhfaksjdkfa i hope you don't mind it's a little long i was a little self indulgent

also another note i gave them the ability to manipulate reality with mirrors and like conjure and get rid of things and make you like hallucinate and change people's perception of things? its kind of all over the place but its me so don't be surprised.

Sweet Dreams

𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴: Valorant

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: fade x gn reader (platonic) (could be read as romantic)

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬 & 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: hurt/comfort but like spooky; gn reader; symptoms of depression, hallucinations, signs of derealization and dissociation

𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺: 1.2k

The air was sharp, sulfurous as it passed through your nose. You grimaced, detesting the foul scent. Black sludge sloshed under your feet, waving as if there was something swimming underneath it. You decided that thinking little of it would be better.

It was dark, you could hardly see. In the distance, in every direction there were bright white lightbulbs, the exact same as the one right over your head. They didn't radiate light, though. They shone as if their brightness was trapped inside confining glass walls.

You grabbed a bullet from the pistol hanging at your hip and tied it to the bulb above your head with a piece of string. Then, you walked forward, seeing how far you could go. Were there walls? Was it just an infinite void?

The sludge gave only slightly under your feet, whatever was under it was following with you. You neared one of the other lightbulbs, but it was no different. Tied to it, there was a bullet. A bullet from your pistol.

You sighed. You'd had this dream before. It had started a few nights ago, and the dream only got worse and worse. You had no hope in changing it.

Suddenly, the black sludge started to grow around you. You breath caught in your throat, eyes widening in terror as it rose above your head.

You tried to run, desperately trying to separate your feet from the darkness beneath them, all for naught. Dark tentacles rose from the sludge, wrapping themselves around your ankles.

Your heart dropped to your toes as you began to sink. You could no longer move, more tentacles creeping out and wrapping themselves around your entire body.

You sank deeper and deeper, eventually nearing your face. The lightbulb above you shattered, broken glass raining down onto your head as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Emerged in total darkness, you were eventually pulled completely under. The darkness forced its way into your mouth, tasting like sulfur and gas.

Your eyes couldn't close, and you could feel the substance forcing its way behind them. It went up your nose, travelled down your airways, filled your stomach. It flowed through your veins, forced its way into your flesh.

It was taking you over completely. You tried to draw your mirrors, you tried to conjugate something into existence to free yourself. It didn't work.

And finally, you relaxed. You let it take hold of you, and you realized that really, it wasn't so bad. It was so much better than the real world. There was nothing to hurt you there, it was so peaceful.

Suddenly, you awoke, tears dripping from your eyes and sweat gluing you to the sheets. You lifted your hands to your face, feeling yourself.

It was all a dream. That became your mantra. That 'dream', though, it took up your waking hours as well. You thought about it incessantly. What did it mean? It seemed so much better than this godawful world, filled with violence and hatred.

You slowly made your way out of bed. You wouldn't return. It was about four in the morning. No sane person should wake at such a time, but at this point you didn't know if you counted as 'sane'.

You shut the closet door, remembering the stories of monsters that your mother fed you as a child. You checked under your bed, seeing that nothing malicious hid under, ready to attack. Your dreams were peaceful, but you never knew what horrors may exist during your waking hours. You gulped your heart down, returning it to its place in your chest.

You sighed, making your way out the door of your room and to the kitchen. You filled the kettle and flicked the switch, turning it on. As it boiled, you poured instant coffee into one of the protocol mugs.

You jumped when you heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, looking through the doorway to see who it was. It was the one and only Fade, the seer of fears. You dreaded the words yet to come out of her mouth.

Your mouth dried as you returned to your cup of shitty coffee. You didn't greet her when she entered the kitchen, avoiding eye contact. Before, you'd be happy to see her, you'd greet her, perhaps to her dismay. You got along well with people, you liked to think. Well, you did. Not so much anymore.

"Hey." Fade greeted tiredly, looking at you expectantly, though your back remained to her.

"Hi." You

mumbled quietly, nearly inaudible. You stirred your coffee aggressively with a wooden stirrer, careful not to get any of the boiling water on your hands.

You didn't say anything else. You remained silent, as did Fade. Neither of you wanted to speak, though you reckoned it was for different reasons. The silence was suffocating, reminding you why you hated being awake so much. Maybe you should return to your bed, it would be so much more peaceful.

"It feels like you're leaving us." Fade said, finally. She broke the silence that was driving you insane. You didn't respond to her, didn't turn around and look back. You remained staring at your coffee, still stirring it aimlessly. You were sure it had dissolved, but stopping felt pointless.

"I've been in your dreams. They're trying to take you from us." She continued, voice swirling around your head. 'So what?' You thought to yourself. 'So what if they take me? They're so much better than this horrible place.' You hated that your thoughts had turned so malicious, but it was difficult to avoid. That dream which had continued through the nights was become your safe space, even if it wasn't fit to be such a thing.

"Please don't let them take you. I fear something is wrong. You talk so little now, it feels like you've disappeared. You're gone in your room all day, except for when you're sent on mission. You've nearly died because you haven't been paying attention."

Something in her words struck you. You didn't remember much from the missions you'd been on in the time since that dream had started plaguing you, but you remembered when one of the opponent's bullets had scraped the side of your face. Raze had shoved you out of the way just in time.

You felt bad. You were leaving them. They didn't deserve that.

"I'm sorry." You muttered quietly. You turned around, only to see Fade shaking her head as she stared at you.

"It is not your fault. I fear something is happening, and there is very little that I fear. I believe it is plaguing you as well. Both of us manipulate the human mind, and we are not so different. This vision of mine may be rubbing off on you, and for that, I apologize. You must stay awake, though. This will not pass easily."

With that, she left the kitchen. Her words left a shiver in your core. Finally, you realized. Your dream was not peace, it was violence incarnate. You were a single dead face amongst many, an entire ocean. Death may be peaceful, but it is not the answer.

"Thank you, Fade. My sense has returned to me now. We will overcome this." You whispered to your coffee. For some reason, and it may have just been your tired mind, you though you saw the shape of an eye in your coffee.

i hope you liked it!!! im so sorry it took so long i havent been super motivated to write recently :<

remember to drink water :D

[nyctophiliq]

Wanted to know your take on Valo women reacting to fem reader wearing their clothes! Can be nsfw or sfw! Whatever you’re more comfortable with, was hoping for skye, sage, and fade (anyone else if you’d like)! If that’s too many the first too would be appreciated!

✮ ┆ WEARING THEIR CLOTHES. skye, sage, fade, viper, deadlock

based on the request above. CONTENT WARNING.           18+ only, minors dni. SUGGESTIVE/SFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT; female-bodied reader, stealing clothes, suggestive touches/dialogues,  | ~1k words A/N.                   i don’t normally write for skye but writing this might have just made me put her up on the list guys, i love her <3 anyways, hope you guys liked it, and thank you for reading! apologize for the long wait...

SKYE.

hiking with skye was always something to look forward to, even if one or both of you kept tripping over the fallen branches of the trees. you were waiting for kirra on top of a hill, sitting the the cool grass while keeping your bags safe, waiting for her to get back from whatever it was she wanted to check out at the end of the trail. you felt a shiver run through you, and remembered that you didn’t pack an extra sweater for yourself, you peeked into kirra’s bag to take the one she probably had. you just about pulled it over your figure when you heard skye’s bulky boots approaching. she gaped, her eyes widened and lips parted softly in surprise. “look at you all cozy.” she grinned eagerly, sitting down next to you and taking a good look at you in her sweater. “got a little chilly sitting and waiting, sorry.” you murmur as you lay your head on her shoulder, looping your arm with hers. kirra just chuckles contently, her free hand coming up to caress your cheek while placing a kiss on top of your head. “you look like eye candy, we must pick some more out for you back at base.”

SAGE.

even the protocol had to have a bouge, fancy, get together sometimes to keep morale up and at least have the sense of a normal life. with some important papers to hand in tonight, you had to be late for the party and in the middle of all of it, you forgot to pick out what to wear. hoping that sage would have some idea what to put on you ran to her room, but there was no sign of her anywhere. looking down at your watch there wasn’t much else for you to do but grab one of her dress shirts and run to the event. sage only notices that you have taken her shirt when some of the other agents point it out. “you’re late, bao bei.” she hums behind her champagne glass, taking a sip out of it and you don’t miss the way her eyes give a quick look over you before she puts the glass down on the counter, her pearly whites visible even in the dim lights. “paperwork kept me busy.” you sigh, watching her glide along the counter, letting little distance between the two of you, and hiding her face in the crook of your neck. “looks like i will be some overtime on you.”

FADE.

you knew that fade wasn’t too keen on sharing; she wouldn’t even let you take a sip from her morning coffee when you were too lazy to brew your own cup. which prompted her to when she went out to get a cup for herself, she also got one more for you. you just stepped out of the shower, stuck with the dirty shirt you brought with you or to take something from hazal’s wardrobe. you were gonna take your chances with her clothes and once you finally found a suitable shirt you got back into bed. a couple of seconds ago fade came back, a strange look on her face. “watcha looking at?” you ask, not realizing that her weird expression is all about the shirt- she moves one of her hands in front of her face, trying to hide her blush behind the mug. “doesn’t matter, not important.” she mumbles before climbing into bed next to you, offering you a mug which you gladly took. you feel her hand rest on your hip, fingers clutching the hem of the shirt before leaning to kiss your cheek. “you should keep it…” she hums, voice raspy, and you can feel the smile that pulls on her lips.

VIPER.

at first, you were scared to take a piece of clothing from sabine’s closet, firstly because you weren’t sure if she’d be okay with it, and secondly because when you first opened her closet the way it was so neat and organized scared you. the moment when she spots you in one of her shirts or cardigans she can hardly fight the smile tugging on the corner of her lips as she walks up to your side. you’re ready for her to complain when you realize, stammering out excuses of why you were wearing what’s hers and you are surprised how she grabs you by the neck of the clothes and pulls you to be face to face with her. “sabine!” you yelp in surprise. “you look… good enough to eat, darling.” she murmurs, in that smooth voice of hers that has your heart to pick up an extra beat, pushing her chest closer to yours. you roll your eyes a little at her words though, your hands climbing onto her shoulder to get a little space but she doesn’t let go so easily. her lips are running along your jaw, down your neck, a single finger pulling on the neck of the shirt you stole from her, and her teeth sink into your skin. “what am i gonna do with you now, hm?”

DEADLOCK.

that one green shirt that she always wore and loved so much, that was what you eyed yourself in the mirror. you couldn’t help but try it on, you were always curious what she liked so much about this shirt, why she had so many of it and you kind of understood- soft fabric, the nice stitching, and how the temperature felt just right around you. so lost in the technicalities of one shirt, you didn’t notice iselin stepping into the frame behind you. stammering something, you attempt to take the shirt off but the blonde stops you. “no, keep it on.” she hums, settling her around you, letting one finger trace under the fabric of the shirt, running along your tummy before she settles them on your hips, pulling you against herself. her lips brush against your ear, a featherlight kiss behind it before she talks again. “picks up your scent that way, i’d like that.”

[mirangel]

HII RANN ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I REQUESTED SOMETHING SOOO LIKE CAN YOU DO ALHAITHAM X HYBRID READER X KAVEH AND LIKE THE READERS IN HEAT LOLOLOL

(I suffer from an unclean mind 😂😂)

monthly heat !

cw: gn!reader, hybrid!reader, heat, slightly omegaverse-y, polyam, kavetham here and there, praise, overstim, degradation, double pounding, dumbification

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you can’t help but drown yourself in the overwhelming feeling of your heat. you practically raided your two roommates’ closets in order to prepare for this after all, but nothing could come close to the two men’s presence themselves. you could hardly breathe, grinding yourself in your beloved architect’s silk pillow, while you bury your face into your scribe’s clothing, begging to no one in particular for them to come home quicker, for them to come home and satisfy your needs. luckily for you however, they came home earlier than they both expected, and they were greeted to a beautiful sight of you humping kaveh’s pillow, while drowning your entire senses in alhaitham’s clothes.

“my… how naughty of you, to be playing with yourself while we’re away.” alhaitham sneers, pinning himself above your needy body while kaveh moves his body next to yours, rubbing the small of your back with his slender hand, using the other hand to rest his head on his fist, a gentle smile on his face. “alhaitham dear, this poor thing’s in heat! we should take care of them, it’s our duty as their mate after all!” the blond chirps, giving a small peck on the other’s cheek before unzipping his pants, with the other following suit shortly.

kaveh is a much kinder man, who treats you like glass as he presses kisses on your body as he mumbles sweet praises into your ear. he tells you how much you fit him perfectly when he slots himself inside of you, how beautiful you look underneath him, moaning when he takes you entirely, encouraging your moans that slip out of your mouth, coaxing you to go further, “tell me what you need, dear bunny.” he coos, caressing your cheek with his hand as he thrusts himself deeper into you.

alhaitham is much rougher, who treats you like the animal you are when he brings you to your peak over and over, he’ll bring you the satisfaction you deserve, despite what his other partner says, he’ll treat you as rough as you want him to go. “my, you little slut, if i had known you’d want this sooner i could’ve fucked you as hard as you want.” he grins, prodding a sensitive spot inside you that makes your legs curl around his waist.

the two of them together are like two devils in disguise, they find ways to satisfy you in unison without even giving each other more than a single glance and a nod, their two cocks pounding your hole with delicacy and toughness in one mixed setting, their ragged breaths in your ear as they mumble and moan about how you good you feel. you can hardly think, but that’s okay, you’re content being like this. your heat may be temporary, but their love for you is eternal.

ok!! i had this marinating in my inbox for a while and unfortunately for me! i am drunk off my shit writing this so this may be poorly written i am so sorry haha

[theoriginalkaminari]

Light Fades To Rain

(Spoilers for mha season 7!!!!, References, I'm not over Aot yet, Hitch and Marlo anyone? This is pretty bad but I'm tryna cope)

Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Enjoy at your own risk

Sitting at the window, you watch as the clouds begin to turn dark.

Hm.

Its going to rain.

"Stop crying." He told you as he held you before he left. Smiling softly down at you, he wipes your tears.

You stare up at the sky, wondering if he'll come back to wipe your tears again.

Being injured sucks.

You broke several of your ribs recently, thanks to Shigaraki. Which ment you weren't able to fight along side Katsuki and the others in the final battle.

So instead, you sat at the window, staring up at the sky, watching the rain and waiting for Katsuki to return.

...

Katsuki stares at the All Might trading card.

"Oh, thats right." He says, taking it in his hand.

"Well...um..." Katsuki sighs, looking at the odd version of All Might that stood before him.

"When we first met, I guess I was kind of a brat."

Katsuki thinks back to all the times he pushed All Might away. All the times he was rude to the hero.

"So I didn't a chance to say this...." He stares back down at the trading card with a smile on his face.

"I wanted your autograph."

Katsuki says with a bright smile.

He then looks around.

"Oh, thats right." He says softly, taking out a picture with you in it. That was the day you took a picture of you both at the USJ. Back to when you first met. Back before...everything.

"They're probably still sleeping." He chuckles to himself. "Hopefully they get rest. I want them to feel better soon."

...

But you weren't.

You stared out the window, placing your chin on your palm as you sigh, waiting for Katsuki to come back to you.

[demonskiss]

CAPITANO!!!! LMAO SUDDENLY THIS MAN BEEN LIVING IN MY HEAD RENT FREE

PLS WRITE SMTH ABOUT HIM TY RAN

(✦ ‿ ✦)

- 💿

capitano nsfw drabble 1

cw: size kink, cockwarming

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

capitano just thinks you’re adorable! no matter if you’re six feet tall or five feet, or even in between! he thinks you’re adorable seated on his lap, focusing so intently on not shifting around as he does his paperwork! his large cock presses in all the right spots in you, and you whine, pressing your face into his neck, and he’s so grateful that his helmet prevents his blush from showing!

he’ll chide you, moving just slightly to cause you the tiniest bit of pleasure, but even that is overwhelming for you, and your cute, tear filled face nearly drives him over the edge. can’t you see how badly you wanna make him bend you over his desk, tossing all of his paperwork aside just to give you the fuck of your life?

ahh, but he needs to hold back! it wouldn’t do any good to ruin you this early, capitano thinks that the both of you should learn patience after all…

CAPITANO…. oh he big man i wanna press my face up to his chest please continue to have him living in your head nonnie!!!

[zeezelweazel]

Valorant| They accidentally hurt you|

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I'm so obsessed with Valorant but it's literally such a random hyperfixation like ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

Characters included : Reyna, Sage, Viper, Fade

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• Reyna •

Reyna is used to hurting people. She has to. It's a source of life. For both her and her sister.

That's why she doesn't feel guilty when she sees the purple light of one's soul slithering up her arm and the life fading from their eyes.

She's never hurt you, she never would. Still she fears the day her wrath and her bloodlust would get to you. That despite everything her true nature would shine through and the empress would feed from your corpse.

And the day she feared had finally come.

It was supposed to be a simple mission, but it's never simple with the protocol, is it?

You were supposed to defuse the spike and all was well after you took out enemy Killjoy. Or so you thought.

Enemy Omen was creeping up on you from the side. As he was ready to strike, Reyna appeared across from him.

The scene in front of her paired with the intense "conversation" she had with enemy Viper about Lucia made her see red. She unleashed such a powerful attack it almost knocked her off her feet.

Omega Omen was most definitely dead but you were also on the ground, clutching your side.

Reyna though the bastard had managed to shoot you before he died but as she got closer it was very obvious who had done this to you.

You were saying something in the comms, probably declaring that the mission was over and calling Skye for healing, but Reyna couldn't hear you. The ringing in her ears was far too loud.

You tilted your head up catching her eyes. You were shocked to see the emotions swirling in them.

"Zyanya? Are you ok? Are you hurt too?"

That's when she snapped from her haze and dropped to her knees next to you. She was fussing over you wound, which wasn't even that serious, mumbling something in Spanish over and over again.

" Lo siento "

I'm sorry...

Then you finally understood. Reyna had fears of hurting you and she has told you so herself. Now they've come true even if the injury is minor.

You brought her hands up to cup her face and kissed her. A short but loving kiss to get her attention.

"It's fine my love. You didn't mean to hurt me I know that. You feel bad and bad people never show remorse for those they've hurt."

• Sage •

Sage, poor gentle Sage, is the protocol's healer.

She's not supposed to hurt you. Her only job is to help the agents and make sure they return in one piece.

So I'm sure you can imagine her panic when everything occurred.

Sage is a bastion and an experienced soldier panic is not something she does. It's usually the younger agents who act recklessly and she the one that scolds them. But at the moment her mind was running a thousand miles per second.

You were good at sneaking around, that was one of your greatest gifts. Right now though it was more of a disadvantage. Sage was just trying to protect herself by walling off the hallway behind her. She was sure the enemies were going to come from behind as well and as far as she knew there was no ally around to help her. In these situations it's best to wall herself off and wait for reinforcements.

Sage has complained multiple times about not being just a healer. In the end though there was one truth. If the VP loses Sage it's all over. There's no one else that can bring people back from the dead after all.

The only problem with her plan is that you were right behind her all this time.

So when she rounded the corner and walled that part of she barely heard the sound of your surprised grunt before the walls came up to the ceiling.

You weren't really hurt by the wall, just a bit dizzy, what really hurt you was enemy Phoenix and his fireballs. He cought you by surprise and managed to land a hit on you before you took him down.

By the time Sage brought down a part of her wall to get to you, you were already lying down and supporting yourself to the wall clearly not strong enough to stand.

Sage was too panicked to think of anything as she threw her gun to the side and fell to her knees beside you. Her eyes were burning with tears and her lips were shaking. She knows your injuries aren't grave. She can revive people for god's sake, this is nothing for her.

So why does it hurt so much? Why does she feel like her soul is being ripped out as she watches the burns on your skin heal.

You know how kind hearted your girlfriend is. And even though she knows you're a strong woman who's more than capable of predicting herself, she can't help but be protective of you.

After she's done healing you she keeps her gaze to the ground and her hands tightly griping the fabric on her thighs.

You can't handle seeing your girlfriend like this so you bring your hands around her in a bone crushing hug. Sage is surprised at first and who can hear a faint gasp before she returns the embrace.

As she burries her head on your shoulder you feel tears wet your shirt but you keep quiet. You'll always be here to hold her through moments like this and remind her that she can accept help as well as give it.

• Viper •

Viper is one of the highest ranking people on the protocol and prides herself in being hard working and cold hearted.

She doesn't pay mind to the nasty glares she receives by some agents. Most days she spents in her lab creating new toxins and poisons.

She never would've thought these chemicals she loved so much would end up hurting possibly the only person she truly cares about.

This mission was no different from the others. Omega earth was trying to reck havoc again and the protocol was ready to stop them. Viper was leading this mission.

With both her and Sage on the team you felt safe and perhaps that's why you got so reckless.

You know you're bound to hear a lecture from your girlfriend about being careful on the battlefield but the rush of the fight had gotten to you.

You rushed right into enemy territory and upon locking eyes with omega earth's Reyna you suddenly felt all that rush sleeping away. You were strong but you couldn't take on the empress.

Panic set in as you fleed as fast and as far as possible, only stopping when you could feel your lungs burning from exertion. Or so you thought.

When you opened your eyes all you could see was green. Admist your panic you ran straight into Viper's pit. Great.

You could barely see the crates in front of you as you stumbled and wobbled across the battlefield. You wanted to shout for Sabine but you knew that opening your mouth to speak would only allow more of the deadly gas into your system. You could only hope you wouldn't run into more enemies.

Thankfully before you blacked out completely Sage was able to find you and grace you with her healing powers.

Soon Sova and Yoru were heard in the comms signaling the spike disarmed and the mission successful. In a few minutes everyone was aboard the Vulture and ready to fly home.

You noticed that Viper hadn't talked to you at all during the flight and you found it weird. Viper isn't the most chaty person but usually she checks up on you after missions.

You soon find her sitting alone, her leg bouncing up and down rapidly. When she notices you she looks up and-

Is that guilt in her eyes?

She closes her eyes not bearing to look at you.

Sage had told her about what happened. She had hurt you.

You know that words were useless so instead you hoped that your presence would be enough to calm her down and reassure her.

• Fade •

The Turkish nightmare of a woman was not particularly well liked when she first joined the VP.

You were one of the only agents who were not set on avoiding her. She appreciated the fact that you showed her empathy and decency despite what she's done.

Fade had already hurt you by releasing that dossier but after your relationship started she swore that was the one and only time she would hurt you.

Apparently that was a promise she couldn't keep.

Many times things don't go according to plan during missions. When that happens everything is frantic.

There are shots fired from everywhere, bullets raining on the battlefield, along with bombs and turrets. You can see Jett's wind dome and Skye's bird. They're setting up an ambush.

You are so overwhelmed you don't even have the right mind to call for your teammates but you're sure they wouldn't have answered anyway.

You don't know if they have planted the spike already. Maybe they dropped it or maybe they still have it on them. You can't act properly if you don't know the situation.

Before you could even think about anything else you saw a shadow monster charging towards you and then everything went quiet.

All you could see was black before you opened your eyes to face your darkest fear.

With everything happening all at once it was pretty hard for Fade to see where she was aiming. When she felt that the prowler had locked it's target she walked closer only to see her own nightmare come alive.

The black tendrils coming out of your mouth made her gasp.

She hit you. She had never ment to hit you.

She quickly went over to you but hesitated as she watched you struggle against the nightmare she unleashed upon you.

There were tears in your eyes as well as Fade's. Breach was shouting something in her ear but all she could think about was you.

"Y/N is down. I... She needs healing... Uh."

Fade felt like she couldn't breathe, but she would stay strong. Because she needs to see you open your eyes. She needs to know that you're okay.

A few moments later you open your eyes gasping for air. Skye is beside you in an instant, offering her help. Your eyes are moving around desperate to find your lover. You know how Fade is. You're certain the thoughts in her head aren't pretty right now.

You soon find her sitting down against the wall with her knees hugged to her chest and her eyes shut tight. It pains you to see her like this.

You thank Skye as you move to get up. Fade already knows you're awake. She heard your gasps. She's not sure if her presence is wanted right now. She feels like such a hypocrite. After promising that she'd never do something to hurt you again, there she goes. Ruining everything again.

She prepares herself for whatever is to come when she feels you sitting down beside her. She is very surprised when she feels your hand gently stroking her cheek. Mismatched eyes open to look at your own. She finds you smiling.

"You didn't mean it Hazal. I know it. Plus I'm fine! Yeah it did shake me up a little but so do horror movies, so there's no need to feel guilty. I love you, I always will, don't you forget that. "

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[herroyalhighnessqueenmomo]

Faded Memories (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) |Part 10|

A/N: Sorry this ended up being a teensy bit later than I anticipated but I got a cold at the end of my vacation so I was recovering a bit while also going back to work. In other news I tried to make this part extra long. Hope y’all enjoy! 

That morning around 10 you woke up to see Eddie frantically getting dressed. You squinted. "Jesus what time is it?" You croaked out while yawning. "Its gonna be 10 o' clock. I'm running late for work." He said in a panicked voice. "What?!" You sat up quickly. The bed sheets that were covering you fell onto your lap. Eddie avoided looking at your chest.

You didn't notice and got out of the bed. He was now more obvious about his attempt to not look at you. "Are you avoiding looking at me?" You asked him feeling a little confused and a little self conscious. "Yes I'm sorry. It has nothing to do with you. You look so beautiful like this, but I'm already running late and if I look at you right now I will want to take you again and I will never leave this apartment today." He stammered making you blush. You went to grab your bathrobe and wrapped it around your body. "Better?" You asked him. He looked over and nodded. He went and put on his boots.

"Let me make you something to eat." You stated whilst walking out your shared bedroom. "As much as I'd love that, I seriously don't have the time." He stated as he was still in the room buttoning up his jumpsuit. "I'll just get a bagel with cream cheese prepared for you. I'm sure you can eat that on the way at least." You made quick work of opening the pack of bagels on the kitchen counter. "Will it even be worth it? I don't even have the time to get it toasted." He was now in the bathroom brushing his teeth.

You shrugged and opened a drawer to pull out Eddie's lighter he would keep in there. You ignited it and held the bagel slices near the flame figuring this would work faster than his toaster. While you continued to do that you used your foot to open the fridge. You then put your head in and grabbed the tin of cream cheese with your mouth and shut the door with your foot. You could see Eddie pop his head out the bathroom. His toothbrush was in his mouth.

His eyebrow was raised in absolute confusion as he saw you with a lighter and the bagel slice with a random cream cheese tub in your mouth. You walked over to the counter to release the tub. "Its called multi tasking Eds." Was all you said to him. Both sides of the bagel had gotten a bit of color to them. When you were satisfied with it you put the lighter down and grabbed a butter knife to spread the cream cheese on the slices.

After finishing up with the bagels you realized that Eddie needed something to drink so you opened the fridge to see if you could find anything to give him. You spotted a bottle of Yoohoo and grabbed it. You shut the fridge and set the bottle on the counter next to the bagel. Eddie rushed over to you and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "You're the best baby." You smiled. "So I'm told." You saw him sandwich the two slices together and take a quick bite. "Hey that's not how you eat a bagel with cream cheese you heathen!"

He just gave you a cheeky smile as he continued to chew. He grabbed the drink and gave you another kiss. This time he had cream cheese on his lips. He swiftly grabbed his keys and made an exit from the apartment. Once the door closed you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

You now had the chance to sit and process the events of last night. You honestly still couldn't believe it. Eddie and you finally had sex together for the first time. You realized that this was huge and you had to tell someone or you would die. Just dead on, body explosion. You quickly took a shower and continued to replay events from last night. The jealousy coming from Eddie, the way he professed how much he actually loved you, and finally the way he made love to you.

You shook off the thoughts and went to get dressed. You put on a pair of acid wash jeans, an oversized muscle shirt that was Eddie’s (it was relatively big on Eddie but on you, you could see your bare sides and some of your bra) and your old beat up All Stars that you threw on the floor last night. You looked in the mirror and turned to look at your bare sides. You shrugged and thought nothing of it. You’ve seen some other women in Hawkins wearing a lot less so it can’t be that bad.

You exited the bedroom and grabbed your keys as you left the apartment. You went downstairs and to your car. You drove to Nancy’s office to go talk to her about what happened last night. When you drove up to the building you noticed it was closed. You groaned and pulled back out of the parking lot and decided to drive to Family Video to try your luck. When you pulled up you stepped out and went inside. Luckily for you Nancy, Steve and Robin were all in one place.

You took in a deep breath feeling a little nervous since you haven’t spoken to Robin and Steve since your memories returned. You wondered if Nancy told them anything. You never told her anything about saying the truth to them. You honestly weren’t even sure if you wanted them to know. 

After hearing the door open they all turned to look at you. “Y/N! Good to see you!” Steve exclaimed seeming happy to see you. You smiled and walked over. “Yeah it feels like forever since the last time you’ve come visit us.” Robin stated. “Actually I’m surprised you knew where to come find us.” She added. You let out a cough of surprise. Nancy kind of looked at you wide eyed as she wondered how you would get your way out of this one. 

“Oh, Eddie told me where you guys worked.  I already knew where the store was.” You thought on the spot. “Really? I thought this store didn’t open until like 198-” Robin had started to say. “So Y/N how was your first day at the new job last night?” Nancy asked cutting her off in order to change the subject. You internally thanked Nance for having you back. “It was okay. Actually...no it wasn’t. The guys that have come in were total creeps.” You explained deciding to be at least truthful about this. “A lot of them kept hitting on me. Even made some inappropriate comments.” 

They all seemed surprised and disgusted. “You’re not going back there are you?” Steve asked. You shrugged. “I kind of have to. This was the only job opening I could find that wasn’t retail based. I really didn’t wanna work retail.” You explained. They all nodded remembering how much you hated working at the department store right before your move. Steve scrunched his eyebrows in thought. “Wait why didn’t you want to work retail? Do you remember what it was like when you had before?” He asked you out of curiosity. Your mouth opened but no words would come out. 

Nancy then let out a slight nervous laugh. “I mean would anyone really want to work retail? You two are kind of working retail now, you can’t tell me that you enjoy it.” She said defending you. Both Steve and Robin kind of nodded in agreement realizing that she wasn’t wrong. “Did Eddie get to visit you? I think you mentioned to me that he was supposed to.” Nancy brought up. You gave her a nod. “Uh yeah, he did. He also got to lay witness of some guy grabbing my ass.” 

“Wait what? Some guy grabbed your ass? Is he still alive?” Steve asked and seemed pretty concerned. “Uh, yeah last time I checked he was.” You replied. “Did Eddie not say or do anything when he saw that guy grabbed you?” Robin was now asking. “Oh he did. In fact he practically threatened to kick the guy’s ass but I tried to talk him down because that asshole was with a group of friends and I was afraid they’d hurt Eddie.” You told them. "He got kind of upset with the whole situation though and left. I did finish the shift though without any other problems."

The trio just stared at you with zero clue on what to say. You kind of rocked back and forth on your feet with your hands in your pockets. "Um...so by the time I got home from work Eddie apologized to me. We had a talk and then we had sex. So how have you guys been?" You quickly glossed over the mentioning of your physical intimacy with Eddie and tried to move to the next subject.

They all looked taken aback. The three of them knew damn well that, that was the first time that you and Eddie got hot and heavy. Steve and Robin both tried to not make it seem like a big deal since they still thought your memories were gone. If you were in fact married to Eddie in the past this would've been just another night of doing the devil's tango with your husband. Nancy on the other hand was inwardly freaking out for you.

"You guys actually did it?" Steve asked breaking the silence. You gave a nod. "Well no wonder you look like you're glowing. I think they call that an after sex glow." Robin stated. You snorted out a laugh. "Who has ever said that?" You asked. "I don't know I've read it in a magazine somewhere or something." She responded.

"So how was it?" Nancy asked you. "Should I really be here for this conversation?" Steve asked. Robin then turned to look at him. "Dingus, should I? I'm not sure I wanna hear about straight people having sex." Robin snapped at him. "We can talk about it later Nance." You suggested.

The four of you continued to just chat like you used to. It felt nice to you. At some point you checked the time and it was already going to be 4 p.m. You realized that Eddie would be having lunch soon and he didn't have anything to eat. "Guys I'm going to head out. I have to go home and make Eddie something to eat for lunch." You stated. "You don't even know where he works though, do you?" Steve asked. He seemed almost suspicious of you.

"Nancy showed it to me the other day." You lied. "Right Nance?" She nodded. "It will be nice to see the guys again, right? You haven't seen them in a while." Steve stated. "Yeah I haven't gone to see them since before Eddie was with- motherfucker." You fell for it again. "You got your memories back?!" Steve exclaimed. "Nancy did you know about this?" Robin asked. "I asked her not to say anything." You responded. "Why would you hide that from us?" Steve asked.

You let out a sigh. "I don't know. I just didn't want to say anything to Eddie yet and I figured the less people who knew, the easier it would be. I'm sorry for hiding from you guys." You explained. "Why don't you want Eddie to find out?" Robin asked. You shrugged. "I'm still not mentally prepared for the talk we will have to have afterwards. I know we will have a huge fight and I don't want things to get ruined between us. I'm finally happy."

"Do you really think he would stop loving you over something so simple?" Robin asked. You snorted and tried not to laugh so hard. "Trust me this is anything but simple Rob. We both have lied to each other. He told me he was my husband and I'm letting him believe I still have amnesia." You responded now pinching the bridge of your nose. "Our relationship is a sham. Built on lies." Steve shook his head. "No. Its not a sham. You actually love each other. There's no way to lie about that." He stated. "And what if its not enough?" You asked letting your doubts affect you.

Deep down you knew that nothing you could say or do would get Eddie to stop loving you. He proved that last night by the way he held and worshipped your body. You hated all the doubts that kept creeping up on you. It was something you had a hard time controlling.

"It will be enough. And in a crazy impossible chance where it isn't, I will quite literally stop believing in love." Steve proclaimed. You crossed your arms. "Why would you stop believing in love?" You asked. You honestly thought he was being dramatic and were confused.

"Because, you two have loved each other for years, whether you were willing to admit it or not. That kind of love is unconditional. So in the impossible case where that love isn't enough, I will give up. Love wouldn't be worth it, not if it can be broken apart like that." Steve finished explaining. Robin patted his back. "You know, you're a real hopeless romantic." She stated. He only rolled his eyes.

You nodded. "Look you're right. Which honestly I hate having to admit. I just have a lot of self doubts. I'll think about telling Eddie, but right now I really have to go." You replied and said your goodbyes.

You made your way to the apartment and quickly went in to make Eddie some lunch. You made him a simple ham and cheese sandwich then added all of the condiments he loved. You grabbed some chips in one of the cupboards then grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge. You placed all of it in a paper bag to make it easier to carry. You then left the apartment and ran back downstairs.

You drove to the Garage that Eddie worked out. It hasn't changed since you last saw it. It has been over a year since you last visited and you were kind of nervous to see the guys again. A part of you was a little excited too because you did miss them. They all were sweet and very caring of you. You grabbed Eddie's food from your passenger seat and got out of the car.

You took a deep breath as you walked into the shop. The first person you noticed was Mack and as soon as his eyes landed on you he beamed up immediately. "Y/N! How are you doing sweetie? It's been so long." He quickly wiped his hands on a rag beside him before he went to approach you. "Oh, you probably don't remember me. I'm Mack. I was your favorite." He stated the last part in a hushed voice. "In your dreams Mack. Now let the girl breathe or else she won't come back here to see the likes of you." It was Charlie who you saw approaching now.

You missed them both. They both looked like they have aged a bit more in the past year. Mack managed to grow out a beard while Charlie just had his usual shadow. "So what brings you here girlie?" He asked you. You held up the paper bag. "Just bringing Eddie his lunch." This made Charlie smile. "You haven't changed a bit, Y/N. Just like old times." He stated. "Hey Munson!" Charlie turned his head to call out behind him. "What is it?!" You heard Eddie call back out. "Your beautiful wife is here!" Mack exclaimed.

You heard the sound of a tool drop and the sound of running. "Y/N is here?" You saw another man approaching. You recognized him immediately. It was Dave. "Hey I called Munson. Not you." Charlie stated. "I'm not missing an opportunity to say hi to Y/N. How you doing hon?" He asked you with a smile on his face. "I'm okay. Thank you for asking. How are you?" He looked like he was over the moon that you cared to see how he was. "My day just got a whole lot better since you're here to visit." He responded.

"Alright, alright. You guys are crowding my wife. Settle down." You smiled as you saw Eddie walk up. "Hey its not our fault that we miss the little lady. You've been keeping her away from us." Mack stated. Eddie walked up to you and gave you a kiss. "Hey princess." He greeted you. "Alright Munson. You can go on your lunch break now since your wife is here with your food." Charlie stated. Eddie nodded and led you to his van where he opened the back door for the both of you to sit on the van floor.

You handed him the paper bag. He pulled out the sandwich and examined it. "You got all my favorites in here." He stated. Your heart dropped. "Oh I do? Huh, I just kind of threw it all together without even thinking about it." You lied. Eddie shrugged and took a bite from the sandwich. He then began to munch away at the chips. He looked like he had been starving as if he hadn't eaten in days. "Whoa, slow down there Eds. You're gonna choke." You joked. He grabbed the bottle of beer and used the edge of the van floor and his hand to open the cap. He took a swig of it. "Have I ever told you that you're the best?" He asked.

You smiled. "Only constantly." You replied. "So how has your day been so far?" You asked him. He simply shrugged as he finished his sandwich. "Same shit, different day." He said with his mouth full. You let out a laugh. "Eddie don't talk with your mouth full." He swallowed. "Sorry mom. I won't do it again." You rolled your eyes. "Ha ha very funny." You said sarcastically.

Eddie turned to look at you and then his eyes landed on your chest. "Hey buddy. My eyes are up here." You pointed to your eyes. "Sorry. I just...is that my shirt?" He asked. You looked down at the muscle shirt you were wearing. "Maybe." He took a sip of his beer. "It looks good on you."

You blushed. "Thanks." He leaned over and kissed your temple making you smile. "So what have you been up to today?" He asked as he munched on his chips. You shrugged. "Just went to Family Video to visit Nance, Steve, and Robin. Got to talk them a bit." Not to mention Robin and Steve now know your memory has returned but you couldn't tell him that. "Oh yeah? How was it?" He asked. "It was nice talking to them. Steve doesn't seem to think I should go back to the bar to work." You stated. "Good because you shouldn't." He replied.

You groaned and threw yourself back so you'd be laying on the floor of the van. "Come on don't give me that. You know I'm right." Eddie stated as he turned to look at you. You groaned again in annoyance. "Well grrrr to you too." He said.

You sat back up. "Okay how about this. I'll quit working at the bar." He fist pumped the air. "Yes." "If and only if, you can find me a better job that I would like." You finished. Now he groaned. "Babe are you serious?"

You nodded. "Yes, I'm not quitting unless I have another job. I don't mind working at the bar, at least I get good tips. You're the one who doesn't want me to work there." You explained.

"How about you quit now and we'll go job hunting tomorrow." He bargained. You shook your head.

"Nope. Nuh uh. Nice try but I'm only quitting when you can secure me a job." Eddie sighed. "Okay. Fine. I guess I gotta work quickly." He stated as he took a sip of his beer. "Only if you're that serious about me quitting."

"Oh I am dead serious about you quitting. I'm coming into the bar again tonight after my shift is over. I swear if I see some other guy hitting on you or has his hands on you, I'm kicking their ass and dragging you home with me." Eddie said in a very matter of fact tone. You let out a laugh. "Sure." "You think I won't?" He asked. "I never said that."

He turned his head to look at you. "You didn't have to. I could just tell. But I would do it." He said. "Okay." He let out a mock gasp. "You really don't believe me."

You rolled your eyes. "Why does it matter if I do or don't?" He clapped his hand. "Aha so you admit you don't believe me." He pointed at you. "I admit to nothing. It was just a question."

He seemed to deflate a bit. "I'm just really worried about you. I mean after everything that's been going on lately...and now you're just throwing yourself into work so soon?" Eddie finally let his guard down. It wasn't something that happened a lot. In fact, he only ever let his guard down with you. Well, you and maybe Dustin.

You took his hand and gave him a gentle reassuring smile. "You don't have to worry about me. I know that you will no matter what, but I'm okay. I promise." You stated.

He sighed and nodded. You held his face with your hand and gave him a kiss. You then separated from his lips and rested your forehead against his. "I love you. With all of my heart." He said. "I love you too. More than you know." You replied.

But Eddie knew. He knew you loved him so much it hurt. He knew that if he was with someone else you wouldn't be able to stand to see the sight of it. You were willing to leave him and sacrifice your happiness for his because you thought it would've been the best for him.

You hadn't realized that you were the best for him. He knew that without you in his life, nothing would be the same. Not the big things like birthdays or even new milestones with his band. Not the little things like getting a new riff down finally or getting the latest album of a band at the record store. None of it would be the same because he wouldn't have you by his side to celebrate. It would never have been worth it.

It was scary, terrifying even. Wanting to live and breathe for someone else. To be the best possible version of yourself because of someone you love. You made him want to be a better man, for you. He realized that if you wanted to you could rip out his heart and shatter it into a million pieces and he would still love you. His love really was unconditional in every sense of the way just as Steve had told you.

"I think I do know because that's how I feel about you too. You don't know what you've done to me." He says simply. It almost sounds like an accusation. Like a 'You and your beautiful soul, you made me love you and now I can't live the same life without you, how dare you.' sort of way. If it was an accusation, it was definitely one you could live with. "What have I done to you?" You asked innocently.

"You made me a slave for your love and I enjoy every moment of it. I wouldn't want it any other way. I would do anything for you." It felt like your heart just skipped a beat.

"God if you didn't have to get back to work in about five minutes I would seriously jump your bones right now." You muttered out without a second thought. Eddie let out a hearty laugh. "I hadn't realized my words had that affect on you." He stated.

The two of you chatted a little more and joked around comfortably with each other like the way you used to when you were just friends. In truth, being in a relationship with Eddie didn't mean you lost him as your best friend. Instead you just gained a life partner, and lover. He was always your soulmate and now you're closer than ever. Deep down you knew you'd be even closer if you just told him the truth.

It made you think about what Steve had said to you earlier. That no matter what you could do Eddie would still love you. Your love for one another was unconditional.

"Eddie I have to tell you something. I actually ha-"

"Munson! Come back over! Break time's over!" You heard Charlie yell out from inside the garage who interrupted your confession. Eddie finished his beer then got up from his seated position. "Well, guess that's my cue." You nodded and gave him a small smile as he helped you up.

"I really appreciated that you went out of your way to bring me lunch. Kinda feels a little like old times." He said to you as he held your hands still. You smiled and gave him a kiss. You knew exactly what he meant. Those were the good times you had in your friendship.

Before anything actually got complicated with the addition of Kendra to separate the two of you. This was something you used to always do. Bring him some kind of lunch and hung out with him during his break. You would talk about any and everything under the sun. Always about music, movies, and of course new D&D campaign ideas. It was nice and the two of you enjoyed it.

"Well I'm glad you I was able to come and give you lunch." You replied. The two of you walked towards the garage hand in hand. "Well look at the two of you. Such a beautiful couple." Mack stated. "Always said they would be. Damn shame it took him so long to realize she was perfect for him." Charlie replied. "Guys I'm right here." Eddie cut in. "We know." Charlie said.

"You guys make it sound like you've never seen us together." You stated. You thought maybe if you had a hard time telling him the truth he could say it instead. "Uh...its only because you haven't visited in a while. Thats all." Eddie stammered nervously. "Guess I should change that." You said. "Oh please do, we all have missed you." Mack replied. You gave him a sweet genuine smile. It was the kind of smile he was used to before. The one that warmed his heart.

You cared for all of the guys. It was like they were extended family. Almost like your uncles and you treated them as such. "Will do Mack." You checked the time. It was around 5:30 p.m. "I should get going. My shift at the Hideout starts at 6." You stated. "Whoa little lady. You work at the bar?" Mack asked you. You gave a nod. The guys all looked at Eddie. "And you're letting her work there?" Charlie asked.

Eddie put his hands up in surrender. "Hey, don't look at me. I tried to talk her out of it, she wouldn't listen to me." You rolled your eyes. "A job is a job. I don't see what the big deal is." You stated. "The deal is that there are going to be a lot of drunken assholes who can hurt you." Dave said. "Last night I caught this guy grabbing her ass." Eddie added. "You kicked his ass right?" Charlie asked.

"I was going to but Y/N wouldn't let me." He replied. "Because I am not some damsel in distress that needs you to save me. Besides he wasn't alone. You would have had your ass handed to you." You said in defense. Eddie shook his head. "Give me more credit. I could have taken all of them." He said. You rolled your eyes again. "I don't have time for this. I need to head to work."

"You're going dressed like that?" Charlie asked. He sounded like an over protective father. "Yes like this. What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" You were confused. It wasn't like you were showing any cleavage or wearing a mini skirt. "Anyone can see your bra from the side." Eddie said almost in a whispered tone. You face palmed. "Oh no. God forbid my bra is visible. Now everywhere I go guys are gonna cream there pants." You said as your voice dripped with sarcasm. "Get real."

"No you get real. Guys are into crazy shit." Eddie shot back. "I'll just tell them I'm married. Oh wait, it won't matter because you have never given me a ring so they never believe me." You jabbed. Eddie let out a small gasp. "I-I have been working on it. "Really? You're finally married to the girl and you haven't given her a ring yet?" Charlie asked shaking his head in disappointment. "I've seriously gotta go. I'll see you at home Eddie." You said as you walked towards your car.

You understood where they were coming from but you were just generally irritated by the whole damn thing. You hated that Eddie felt like he needed to protect you for whatever reason. You actually were more irritated at the mere thought that even Charlie saw you as a delicate damsel that couldn't handle working at a bar. Hell apparently all the guys did.

You didn't want to be viewed as fragile. Not by anyone. Especially not by Eddie. You always thought highly of him. Always thought he could do any and everything. That he was strong mentally and physically. You inwardly groaned. You knew that the real problem was that you still felt like you had to prove yourself to him.

Those days were over. Eddie thought the world of you. He said so himself. But you couldn't shake that feeling. You spent years pining after the damn enimiga that was Eddie Munson. Years of silent torment. Of wanting him to see you as that only girl in the world. Now you had him in your grasp. He loved you, but somehow you felt like you were just still waiting for it to shatter.

You were waiting for it to all disappear as if it was all just a beautiful dream. To put it simply. It felt too good to be true. Sometimes you even sit and wonder if it really was and that you were in fact still in that hospital room in a coma.

You finally arrived at the bar which prompted you to get out of your head. You did not even remember driving and now you were already at your job. You got out of your car and headed inside the Hideout.

You walked towards the back and clocked in with your time card. "Hey kid. I'm Marve. Nice to meet you." Your new coworker greeted you. You have a polite smile. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you too." Marve then became very serious. "Now Bernie filled me in on what happened last night."

You gave him a nod. "Yeah I'm sorry if my husband upset the customers yesterday and I walked out, I-"

"Are you kidding? Don't apologize at all for that. Those guys were assholes. Bernie banned them from the bar. I was just gonna say that if you experience anything like that again just please let one of us know and we will handle it." Marve explained which shouldn't have surprised you but it did.

"Are you sure? I don't want us to lose customers be-" He shook his head. "No don't even worry about it. You are here to provide a service, do not fool yourself into thinking you are supposed to just take getting touched inappropriately on the job." You smiled genuinely now. "Wow, thank you so much. I really appreciate it and I'm sure my husband will too."

You were sure that it wouldn't matter since Eddie was going to still probably want you to quit but hopefully this would get him to relax just a little. Marve clapped once which snapped you out of your thoughts. "So today I'm going to teach you how to use a bar spoon and how to make a few different cocktails."

You raised an eyebrow. "How to use a bar spoon? Its just a spoon. Its pretty self explanatory, isn't it?" You asked. He simply laughed. "Of course, you dear child might think that, that might be the case but it isn't true. It is relatively easy to get a hang of but its important you don't mess it up." "But...its a spoon."

Marve shook his head. "Okay. It is just a spoon but lets just pretend I taught you something absolutely revolutionary." You nodded as you laughed. "Sure okay I can do that." "Okay great. The most important thing about using the bar spoon is how straight you are holding it or the specific angle. I can guarantee it to you your presentation will be off if you can't perfect the spoon usage." He explained. "Does anyone at the bar even care about the presentation?"

Marve stood there in silence as he thought about your question. "Do you always like to burst people's bubbles?" You let out a laugh. "I'm sorry. I really wasn't trying to."

He went ahead and continued his explanation of the bar spoon and its uses. That conversation only lasted all of two minutes. He then taught you a few new cocktails to make. Your shift was going by slowly but as it got later more people showed up and time began to fly. Thankfully no one was hitting on you or making you feel uncomfortable.

“Hiya princess, did you miss me?” You turned around and smiled as soon as you saw Eddie. “I don’t want to give you a bigger ego than you already have, but yeah, I might’ve.” He gave you one of his signature smirks. “I believe you still owe me a drink from yesterday.” He stated and you gave him a nod. “What can I get you?” You asked. “Just a beer.” He said. You frowned. “Waaas that the wrong answer or...”He was confused by your facial expression.

“Well don’t you want to see me make one of the drinks I learned how to make today?” You asked him. “Not really, no.” You mock gasped at his response. “What? How rude. I learned how to use a bar spoon and everything.” You responded. He raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it just a spoon? How hard can it be to use it?” He asked. You scoffed and crossed your arms. “Well for your information Munson, the bar spoon is very technical. You have to hold it straight when you pour or you could ruin the presentation.” You explained using Marve’s own words.

“Presentation for what?” You face palmed. “The drink Eds, if you move the spoon or angle it wrong it messes up the drink’s presentation.” Eddie squinted his eyes as he tried to understand. “Since when did the people who come in here care about presentation?” You pinched the bridge of your nose and just walked away to pour your fake spouse a beer. 

“Hey toots can you get me a drink?” You heard the loud voice of a man shout. You were almost done pouring Eddie his beer. “Sure, I’ll be right with you.” You stated not turning away from your task. The guy groaned. “Come on lady. I ain’t got all day.” He complained. Your eyes flickered between that asshole and Eddie. You knew he was going to say something. 

“Hey man she said she’d be right with you. Give her a break.” Eddie said as he decided to speak up. You were quickly trying to serve your husband hoping the guy wouldn’t pay him any mind. You did a speed walk towards him with his full glass of beer. “You got something to say to me punk? Huh? What’s it to ya? You tryna get in that bitches pants? Is that it?” The guy sat up straight now looking very confrontational. Eddie now stood up from his seat. “Hey show her some fucking respect. That’s my god damned wife you’re talking about!” 

“Eddie, please.” You said quietly trying to get him to calm down. “Oh so she’s your little wife? How come she doesn’t have ring? Or did she not want to wear it cos she’s ashamed to be married to you?” The guy asked now chuckling to himself. “The fuck did you just say to me prick?” Eddie asked now speeding over to get face to face with this guy on the other side of the bar. The guy now stood up and was eye level to him. 

“You heard me jackass. Your wife is probably ashamed to be with your little punk ass. Needs to be with a real man. Not some long haired bit-”The guy cut off by Eddie sucker punching him in the face. The sudden act of violence made you jump. “Eddie!” You ran out from behind the bar and towards the two men who were now fighting.

Marve who was tending to people out on the floor at the tables, ran over as well to try to stop the fighting. “Y/N, what the hell happened?” Marve asked as he tried to pull the guy away from Eddie. “I don’t even know, it all happened so fast!” You exclaimed as you tried to pull Eddie back as well. “Eddie you need to calm down!” He wasn’t listening to you. He was too focused on beating the shit out of this guy. “Eddie please!” Nothing. He wasn’t responsive. He was still thrashing around trying to throw punches at the guy. 

“Eddie I remember everything!” You shouted out loud causing him to stop his actions.

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[aaabsinthe]

Valorant Female Agents Masterlist

Forgive me for the read on line, queen of over organizing :P

Key

Angst: -

Fluff: =

Smut (18+): *

Astra

Fade

Jett

Killjoy

Neon

Raze

Reyna

Sage

Skye

Viper

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you show your husband some affection, thinking you two were alone - only to be interrupted by your son.

tags. dad!toji fushiguro x wife!female reader. fluff, suggestive. mentions of toji developing / having a dad bod. & reader having a mom bod. reader gets called ‘princess, mama (by gumi)’. baby gumi waking up bcs of a nightmare. excuse me - not beta read bcs i was half asleep when writing this rt_t

“tooooji,” you smile as you enter the kitchen. you’ve put megumi to bed - finally - and have the chance to spend some one-on-one time with your dear husband. both of you deserve the rest after a hard day of work.

toji has been putting the dishes back in their designated spots whilst you were away. the dark-haired man turns his head to the side once he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist. a small grin tugs at his lips, “missed me, princess?”

you roll your eyes. even if years have passed since your marriage, toji has not stopped using that specific nickname for you. he loves calling you ‘princess’, because that’s what you’ll always be to him. in his eyes, at least.

“mhm,” you decide to indulge him. you bury your face into his broad back, feeling the muscles he’s worked so hard on obtaining. after megumi was born, toji did let himself go for a bit, but that is a good sign.

it means he’s content with his life - this peaceful life that he’s settled down for with no regrets. no more being reckless, no more battling for money; he’s now got a family to come back home to after all.

“is the little brat asleep?” toji asks while putting the last dish away. he’s visibly enjoying your warm hands that have slid under his shirt. your skin is so soft to the touch compared to his.

you chuckle and nod to his question. “gumi’s sleeping like a baby,” you rub your husband’s stomach gently, feeling the little bumps of his fading abs. you’re loving his new body - just as much as toji loves yours.

toji turns around to face you, desperately needing to return the favor. he can’t get enough of being with you. his rough hands grab your waist and bring you closer against his body, until your chests are nearly touching. he lowers his head to your neck, “that means i can show my wife how much i love her, yeah?”

you shiver at how toji’s voice turns from soft and gentle to sexual and husky. big hands find their place on your tummy, massaging the loose skin with its stretch marks. you can hear your husband’s breath hitch. “fuck,” toji swallows his spit, his fingers moving to grasp your hips.

toji loves how your hips got wider after you’ve given birth to your child. every change in your body, whether big or small, is completely welcomed by him. your body has blessed toji with a son he loves and he’ll forever be grateful for that fact. the least he can do is take his time to appreciate you.

“so beautiful,” toji sighs as he leaves soft pecks on your neck and throat. his fingers are working their way down to your thighs and ass—not leaving a single patch of skin untouched. his lips eventually find yours and you melt into his embrace.

it’s getting heated and the tension is palpable. toji’s about to lift you into his arms when you catch a glimpse of a short figure in the doorway. your eyes widen and you immediately detach your lips from your husband’s.

toji quickly catches on and sighs. he cocks his head to the left, the sight of his toddler standing at the doorway coming into view. “damn kid,” he whispers, nearly pouting because of the interruption. you playfully slap his bicep—a warning to fix his potty mouth in front of megumi.

“h-hey, gumi,” you say with an awkward giggle, walking towards the child. you fix your shirt in the meantime, straightening the material. you crouch down to megumi’s level and pat his head tenderly, “what happened? why are you out of bed?”

megumi stares up at you with teary eyes. he’s clenching onto his dog plushie, hugging the stuffed animal to his little body. you can easily guess that he’s scared—probably because of a nightmare. he’s been getting those more frequently.

though, instead of explaining himself, megumi searches for answers to something else. he points at his dad who’s leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. the toddler then looks back at you like he’s made some big discovery;

“mama papa kissing!”

you nearly choke on your spit. megumi’s a clever little boy and it shows through his advanced vocabulary. you’re surprised that he’s learnt what that meant already. you try to deny what your child said, “no, uhm, mama and papa were just hugging!”

toji snorts at your half assed excuse. he lazily walks over to you two, hands in his pockets. he bends forwards and looks megumi in the eyes with a huge smirk on his face. “yeah, we were. ‘n you totally ruined it,” he utters without any shame and menacingly sticks his tongue out at the little boy.

you hiss and lightly shove toji—he cannot take anything seriously. you’re trying your best to distract megumi’s attention from what he’s seen his parents do, to what his reason is for waking up.

“did you have a nightmare again?” you coo and pick your son up. he instantly snuggles up to you and presses his face against your chest in search of comfort. you smile and can conclude that your assumptions are right.

you pet megumi’s head whilst softly humming one of his favorite lullabies. toji watches your interaction with his son and his mood softens once more. he silently hugs you from behind—also wrapping an arm around megumi—turning it into a little family group hug.

“y’re all right, buddy,” toji mutters to megumi and the little boy sniffles in response, “mama ‘n papa ‘re right here.”

after a couple minutes, you carry megumi back to his room before putting him down in his bed. your husband stands next to you as you make sure your kid is tucked in properly.

megumi stares up at you with a sniff and you nearly melt at the adorable sight. you brush his bangs out of his eyes and kiss his forehead, wishing him a good night. the toddler nods and hugs his plushie to his chest again, still a bit shaken up from the nightmare. however, he’s doing a lot better after he got comforted by both his parents.

“sweet dreams, gumi,” you whisper and rub megumi’s cheeks with a fond smile on your lips. toji simply stares at you conversing with megumi—his face showing little to no emotion. though, from within, toji is absolutely in awe at your motherly personality. you’re the perfect mother.

megumi gets drowsy and tosses onto his side so he could be more comfortable. he struggles to open his eyes, but manages to look at toji. the little boy pouts and points another finger at his dad, this time drowsily warning him, “papa no kiss mama, ‘kay?”

that comment catches you off guard. you’re embarrassed by the fact that megumi still remembers what he’s seen in the kitchen. you try to clear your throat and explain yourself, but toji’s one step ahead of you. he silently mimics megumi’s words and rolls his eyes—

“yeah yeah, whatever. i won’t,” toji promises his son. the toddler clearly inherited your husband’s protectiveness. you chuckle at the playfulness between the two, enjoying the jokey banter the father-son duo have each time.

megumi huffs in victory and nods. he can sleep in peace now, knowing his dad won’t try anything funny with you. he closes his weary eyes and is asleep within just a few seconds.

you stretch your arms and sigh in content. you can’t help but chuckle once you notice how megumi’s fallen asleep with a tiny smile on his lips. you give the child one last forehead kiss before leaving the room in silence.

toji follows right behind you. now that his son is sound asleep, he doesn’t have to keep his promise. technically— he wasn’t planning to anyway.

“c’mere,” your husband mumbles and grabs your hand. he pulls you into a tight hug, hands instantly roaming your body which he admires so much. he plants his lips onto yours not a second later.

you smile into the kiss, finding it funny how toji couldn’t keep his (fake) promise for even one second. he would die if he actually couldn’t kiss you, and that isn’t even an exaggeration.

toji pulls back after a moment and smirks at you—those bedroom eyes of his very telling.

“so, where were we?”

[tonycries]

Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You - T.F.

Synopsis. When your date stands you up, you’re lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company! 

Pairing. Bartender! Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, strangers to lovers, unprotected, pússydrunk Toji, cúmplay, oral (female + male receiving), créampie, some heinous things with pantíes, dirty talk, spitting, whískey, neither are drunk, absolutely filthy, pet names (doll), swearing.

Word count. 4.6k

A/N. Was originally gonna be Nanami but Toji mmmm

“So, that date of yours is late, huh?”

You don’t know what shocks you more - the question, or the voice from behind the counter - so very deep, tinged with just a bit of amusement.

Tearing your eyes away from the clock at the other end of the bar, it takes a second - and one look around the almost-empty room - for you to realize that shit the hot bartender was talking to you. Sputtering out a quick, “Oh, yes, um-” quickly reading that faded nametag, “-Toji. He’s a bit late.”

The man in front of you raises a brow, dark green eyes locked on the way you shift in your seat. He seemed a bit older, and - you gulp, eyeing the way his arms flex as he fumbles with the shaker - so undeniably attractive. Plowing on obliviously, “Boyfriend?”  

You sigh, pinching your nose, “No, some guy from a dating app. It’s supposed to be our first date.” 

“First date?” Toji lets out a low whistle. “Way to make an impression, dunno what type of asshat would keep a pretty lil’ thing like you waiting.”

Cheeks flaring, you don’t know what it is about him that makes you want to defend yourself, but it doesn’t matter anyway - because whatever rambled excuse gets stuck in your throat at the sharp scrape of glass against the counter. Large hands gently placing a pretty pink daiquiri in front of you, Toji gives you a reassuring nod. “S’on the house till that dumbass shows up. Until then, you can keep me company, doll.”

Playing with the straw between your fingers, your eyes flit to the clock again - 8:10pm.

Well, there was still time. Right? 

Nonsense, maybe.

Because it’s around 10:21pm when you conclude that no, there really wasn’t still time, and your date seemed well and fully intent on completely embarrassing you. And now, him still nowhere in sight, lips a bit looser, you were having the time of your life complaining all about it to Toji.

“-no, I swear.” you groan over his low chuckle. “He really gave me the ‘sorry, my dog ate my keys’ gem. And you know the best part?” Beckoning him over to whisper conspiratorially in his ear - heart stuttering at the heat of his proximity, “The man doesn’t even own a dog.”

Shaking his head, Toji seemed like he was drinking in your every word. “Classic. If yer gonna be late, at least make it interesting. Like, ‘I accidentally joined the circus on the way here.’”

“Mhm, I’ll have to keep that in mind for my next no-show date.” you grin, suddenly feeling a lot lighter than you were a few hours ago. Nowhere near tipsy, but definitely high off the conversation and the addictive scent of his cologne - the expensive kind that left you wondering whether all of him smelled this delicious. 

“Or better yet, you could spend your time with someone who actually knows how to keep you entertained rather than some scrub.”

Snapping out of your little reverie, lifting your head just fast enough to catch the little smirk tugging Toji’s lips. Managing to grit out, “Smooth, huh?”

“Just sayin’.” he hums, before turning his back to organize the glasses on the shelf. And you can’t help but traitorously admire his broad shoulders, cursing that t-shirt for being so goddamn tight that you could see the way his muscles ripple with each movement. 

“Besides-” Catching the tail-end of Toji’s question, “-neat whiskey for all the failed dates?”

You chuckle, “Ah, I really shouldn’t, the other customers will probably-” your sentence dies in your throat as a quick glance at the empty room showed that everyone else had eventually left - leaving just you. And Toji. Damn. Slow day, huh?

“Well, doll?”

Heaving out a shaky breath, you nod. Eyes zoning in on the way he expertly handles the glasses, so dizzyingly inviting. It makes a sheepish smile play at your lips, letting out a quiet little, “Despite all the shitty dates, I’ve actually never had whiskey neat before.”

Oh? That made him pause. Eyes widening ever-so-slightly as he sets down the glasses and leans in a little closer, breath hot against your face. “Never?”

“Never.”

“Well.” Toji muses. “This overpriced shit can’t be your first intro to neat whiskey. If you’re up for it, I’ve got a special 1926 Macallan stashed away in the back n’ can get it for us?”

Oh. Maybe it was that slow, silent grin that curls his lips, that sinful little scar moving as he does. Or maybe it was the way he places a hand on the counter to stare down so heavily at you. Probably it was just him - because you find yourself batting your lashes so deceivingly innocently, “Or I could just go with you?”

And shit if there was ever a time where Toji was sure he met his match then it might just be right now. Because that sultry lil’ smirk on your lips was killing him, making such a carnal little part of him twitch so dangerously. With a heavy nod, you’re following him through the dimly lit bar.

The back room is more of a VIP room than anything - cozy, lined with shelves of alcohol and leather furniture. Heady with the liquor and something so so Toji. 

You’re halfway through reading the title of a wine you could barely pronounce before he’s letting out a grunt of satisfaction from behind you, “Excuse me, doll.” It’s all that’s said before Toji’s pressing up against you. His muscular arm just inches from your head, reaching for something from the very top shelf. And oh you could feel his abs rubbing up against your back, so warm and- 

And then he’s pulling away. 

It was quite hard to stomp down the disappointed whine that almost leaves your throat, and if you didn’t know any better you’d have said something about the amused little glint in his eyes. Smug bastard knew what he was doing. 

Instead focusing on the way he turns to show off a bottle with a deceivingly innocent reverence. “This is going to be a real treat.”

Well. Two can play that game.

“Is that so?” you tilt your head, reaching out to grab the bottle neck, with not as much care of concern as you should have considering this was a million dollar whiskey. Swiftly unclasping the lid, focused only on the way Toji’s breath hitches as you fist his t-shirt in your other hand to pull him close to you - so close.

Close enough that you could count every shade of green in those half-lidded eyes, long lashes fluttering as your breath fans his face. “Such a shame we didn’t bring our glasses, huh?”

Oh the devilish grin that splits across his face sends such delicious shivers down your spine - Toji gets your drift. Of course, he does. Because he’s squishing your cheeks together in an almost-embarrassing pout, fingers searing on your skin, lips ghosting yours, “Yeah, real shame.” 

Immediately bringing the bottle to his mouth, letting the burning liquid pool on his tongue, he spits into your mouth, once. Twice. 

A steady stream of whiskey, and spit. It tasted just like the acrid alcohol and sin. And Toji. 

And it was so messy, smearing across your lips and trickling down your chin. Tilting your head back, you let it flow down your throat obscenely. Locked in his greedy gaze as you loll your tongue out to show off the way you’d swallowed everything he gave. 

“Maybe I do like neat whiskey.”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him because fuck Toji was intoxicating and just there. That little scar rubbing against your lips as he devours you so sloppily, all hard muscles and heated skin underneath your fingertips. 

“Fuck.” he hisses into your open mouth. Setting down the whiskey God-knows-where near the couch to pick you up like a ragdoll. Drinking in the cute lil’ gasp that leaves you as you wrap your legs around his slutty waist. Groping and kneading every inch of skin he could reach. “How ya likin’ the Macallan, doll?”

“A ‘real treat’.” you mimic his earlier words, voice slightly broken as you feel his rock-hard cock through your wet panties, throbbing angrily against your cunt. Fuck, would you even be able to take him all?

“Oh yeah?”

And before you can react you’re being pushed against the hard wall. Toji’s lips dizzying on yours, fiddling with that godforsaken clasp on the back of your tight dress. 

“Shit.” he groans impatiently, wedging a knee between your legs, grinding against your wet pussy. “Such a delicious meal all f’me but I’ve gotta get through this- fuckin-” rip! “-dress”

Well, you expected your dress to end up on the floor somewhere, just not like this - tattered and hitting the ground of this back room behind the bar, faster than your jaw. And so do Toji’s - pupils blown, eyes hooded as he takes in the heavenly view in front of him. 

Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, licking like he couldn’t stay away. “Shit, doll. You were gonna wear this pretty lil’ number for that loser?” he sounds genuinely confused. Immediately tweaking and rolling your swollen nipples through the sheer fabric. “M’so fucking glad that bastard doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

“T-Toji- ngh-” you mewl, as he lets your bra fall to the ground. Taking in one tit in his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around your areola. “Wan- wan’ more-”

“Now now,” he tuts mockingly, delicate strings of spit connecting him to your breasts. “S’rude to be the only one drinking. Unless…” Toji looks up at you through his thick lashes, “You wan’ me to drink in that pretty lil’ cunt of yours?”

And shit that sounded like everything you ever wanted right now. All you can let out is a delirious little nod before Toji’s dropping to his knees. So hard you wonder if it hurts - and maybe it’s the liquor, probably it’s the way he’s drunk off you - but he doesn’t give a fuck. 

“Yeah, atta girl.”

Pulling down your panties in one, fluid motion, he tugs them underneath your legs, disappearing between his own, fumbling with his waistband. And if you angled your head just right you could see the slightest glimpse of Toji fisting his cock. Soaking your already-wet panties with his precum.

“Aw, look at the way she’s so wet f’me already.” he coos at your dripping cunt. Absolutely obsessed with the way you’re so drenched for him already. Slick beading through the flimsy fabric at each hot breath, oh Toji has half the mind to just take you right here, right now. But no, he wanted- needed a taste. Doesn’t think he could live without it. “Wonder if she tastes just as sweet as she looks.”

Whatever retort on the tip of your tongue is cut off by Toji burying himself face-first in your pussy. Licking a long, languid stripe up your swollen folds, pooling your slick on his tongue. 

But it wasn’t enough - it might never be. Because one taste of your pretty cunt and Toji is hooked. 

With a low groan, he’s spitting a steady stream of spit onto your quivering pussy. Spreading it with his thumb before he’s diving back in nose-deep. Snaking a hand down to draw frenzied little circles on your swollen clit, letting your juices glisten all down his wrist.

“Taste s’fuckin’ good. Fucking sweet.” So hot and maybe you should’ve gotten an inkling with how sloppy he was with the whiskey - but Toji was so fucking filthy. Your slick glossing his face so prettily, smearing right up to his nose and dribbling down his chin. Lewd little squelches deafening in your ears. 

“Ngh- Sh-shut up-”

“Shut up? Can’t shut up, doll, m’drunk on this sweet cunt more than I am on whiskey.” he mutters into your folds. “My favorite taste. Got me addicted, huh?”

He huffs out a dark laugh into your pussy, taking in that cute lil’ embarrassed expression on your face. Throwing one of your legs over his sculpted shoulder, Toji bullies his soft tongue into your snug cunt, past that delicious little ring of resistance. 

Making out with your pussy deeper. And his tongue was so long - perfectly hitting your sweet spots, licking all over your plushy walls. Thrusting in time with his thumb drawing on your clit, in and out in and out in and-

“Fuck, I could get used to this. Have you for breakfast, lunch, n’ dinner.”

His words were so dirty, but Toji looked so pretty stuffing his face in your cunt. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, dark strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. Tilting his head just so that your sweet sweet juices slide down his throat. 

It’s what has you tugging in his hair to angle him just right, using him like your favorite toy. Such cute lil’ whines of his name leaving you each time his tongue grazes that one spot that has you keening and bucking into his mouth for more more more-

“Fuck fuck fuck jus’ like that- Ah!” you let out such pretty whines, words slurring together. Delirious little ones that go straight to Toji’s achingly hard cock, angry and twitching in his fist. So needy and glistening with precum in the dim lighting.

Shit, Toji thinks he could cum at just that, which is why he’s lapping at your cunt even greedier, drinking you in like a madman. Fingers so deftly toying with your pretty clit, making you putty in his hands. He has to make you cum. Now. Or else he’s gonna fuckin’ embarrass himself in front of such a goddess. 

“Oh? So drunk on m’tongue, already, doll?” he chuckles. “Can’t speak?” Vibrations sending white-hot jolts of pleasure up your spine. It has you dragging your cunt so sloppily all over Toji’s face - and he likes it. Loves it even, only speeding up his movements. Even when his jaw is aching, walls sucking him up so desperately that it was almost difficult to eat out your pretty lil’ cunt. Even when your sweet juices are dripping down to the hardwood floor in a sinful little drip! drip! drip! 

“I- ngh- m’gonna-”

“Gonna what? You can handle whiskey, you can handle using your words, doll.”

“Cum!” you yelp, “M’gonna cum Toji- ah- feels t’good.” 

And that’s exactly what he liked to hear because Toji only gets sloppier. Alternating between stretching you out on his tongue, sucking on your clit, licking everywhere. Over and over-

“Then cum f’me, doll.”

And you are - fast and hard. So hard that you don’t even realize when you’re rocking your hips all over Toji’s face. Cunt fluttering around his tongue as if you were trying to suck him up - and he lets you. 

“Fuck. Sweeter than I imagined.” he’s slurring into your cunt. “Jus’ like that- yeah, ride out that pretty lil’ cunt on m’face.” Words muffled as he tonguefucks you through your high, stars behind your lids every time he flicks at your pussy. 

Distantly, you hear such embarrassing little whimpers of his name in time with the sinfully wet groans from below - ones you realize are yours only when you’re blinking back your vision. Heart thundering, pathetically trying to catch your breath.

The first thing you hear is Toji’s little chuckle, followed closely by a lewd pop! that has you whirling to look at him down below.

“Wh-wha-” and all you can let out is a strangled little oh! at the sight before you - Toji licking his fingers clean, sucking all your sweet juices like he couldn’t get enough. Even when he’s flashing you a devilish grin around his fingers, rising from his position on the ground to cage you against the wall.

“Told ya m’addicted, doll.”

Your back hits the soft leather before you even realize what’s happening. Bouncing at the sheer force of the throw, you gasp in both shock and at the audacity of this man.

“Toji…” you warn as he looms over you on the couch, yet it comes out more breathless than you intended. But looking at him there - straddling your hips, pants pulled just below his heavy balls, tugging and teasing his rock-hard cock like he was trying to fuck something delicious out of it - how could you be blamed, really?

He was so big. Pulsing wildly in his fist and just soaked in precum - all the way from his pretty pink tip to the tufts of black at his base. Not quite wild, not quite tamed. You cunt clenches in- anticipation? Fear of not being able to walk for the next week?

And in the haze of your orgasm it takes you a second to register the flimsy panties wrapped around his hand. Rubbing against those prominent veins on the side as Toji fucks his fist. So wet and ruined that you almost didn’t recognize it. 

“Jus’ think of it as repayment.” he grins, following your line of sight. 

You scoff, eyes still traitorously stuck on his throbbing cock. So massive and mouth-watering that it makes you wish he used you instead of those panties. “Those were expensive y’know.”

“I’ll buy you new ones. Four. In the color of my eyes.”

“How about…” you flash him a sultry smirk, urging his hips to shift higher. And by the amused quirk of his brow, you knew Toji liked where this was going.  “I can repay you another way.”

And before you knew it, his pants are thrown to God-knows-where, and you had two, muscled thighs straddling your face. Toji slaps his swollen cock on your face once. Twice. “Think that loser was this big?” Thumbing your mouth open as he grazes his weeping tip across your lips, glossing them so prettily. Precum salty on your tongue, all filthy and dripping down to your chin. 

“Open wide- Fuck. Tha’s it-” he hisses, brows furrowing as he stuffs his fat head into your hot mouth. Eyes rolling to the back of his head at the way your lips bulge around him, flicking at the sensitive tip. And it was so delicious, Toji couldn’t decide whether he liked eating you out or this more. 

“Shit, doll.” he grunts, hips fucking into your plushy tongue in shallow, quick little thrusts. “Taking me so well, huh?”

You didn’t know if you were - lips stretching obscenely around his thick cock, tears clinging to your lashes. Choking and gagging around his length in a way that made Toji twitch inside you. Shit, he liked this - liked seeing you like this. And as soon as the realization hits you, you’re moaning around his cock, making Toji’s hips stutter above you. 

Toji has to fight off that part of himself that just wants to paint your mouth a sinful white. Fuck his cum into your till it’s all you can taste - all you can feel. 

“Shit. You little minx. Ah- s’heavenly around me ngh-” pressing your head down till all the way till your nose is flush against his pelvis, balls twitching against your chin. Finally bottoming out and fucking your mouth in harsh, long strokes. “Fuck- Wonder if that pretty lil’ cunt of yours is gonna take me t-this well, huh?”

Oh does he love your smart mouth - but he loves it even more when all he gets in response is wet gurgle around his cock. Looking up at him so tearily and shit he could get used to this sight. “M’gonna take that as a yes.”

And then he’s speeding up, balls squeezing so painfully. God it’s so fucking hard to look at you too - precum and spit bubbling sloppily at the corners of your mouth, makeup so messy and fucking gorgeous to him. 

“Can feel m’self riiight-” Reaching out a hand to wrap around your throat, feeling his dick bulging in and out in and- “here.”

Moving faster so he can ruin your pretty face. It’s so sloppy the way your spit glistens down his length, using your swollen mouth as he pleases. And you’re so eager to make him lose his mind too that it has been fucking into you like a toy.

“Ya like this? Like me using your pretty lil’ mouth like oh- it’s a fucktoy? Oh fuck, doll.” he groans, running his mouth like he’s drunk off yours wrapped around him. “Gonna paint that pretty mouth of yours white if y’don’t stop now.” 

And shit if he knew those words would have you eagerly bobbing your head to meet his hips a little slut then he’d have said them a lot sooner. Trying to get just a taste of him. Mascara runny now, swirling your tongue around his leaking tip every time he hits the back of your throat, so hard that it’s probably sore and bruised. Toji almost feels bad. 

…

Nahhh

Pulling your mouth off him, muttering low and dangerous. “Told ya to stop now, didn’t I?”

And oh he hates to cut off that cute lil’ whine spilling from your kiss-bitten lips, but shit Toji’s losing his patience and his sanity with each passing second that he isn’t stuffing his cock in your pretty cunt. 

Toji backs up, swiping a thumb under your lip, sucking off the remnants of his precum before capturing your lips in a searing, searing kiss. Tasting you and himself and you- 

“Liked the Macallan, huh?” Reaching blindly for the bottle of whiskey, taking a deep swing. Spitting it back into your mouth because shit you looked so pretty swallowing it all up. Rutting his hips into yours, sliding his throbbing erection in between your swollen folds. Collecting your sweet juices on his head, drinking in your adorable gasps.

“T-Toji.” you whimper, hips bucking up wildly. “Just fuck me already, goddamnit.”

And then he is - pressing his fat tip into your sloppy hole. Inch by fucking inch. Not even thinking of easing into it because fuck he needs it. He needs it-

“-s’bad. Ah-” Toji drawls against your lips. “Wan’ed this ever since y’walked in through that damn door.” A mess of spit and alcohol and precum - it made you feel so dirty, dirtier than the pressure between your legs as he bullies his heavy cock into your snug pussy. And all you can do is fucking take it because Toji was so unrelenting.

Thrusting in shallow, mindless little thrusts to just fit himself inside you - and you already feel like you’re being stretched to your limits. Whimpering out a tearily little, “Are you at least ngh- halfway in yet? Oh-”

If Toji was any lesser man he’d just have split you apart on his cock right now, but no. Instead settling for a smug little, “Nope”, popping the p.

But that doesn’t stop him from wrapping two arms around your waist, sitting up on the couch with you splayed out so prettily on his cock. Pulling you, squeezing his dick into your soft cunt, sliding down, down, down.

“Ah! Ah- shit shit shit s’too deep, ngh-”

“No such thing as ‘too deep’, doll.” he clenches his jaw. Hands pushing your thighs apart even further as you’re split apart on his cock. “You jus’ hafta sit there all pretty n’ take- it-” Each word is punctuated by a harsh thrust. 

And Toji’s manhandling you around while bouncing you on his dick. Drawing unhurried little circles on your clit while trying to find that one spot he knows you’d love more than any whiskey or drink. Looping a strong arm to arch you into his body and-

“Fuck!” you keen, hips grinding sloppily to milk his cock as much as you could. Walls clenching so sinfully and shit-

“Found it.”

And then it was like something snapped - because all of a sudden Toji’s no more playful teasing and letting you have your little fun. No, he’s fucking you like a man possessed - thrusting his cock up into you. All the way from his weeping tip, till his balls smack your ass. So hard he’s sure they leave such a shameful mark for tomorrow. Hitting that spot over and over-

“Aren’t ya glad you chose to ah- s-stay with me?” he hisses, throwing his head back. One hand rocking your hips deeper the other becoming faster and faster on your poor, ravaged clit. Driving you crazy. “Fuck that date ditcher, y’look all pretty like this for me.”

“Yes yes yes- s’glad.” you manage to sob out. Voice shaky and hitching at the way he was bouncing you on his cock with reckless abandon. The lewd squelches and skin-on-skin filling the heady room, making your head spin so much that you barely hear Toji’s words. 

“I’d make a much better date. Hngh-” he lets out a guttural groan as your nails rake his back. Fingers on your clit becoming more and more frantic. “Would buy ya flowers n’ a-all that shit. Show up on time, all dressed up.” Drinking in your lewd little ah! ah! ah! every time he milks himself on your sloppy pussy. But oh maybe Toji was a talker when he was drunk because he wasn’t done yet. 

“Make all those other scrubs fuck- jealous. And then-” Hips stuttering and so so sloppy. “Hah- at night- m’gonna fuck you dumb just like this.” he gasps, sounding like he was at the end of his sanity. Losing it bit by bit every time his veins rub so deliciously against all the right spots that make you see stars. 

Losing his sanity especially when you whine out such a cute lil’ noise of agreement. “Fuck m’close. Wanted this too, huh? I saw the way you’d been eyeing me all night.”

You can’t even be embarrassed about being caught red-handed, only looking up at his pretty face with delirious heart-eyes. Too cockdrunk and delirious at this point. And, well, maybe it’s the alcohol in your veins because you’re grabbing at the shiny bottle on the seat, bringing it to your lips. The bitter taste barely hitting your lips before you’re meeting his. Making out as sloppily as he was ravaging you below - all teeth and whiskey and pure filth. 

And that answers his question. 

Messy and desperate. 

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same - clamping down so sinfully on his aching cock. And shit it’s so heavenly that it sends him over the edge as well. 

Toji cums, and keeps cumming so hard that he can see the way his seed was gushing out of your poor, overfilled pussy. Especially not when his thrusts get sloppy, thick cum spilling all over your pretty cunt. Purposely not pulling out like the mean bastard he is to paint your walls a sinful white

Over and over, forming a wet little patch on the couch that he knows he’ll have to worry about later. But right now he doesn’t give a fuck because your bloated and so prettily all covered in his seed. 

Leisurely, he pools the cum trickling out of your cunt on his fingertips, not even wasting a second before stuffing them in your mouth, pushing through your swollen lips. And you don’t complain - not at all. In fact, you’re sucking it all up eagerly. Looking Toji straight in the eyes while you swallow it all. 

“Hmm, not as good as the whiskey.” you tease. Letting yourself be yanked into his body, as he grins against your lips.

“For that, m’keeping the panties.” 

--- 

“Toji…” a low voice rings through the closed bar. Shiu sounding like he’s absolutely at his wit’s end as he continues, “Where the fuck is our 1926 Macallan?”

The man in question was staring suspiciously giddily at his phone - either having not heard what Shiu said, or he just couldn’t give a fuck anyway. And knowing Toji, it was probably the latter. 

A warning. “Toji I’m serious, that shit costs over a million dollars.”

“Yeah yeah, congratulations or my condolences but hey, do you know any great flower shops?”

A/N. I don’t even like whiskey so much, it’s just the thought of bartender! Toji that has me feral.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[arcielee]

ilībio

Summary: Aemond finds comfort in your cunt. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x female!reader Word Count: 2.6+ Warnings: reader AFAB, dubcon elements?, oral (m receiving), vaginal fingering, rough sex as a coping mechanism, p in v unprotected, a hint of possessive Aemond as a treat Author’s Note: Thank you my beloved beta reader @sylasthegrim 💜 This story was partly inspired by the brilliance of @peachysunrize (my muse 💜) and @adragonprinceswhore and their wonderful pieces they shared on this hellsite, but it was also inspired by this bitch ass anon. This man is beautiful and I would do anything to be a hole at his disposal. Enjoy! Valyrian translations: ilībio is whore, Iksā ñuhon is you are mine 😈

The instructions from the madame were clear: you were not to speak to the prince and you most certainly were not to look him in the eye. 

It was hard to follow her explicit instructions, as he was as beautiful as he was captivating. You recalled the night when you first saw Prince Aemond. He was poised at the entrance, pulling back his hood to reveal the silver spill of his hair that showed gold in the amber light basking the brothel, his brow furrowed as he looked over the room before taking a step. He was tall and lithe with a grace that cut through the crowd, not sparing a glance at the patrons or whores that parted to allow him through. 

You remembered hearing the stories of the old gods of Old Valyria and thought that he was truly the embodiment from those legends, that he glowed from the ichor knitted into his veins. 

He paused to look at you, and you felt your heart begin to gnaw at your ribs, your pulse erratic as you burned under his one-eyed scrutiny. Your head was in a fog, unable to understand his question. “Your grace,” you chose to say with a curtsy that was clumsy and unpractised. 

He did not care for the attempt or for your formality, but instead repeated his question. “Where is she?” 

You escorted him to Sylvi as requested, and the madame was quick to capitalize on her honored guest, excusing you at once. You continued to watch him from the shadows, entranced, lost in the daydream of being whisked away with the favoritism of a Targaryen prince. 

When he finally left, she caught your gaze that followed him. Her law was laid, he was hers alone, and your envy was hot and thick in your blood, but you were nothing but another whore to serve, awaiting at her beck and call. 

It was her constant threat of being cast out to Flea Bottom that kept you obedient. She wished you to be a decorative piece, dressed in sheer gowns chosen to complement your figure, and tasked to carry a carafe that would keep the cups filled. You did what you were told; you moved throughout, your fingers curled around the neck and the other hand supporting the bottom, careful not to spill a drop. 

Your second run in with Prince Aemond was nearly your undoing. 

You did not even see him, as your trained demure gaze left you counting your footsteps, and despite how lean the prince looked, he felt solid enough when you stumbled into him. Your hands cramped to hold the bottle upright, your senses flooded with the scent of the leather he had been wearing earlier, mixed with the sheen of perspiration and the bathing oils you surely would never afford.

You were rooted to the cobblestone with the realization that he was bare. 

He seemed to tower over you, and the dragonfire that burned bright showed in the lavender of his eye, glittering in the sapphire of the other. You were mortified and he frowned in return, his silver brow furrowed as he looked you over.

You stared back at him, your embarrassment fading, and perhaps it was your unabashed awe that caught his attention–but whatever it was, he would not tell you.

Prince Aemond reached out to grip your jaw, dimpling into your cheeks. You could feel the warmth from his fingertip trickle down your spine and pool into your core; your thighs clenched for relief, your heart screaming to be consumed.

He tilted his head, his eye boring through as if he could see what you desired, though it was painted plainly on your face. He smirked. “One whore is as good as another,” he spoke out loud, and you felt your heart expanding, pumping your blood and encouraging your steps to follow after him. 

The prince glided to a stop in front of an enclave that was draped in silk and lace. The whore and her patrons inside recognized him at once, scattering like rats into the shadows and leaving you alone with the dragon prince. 

Your hands were still shaking as you set the carafe on top of a table, wiping your palms on your skirts. You turned to face the prince and saw his posture was proud, his muscles tensing as his hands balled into fists at his sides; his eye was ever-watchful of you. 

Your lips parted with a soft exhale to soothe your nerves, to settle the pounding in your chest. You took a slow step towards him, your fingers wishing to reach and touch the marble he had been crafted from, but instead you untied the dress that was wrapped around your waist. The fabric pooled at your feet and you were just as bare, your blood seering to the surface when you saw his cock twitch, a lust that began to cloud his eye. 

It was exhilarating to entice a god. 

Your eyes widened with your own admiration as you took him in, a trepidation that fluttered throughout when he did not reach for you right away. Another exhale and you moved closer to kneel before him, your head tilting up to look at him. 

His jaw ticked, a curiosity flickering, waiting for your next move. 

You swallowed your hesitation and your eyes washed over him with reverence, falling to the lines that cut into his slim hips and trailing in-between. Your touch was gentle to wrap your fingers around his hardening cock, moving it aside to press a wet kiss on the curve of the base. You rested back on your heels and looked up again, licking your lips. 

The prince had you rooted with his heady gaze, a rose dusting to his features. His hand touched the top of your head, returning your attention back to how hot and heavy he now was against the palm of your hand. 

It thrilled you. Your tongue flattened to follow along the side, tracing every ridge and vein of his impressive length. The tip was flushed and you pressed another kiss, licking away the briny taste from your lips before wrapping them around to savor the dragon thrumming in your hand. 

He gave a low groan, tensing with how your mouth moved to engulf him. His hand curled into the back of your scalp with a hold that made your skin prickle; your hand grabbed his hip to anchor your endeavor, moving up and down until he was slick from your spit, your desperation to try and swallow every inch of him. 

You gagged, pulling back to lick your other hand and wrap it around what could not fit, matching your pace. He now held onto you with both of his hands, his fingers knotting into your hair with a hold that brought tears to your eyes, but you would not stop–the taste of royalty igniting in your blood vessels. You were spurred on with the sounds that spilled from his lips, and he bucked into your mouth, bruising your throat. 

Only then did you let go, gasping for air. “Forgive me–”

He did not let you finish. He reached to wrap his hand around your upper arm and he pulled you to stand. “Get on the bed.” His voice was low and lethal, velvet that wrapped around to control you. 

You scrambled on top with a visceral shiver from that anticipation already curling at the base of your spine. You looked up at Prince Aemond and it beckoned him closer with a heavy sway between his slender thighs. “My prince, you will not fit,” you realized, “I must–I need to prepare myself…” 

He loomed over you, balancing one arm on the edge of the mattress while the other reached to stop your hand. “Allow me,” he murmured, bringing his first two fingers to his tongue before dipping to slip them between your silken folds. 

It mixed with your arousal, jolting through you as his fingers curled into you. The stretch burned for a moment, but his touch was tactful, pressing upwards until colors began to dance in front of your eyes, soft sighs spilling.

You whined when his hand pulled away, wiping your slick onto his cock. He pushed forward until you melted back onto the bed. Your legs spread to invite him to the cradle of your hips, and he paused to look at you, a softer expression worn as his eye dropped to your lips. 

Your pulse quickened with your hope for a kiss. 

But instead, his hand dipped to guide his length. You felt a shiver of delight from the glide of his swollen cockhead up and down your slit, gathering the wetness that pooled. You ached for more, willing, wanting, canting your hips to angle yourself in a way for him to sink into you.

The prince took his time and you back arched, gooseflesh rippling over from the intimate pressure, from his intoxicating scent and the softness of his hair tickling your skin, from the heat that seemed to permeate from him. He pushed into you further and it was a fullness you had never experienced before; your walls clenched with the slow rut of his hips, deeper and deeper, until he fully sheathed himself within your warm cunt. 

The prince melted into you, molding to your body. His head tucked into the curve of your neck, his teeth nipping at your pulse to muffle his low groan that rumbled through you.

Your lips pressed to his collarbone, a muted mewl in response. Your vision spun and your legs lifted to wrap around his slender waist, pulling him closer. Your hands followed up the definition of his arms to his shoulders, nails biting to hold onto him; you licked his skin. 

He pushed back with a shudder, eye blown and red blotches staining his alabaster skin. A slow roll of his hips went even deeper and you moaned at the sensation. This pleased the prince, and his lips touched the soft spot under your ear, your nipples pebbling when you felt his smile, his rasped command on your skin: “Let them hear you.” 

The madame taught all the girls how to feign pleasure. There was an art of kohl and hooded eyes, of girlish whimpers and whines to encourage patrons to completion. 

But it was unneeded with how the prince was splitting you in half with his cock.

His palms pressed to hold you against the slow snap of his hips, fucking you into the bed until you were teetering on the precipice of both pleasure and pain. Tears pearled at the corners of your eyes and spilled with his brutal pace. He does not see them, his sharp chin tucked to his chest, mesmerized by the white ring forming around the base of his cock that glides in-and-out of you.

It sparked a kaleidoscope of colors with each thrust and you clenched again. “Gods,” he hissed, “you were made for me.” 

His praise was muted, your mind so lost in the haze of passion building, in the wet suction of your cunt desperate to pull him back into you. Your slick spilled in-between your thighs, your fingers fluttering to his hips to pull him even closer– 

But Prince Aemond pulled away. 

You could not stop your whine, pressing to your elbows to watch him. He cupped your chin, not  rough like before, but enough to tilt your head back and truly look at you. The severity of his features softened, the natural curl to his pink lips ticking upwards and hinting at a smile. “I want you to turn around and get on all fours.”

Your stomach dropped at the thought of him claiming his pleasure in a more… unnatural means, remembering the horror stories that the girls shared. You burned as you moved, just as he wished–for how could you deny a prince? You faced away, your arse up. 

His palms were warm when they touched your hips, sliding back to spread your cheeks to see how you glistened for him. There was another noise of content as he shifted behind you, another trill of pleasure up your spine when you felt his cock pressing into your cunt again. 

This new angle was tight, and your hands knotted into the linen of the bed to brace yourself. The prince does not force himself on you, but takes his time to fit; he leaned over you, his lips touching the curve of your spine and his large hand reaching around to palm your breast, pinching your nipple between his finger and thumb.

You crumbled, another muffled cry into the bed, your nerves aflame. His hand followed to the nape of your neck, a firm hold to pull you back up. “Let them hear you,” his repeated rasp was hot against your skin. 

His hands bruised into your hips, sinking into you until the tops of his thighs were flushed against your arse. You were shaking, your back arching to feel him pressing even further than before. He hummed and slammed into you with a pace that builds.

It returned you to that pleasure you tasted earlier when his fingers curled within you, something anew. It was a warm sensation that prickled over your skin, igniting with his thrusts. Your hips rocked back to meet with his unrelenting rhythm as he crashed against you, again and again, until you shattered, splintering off and lifting above, a thousand butterfly wings fluttering throughout you. 

Your cries pulled him after, your cunt grasping for his release. It was quieter for him; the prince hunched over you, his damp brow pressing to your spine with another guttural groan as he pulsed hot and deep into you. 

You fell into the mattress, breathless and drunk from the pleasure pulled. Your mind was tittering how you should fetch a cloth to clean the prince, to pour a fresh goblet to wet his throat, but your body refused. 

At best, you muscled enough strength to turn your neck and look at his sharp angles as he laid on his side, taking in the vision he commanded: the rose tones that touched him intimately, the freckles sprinkled on his shoulders, the lavender color that returned to his one eye. 

Princely, you thought. “Beautiful,” you murmured.

His jaw ticked and for a moment, you swore he flushed from what you said. He touched a finger to your hip, following your curves and coming up to press into your chin to hold your attention–as if you would dare to look away. 

“I will be back for you tomorrow,” he decided.

Your practiced stoicism masked your elation. “She will not like that, my prince,” you reminded him, thinking of the venom that poured when Sylvi glared at you. She made sure to mention him like a trophy she possessed, her face perpetually smug with her every mention of him. 

A smirk played on his lips. He pulled you into his chest and you felt his spend spilling in-between your thighs. You did not care but melted into his warmth, your arm wrapping around his waist, pressing your face to his chest and feeling the low hum of his heart. 

“She will be of no concern,” he spoke like a man who acted without any fear of consequences, but you supposed that this was the tone of all royalty. He pressed a kiss to your hairline and it jolted through your chest. “Iksā ñuhon.”

You curled against him, too dazed to comprehend the weight of his words that rolled from his lips–the tongue of Old Valyria. They meant nothing to you as you laid in the arms of a god.

hotd masterlist || arcie's navi

[mirangel]

baizhu nsfw drabble 1

cw: aphrodisiacs, fingering, orgasm denial, dumbification, usage of darling (1)

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

baizhu recently came up with a new medicine of sorts for days where he’s actually feeling stronger for once. it’s an aphrodisiac made from glaze lilies, crushed and mixed into a salve, crystalline looking save for the light blue tint. but there’s a bit of a trick, as his beloved partner, you’d need to test it out for him. he can’t have his creations be finalized without doing a test run first, right?

so here he is, fingering your hole with a hefty amount of the salve on his fingers. he chuckles when he sees you writhe under his firm hold, “darling, you need to hold still, how else am i going to finish this experiment if i don’t have you coated throughly?” but he takes his sweet, delicate time with the application, pressing your almost sensitive, deepest spots inside you with precision, leaving you needy and desperate for him. “ah ah, you better not be cumming now…” he chides, nibbling at your earlobe, whispering in your words sweet praises, but ignoring your pleas for him to fuck you properly, slowing down when he feels you clenching around him, threatening to trigger your orgasm.

“i see this is working as intended, i can’t wait for the days i’m in better shape. i’ll be sure to fuck you until you can’t think anymore.” oh, but in the current state you’re in, you’re clouded by your own lust, your arms clutching at his own arm, but all he does is give you that small smile of his. god, what an unbearable man.

oughhh baizhu is so fine and attractive and oh my god i desire him carnally oughhhhhhahaaaa

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

reunion

Pairing: Art Donaldson x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only. minors, please get off my lawn.

Notes: Not beta-read because when is it ever.

Length: 4.5K

Warnings: Slow burn; unrequited love; angst; yearning; divorced Art Donaldson; oral sex (female receiving); vaginal sex; safe sex

Summary: It wasn't that Art Donaldson was the one that got away. It was more like Art Donaldson was the one that never really knew you existed.

"Did you hear Art Donaldson is supposed to be here?"

The question is whispered behind you and makes your hand freeze in its signing. You're half-bent over the table at reception, fingers tight around a pen as your mind is jogged.

No way was he turning up, that's what Anne had said.

Tashi will be there, she's the head of the goddamn reunion committee, the ink is still wet on their divorce—that's what Anne had said. Hell, she'd sworn it.

So what the hell is he doing here?

The sound of your name jogs your attention and you manage to finish signing in. You straighten, taking up your name tag and haphazardly slapping the adhesive onto your top. You need a drink, and quickly. You're halfway to the bar before you feel someone wind their arm through yours.

"Okay, I know you didn't wanna come—"

"Anne."

"And I so appreciate you being here so that I didn't have to come alone—"

"Anne—"

"But I got some news and it's going to be a little shocking so I think you should hear it from me—"

"I know he's here."

"What?" Anne freezes, her arm dropping from yours. You turn to see her looking stricken, her cheeks pinking with panic and embarrassment. You sigh softly, glancing around your fellow alumni. Less than half of them look familiar; your eyes catch on the odd face before you realize that you're inadvertently looking for him.

"Look, there are, like...Five hundred people here, alright?" You add. "I probably won't even see him."

"We can go."

"Look, we made the trip, we're here, we may as well stay. It's fine, okay? We're all adults here! It doesn't matter!" Your insistence is chased by a slightly hysterical laugh. "It was, like, a hundred years ago."

"...You're sure?"

"I am positive."

Positive that you need a drink, and positive that you're going to regret agreeing to stay.

--

It wasn't that Art Donaldson was the one that got away. It was more like Art Donaldson was the one that never really knew you existed.

You were friends, sure. You palled around, had a few classes together, hung out at a few parties—but he was so in love with Tashi Duncan that you'd never made his romantic radar. You'd forced yourself to believe that that was for the best, that you didn't need his love or romantic validation to be happy. But you couldn't pretend that wanting him didn't sting.

He'd had a couple of girlfriends while you were at Stanford, but you could always feel, always see that they were never really his priority. It was Tashi, then tennis, then them.

The two of you had kept touch a little after college, but you'd pushed yourself to move on. Conversation had begun to fade, and when he hadn't tried to keep it up, you had resolved to let him go.

You'd avoided his name in the news as much as you can, but it had been hard. He was on billboards, packaging, tv—it was like you couldn't escape him.

Want melted to sadness; sadness shifted to annoyance; annoyance hardened into disdain. You couldn't see his likeness or hear his name without rolling your eyes. It wasn't his fault, of course, but the prospect of running into Art fuckin' Donaldson made you queasy.

Still, you put on a brave face for Anne, forcing your focus into conversation.

It's a struggle to keep your gaze from seeking him out. You take each sip with a little white lie, convincing yourself that you're looking to make sure you can avoid contact. You spot Tashi a couple of times, but you don't go out of your way to say hello. She's surrounded by a cloud of people—taking pictures, signing programs and name tags and old Duncanator shirts.

When Anne insists on going to say hello, you force a small smile.

"You, um—you go ahead," You nod, taking a couple of steps back. "I'm gonna get some air."

Anne's dark eyes flit over you questioningly before she blessedly lets it go, nodding and going on her way. You turn, swiping a fresh drink off of a passing waiter's tray as you leave.

It takes a few moments for the buzz of conversation to clear from your head. You take a gulp of the prosecco, wrinkling your nose. It's a little sweeter than you usually like, and doesn't mingle well with the three other drinks that you've downed. Tashi's not going to find your lack of presence or greeting conspicuous; you'd been cordial and on speaking terms in college, but the two of you had never been close.

Damn, but it's chillier outside than you thought it would be. The reception had been so warm, so crammed with people. Paired your head being near-permanently on a swivel, you hadn't realize how hot and tense you'd been.

You frown at the waft of cigarette smoke that catches your nose. Who the hell is still smoking in this day and age—

"Are you hiding, too?"

Maybe you can feign that you didn't hear him—that the sound of his voice didn't jog a hundred memories and trigger a flurry of butterflies. But before you can stop yourself, you turn, the words, "I thought you quit smoking," tumbling out of your mouth.

Art's smile widens as he draw the cigarette back from his lips, a stream of smoke pushed out of the side of his mouth.

"I did. Quit quitting, though." He takes one more puff before he flicks it away, drifting closer. "Hi."

Hi, like it's not the first time you've seen him in the better part of a decade. Hi, like neither of you are oceans from where you where when you last saw one another.

"Hi," You manage. He doesn't hesitate to draw you into his arms; he seems to almost do it without thinking. You only allow yourself a moment of resistance before you raise and curl your arms around him. The clean scent of his pressed jacket and woodsy cologne are muddled with smoke. The fingers of one if your hands curls covetously in the fabric of his jacket as his palms smooth gently over your back. You hear him draw in a deep breath, feel him hold it, and then release it with a soft hum.

"How the hell are you?"

Probably better than you are these days.

You shrug a little, mumbling, "Fine."

He draws away, eyes skating across your face.

"You don't sound so sure about that."

"I'm sure."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

You can feel him winding up for another pass at it, but you hold your glass out before he can. His fingers brush against yours as he drains it.

"Why are you hiding?" You ask. He shrugs, nods toward the door.

"It's a lot in there. I forgot what these events are like."

"People wanna congratulate you. They're proud."

"Are you?"

"I am, but I'll hold off. Don't wanna crowd you."

Your attention is drawn from Art's smile as you hear someone clearing their throat over the speaker system inside:

"If we could have the reunion chairpersons to the stage, please!"

You glance toward Art and find him fidgeting, his thumb smoothing across his bare ring finger.

"…Do you wanna go back in?" You offer. He considers before he says, "Wait here."

You watch curiously as he darts inside, and are stunned when he reappears a moment later. You just barely catch a glimpse of the bottle of champagne clenched in his fist before he rests his other hand on your lower back, steering you away with an urgent murmur of, "C'mon."

--

"I'm surprised you came," You tell him. Art doesn't look at you for a moment, and you take the chance to lean back against the hard plastic seat. He's as beautiful as he was the last time the two of you were together, the night before graduation—practically in the same seats. You don't know if he was thinking about that when he'd led the way into the stands, chosen where to sit. Maybe it was pure muscle-memory.

Either way, you don't know how long the two of you have been sitting out there, knees bumping, passing the bottle back and forth. You take in his profile—the slope of his nose and cut of his jaw; the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows.

"My therapist said it would be good," He finally admits. "Told me I needed to get out more, start getting back into events, work at the foundation...What about you, huh?" He turns, brows raising. "You always told me that you hated this stuff."

You're surprised he remembers.

"I do hate this stuff, but," You shrug. "Anne didn't want to come alone."

"You're a good friend. I never forgot that." He sits up and passes the bottle back to you. "What happened to us, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why did we stop talking?"

I couldn't keep begging for scraps of attention.

"I don't know," You deflect. "Guess we just lost touch. It happens."

"I shouldn't have let it happen to us."

You look down at the bottle, sweeping your finger across a slipping drop of condensation.

"You were busy."

"You weren't?"

"Not in the same way," You laugh self-consciously.

"What were you busy with then, huh?" He shifts, thigh pressing against yours. "You used to always say you'd uh—burn out by twenty-six."

"Yeah."

"Did you?"

"Oh, it didn't take nearly that long."

"What!" He laughs. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know what to tell you, man. A girl can only take a soul-sucking marketing job for so long."

"So what do you do now?"

"Still in marketing, but I'm a manager, so. Still soul-sucking, but making a little more money."

"You like it?"

"God no, but I don't know what else I would do." You pass the bottle back.

"Could find something for you at the foundation."

You wrinkle your nose, shaking your head as Art sputters a laugh, asks, "What?"

"Don't do that, Art."

"Don't do what?"

"I don't need, you know—"

"We could use you—"

"You don't even know what I do at work."

"I bet it's great—"

"You don't even know if I'm a good worker—"

"Sure I do, I know you."

"No, you don't!"

You know it's a mistake the second it leaves your mouth. Art's smile wavers as he leans away again.

"I just mean—" You try.

"I know what you mean. It's been a long time."

"...Yeah, it has." You take the bottle back, drawing deeply from it before passing it back. "I should get going. I'm sure Anne's looking for me."

"Sure."

You don't say goodbye or tell him that it was nice to see him. You just make as hasty a retreat as you can without tripping over your feet.

--

@ a_donaldsonofficial requested to follow you. 3h

You're not sure what surprises you more—the follow request or the message in your DMs: Dinner?

--

His groan is sinful and low, and makes you rethink ever losing contact with the guy. Under the warm glow of the diner's lights, his eyes slip shut, fingers tightening around the bun.

"...When's the last time you had a burger?" You finally manage to ask.

"I can't remember." He admits it through the mouthful, and you don't begrudge him the couple of flecks of food that land on the table. You smile, plucking up a couple of fries.

"Art?"

"Mm."

"Why'd you ask me to dinner?"

Art sets the burger down as he swallows, taking off his napkin to clean off his hands.

"I was thinking...About what you said at the reunion."

"Mhm."

"About me not knowing you. You're right. But you know what?" He presses on before you can process your surprise. "I don't think you know me, either."

You think for a moment, brows furrowing. He's right. You know the image of Art Donaldson that's been projected to you over the years—on tv screens, in magazines, in online clips.

"...I don't think I do," You agree.

"Figured we should fix that. Catch up, fill each other in on what we've missed."

"Okay."

"So, after college..." He trails off, waving his hand. "Fill me in."

"Moved to New York."

"Uh-huh."

"Working in marketing."

"Burned out before 26—"

"Yeah, hit my capitalistic peak at 23."

"That fast?"

"I mean, that's the last time I remember giving a shit about work, so. Yeah."

"Relationships?"

"...A couple," You admit.

"Serious?"

"Yeah. One."

"Married?"

"No. Engaged." His eyes drop to your bare left hand, and you hurriedly tuck it into your lap. "Formerly engaged."

"What happened?"

"It just didn't feel right. I don't think either of us were ready."

"...Was it anyone I knew? I don't remember you dating much at school."

"Guess I didn't."

"You weren't shy."

"Well no, but—"

"So what was it?"

"I had the worst crush on you, dude!" It's another mistake, but where the last one seemed to make Art retreat, this one leaves his gobsmacked. His eyes widen, mouth opening in a wide smile.

"You what?"

"Oh, kay, you know what—"

"I had no idea!"

"I was very subtle."

Art leans back in the diner booth, watching you openly. You can see the gears turning in his head, and you wonder what he may be remembering, holding up and twisting about in this new light.

"...Huh," He mutters.

"You can feel free to forget that at any time."

"I don't think I will...I wish I'd known."

You consider for a moment before you shrug. "I don't know. I'm kinda glad that you didn't."

"Really?" His brows knit with confusion. "Why?"

"I don't like coming second, Art."

Art nods slowly, and you see something tight pass across his face before it's smoothed away again.

"You know what?" He smiles bitterly. "Neither do I."

You nod toward his plate.

"Your burger's getting cold."

--

"So, uh..." Art clears his throat as the two of you take slow, drifting steps to your car. "I'm gonna say two things, and I don't want you to think that they've got anything to do with what you said earlier."

You know exactly what he means, but you just grumble, "I said a lot of things earlier."

"I think we both know which one I'm talking about."

"Uh-huh. So what's up?"

"...I wanna see you again."

"Okay."

"But things are a little...Messy right now. Tashi and I are working on getting Lily into a regular rhythm and it's harder than we thought it would be."

You lean back against your car, tucking your hands into your pockets.

"Mhm...I hesitate to ask."

"Yeah."

"How does this have to do with what I said earlier?"

"I just don't want you to think that this is—"

"A consolation prize?"

"Something like that."

"Whatever you need to do to get in a good place with Lily is fine, Art, you don't need to justify that to me."

"Even if it means you come second?"

You tip your head to the side, pursing your lips. "It's different when it's your kid. I meant that I didn't want to be second to—You know."

"...Yeah," He mutters, looking at his feet as he takes another foot forward. "And for the record, I was thinking of asking you out again by the time we sat down."

"You could've changed your mind."

"I didn't. And I don't want to."

You smile, nodding. "Well I don't want you to, either." You straighten up as you fish into your bag for your keys. "Call me the next time you're in New York."

"Sure."

You reach out, cupping his cheek and leaning in, pecking his cheek. You pull away, smiling at the flush creeping across his face.

"Goodnight, Art."

"Night."

--

It isn't easy at first. Messages are far and few, mostly how are yous and how was your days. You think that as nice as the little swell of contact has been, that's all it'll be—but the two of you both start to really try. The odd text becomes the weekly phone call. Weekly phone calls become daily FaceTimes. On the nights when he has Lily, they're late, usually when you're getting ready for bed. On the nights when he's on his own, the two of you eat dinner together and chat over your calls. It isn't always perfect, but it's more than you could've anticipated from that dinner a couple of months ago.

--

"She down?"

"Yeah."

"Are you in a hotel again?"

"...Yeah." Art seems to admit it grudgingly, and you smile a little as you take up your toner and a cotton pad.

"There's nothing wrong with leaning into it if it's working," You argue. "And not to be that bitch, but you're not exactly broke."

"Might be if she keeps ordering room service and movies on-demand."

You laugh softly, turning your attention to your reflection as you swipe the toner across your face.

"How's your day been?" Art asks.

"Fine, standard. I had to fill out an assessment ahead of my annual review."

"When's that?"

"End of the week."

"How do you feel about it?"

"Mm," You shrug reaching for a serum. "Fine, I guess. I'm doing okay, my team's hitting their targets."

"You're doing better than okay."

"Art."

"You are."

"Well. Thank you for that." You glance over as he goes quiet, catching a glimpse of him as you smooth the serum into your skin. You raise your brows at the sight of his gentle, warm smile. "What is it?"

"You're beautiful."

Your face goes warm at the compliment, and you bite the inside of your cheek to tamp down your wide, idiotic smile.

"You are tired, huh," You deflect.

"I mean it."

"...I know," You murmur, reaching for your moisturizer. "Tell me what you got up to today."

"I had a meeting at the foundation. We're starting planning for the gala."

"Oh yeah? Have you done them before?"

"We've had three before, but I was usually playing or training, so I haven't been as involved in the planning."

"How's it been?"

"We're still in the preliminary stages, but it's been interesting, you know, seeing how the pieces come together before I usually see them."

You nod, picking the phone up from the mirror holder and heading into your bedroom.

"Where are you gonna have it?"

"We're still scouting locations...As a matter of fact," Art adds, "We're considering a few in New York."

"Oh?"

"I'll be down there for at least a few days, and I wanna see you."

You grin bashfully as you climb into bed, settling against your pillows.

"I wanna see you, too. Are you gonna, um—I mean, is Lily gonna be with you?"

"No, it'll be Tashi's weekend."

"Okay, cool. Just wanna make sure I don't mess up your time."

"I appreciate that." Art's tongue swipes across his lower lip, eyes sweeping across your face. "I gotta say..."

"Mmm?"

"I'm looking forward to seeing your apartment."

"Oh, really?" You chuckle. "Why's that?"

"It'll be interesting, that's all. I mean, you already take me to bed every night."

You laugh, covering your eyes as you groan, "Oh, god, shut up!" as Art chuckles.

"Let me know when you're free," You add. "Your schedule's gonna be weirder than mine."

"Yeah, I will, as soon as I know what it is." You watch as Art lays down, propping his phone up on the nightstand. "...Can you stay on?"

"Yeah," You soothe, setting your phone on the nightstand in suit. "Until we fall asleep."

"Okay," He murmurs. The two of you settle in on your sides, watching one another on the phone.

"Night, Art."

"Sweet dreams."

--

The restaurant is picked. Your nails are done, your hair is done; you get a new dress, new shoes, a new bag. You're going to have an amazing night—a good dinner, a great conversation, and, if you have any luck, an amazing good night kiss.

--

You know the minute you see him that you're not making it to the restaurant. Art's eyes sweep over you in covetous wonder when you open the door. He closes the gap between the two of you, drawing you into his arms, and this time you go without a second thought. He presses his face into your neck, letting out a gentle hum at the scent of your perfume. The tip of his nose trails up over your jaw, his lips brushing the corner of your lips as his forehead rests against yours. He sighs as you draw in a nervous breath, and he sways in, lips pressing to yours.

You raise your hand to cup his neck, shivering as his hands smooth over your hips. He guides you deeper inside, blindly reaching back and shoving the door shut behind you as you fling your purse toward the bench in your entryway. His kisses grow hungrier as he steers you down the hall. You slip your tongue along his, smoothing your hand up to grasp his hair. Your fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt, exposing more of his pale, muscled chest to you. He slides down the zipper on the back of your dress and leans away just long enough to draw the dress up over your head. His eyes sweep across you, taking in your lingerie.

You hook your thumbs under the band of your underwear, giving them a teasing wiggle as you back further away from him. You expect him to follow, but he steers you back against the wall, dropping his head to suck hot kisses along your neck and down to your chest. He yanks one of the cups of your bra down, taking your nipple into his mouth. You bite your lip, tipping your head back against the wall and whining as he slots his knee between your thighs. You roll your hips down against the hard muscle as he laves and teases your nipple, reaching up to thumb and tweak the other.

"Art—Mm, god that feels so good."

He groans against your skin, trailing his kisses further down as he lowers himself to his knees. You look down as he curls his fingers around your panties—and waits. You smile softly, nodding, murmuring, "Please?"

Art grins, pressing a kiss to your hip before he gently eases the fabric down, waiting for you to lift your feet so he can fling them away. He leans in, swiping his tongue across your aching clit. Your knees would knock if he wasn't wedged between them. You draw in a shallow breath, letting your head tip back as he draws your leg over his shoulder. You shiver at the feeling of the chilly air against your heated, slick flesh. He nuzzles and laps against your cunt, taking each tip of your hips in stride. His hand smooths up your trembling inner thigh, giving your ass a gentle squeeze before he teases a finger into you. You whimper at the touch, unable to help the way your pussy clenches around it.

Art groans at the feeling, turning his head to smear his lips slips against your hip.

"Goddamn," He breaths against you.

"More."

You feel more than hear his gentle chuckle as he eases another finger in.

"Need it bad, huh?"

"You have no idea."

"I'm getting a pretty good idea." He turns his head, leveling a sucking kiss to your clit that makes you cry out. You tighten your grip on his hair as he pumps his fingers harder, curling and scissoring them as he pushes you closer to the edge.

"Art—Mm, god, fuck, yes—Yes—" Your toes curl in your shoes as your hips rabbit down against his face and fingers, chasing the swell of your orgasm. You look back down as he draws back and find his lips and chin shining with your juices.

"Bed," He urges.

"You can fuck me right here."

Art laughs, standing and smoothing his hand over your thigh.

"We're doing this right."

"We could be doing this right...." You slid your hand down his chest to palm his cock through his pants. "Here."

You grin as Art's eyelids flutter, his dick twitching against you.

"Bed," He insists again.

It isn't far to go, and the two of you are entirely bare by the time you get there. You scooch back onto the bed, spreading your legs as he rolls on a condom. He's over you a moment later, and you watch the bulge of his biceps as he braces his hands on either side of your head. You bite your lip as you feel the brush of his cock against your entrance. You reach down, grasping his cock and guiding him closer.

You tip your head up, tongue teasing the seam of his lips as he eases into you. You melt into the mattress as he crushes against you, filling you completely. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, sliding your legs over his, as if you'll manage to fuse the two of you together. Art's tongue swirls around yours before he captures your lips in a kiss, rolling his hips slowly.

"More," You plead, but Art keeps his pace achingly steady, even when you try to pick up the pace.

"You feel so fucking good," He breathes, "Even better than you taste."

"Harder, Art, please, god damn, please," You whimper. He tips his head to the side nipping at the hinge of your jaw as he reaches down, hiking your hip up even higher. Your mouth fell open with a stunned moan as he presses deeper, the slap of his hips filthily filling the stifling air around you. You arch up against him, nails raking down his back as you feel the swell of another orgasm.

"Art."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm—Fuck, almost—"

"That's it." He sucks his fingers between his lips before he slips them between your bodies, swiping across your tender clit. You begin to close your eyes, but he tuts softly.

"Don't—Don't close your eyes—Look at me," He orders between breaths. You force yourself to focus on Art, taking in the flush on his cheeks, his almost dazed eyes.

"You, too—" You urge.

"Yeah—"

"Oh—yeah," You gasp, unable to keep your gaze on his you cum. You feel Art's hips slap roughly against yours before he slows, groaning low in his chest. You draw in a deep breath as your heart pounds in your chest, sinking back against your pillows as he settles down over you. You smooth your hand over his nape, smiling as he nuzzles against your shoulder, dropping tender kisses to your skin.

"...Art?"

"Yeah?"

"I think we're going to be late for dinner."

--

"You know, I've been thinking."

"You've been doing a lot more than thinking, mister," You mutter, and grin as Art laughs. You cuddle closer against his side, nuzzling into his chest as he tightens his arm around your shoulders.

"I'm glad I didn't know you liked me in college."

"Really?" You tip your head up, brow furrowing. "Why's that?"

"...I wasn't ready for you back then." He smooths his fingers along your jaw, eyes wandering your face contemplatively. "It's like you said, you know. You would've come second."

You nod, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm.

"I don't think I was ready for you, either," You admit. Art smiles.

"And you are now?"

"More than."

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[demonskiss]

Hi one again it’s 👾 can you do something on capitano or pierro idk if you can tell but I like big men 🤭 if not it’s cool tho

capitano nsfw drabble 11

cw: size kink, fingering, gentle capitano (to reader’s displeasure), accidental overstim

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you’ll never truly get used to his enormous size, you think. no matter how slow he prepares you, fingering your tight hole with one, two, and three fingers, making you pliant and so desperately needy for him, begging him to take you like the strong, powerful man he is. when capitano finally gets impatient, he thrusts at an agonizing pace, leaving you whining as you feel the drag of his cock along your walls. but he dare not to hurt you, and he ignores your wails, your pleas for him to use you like a cock-sleeve.

“dear, you fit me so well.” the larger man breathlessly pants, nuzzling his face into the crook of your much smaller neck. “don’t worry, i’ll make it fit, you need to be patient however…” oh, he’s just so sweet, and you’re so desperate to make him snap and take you like the wanton whore you are, but capitano’s patience outlasts yours. but finally, he begins to thrust at a steady but slow pace. it somehow feels too overwhelming for you, and he hasn’t even gone at the pace that he likes! how will you handle him?

capitano will make you accommodate to his size, he’ll gently coo you the entire time, it just needs some work is all!

I CAN TELL. it’s ok i like big men too i’m crazy just a lil bit

[zeezelweazel]

Valorant| S/O is tired of their protectiveness|

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I'm not so into Valorant anymore but I still love my wives

This is angsty ofc <3

Characters Included : Reyna, Sage, Viper, Fade

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• Reyna •

For you Reyna, who you know as Zyanya, is a very soft and caring person at heart who would do anything for the people she loves. She also is extremely protective because of that.

After everything that happened with her sister Lucia she doesn't want to lose you. You keep reminding her that you're not a child and can protect yourself as you're a capable figher and a strong rediant. Your dear girlfriend is very stubborn it seems because no matter how many times you've brought it up she still insists on protecting you.

You've had numerous fights about this but the last one was the worst one. It was before a mission, when you insisted on going on B site alone to ensure that no enemy agent will make an escape and plant the spike there but Reyna dissagreed with your plan after deeming it too dangerous.

You two kept going back and forth yelling at eachother until Viper got between you and decided on a different plan all together.

It's been a few days since but you're still angry. She made you feel so humiliated by treating you like you were made of glass, like you were nothing in front of the great empress.

That's probably why you were pushing past your limits now. To prove her wrong and establish your place as her equal.

It's much harder than it sounds, as it turns out, your body can't handle it all and before you know it you're struggling to stand up. Your efforts payed off as the mission was very successful but you don't have a chance to celebrate it with your fellow teammates because you collapse a few moments after you hear Breach saying that the spike has been defused.

When you woke up the first thing you felt was a heavy weight on your right arm and after a small struggle you opened your eyes to see your girlfriend staring back at you surprised.

Reyna moved towards you and softly touched your cheek. She didn't need to say anything, you could see it in her eyes. After that day instead of staying behind her and being protected by her you fight alongside Reyna.

• Sage •

Sage is a healer. It's her job to care about others. That is the reason why she knew your relationship wasn't a good idea. She tried to keep things professional for the longest time but ultimately her feelings got the better of her. After you started dating she naturally became more protective of you.

You got tired of it pretty quickly but didn't say anything. You didn't want her to think that she's overbearing and cause any issues so early on.

Every time you got injured, she scolded you for your mistakes and on your next mission together she was way more protective. Almost caging you and making you unable of doing anything of importance.

It was like you were just a nice decoration. A beautiful woman on the battlefield not providing anything to the team or the mission.

You tried really, really hard not to snap at her but at this point it was impossible.

The adrenaline and stress of the current mission aren't helping either. It was going fine enough but everything could go wrong ver quickly. And of course, it did.

Sage was getting to the spike, ready to defuse it when you heard a very familiar voice shout.

" Fire in the hole! "

Every muscle in your body tensed as you looked at the surrounding walls, waiting for the bomb to fall on your head.

Your girlfriend acted faster than you by raising one of her walls for protection, but instead of shielding herself to defuse the spike she chose to but the wall in front of you leaving herself exposed in the process.

That proved to be a fatal mistake as soon after one of Raze's bombs blew up right in front of Sage. You watched in slow motion as the device flew across the battlefield and your girlfriend collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.

You immediately reached for her and ignored the immense heat radiating from the burns in her body as you hid behind the closest cover.

You looked behind to see the rest of your team has picked up their efforts and the spike was currently being defused by Chamber.

Next thing you know you're the one waiting for Sage to wake up as you pitifully sit by her infirmary bed. When she wakes up you're ready to scold her, just like she does with you.

"I can't believe you didn't protect yourself. I'm a radiant for fucks sake I can protect myself. Besides the fact that you got injured and couldn't heal anyone after the battle, the damn defuser almost got busted. All because you thought I wasn't strong enough. Aren't you the one complaining about "not being just a healer" all the time? Aren't you tired of how everyone is treating you like you're made of glass and not letting you go to the front lines? Why do you treat me this way then?"

Sage was quiet for a long time and you thought about leaving before her raspy voice startled you.

"I see how I was at fault now. I'm sorry I... I never meant to hurt you like this I just felt such a strong need to protect you. I promise you from now on I'll let you fight your own battles."

• Viper •

Viper sees almost every single person in the Protocol as inferior to her and surprise surprise even though you two are dating and she does love like you it still needs time before it gets through her thick skull that you're not just her "little mouse" and instead can defend yourself.

A little part of Sabine keeps repeating a name from her past. A tragedy that she caused, someone that she couldn't save. That someone she loved like you and that someone was strong like you but in the end non of that mattered.

She tried to convince herself that in you she sees the same thing she does in everyone here in the protocol. She wishes she could look at you and think of a pathetic little mouse trying to befriend the snake. But she can't. She does try though.

You were ready for an easy mission today but when you saw your girlfriend walk in the mission room looking serious you knew this was going to be a hard one.

A mission in Omega Earth. Well that's a different one. Only KJ, Neon and Reyna had had the pleasure of visiting your lovely neighbours so far.

Viper always insisted that you come with her on every mission together because you work well as a team, which isn't a lie but the main reason she wants you close by is so that she can reach out and protect you whenever possible.

You hate it. Sometimes the rest of the protocol jokes around by saying that you're dating your mom.

This time you told yourself that you're going to act exactly how you do on every other mission, regardless of what Viper tells you to do.

But of course your girlfriend didn't like the defiance, especially not when she's your superior in the field. You were out numbered by a bunch of simple soldiers.

You wanted to charge in and take them out so you can enter the facility you were here to investigate. Viper insisted that there has to be more. Her experience told her that this is too easy, the Valorant Legion must be waiting inside.

You, of course, didn't listen to her and charged in anyway with a very angry Viper chasing after you.

The moment you walked into the facility you were faced with a pretty bad ambush. The both of you fought as hard as you could but in the end you barely made it with the help of the rest of the team.

The ride back was very awkward with Viper not taking a single break from glaring at you while you were trying to busy yourself with literally anything.

As expected you had an argument the moment you reached HQ.

"You disobeyed direct orders from your superior! What were you thinking?!"

"I'm tired of this Viper! Every single time we have a mission together you treat me like a stupid little girl that can't do shit on her own!"

"This isn't the point. You but your life in danger-"

"I don't care! I will not be treated like this anymore. I know you have a thing for belittling people but for fucks sake you must really get off on doing it to me because I can't count how many times you've destroyed my dignity. "

Taking a big breath from all the fighting you closed your eyes and run a hand through your hair. You didn't wait another second before leaving and heading to your room. If only you stayed a moment longer you would've seen a very rare sight. The one and only Viper standing there with her hands clenched and her lips pursed as she desperately tries to hold back her tears.

• Fade •

Fade was afraid. She couldn't, wouldn't, admit it. But she was so scared of you disappearing. Just like he did. She was terrified of her life ending up in an endless nightmare.

Sometimes she tells herself that this is unfair to you. That she can't keep caging you like this. She trues to turn a blind eye to it but she sees your frustrated and hurt expression every time she acts like your knight in shining armour.

She ignores these feelings as best as she can, it's not just for her it's for your own good as well. She knows when to step in, she knows your limits.

You on the other hand can't handle seeing her in pain because of you. She thinks she's protecting you but she's only putting herself in unnecessary danger. You know your limits better than her, you are aware if what's happening around you and when you need to charge in or pull out.

You try not to blame Fade. You know that she doesn't mean to demeanor you. She's only scared of loosing you. Hazal hasn't talked to you about the mystery man she's been trying to find either. Not much anyway, but from what you know he must've meant a lot to her.

You really want to talk with her about it. Communication is important and you know this well it's just that you don't know how to bring it up without hurting her or without her trying to slither her way out of the conversation.

You decided that the best way to do this would be to bring it up in the heat of the moment. Which inly meant that you simply would have to wait you're assigned in another mission together.

Thankfully it was sooner than you expected. Another usual mission for the Valorant Protocol. Defend your home by defusing the spike and winning another fight against the Valorant Legion.

Guns aren't your specialty per say since you mostly depend on your radiant abilities. Not that you can't aim but it is especially difficult when you can't see. Shooting from inside one of Omen's shadow domes is almost impossible you can't see who you're aiming at and you don't even know if it's friend or foe.

You're pretty confused when the dome disappears and you see no one in front of you. When you take a few steps forward you're surprised when Sky tackles you into the ground. The woman must be out of her wooden animals but still she's physically stronger than you.

You two continue to scramble for a little while before the world goes black. At first you thought she knocked you out but you quickly realised that this is your girlfriend's work.

When you come to you immediately try to look for Fade. She is shocked when she sees you but don't let her speak a word.

"I hope today taught you a lesson. You can't keep trying to protect me. Not like this anyway. I had everything under control and you ended up doing more bad than good."

"I-I know and I'm sorry but-"

"No buts, just promise me you'll never try to protect me again."

*I promise."

[aikaterini-drag]

Writing the next chapter of my Bucky Barnes story and feeling super inspired by these pics 🩵I wanted to share them with you.

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