#it just. makes me a bit sad how he threw all of that away to be a part of his society in a way

[noxtivagus]

i'm thinking of hermes again gahhh HIS CHARACTER IS SO INTERESTING TO ME I LOVE HIM

[grugruel]

Little Bit

Pairings: roommate!bucky x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: Moving in with your bestfriend always seems like a great idea, until something inevitably breaks you apart. . .

He grabs my jaw, 'I fucking hate you.' He breathes, and I smile against his lips.

'No you don't.' I whisper, 'You love me.'

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, forced proximity, angsty rom-com vibes, praise (reader calls bucky good boy once), I love you's, choking, creampie, rough sex, pinv sex, semi-public masturbation, swearing.

A soft blue light shone through the windows, the neon sign across from us coloring every reachable piece of the flat a hue of blue.

Sitting on our shared couch, moved in just a week ago. I lay my head in my hands, I too was colored blue.

'How do we fix this?' He asks, sitting in the armchair across from me.

'Us?' I move my hands from my face to look at him with a faint smile, that doesnt quite reach my eyes. The light hitting him somehow fusing into purple, I turned my attention outside, searching for any type of red light.

'How, do we get rid of the flat. . .' He corrects me, forcefully shoving his finger into the coffee table, punctuating the words.

A tinge of sadness sinks it's teeth in me, moving to gnaw on the edges of my mind. Just a few hours ago, he'd still been my best friend. Since childhood, in fact. And now?

'We can't, you know that. We already signed the contract.' I sigh, 'Besides, neither of us have anywhere else to go. Or do I have to remind you?' Crossing my legs, I lean against the back of the couch, Meticulously searching for that red. Perhaps it was just the anger swelling inside him, pushing outward, seeping into his skin and tinting it red. Mixing with the cool of the blue, however, unsuccesfull in calming him.

He clenches his jaw, 'You, don't have anywhere to go.' He points an accusing finger at me, 'I- On the other hand–'

'–Have nowhere to go.' I finish his sentence for him, exhaling it in a whisper, 'We only have eachother now, ironically enough.' I flash my eyebrows upward, the words tasting bittersweet on my tongue.

Reality seems to set in as he too, leans backward and looks out through the window. Now seeming more lost than angry. Nonetheless, he blames me, for. . . what happened. I reach out for him, gracing his knee with the tips of my fingers–

But he pulls back, yanking his knee out of reach for my touch and faces away from me completley. Turning his head over his shoulder, I feel him retracting within himself, tugging all previous feelings and memories with him. He closes his eyes and exhales a shaky breath, 'Dont, I don't know you.' His voice was cold, 'You're nothing more than a roommate, a stranger im forced to share a home with.' Completley devoid of emotion.

My eyes stung with tears, and I hurry past him. Rushing upstairs to the loft, shutting myself in my bedroom.

That was a few weeks ago, the anger and sadness had settled. But in its wake, annoyance and spite had developed.

It felt very much like living with a sibling you hated dearly, a nemesis, your rival. Yet still loved, because of your ties.

'Just get out already!' I groan, stomping my foot into the floor from pure frustration. I felt like a child throwing a tantrum, but he just brought it out of me.

'I'm. Using. It.' He shouted, voice slightly muffled.

'For fu-' I stopped myself, but closed my eyes instead. Reminding myself to be the better person, 'I. Need. It.' I threw his punctuation back at him, 'I have to shower, youre making me late!' I shouted back through the door.

We both had a date, at the same time. Bucky was occupying the shower, it felt like he delayed just to make me late.

Eventually, the door opened and steam poured out of the opening. A cloud of buckys scents wafted in her face, and from it he emerged, with only a towel around his hips. With his bare upperbody on full display.

It's not like I hadn't seen him without a shirt before, but that had been as friends. Buy now that we weren't friends anymore. . . Well, I couldn't help but feel a little something.

He smiled smugly, 'Your turn.'

Oh how I wanted to scream at him, how could someone be so self-satisfied? I frantically gesture with my hands for him to move past me, and the second he did, I threw myself inside.

Finally, the water flooded down my body, every drop doing its duty in soothing an unwelcome ache. Stress and worry washing off of me, sliding into the drain, everything was perfect in this short, shielded time.

It would be over in a moment, when I rejoined the chaos that was my life.

But for now, my hand slipped downward. Quickly finding the source of my ache, and releaved it, rubbing it away in massaging circles. Doing my best to stifle my moans– When involuntarily, an image of Bucky popped up in my mind.

His towel around his hips, the low "V" on full display, his muscles rippling, torso stretching, showcasing his body and toned abs in all their glory. But what if those big hands had grabbed my waist, and pulled me close. What if he sank inside me, how heavenly it must feel. I bit my lip, my fingers moving faster. Realising too late that I was only spurring myself on, I came quickly, doing my best to stifle my moans. Toppling over, I leaned against the shower wall as I caught my breath. Praying I had been quiet enough.

When done, I hurried and dried myself off, then stepped out the shower a wrapped a towel around my torso. I took a quick look in the mirror, making sure that my actions were in no way visible on my face, then opened the door and re-entered the apartment.

The sun was just beginning to set, it was late in the day and the neon light had yet to come on. Golden light filled the apartment as–

Bucky fell onto the couch. . .

Almost looking like he'd jumped over the back of it.

I looked at him strangely, myself acting like I hadn't just touched myself to thoughts of him. 'You ok?' I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

He nodded, and grabbed a pillow, pressing it against his abdomen with an unreadable expression on his face, 'Mhm.' He hummed, 'Just fine, why would't I be?'

A violent urge to strangle him grabbed ahold of me, anger nipping at my skin, I was starting to tire of his passive-agressiveness. I inhaled through my nose, and exhaled through my mouth. Calming myself before I answered, 'You're right, how silly of me to ask. I don't even care.' and headed to my room.

What I did not see, was his eyes following me, lingering on my rosy cheeks and wet hair. Roaming over the bare parts of my skin, noting the way it was riddled with glistening water droplets. Nir had I seen, how he'd walked past the bathroom door earlier and somehow heard my moaning, or that he'd stayed and listened, intently. Sowly becoming more and more aroused. I did however, see a glimpse of him "smoothly" covering his tracks when I opened the door, the old run and jump maneuver. By some miracle, I didn't put the pieces together. Because I had not seen his erection either.

I put on my long, sleek, red satin dress.

It fell perfectly over my body, clinging to every curve. Paired with a pair of nude heels, my legs looked magnificent thorugh the slit too. I walked downstairs, expecting Bucky to make some snide remark, but he was nowhere to be found.

I figured I'd at least let him know im leaving. Presuming he was in his room, I approached it, and could indeed hear him inside.

But I wasnt to sure what to make of the sounds. My subconscious instics must've kicked in, because I reflexively took my heels off and snuck closer. Muffled grunts and slapping came from the other side of the door, they were, lewd almost, kind of like–

My jaw dropped. My name, I heard- I heard my name. He just moaned my name. Surely, this wasnt real, I scoffed internally. He was pranking me, right? Maybe it was an actress, or crush who shared my name? He was gonna open that door any second, jump out and tell me how stupid I was to think such a thing. Yet, something tightened inside me, a dull pulse flaring up.

There was a final groan, then the sound of a zipper. I blinked, frozen. Until I heard footsteps, and forced myself to snap out of it.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit! I quickly tiptoed over to the window, pretending to look outside. Realising I still had my heels in my hand, I had to alternate between putting them on and acting nonchalant.

The creaking sound of his door opening rang out behind me, and I yelped, my head whipping over my shoulder to look at him, taken completely off guard.

His eyes went wide as he met mine. His expression made it very clear that he'd expected me to be gone by now. 'Oh–' he clenched his jaw to keep it from falling. Rubbing the nape of his neck, he looked around nervously, 'Thought you'd gone.' He said, irritation lacing his tone, 'Since you were so stressed about being late and all.' He remarked, narrowing his eyes.

God, the gall on this man.

I put my other heel on, and turn around completley, 'Stress that you caused, you mean?' I pointed out, the final rays of sun warming my back as I looked at him, 'Dont worry, I'll leave you to it.' A giggle bubbled up in my throat. I had to suck on my bottom lip to stiffle it and hide my smile.

I turned on my heel and fled, not sticking around to see his reaction.

I couldn't keep him off my mind, surely it was not me he meant, I heard wrong. He hates me, for gods sake!

At that thought, my date picked me up, and the night was pretty uneventful from there. We had dinner and drinks, but something else was occupying my mind. I was just replaying the way my name sounded falling from Buckys lips, the way he breathed it, moaned it. My core ached at the memory.

My date no doubt thought me distant, but it couldnt be helped. I was desperate for the feeling of a man inside me, for bucky more specifically. So I laid my hand on top of my date's, 'How about we take this to my place?' I asked, smiling seductively.

Eagerly, he agrees.

Arriving back, we stumbled into the apartment. Kissing enthusiastically, as the colorful light had returned. Bathing us in a dark red light. Faintly, it illuminated our path upstairs as I grabbed his hand and pulled him to my room. We'd been too busy to notice Bucky, already standing in the kitchen.

Who hadn't had a very succesful date either, the only difference being that he did not bring her back to their place. He respected their home, but apparently she did not. A feeling of anger bubbled up inside him, but it felt different. Not like it had that first night of their fight, now, he almost felt threatened. He scoffed, surely not, noo–

The red switched to green, and his brain thought it before he himself came to the conclusion, was it. . . Jealousy? He furrowed his brows, disputing with his his mind. Never, he hates her gut. Hes been teasing and annoying her, because he hates her. Simple as that. Earlier, today was just a moment of weakness, a man doing his manly obligations. That was all, he told himself and looked outside, the green light poking fun at him. Calling him out in ways he did not appreciate, it was nauseating.

He had to talk to her, go up there and put a stop to it. This was his apartment too, he had a veto.

He marched firmly up the stairs, the green contrasting the red hot anger on his face as the sounds of laughing grew stronger. He reached for the door handle, when he heard their moaning.

Her moaning more specifially, the sound of skin against skin, of a creaking bed and the way it thumped against the wall. His mind blurred the sounds of the other guy, and instead focused on the sound of her, her labored breathing, her whimpering and mewling. Wishing he was that guy right now. He could've listened all day, but snapped out of it. Shaking his head as he realised the immorality of it. He couldnt just barge in on them, he'd tell the guy to fuck off the second they were done. He nodded, yeah. . . His hand fell to his side as he took a step back–

She moaned, so beautiful. Humming, 'Ooh, fuck, thats good bucky.' The words slipped from her lips befor she could stop them.

Buck froze, they all froze. Blinking, he did a dubbel take. Huh?. . . Huuuh?

'I'm, uhm–' She tried.

'What did you just call me?' The guy questioned, 'Is- is that your roommates name?' Dumnfounded, he pulled himself off of her.

Bucky couldnt believe what he was hearing, he snickered 'Holy f— shit.' Unable to controll himself, he burst into pure laughter as he ran down the stairs. Covering his mouth in the motion, spite pouring out of his ears. 'What a marvelous, marvelous day.' He declared openly, throwing himself on the couch, arms splayed over the back. Waiting for the next scene to unfold.

The man, clothes in hand came rushing down the stairs, and noticed Bucky watching him, 'You him?' He asked.

Nodding, 'Uh, huh.' Bucky hummed, confirming the mans suspicious as a cocky smile spread across his face.

'Fantastic.' The stranger hissed, and muttered under his breath. '. . .Some competition. . .' Then fled the apartment, throwing his clothes on in a hurry.

Bucky laughed, 'So good,' and sighed with content, shaking his head in disbelief.

A second later, I came bounding down the stairs, a sheet pulled around my body. 'Did he leave already?' I asked, sprinting to the door.

Grinning, he answered, 'That he did.' Slanting his head in observation as he took her disheveled appearance in.

I run my hands through my hair in frustration, 'Shit!' My head then snapping to Bucky as he's just sitting there, snickering and looking at me smugly. 'What?' I ask, but he only shrugs, smiling stupidly. 'Wipe that smile of your face, you big idiot.' I shout, 'Where's your date, huh?'

Flinching, hes taken aback 'I didn't bring her home! Its called common curtesy!' He shouts back. Both incredibly sucessfull in riling the other up, immediately getting kn eachothers nerves.

'You jealous or something?' I throw my hands in the air, laughing incredulously.

'I don't need to be, I heard you, you know.' He smirked, 'Up there.' Nodding to my bedroom. And my blood runs cold, embarrassment prickling my face. But I clear my throat, trying to control my emotions, 'You were listening?' I quirk an eyebrow, the corner of my lip tugging.

'Wha– of course not! He protests.

'No? Well, I did.' And now it's my turn to grin, 'I heard you, too. Earlier today.'

His veins freeze, 'I don't know, what you mean. . .' Bucky begins–

'Yes you do.' I saunter toward him, getting right in his face. 'Just admit it.' I hiss, humouring myself.

Grabbing my jaw, he breathes 'I fucking hate you.' But I smile against his lips. The neon sign turning pink, painting us both in its lovely rose colour.

'No, you don't.' I whisper, 'You love me.' And drop my sheet, stark naked underneath.

In a hurry, he crawls back on top of me, lining himself up with my core. Teasing, he slides his member up and down my folds, 'Fuck' I moan, and he slides in. Immidietly setting a gruesome pace, hitting my cervix with every thrust.

He looks at me with awe in his eyes, eyebrows furrowing. He lools teribbly pained, 'I do, I do love you.' He whimpers, as if the sight of me and the the truth he'd refused to accept hurt him.

In a clash, his lips met mine. Feverishly our mouths clash together, tongues waisting no time in tasting the other. His hands glide down my sides, until they grab my ass and he lifts me into his arms. I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling on his hair, making him grunt. He walks us into his bedroom, and throws me onto the bed with a yelp, then crawls on top of me. Kissing his way up my body until our mouths found their way back to eachother. I unbutton his shirt and unbuckle his belt, hastily pulling them both off of him. He sits back, and zips down his pants, kicking them off. His size was more than enough.

He groans in my ear, snaking his hand up to my throat and as he leans on the other. Nuzzling my face softly, his hand toghtens around my throat, lightly choking me as his hips slam into mine hard into mine.

My hands roam his back, sinking my nails into his skin whenever a particularly rough thrust sends a spirit breaking ache through my body. His lips trace their way down my jaw, specking it with kisses, whispering 'I love you.' In muffled moans against my skin.

I grin, and run my hands through his hair 'Good boy.' I whisper–

He whimpers, 'Fuck.'

The snap of his hips falter as the both of us are reaching our orgasm. He kisses his way down my throat, meanwhile adjusting his hold around it. 'I love you.' He mutters between every kiss, when he finally falls over the edge. His seed spilling inside of me as he does his best to keep thrusting, helping me to reach my own climax. With the chole of his hand, member inside me and his muffled I love you's. The knot tightens in my stumache, and I topple over too. How could I not?

'I love you too.' I whisper, and I feel him smile against my throat as he squeezes it one last time. 'Good, it was too hard to stay mad at you.'

[straykidsholicleigh]

can you please write a minho drabble about him showing how much he likes the reader, but at the same time strugling with saying the words, like he just looks like the type that will give you the world, but never really say it he's doing it tho.

im not good at this

PAIRING: idol!minho x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff (idk if this comes under angst too-)

WARNINGS: established relationship, kissing & swearing :)

A/N: im so sorry this is late- i hope u like it unnie ✨

CREDITS: divider by @cafekitsune ♡.

“Minnie, come hug me please!” you pleaded, making grabby hands towards him as he was situated at the edge of the bed, his video game console in hand. “Not now baby, I'm busy.” He said, his thumbs pressing the buttons as his character on the screen was shooting an enemy.

It was a typical saturday night, almost 12 am as you were in bed, reading a book while your boyfriend decided to catch up on his gaming with his friends. You could hear Felix and Jisung screaming from the headset he wore, Minho yelling back at them that the enemy was within a 5 feet radius.

You didn't mind it when he played with his friends because you got to see him all pouty when he loses but today you were really craving attention. You just wanted to feel his arms around you, whispering sweet nothing's into your ears and slowly drift of to sleep, but you didn't think that was happening anytime soon because he looked so invested in his game. You pouted harder, tapping his shoulder lightly.

He turned around, removing half of his headset. "What?" He asked, his tone a little annoyed and soft at the same time. You winced slightly before replying. "I was wondering if we could.. cuddle for a bit." You said it so softly, eyes filled with longing. His gaze softened as he politely excused himself from the game, logging off and removing his headset before hesitantly wrapping you in his arms.

You sighed contently, immediately relaxing into his touch as you threw your leg over his waist, bringing him impossibly closer. He smiled into your hair, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your back, trying his best to show you how much he loves and cares for you.

"I'm not good at this." He said finally, his voice soft and relaxing, a hint of sadness in it. You frowned slightly, looking up at him. "What do you mean?" He signed, running his hands through your hair. "This.. this whole... love thing. Like, i want to tell you that I love you, I really do but I don't know how to-" "Your showing it." You cut him off. He raises an eyebrow, his thumb faltering against your back. "What?" He asked, his eyes telling you needs clarification.

You smiled, your fingers tracing his jaw lightly. "You show it, in different ways. Like when you leave cute notes on the fridge before leaving for work, when you cook for me whenever I'm sick or tired, when you run me baths when I have no energy to do anything. You show it in so many ways." You smiled wider, your eyes flickering to his features.

He smiled, slightly startled when he feels a tear rolling down his cheek. You laugh, wiping it away as he playfully hits your waist. "Shut the fuck up, you brat!" He growled playfully as you laughed harder, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hovered above you. He smashed his lips onto yours, swallowing away your laughter as you kissed him back, parting your lips slightly as his tongue traced your mouth.

When you pulled away, he smirked down at you, biting his lower lip slightly as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Minho," You placed your hand on his cheek. "I love you." He was taken aback slightly at the sudden gesture but quickly recovered and took a deep breath, his smirk fading into a loving smile. "I.." He paused, looking for any sign of hesitation in his voice but when he found none, he smiled wider.

"I... I love you."

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[triflesandparsnips]

So I understand that there are Good Omens show fans who have never read Good Omens the book, and that makes me deeply sad because--

Like, there's so much depth to the story being told about humans and humanity and the choice between good and evil -- and how that's actually a false dichotomy whoooops -- WHILE ALSO not really being about Aziraphale and Crowley at all (who are, imo, basically there as embodiments of "Impressive Failures" for the purposes of Theme and also Plot).

BUT IF you want to know why I've shipped them since the book-- here's the moment it happened for wee teenage me:

Wednesday (before the end of the world)

So it's Warlock's birthday party. And there are all these children and security guards and also an angel doing magic tricks while a demon is disguised as a caterer. This bit is basically the same as the show, so hooray.

But as wee me understood the characters up to this point, they were still basically enemies who had been in the field together for way too long and knew each other's moves well enough for the same tempting/thwarting of one another to become kind of boring and repetitive and generally pointless-- particularly once they realized that they could, for instance, just live their (separate!) lives watching humans being weird (Crowley) and seeking various sensory stuff (Aziraphale) while doing the least work necessary to keep their respective bosses off their backs.

The Arrangement was borne not out of hiding a friendship or anything, but instead the realization that sometimes covering for one another would just... cut down on their total overall workload. They were, at best, employees of two different, competitive companies-- though in same kind of department, doing the same kind of work-- who discovered they liked to have lunch at the same deli and that their jobs were sometimes distressingly more similar than either was comfortable with.

SO ANYWAY. BACK TO THAT WEDNESDAY. They're not covering for one another with this whole Antichrist thing-- they're now actively collaborating, and they've acknowledged (mostly) that it's not to cut down on their individual workloads, but rather to preserve their identical-- but not shared (not yet)-- goals of Getting To Continue The Lives On Earth They've Grown To Enjoy.

But like-- still not friends. Not really.

Until Aziraphale fucks up a bit, Warlock accidentally gets hold of a security guard's weapon and starts waving it around, and:

Then someone threw some jelly at Warlock. The boy squeaked, and pulled the trigger of the gun. It was a Magnum .32, CIA issue, gray, mean, heavy, capable of blowing a man away at thirty paces, and leaving nothing more than a red mist, a ghastly mess, and a certain amount of paperwork. Aziraphale blinked. A thin stream of water squirted from the nozzle and soaked Crowley, who had been looking out the window, trying to see if there was a huge black dog in the garden. Aziraphale looked embarrassed. Then a cream cake hit him in the face.

My teenage brain exploded at this moment.

BECAUSE: there is no reason for Aziraphale to do that.

Work-wise: If he got shot, Crowley would get discorporated, but not die-- and anyway, it would happen in such a way that both of them could explain it away easily to their respective sides (and possibly even be commended for it!).

Collaboration-wise: If Crowley had been watching Aziraphale, and if he'd seen Aziraphale have the chance to change the gun but not do it-- then yeah, probably that would've been annoying enough to have warranted some chilly conversations once he came back topside, and therefore, Aziraphale choosing to save Crowley could've been a reasonable, logical choice to keep their working relationship on an even keel until they'd sorted out this Doomsday thing.

But Crowley was looking the other way.

Work-wise, it doesn't make sense-- and secret-collaboration-wise, it doesn't make sense-- and so it is, overall, really weird that Aziraphale saved him.

But his automatic reaction-- in a blink-- is to stop Crowley from getting shot. And he knows it's weird-- he feels embarrassed that his sudden, unthinking reaction is to save his "enemy".

And the final bit is just a couple paragraphs later:

With a gesture, Aziraphale turned the rest of the guns into water pistols as well, and walked out.

SO LOOK: He changed only the pistol about to shoot Crowley. His automatic reaction had nothing to do with saving a party full of humans, many of them children-- nothing to do with Heaven or Hell-- nothing to do with preserving the coworker he needs to stop Armageddon--

It was all to do with saving Crowley. Who may be the enemy, but he's Aziraphale's enemy. And another part of his life on Earth that he's doing all of this just to preserve.

Which may also be, for the first time, the moment he lets himself realize how important Crowley in particular is to him.

...and so anyway, that's how I started shipping these two immortal idiots, and one of many reasons why everyone should read the book.

[donutz]

Yandere Catnap x female smiling critter cat reader

Request from Wattpad—! Here you go Shaymi999☆

You weren’t the only cat out of the smiling critters.

There was another one, Catnap. Though, you were very much like him.

You were barely any different from him! The only difference is that you were a girl(and maybe the color, it depends on what color you want to be).

You were quiet, sneaky, hid in the dark, interacted with others, but not so happily. Even if it looked like you hated being at Playtime co, it wasn’t that bad here.

Other than the abusive workers.

And Catnap stalking you.

You didn’t find it that creepy, but it did annoy you a little bit. Why couldn’t he just interact with you? Yet you caught him looking at you every time.

Cat instincts, that’s all. Y’know, maybe he wanted you gone because he wants to be the only cat critter.

You’ll just have to wait.

There would be times where you tried to talk to him, but he’d just walk away.

You don’t know why, he could at least just listen to you. Makes you feel a little sad.

Of course, somebody noticed. That was Dogday.

“Mew, you’ve been seeming kind of down these days, are you alright?”

“... Yea, it’s just that. Catnap’s been ignoring me. I try to talk to him, but he just walks away.”

Dogday furrowed his eyebrows a little, pretty disappointed in Catnap’s actions.

“Oh alright, I’ll try to talk about it with him..”

“Oh, thanks Dogday.”

After that, you caught Catnap right behind you staring at you. It happened quite often.

… At least he wasn’t hiding in the shadows.

.

.

.

But now, 10 years later, he’s always in the shadows.

And 10 years later, you’re here, roaming the halls just like Catnap. You wish you could check up on Dogday, but you can’t Catnap’s too possessive.

If you even tried to sneak around to talk to him, Dogday would be dead the next hour. Not from Catnap’s hands, but from the smaller critters' mouths.

You wish you could just see your best friend one last time.

But you can, just this one time. Why? So you could alert Dogday that his body will be taken over by the smaller critters.

The tinies were listening in of course, excited to finally get their fill.

Why does the only time you get to talk to him the time where you tell him how he dies? Sometimes you wished Catnap wasn’t so possessive. You feel as if he would trust Dogday but— apparently you were wrong.

“Oh.. I guess I’ll have to prepare for the future.”

You wish you could rub your head against his and tell him it’s okay. You wish you didn’t have to tell him the way he dies. You wish you could’ve just passed like the other critters.

What made you so special?

“...” You would’ve told him you’re sorry, but you know Catnap was watching. He would’ve told the smaller critters to make Dogday’s death more painful and slow.

You just want him to be put out of his misery. He could’ve just agreed with serving the prototype and he would’ve lived.

But that’s not the Dogday you know.

And apparently, the player arrived so you have to go.

Even if they were already dealing with the smaller demonic version of the Smiling Critters, Catnap was determined to kill them. Or, to hunt he says.

Catnap wants to kill the player, but wouldn’t mind you doing it instead.

Unfortunately, there were hiding spots in the play area. The place where there’s different colored blocks and random holes that the small ones come from.

You were looking for the player, and since you saw the hiding spots, you looked in them. After some time you finally spotted them.

You grabbed them and threw them on the ground. They used their grab pack and grabbed at your eye. You tried to stop them by grabbing their face, but the hand took your eye out of its place.

And for some reason that singular eye was heavily connected to the organs in your system.

The player scurried towards a possible exit in the place, and ran, leaving you to die by yourself.

Catnap thought you could handle it yourself. But you didn’t.

Not only did you being dead anger him even more. But he didn’t want to hunt anymore, he wanted to torture and kill that stupid player.

He loved you so much that he didn’t even give up your body to the Prototype. You weren’t just some toy, you were his love.

Thankfully, the Prototype accepted the fact Catnap wanted to keep you.

After that, every way Catnap planned just to spook the player, wasn’t just giving them a little scare anymore. It was supposed to terrify them. To make them feel threatened.

To make them scream whenever he came near them.

He even released his red gas to make them have horrific hallucinations.

He nearly killed them, but didn’t, he wanted them to go through the pain he experienced.

But no matter how much torture they went through, it will never make up for the death they caused.

It will never replace your death.

It will never make him as happy as he was when you made him happy.

[shapard]

Feather of Fate🕊️

Lucifer x Seraphim!fem!reader

Soulmate arc

naughty naughty Lucifer

Lucifer thinking about you riding his dick and face

A little bit NSFW mentioned

Snake in Paradise

Chapter 2 < Chapter 3 > Chapter 4

Your mind screamed at you to leave but you couldn’t move. Your whole body was shivering but didn’t even move an inch.

Lucifer could feel how you started to feel uncomfortable. 

Ache

He wasn’t going to point it out, but his heart started to ache every second more and harder. 

For you everything made sense. The puzzles starts to fit in.

How you feel comfortable around him, how his divine smell that made you weak and crumble to your knees. 

How his touch excites you and makes you feel like a fool in love. 

He probably doesn’t know that you are his Soulmate. But when this is true, then what is the deal with Lilith? 

Where is she anyways? Isn’t she supposed to be on his side, ruling hell together. Why is he all Alone?

The question is easy to answer but you can’t Imagine that she’d just leave him. How can she not want him? Did She cheat on him, and they got a divorce? Or did he do something unforgivable.

Either way you wouldn't let him go.

Lucifer couldn’t take it anymore. This ache.

You were deep in thoughts with a sad expression on your face. which only fueled this ache more.

Ache

his heart ached as he looked at you. He can’t look away, but he wants to. Not wanting to see you in this kind of state.

With a heavy deep breath, he started talking. “Is everything alright?”

Snapping out of your thoughts your gaze shifted from his mark towards his face. Worried laced his pearl white face. 

“Yeah, yeah… of course. Everything’s alright.” 

That was the worst lie ever. 

Lucifer smiled a bit, “You know, it’s okay to feel what you feel. It’s one hundred percent valid. God Y/n, you fell from heaven a couple days ago. Just sit down, relax, and let me take care for you.” He wants that you to have a good time in hell after you recover. 

Cute, 

That’s what’s running through your mind. Forgetting your worries about the soulmate mark.

Maybe this isn’t all bad.

But one Question was buzzing in your head like a mosquito mid summer. 

Where is Lilith and why isn’t she here?

And why does it bother you so much?

…

Sera was in a heating discussing. 

The tension was so thick that you couldn’t even cut it with a knife.

Michael's angry gaze didn’t help at all.

“Michael I can explain- I.“ Sera stopped mid-sentence not knowing how and where to start. 

Azrael raised his hand, not wanting to hear Sera’s useless apologize. 

“You know Sera, you’re in deep shit.” Azrael shifted his paper in his hand to look on this case. 

“You didn’t Informed us about the extermination, nor asked for permission. Never thought you wanted to play God, Sera.” Gabriel looked at Sera with zero Emotions.

But his Voice let everyone fall for him. His smooth voice is alluring. 

And He knows it.

And he uses it.

Letting everyone fell in this trap of comfort, to trust him with everything.

And then he will use it against you.

Just like he did with his brother.

“It was something what I had to do. They were uprising I-.” Michael let out a loud hmpf, showing Sera that he’s not pleased at all. His head rested on his fist, looking down at Sera.

“Uprising? You’ve got to be kidding me. Sera look, I don’t have time for your bullshit. You want to end up like Lucifer?” the weight of this topic only filled the tension even more than before. 

“Or like your own daughter?” Azrael added for her demise. He raised a brow, now finally taking a look at the Seraphim Infront of him.

She felt Embarrassed and bare as if she’s naked.

Laid for them ready on a golden plate for them to be devour. 

But the moment they involved you in it, she has to say something.

“Leave my daughter out of this!”

“Wasn’t it your idea to decent her from heaven?” Michael showed the document with your case that led you to fall from heaven into hell, “You’re quite a terrible mother you know.” Michael threw the document infront of Sera and Gabriel glared at Michael for his childish behavior.

“I Apologize for my brothers behavior, but he does speak the truth. Your daughter didn’t deserve That punishment you gave her.” Gabriel looked on your Information Paper. 

“Seems that you couldn’t tolerate that she was against you.” Azrael sighed, disappointed in Sera. “You got a pretty daughter, you know.”

Sweat dripped down Sera’s forehead, everything but you. Even after all she's done to you, she still loves you dearly.

“You know father said that she should come back to heaven, and you’ll be thrown into hell Instead. Prove us that you’re still worth residing in heaven.” Gabriel announced, stopping his brother with their blabbering about some fallen Seraphim.

...

In the end of the meeting, they discussed that they give Sera one last chance and get you back somehow. 

But the "how" was the unsolved question. And no one has the answer for it. 

But for the worst part. Michael seemed very interested in you.

…Time Skip…

Lucifer paced nervous Infront of your room. 

He finally told Charlie that he had found a fallen angel in the front yard of his Home. 

Since then, you got your own room to live in.

Charlie pressured her father that she wants to see you and show you around. 

But knowing how difficult it could be for you, he was nervous. Will you hate him after this? No, right?

He laughed nervously and grabbed his hair lightly. 

“Hey Y/n. I know you just fell from heaven, but do you want to meet my daughter!... No that’s not good. Fuck, ehm…” gipping his hair tighter he paced quicker from side to side on the carpet on the floor.

“Luci?” The door creaked open revealing you in your cute, oversized nighty he bought you not long ago.

His heart melted at his new given nickname. 

You two kind of grew close these last days. 

“What are you doing here this early?” Lucifer's shoulder was now all tense again. Right, he’s not here to eat breakfast with you. 

“Hello dearest. I want you to meet the other guest and employees around this place! Get you socialized” He laughed nervously, the look on your face already gave him the answer. 

You slammed the door into his face. That was unexpected.

“Okay rude?” Lucifer knew you wouldn’t like the idea of going out but slamming the door into his face. It irked him. 

'Fuck' he thought.

Standing Infront of your door kind of dumb folded.

Inside your room you were running around and looking for a decent good-looking outfit. 

Squealing like a teenager.

In these last days you were living in hell you began to love this place.

Even though you rarely go out. You still feel uncomfortable in the new area, but it was better than heaven. 

Way better.

Very Brutal sometimes but you could live free and in peace.

You can watch Tv and eat Ice cream, not doing anything like annoying paperwork all day. 

You rarely watch Tv though because Lucifer hates Tv. Saying it makes people dumb, maybe it’s true but where’s the fun in that. 

Finally finding a nice dress, heels and to top it all: over knees! To make it all cute. Smiling at your outfit you nod, and you were ready to go.

You re-opened the door where Lucifer was standing in all his mighty, looking perplexed at your now opened door. 

Lucifer was about to leave but in the exact moment you opened the door revealing you in a very very pretty dress.

Lucifer already can’t get enough. 

The dress hugged your body perfectly showing your juicy curves that makes him weak and drool on spot. 

His cheeks warmed up and he felt his blood going from his head towards his pants.  

Oh god have mercy with him.

Coughing in his clawed hand he tried to hide his upcoming arousal.��

‘Now is not the perfect timing Lucifer.’ 

He regained his posture and smiled at you, “You look Amazing, eh- I meant pretty haha, the dress fits you.” He awkwardly laughed hoping that you didn’t catch up with whatever that was. 

Fucking Simp.

“Thank you, this dress is indeed very pretty.” You looked at your dress and spun a bit letting the dress move swiftly and smooth around your body. 

God, you should stop. 

He already has to take a cold shower. 

He turned rather fast away from you.

It hurt somehow, wasn’t it attractive enough to him? 

The one thing you didn’t know is that he was aroused and all what he wanted is to just claim you right here in your room. 

He gestures you to follow him and you let out a frustrated huff. 

Following him through the red, white halls down to the main opening.  

There was a tall spider like creature standing there and beside him was a tall girl with red circle on her cheeks.

Charlie! 

You remember her. 

And the aftermath that happened after that meeting.

The memories and flashbacks were harsh, water started well in your eyes. 

The scar on your back started to sting, you touched it and massaged it with hope that it would help with the shadow pain.

Looking around for lucifer for support you couldn’t find him.

Lucifer was gone for a couple of seconds to deal with that little problem you caused. 

He felt kind of disgusted by himself. 

You were so Innocent and sweet and here he was taking a quick cold shower to calm his aroused bulge that grew in his pants. 

In the last days he was whipped with you in no time. 

Such kind of euphoric he hasn’t felt before, not even from his ex-wife Lilith. 

He wanted to drown in this new warm feeling.

Every time he spent time with you, he felt like the happiest man Alife. 

He was sure that in his demonic form his tail would wag in happiness like a dog. 

He switched off the shower the cold.

When this happens again he won’t survive this.

You were just too pretty, Innocent, and sexy. 

He can’t wait to see you milk and cream on his dick. 

Hearing you cry out of pleasure while he sucks your pretty pussy dry.

You gripping his horns out of overstimulation and riding his face and dick just to get that high again.

He whines at that thought.

Throwing cold water into his face to get those Images out of his head, “you’re such a pervert.”

Ache

He knew something was wrong. This ache always came when you weren’t okay.

Teleporting himself beside you, he saw you in a panic like state. Alarming him.

“Y/n, did something happen?”

His sudden presence scared you. You let out a small scream alarming everyone in the main hall. 

You apologized and glared at Lucifer for scaring you so badly. “We don’t have to-“ do this Today

A loud gasp interrupted Lucifer. Charlie’s eyes were literally sparkling when she saw you. “OMG, You’re the Angel that my father found?!” 

She ran to you and gave you a crushing hug. 

Lucifer and Vaggie looked at the scene that was unfolding. 

Angel dust was eating ice cream and ignored Charlie’s shouting, he was used to it. 

Lucifer admit that he felt a sting on his mark, weird. Vaggie’s eye was twitching out of annoyance she didn’t like how close they were.

Letting you go Charlie’s smile was so bright you swear you could get blind because of it. 

“I’m so excited to show you around!” She was still holding you tight when she was pulling you around.

“Charlie.” Her father’s serious voice made her stop. She looked at him in surprise of his sudden shift of mood. “Be gentle with her, she’s still new here.” Charlie’s grip loosened and she nods at her father. 

She continued to show you around and introduced everyone to you. She was so similar like her father, and it was so sweet.

You could get used to this; this was way better than your life in heaven.

…

Back in the main hall. You sat down on the couch watching Alastor and Lucifer get into a fight. 

Angel dust and Husk were talking, and Nifty tried to kill the bugs in the area.

Charlie and Vaggie started to prepare an exercise, so you didn’t saw them near by.

But all the comforting living atmosphere was short lived. 

A loud Bang followed with a broken wall and dust all over the place. 

You coughed as you breathed in the dust that filled the whole room. Lucifer’s wings appeared on his back and he blew the dust away from the two of you. 

Since when was he Infront of you?

“This fucking wall is cursed I tell y’all.” Vaggie nods at Angel Dust sudden outburst. Something was definitely wrong with that wall.

Meanwhile Lucifer growled softly at the danger. He already knows who it was. Someone he hoped he wouldn’t see anymore in his lifetime. 

“What are you doing here, Michael?” He growled. His demonic form scratching in the back of his head, wanting to protect his mate from this Man. 

“Can’t an older brother visit his younger Brother?”

A/n: I want to thank you all who Liked, repost and commented on this story❤️ Thank you so so sooooo muuchhh<3333

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@ayanazoldyck

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Say You Love Me

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summary: you prank Joe by not saying “I love you” back after seeing another couple do it on TikTok.

warnings: fluff, unserious/funny, pranks, illusions to smut at the end.

pairing: joe burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*no particular date for this blurb!*

(y/n’s pov)

It was a quiet afternoon in the Burrow home, which lately seemed to be a very rare occasion. Joe was upstairs getting ready to go over to Sam Hubbard’s house since a few of the guys were getting together over there. Mostly captains and a couple of other players.

The twins currently sat next to me on the couch while they babbled back and forth with the cartoons playing on the TV.

When I found out I was pregnant, Joe and I had set very strict guidelines for our future kids. Cartoons and tech limit being a huge one we both agreed on.

Well, that was before we became parents. We quickly realized that having two toddler boys at the same time meant using anything to calm them, distract them, keep them content, etc. The list could honestly go on forever.

Now that Joe was going to be leaving soon, I planned to keep them occupied with the TV til they eventually had to take a nap.

As I noticed Miles starting to get tired, Joe came bounding down the stairs loudly making an introduction as usual.

“Hey baby, I'm going to Sam’s now. I'm gonna make sure to get home before dinnertime so I can grill steak tonight.” - Joe

“Mmm. Sounds good.” - you

He made his way over to the couch and bent down to be at eye level with me.

“I've been craving a good steak for a bit so I'm def looking forward to it.” - Joe chuckled

“Okay, babe. Have fun.” - you

Joe leaned forward to give me a quick kiss before pulling away and standing up with a smile.

“Bye, mama. I love you.” - Joe

Let the prank begin.

In all honesty, as fun as this prank was going to be just to see how he'd react it was also kinda sad. Joe has always made it apparent to verbally profess his love for me, and not matching his statement would certainly be something he'd dwell on.

When we first started dating back in high school, Joe made it known to me that the statement “I Love You.” was not something he just threw around. To him, it was a more intimate thing and he'd only tell it to someone if he truly meant it.

I was lucky enough to be one of the people on the receiving end of those three special words leaving Joe’s lips.

But for right now, he wasn't getting the return of those special words.

“Bye Joe.” - you

I tried to study his expression when he realized the fact I didn't say it back but for a second it didn't seem like he had. When he did though, it was very obvious. Maybe she didn't hear me? Joe thought.

Joe leaned down and kissed me once again, this time a lot longer than the first.

“I love you.” - Joe

“Have fun at Sam’s!” - you smiled

The look he gave me wasn't a reflection of hurt but more of confusion and worry.

“You okay?” - Joe

“Yeah, why? I'm great!” - you

He stood there for a second trying to take in my body language, but there wasn't a noticeable difference to him.

“Okay, just checking.” - Joe

Leaning down once again, Joe pressed a very thorough kiss on my lips. My hand rested on his cheek and my thumb rubbed under one of his eyes as we kissed. After, our foreheads stayed touching, and Joe just smiled at me.

“Bye, I love you.” - Joe

“Bye, baby. Tell the boys I say hi!” - you

Joe abruptly stood up after that. They way you kissed him wasn't matching your lack of sentiment.

“y/n? Did I do something?” - Joe

“No. Joe are you okay?” - you

He scoffed before collecting his thoughts and speaking.

“Well I was but i’m kinda confused now.” - Joe

“About what?” - you

I watched Joe cock his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes at me, he was completely and utterly lost.

You were acting completely normal, and happy; kissing him and calling him baby, but you wouldn't say I love you back?

“Do you not want me to go?” - Joe

“What no? Do you want me to not want you to go?” - you

“I mean I wasn't going for that, but I feel like I should stay now.” - Joe

“Why?” - you chuckled

Joe crossed his arms across his built chest, making his muscles bulge, and huffed out a loud breath.

“Are you mad that I was gonna go hang out with the guys today? If you didn't want me to go you could've told me.” - Joe

“You know I don't care if you hang out with your teammates if anything I encourage it. Why are you acting like this?” - you

“What do you mean me?? y/n, what the hell is happening?” - Joe

“I don't even know what you're referring to.” - you

He dropped his arms and ran a hand through his soft curls while heaving a sigh.

“Okay nevermind, whatever. I'm going now. I love you.” - Joe

Joe watched me intently and very closely to see what my next move was.

“Have fun, Joe. I'll be here with the boys waiting for your return.” - you

His expression and body language stayed the same but the words that left his mouth next said the opposite.

“Do you not love me anymore?” - Joe

My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened at his question, have I gone too far?

“What?! Where did that even come from? That's a stupid question and you know it.” - you

“Yeah, sorry.” - Joe looked down at his feet

There were a few seconds of silence before Joe looked back to me.

“I’m gonna go now, or else I'll be late.” - Joe

“Okay, c’mere give me a kiss.” - you

Bending down once again, Joe pressed little pecks on my lips over and over again before pulling away.

“Love you.” - Joe smiled

“Thanks.” - you

“y/n… I’m your husband. Why won't you say it back?” - Joe

“Say what back?” - you

“Don't play dumb. Every time I say I love you, you completely dodge it. What’s that about? If I did something tell me. Please.” - Joe

“Dont know what you're talking about.” - you

Joe’s jaw clenched up and he looked at his two boys who were by now watching him and I instead of their show.

“Hey guys can you go upstairs so Mommy and Daddy can talk?” - Joe

Oh shit.

The boys nodded and eventually went upstairs to their room. Once Joe saw their little frames disappear he turned back to me, his nostrils were flared and he looked mad.

“y/n, what the fuck did I do? It's not our anniversary, you're not on your period, we were literally cuddling an hour ago, and you are kissing me like nothing is up. Why won't you say you love me? It's fucking me up like hell, y/n.” - Joe

I stood up abruptly and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my face into his neck.

“If this is a joke- I swear to literal God.” - Joe

“I'm so sorry Joe. It was just a little prank but I took it way too far, please don't be mad at me. I seriously didn't intend to get you this worked up. I didn't know it'd mess with you like that.” - you

He stayed silent and I moved my head to his chest, his heart was beating unhealthy fast.

“Joe? Baby, are you okay? Your heart is beating really really fast.” - you

I looked up at him as I rubbed his back with one hand, the other rubbed over his heart. Joe was looking straight ahead at the wall, trying to not acknowledge me.

“Say it.” - Joe

“Say wha-” - you

“Say it.” - Joe looked at you

I moved my hands to cup his cheeks and placed a huge kiss on his lips.

“I love you. I love you so much, Joe. I love you more than anything.” - you

“Thanks.” - Joe smirked

“You ass!” - you shoved him as he laughed

We eventually stopped laughing and pulled each other into a hug.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too.” - Joe smiled and kissed you

Joe and I kept kissing as our hands started to roam over each other’s bodies. Though I protested, Joe pulled away eventually and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“What are you doing?” - you

“Texting Sam and saying something came up last minute.” - Joe

I smiled and came up with a quick response.

“Oh, something def came up.” - you held eye contact with Joe before flicking your gaze down to his crotch

“Now you're in trouble.” - Joe

He tossed his phone onto the couch and picked me up bridal-style, running to the stairs as we both giggled.

I really loved Joe with my whole heart.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔸𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: May I request Dan Heng, Gepard, Welt, and Jing Yuan finding their lover crying in their sleep because they miss them?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Of course! I wrote Dan Heng's part during class so... the sleeping part is kinda missed but it shouldn't make that big of a difference, so hopefully you'll still like it!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Dan Heng for once agreed to go on exploration with Express Crew. Well... more like he was dragged there... you on the other hand couldn't go because of few duties you had to do on Express, so you were left alone with PomPom.

He was supposed to be away for just few weeks, but from your math... he was away for 3,5 months now... you received texts from Himeko that his phone broke and that they're gonna stay for a bit longer... she even checked up on you! But not wanting to cause trouble, you just said everything was alright, even if it was the opposite.

You were sitting on floor with your head on bed, arms covering it's back, as your sobs filled th room. You just broke after so much time away... you didn't know wher exactly he was, what he was doing, what he was thinking... did he even miss you?

When you heard door opening, you figured it was PomPom. He just entered with chocolate when he heard you sob and you honestly appreciated it.

"PomPom, please not now..."

"Not PomPom."

You have raised your head up after hearing familiar voice. You could see slight spark of worry in his cold expression, and he saw your puffy eyes which was enough to make him regret.

He kneeled down next to you, wrapping his left arm around your back, as right one caressed your cheek.

"I'm sorry for being away for so long... trust me, I came back as soon as I could. Others are still on that planned but I couldn't handle being there anymore..."

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

Welt was on the Express and you were on a planet he passed by once. He offered you many times to join him but you always refused, you had friends and family here after all!

But being away from your lover also put small crack in your sanity... it was hard being in long distance relationship... sure, you texted each other daily but you started missing his touch... so one night, when you were cuddled into your bed sheets and in deep sleep, you didn't even realized the thoughts you had were so sad that sleeping you just couldn't help but sob.

Welt on the other hand, finally visited your planet and having keys to your house, he decided to check up on you.

"Hello? Sorry for inviting myself in like that but you didn't answer and I got-"

He stopped when he saw tou form laying under sheets. Small smile appeared on his face, just to get washed away in the next second when he heard you sob in sleep.

He sat next to you and gently shook you, worried you might be having some kind of nightmare. Thought of you simply missing him this much didn't really crossed his mind.

"Darling? Are you alright? Did you had a nightmare?"

Hearing, feeling and now seeing your boyfriend, you immidietly threw yourself into his arms and bursted with emotions. His hand immidietly went to caress your hair and back in a comforting way.

"Shhh... It's alright now... I'm not leaving any time soon. We can finally enjoy our company."

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@vodka-glrl - come get your father of the express!

Gepard's job includes lots of missions, which means you're often away from each other. You didn't even mind patrols that much since he'd at least come back at evening. But when he had a mission? He was away for days... and the worst was, you never knew how dangerous it is nor if he'll actually come back...

You managed to find one if your boyfriend's hoodies in your shared room. So now, you were embraced by his hoodie as you layed under sheets, sacrificing one pillow to hug it instead of laying on it.

Meanwhile Gepard, finally came back home, trying to be as quiet as possible since it's middle of the night and the last thing he wanted to do was to wake you up.

So when he entered your bedroom and saw you sobbing in your sleep, his heart broke... did he left you here waiting for this long? Well he certainly won't leave it be just like that!

Still not wanting to wake you up, he layed next to you, immidietly wrapping one arm around you and caressing your back. He felt so bad for leaving you alone... he kissed your forehead and promised himself to never make the same mistake. He'll do his best to send you letters, without accepting single no from higher ups as answer. He's a soldier, he shouldn't give up without proper fight, especially for his lover.

"I'm so sorry, my love..."

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Jing Yuan was very busy recently... he left with single kiss on forehead or goodbye... he never ghosted or ignored you. He always gave you logical answer why your affection must be moved to some other time. But him being busy lasted for few days now... and despite him assuring you it's not gonna last forever and that he still loves you, you couldn't help but overthink this situation.

The only thing you could to after days of separation was flop on the couch and hope for a nice dream. You didn't even wanted to sleep in your bed because you knew it'd trigger the sadness even more.

But the nice dream that you hoped for didn't seemed to take place, because when your boyfriend finally decided to spend the night at your shared place instead of his office... he noticed you gently sobbing in your sleep...

He kneeled down next to you and caressed your hair, he didn't wanted to wake you up since you're getting your rest but also didn't want you to continue crying, so he just whispered small reassuring words and compliments to your ear as he embraced you with one hand.

"Dearest... I'm not leaving you anymore. We're going to a very nice date tomorrow, I promise... I'll spoil you with affection to your hearts content."

When you finally stopped sobbing, with one final kiss on forehead, he scooped you into his arms and carried you back into your bedroom, already planning how he should repay for all he did.

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

[imtryingbuck]

Confessions

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: You confess your feelings to Bucky but he doesn’t respond

Word count: 1,273

Warnings: starts off angst ends with fluff, swearing, if there’s any more please let me know

Masterlist

You should have known better than to be standing here confessing your feelings to him. At the time you mustard up all the courage you could possibly possess thinking it was a perfect idea and now you’re standing here in front of the man who looks like he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

"Even if you don't feel the same... I just wanted to tell you. I’m sorry Bucky” Not being able to stomach seeing the look on his face any longer you nod towards him and walk away, as soon as you was around the corner you run all the way back to your room.

‘Stupid, stupid, you idiot! Why did you do that, of course he doesn’t like you’ pacing up and down in front of the mirror you berated yourself. You’ve never felt so embarrassed, you even cringed at yourself for the words that you used. Even if he had just said he didn’t feel the same way about you would have been fine, you would have felt less embarrassed about the rejection but him not saying anything? There’s no way you can ever show your face to anyone ever again.

The first time you confess your feelings to someone of course ends with you crying and feeling shameful.

You couldn’t even try and pass it off as a joke not with the words you used. And there was no way you’d ever be able to pass his rejection off like it meant nothing, especially not with Nat and Wanda being your friends.

‘God you’ve ruined everything!’ Scolding yourself once again, you climb into bed hoping and praying that what had just happened was just a bad dream.

“Buck?”

“Huh? Yeah what?”

“One of the agents said you’ve been standing here for ages and they’re a bit concerned. Are you alright?” Steve puts a gentle yet heavy hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Um… no not really”

“What happened? Did someone say anything to you? Who was it?” Protective Steve was making an appearance.

“I-it was Y/n…”

“What did she say?”

Finally moving, he goes to the wall and slides down it. Sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest, Steve copies his movements.

“She um, she said that she likes me”

“That’s great… wait why isn’t that great?”

“Steve she looked so hopeful an-and I just stood there! I just stood there and didn’t say anything like a coward. And now I can’t get her sad eyes out of my mind” Rushing his words out.

“Buck…”

“I know, okay I know how stupid I am. She walked away and when she got round the corner she ran, I heard her running Steve”.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know what to say, fuck I was on my way to find her to... you know, to tell her I like her. I was going to ask her out but then she bumped into me and said what she said” replaying her words over again, he sighs “I didn’t know what to say, she threw me off Steve and now I’ve fucked it up before I even had the chance to be with her”

“We’ll figure something out Buck I promise, just don’t give up okay?” Steve’s confident that everything will be alright.

When you awoke the next morning, you couldn’t help the groan that slips past your lips. The memory of confessing your feelings to Bucky was real and not a bad dream.

The plan was to never leave your room again, you knew it yourself that it was a stupid plan but you was determined to stay in the comfort of your room for as long as you possibly could.

It lasted five hours before your master plan was interrupted.

“Y/n we know you’re in there so stop being rude and open the door” Nat’s voice seeped under the door.

Grumbling under your breath, pulling back the many blankets you covered yourself with, getting up on shaky legs and heading to the door.

“What do you want?” Face to face with both Nat and Wanda “I’m tired so..”

“We need to talk”

“About?”

“Tony’s party” Wanda says as it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“What party?” Racking your brain to remember Tony mentioning about another party he was throwing.

“The party. Why you being weird for you weirdo” 

“Can you please not call me a weirdo Natasha”

“Ooh someone’s in a mood” Winking at Wanda who just laughs.

“Guys please leave I don’t feel up to going to a party so shoo shoo - not that way Nat!” Instead of going back out of the door Nat heads to the wardrobe.

“Stop being grumpy, we’re going to this party - you included and we’re going to have fun” Wanda speaks from the side of you “Now go and have a shower because no offence, you stink”

You knew that trying to argue anymore with the two redheads was just pointless and a complete waste of time, so you listened to Wanda and headed into the bathroom. Complaining the whole time, obviously.

Fresh out of the shower you made your way into the bedroom.

“Dry off and put this on” Nat shoves a pretty light blue dress into your hands.

“Jesus Nat give me a minute”

“Nope, times ticking”

Doing as she said, you had to admit the dress was beautiful and fit perfectly. Wanda had finished doing your hair when there was a knock at the door.

“Go and answer” Nat smiled.

“You’re closer you do it” watching as Nat moves further away from the door you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her childish behaviour.

On the other side of the door stood Bucky, dressed in a black suit, holding a bouquet of flowers in his metal hand. His flesh hand subtly rubbing against his leg.

He couldn’t help but smile at hearing your voice arguing with Nat. When the door finally opened he’s breath gets caught in his throat.

You’ve always been beautiful to him but, but seeing you in that dress, your hair done up nicely - he had no words to describe you.

“Bucky? Wha..what are you doing here?”

“I love you..” Good one Buck!

“What?”

“Shit, did I say that out loud?” Watching your head go up and down “Shit - I did-didn’t mean that, well I did, of course I mean it but I wasn’t suppose to say it now, you know? God I’m ruining this again aren’t I?” He’s all over the place, stumbling over his words and truth to be told you’ve never found him more attractive than right now, with him standing there clutching on to the flowers for dear life, cheeks and neck going bright red.

“You’re not ruining anything I promise, I thought you didn’t like me..”

“No baby I do! I like you, I mean I did just say that I love you - oh God. What is wrong with me?” He’s five seconds away from ramming his head into the wall when you start laughing “why are you laughing?”

“I love you too Bucky”

“I-you-huh? Really?” He can’t believe his ears.

“Yes, and just to make it even - I love you Bucky”

Oh how his heart soars! “Can I take you on a date please?”

“Yes, I’m assuming there’s no party?”

“Nope”

“Let’s go then” smiling you hold your hand out for him to grab.

Walking hand in hand you both reach the elevator when a voice calls out. “Don’t forget to kiss her Buck!”

Of course he doesn’t.

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[mire1li]

Reader as Alastor's Mother part 3

So I took a little while oops Part 1!, Part 2!

𓋼 You brush his hair every morning. He pretends to find it annoying but he secretly loves it.

Whenever you'd brush his hair, you'd sometimes mention how short it was and that you couldn't do any hairstyles with it, which, on one hand, was good for his pride, but on the other hand, made you sad which also made him slightly sad. So he made the very rational decision to grow his hair out for you so that you could style it one day!

"Alastor, is your hair longer than before?"

"Hm? Is it?" he would never admit he did it for you! 𓋼 At one point, you were in the lobby with everyone else and you started wondering about Alastor's ears since he never actually mentioned anything, of course, you remembered Charlie's constant pleading to pet him, to which he always refused with his typical "Ha! No.", which made you more curious, if perhaps you could get away with it as his mother.

So, only naturally, you placed your hand atop his head and pet him, his ears lightly twitching. Charlie squealed. Of course she did.

"Oh my gosh! Can I do that too?!" she asked

"Haha! Absolutely not."

She wasn't very happy. She ended up pouting the entire day, Vaggie having to comfort her. To Charlie, it was like someone telling her not to pet a cute cat! Absolutely heartbreaking 𓋼 On that specific day, you also asked if he had a tail, and considering he had ears, it would make sense for there to be a tail too. Of course, silly Alastor was too embarrassed to answer in front of everyone, so he avoided the question!

"You're very positive today, Mother, did something good happen?"

"Nothing in particular, so about your tail-!"

"That's for me to know and you to… maybe, find out, Mother!"

You asked him about it again when you two weren't around the others, so he decided to show you! it was a nice revelation. 𓋼 You noticed that the shadow Alastor has following you around all the time, sometimes disappears, so you used that opportunity to go meet Lucifer as he invited you for tea countless times, and who are you to decline such a kind invitation?

When Alastor realised he couldn't find you anywhere in the hotel, he panicked and searched every inch of it multiple times, until Vaggie had finally had enough and asked him what happened.

"What are you doing, Alastor?"

"Searching for my Mother! She's gone missing, you see!" of course, he had a menacing look on his face.

"She mentioned she was going out for a while"

"Oh? And did she say… where?"

"Nope, well anyway, good luck!"

Yeah, Vaggie just left him. So he waited for you patiently at the hotel entrance. When you finally returned, he clung to you like his life depended on it, asking you many questions. 𓋼 I feel like whenever the Overlords had important, confidential, meetings, Alastor would immediately return to the hotel and tell you all about them, whether it be out of spite or fun. You definitely enjoyed knowing all the things going on in hell. 𓋼 You and Niffty put makeup on him when he was asleep and pinned his hair back (Alastor was pretending to sleep, just letting you two do your thing). Angel started laughing and giving him silly nicknames when he saw his hair, which inevitably caused him to shake his head very fast, removing the pin from his hair. 𓋼 Your first birthday with everyone. Of course, Alastor threw you a party. It was meant to be a surprise but considering he’s always with you, you found out because he was more secretive than before (you managed to guilt-trip him into telling you what he was hiding) 𓋼 For Christmas (if you celebrate it), you decorate Alastor with Christmas lights! He says he hates it but he definitely doesn’t, although it certainly made him a little bit scarier when he did that spooky thing with his eyes!

"Mother. Please do explain again why you decided to put christmas lights on me."

"You're more colourful this way!" you turned the lights on, so that now they were switching between multiple colours

Angel and Niffty ended up hanging a few baubles on his antlers too, before he noticed. 𓋼 Charlie had asked about your time alive so you began telling her, and everyone else who was listening, about some silly stories! When Alastor came into the lobby and heard you telling an embarrassing story about him, his ears lightly twitched and flattened against his head. He was just a little bit embarrassed.

Of course, he tried to leave again, unnoticed, however, the all-too bubbly charlie saw him and invited him to join.

"Alastor! [Name] was just telling us stories, come join us!"

"No"

"Alastor, darling, Charlie is being very kind! You need to be around these souls more! Come join."

Of course, he can't say no to you, so he ended up sitting by your side as you continued to tell the story about him, you lightly pet him and hugged him from time to time. Although his ears still stayed flat against his head. 𓋼 You wanted to make a flower crown, but since no flowers actually existed in hell, you had to make do with other things (paper). Yes, you made paper flowers and then turned them into a makeshift flower crown, which you then placed on top of Alastor's head.

"Mother?"

"Darling, I made you a paper flower crown!" 𓋼 Alternatively, you may've decided to sneak out again to find Lucifer.

"Luci, can you sneak us into Heaven?"

"Heaven?! Why?"

"I need flowers"

"Why would you need flowers?"

"To make Alastor a flower crown!"

Yeah, he wasn't too excited about that idea but he still agreed, although it did take a bit of… bribery…

"I'll… give you a kiss if you agree!"

"Let's go!" he opened the portal immediately and took you with him.

In the end, you got all the flowers you needed (after being chased out by Lute and Adam), so you were both… somewhere in hell, for sure.

"So… about what you said, before I got us into Heaven…"

"Oh, right!" You never specified where you'd kiss him so you simply kissed his cheek, he was a little disappointed but it's alright, you got Alastor a lovely flower crown! 𓋼 I feel like he would've been very afraid of spiders when he was alive, and then you were left with the task to exterminate any that entered your home (whether or not you were also afraid) 𓋼 You were quite a fan of new technology (though not completely obsessed), it made life far easier for you, though Alastor always 'confiscated' everything when he was around as he wasn't too keen on it.

"Mother, I don't see what you like about this device so much."

"It's simple to use and makes things quite a bit simpler than back when we were alive."

"I think it's pointless."

"Yes, you've always been a fan of radio… I see that obsession has stuck, even after death"

"It is not an obsession, Mother. I prefer 'fascination'!"

[torasplanet]

❝𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘾𝘼𝙏 𝙎𝙍𝙏.ᐟ❞

A. ARLERT, C. SPRINGER, E. YEAGER + GN/AFAB. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; your plug!bf lovesss taking you for rides in his hellcat;)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, gn!reader for armin and eren, afab!reader for connie, car sex, oral (m!receiving/armin), backshots(eren), p in v(connie), petnames (baby, slut, bae), cheating (armin), homewrecker!armin coffee addict!eren, drug dealing, praise, light degradation, can you tell armin's my fav? reader kinda has a bit of a tummy in connie's, belly bulging(connie) skin color not mentioned

A. ARLERT

Armin loved having you ride with him and you loved it too. You loved it even more after getting out of a rough argument with your boyfriend because being with him just made everything so much more amazing!

So when Armin texted you asking if you wanted to come to ride with him a day after you argued with your pathetic excuse of your boyfriend leaving you all sad because he nearly hit you, of course you agreed even though you knew what he was going to do.

You've gone on so many rides with Armin while he was dealing and doing shit that he even thought of getting your name stitched on that passenger seat.

He might as well get it stitched on the backseat too because everyyy ride, you seem to make your way back there with him going back with you.

"Fuck..." Armin groaned loudly as he threw his head back against the soft black seats of the Hellcat, it was a drastic difference from the Frostbite exterior that you adored. His hand tangled in your hair as you looked up at him mouth full of cock and your nose buried into his surprisingly curly blonde pubes.

You blinked up at him almost wanting to smile at his face full of pleasure "I love you so much, baby." Armin moaned out his back arching slightly as your hands that were sat on his knees slid up his denim jeans and rested on his thighs. It was a little crazy for him to be moaning that so loud when he was supposed to be waiting for a customer to meet him here.

How could he control himself when your head was just so fucking amazing?

You brought a hand to grip him as you pulled your mouth off smiling up at him "Wanna kiss." You muttered as Armin looked down at you a smile forming on his face, he grabbed your jaw and leaned down before pressing his lips to yours sloppily as you continued to jerk him off. Unlike your stupid boyfriend, Armin had no problem giving you anything you wanted and not like material things. (though he does do that too.)

Armin didn't care if he was around his customers, friends, or whatever, if you wanted a kiss, you'd get one. The deepest kiss anyone's ever seen actually. Shit, if you wanted to drag him away for maybe a quickie or because you just can't help but want his cock in your mouth, he'd allow it. Dropping a whole conversation just to satisfy you.

This is why when a customer was taking wayyyy too long and said that his friend was gonna come pick it up for him, he let you climb into that backseat and give him head when you asked if he wanted some.

"Love you s'much." You blubbered breaking the kiss before putting your head right back down on him your swollen lips wrapping around his cock once more "Shittt! You're my best slut baby...ugh." The blonde said grabbing the handle of the door that was luckily locked because if it wasn't, everyone would've seen his best baby.

Too bad that was cut short with a knock at his tinted window "Hold on baby." Armin said with a groan turning to the door as did you taking your mouth off him as you shoved him back into his PSD boxers "Hand me my shit, will you?" The blue-eyed male asked you a little pissed off because he didn't get to cum while looking back down and you happily nodded.

Reaching back and grabbing the little baggies that sat in the driver's seat before handing it to him. Armin rolled down the window and there he was.

Your boyfriend standing there looking down at the scene in front of him his gaze going from you to Armin back and forth as you plucked one of Armin's pubes from your tongue "What the fuck?" He cursed frowning down at you and Armin. Guess he must've been that friend.

"So I take it you don't want your shit anymore?"

E. YEAGER

Eren felt just horrible.

He woke you up on his way out to get his morning coffee because he sucked at making coffee and he had customers later today so there was no way he could get through that without coffee. You knew this and knew how he'd try and sneak out without waking you up because he knew how much you hated waking up early and how you would insist on going with him because you didn't want to be alone.

So you were in the car with him still in your pajamas practically falling asleep in the passenger seat and he just felt horrible for that so he decided to make a little detour to give you a small pick-me-up.

Eren's hands gripped your hips harshly as his hips snapped into yours repeatedly as you moaned loudly "Unh! 'Ren!" You sputtered loudly your hands running down the tinted window looking for something to grip. Shit you were even going to grab onto the seatbelt, you were that desperate.

It was just so good, that you needed something to grab onto or bite onto.

"Still tired baby?" Eren asked as he leaned closer his chest pressing against your back as his cold hand trailed from your hip to up your shirt grouping gently as your back arched from the sudden coldness on your nipple.

You hated it when he was teasing you. Of course, you weren't tired. Not with his cold hands wandering all over your body and his hips continuously snapping into yours with noises of him sliding in and out echoing throughout the car.

You turned your head back to gaze at your boyfriend but with an especially hard thrust, your cheek pressed against the window "Ow! Eren!" You whined looking back at your long-haired boyfriend, he let out a small smile before pressing a small kiss on the nape of your neck.

"Sorry baby," Eren muttered trailing kisses from down your nape to down your spine, and his thrusts slowed a bit. Eren's apology was empty and meaningless, he probably meant to do it just to see the pout on your face.

Such a meanie.

The tickling of his wet kisses made a giggle escape your lips through moans and whines.

You looked down not wanting to soil the pitch-black seats, this car was so expensive...probably worth more than your entire life but Eren clearly didn't care from how he'd initiate shit like this almost every time you hopped in that car.

You didn't understand that. There'd always be a white stain on these seats and he looked like he didn't have a care in the world but oh let any of his customers touch that Octane Red paint on his car and all hell would break loose.

Guess you were just different huh? Special even. "You still need coffee or is this enough huh?"

C. SPRINGER

Connie absolutely adored you.

You were pretty, smart, and such a good fuck.

Soooo it was only right that he celebrated you getting a 100% on a test you've been studying for forever by giving you the best present ever right in the back of his hellcat<3

You were so pretty moaning under him laid out in the backseat, your face twisted with pleasure, sweat beads rolling down your forehead and drool dropping down from your lips to your chin from your mouth that refused to close and just kept spilling out more and more whines and moans.

Connie ran his hand down from your throat and to your bare stomach resting it there before pushing down gently earning a yelp from you. You couldn't even think straight, you'd used up all your brains on that test, and the little that was left, Connie was busy fucking it all out.

His strong smell of weed and cologne filled your nostrils along with the amazing and clean smell of his car, it just made everything more pleasurable for you.

"Look at me, bae." Connie cooed pressing down on your stomach again making your eyes shoot open and another loud whine escape from your throat.

"M' sorry!" You blabbered out your head nearly hitting the door over and over with Connie's thrusts, Connie's hand went to your face comfortingly "Don't apologize baby. Just wanna see yo' pretty eyes." The springer boy said with a reassuring smile on his face leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose.

A small laugh escaped your lips from the tickling feeling as you gazed up at your boyfriend with such adoration and desire in your eyes as your hands came to hold onto the back of his neck "When we get home I'll give you more." Thoughts of what Connie could do popped into your head continuously as a smile formed on your face.

He could eat you out maybe? Maybe let you ride him? There were so many things he could do when this was over and he drove you two home.

Connie was a freak. There was no doubt about that, he liked some shit you'd never even heard of before you met him and was down for anything and everything which only made the possibilities of what he could do endless.

Connie leaned forward kissing you passionately as his thrusts got sloppier and harder. Your tongues fighting for dominance with his winning almost instantly earning a small chuckle from him but it stopped just as soon as it started as the kiss got deeper.

He was stealing the breaths from you with every thrust.

"Next time you get an A, we'll do it anywhere you want."

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[leaentries]

absence and tension | nico hischier

summary: after a frustrating game, nico struggles with dealing with player absences and only knows how to confide in his girl.

warnings: sad nico, almost zero foreplay (sry theyre desperate), unprotected sex, choking, praise, swearing

wc: 1.7k+

a/n: this was requested by my darling, @emaanemaa she is the backbone of this au rn

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You knew it would be rough when Nico got home from the game. Stuck at the apartment, you cringed as the final minutes counted down.

A deep sigh left your lips as Nico’s disappointed face flashed on the screen. With the lack of penalties that went uncalled by the blind refs, to the absence of a certain Hughes brother, tonight was definitely not gonna be fun. 

You quickly rose from your spot on the couch, tidying up the few stray items that lay aimlessly around the place. You threw a towel in the dryer, anticipating his second shower of the night. Whenever Nico needs to release some extra tension after a game, he always comes home and takes a steaming hot shower. Regardless of the fact he already took one before he left the arena. 

You made your way back into the kitchen, perfect timing to the jingle of keys. Nico entered the apartment, missing the normal joy in his stance. He placed his keys on the kitchen table, brows furrowed with frustration. The tension in his muscles was vivid, his movements sharp while he put down his bag. Your heart ached for him, knowing he was probably blaming himself for the Devil's loss. 

“How ya doin’, honey?” Your soft tone shot straight through Nico’s resolve. 

He should have known he wouldn’t have been able to fool you. He turned to face you, biting his lip in an attempt to keep in his emotions. You tsked slightly at his worn body, walking over to pull him into your arms. Nico slumped against you the second you touched him. His hands gripped your sweatshirt tightly, prohibiting you from pulling away.

He breathed in deeply, taking in your comforting scent. Nico could feel some of the tension leave his shoulders as he clung to you. You felt him bury his face further into the crook of your neck, soaking up every bit of you that he could. 

You lost count of how long the two of you remained in that spot, but once he finally pulled away, it felt like a gut punch. Nico’s eyes were bloodshot as exhaustion was etched into to creased lines of his face. He looked so tired, so drained. All you wanted was to be able to take his pain away, to help him ease the weight he carried every time he stepped foot onto the ice. 

You brought a hand up, cradling his cheek. The warm, freshly shaved skin was smooth against your palm as Nico nuzzled closer. 

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” You asked gently, not wanting to risk pushing him over. 

Nico nodded, taking a shuddering breath as his hoarse voice left his throat, “It’s just all so much right now. The boys count on me and I can’t help but feel like I’m letting them down. I feel like, like,” He paused, searching for the right words, “Like I’m trying to swim in quicksand.”

Your eyes looked deep into his, empathy written all over your face. 

Nico continued, “And now with Jack out, indefinitely for the moment, I just feel like I’ve failed them.” His voice cracked near the end, laced with gloom. 

You could have sworn the look in his eyes was enough to make tears spring in your own. “Nico.” His eyes shot up to yours at your stern tone, “You are not a failure. Those boys, your boys, look up to you. They can see what an amazing job you’re doing as their captain. Just because the team is going through a rough patch, does not mean you’re failing them.”

He swallowed harshly, “I know, but Ja-” You cut him off.

“Jack is his own person. He knows that there's risk when playing a fast-paced sport. You just have to learn to adjust, Neeks. Nothing is gonna be perfect, it’s just about what you make out of what you’re given.”

Nico remained silent for a moment, carefully taking in your words. Eventually, a soft, “Thank you,” left his mouth. 

“I don’t know how I would do this without you, schatzi.” 

A warm smile found home on your face, “Oh please, this is all you, Neeks. I just help when you need me.” 

“I always need you, baby.”

Nico licked his lips as your eyes fluttered back to his. The once sorrowful orbs now held something much darker. His eyes became hooded, filled with new desire as his hands, which still rested on your hips, pulled you into his pelvis. It became quite clear what his present motive was, the feeling of his hardening cock pressing into your lower belly.

A low groan escaped his throat as your body provided a pleasurable pressure to his aching hard-on. 

“Fuck,” He whispered, “Just like I need you now.” 

You whimpered as he slammed his lips to yours, his attitude a stark contrast to what it was when he first arrived home. Apparently, his second shower was not gonna be the main focus tonight. 

It was too easy to get lost in Nico’s touch, since the next thing you knew he was quickly leading you to your shared bedroom, all the while never disconnecting your lips. He used your body to shut the door, hand coming up to wrap deliciously around your neck. His fingers slightly dug into the skin above your pulse, applying a little bit of pressure. 

With the lack of airflow and the way Nico’s lips ravished yours, your mind became hazy. His tongue worked around, begging for entrance. In your state, you couldn’t deny him. A wanton moan echoed from you, your core throbbing with need.

Nico took the opportunity to shove his tongue deeper, exploring the warm expanse of your mouth. He pulled away, a string of salvia connecting your lips. He wiped it away, taking a step back from you, “Get on the bed, schatzi. Need you so bad,” He rasped.

Not wasting any time, you began to remove your remaining clothing, tossing them elsewhere. Once you were completely bare of any layers, you moved to lay on your back, head hitting the pillows. Nico quickly followed suit, his clothes also finding their new home strewn about the room. He climbed atop you, slipping in between your welcoming thighs. 

“So wet f’me, already?” Nico tilted his head as he dipped his thumb into your soaked folds. 

You nodded desperately, wanting nothing more than for him to sink his twitching cock in your cunt. 

Nico brought his thumb to his mouth, tongue darting out to meet the taste of your arousal. He moaned as it coated his tastebuds, “Always taste so good, baby.” His chest began to heave as you bucked your hips pathetically into his, “But I don’t think I can wait.” His hands gripped your hips, holding them to the mattress. 

“Please, Neeks! Need you so bad,” You panted, “Need you now.” 

“Yeah? Does my girl need this cock?” You nodded, “Ya think you can take it raw, schatzi?”

“Fuck, yes.” Desperation pooled in your voice as you begged him to fuck you. 

Nico didn’t waste another moment, reaching to line his leaking cock with your entrance. His loud moan rang through the room as he sheathed himself fully inside of you. 

“Ah, fuck,” He whined, “Always so good to me. So perfect, baby.” 

You were at a loss for words as he began to pump himself in and out. Your head fell back against the pillow, eyes screwing shut. Nico leaned over you, arms coming to cage around your head. The cool metal of his chain sent jolts straight to your clit as it brushed over your peaked nipple. His lips captured yours in a slow kiss, displaying how much he loved you. 

Your jaw went slack as his hips tilted up, the new angle allowing him to hit the spongey spot inside of you. 

“Yes, god, right there, Nico!” You moaned. He drove in harder, hitting that spot repeatedly. 

“Wrap your legs around me, baby. Wanna be close to you when we cum.” His hands helped guide your legs to hook around his waist, feet locking together behind his back.

You reached up, nails dragging angry red trails down the hard muscles of his back. The rapid thrusts of his cock sending your body into overdrive. The flame in your stomach began to grow, that familiar knot tightening by the second. 

Nico knew you weren’t gonna last much longer, the feeling of your spasming walls helping to coax him to his own climax. He reached a hand down, rubbing harsh circles into your clit. The extra stimulation had you reeling.

“That’s it, schatzi. Come on, be my good girl. Cum f’me, baby. Make a mess on my cock.” 

His words sent you tumbling over the edge, walls gripping his cock violently. White hot pleasure blinded your senses, eyes rolling back in your head. Your back arched up into Nico’s as you came. Your convulsing form brought Nico over not long after, his head tipped back as he pumped his cum deep inside of your spent pussy. 

Nico worked you both through your orgasms, making sure you milked him of every last drop. 

After a minute or two, you slowly came back to reality after the mind-numbing fire had extinguished. Nico’s body had collapsed on top of you, his own still gasping in orgasmic aftershock. You slowly stroked his hair as he came down, kissing his head lightly. 

He lifted up, a blissful smile resting on his face. 

“Hi, pretty boy.” You croaked with a kiss to his nose. 

“Hi, baby.” He stared for a second, before leaning to place a soft kiss on your lips. It was brief, but still breathtaking. His doe-eyes bore into your own, filled with emotion. 

“Whatcha thinking about, Neeks?”

“Just how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

 A blush found its way up your neck and ears, “Neeks!” 

He shook his head, “I mean it, schatzi.” He brought your face to meet his once more, “I love you, so much.” 

“I love you too, Nico.” 

He placed one last sweet peck on your lips before moving up and pulling your body to lay atop his. “Gonna lay here for a minute, wanna hold you.” He hugged you tighter, “Then we’ll go get cleaned up, okay?” 

“Okay, Neeks.” 

[criminalamnesia]

Alive

warnings: angst, sad Simon Riley, reader dies, gender neutral reader, no pronouns used for reader, mentions of death, no use of y/n, proofread but I’m human and might’ve missed something

summary: Simon loses you.

author’s note: simon deserves the world.

Simon Riley understood the risks of enlisting. He understood that he was one small cog in a machine, and although valued, he wasn’t crucial. He was a soldier, just like thousands of others that decided to put their lives on the line for something they believed in. If he had to lay his life down during his service, so be it. Maybe his sacrifice would make the world a little bit better.

Simon didn’t know what he believed now.

You were like him in the way that you understood the risks, but that’s where he thought the similarities ended. He was quiet. You were outspoken. He was harsh. You were empathetic.

He was your lieutenant. You were one of his sergeants.

It was against all logic for him to fall for you, yet he had. From the moment you’d been invited to join Task Force 141, Simon knew you would cause him trouble.

He knew by the way you threw your head back and laughed at one of Soap’s cheesy lines. Knew by the way you bested Gaz at pool. At the way you’d tried Price’s drink of choice, bourbon, and swallowed it down without any fuss.

He knew by the way you saw him as he was— not just as your superior or as ‘Ghost’— but as Simon. Simon, who cared deeply for his teammates, his family, beyond what his title required. Simon, who made shitty jokes at shitty times. Simon, who bickered with you over how to properly prepare tea.

He didn’t understand why you’d shown interest in him at first. He surely thought Soap would be the one to sweep you off your feet— but you shut the Scotsman down. You only had eyes for Simon.

He found out later that it was because the two of you were more similar than he’d previously believed. You were fiercely loyal, just like him. You never backed down from a fight, just like him. You dealt with shit quietly, just like him.

You understood him, and you didn’t push. You trusted him so completely, too. Fuck’s sake, you took a bullet for him.

“Ghost, move!” You had shouted, diving out of cover to shove the Brit behind a wall.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled at you, drawing his breath in shallow pants as his eyes narrowed at you from under his mask.

“You don’t listen for shit sometimes, LT,” you were shouting to be heard over the gunfire surrounding you. “There was a fucking sniper— you were gonna be shot!”

“He was a shit shot, Sergeant. I knew he was there—”

“Ghost, just say thank you,” you rolled your eyes and straightened.

“Bloody hell,” he grumbled as his eyes scanned you, and you looked at him with confusion.

“What?”

“Maybe tha’ sniper wasn’t shit after all. Gotta get you to a medic, c’mon—” he began, reaching a hand out to grasp your arm and tug you away from the firefight.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, you had no clue what he was talking about. You looked down at your body as you allowed Ghost to drag you along. That’s when you saw the crimson peeking out from the edge of your vest, and the first pang of pain finally hit you.

“Oh, shit. Didn’t even notice,” you grumbled, and you could hear Simon grunt ahead of you.

“Adrenaline. An’ the fact tha’ you were mad at me.”

“If I was mad at you, you’d know it. Just think you should show more gratitude since I saved your life and all.”

“I’ll show gratitude when you ain’t bleedin’.” He huffed.

Fiercely loyal. It was a blessing to the team and a curse to you. Loyal to the men you called your family. Loyal to the cause. Loyal to the mission, no matter the personal cost.

Simon wished you would’ve let him take that bullet. Maybe then he wouldn’t be here with the remainder of the 141, holding the urn containing what was left of you. The gold-colored metal felt cool against his bare hands. It was almost soothing, but it would soothe him more if you were still by his side.

He knew that he’d never get the image of you laying there lifeless out of his head. It had been quick. Shot right in the fucking head, execution style. Simon hadn’t even realized what had happened until the gunfire had subsided and Soap was yelling.

His heart had nearly stopped. He knew this happened all the time— a soldier’s death. But he never expected it to happen to you.

The task force had been on so many missions together. You’d all survived so much shit, and Simon realized that up until the moment he saw your lifeless body, he’d felt that the team was somewhat invincible. Yes, he knew the risks, but all of you had gotten out of worse before. It was naive to think nothing would happen, and Simon cursed himself for it.

He knew that the abruptness of your death was the reason he couldn’t quite comprehend it. One second you’re there, warning him of a shooter to his left, and the next you’re on the ground with a bullet in your skull.

“Bravest fucking soldier I ever knew,” Price’s voice is gruff with emotion as he speaks. One of his hands rests atop the urn. “Most loyal, too. Took a bullet for all of us, one time or another.”

The other men nodded their heads.

“Kindest person I knew,” Soap spoke with a soft voice. “Outspoken, but kind.”

“Fought until the end,” Gaz said with a frown. “Rest easy, love.”

Simon knew it was his turn to say something. Tears glistened in his eyes, threatening to spill and smudge the black paint around them. He knew how to be alone. He’d spent years alone. But this wasn’t just being alone— it was being alone without you.

He didn’t think he could go back to the way things were before he met you. He didn’t want to go back to the way things were. He wanted to fight and yell and get you to come back, but it wasn’t possible.

The hand he had in the pocket of his hoodie curled into a tight fist. The hand he had on the urn didn’t waver.

He didn’t want to say goodbye, to make this final. To close the door you’d opened when you stepped into his life and turned things on its axis.

“Rest in peace, love.” He spoke at last, his voice full of barely contained emotion.

There were too many things to say, but those were the words he settled on. ‘Rest in peace.’ He truly hoped you were at peace. Simon didn’t know what he believed came after death, but he hoped that wherever you were now, you were serene.

‘Rest in peace.’ It wasn’t goodbye, not explicitly. You’d always be with him— a dagger in his heart he couldn’t bear to remove. He’d carry the pain for the rest of his service, the rest of his life.

It wasn’t goodbye. You’d always be with him.

Price removed the lid of the urn. The men slowly removed their hands from the object, allowing Simon full possession as he drew his other hand out of his pocket.

He held the metal as delicately as he would hold you. You’d always laughed and told him you weren’t glass— you wouldn’t break. Simon knew that. Of course he knew that, he’d witnessed firsthand how tough you were.

But you were precious to him, and he treated you as such.

His fingers shook the slightest bit as he turned his body to face the edge of the cliff. It was a truly beautiful place, and Simon knew that if you could’ve seen it, you would’ve loved it.

A breeze picked up as Simon slowly tipped the urn. He watched the last bits of you flow through the wind. The other men of Task Force 141 turned and walked away quietly.

Simon remained there, rooted to the spot, until he could no longer see the scattered ashes of you floating in the breeze.

[1-ker0sene-1]

i’m the era of disabled!reader, would you write something for reader who has epilepsy? 🥺 can’t find any fics in my chosen fandom with epileptic reader (or oc) and it makes me sad 🥺

{I hope you don't mind me pairing with Simon on this one ♥️ I hope you enjoy! And please if I get anything wrong lemme know! I'm more than willing to come back and edit!}

CW: improper seizure safety (not by you or Simon), epilepsy seizure description

In full honesty, Simon didn't know if he could do it in the beginning of your relationship. He didn't think he could handle your seizures.. Of course now- having been properly educated about it. He would absolutely scold himself for thinking that, you just need a little bit of help sometimes. You aren't a damn charity case and he hates when people treat you like it. You deserve to be comfortable and safe, not pitied and prodded at. Not only is he your partner and best friend, Simon has become your biggest advocate. Of support for your condition, but also your independence.

One of the first things you both sat down and talked about when getting serious, was seizure safety. Simon needed to know how to help, at least as much as he possibly could without hurting you. He also learned throughout this, that not all seizures are the same. Sometimes you're just.. Absent, with a flutter of your eyes or a quiet mumble as your gaze flickers to nowhere. You just seem lost for a couple minutes. Other times it's the seizures everyone thinks of, where you stiffen, twitch and seize, sometimes even falling to the floor. How can he help? He's a little stressed when learning that there's not much he can do but carefully maneuver you into a recovery position, put something under your head, and just be there for you.

Simon won't ever forget your scariest seizure, you two were just shopping. Simple. He left your side for forty-eight seconds. Exactly forty-eight, he remembers. He just went to grab something you forgot in a different aisle. Picking up a box of chicken stock for dinner, he hears the slam of your body hitting the floor. He remembers the feeling of his stomach twisting into knots, dropping the container and making a run back to your aisle when he hears someone call out.

It's not you calling, you're far into the seizing, a citizen found you before Simon did. Now it's not the bastards fault, this stranger didn't know how to help you, so in the panic the man was holding your shoulders down trying to still you. Simons hackles raise, words ripped from the masked mans throat instantly.

"Off her- NOW."

Simon didn't think, he just moved, his big meaty hand grabbed the man by the back of the neck and threw him away from you. He's honestly been nicer to enemy soldiers. He didn't even spare the stranger another glance, falling hard to his knees next to you.

" 'm right here baby.. Right here.."

He rips the balaclava off his head, definitely taking a tuff of hair from his scalp. Not that he would notice right now. Simon carefully lifted your head just to slip it under, the softer fabric better than the hard floor. Stroking your hair away from your face, he doesn't hold you down- but his hands are close to you, resting featherlight on your cheek.

"You're safe doll.. I'm right here.. it'll pass."

He murmurs to you, unsure if you're hearing, but either way he keeps talking you through. Now, his arms gently hook under your leg, being as gentle as he can- his hands position you to your recovery position and on your side. Fishing out his phone quickly, he's already got the timer going. Less than five minutes. Please be less than five minutes.

"I have you sweetheart.."

Simon is right by you, watching your every movement closely. He's shoved away any items, just you and him on the floor.

"Should we call an ambulance?"

A stranger asks, Simon shakes his head. Never taking his eyes off you. You just had to go through it. If it's not a long one you should recover alright.

"I have her. Just stay back and move on-"

He snaps, he's stressed, he knows they're just concerned but he doesn't want anyone fucking with you right now. Simons eyes light up as the seizing calms, under two minutes, you're coming back to him. He finally lets out the massive breath he's been holding in. His thumb caresses your cheek.

"You're alright.. there you are.. you're okay."

Simon curls himself closer to you, stroking your cheek as your eyes slowly start adjusting back. You're foggy, confused, he's holding you a little closer and whispering softly.

"it's Simon, love.. Your Simons right here. You're right here.. we're in the store baby."

Now that you were coming back from it, Simon slips himself behind you as he moves you to lay against his chest. It's a while before you're able to be moved, waiting until you're fully alert again, he's taking it slow carrying you back to the car and getting you home. The rest of the week is spent easing you through the recovery. Low lights, he knows your head is aching. Lots. Absolutely lots of sweet talking. His strong girl.. he calls you. Making sure you take your meds on time and get plenty of rest.

"I'm sorry Si.. I didn't mean to scare you.."

You mumble, in bed together. Simon is sat up against the headboard, holding you close on his lap. His hand strokes locks of your hair, shaking his head sternly.

"Don't be apologizin' for anything. Didn't do a damn thing wrong-"

His hand slips to hold your chin, making you lock eyes with him.

"Hear me? Nothin'. I got you.. I'll always have my girl."

[okkotsuslut]

Revenge

warnings: mdni 18+, oral sex (receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, revenge sex

typed in lowercase, not edited

summary: you catch your boyfriend ran cheating on you. rindou helps you get revenge.

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you had known the haitani brothers for about 6 years now. you met them in high school and started dating ran during your second year.

when the both of them joined bonten, ran started to change. he became distant and work always came first.

it was your 21st birthday and you had planned to go out to a fancy restaurant with him. the two of you were supposed to have left an hour ago but he wasn't responding to his calls or texts.

this wouldn't be the first time he had stood you up.

a few months ago, he left you standing in the rain at the cemetery. it was the date of your parents death and he said he would go with you to visit their grave. after about an hour of standing and waiting for him in the cold, rindou showed up. telling you that ran couldn't make it and he was sorry.

that night you sat in rindou's car crying, while he consoled you.

rindou was always there for you. in high school and even now. whenever his brother would do something questionable he always looked at you with a sad look in his eyes.

one year ran forgot to get you a christmas present and you caught rindou scribbling out his name on the tag and writing "from ran" instead.

rindou was the first person to wish you a happy birthday. sending you a text at midnight and a digital gift card for $500.

you contemplated what to do and decided to send a text to him, asking if he knew where ran was.

he sent you a location and right after said, "don't tell him that i told you."

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. why was ran at a club right now?

you got in your car and followed the directions to the location that rindou sent.

once you got there, it was pretty hard to miss ran. he was seated in the back of the club with tons of women surrounding him. you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt but he pulled one of the girls onto his lap and started kissing her.

tears spilled out of your eyes as you ran out of the club and back to your car. you were too shocked to confront him. you had to process what you had just seen.

you called rindou and told him to meet you back at your place.

he was already there when you arrived back to your and ran's shared apartment. it was in a beautiful high rise that overlooked the city. rindou's apartment was a floor below yours.

you had finally stopped crying but your face was all red and puffy.

he stood up and walked over to you, placing his hand on your cheek.

"how long?" you questioned, choking back a sob that was threatening to escape.

"about a year." he had a sad look on his face. "i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner."

you looked away, biting your lip to stop it from trembling.

"what can i do for you? i hate seeing you sad." his thumb stroked your cheek.

"help me get revenge." you turned back toward him.

his eyebrows raised and he seemed to think it over for a bit before replying.

"okay. i'll help you with whatever you want to do."

you stood on your tippy toes and placed your hand on the back of his head. you ran your hand through his hair as you leaned in to kiss him.

he was surprised at first but quickly caught on as you deepened the kiss. his hands landed on your ass as he picked you up.

the two of you continues kissing as he walked you over to the couch and threw you down on your back. he nestled himself in between your legs, his hand placed beside your head as he leaned over you.

"are you sure this is what you want to do?" he questioned.

"yes."

your dress was quickly discarded and you worked fast to undress him.

he leaned down and began kissing a trail up your thighs. once he reached your center, he looked at you before burying his head in your thighs. he was relentless with his tongue, eating you out like you were his last meal.

your back arched and you moaned in pleasure as you grabbed a fistful of his hair. just as you felt a pressure building in your core, he pulled away.

trailing kissed up your abdomen and stopping at your breasts to suck and bite on your nipples. he left marks all across your body, claiming you as his.

after leaving a hickey on your neck, he started to kiss you again. he had taken his underwear off and lined himself up at your entrance.

you were shocked by his size. he was big, bigger than ran.

he rubbed his dick up and down your sensitive clit.

your body was practically begging for him to fuck you.

your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust himself into you. your hands were placed on his shoulders, gripping hard as he slammed himself into you, over, and over again.

"fuck" you cried out as you felt him hitting your g spot.

one of his hands reached down, circling your clit as he fucked you. your nailed dug into his back as you moaned his name.

he was softly moaning above you.

"fuck you're so beautiful. y'feel so good." he buried his head in the crook of your neck as he pounded into you.

the both of you reached your climax quickly, crying out each other's name's and cumming at the same time.

he pulled himself out of you and hovered over you for a second while the both of you caught your breaths.

your hand reached down and began stroking his cock.

"i want you to fuck me until ran comes home and finds his ex girlfriend fucked out on his couch by his brother." you stated.

the corner of rindou's mouth raised into a small smirk.

"okay." he said before pushing himself back inside of you and helping you get your revenge.

[kvtie444]

✭.・✫ IT ALMOST WORKED

A/N: supa sad but I luv this song

Summary: reader and chris try to make things work, but his commitment issues are in the way

Warnings: angst, swearing,kissing, drunk people idk

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Saturday night, and I had opted for a quiet night in, away from the bustling atmosphere of a party my friends were all at. Parties weren't really my scene. As I stared out of my window at passing cars in the light rain, my thoughts were interrupted by a buzz. I glanced at my phone.

Chris

y/nnn im fuckedj

can I caomr stay at urs pls baby

A sigh escaped me; he was at the party. Chris and I shared this complicated situationship, almost like a relationship without the label or public acknowledgment. Strangely enough, despite my reserved nature and his outgoing personality, we fit together well. Sometimes, he could be overwhelming, but I helped ground him. However, the non-exclusive nature of our connection stung. I knew he was still involved with other girls, but he always claimed I was his favourite.

I sighed before replying.

Y/n

yeah, just get here safe and call me when you’re here

I hit send and got up to tidy up a bit. After freshening up, I settled back in my bed, scrolling through my phone. Tapping through snap, I landed on my friend Nate's story - it was Chris doing a body shot off another girl. Of course, she was perfect. It irked me, seeing him so intimately involved with someone else – Her hands all over him, his lips against hers with only a lime between them. I sighed, shutting my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. Could he change or commit to me? I cared too much.

Fiddling with the sleeves of Chris's hoodie that I was wearing; I heard my phone vibrating. It was Chris calling, and I answered, letting him speak first. "I'm here," he slurred. "Coming," I mumbled before hanging up. I got out of bed and walked towards my front door, opening it to find Chris quite literally grabbing the wall for stability. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and he shot me a toothy grin. "Hiii," he chimed, pulling me into a tight embrace. I couldn't help but giggle. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he murmured against my hair, "I missed you, baby," before peppering kisses on my forehead, nose, cheek, and finally, my lips. It was a short, sweet kiss, and I pulled away, smiling. Taking his hand, I led him to my room. He quickly sat on the edge of my bed. I grabbed a water bottle and gave it to him, standing between his legs. He sipped some and threw it aside. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me against him. He nestled his head against my stomach as I ran my fingers through his hair, he mumbled a string of drunken words. I sighed, feeling a sense of comfort with him, which I hated right now - I had just seen him all over some other girl, and now I was letting him use me?

Grabbing his face slightly, I pulled him back, looking at him. I decided to give him the chance to be honest. "Anything happen at the party?" I asked, looking down into his hooded eyes. He licked his lips, running his hands up and down my exposed thighs. "Don’t remember much," he shrugged. My eyes scanned his face, and I couldn't help but notice a bruise on his neck. You're kidding me. I sighed and gently pushed him off me, stepping back. "Well, you got with someone clearly," I said, brows furrowed. He dramatically fell back against the bed, groaning, his hands running over his face. "C’mon ma, it didn’t mean anything. They’ll never be you," he mumbled. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

I knew Chris had commitment issues; he had opened up to me about how his fear of relationships began. Yet another reason why I was so mad about him getting with other girls - we had seen each other in our most vulnerable states. "Chris, sit up," I scowled. He just hummed a little "mm." "Chris," I said a bit louder, going over to him and having to sit him up. His hand reached for mine, but I pulled them away, his face furrowing in confusion.

I needed to stop entertaining this; it wasn’t healthy. "Be honest right now, Chris. Do you see yourself in a relationship with me anytime soon?" I braced myself for the worst, subconsciously holding my breath. He sighed and looked down, then up into my eyes. "I really like you, y/n," he said. "That’s not what I asked, Chris," I replied, feeling tears begin to brim at my eyes. I knew what this meant. He let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. "You know the answer to that, y/n," he said quietly. The room fell silent, the only noise being cars passing by and the soft sound of crickets in the night. I sighed, pull yourself together, y/n, don’t let him see you cry, don’t let him know he has the power to hurt you.

"I think you should go," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper as I stared at the floor. He exhaled deeply, the creak of him standing up from my bed, and he just walked past. Eventually, I heard my front door shut, my eyes still glued to the ground, back to being alone.

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